Normally Nikosh would be the proactive participate, interpreting this level of aggression as her decree for nurturing the only way a man could. Remnants of his equipment scattered the floor, libido stirring up from the reception of approaching her. No protest was uttered, maintaining a level of stoicism while she greeted him via bathing his tentacle in saliva. Despite the apathetic glance a reassuring groan passed his lips, bronze chiseled body of muscle and copious scars of warfare entertained the seductress.<br/><br/>Less subtlety could be afforded towards the appendage sprung above the tentacles she currently sought some fun from. Estimated closer to two feet which was an accomplishment for his kind where a foot was approximately the norm, it too had a vestige of wear and tear. Teeth marks, scars, one might get a disturbing thought women have perish from it... perhaps a byproduct of a peculiar battle. Thickness matched the bulkiness of a soldier's wrist,  veins bulging profusely with it curved upward to press against her forehead. This mammoth endowment seek nurturing, awaiting her  feedback before the assault began