[slippery, distracting little things they are. Luke attempts to keep his mind on the conversation and the moment, aphrodisiac practically running off with it unhindered.]

You didn't seem to... have a problem with that... the last time—

[actually, he's not entirely sure he recalls their last encounter in full. Certainly he hadn't felt properly prepared when tentacles had breached his womb—but then, likely nothing could have properly prepared him for that.

His skin aches for more, too. Even when Kleken pulls his leg away to let the tentacles finish stripping him, it feels like nothing will ever be good enough—and separated from his clothes, it's clear just how potent Kleken's aphrodisiac is. Luke's nipples are already puffy and his pale skin is pink with arousal, limbs all but numb. Incapable of moving to affect modesty, much less protect himself from anything.

Between his thighs, of course, is that same textured cock—ridged and long, mottled with chitin, it's only passing similar to a "normal" aurorian's. His balls are certainly more visible leaning back too, gently bulging the slit everything retracts into, and his cunt glistens, slick and swollen and needy.

His own gaze turns away then, a surprising amount of embarrassment there in being looked at like this. It's not exactly the first time, but—]

... don't just stare. [inhale. Exhale. He can keep his head in the game, surely. Surely...] Just—do whatever you're planning to do to me.