Patience gulped as one of Anax’s tendrils reached down her torso. It prodded gently around below her navel and caressed her little mound, teasing about the pubic hair.

“Strange the places where your species has hair,” mused Anax.

Patience noticed other tendrils lapping over the rest of her body, stroking her limbs and torso. They were more condensed than they had been earlier; each felt like a soft curious finger. Shen then noticed a pronounced tingling sensation around her loins which drew the brunt of his attention, and hers.

“I’ve always wanted a human come my second life,” the skull chimed gleefully. “How lucky I am to have one as my first donor!” His tendril met her gap. Her breaths quickened. She felt her face begin to burn.

“What’s this? You’re wet here!” He slid his tendril against her slit, dragging a bit of fluid deliciously in circles. Patience released a light gasp.

“This pleases you.”

“I-it feels strange, but … nice,” she admitted beneath heavy eyelids.

Anax’s tendril thickened and glossed back and forth. At every other pass, Patience squirmed, shifting her hips.

“This fluid, this heat, your motions. I like it,” Anax rumbled. He pressed harder, writhing his appendage rhythmically. Head feeling pleasantly muddled, Patience embraced his molestation. She responded to his touch with soft moans as she flexed into him.

Anax rubbed his tendril against her with greater force, quicker. Her fluid mixed with his fog, dampening the place between her thighs with slick abandon. Patience felt a pressure in her loins as a heat rose in her core. Anax continued to play.

“Anax …” she breathed. Patience found herself yearning for each slip, each flick. She whimpered to provoke more dabs from the slinking coil. The creature then pressed her mound with great strength, letting his tendril lick the top of her slit. At once a conflagration of pleasure burst from below her waist. Patience panted into the cave of Anax’s skull, hips thrusting, loins pulsing. At the back of her neck she heard Anax hum in satisfaction.