The mass of tendrils moved over her body. Her skin coated in the lubricant that second as an aphrodisiac. Just the touch alone aroused her. No longer able to cry out, because her voice was hoarse from the first of many orgasms. Its tentacles assaulting her pussy and ass, both matching a strong rhythm. One restrains her head and fucks her mouth, stretching its length down her throat. Slick hands pawing and pinching at her breasts. Ecstasy a constant flow, her body suffering wave after wave of the ongoing climax. It fed off her orgasm, making what was hers its own. The need for it grew stronger. She wanted it harder, faster and her body ached for more. Wanting it to possess her in every sense and own her. Be her master, tormentor, lover. It knew, and complied.