While they enjoy themselves in a lovely bar, he passes his time at the counter.
It was just about closing time for the “Bewitching Grove”, but Iris, the bartender, had other plans.
When one retreated, the other advanced, filling her to her upper limit of endurance. While simultaneously, a third tentacle had taken residence up inside her anus, twirling endlessly to and fro, driving her pleasure to an ever-higher plateau.
‘Where am I?’ she thought suddenly in desperation! ‘How did I get here?’ she said, trying to rally herself.