[It withdraws its fingers so it can lean in and kiss at Shingetsu's lips hungrily, run its tongue over them

(kissing is such a human expression and it mocks him with the closeness)

before drawing back completely, crooning again and wiping its mouth.]

Ｒｅｌａｘ, Barian's Guardian.

[Another tendril rises up behind it (and this one is thicker than the ones that bind his arms and legs, dripping oil from the tip) and slithers forward to press lightly against Shingetsu's lips.]

It will be better, for you.

[Slowly, the tendril slides into Rei's mouth, begins to trickle oil as it pushes to the back of his throat.

(and at the same time, one of the tendrils on his legs begins to work its way up)]