The creature very well heard her plea but the increasing pace in which it was fucking her indicated that it was not doing it solely for the pure joy of the girl anymore, if it had even done so before. The aliens lust was showing. The overwhelming amount of sensations would give way to more concise stimulations, as the creature leant forward, taking the body of Bria with it, until her neck and shoulders would come to rest on the thick trunk of one of his large tentacles, which itself was resting against the caves wall, countering the relentless thrusts of the alien. The claws at her waist would change their grip, such that the thick thumbs had now even more leverage on her waist, holding her tight on her pelvic bone, while the three fingered claws would firmly squeeze her buttocks from behind. The two scythes at the end of the jointed arms jammed their bony tips into the caves wall and allowed the creature to lean in even more, bearing its immense weight on their support, which made some little pieces of rock sputter away and into the bath, where they would sink with a plopping sound.

“Yes… Yes… you want to cum…” the aliens voice, which was hers, would speak in her head, the words now obviously taken from times in which she had experienced episode of lust herself, be it from touching herself or being touched by Ginger and even other monsters… sounding breathy and greedy and lewd. “...And I want to cum too… rut you… fuck you… and cum deep in your pussy and ass…”

The two tentacles that had spread her legs would release them, as the massive frame of the alien was between them anyway, rutting her frame and making them shake up and down in the rhythm of his thrusts, which would only grow in intensity as more and more of the alien’s restraint crumbled under the weight of its own desires, in a transgression that was, though slow, yet sensible. The Tentacles would bend upwards and sling about Brias wrists, pulling and spreading them left and right against the big trunk, almost crucifying her, were it not for the claws that held her at her ass, steady, such that every thrust of the aliens hips would make sure that the cocks of the creature entered her as deep as possible, even lifting her slightly to meet the pushes. Slimy veined testes would slap against her butt and even stick there for a few moments, before being withdrawn with smacking noises. The creature raised its head from her breast and stared at her through the four alien eyes which had taken on a yellow almost orange note, as if a fire was burning in them, the greedy gaze betraying how it wanted to take in every detail, every little part of the girl that it was fucking.

“This creature of darkness… it wants to breed… shoot it's mucous, sticky sperm inside you…”

At the same time she would have an extended view on its strangeness and abominable ugliness herself, on the mouth tentacles that now twitched and twisted in almost every direction, on the maw behind them with their rows of teeth, its long wet tongue that licked over her face and lips, and the little tentacles and limbs that seemed to beckon food in twitching wavelike motions, for the dark gorge from which hot breath would blow against Brias tender skin.

“I could stop… all instincts… say I shouldn’t…, should go on… trust the lust… but I could…

Of course there were still the tentacles in her ass, squirming and wriggling while the cock from which they sprung would spread her anal opening with its bumpy hot form. Of course there were those tentacles which sucked and licked and twisted about the swollen lovepearl of her pussy, while the cock from which they sprung would force her pussylips into an almost perfect circle. Of course there were the sensations of feelers in her pussy and against the cervix, of the heat and the bumps that would ream against her pussyflesh from inside, of the tentacle tip on her breast that didn’t stop squeezing and licking. But these impressions all would lose impact now, as the creature moved on from pure stimulation to true and pure fucking, to instinct driven mating, that was just as well made to satisfy the creatures urges, as it was to satisfy Brias… taking away superfluent sensations and replacing them with a rhythm that a mind could comprehend and convert into pure, unadulterated, instinctive lust.

“… shall i? Or… shall I fuck you… rut you... till I… cream your pussy full with mating juice…. and make you cum and cum and cum…”

All that sounded as pleasant as it felt. She heard the rocks plop into the water and felt him lean in. e each thrust. It was not just her pussy either. His attack against her clit, breast and even ass.

The slosh of water as they moved against it, her panting breaths and the smack of those ball sacks against her. Had his eyes changed color? Yeah, they had though she had no way of telling if that was from some sign that he was close or feeding in some way that she did not understand.

There was something dangerous in his words, something she could not remember and had to be reminded about as he pressed into both her head and body once more. It was dangerous, he wished to breed and had been able to do so, she had been worried that he would succeed, worried about what happened after that …

Then he presented her with the options of stopping but cumming sounded so good too. “Nngh, ahhh ...” she tried to think but had to delay feeling her first release sweep over her and cause a delay in her thought process.

