Lucrecia's surprise at Reggie's actions muted some of her instincts, the usual sirens in her head dulled to a mere awkward whistle as the boy lowered himself down again, giving her a little room to breathe.

She tensed for a second at the feel of his hands entwining with her own, forcing herself to relax against the unexpected move. Her own blush deepened in time with his as he looked up into her eyes, apologising again.

But not for kissing her, not that he really needed to apologise for that, for something else. What? What could he mean, the young woman pondered, blinking down into his eyes.

...And then found herself looking up into the blank white eyes of this thing that was standing where Reggie had been, tentacles flailing everywhere, lashing out around her, binding her.

She tried to draw back in her fright, a scream beakoning from her lips, but the creature's grip was firm. She wanted to lash out, but her legs and arms were firmly wrapped by its grasping limbs. She winced at the feel of the suckers on the tentacles against her bare legs.
"W-what are you?!"

(okay... did this thing glitch? I posted earlier... ugh, if it doesn't reappear, I'll redo it. Again.)

(I think so though no need to fear your post shows up when you go to post reply, it just doesn't show up on the boards for some reason. I'll simply cut and paste it here before working up my post)

Lucrecia
Lucrecia's surprise at Reggie's actions muted some of her instincts, the usual sirens in her head dulled to a mere awkward whistle as the boy lowered himself down again, giving her a little room to breathe.

She tensed for a second at the feel of his hands entwining with her own, forcing herself to relax against the unexpected move. Her own blush deepened in time with his as he looked up into her eyes, apologising again.

But not for kissing her, not that he really needed to apologise for that, for something else. What? What could he mean, the young woman pondered, blinking down into his eyes.

...And then found herself looking up into the blank white eyes of this thing that was standing where Reggie had been, tentacles flailing everywhere, lashing out around her, binding her.

She tried to draw back in her fright, a scream beakoning from her lips, but the creature's grip was firm. She wanted to lash out, but her legs and arms were firmly wrapped by its grasping limbs. She winced at the feel of the suckers on the tentacles against her bare legs.
"W-what are you?!"

A hand reached out across the short distance brushing those elongated fingers against the warmth of her cheek. White eyes regarded her as he maintained his grip upon her. His mouth tentacles danced, twisting and turning even in his relaxed state while the moment slipped away second by second as Aegir himself had considered how things may have proceeded if he had kept up with the ruse. How far could he have expected matters to unravel? For once an outcome was not seen as readily as it could have been for often he could see the end results of his actions well before they occurred.

There had been no use worrying about the possible future for now that matter was merely an alternate time line, a possibility that was no longer relevant given that he had disturbed the flow of that stream of events through his actions. Just as a stone when cast into a river made a rippling sensation across its surface that history, that possibility, was forever changed.

Picking up upon the tremble in her voice it did not take a telepath to know that she was scared, that fear was gripping her now. Her instincts told her to fight, to struggle, yet he had secured his hold upon her if only to prevent that option from the small list of choices now opened to her. In answer to her question, however, he had not used the vocalized words that she had been familiar with. Rather he broadcast his thoughts and speech through the application of telepathy pressing them directly into her mind.

What I am is of little importance, though to sate your curiousity know that I am from a dying species of beings that have out lived the stars themselves. He brought his other hand down to her shirt letting his finger smooth over the unfastened button of her shirt before easing down to the next one in line. Circling that button he seemed to study it for a moment as if calculating how it functioned before using the manual dexterity in his hand to pop the button free revealing even more of her clevage and brassier in the process. I quite enjoyed our little talk, he added candidly as his finger found the next button in line, tracing over it as he spoke. His gaze rose enough to capture the look upon her face, those mouth tentacles were wild in their anticipation of what was to come next. Now, however, I am in need of you.

As if his intentions had not been obvious so far Aegir popped another button free allowing his gaze to once more cast itself down her body milking in the sights that had been borne to his eyes.

Lucrecia couldn't help but flinch as that thing's hand reached up to brush her cheek. She jerked back as far as her bindings would allow, not liking the strange touch, much less the person doing it.

Unfortunately, while it had let go of her own hands, the tentacles binding her wrists prevented her from punching the creature in what would be it's face, if there were not a mass of tentacles and those empty white eyes... They creeped her out but still she stared back, not wanting to risk the creature making a move while she wasn't looking, her own eyes blazing with hatred.

