[Seven, he can't--Jade is just--it's so, so much, nearly too much to handle all at once, slamming into him so much faster and harder than he'd bargained for. Jade wrenches a ragged cry from him as he rams home in one vicious thrust, buried straight to the hilt and forcing him open wider with every grind of his hips, the heat of his mouth sending tingling jolts zinging straight down to the pit of his stomach and tips of his tentacles. How often does Rook's composure slip so badly, letting shock and pleasure rattle him even briefly?
It's enough to make him greedy for more, want to see exactly how rough he can make Jade be. His tentacle pistons inside Jade with a brutal pace now, hips grinding eagerly against Jade's to take his length as deep as he can--but Rook is quickly starting to realize even that vestige of human instincts might be less important than how shockingly controllable this part of him is. Soon enough, his siphon is very deliberately flexing and squeezing around Jade's length, keen on milking the merman for everything he's worth. Why exactly would he want to limit himself to a human shape when he could have this kind of pleasure, again?]
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It's enough to make him greedy for more, want to see exactly how rough he can make Jade be. His tentacle pistons inside Jade with a brutal pace now, hips grinding eagerly against Jade's to take his length as deep as he can--but Rook is quickly starting to realize even that vestige of human instincts might be less important than how shockingly controllable this part of him is. Soon enough, his siphon is very deliberately flexing and squeezing around Jade's length, keen on milking the merman for everything he's worth. Why exactly would he want to limit himself to a human shape when he could have this kind of pleasure, again?]