Squelch, squelch.
The tentacles writhed sluggishly, pressing against her entire body. Their movements had picked up again as they worked to push out the eggs. The bundle of tentacles stuffed inside her mouth slowly began to squirm.
"...Urgh."
Levis Ann fought back the urge to retch. She wanted nothing more than to clench her teeth and bite through the tentacles right then and there, but she already knew that the more she resisted, the more aggressively they would violate her.
She'd been through it countless times. Having her tongue ravished as if in a violent kiss was bad enough, but the tentacles defiled every inch of her mouth, from the roof to the underside of her tongue.
Once, a tentacle had scraped its way to the very edge of her throat, crushing her airway, and Levis Ann had nearly died for real. After that, she never tried to bite the tentacles again.
Squelch, squelch.
