Wise beyond her years was not going to save her sadly. Even this creatures condition, she could very well have enough power to defeat him. But what then? The Headmaster would put her though unspeakable punishments and tortures for killing a very important customer and contributor.

These logical thoughts were still not enough to keep Vera from taking a step back when he took off his coat and hat. The writhing tendrils seemed to act on their own accord, remaining arched and poised to strike like a snake at any moment. She shifts to a slightly more defensive stance but makes no attempts to flee or put up a guard.

"Should I bother asking what exactly you feed on?" Vera asked, "Seems I will be your free meal afterall."

Of course she was not happy about this. Who would be? The Headmaster's words were law here and she would not dare disobey them. She can only hope those obsidian tips do not tear her body apart.

"Should you ask? I suppose that depends on whether or not you want to know..." he laughed, taking a few steps towards her. Long tentacles snaked forward along the ground, curling around her ankles and sneaking up. He was still at least four feet away but that didn't stop the roving tendrils, encircling her arms, slipping beneath her blouse and exploring of their own insatiable volition.

"My mother was a succubus, you know... As hard as that may be to believe. Usually incubi are quite striking, fair-featured, almost androgynous... And yet here I stand, half-incubus and so horribly ugly..." he laughs, a dark mirthless sound, "And I am, by the way, ugly that is. Even by demonic standards. I've made peace with it..."

One tentacle retrieved another glass of wine for him as he began to walk forward, pushing her back towards a long, low table near the end of the warehouse.

Vera's eyes grow wide as she felt the cold clammy tendrils wrap around her ankles and bind her arms. She shivers and squirms as the appendages explore inside her clothes, feeling over her fair skin. The student was completely helpless at this point.

She looks away from the man as he approached. A half incubus, a demon of sex and lust for females. Beyond that, the Head Girl did not know what to expect. It was not the first time to be fucked by tentacle monsters and certainly would not be the last. Vera's arms tug at her bonds as she continues to squirm from the writhing tendrils beneathe her blouse.

"L-Look," she said quickly, "If you need to feed then feed. Then I will go back to my duties. I am certain that will more than thanks for your donation."

One of Plague's clawed, spidery hands made its way up to the bandages on his face, gripped them tightly and tore them away. They fell like tissue paper, crumbling to dust in his grip. They never would have held, he would have had to get new ones anyway.

The face beneath was, in a word, awful. One baleful eye gleamed out at her, the other socket dead and empty. Eight long, rubbery tentacles seemed to be twisted amongst themselves and wrapped around to the back of his neck, giving the impression of a human chin. They exercised themselves from this position now, arching up and snapping curiously before them, movements bringing to light a black beaked maw in the midst of them for only a moment before it disappears again.

He pulled the tentacles of his face back and apart, moving the glass of wine to the beak. It yawned open and he tossed his head back, draining it in a sip, tilting his head back down. A black, whiplike tongue snapped out of the maw and twisted along the inside of the glass, cleaning it before retracting with a crack back into the depths of his mouth.

"How adorable... you truly think you're worthy of being my compensation for this generous gift, my dear? When I could capture any other female on this island at my whim? I'm not exactly in top physical condition but I could certainly have Kohryu hold them down while I fed... No, you're an appetizer, easy prey, I'm afraid..." he laughed, the tentacles holding an unholy strength that his body did not, twisting her arms behind her as one slid all the way up her thigh, the muscles in its length tensing, warm and smooth against her.

A shiver ran down the woman's spine as she saw the hideous sight before her. The creature was beyond disgusting with tentacles writhing around and in his beak. This was not in the job description when she signed up for this. Yes she was still prey but not something to be sacrificed by the staff so easily.

Vera's arms were twisted behind, causing her chest to thrust outwards. There was a stirring beneathe her uniform as the tendrils continue to explore and feel the curves of her body. This disturbing creature made her skin crawl.

Her jaw clenched as the man came closer. She watched him finish off his glass, tendrils licking up every drop of wine. The Head Girl shuts her eyes, not wanting to see what other things were going to come from this thing. Appetizer or not, she could only hope this would end soon so she can take a very very long shower to clean this filth from her body.

