Bluebell popped her hip out and placed a hand on it, “Oh yeah. Can’t really even tell the normal tentacles from the mating once until he reaches out and sticks it in,” she traced one of her tentacle tattoos with a finger, “Oh course the whole thing is rather risky for the male. She likes to eat him when it’s all over.”
She’d been in the shop to plan out a new tattoo, the tentacles were still so new but she already wanted more ink. But this time something more symbolic and sweet for her loves. Plotting out that idea was proving far harder.
While Bluebell was talking, Ulric closes his eyes momentarily, having to reorient to the way her voice looks before responding. His usual lopsided grin in place. “Sucks to be an octopus then, huh?” he asks easily, taking the chance to once again take a look over what he could see from the front.
Not having a design in particular in mind, the hybrid figured he had plenty of time to figure that out. More so with it being a joint decision, when the time came.
“Well it hasn’t stopped them from existing,” Bell laughed bubbly, “Some of us just love to live dangerously,” she purred the last word and rolled her hips. It was far too enjoyable to tease and flirt. It was almost a shame he was taking it all in stride. She winked at him and grabbed her crotch, one last try to make him squirm, “And yes, they do go aaaall the way up.”
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