You find yourself unable to move under the sheer volume of magenta seed coating your body. The tentacles seem pleased by this development, continuing to release even more of their potent fluid onto you until you're practically drowning in it. You feel their sticky tendrils wrapping around every limb, holding you in place as they work their way lower.

The tentacles seem determined to cover every inch of your skin with their seed, no matter how much resistance you put up. They wrap themselves around your limbs, forcing you into a position where they can access all of your most sensitive areas. One tendril slides up between your legs, coating your shaft liberally before moving higher to tease and stimulate your nipples. Another wraps itself around your neck, leaving a trail of gooey fluid down your chest as it makes its way towards your mouth.

You find yourself completely helpless against them, unable to move or breathe without their permission.