True, they might be lacking definitive proof about the carnal nature of this encounter, but with the earnest way the tentacles have already started to rove over Nami's form, she has an uneasy feeling they won't be waiting that long for confirmation about the creature's motives.

Squirming in its grasp, and not quite as restrained as he is, Nami reaches for Loki and tries to pull him closer as the tentacle creeping up her inner thigh responds by pushing her panties to the side before flattening itself silkily against her outer folds, teasing her with a gentle back and forth brushing that makes her gasp and leaves her keenly aware of how wet she's becoming as a result.

Nami's fingers fumble through Loki's hair as the tip of the tentacle around her breast finds her nipple, squeezing and twisting at it as she gasps and tries to pull him in for a kiss.

"Why does everything always want to fuck us?" She shivers through the question, as the tip of the tentacle exploring her cunt finally delves past her folds, connecting with her already aching clit before the feel of it shifts until she swears it becomes more of a gentle sucking mouth than a back and forth strum.