He doesn't want this. He finds himself sucking on the thing in his mouth anyway, arousal completely hazing over his mind, reducing his actions to ones of pure instinct. Almost, he's reminded of that night in Professor Eichel's room, when he had been too overwhelmed to think, but this is so much worse. At least Professor Eichel had been a human, not some mindless thing, probing into him with single-minded purpose.

(He's not so far gone that he can't spare the time to wonder just what they were planning for the Second Task.)

Meanwhile, the creature is encouraged by Heine's passive acceptance. It curls around his cock more purposefully, as smaller tendrils rub against his hole, covering the entire area in a layer of glistening slick. There's much more slick on Heine than there had been on Jade; the creature senses that Heine might put up fiercer struggle than the smaller human ensnared in its other tentacles.