Tentacles Meet Wings

Suddenly, she gripped him tightly with her tentacles, pulling him over to her. They wiggled their way all around his body, pulling him into her grabby little hands. She ran her hands over his chest, and his face, but mostly, she touched his wings, both with her tentacles and her hands.

He yelped, his voice without its former swagger.

"D-don't touch those," he exclaimed, struggling in her grasp. "I hate when they get wet--please cut it out, toots, I don't like it."

She retracted her tentacles, trying to wipe her goo from his wings.

"I'm sorry!" she insisted, trying very hard to wipe it all off.

"It's fine," he murmured, still squirming. "They're already wet, I just...augh...w-what are you doing, dollface?"

"Oh, it's just that...when I get...excited," she bit her lip, trying not to cry. Oh, this was terrible! None of the other men she'd slept with had been angry with her for this! "...I'm sorry, we shouldn't, I-I'm so sorry."

He frowned, blushing, and gently touched her face.

"No, babe, it's okay, really--I'm just surprised, is all. Never met a lady this...confident." He grinned at her, winking.

She flushed red, still, trying to hide her face behind her tentacles.

"I'm really sorry..."

His smile widened.

"Come on, dollface, show me that smile...don't worry, it's okay. You got my wings a little wet, but you're cute. I got a soft spot for cuties."

She blushed further.

"So we can still have sex?" she asked, wiggling her tentacles excitedly.

"S-sure, if you're fine with it," he said, eying her tentacles nervously. "Of course, I'll let you take the lead, as I'm a gentleman." Though Mick said "gentleman", he meant "virgin."

She wrapped her arms around him, as he tentacles writhed their way around his body. They wrapped around his legs and his torso, invasively poking and prodding him and getting unknown fluids on him.