(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/38e6678b-4657-4123-a47b-d08fd6a255c0/d3gko3o-1acf7125-897a-4628-a604-5d5b2cd5e437.png)<br/><strong>Anton<br/>Senval, The Perfected Body<br/>Tag: Evita, primarly</strong><br/><br/>The manifold tendrils wiggled and writhed delightfully under Evita's touches, thrusting into her palms and rubbing up against her, smearing her with their lustful, and suprisingly warm juices.<br/>Anton grinned at Evita's breasts, innocently rubbing them on.. whilest the tension in them reached their apex before, with another squeezing of tentacles, warm rivulets of milk began dropping from her now lactating teat.. clearly linked to the tentacled injections.<br/><br/>"You talk too much. Gotta fuck more." Anton chuckled, whilest his tentacles spread and pepared Evita's legs for the other tentacle. Admittedly, he seemed a bit suprised at Evita's well controlled countenance in this situation, however, his thicker central tentacle was now currently busy prodding at her sex, oozing a warm, sticky liquid and ever so slightly lubricating her, preparing her for the tentacle-cocks invasion.<br/><br/>Admittedly, Evita managed to hold Anton's intention, but not as more than an overly loud.. and admittedly, rather enjoyable sex-toy, as her relative sanity rather encouraged him. Although Evita did feel empathy for him.. the tentacle-creature could be a useful tool if properly utilized, after all.<br/>Well, at least that's where Evita's thoughts would wander, if she didn't get distracted by the large, bulbous breed-tentacle now prodding at her legs and the still suprisingly human fingers tugging and teasing at her nipples to tickle out more of her lactation.<br/><br/>(Yeah so fun fact, intimidating someone puts their true attitude on hostile, making it a DC 25+ diplomacy, and you can't retry diplomacy within 24 hours.)