The fire spluttered somewhat as she heard it's voice, but without sound. It was a telepath? A telepathic, alien, humanoid squid thing. One that had captured her and was now toying with her loose button.
"Get off of that," she growled, the normally quiet and reserved woman hidden behind a veil of rage and fire. This thing had toyed with her, it'd proved it when it had mentioned her and "Reggie's" conversation, and Lucrecia did not like being toyed with.

Oh, if only the grip on her legs lessened a fraction, she knew just what part of it to slam her knee into. Sure, the alien anatomy might not be the same as a Human male's, but she figured it would get the point across.

Unfortunately, the tentacle's grip stayed firm, refusing to budge. Leaving her helpless to move or draw away as it popped open her second button, her shirt opening further and revealing more of her plain white bra and the mounds of flesh hidden behind it.

Now her temper was startle to fizzle, worry starting to set in. This thing wasn't giving her an opening, and, while still inexperienced in the physical side of things, she'd read more than enough books to guess what was coming up.

"Oh, I knew I should have just ignored you, you sick twisted pervert!" She spat, even as a third button came free, fully revealing her bound breasts, even as the shirt started to slide down her shoulders, as the cool breeze ran across her bare skin along with the tentacles... "Just let me go, Reggie! Let me go!"

Drinking in her emotions right now had been the equivalent to trying to observe a single cloud during a violent storm. Rage, despair, loathing, hatred, those emotions and more all loomed within her, all battling to the surface of his trapped prey. It was evident in her struggles, in the rising pitch of her voice that she had nothing but disdain for him. Aegir had not been puzzled by this, he had expected it even if he had never truly looked forward to enduring this portion of his conquests. That compunction that urged him to be accepted, to feel welcomed worked against him in such times though he had been experienced enough in ignoring such words. It had all been part of the game, and opinions could so readily change especially amongst humans that he found no sense in getting himself worked up over it. Besides he had expected her to fight and since he had not left a physical outlet opened to her he had fully expected an onslaught of words and thoughts to assail him.

She did implore upon him though, asking for release and this had given him pause. His instincts buzzed now that he had snared her, wanting to fully devour her body, to experience the bliss that she could offer him. But there was something there buried within those words. Was she seeking compassion? The emotion was still elusive to him, one that he had not truly comprehended though on this evening it had seemed to struggle forth to the surface more than once. It confused him, baffling him in a way that most other emotions had not effected him.

Dropping his hand away from her face due to her flinching and pulling back Aegir thought to correct her, supplying her with his true name but found that he had failed to do so. While maintaining his grip upon her he had in fact halted as he contemplated her words. The rush of emotions that assaulted his senses had been troubling and while he had attempted to navigate through all the turmoil that they had brought upon him Aegir had found that he was trying to swim upstream against a raging current.

Snapping back to the present he gazed back down to her shirt fiddling with yet another button. If only it were that simple I would release you. It has been far too long since I have enjoyed the company of another. As you can imagine conversations elude me. So very few beings would like to associate with me, though I cannot say that I blame them in their decisions. Honestly, would you have approached this? I think not. No, not at all ...

Slipping a finger against her chest he made the enticing contact of flesh against flesh bringing the digit up smoothly against her skin which soon enough hitched against her bra. A telekinetic nudge and he had unhooked the material without any apparent effort upon his part. This allowed his finger to slip beneath the brassier and, through a swift tug, loosen it enough so he could peel the material upwards and away from her breasts. Eyes were examining those hidden curves now free to his sight even while another tentacle employed itself making its way beneath her skirt where its very tip brushed against the white panties he had glimpsed earlier.

I will let you go, Lucrecia. You have after all expressed kindness upon me even if I did not need your assistance. Though do understand that there are so few here that meet the necessary criteria. Simply concentrate upon your own pleasure and you will find that this experience is not as unpleasant as you would believe it to be. Aegir had thought that he was being reasonable, then again he had always believed that not fully relating with his victims. It was at this moment that he pressed his senses into her mind delving through her internal chemistry, glimpsing through memories as he shuffled about her mind before finding what he was looking for. Leaning forward his body bent in strange ways given his boneless composition. His mouth tentacles fanned outward against the bare flesh of one of her exposed breasts, mouth sealing over it while his tongue slide across the surface of her nipple. The tentacle at her panties slipped beneath the plain material, looping around the fabric, then, without warning exerting a great deal of strength in tugging the garment free of her body.

