She winced, watching him. This time, she kept rubbing them, rather unenthusiastically.

Saragus watched the female's distaste at her task with amusement as a tentacle gently rubbed the inside of her ankle.

Severity shifted her foot away from the questing tentacle, looking away from Saragus.

Saragus chuckled as the female stepped away from him. Again, the tentacle came whipping across her backside. One tentacle firmly moved the female's head so that she was looking him. He removed that tentacle, then resumed his caressing of her ankle.

She watched him cautiously, not sure exactly what he was planning.

Two tentacles touched the back of the female's hands, reminding her to continue her ministrations to her own breasts. Meanwhile, the tentacle that was caressing her ankle moved up to the inside of her knee, while another pair gently pushed her stance further apart.

HEr feet slid apart easily on the sand. She resumed rubbing her breasts, rather nervous by now.

The female's nervousness, the sight of her touching herself, were all erotically enticing to Saragus. With an inner smile, he countinued sliding his tentacle upwards, now caressing the female human's inner thigh.

She let out a slight whimper, feeling the tentacle move upwards. "Stop it..."

Saragus heard the female's whimper, and debated punishing her for it. Instead, he chose to ignore her, as the questing tentacle narrowed to a thin tendril. The tendril reached the junction between her legs, lightly tracing her nether lips.

She shuddered, feeling it stroke along her still-wet lips. Slowly, she turned her head down to watch him.

Saragus wrapped a tentacle around the female's waist, lifting her up in the air as gently as possible. He moved his own body on the grassy patch, then laid the female down upon his own body, setting her on her back. He adjusted her limbs, so that her legs were partially bent and parted as wide as comfortably possible. Again, he set her hands to caressing her own breasts, while his tentacle resumed tracing the lips of her sex.