She uses him.

The creature's mate's head turned back just as slowly, and her face was alive with anticipation. "Oh my love," she gasped, her skin flushing between red and white in excitement. "It's been so long. Of course, you would want that first."

Her many tentacles lifted her up and over him. Straddling his head between her knees, she tucked her calves under his arms and leaned back slightly. "Here, my love," she whispered, her voice trembling. Her hand shook just as much as it slid down her front to between her legs. In morbid curiosity, Wiglaf followed her hand as it moved, and a hidden slit emerged. A bead of thick viscous clear liquid dripped from it and landed right on his chin. His head recoiled as far as it could as a wave of disgust washed over him, now cursed with knowledge that monsters had anatomy that matched humans.

He regretted that movement almost immediately.

Tentacles whipped around his neck and forehead, locking them in place. A moment later, her hips dropped, landing her slit against his lips. His eyes went wide, and he shook his head violently, trying to break free, but it seemed to be doing more harm than good.

The creature's mate's spine straightened up, like a shock went through it, and she fell forwards. Grabbing onto the top of his head to stop her fall, but somehow not managing to hurt him, she gasped sweetly. "Hah... ha yes...," she groaned, rubbing her hips up and down his face. "More... I need more..."

His shocked hesitation lasted too long. The tentacle around his throat tightened and forced him to open his mouth. His gasp for air was interrupted by her slit filling the void, and another moan rumbled from her throat. She looked down and their eyes met once more, one was wide, full of fear and confusion; the other, black and filled with the desperation of much needed satisfaction.

Her fingers curled in his hair and yanked his head up and forwards, bringing him somehow even closer to her. "Your mouth and your tongue, my love, " she hissed, a feral edge in her voice, and a menacing glare. "Use them."

In a panic, Wiglaf obeyed. His tongue lapped and licked all around and in her slit wildly, causing her to shiver and moan on top of him. Caught between the salty and squid-like taste of the liquid flowing into his mouth, and how the rubbery slightly bouncy texture of her inner folds felt on his tongue, he was hard pressed on which he disliked least.

The tentacles around his wrists yanked them upwards and planted them upon her thighs. The hooked barbs dug into his flesh, causing just enough pain to convince his fingers to grab hold. "You have missed me dearly, my love..." she giggled, running her fingers through his hair, rather tenderly, despite the slight stinging that her claws seemed to do all the time. "Do I still taste as sweet as you remember?"

Obviously, Wiglaf had no answer, so she had to answer for him. Her tentacles manipulated his head to make him nod, which brought a happy smile to her face. She clapped lightly above him, but with a glance over her shoulder, her scowl darkened, and the green and blue rings brightened in intensity.