Doing this as headcanons kinda because I want to answer it but I have zero ability to do full requests rn ;-;
- She doesn’t really have a form, but she told you her name and that she adored you from the get go.
- Her whispers were sweet ones, but you had to beg before she revealed herself.
- When her silhouette is needed, she shows herself as curvy and flowing, as if fabric wrapped itself around the most beautiful woman and tried to carry her in the wind.
- She refused to enter your room for a long time, and insisted it was your own space.
- But your mewls and moans could only be ignored for so long.
- Her form flows in under the door, and she sits herself on you, straddling your waist.
- Though it shocks you, she begs that you keep going, keep touching, keep moaning.
- Some extension of her darkness wraps around you.
- It begins at your feet, spirals up each leg.
- Another wraps around your stomach.
- Two more around your arms.
- And one, lightly, around your neck.
- Another extends from her form, and with no warning, slips inside your hole.
- It pumps gently, and you beg for more.
- Little by little, it speeds up.
- Little by little, it grows.
- Before long, you’re a drooling mess, unable to contain yourself of moans and spit.
- She kisses you as best she can, and the tentacle inside you has thickened as much as it can.
- A bump raises in you at each thrust, the sight alone makes you want to finish.
- But you don’t, not yet.
- Not until another tentacle, one small feathery and soft, flutters over your most sensitive place.
- You call out for her, cry, groan, let out a stream of gutteral noises until the static sound in your ears dies down and the tingle in your limbs is gone.