Sionn has no choice...if she continues to tense up down there, she's likely to get injured, as the tendril has no intention of stopping, something she should have learned with the first two. In fact...if it weren't for the tentacle down her throat causing so much distress, this might almost feel...no! She quickly banishes that image from her mind.<br/><br/>It's only after she manages to shrug off any feelings of arousal that the spare tentacles began spurting over her, coating her with their 'seed', getting her face and chest quite messy and adding to those earlier feelings of shame.<br/><br/>Of course, those shameful feelings are dwarfed by her growing sense pf panic as her air continues to be cut off...she begins to feel a little dizzy, barely noticing that the one in her mouth is suddenly free from the mass of tentacles. A few more wriggles, and with a strange sensation she finds it having slide down her throat, a look of utter shock crossing her features.