Heine looks at Jade when he speaks, just for a moment; when the tentacle silences him the movement reminds him of something. Not Jade sucking him off that first time (he remembers almost every second of that night, almost too clearly), but of some other time. The tangible sensation of being filled, too, isn't totally unfamiliar.

He stops wondering why when the creature's slick does its work. It sinks into him, making his skin tingle and his body relax. Heine groans quietly, then more loudly, when the tip of one tentacle intrudes deep into his body. Another appendage moves to go over his mouth, between his teeth, effectively muffling him.

It's only a few more minutes before the tentacles fucking Jade withdraw entirely. The two holding him open stay, however. They remain steady as the creature's ovipositor moves to just below the surface of the water, its heavy length visibly swelling towards tip as eggs move from its sac to the front, ready to be laid. Heine can see it, even with the rippling water distorting the image.

What the fuck, he thinks again. Whether its for him or for Jade or for both of them, he knows even through the haze of the slick that he has to get away. He twists again in the tentacles' grip, a spell making the ones holding him down start to smoke. But the creature responds by yanking him underwater with sudden force, so quickly it leaves him no time to even take a last breath—and Jade is left alone above the suddenly quiet water, held just so, when the ovipositor's head moves to rest inside his open entrance.