He had been hanging around the dorms more and more, them becoming one of his favorite hunting grounds. He had heard the girls talking about a new arrival at the school, so he began to snoop around, and soon enough he found the room where she was to stay, it being empty at the moment.

He slips in easily through the shadows and lies in wait, using the furniture's shadows to hide and meld into so that the girl would not susspect a thing.

Now all he had to do was wait..

Just new at this school and the first little problem showed up already. Sure, the buildings are large, modern, nice and tidy. The surrounding island is a breathtaking sensation and the girls around are sure to become good friends sooner or later. But currently there is one major question. How to get all this luggage up to my room?
Well...I have to do the work all alone.

So a when the door opens, a girl hauling a heavy load of Bags and suitcases stumbles in, cursing and sweating.

He watched from the shadows of her couch for now, being rather close to the door, and he scented that sweet scent of female sweat. He watches her still, the door open and thus would allow an easy escape if she ran.

No he continues to wait, eyeing her clothing and body. letting her draw closer to his hiding spot before he dares to strike.

"Phew"

Lana lets out her breath with a sound of relief. She never thougt about the weight of all that stuff she uses to travel around with. Now that she´d carried the most necessary stuff all the way up here she feels some kind of pitty for those people who earn a living with such hard work.

So this will be my home for the upcoming year.
Not that very special, but comfortable nonetheless. A bit of work has to be done, but that´s a story to be told later.

Most of the bags she drops where she stands, heaping them up to the just closed door, then taking her first steps in o the room. Also she´d just arrived she´s already wearing the schooluniform, handmade from the finest fabrics allowed by a masterly tailor to a perfect fit.

While she takes her first look around she unbuttons her jacket, moves on, takes a look through the next door in to her private little bathroom (well, rich parents can pay for a few accomodations most of the girls doesnt have) and sighs with relief.

"A nice little shower wil get me up and ready for the next scene."

...now, she had her meeting with the other girls at the dining room in mind when saying that, a monster who has other things coming to mind.

He follows her silently, moving from shadow to shadow where they touch. When he sees she is going to the little room that was added for her, he darts past her, quickly, being just a shadow, perhaps a trick of the light or her eyes to her. Inside her private little shower he waits now, melded down into the shower curtain's shadow. After all if the girl was going to be stripping herself..why should he waste that effort.

Waiting for her in the shadows of the shower takes some time, but for monsters good luck she had not cared about an open door, so she can be seen undressing.
At first she takes her time rummaging through one of the bags she´d dropped, taking a few odds and ends out, reappears in the shower, places all those flacons, tubes and whatsoevers all to a carefully selected place on the shelves, only to vanish again.
Then she starts undressing.
Sure she doesn´t know that she´s watched, but she acts as if she want´s to make a crowd drop dead from watching. Every move is a slow one, every button gets unbuttoned with care, every piece of fabric is removed with some kind of softness and grace. But as if hell knows about you, she moves just by chance each and every moment out of view when you were close to see her most precious parts fully exposed.
Then, when you see the last piece of cloth touch the floor she fully leaves sight, you can hear her rummaging through her bags.... and then she enters the shower. Clad in the armour of a full dressinggown. Finest silk, but not THAT fine that you can see through.

He hisses softly as she strips before him, seeing everything the girl has to offer..he waits still.

When she enters the shower dressed in that gown, well that is when he strikes, from the shower curtain's shadow his four tendrils lash out suddenly, one wrapping around each of her limbs to hold her in place.

He then rises from the shadow itself, to his full height, towering over her in the small shower stall, her dallying and stalling having made him more than ready, which is evident if she looks down she would see both his hard thick shafts standing ready to plunder her richest depths.

Lana is taken completely by surprise, being shocked to the bone she screams out loud, struggles against the whatsoevers that hold her.
She never ever dreamd about being assaulted that way - up to this moment such thoughts had no place in her peaceful world - nor would she even think that a creature like the one that grabs her now could even exist!
Panic grabs her heart and soul, making her flail around aimlessly with her tiny little fists and feet, still screaming her lungs out....untill.....untill she senses this unbelievable threat of those....shafts.
She can only gasp.

He grins down at her and reaches grabbing the neckline of her expensive gown, and soon she can hear that money being thrown away as the alien rips it from her body to reveal that smooth curvy form to him again.

He lifts her hands above her head and pins them there with one hand, freeing two of his tendrils..which eagerly wrap around her breasts squeezing them, then she can feel herself being lifted up against the shower wall. The movement slow, but there is no denying what is about to happen, as he uses his other to tendrils to spread her weakly kicking legs, to open her body for him.

There is no sign that she even wastes a single thought about the value of her gown, her eyes staring widened in terror at your alien forms. Her mind is running wild and her body winds like a snake, her fear fuels her strength and she keeps on fighting against your hold - useless, but she won´t give in.

She doesn´t scream any more but now she stutters, beggings for mercy, simple nos and don´t do thats, but when you spread her legs even this well educated hidden treasure of a girl know´s what she´s up to next.

Sometimes those human girls simply give in and let things happen, begging to be left alone and waiting for the end crying and shedding tears. Some of them fight with the ferocity of a cornered little fox. This one - well - this one fights too, but it seems that she doesn´t want to win this fight in the end....

He grins, watching her as she struggles fighting against him. Perhaps had he been human like her, that fear fueled fighting would have won her the day..But she has no such luck.

His tendrils around her breasts squeeze them more, lightly snapping the nipples with the tips of his tendrils. He then moves forward, pressing the heads of his dual shafts against her, one at her treasured little slit..the other against her little backdoor as he hisses down at her, not entering her yet, letting her fear grow to make it more delicious for him.

She squeals as she feels her breasts being molested like this, whimpers a bit but she cant help but watching her nipples growing hard and even more sensitive. Then, she falls silent as she get´s touched ath those treasures she´d never offered to such treatment before. It´s unbelievable, but it´s happening. The whole world stops turning, this can´t be true.
Her bodys wiggling dies down to slow motion, her eyes staring with sheer disbelieve. She mutters nonsense, tries to understand but is unable to. Deep moans mingle with her nonsense words, responding to the squeezing of her breasts, she drools, starts to shiver. No. This can´t be true. Can´t....

Once he hears those moans and her wiggling starts to die down, that is when he gives her body the first taste of what her life at the campus will be like...His thrust pushing those shafts deep into her openings, spreading them wide about his thick lengths.

He slowly lets go of her arms as he now has her pinned against her shower wall by his shafts, and holding her up by his tendrils. His glowing red eyes watching her face as he buries himself rather quickly into her..if the girl had a maidenhead buried inside, its ripped away from her by the alien.

Lana cries out loud.
She would have cried the same way if she´d been impaled by a pair of spears, would have cried so if she had to listen to a guillotines blade racing down for her neck, if been ripped apart by a team of horses.
But in the end, this cry went different.
By a faint difference it didn´t tell about the final panic as it did when she started to wail. No, in the end there was a tiny little trace of pleasure intermingled. The most perverted pleasure a human girl was able to feel, a pleasure this girl would be unable to name and a pleasure she will never admit to have felt.

For now, she sarts to fight again.

He hisses almost sounding like he is laughing as she screams and starts to fight again, but now its to late for the girl as he is impaled on both those long shafts.

He begins to open his mouth, what looked to be a tiny slit of a mouth gets wider as he opens it, she can feel one tendril uncurl from her breast and instead wraps around her thigh.

Replacing the tendril though is that impossibly wide mouth, stuffing an entire breast into it, and she can feel the suction, as well as his tongue lathering her breast with his thick saliva as he tastes this new girl.