The alien seemed to hesitate, pondering over his choices. Lucrecia was still struggling, but with no where near the same frantic strength as before, her hopes rided mainly on what Reggie decided...

Hopes that were swiftly dashed. She tried to recoil further, to escape as he fiddled with another of her buttons, another piece of her modesty. Then he ran his finger up her bare stomach, the young woman shivering at the touch, heading towards the valley inbetween her breasts.
"N-no, please..."

Her pleas went unheeded as the alien quickly pulled her brassiere up and away from her bust, revealing her supple flesh to the open air, and his gaze. Her cheeks flushed with her humiliation, humiliation that grew stronger as she felt one of the tentacles slide underneath her skirt, pressing slightly against her panties.

Her struggles returned, even as he asked her to focus on her pleasure. Pleasure that she couldn't help but feel as he bent, the tentacles around his mouth wrapping around one of her sensitive breasts as he engulfed it with his maw.

She let out a cry, feeling the appendages squeezing even as his tongue prodded at her. Her body had hardly any experience of being touched like this, even by her own hand, so she couldn't help but squirm as her nipples firmed against her will.

Trying to pull herself back, using all the strength she could summon, fighting to escape him and the shivers of unwanted pleasure, she was barely even aware of the tentacle between her legs beginning to move, until it had slid inside her panties.

Lucrecia's entire body tensed, a gasp escaping her lips, as the edge of the tendril briefly brushed up against her shaved slit. She fell limp in his tentacles, tiring from her struggles, still whimpering at the feel of his assault on her breasts
"N-no..." she managed to whisper, in-between her pants, "don't."

Again he ignored her. The tendril tensed, for a moment putting a touch more pressure on the sensitive lips, before it pulled down her panties, taking with it the last possible refuge of modesty she could take.

The cool wind still played across her bare flesh, almost teasing her breasts, her increasingly hard nipples, and now it caused her skirt to flutter, giving minute glimpses of her labia.

The feel of wind playing across the lips were sending a second wave of pleasurable shivers through her, still minor compared to those coming from her assaulted bust. Yet still she fought, determined not to enjoy what was being forced on her, what the monster called her 'freedom'

Funny, freedom wasn't supposed to feel humiliating.

Attuned to her senses Aegir could at least shut off some of the inner turmoil that had hammered him. Those insistant minds wreaking havoic with him though nothing a little self absorption and meditation could not clear up. Being a telepath did have its advantages though, as Aegir soon found the feelings of pleasure flowing through Lucrecia despite her pleas for him to stop. She liked the feel of his tongue stroking softly against her flesh or was it the way he lavished her there with his mouth? Perhaps it was even the way his mouth tentacles had fanned out against her skin ... he had not considered the wealth of options that could have arisen within her and while he could have sifted through her very thoughts to determine the root cause of this pleasure he chose not to for he had simply been delighted that she enjoyed this.

With her panties removed he was now free to touch her in different ways, free to sweep the tip of his tentacle against the slit of her body. A light stroke, like a zephyr, eased against her allowing him both the ability to explore such warm softness and taste her simultaneously given that his tentacles linked his senses of touch with taste. Rubbing about the folds of her labia, nudging her hidden clit softly, Aegir's approach was far less aggressive than most being more sensual than ravenous. He understood that he had plenty of time, that there was little need to rush and while Lucrecia's opinion of him may have changed drastically since his unveiling that had not meant that he had to be rough or aggressive in his approach. Quite the contrary he particularly enjoyed bringing pleasure upon others. For while he had no need of doing so it was the least he could do in return for her being a good sport about matters at least as far as Aegir had been concerned. Her struggles were quite a normal response while her resistance added a little flavor to the encounter. Let her struggle just a bit, let her tire herself where upon needing that strength she would no longer have access to it.

