[ if shrike hadn't started stroking her tentacles she'd still have half a brain, but she's slowly losing her mind too. d.va clings to shrike, using her tail to keep herself in place, though she's thankful that shrike is also helping with that, because she's starting to feel like jelly. ]

I can't keep them from, from coming out,
so I... they're... yeah, they're always a part of it.

[ she widens her own stance. ]

...one way or another. [ the other rounded tentacle glides between her ass cheeks and in between her legs, teasing her for a few seconds, but then moving straight along to shrike to gently stroke at her entrance. she whines, digging her nails in to the taller girl, wiggling her ass as enticingly as she can manage. ] D- Don't do this.