She wanted more and he had not stopped as if this was just another day, that he had been use to his victims cumming before him and just pressing through the moment until he came as well. But not stopping at all brought her to the verge of another release. She didn't have too long to contemplate those words, uncertain if he wished for her to bring him other victims in exchange yet a part of he desired the chance for that additional contact.

Too much to think of right now when her mind was hazy with all the stimulation.

“Don't cum … p-please … don't stop!” She was conflicted hardly able to track her earlier concerns. It had been tough to look beyond the moment though. She could not decide, fear gave rise to pleasure and she was kept on that edge, tipped beyond it and approaching it again.

What would he eventually do? He had asked her for her opinion but she could not supply one wishing to prolong the moment as best as she could. Part of her mind had wondered what it would feel like, would it be the same as the other creatures? How much? The texture? How about that taste?

“I … I can't stand it, m-make me cum again, ohhh, I wanna cum again, so deep, please I-I,” her voice trailed off as she moved as much as she dared muscle spread wide against his advance as he disappeared inside her welcoming body.

Soon the sentences in Brias head would be mere words, while the creature lost more and more self imposed inhibition to its raging libido. Thrust after thrust of alien hip came harder and harder with slick and slapping noises, slurping when he withdrew just to push in again. The monstrous eyes, though alien, were a testament to what happened within Thorak. They were greedy and aggressive. The creature’s breath was a stuttering staccato washing over her face while its tongue licked over it with long sometimes almost sensual, then again greedy strokes, feeling wet and hot, on lips and cheeks and leaving traces of sticky alien saliva wherever it touched.

“I … wanna cum … “

It were her words in her own head, the whole sentence, no cut, the same which she had uttered just recently and even with the same demanding and lewd emphasis. And even though it was entangled with the alien feeling that ran down her spine and now directly into her sex, that still convulsed about the abominable cock from her last orgasm, it would be hard to tell if it was really the creatures words… a statement about what the creature wanted to do, or some hidden wish that was breaking its way through layers of self denial that was such a big part of Brias life due to her condition…

Another thrust, and another, strong and demanding and coming in ever faster succession, turning slurps and squishes and smacks into a constant fapping sound, signalizing the pure mating frenzy that had now taken hold of her alien lover too. Throbs would run into her now, their strength indicating that they came from deep within the alien’s body, they would go directly through his cock and into her, making the feelers and the tentacles and the inhumanly hot rutting meat twitch. Was the creature about to cum? They were clearly part of the alien’s lust, a purely physical sign, not intentional but carnal, as they were not matched with the rhythm of cramps that Brias orgasm had brought over her pussy, and which now sucked on the alien cock as if to milk it.

The creature was past the point of dirty talking, it grunted and groaned, the alien throat uttering primal mating sounds which could have belonged to predators of long times past.

“..Shoot…”

One singular word, no attachements. No distinctive pattern that would betray it, were it not from the alien feeling in her spine, yet this could also be remainder of his last sentence… Sounding like this it could have been an subconscious order, with which the monster would whip himself on… instinctive and a direct link to the creatures desires. Or… a hidden wish that did not originate from him at all.
The creatures pace accelerated further, and the throbs would gain in strength, feeling like a second heartbeat in Brias pussy and bowels, dry yet but, together with the attitude that the monster was showing, heralding a flood to come.

“…Cream…”.

With such a creature reasoning was futile, trying it was hoping to calm the storm by screaming into the wind. Probably it hadn’t been in the beginning, yet this was then and now is now. Now the thing was in the same frenzy that had taken hold on Bria too, even worse, as to him it was pure wish fulfillment, while she would still have to blank out all his disgusting alien features. There was no denial. He would do it and there was nothing to prevent it anymore. He had restrained her arms, pinned her against the wall with his monstrous frame. His tongue was all over her, while all the tentacles, in her and on her, now twitched in unison with the throbs. His claws held her tight at her waist, rocking her considerably smaller body to counter the trusts of his hips. He would do it. A liberating truth almost, as there was no going back. Imminent and not to stop. Soon he would shoot, soon he was gonna cream…. Soon he was gonna...

“…Cum!… “

She was being overwhelmed breaking above the waves that threatened to draw her under. Bria was unable to make much sense of it all. Were those her words or his? They seemed too clear and the monster effortlessly kept her on edge.

