Takes his love inside her.

For a moment, the creature's mate's face was a flash of rage, but quickly softened and succumbed to euphoria as the first shot of Wiglaf's seed blasted against her depths. Her hips bucked in time with his pulses, and her inner walls worked diligently, milking him of every drop. By the time he finished, she was hunched over him on her elbows, sandwiching his head between her breasts. Both of them were breathing heavily, unable to speak for separate reasons.

Finding his hands finally free, Wiglaf slid one up to his face. Sneaking his fingers under her tentacles, he slowly pried them away, so he could take proper full breaths. Knowing that she didn't like the sound of his voice, he laid there silent, burying his thoughts and guilt through sheer willpower. On impulse, he gently stroked along her back and sides.

He could have been mistaken, but he thought that the noise she made was a sniff of sadness, before she took her next breath. "It is alright, my love," she said softly, posting herself up on her hands so that she could look him in the face. "It has been so long since we've been apart. I should not have expected you to last as long as you used to."

Not knowing what to say, he gave her an apologetic smile and nodded.

She smiled back. A tentacle slithered up and brushed some hair off his face. She rested her head on his chest and got her arms around him to hug him. Unbidden, he hugged around her shoulders, trying to ignore the inhuman mountainous curve of her spine that made this position possible.

It didn't escape either one's notice that he was still buried up to the hilt in her, kept completely erect by her inner walls' unwillingness to let go. "I know you are eager, but rest a while, my love," she purred happily, nuzzling even deeper into his chest. "We have only so much time together before you must leave me again. By then, we will have had our fill of each other." Her voice lowered, and the softness of her voice revealed a crack in her facade. "At least enough until your return..."

His jaw was tight. Unsure how he should feel about this, he merely brought his hand up and pat the top of her head, offering what scant comfort he thought her mate would have. The tentacles writhed and wriggled, almost as if protesting his touch, but as he just left his hand there, they slowly subsided. A few of them even laced themselves with his fingers, holding them gently.

The creature's mate hugged him even closer, and only after a sharp grunt of pain from him, did she let up.