Looks like a big ol' crab

You finally stand up satisfied and move over to the bridge gently sliding tentacles away with your bone cutters

They don't resist many don't even stir from there slumber as you slowly plow your way towards this quiet behemoth

The creature has 8 limbs 4 of which seem to be dedicated to locomotion.
they have thick armor and the bottom of each of the hooves of each leg have thousands of groves for gripping the ground.

You reach the center and begin to walk around it your foot steps echo loudly around you.

At what you perceive to be the front of this creature you notice that, one there is no face to this creature. Two there is a massive hole in the front that screams Big Fucking Gun, and you're breasts are starting to feel a little 'full'

Ignoring this feeling though you continue to walk around the creature's long claw like hands mounted to the underside of the body.

You gently run your hands feeling your skin rub across the hardened smooth exterior of the creature. As you walk around it you get a good view of a truly massive looking Bone cutters mounted on top of the shell.

You pass under the arm of the Bone cutter feeling a chill go down your spine seeing such a massive thing just lying there.

Your almost half way around this beast before the fullness in breast begins to turn into pain

Feeling your breast pushing against your armor you retract even more of it revealing your swollen nipples.

You gently fondle yourself trying to release the pressure only to be blasted into the sleeping creature. Your nipples are now geyser forcing you into the side of the creature.

Worse is that you feel your ears tingle with those goddammed tentacles and your almost over whelmed by the stimulation. unbeknownst to our charter however this is beneficial for her as a few of the tentacles taste her plight. A single long snaky tentacle writhes it's way towards you.

You on the other hand don't notice as your more focused on enduring and not bonking into anything that could wake this beast from it's slumber. The Tentacle has to duck several times to avoid the deluge of milk blasting out of your tits. It thankfully reaches it's patient with only moments of your tits becoming a broken fire hydrant before the tentacle dutifully latches onto your tits with both ends of its body.

You slowly let yourself fall down letting yourself become overwhelmed by pleasure, orgasming.

Sighing relived that this tentacle was able to control the flow without you loosing more brain cells you rest your head on the creature letting yourself be milked by the tentacle and enduring the earworms constant teasing.

Soon though your tits are milked dry return to a more comfortable size, the tentacle detaches it's self from you and squirms back into the flesh pit rejoining his brethren in slumber.