Tentacles swam all over her, in her, another word. Shoot as if shoot I fucked up or shoot already? She could not tell in either case. Her hands now restrained against the wall bunched up in fists, her fingernails dug into her palms as he sped up. Deeper, faster, it was primal and full of lust. But there was a stark difference, this was done out of pleasure not pain like the tentacles. Only a few times had it been uncomfortable at that eagerness but the next thrust came and the next not giving her any reason to dwell on something that was well removed.

Cream An order? She did so anyway without any additional encouragement. Her cries entwining with his bestial ones. Each thrust seemed to push her to new levels. Either it was several smaller orgasms or one long drawn out one.

Cum.Had he been telling her to cum again? Ordering himself too? That throbbing grew more intense. It had not been simply isolated in that appendage that speared into her whether her backside or pussy.

He was alien but seemed to be similar to most sensations. He hadn't yet … a part of her was relieved, a part of her filled with regret that he wasn't able to reach that same point of bliss. Yet he was the one that took her regardless of her wishes. It was all a mix of emotions for her. She wanted it. She didn't want it. New experiences. Dangerous experiences. Her mind was at battle, her sheath attempting to close tightly about him as much as was possible anyway with how he was stretching her out.

“Ohhh … t-that's right … ohhh … cum! Cum! Cum! Fill me!” That sounded wrong at the back of her head and yet she was beyond caring as if she was caught up in a dream where nothing truly mattered.

The creature came. It… released….

It raised its head… stretched its neck, horrible gaze taken from Bria for a moment and reaching for a point far beyond the ceiling of the cave. A howl… a grunting raspy howl escaped from its throat, which shook up and down while it unleashed it, almost as if it was gulping down something. It drowned the crackling thunder from outside the cave, the rushing noises of intense rainfall and also the wheezing and howling sound the wind made while blowing past the caves entrance. Primeval it was, like an ancient estrus call of something that could only be monstrous and giant.

Throb after throb had run into her, thrust after thrust, yet one particular thrust… one particular throb and the creature froze… holding her there for a moment as if unable to process the sheer intensity of sensations. This throb carried a hot flood, a flood that would spurt against the backsides of her womanhood with such intensity that she would feel pinpricks. Then another throb, another hot wad and another… and another… His head lowered, horrible pupil-less eyes staring at her and through her at the same time, maw gaping wide open and allowing Brea another look on how strange it was also on the inside, exposing the twitching creatures tongue. It bent and twisted in the storm of the monsters own orgasm, just like all the tentacles, in her and on her, that twitched spastically... and into every possible direction, in the same rhythm in which seed carrying throbs were now filling her.

And the gaze, formerly an expression of pure aggression and pure instinctive greed and lust, now showed widened eyes that were the equivalent of what? Alien bliss?.

“…Breeeeed…”

Another singular word, followed by the creature pushing Bria down on his cock and allowing the pulsating bloated cockhead to bury into her cervix, kissing it with its own urethra and releasing another was of creamy semen and another. The creature exhaled while doing so, the breath leaving the creature in staccato of little wheezes, before ending in a raspy moan.
Then, the creature was again frozen. Its eyes revealed the slow return of consciously directed lust to replace the pure instinctive breeding impetus. It began to move its hips again. The alien cock in her would move, slowly now… while still releasing hot slimy seed into her pussy, less strongly, yet still sensible even after the spurts were subdued by the pool of slimy sperm that would have formed within her now… And another singular word would form in her head, full of release, full of closure, full of pride and full of satisfaction…

“…. Yeesssss….”

Oh my Gawd! Inside!!! It was inevitable of course but upon feeling it she had been shaken awake out of her daze. It was warm, flooding her, filling her. It sort of felt like that slime not quite solid but not quite liquid. Her best comparison was Marlin …

But damn did it feel good, each throb accentuating that moment. Was it a safe day? Maybe, she wasn't keeping track since the only activity she had here had been with other students and those things incapable of breeding with her but this was different.

She came though, that gush of release flowed within her, that cock acting as a cork to seal that seed inside as she saw that tongue twirling and that look, there was something there within the eyes though she could not read it well she thought that she picked up on the fact that he was satisfied.

No. Not quite satisfied. He was still moving within her, each trust pushing that seed in deeper as if he was issuing a command with that word stuffing her full. But she needed a break, there was no way she could scoop this seed out of her, no way he would allow that even if she managed he was likely to repeat the process all over again and would probably be less kind about it too.

