Grace gagged from the two tentacles rocketing in and out of her mouth. Thicker than her wrist, the black and green tendrils looked metallic in nature but tasted musky like an actual cock. They are attached to the creature's waist so it makes sense.

Pinning her arms behind her, the metal and etheric monster’s hips pumped at a speed that would make a car engine blush. Grace’s large, twice the size of any man’s head, breasts have bounced violently out of her top as the monster had its way with her.