Ahh, tentacles. They are an unrelenting sexual force powering into the depths of any orifice you offer them. Of course, Jean clearly welcomed this encounter.
Tentacles are often summoned through the lustful marriage of desire and science or occultism. Who wouldn’t want to have such an extraplanar living sex toy at their beck and call? They are always ready to go and have a stamina far exceeding your own.
But how does the tentacle monster feel? Does it have a name, a face, a heart? You use it and dismiss it. Does this make its heart ache? Perhaps it continues to give itself to you in the hope of receiving genuine affection.
A mind-blowing orgasm is absolutely wonderful. But it feels even better when it comes from the heart too. What would you do? If the tentacle monster you summoned to fuck you senseless showed you its face, its heart, and its love, would you love it back?