[Exclusive] TIS 1328.4 R18 Beach Episode (7). Inappropriate IV

[Exclusive] TIS 1328.4 R18 Beach Episode (7). Inappropriate IV

One of her tentacles slid across my chest slowly, then down my stomach, teasing my skin while another curled around my arm possessively. They moved differently now. Less like restraints. More like extensions of her mood.

Curious.

Hungry.

I slid my hand higher along her thigh again and pulled her hips back against me firmly.

Pearl moaned softly.

“Careful,” I whispered. “You keep making sounds like that and I’m going to think you enjoy this.”

“You’re already thinking that.”

“Because I’m right.”

I kissed her neck again.

Slower this time.

Then lower.

My hand moved over her stomach while I held her steady against me. I could feel how warm she was. How tense. How reactive every inch of her had become.

The tentacles tightened around my shoulders slightly as if reacting to her emotions.

Cute.

I pressed my forehead briefly against the back of her shoulder.

“Relax,” I murmured.

Then I pushed my erection into her slowly.

Pearl gasped sharply.

Her fingers grabbed onto my arm instantly while her body tensed against mine from the sudden fullness.

“Ethan—”

My own breath roughened immediately.

Warm.

Tight.

I grunted softly against her shoulder while holding her hips steady, giving her time to adjust. The tentacles writhed around us restlessly now, brushing against my chest, my thighs, my neck, like they didn’t know where to touch first.

“You okay?” I asked quietly.

Pearl nodded quickly despite the shaky breath.

“Yes…”

I smiled faintly.

“Good doctor.”

She laughed weakly at that.

“Shut up…”

I moved again.

Slow at first.

Careful thrusts while keeping her held firmly against my torso. Pearl’s moans grew louder almost immediately, her head falling back against my shoulder as she struggled to keep composure.

The psych ward roleplay was long dead now.

Now it was just us.

Messy.

Unhinged.

Completely addicted to provoking each other.

One of the tentacles slid against my jaw while another wrapped around my thigh tighter every time I moved deeper into her.

Interesting feedback system.

I laughed softly under my breath.

“You feel that?” I whispered near her ear.

Pearl nodded immediately.

“Y-yes…”

“Good.”

I slid one hand upward slowly, fingers brushing her throat before tracing lightly along her jaw.

Then my thumb pressed gently against her lower lip.

Pearl opened instinctively.

My eyes darkened immediately.

“Oh,” I murmured. “Look at you.”

I slipped my thumb into her mouth slowly.

Her lips closed around it without hesitation.

And that?

That almost broke me.

The tentacles tightened sharply around my shoulders from her reaction.

Pearl moaned softly around my thumb while I continued moving inside her, pace gradually becoming rougher now that she’d adjusted.

I could feel every reaction.

Every tremor.

Every clench.

My other hand slid up to her breast again, squeezing firmly while my thumb brushed slowly over her nipple.

Pearl’s back arched harder against me.

“Ethan— ah—”

I grinned against her skin.

“There she is.”

Her tentacles moved more frantically now, brushing across my chest and stomach, one curling briefly around my throat before sliding away again. Not dangerous. Just overwhelmed.

Very fitting for her.

I removed my thumb from her mouth slowly, watching the strand of saliva break between us.

Pearl immediately hid her face slightly against my shoulder in embarrassment.

I laughed loudly.

“Oh no,” I teased. “Doctor’s losing professionalism.”

“You’re the worst.”

“And yet,” I said between thrusts, “you keep moaning for me.”

That earned me an annoyed noise followed immediately by another louder moan when I shifted deeper.

Victory.

I tightened my hold around her waist and increased the pace properly now.

The room filled with sound.

The mattress creaking softly.

Her breathing.

My rough laughter every time she reacted particularly hard.

Tentacles sliding and curling around us in complete sensory overload.

Pearl’s fingers clawed lightly at my arm now as she tried to keep up with the rhythm.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” she breathed.

“Of course I am.”

I kissed her jaw again.

“You made a psychopath horny, doc.”

“That sounds like a threat.”

“It is.”

She laughed breathlessly despite herself.

This was fun.

Not because of control.

Not because of dominance.

But because Pearl matched the chaos instead of shrinking from it.

She challenged it.

Played with it.

Fed it right back to me.

That made me want her even more.

I tightened my grip around her waist and moved harder.

The soft creaking of the bed turned sharper now, mixing with the wet clapping sound echoing through the fake psych ward room. Pearl gasped loudly at the sudden rougher pace, tentacles jerking wildly around us like they were losing control alongside her.

“There,” I grunted near her ear. “That’s the reaction I wanted.”

Pearl’s head fell back against my shoulder fully now. Her breathing had completely shattered into uneven pants and moans. Every time I thrust deeper, another sound escaped her lips before she could stop it.

“Ethan— ah— slower— no— don’t stop—”

I laughed.

Actually laughed.

“You don’t even know what you want anymore, doc.”

One of her tentacles wrapped around my arm tightly while another slid across my chest almost desperately. Her body kept tightening around me with every rough movement.

That was making it difficult to keep my own composure.

I buried my face briefly against her neck and bit lightly at her shoulder while my hand squeezed her breast harder, thumb dragging across her nipple again and again until she practically trembled in my arms.

“You’re squeezing me so tight,” I muttered roughly. “Greedy doctor.”

Pearl moaned loudly at that, fingers clawing at my forearm.

The room had become pure chaos now.

Messy sheets.

Tentacles writhing everywhere.

Our breathing mixing together.

The repeated sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room louder and louder as I kept driving into her.

Pearl was completely gone now.

No doctor role.

No teasing control.

Just flushed skin, broken moans, and desperate little movements every time I hit particularly deep.

“You’re close,” I whispered smugly.

She shook her head weakly.

Then immediately moaned louder when I shifted my angle.

I grinned.

“Liar.”

One tentacle suddenly wrapped around my throat loosely while another curled around Pearl’s waist protectively as if even they could feel the climax building.

Her body started trembling harder.

“Ethan—”

I held her tighter and thrust harder one last time.

Pearl cried out sharply, body clenching around me as she climaxed first. The sudden tightening almost dragged me over the edge instantly.

“Damn it—”

I buried my face against her shoulder again and came moments later with a rough groan, my entire body tensing as the pleasure finally hit fully.

The tentacles spasmed around us dramatically before slowly relaxing.

Silence crashed into the room afterward except for our breathing.

Heavy.

Uneven.

Completely wrecked.

Then…

-Ting!

[Your Demonic Power has fully recovered.]

[You Gained EXP!]

Pearl laughed weakly despite herself, still trembling slightly in my arms.

I kissed the side of her neck slowly, still holding her against my chest while the tentacles curled lazily around us like exhausted snakes.

Then I grinned.

Dark.

Satisfied.

“Oh no, doc,” I murmured near her ear. “I’m not done yet.”

Pearl groaned dramatically. “Ethan…”

“You seduced me,” I whispered accusingly, squeezing her waist lightly. “This is your fault.”

She laughed breathlessly again.

I tilted her chin up slightly.

“So now?” I said softly. “I’m not leaving this room until you come out of here…”

My grin widened wider.

“…crawling.”