She makes sure of it.

A few more deft flicks of her wrist made quick work of his irritating and unwelcome pubic hair, that was promptly taken away from him by her many undulating tentacles. Moving his cock around, she gave his groin a close inspection, seeking out any stray fuzz that might have escaped her attention. Finding none, she let out an approving and self-congratulatory grunt.

Keeping her upper body exactly where it was, the creature's mate's legs slid out from beneath Wiglaf's arms, and glided down his front, leaving a trail of her thick liquid through the middle of his chest. The many tentacles on his stomach pushed down on it, clearing the way for her hips. Rising up, she realigned her torso the right way around again, with an eerie silence of barely any joints and bones moving or shifting to achieve these impossible contortions, to hang right over him, facing him.

She descended slowly, straddling his hips between her knees. When her lower lips touched his tip, they both froze. The only things that kept moving were the tentacles on his cock. They writhed, stroked, and twisted on it, forcing him to maintain his erection.

His eyes flicked from it to her face, wide with a terrified anticipation. Her eyes met his, and an evil grin split across her face.

Her hips dropped straight down, her tentacles slithering out of her way, taking him straight to the base in one move.

Wiglaf's whole body seized, feeling lightning zip up his spine. A loud muffled groan edged out from behind her tentacles, and his eyes threatened to roll up into his head. The creature's mate's many inner folds wrapped around his cock, gripping onto it tighter than any woman he'd ever been with, and their trembling quivers made it feel like it was alive.

Up above, her knees cinched in against his hips, and her entire body shook. Her hands clawed at the air, as if she was just barely able to hold herself back from raking them down his chest. Grabbing his wrists, she pinned them over his head, and she curled inwards onto herself, hissing loudly as another wave of pleasure ran through her body. "Oh, my love... Oh, how I have needed this feeling," she gasped, grinding her groin against his, making sure that his cock rubbed against her inner walls from every angle. "To have you with me like this again... your cock, back in the deepest part of me... it feels so good..."

Another low groan reverberated from his chest. Her inner walls were having their way with his cock. Squeezing, holding, wringing, resisting, yielding to it. Seeking out and testing his sensitive spots. Learning every inch of its shape, from how much his helmet flared after his shaft, to every channel of his throbbing veins. Memorizing even the tiniest of twitches, so that they could contort themselves into the perfect sheathe for his cock, to ensure that he'd have no escape from her pleasure.

The creature's mate let out another shivering moan, her main body flushing pink. Looming over him, her eyes were transfixed onto his, her expression of madness mixed in with ecstasy. Lifting her hips up, just past his glans, she brought them down hard, the furs under him barely enough to soften the impact. The lair was soon quickly filled with the meaty slaps of flesh meeting flesh, the damp moist squelching of fluids flying out freely, and the grunts of both pleasure and pain.

Drenched in sweat and other fluids, and losing feeling in his fingers from how tightly she was gripping onto his wrists, Wiglaf started to squirm under her, his weakened endurance fading quickly from her relentless assault. "A little longer, my love, just a little longer," she pleaded, moving her hips more frantically and desperately, eking out a pathetic squeak from him.

But from how his entire body was tensing up, her tentacle around his root's grip being tested, and the violent and angry throbbing of his cock inside her, she knew that he was mere moments away from exploding.