"le cose che vi rendono malati non sono supposti di sentirsi così bene!!!"
(things that make you ill are not supposed to feel so good...)

She replied in a fevered song like tone once more. All she saw and felt made her stomach turn. She saw nothing but the filth involved in sex nothing but disease; sickness weakness & lack of control. though those weren't quite what made her hate the act what it was couldn't been seen or spoken of by anyone it had no word nor description in any language in her mind it was just a strange black writhing mass.


Which was not much different from her body's reactions to his motions with each thrust into her she'd shudder offering a soft song of forced pleasure yet each time more sadness filled the tone she wished she could sing she wished she could reach her guitar and play it, she'd have done anything for a radio to be played blasting a sonata or lament even an aria would have probably been enough.

"..."

Just a loud whimper of sorrow as his body again met her back the lewd sound echoing through the forest as his smaller member filled her more than she ever planned to be filled. Another scratch to her psyche though no cracks yet to have appeared mentally Michael could take much more than most women her size & age.

There was a certain music to her voice, a certain charm that had been alluring in its own right. Aegir could not tell which was more thrilling, the music he had heard in those sounds that parted her lips that sweet sweet melody that entwined about something within him or her small stature. The apparent powerlessness brought on by the fact that he loomed over her as a mighty redwood tree dwarved even the tallest life forms upon her native planet. With more than 2' difference in height Aegir could not help but feel that he had lorded over her at least physically.

Though he had immersed himself in his own pleasure his mind had still been receptive to her thoughts plucking them from the fore of her mind. Scrolling over them in turn he had still been just as puzzled though something struck a cord within him. The fact that she was now speaking in another dialect hinted at some otherness that swept over her. It was as if he were telling with two separate beings ... no, not two, several. The strange feel, the timeless quality that he had felt ... past lives, past experiences, past knowledge? As he had been preparing himself to follow this conundrum further he felt the black mass within her. That undescribable notion that lingered within her. Its presence so enormous that he had been ashamed that he had missed it earlier. Her music was to blame luring him into a lethargic state he had not extended his mental prowess deep enough to obtain these answers well in advance. Was it that he had become too eager? That he had given into his desire for a change rather than being ruled by methodical patience?

Aegir could not quite answer the stream of questions that rose up within his thoughts. Such a roller coaster ride this was, thinking and believing one thing only to perceive another. Each question that cropped up in his mind only lead him to another which lead him to another in turn. It would have kept him on his toes, had he had any toes that was. As it were he found that his compound mind was working frantically upon the problem at last drawing a small fraction of itself away from the current engagement if only to study and analyze this situation more thoroughly.

Not knowing what that dark mass was within her mind he had been loathe to probe into it. So full of surprises was this petite young woman that he was reluctant to explore that imagery her mind had conjured. Some secrets were best left unknown though not knowing disturbed him in a way. He was a curious being by nature always craving to discern the unknown. Lightly he pressed against this dark spot in her mind though taking care of any backlash.

As curious as he was however, he had been more interested in her herself. Her lament had been understandable to him seeing what he was forcing upon her though rather than concentrating on that he focused in on her pleasure ultimately seeing to his own as well in the process. That small frame twisting back against him as his length filled her up. His cock twisting and turning in full circular movements grazing out against the flesh that had closed in around him. Never before had he experienced anything so constricting, that tight shealth all his to play with as he began to pick up even more momentum when it became clear that he wasn't going to brake her. As small as she was she wasn't made of porcelin and Aegir was confident that she would not snap or shatter ... well maybe later for the shattering part if he had his way about it. That thought alone caused his mouth tentacles to fan out dancing against her smooth skin as the trio of hearts within his body accelerated in time with his thrust beating rapidly as he expended more energy, as his own desires escalated.

One lone hand flowed down her ribcage, rounded her hip, then creeped over her right ass cheek. The touch smooth and soft vanishing only a moment later so that he could take his other smaller cock in hand. Aligning it against the chalice of her body Aegir began to push that one inside the tight warmth of her pussy allowing it to experience the same joys that its companion was experiencing. His larger, thicker central cock rested up against her backside wanting to fill her up but waiting its turn for the time being as its underside rubbed up against her body any time he thrust inside her.

Something can be both disguisting and pleasureable. Your mind and body have separate opinions conflicting with one another ... his words trailed off as a burbling sound arouse from his mouth giving voice to the pleasure he was experiencing.

That black mass seemed to crack slightly a beam of light growing in her psyche though what was being contained within that strange darkness in her mind was still a great unknown. It cracked only as his second shaft entered her causing a rush of pain through her as she was stretched further this enough to draw a small streak of blood down his body. a cry of pain and disgust once more drawn from her throat.

""Which is worse?! pain or pleasure..."

she returned to English; it was curious how or why she did would never be known or even if she'd continue to use this language. Eyes watering she shuddered once more feeling the underside of that large phallus against her; even the though of it entering any part of her body filled her with dread and given it's current placement she was worried what he might be planning.

