Encouraged, or perhaps just following its own instinct, the creature rubs between his legs, leaving slick on his damp skin between his cheeks, and behind and against his balls. Every time it pulls back the tentacle flicks its tip against Jade's entrance.

Heine keeps struggling. It's too much for the creature's liking, and when he continues it squeezes on the sides of his neck again. Heine is red in the face when he stops fighting it, eyes watering when he goes limp.

By then the appendages raising Jade just out of the water have started trying to press into him in earnest, one thrusting the first inch or so in and out of him. They aren't rough, but they aren't gentle, feeling carefully for Jade's limits and then methodically pushing past then.