One, then two, then three and after that Hermione lost count of how many of those golden delights were inside her. All she knew was there was molten velvet being poured into her cunt. She had never felt something like that, with her limited experience of sex. The tentacles entered as far as they could go, an then rested there for a bit, while his lips devoured her nipples. She felt his large hands clenching and unclenching over her breasts, and then the tentacles were moving.