A compromise is reached

Becky shrugged her shoulders, sinking into his clasp and luxuriating in the delicious sensations as the oily tentacles embrace her whole body. She rocked backwards and forwards in her slimy cradle, her whole body being stimulated. Her head tilted back, her eyes slitted as pleasure waved over her and she opened her legs wide, her hands on her outer lips, lasciviously offering herself up.

“Are you sure about this, little one? My mate?”, the sonorous voice inside her skull.

Something about the voice cut through the sensuous fug that had enveloped her, and she starts. Back to reality as she loooks around her. Embarrassment at the way she is opened up to him, horror written across her face as she saw where her hands were. What they were doing

“Noooo”, she croaked then, remembering her damaged throat, tried to focus her thoughts on him, “I can't do this. I mustn’t. My friends--they need me”.

“But we were getting along so well,” He paused, a look of disappointment on his strange blobby visage. “and you seemed to be enjoying yourself”, his single eye focused on where her hands still lingered.

Becky moved her hands away sharply, although acutely aware that her sex was still on display. And still pulsing, dammit.

“Besides”, he continued, one tentacle closing alarmingly around her neck as another gestured at the frescoes, “it’s always a shame when friendships don’t quite work out”

Becky swallowed hard, and it hurt her sore throat, considering her options.

“Wait, there is another way”, she entreated, directing her thoughts to his. “I will mate with you, but I need to help my friends first. If you help me with that, I will give myself to you”, and she raised her sex solicitously. "I promise”

He eyed her suspiciously but relaxed his grip on her throat. Becky continued her sinuous movements to drive her point home.

“I will be a good mate”, she continued, “the best”.

“Perhaps a deal can be struck”, he concluded, and she brightened, “but”, he continued, “there will be conditions”