"oh dont worry Mill...im not going to hurt you..not like the others anyway..your the first girl to try and be my friend and i will go easy on you" She turned into what she really was, her nails grew longer as her skin grew darker. She brought up a hand and gently grapsed the girls left breast through her bikini top gently squeezing.

"Right...I bet you say to to all the girls." Mille said, feeling a bit bitter at the revelation of her friend's identity. And now, here she was, caught by that same friend. And yet...where most had simply torn her clothing apart by now, this one hadn't...still, she couldn't simply give her trust. Not just like that. "I wonder if any of you even know what gentle means..."

Mille was getting the idea that perhaps they did, though, given the tender massage of her breast. It wasn't the rough, groping, kneading motion she'd almost become accustomed to in her short time here, but rather, a delicate grip. It was...different, to be sure. Mille bit her lip just in time to stop a moan from escaping her lips.

"see?...dont worry Mille i can be just as gentle as any lover" She kissed the girl again sliding her tounge into the girls mouth. She gently kneaded the girls breasts again before untying her top and pulling it down. "your quite lovely Mille" She tweaked the girls nipples with her hands.

Mille arched softly, pressing her breasts into Alma's hands, unable to help herself. She had the hands of a master, that was for sure...Mille gave a surprised gasp, feeling the other girl's tongue slide into her mouth, and blushed as she sucked on it gently, wondering why the hell she didn't bite down. This was a monster, for God's sake! It was getting ready to rape her! And yet...she didn't. She pulled back, though. "Stop it...you don't love me. None of you things know what love is. If you'd wanted to be gentle, then why'd you have to go and trick me into this like that? I can't believe you."

She did, however, arch again as Alma's fingers continued their ministrations to her breasts. She noted that she was quickly beginning to get wet. Whatever she might be, apparently, she wasn't unskilled at this. Mille writhed within the binding tentacles, trying to distract herself from the sensations washing over her body. It didn't work, but she tried none the less.