[It watches him, watches its lovely pet stretched out so wide by its tendrils, and it hums and croons its approval into him to fill up his mind just like it does his body.

Speaking of which. The way the tendrils are stretching him, there's oil leaking out, so it needs to pump it in fast, from both of them.

And, well, if the oil's already dripping out, then there's no harm if it does a little more, is there?

It keeps singing to him, soothing him, as the tendril keeps pushing into him, as it pulls out and slides back in, as the other one begins slowly to do the same.

(it will fuck him slowly, so the need that's already painful will become unbearable, so he'll beg and plead for more even with two tendrils inside him, even as he feels he's going to break)

(V should be thankful, it thinks, that it is willing to share this delight with him)]