It had been within Aegir's nature to snare prey, to let them fight until they could fight no longer before moving in for the kill. This time he responded before Lucrecia could deplete all of her strength if only to convert some of that energy to their use later on. Doubt had been one of those thoughts that hardly ever held sway over him and while he had figured he could derive both his and her pleasure from this matter he could not fool himself into thinking that she would ever reciprocate what he was doing. Once he had been surprised of course, though he doubted that such a matter would ever occur again.

Picking up upon her inexperience Aegir truly had not minded in one bit. It would just be sweater when she finally gave in to her pleasure though with that thought coursing through his head he found her struggles renewing once again. The spike of pleasure once more received for he could feel how the breeze affected her drawing such knowledge directly from her thoughts, Aegir slowed down even further if only to allow her struggles to die down just a little. She must have caught on that he was in no hurry, that she would eventually tire completely while wrapped up in his firm embrace for Aegir began to prode her body lightly. The very tip of his tentacle skimming up and down against her slit allowing him that first enriching taste of her body. His eyes closed, a slight burbling sound issued from his mouth though it was muffled against her breast, his hands pressed to her hips letting his palms sweep upward stopping only when reaching the defined curves of her breasts before flowing back down from whence they came only to renew the process once more.

You do not wish for me to stop, his words came, unhindered by his actions. Not subconsciously. Look how you respond to me. As if to emphasis his point a hand lifted up to clasp finger and thumb against an erect nipple softly rubbing it between those two digits. The tentacle that had been playing with her slit chose to had further emphasis to his statement rising up to nudge softly against her clit, a light circling of it with the merest of pressure exerted by his part as if its aim alone had been to exert a moan from her sweet lips.

Lucrecia still couldn't believe what was happening. She was captured, stripped by an alien squid thing, in the middle of a trail, and her body was reacting to his caresses. The nipple in his maw rubbing against his tounge, sending pleasurable shivers running through her even as her other breast throbbed, practically begging to be touched.

Yet still she growled, stubbornly holding onto her anger, refusing to let the build up of pleasure and heat to get the better of her mind. She tried to blank it out, an act that became almost impossible as the tendril between her legs returned, brushing up against her slit once more.
"S-stop it!" She cried, cheeks flushing even further at the appendages gentle strokes, the pleasure spikes getting stronger, especially as it nudged her still-hidden clit in between its touches on her folds.

She had to get away, fast, before either it or her body made it impossible to fight, before she lost her grip on her sanity and gave in to her captor. Something that the normally meek girl would not do, determined not to enjoy being molested.

And, yet, still the tentacles refused to relent under her frantic pulls. If anything, her movements caused more pressure on her slit, her breathing starting to become heavy with both exhaustion and the slowly-building, hateful arousal.

In fact, as the tip of the tentacle continued to rub and caress Lucrecia's folds, she could feel the heat between her legs rising, her clit starting to come out of hiding. The creature doing this to her was making a pleased sound, the motion causing his tongue to flex slightly, flicking her aching nipple and bringing a quiet, soft whimper from her throat.

It was almost paradoxical, the way she looked and sounded like a helpless, frightened girl yet with a blazing anger hidden behind her eyes. It seemed to flash as his hands took a hold of her hips, almost massaging the flesh as they ran up to the very edge of her bust, moving back down to repeat again and again, never quite touching the free breast that was now aching for a touch. Any touch.

And then he spoke, his telepathy not effected even as he continued to feast on her breast. The claims that she actually did want this, was not merely a slave to her virgin body's sensitivity, struck a nerve and she opened her mouth to protest, to deny his claims.
"I am-" her speech was cut off in mid-sentence by a loud gasp as one of his hands reached up, taking her free nipple and started to rub and toy with it, sending yet more spikes running through her.

She tried to pull back, which proved to be a mistake as the action of recoiling her torso moved her hips forward a little, pressing the tentacle between them harder against her engorged clit, her gasp drawing out into a quiet, muted moan.

"O-oh god..." Lucrecia murmured, even as she felt her womanly folds starting to become damp, her voice shaking with the strain of repressing the feelings running through her nerves.

Yet, while the fire in her eyes did show one part of lust, there were still four parts of stubborn rage in there. Sure, he may have got one moan, but he'd caught her off guard! There was no way he could get another.

