[Normally Hijikata would be out for the count now. He's so depleted of chroma that his body wants to fall unconscious despite having lost its need for sleep (which is a whole other story he still has to tell Riou about, but that can wait for another time). The tentacle pushing down his throat triggered his gag reflex, but the climax was so overwhelming that he barely struggled and Riou likely just felt his throat constrict around it a few times.
As Riou lifts him up and lays him down he's slack like a ragdoll, head lolling to the side with his eyes closed and his mouth half open, quickly forming a little puddle of inky drool under his face, but the intense ink infusion soon shows its effect. Within moments a new wave of incredible horniness builds up within him as a counter-force to the exhaustion, and even though he's barely conscious anymore his body reacts anew. His cock swells up again, standing rigid and pulsing, and his body, already slick with perspiration, gets so heated that it would be steaming if the air temperature in the greenhouse were as cold as outside.
The only sound he makes is his gaspy breathing, but even if he can't muster any communication anymore his erection is clearly in need of attention. To think that this is the same man who, upon first learning about the most efficient ways of moonlacing from Samatoki, indignantly replied "I'm not fucking for money (chroma)!"... amazing what 7 months of living on Prismatica will do.]
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As Riou lifts him up and lays him down he's slack like a ragdoll, head lolling to the side with his eyes closed and his mouth half open, quickly forming a little puddle of inky drool under his face, but the intense ink infusion soon shows its effect. Within moments a new wave of incredible horniness builds up within him as a counter-force to the exhaustion, and even though he's barely conscious anymore his body reacts anew. His cock swells up again, standing rigid and pulsing, and his body, already slick with perspiration, gets so heated that it would be steaming if the air temperature in the greenhouse were as cold as outside.
The only sound he makes is his gaspy breathing, but even if he can't muster any communication anymore his erection is clearly in need of attention. To think that this is the same man who, upon first learning about the most efficient ways of moonlacing from Samatoki, indignantly replied "I'm not fucking for money (chroma)!"... amazing what 7 months of living on Prismatica will do.]