"A relative of the kraken." Eichel makes no move to help Jade, but he doesn't really need to. Nor does he elaborate further on the underground pool where they'd been keeping the creature. Once he's ready to go again, he nudges Jade to lift his head and turn around on his hands and knees. At the same time he finally takes pity and tells Heine to move; his former student's legs are starting to shake.

As Eichel settles between Jade's legs, hands roaming all over his skin to feel him, palm grazing over his cock, Heine lies down on his side. He curls around his stomach, one arm wrapped around it as if to protect, his eyes still glazed over. He doesn't look over. Even as Eichel takes up a similar position as before and pushes into Jade with a low groan of pleasure, Heine doesn't stir at all.

For the moment the pace Eichel sets is slow and measured. He pulls back, thrusts forward. Despite the easy pace the slap of his hips against Jade's ass is loud, amplified by his wetness.