[ reaching for another tentacle she guides it into herself, making a strained noise as it just thrust in without the least bit of care. she shifts, spreading her legs a fair bit wider as she digs her nails into shrike's rear and drags her tongue along her backside again. ] Mm, treat them well. [ the remaining two tentacles slither on toward shrike's front, twisting in the air right alongside her head. one of them strokes her cheek while the other presses against her lips. ]