Plauge either didn't notice or didn't mind her disgust, moving closer and closer. The tendrils curled around the edge of her skirt, pulling it down in a swift gesture as he neared, the tentacles twisting and writhing excitedly near the center of his mouth.

"Oh dear, don't lose your nerve now, my darling, things are just getting fun..." he laughed softly to himself as more tendrils arched behind him.

Now, of course, would be the interesting part of their encounter, his baleful gaze leveling on her, drinking in every inch of her body as the tentacles twisted and pulled open her blouse, tossing the head girl ribbon to the side.

The students skirt tore away with one quick yank from Plague's tentacles. Panties of white lace were all that remained protecting her woman hood from the appendages of the creature before her. The Head Girl tried to pull away but with ankles and arms held, the tendrils easily held her tugging body in place.

Fun for you maybe, Vera thought to herself. It was difficult to remain composed and calm when you have something this hideous hungering for her body. More tendrils were arched and ready to strike from over the man's shoulders. The appendages seemed eager to have a feel, a taste of the woman's body.

Her blouse and sash were torn away together. Bountiful breasts bounce within the confines of her bra from the sudden jerking motion. Already her body was tingling all over. Being a Head Girl did not mean she was not trained. Her body was made to react to such advances to make her all the more enticing for the Headmasters. Vera glares at the man, trying to remain as steady as she could against whats to come.

The tendrils continued their dance, slowly ensnaring each of her limbs. They pulled her arms behind her back, pressing her elbows together to make her arch out her chest as though it were an offering. He slid a knee up between her legs as the tendrils bent her backwards, pushing her back over the table and arching her spine, keeping the muscles in her body taut like bowstrings.

He laughed softly as he reached a hand up, brushing it across her face, the bandages thin and papery against her skin, some of them crumbling away to the scaled flesh beneath, his body seeming unnaturally warm against her.

Those dark claws that tipped his fingers trailed down the side of her neck, over her chest and across her breasts. He slid a finger upside-down underneath the front of her bra, and with a simple flicking motion the dark claw sliced cleanly through the fabric, the garment falling away like the last few wingbeats of a dying moth before settling on the ground, baring her breasts to him.

"Ngh!" she twists her body and tugs at the tendrils ensaring her body. Her elbows were pressed together behind her back. Her luscious breasts thrust outwards as if they were being sacrificed to the demon before her.

The tentacles continue to pull backwards with only the other bonds keeping her from falling over. A knee forcefully nudges her legs apart as she continues to be pulled more and more backwards. Vera's body was flexible but even this position was stretching her joints and muscles.

She felt the table beneathe her upper body as she looks up at the approaching Plague. Her position and bonds made it impossible to move as claws stroke her cheek. Vera's head weakly jerks away at the sound of crumpling bandages and heated scales beneathe. The claws tease her soft flesh down her chest and over her breasts. With a mere flick of his fingers, her luscious mounds bounce free with partially hardened nipples at their peaks.

Nearly nude and her body pulled over the table like a sacrificial altar, the Head Girl turns her head away once more. She did not want to see that large beak of his or what those tendrils will do to her body. Her toes curl in anticipation for whats to come.

Plague's head tilted to the side inquisitively as his spidery fingers turned back over, arching themselves over her breast. His clawed nails traced patterns across her pale flesh, flicking playfully over the nipple as a rattling breath left his throat, beak clicking like gravel with each breath. There was something detached in the way he toyed with her body, aloof and almost scientific, completely devoid of the usual hungry lust or passion, but consumed rather by a mild, almost sardonic amusement.

"You are quite lovely..." he laughed to himself. A pair of the pincered tentacles snaked up around her legs. They clacked menacingly next to her sheer white panties and with painstaking precision, caught the edges of them and tore them from her body, leaving her bare before him.

"I daresay I'm going to enjoy this..."