Anticipation was a drug that could not be readily replicated. It could not be bottled for sale as if some cheap commodity. It could not be exchanged nor could it accurately be predicted. Aegir felt Lucrecia's anticipation growing, the yearning to be touched, to have her breast suffer some sort of attention and yet he denied her again and again. His fingers glided against her skin always falling short, never capturing that neglected globe. Oh, he could sense the fires raging within her, that determination to brake free, to get away to deny him the very rewards he had worked so hard upon obtaining. Yet her body was readily responding even if she was caught up in her renewed struggles.

With his own anticipation growing Aegir found himself becoming more and more absorbed into the moment. The sea of passion stirred within him as an approaching storm brewed upon the horizon. The waters darkening, growing more and more choppy as the waves themselves grew in intensity. It was that same feeling, that same sensation that spread through him. The intensity of a storm raged inside him wanting nothing more than to be unleashed. The torrent of power that gathered within him felt like the pangs of electricity collecting in the heavens as it prepared to discharge itself from the clouds. He desired her alright, wanting to consume her in the way that a man consumes a women. Fully. Vigorously. But like her yearning breast Aegir had been denied from obtaining his desires. He would achieve them soon enough though the heedy drug brought with the build up of anticipation only caused him to want for more. Let the moment brew. Let it escalate until the want became a need then and only then act upon it. The experience became only ten times more enjoyable in that moment allowing oneself to get lost utterly in the moment.

And that was what he was trying to replicate for himself. To get lost within this moment. Aegir simply allowed instinct to govern his actions even if he had reigned in those instincts just enough to prolong this rare experience. Basking in it as a sun bather soaked up the illumination cast down from the sun Aegir immersed himself fully in his actions slowly letting go, slowly bestowing more upon her as he let the fingers of his hand final skim the curve of her neglected breast. Just a light brushing that swept away from her, the nudge of his tentacle touching her clit more firmly as she struggled in his grasp he certainly heard the rising moan that had been emitted from her lips, a moan that she had tried to deny him though once uttered could not be reclaimed.

The trio of hearts within his body picked up their pace beating a little quicker for that had been all the encouragement that he had needed. Again his fingers brought themselves to her breast only this time his palm smoothly ran over its surface, fingers pressing in against the softness while his palm deliberately rubbed against her hardened nipple in order to stimulate it. More music to his hears had arisen in her words, words that had been cut off, words that had given way to the joys that she was experiencing.

She was a contradiction, her body at odds with her thoughts. He had wondered if it were possible to have an accord between her mind and body though the thought that had been instilled upon him had not lasted for long. He had been too busy manipulating her body in an effort to coax more music out of her lips though she had stubbornly denied him that gifting. But that had been alright, Aegir admired her for holding out just a little. Her struggles only made her eventual acceptance of the conquest of her body all the more sweeter.

Having an abundance of tentacles did have its advantages. Four were employed in grasping her limbs, securing his hold upon her, another at her clit while three were used to balance himself. Aegir knew that he had enough stability when using three appendages for balance though there had been times where he had used two or even a mere one though she was struggling too much for the later. He knew he could always lay flat against the ground employing the remainder of his tentacles against her so balance was not a huge issue. Chancing it Aegir used another tentacle brushing its tip lightly against her slit, the other that had been there had fully concentrated upon her clit now administering soft circular motions upon it.

Your taste is divine, he ushered the words into her mind as his tentacle glided against her slit, then poised against her entrance he rested it there for a long moment. The tentacles upon her limbs tightened and while not enough to hurt or cause discomfort they did ensure that he had a firm enough grasp of her as he entirely expected her to thrash, pull, twist and fight especially now. His face came away from her breast replaced by his hands both of which worked against her breasts while his tongue danced against her shoulder bringing with it the gliding nature of those mouth tentacles. He was on a direct path to her neck, the tentacle that had been poised into position began its journey forth pressing against the folds of her body, squirming and wriggling as it tried to invade her body.

Lucrecia was struggling even harder as the alien's caresses became more persistent. The tension in her neigh-unattended breast becoming almost unbearable, but she still refused to beg, to let him claim victory, to take her as his own.

