Satisfied with the submission, Gracoxien reared up to her spread legs, dozens of tentacles slapped noisily against her skin, softening it, molding it, injecting it with their toxins. The huge, throbbing member, armoured with a carrapace, slid harmlessly through her entrance as it violated her very last wall of privacy. Driving itself in, the huge member would go in slowly, so as not to tear her apart as it stretched her walls, pricking it with thousands of little barbs.