Matthew watched, seeing Charlie’s body react to this. He knew his sounds. The way his face moved and tensed as he was close. The werecolt’s eyes widened as he saw his lover twisting on the brink of explosion.

Charlie’s hips moved back and forth, fucking the coiled tentacle like it was a tight wet hole. He wanted to stay in the ecstasy forever, but his body could only handle so much. The scylla had him completely possessed, sedated and seduced. He would do anything it wanted for a fraction of this feeling.