[It's all instinct, now. Even if he wanted to stop, if he had the mind to do it, he doubted he would. Shy of something truly jarring breaking their flow, that is. Hythlodaeus continues to shed his slime, leaving skin tingling where it touches.]
[His paw shifts, finding the curve of his stomach leading into genitals merely to put pressure on them. He feels his mind blank as he begins to thrust, though as he pulls out, Emet-Selch should feel no emptier with all of the goo left in its place, yet also thrust out with each powerful pump of his hips. There's no sign of it stopping as it streams down Emet-Selch's legs and pools beneath him.]
[Hythlodaeus' breaths are hot and frantic as he growls and grinds his teeth. He must be close, at least Emet-Selch can hope.]
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[His paw shifts, finding the curve of his stomach leading into genitals merely to put pressure on them. He feels his mind blank as he begins to thrust, though as he pulls out, Emet-Selch should feel no emptier with all of the goo left in its place, yet also thrust out with each powerful pump of his hips. There's no sign of it stopping as it streams down Emet-Selch's legs and pools beneath him.]
[Hythlodaeus' breaths are hot and frantic as he growls and grinds his teeth. He must be close, at least Emet-Selch can hope.]