((sorry it took so long and that it's a bit lacking; do hope i gave you enough))

(As usual you gave me plenty )

Intrigued by that black barrier Aegir had not been so foolish as to play with it overly much. His initial probes had failed to crack through it and while he had been confident that he could crack it even further in places (at least enough to glimpse what it contained) he refrained in exerting too much force or effort. It may have been his over confidence in that realm or just the stern belief that he had master the mind and all it was capable of harnessing. Michael was different though. There was that timeless quality that she had maintained, that aspect about her that was unreadable as if she were from an age that had not quite equated with her actual years. More of an enigma that he yearned to unravel though he had been in no rush to do so quite preferring to learn things a stitch at a time.

This distraction had not boded well, however, for he had felt the spike of pain rise up from her. Sure enough it may have seemed at odds with what he was doing to her but Aegir had no desire to hurt her. In fact he had been fascinated by Michael, her music had reached out to him, beckoned him to her like some heedy aphrodisiac. He was all too aware that she had regretted the cessation of her playing something that would have saved her from this had she continued. Yet there was a certain charm that she maintained as well. The lack of fear perhaps, or had it been the fact that she had been willing to speak with him when he had shown himself? Few refrained from fleeing in abject horror or freezing up with fear that to have such a calm response for once had been well ... nice, to say the least.

The taste of blood rushed against his tentacle for with his senses so attuned to one another Aegir found the rich coppery taste registering upon his mind. Touch through his tentacles and taste had been two linked senses, senses that often assisted him in analyzing hidden prey back upon the oceans of his home world. Feeling rocks in the murky depth of the ocean, tasting them only to distinguish which were camouflaged beings and which were in fact inedible stones had led to his species surviving those initial steps out of the premordial ooze that they had slithered from. It was a quality that had stuck with his kind throughout the long years since such a primitive state, one that was still often used though time and evolution itself had ensured that such gifts took a different approach in the day to day life of the species itself.

Immediately his shaft popped free of her offering her some respite while his mauve hand danced along her ribcage in a more soothing fashion. Her question had played upon his ears and while he had no problem with picking out her words from Italian these had come in the more familiar English that most of the residents upon the island used. Which was worse? Had it been a rhetorical question? Initially he had believed that it was, though he had moved to answer it nevertheless.

Worse is pleasure. Pain is short lived. Pain allows you to hate, to latch on to an event and fuel hatred and anger into it. But pleasure dulls an experience. You conjure up what you most enjoy about that pleasure finding hate and anger harder to latch upon to. Both fade from the mind if not relieved, if not reexperienced. Pain is perhaps the stronger of the emotions. It teaches us not to touch a kettle that is hot, at least, not after we do it once. Few repeat that same mistake. Yet pleasure can be more insidious, it can lure us back into reliving the past to capture the utopia we experienced. It is a reason why drug abuse is so prevalent. One remembers the ecstasy, the highs, rather than the lows making it all to easy for addiction to grab hold.

Picking up on her thoughts given the position of his larger cock, Aegir fanned his fingers lightly against her side. Ohhh, it was easy enough to see where her thoughts must have gone. The distilled fear within her at being taken there as well slammed into Aegir. He was in a position where he could have taken what he wanted, to simply said to hell with her needs or wants but Aegir always was an odd one. His neurosis strived him to find some measure of acceptance even if it were not on a verbal level. Pleasure had been all he could offer up even if it were force pleasure. Few beings would associate with him, his appearance alone alienated most. Conversations were few and far between over the last few millenia and he found that it was difficult braking out of well established routines.

He had already hurt her more than he had intended too desiring to shatter her in pleasure, not in pain. Mulling over the problem at hand, knowing full well that thus far his psionic rewiring of her pain and pleasure senses seemed to only cause more harm than good Aegir found himself being pulled into new ground. Course, he could not let her think that he was too soft even if he were gentlier than most of his peers. He would play upon her thoughts, drawing his other shaft from her body.

I have a proposition for you, Michael, his words pressing lightly into her mind while a tentacle replaced his cock against the softness of her pussy. It did not plunge into her, rather it simply traced against her slit rising and falling in a gentle rhythm as he mentally relayed his words to her. He had no desire to take her in her ass, drawing from her own thoughts he doubted that she would enjoy that much if at all. So he had proposed matters as if she controlled her fate even if his mind had already been set upon not taking her there she may have achieved some relief in knowing that she had barred him ... though she could always refrain from accepting his proposition though that still wouldn't change his stance for he had been planning on bringing his larger appendage to bare upon her at least in part.

I am in need of you Sly. Need of your skills, your talents. Work for me and I will refrain from taking you here, the under side of his large cock rubbed against her for emphasis to his words. I need someone to supply me with goods I cannot access readily. Supplies, primarily chemicals though other tidbits that I shall need to further my studies here.

To draw her mind from whatever tension may have been forming within it he slide his larger cock away from her ass drawing it down towards the slit of her body the mere tip easing against the folds of her heated flesh as the tentacle that had once been there scooted out of the way for him instead sweeping towards her clit where its very tip slightly nudged against her.