He sucked harder at the tentacle in his mouth, trembling when a second one pushed in while two more teased at his hole. They pushed, nudged, withdrew, pressed again, slowly and thoroughly working him while more tentacles played with the rest of his body, interspersed with sucking bites and licks from Lynn's hungry mouth and strokes from those long, too-clever fingers.
Anderson never did much in the way of reciprocation when they did this, but he didn't really have to-all Lynn needed and wanted was Anderson at his mercy, the taste of want and need in the water.
Dragging his eyes open, Anderson met Lynn's, which had gone all sea monster at some point, purple-blue where they should have been white, the middle a solid dark blue. That didn't happen often, especially in his partial form, but