Yet the moan that had been unwillingly summoned from her lips encouraged him as though she had asked, a second threatening to rise as the hand finally gave her bust the attention it needed, massaging and squeezing the sensitive orb as his palm rubbed against her aching nipple.
"S-stop that!" She managed to utter, in-between gasps and heavy, almost lustful breaths.

She squirmed further against her bonds as another tentacle joined in, rubbing against her labia, the multiple caresses stoking the fires of her arousal higher and higher. The tendril at her clit was pressing down on the nub, circling, the movement causing her entire body to shudder.

And then, just as she was getting used to it, it changed direction, circling in reverse, bringing that second moan out of her, a second admission of the effects it was having. Her folds were feeling warm and damp now, still sending pleasurable throbs through her at the tentacles unstopping strokes.

Lucrecia opened her mouth to swear at the telepathic speech, to tell the alien where he could shove those tendrils, but all that came out was a lustful whimper as his mouth pulled free of her breast, tongue giving her nipple one last flick as his hand moved to replace it.

Then she felt the bonds tighten around her limbs as the tentacle at her slit became more persistent, stopping its strokes to press firmer against her. The woman's eyes widened, realising what was coming, trying to fight free once more, to pull away, her movements only succeeding in rubbing her breasts and clit firmer against their tormentors.

"N-no," her voice unsteady, shaking from the effort of holding back another moan, one which escaped as Reggie's mouth glided across her shoulder, licking and caressing the side of her neck. "You c-can't..."

And yet, her folds started to part, letting the tentacle start to slide inside the warm, damp passage, until it met her barrier. Her cheeks flushed with shame, knowing what was about to happen, no longer able to deny the events or break free, she was about to lose her virginity to a monster.
"P-please, don't do this."

He had not realized what he had desired more, hearing her moans, her pleas, or the very fact of what was to come next when he finally subdued her completely, utterly. Aegir did find it somewhat amusing that she told him what he could and could not do, urging him to stop as he fondled her breasts with his hand, playing with her erect nipple. And yet despite the intense words and their ensuing tone Aegir had derived the satisfaction of knowing that she had found the touch sensual. She had no need of moaning for him to determine that for he could draw from that conclusion through her very thoughts.

Her whimpers were an utter delight, a fine wine in conjunction with a meal, ambrosia fit for the gods for he knew that she had wanted to do anything but allow her body to give way against the pleasure she was experiencing. And that had been his aim, in keeping her off balance, in concentrating upon her he worked to whittle away against the resolves of her mind just as a sculptor chiseled away at a piece of marble. In time that marble slab could become a great masterpiece and it was this goal in which Aegir had strived. He may not have been creating anything physical here though he was certainly attempting to restructure her thoughts mentally. The first approach was getting her body to yield for if he could not do that then the next step became nigh impossible. Once her body appreciated these sensations only then could he try to convince her mind that this situation wasn't so bad, that it could have been far worse. Such thoughts would be poisonous to a rebellous mind for the jump from that to actual enjoyment had not been as far as a gap.

Stop? Why?

Her statement answered by a question, one that had risen his curiousity. It had never ceased to amaze him why humans struggled against something that their body yearned for. Was she not the flower opening herself up to the first rays of morning light that he could shed upon her? The odd thing was that Aegir had not been above letting his prey go from time to time if they were capable of sating his curiousity. Could she give him a sound reason to desist? One that made sense to him? That this wasn't right had not been good enough given that his kind mated in this fashion in nature, that sex amongst his species (back in the eons past when it did occur anyway) was often brutal and violent. It was more a struggle for dominance than anything else ensuring that only the strongest of their brood would earn the right to pass on their genetic code to the proceeding generations. Naturally, Aegir's views upon sex had changed with his absorption of human minds and even before that. He was curious about their lot and while he could be rough on occassion he tended not to hurt those that he sought to pleasure for the two experiences ran contrary to his aims.

Giving up the taste of her breast in favor of her neck, Aegir slide his tongue against her there. Hands now free to gentle squeeze and massage her breasts allowing those rock hard nipples to press further against the palms of his hand. Patiently he waited, a white eye peeking up into the delicate features of her face catching the wide eyed stare as she seemed to tense with his actions. The poignant tip of his tentacle made its way against her slit aligning itself before it began to work itself inside the confines of her body. True to his appearance Aegir's boneless nature would allow him to squeeze even the thickest of his tentacles inside her had he of wanted to do so of course. Instead he started off small, the effort of course was to tease her senses by tantallizing her, giving her a small taste of what was to come, what she could further have as much as give to her what her body had been craving all along even if her mind had not concurred in thought.

