The tentacles gently move Jon to press him against the soft walls of Aria's womb... while sensitive, they are still warm, soft, and snug... they caress his skin, and very pointedly stay FAR away from his poor, abused anus.<br/><br/>After a moment, the one near his face moves away, staying run it's rubbery warmth over his chest.<br/><br/>Though she can't speak, Aria's actions are much less forceful... almost comforting.