Vera was unable to move a muscle as claws traced over her tender flesh. The being before her was looking at her like one would look at a piece of meat. She was not a Head Girl or even a student in this position. She was merely prey to a hungry beast.

Her jaw clenched at the supposed compliment. She could only shiver as he claimed to enjoy this. All monsters seemed to enjoy breaking a woman down to be nothing more than slaves and playthings. Vera's eyes shut as she feels the sharp pincers slither up her thighs and tear away the last of her clothing.

She was ordered to be here and the staff were not going to help her. No one was going to save her from this thing's hunger.

That hateful, mocking laugh bubbled up from his throat again. He shucked the bandages from his hand with a gesture, placing the bare scales against her chest again in a slow massage, the slit pupil of his reptilian eye constricting in an intense focus. The pincered tendrils twisted around her thighs, pulling them gently apart to make room for one of their brethren. This one, lacking the tell-tale razored edge of the pincer, pushed its soft, tapered head against her lips, moving up and down in a stroke that was almost playful, teasing her.

"It's been so long since I've had this kind of opportunity... Let's take our time, draw this out a little, shall we?" he asked, moving his free hand up to push his spidery fingers through her hair, tightening his grip and tugging her hair back to bare her slender neck.

Her entire body shivers, remaining tense as the being continued to tease and grope her body. Scaled hands rub and stroke her soft mounds. The creature's strange warmth seeped into her chest, causing her blood to warm and her breasts to slowly firm from his advances. The scales would drag across her skin one way and be completely smooth the other direction. Vera took deep breaths, causing her chest to rise into the groping fingers as her body was being tricked to relax from the tender massage.

"Ngh.." she struggles fruitlessly as tendrils spread her thighs apart. The awkward and uncomfortable position made it hard to move her body at all, making her nothing more than a mannequin for the monster to manipulate. A soft gasp left her lips as a warm tendril began to slowly slide up and down her netherlips. Butterflies flutter up in her belly as she did what little squirming she could. The position kept her from escaping the touch of the warm head as it methodically continues to tease her slit.

Plague watched her quiver, enjoying the pale girl standing before him like a wilting rose. He hooked his hands under her arms and quickly heaved her up onto the table, now laying her out quite like a platter. If she felt like a piece of meat dangling before a hungry wolf before that was nothing compared to how she looked now, trussed up like the centerpiece in a grand and alien feast.

He leaped easily to the top of the table, surveying his prey. Nothing he said was entirely a lie, while he felt very little lust for this girl he was enjoying it greatly. It had been so long since he had been in power, in control, so long he had slumbered within that chamber simply trying to heal. Now, with his power on the verge of returning, he was intoxicated by a vindicating feeling of triumph.

The tendrils suddenly stiffened, the muscles within flowing with that adrenaline, the surge of a successful hunt. His head snapped up, looking to left and right, not really as a result of any stimuli but a simple predatory instinct. The tentacles acted on their own, twisting as they pulled her legs wide, the one teasing her sex suddenly burying itself without warning, squirming like a writhing serpent within her.

The Head Girl's spine was spared as she was lifted up easily and placed down upon the table. Compared to how she was positioned before, this was far more comfortable. But comfort was hardly the reason for this change. Her body still aching, she tried to edge away from the monster's gaze.

The creature leapt up onto the table, standing over her in a show of dominance. Vera twists her body to the side to somewhat cover herself as she continues to back away from the thing. The tendrils rise up like snakes, writhing and tensing up as they seem to all look down at her nude form.

Plague began to act strangely as he looked around as if someone were to come and steal away his prize. But the confusion ended with the woman yelping in shock as the tentacles lash down and wrap around her legs. Her body shivered as the tendrils effortlessly spread her thighs apart. Now flat on her back once more, she was fully exposed and unable to stop the demonic appendage from invading her body.

The warm tendril parted her netherlips and slithered deep into her being. Vera's body arched off the table as she lets out a loud cry. Her inner walls quiver from the sudden forceful entry. The teasing left her insides moist, making it easier for the tentacle to glide along her slippery tight walls. Her cheeks flush a soft crimson as she glared up at Plague.