What he had discovered though had been quite the surprise. Maybe it should not have been so alarming had he of thought matters through a little more. Glimpsing back to their conversation thus far, the tid bits of her mind that he had peered into as well as the rising emotions and responses within her then it may have not been so much as a surprise to him. He understood when his tentacle pressed against the barrier inside her body, a soft burbling sound emitting from his throat, partially in surprise, partially in pleasure for with the barest of his tip within the chalice of her body he could taste her for his touch through those tentacles had been linked to his sense of taste. An evolutionary gifting but one that had always worked in his favor, especially now.

A virgin? In all of his life, in all of his years he had only known one other that had been untried in these realms. Such a rare find for Aegir tended to stumble across those that had been indoctrined into life upon this island. He had been stimulated by his find, excited even further as he drew his mouth from her neck only to regard her with those strange eyes of his. Could that have been a reason for her fear? Not that having a monstrosity like himself baring down upon her hadn't been bad enough for elevating her heart rate but she had that to worry about too.

A blossoming flower such as yourself has never fully bloomed? Little wonder why you struggle so much! Lucrecia, this can be most pleasant, most pleasant indeed ...

While he had paused at her barrier Aegir's mind sprang into action. Weaving through the neurons that connected her memories to one another, navigating her brain tissue he streamed through her mind until at last he had set upon what he was looking for. Knowing that one's first time could illicit pain Aegir would essentially short circuit Lucrecia from experiencing pain at least on a temporary basis. There was no sense that he could not get her to enjoy this as much as he would and even if she did not then that would not be due to lack of effort upon his part. The whole deed only took a moment for him to perform, though once done his mouth tentacles danced out in what could only be interpretted as glee. Again the invading tentacle pushed into her, a bit firmer so that he could exert enough force to bypass her hymen in order to get at the prize that rest just beyond.

Lucrecia was slowly becoming more and more vocal. Her breathing was becoming heavier, causing her bust to move slightly against the hands manipulating it. Gasps and whimpers sounding out with each passing moment, broken only by the quiet, hateful moans as the tendril at her clit changed direction again, back clockwise around the nub, preventing her from becoming used to the touches.

She hated it, the gentle touches, the sensual rubbing of her sensitive breasts, the feel of those mouth tentacles against her neck. If it had been rough, brutal with her, it would be easy to resist, but the slower, calmer motions were making her body react, the pleasing sensations almost overwhelming.

Still, his question gave her something to focus on other than the rising heat. With the tentacle slowly spreading her folds, preparing to enter and claim her as his prize, she couldn't afford to wait and think of an answer, instead going with the first thing that broke through her dazed mind.

"Be-ugh-cause sex for our first time i-isn't supposed to be like this for us H-humans," Lucrecia gasped, almost losing her focus as the tendril on her clit stroked harder, along with another volley of flicks and rubs of her nipples.
She managed to continue, each word punctuated with a gasp or a muted moan, "it's s-supposed to be a m-moment between lovers... b-between someone y-you care about. Oh god..." she shook her head, feeling the tentacle starting to slide inside, managing to fight back the pleasured gasp, "i-it's supposed to be special, s-something you'll hold dear for the rest of your life, not like t-this... please, don't!"

She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see the thing as it pushed more and more of itself inside her, her warm walls just wet enough to let it inside. She felt it at her barrier, she felt his eyes staring at her, her cheeks flushing a darker shade of red, both from the odd compliment, and her humiliation at the whole situation.
"S-shut up..." she gasped, shuddering at the feeling of that tentacle twitching slightly inside her, another moan nearly escaping her.

And then, a moment later, it pushed further in. The bulk, which still felt thick to her inexperienced body, putting more and more pressure on her hymen. Lucrecia winced, expecting the jarring pain of him tearing though her innocence.

But it never came, instead of the pain, there was merely the sensation of it moving further inside her, filling her with it's bulk and that damned pleasure. It caught her off guard, so much so that she couldn't stop her back from arching, pressing her bust harder into those teasing hands as a louder moan broke free.

