Whether encouraged by her words, or simply because it felt like it, the creature, with little warning, suddenly pushed its way inside her with both tendrils at once, their slimy exterior providing plenty of lubrication as they filled her completely, before alternating between withdrawing and thrusting, in fairly rapid succession.<br/><br/>The main tendril, still wrapped around her torso, thrusts further, the tip reaching up to her lips; unlike lower, this one is slower, as it presses against her lips, narrowing so that it could fit into her mouth. The taste of the slime is... almost intoxicating; it's sweet, almost syrupy, and the warmth of it seems to be spreading through her skin where it's touching her; more so, if she swallows any of it.