Tara’s nipples became rock hard sticking north to the sky. Yet another tentacle snaked out the water and traveled up Tara’s closed legs to her...breast to cross her clit. Tara body came alive like she was being electrocuted with pleasure. The tentacle keep slipping up and down the shaven lower lips to tickle her clit. The barbarian hips even started to move in time with movement up her pussy. Tara was fully aware now. No that was not right, every pleasure nerve in her body was screaming in. She agreed and soon we were alone on cam and chatting voice. We started flirting and as the conversation got hotter she raised her t-shirt to just above her waist so I could see her tiny panties. Her thighs milky white in contrast to the triangle of the dark red of her panties looked good and my cock was getting a semi. She asked me to take off my shirt, which I did. I was, by this time in my life, getting heavier and was pleased she said she liked a man with some meat on his bones... but not. This time, she gives in to his needs and grasps the cock around the base and slowly begins to work the oil up towards his sensitive mushroom tip. He begins to moan louder now, the temporary loss of his sight heightening the physical sensations as he focuses in on every touch she lays on him. With each firm but gentle stroke, she can feel his excitement rising, his heart beating quickly and she can see the precum starting to ooze out the tip. Not wanting to waste something so perfectly. .Or at least it seems to me that from what I've heard that the Sa'arm would pursue a fleeing enemy. Maybe not so hard as they would work to overcome a strong point, but still I can't imagine that they would lack the imagination to be able to see that having whatever was throwing rocks and energy weapons at them leave the battlefield would enable that enemy to regroup and fight another day. Or to put it like one of the funny songs that Master Will liked to listen to, "He who fights and runs.