[hasn't noticed the tentacles yet, his hands gripping her hips tightly. raven feels like he's getting in over his head but the heat of her mouth, her tongue, her body against his makes it difficult to find any reason why he should stop. even the tail tangling around his leg is hot, like she's just as possessive as he is.

with a low sound, he drags his hands up her back, and at the same time he curls his tongue against hers]