Giving thought to her response Aegir showed that he had not been as callous as she would have come to think. He simply did not understand humans, not that it would have changed his approach had he of known. Their behavior was, well, different to say the least. It was curious that they would equate such weighty emotions and connections to sex, though as she struggled to explain amongst those rising moans he felt that he had fathomed what she was attempting to express. His mouth drew away from her neck so that his eyes were better able to fall upon her own. Picking up on the sea of thoughts that swam through her own mind Aegir had appraised her as if seeing her for the first time. With her back arching and thus pressing her firm breasts more fully into his grasp the moment had drifted past rousing him from his internalized thoughts.

But you are special Lucrecia. That is why I selected you in the first place. Forever you will be remembered, immortalized for I possess an eidetic memory. Such a thing is quite necessary I assure you when you have out lived stars and I mean not the likes of Elvis Pressly, James Dean or Frank Sinatra. Oh, heavens no, I mean the actual celestrial bodies themselves. I do care for you my dear, he brought his hand up to her cheek rubbing against the heated patch of flesh with a smooth motion. His mouth tentacles quivered and waved. Why I was close to letting you go but your importance cannot be understated. Besides, it is for the best. Pain is usually associated with such matters ... it was the same for my kind when we use to reproduce in this fashion though unlike you we possess alarming regenerative qualities that allows us to repair and endure tissue damage. Here I am, rambling away with triffling matters that you probably do not care a thing about!

She felt quite nice against his tentacle, her body a nice snug fit for that tentacle of his as it pressed within the folds of her body. So far he had refrained from trying anything too elaborate due to her inexperience he felt that too much too quick could be overwhelming. Though his appendage did squirm inside her he had not used it to full effect, at least not just yet. Capable of twisting his appendage a full 360 degrees due to the lack of bones in his body he could pleasure her in ways that humans could not. His cocks had that same ability being extremely manueverable.

Aegir had not considered that this moment could be immortalized forever in her mind. He had never before considered the ramifications of his actions upon the human psyche though this had pleased him. To be remembered for all time had been something that he had strived for and Aegir had been patient enough to seek out rememberance one mind at a time if he had to. He need not rush in that task and while he had grand designs even they would not be hurried along like some youngling who was running late for classes.

Letting his fingers brush down the side of her face, then neck, he let his smooth fingers dip further though they rounded the curve of her breast they rounded her ribcage just above her hip curling around her rear where he got a firmer hold upon her. He could have brought more of his appendages to bare, even double penetrated her had he of desired it, though he found himself especially immersed in the moment. Pouring in even greater efforts with each one of those touches, each one of those caresses Aegir began to map out what he desired most to do with her. Oh, he wanted to feel her body sealed around his own though first he believed he would taste her most intimate of places.

Letting his tentacle slide through her body he let her grow accustomed to its presence, then, contracted it further. Compressing his body was an easy matter, he did it often enough to slip into cracks that one would have thought too small for him to pass through. But rather than using the talent to pass through some barrier he used it to generate vibrations through her by quickly expanding his tentacle back to full size before shrinking it again. The elasticity of his skin allowed him to pulse inside her while his boneless nature allowed him to circle against her silken walls much like a drill carving a path through the earth. The only difference here was he wasn't destroying what he plundered proceeding at an even pace, exerting just enough force to instill pleasure, to heighten her senses and generate a desire, even if just subconscious for more.

It had seemed apparent that she had already gotten into this, something that he had admired. It was not often that he could thoroughly enjoy himself and rarer still where the simple act of bestowing pleasure had been more rewarding than simply taking his own. Aegir had no compunctions about taking what he wanted though his objective had always been to instill pleasaure, instill desire and in return learn if his subject was suitable enough to receive the blessing of the gift that he had to offer. He had no doubts about Lucrecia knowing full well that he would pass one of his nodes onto her. She was certainly someone that he had wanted to keep track of throughout her tenure here upon the island, and perhaps with a little doing when she was to leave this place he could arrange for her capture. Such thoughts were better off left for the time being for they only tugged him away from the moment, a moment that he certainly did not want to miss even if he were capable of reliving it again and again in his mind.