Letting out a weak gasp as the tendrils at her breasts begin suckling harder at her, Sionn arches her back a bit, writhing in the grip of those tentacles entwined about her. The stimulation at her breasts, combined with both tentacles sliding rapidly inside of her, has gotten her feeling a bit more aroused, despite fighting it every step of the way.<br/><br/>Soon the air is filled with her renewed cries, the increasing pace of the thrusting  surging through her, the tension building even as they seem to be reaching some sort of peek of their own...