[She seems to like looking at that particular tendril. He puts some effort into maintaining it, sending it mass. He considers sliding his eyes into it, that it might be more clearly a face, but... maybe that had best wait until he's sure he can do it.
Instead, he concentrates on easing into her. The tendrils hold her tight around her thighs and waist, and the one between her legs stiffens, and very gently begins to push. It slips between her folds and with gentle pressure, keeps slipping until he opens her and begins to slide in.
She is warm, far warmer than he is. It takes discipline not to push inside her all at once, but he is strict about going slowly, inch by inch slipping into her body.]
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Instead, he concentrates on easing into her. The tendrils hold her tight around her thighs and waist, and the one between her legs stiffens, and very gently begins to push. It slips between her folds and with gentle pressure, keeps slipping until he opens her and begins to slide in.
She is warm, far warmer than he is. It takes discipline not to push inside her all at once, but he is strict about going slowly, inch by inch slipping into her body.]