He gags and chokes, but the tentacle in his mouth continues pushing deeper into him, feeling his mouth with the taste of salt and something else, a heady musk that seems to settle through his flesh and into his bones. Somewhere along the way, he had stopped biting down on the intrusion. With a start, he realizes that he's sucking on it instead, tongue swiping along the muscular appendage to gather up the slick.

The tentacle inside him is moving deeper and deeper, almost seeming to writhe inside him, stretching his entrance open. This is wrong. Should be wrong. He should be fighting to get away. Instead, his legs are spreading wider of their own accord, his cock hardening, a low whine sounding deep in his throat.

Self-loathing isn't a foreign sensation to Jade, but he feels it more keenly now than ever. He must look ridiculous like this, allowing himself to be fucked by something not even human.

Not that Professor Rammsteiner is in any state to be looking at him. The tentacles seem to be trying to feel out every inch of him, coiling languidly over his chest and stomach, feeling out the small of his back, his hips, his cock. The pressure suffocating him lightens - the creature doesn't want to accidentally strangle a potential mate.