Krave's tentacles surged in a fresh wave the moment she felt him swell thicker inside her, the competitive fire in her eyes sharpening into pure intent. Multiple independent lengths uncoiled with wet, muscular purpose, thicker ones slamming around his wrists and yanking them above his head while thinner, more precise ones coiled around his ankles and forced his legs wider. Suckers clamped down hard, sealing onto the sensitive insides of his wrists, the soft skin just above his heels, the vulnerable hollows behind his knees and began to pulse in slow, deliberate waves that sent constant suction-pressure racing up his nerves.
He strained against the restraints, muscles flexing, but every struggle only made the suckers lock tighter, the textured undersides dragging and releasing in a rhythm designed to keep him reactive and open.