She could not worry about any of that now … just a break …

Her mind was a bit clearer though that scent smelled so good, that aroma, that dick and those tentacles. She sat up as best as she could manage but found that she had little luck. Not even managing a single sit up, pathetic she chastised herself but being gripped in this fashion she made the best of the situation at hand. She was a writer. Both good and bad experiences made it easier to write and capture those points.

She had wondered about it earlier, caught her breath between a few more gasps. It was hard she could feel herself being drawn to that same blissful state and was torn in jut accepting that or carrying out her idea. But after the next orgasm she would have wanted to wait for the next then the next Soon she would not have the willpower to do this.

Unable to get free she was dependent on him for that and like in the past she could only use words. Words were her strongest weapon most of the time. “I want ...” she stopped, rephrasing the matter turning it from desire to a question. “Can I taste it? I'd like to taste it ...”

There was genuine wonder there. On one hand she felt it would taste like most of the others and yet he was a bit different in his genetic make up so she was uncertain. There would be the flavoring of her own juices which she had before but beneath it all would be his masculine taste. If he allowed of course, she was helpless to do much about it and she doubted he worried about her trying anything foolish like biting either.

The movements slowed down, it took some time for the mental momentum to wrap itself around what Bria just said.. Both cocks finally came to a halt, and the creature stared at Bria, for a moment, almost wordless, pondering what she proposed…

“I see what you do there…”

Another throb, singular, as the creatures mind spun the threads of a fantasy in which Bria was slurping down his cum, licking over his genital in all its length. In times past he had raped the mouths of his victims too, forced his cock inside, oftentimes making them retch while their faces were a display of utter disgust, when they had to touch his abominable cock with their tender lips, and even worse, open them to let it in… Every time the experience was a halfhearted copy at best of what the real thing would be, as they always, although subconsciously, tried to minimize the contact as much as fear and self preservation instinct allowed.Even after his hormones did their work. Now there was this… opportunity... that would change the game. A voluntary mind was a much better stepping stone to things he desired...

Thorak moved backwards and let her down into the water, pulling out his massive cocks with a long slurping and squishing sound. The size difference between her and him would become even clearer now. While Bria would stand, her perky tits almost covered with water, Thoraks very genitals weren’t even touching the water, although part of the meaty sacks that could only be testes did. The thick and bulbous glans pointed towards Brias face, slimy with a mucous white cream that had mixed with female fluids, and that stuck to the alien cock in glistening whitish strands. It smelled for sweat and sex and sperm, partially human, meaty and with a bitter note, yet also alien, a strangely sweet-spicy scent hidden in a primal musk that carried hints of adventure and the brunt of primeval rutting.

“I must admit that I do indeed desire it… . That I wish to see your tender lips wrap about it and then suck and lick on all of its features… until it throbs and cums again… this time in your mouth, painting the back of it white with slimy seed, before you gulp it down. And I know it plays into your hands… because better there than...“


Slithering tentacles from the aliens back started to move underneath the surface of the water, against Brias tits, sliding over them, while a third would sling about her waist and begin to stimulate her clit from above, tickling it, sliding the tip over it like a tongue, before entwining the lovepearl in a tight embrace of the tendril in which it ended, and then massaging it by continuously moving its frame round and round...


“Yet it is virile and full of hormones. What you desire it’s not without danger... What if you like the taste a little too much? its meant to spread its goodness through your pussy, ...stimulate… yet through your mouth… it might be even more effective… You really want to try? It’s gonna make you feel very good… your body knows what is good for it... What if you can’t stop yourself? If instinct takes over… and you beg for me to breed you, cum in you and on you and in your mouth… cover your whole body with a slimy coat of seed, so you can lick it off, while I rut you from behind…"

The creatures head lowered a little, stared at her though alien eyes, that clenched as he spoke giving them back the aggressive, claiming attitude.

"...things have happened… its a dangerous way...”

Set down after feeling that final throb she felt a little of that seed trickled out but certainly not a lot. Most had been pressed deep inside her and she realized how futile it would have been trying to dig all that out. She could only hope that this was one of her safe days.

The size difference was so damn apparent. She didn't think the water would be so deep but it rose up just below her tits. It was almost automatic that she had to lead him to shallower water then she saw that his impressive rod didn't even touch the water itself. She could smell it from here among the steam emitting from the spring itself. Her juices swept over that rod and she could see just how much of it he used thus far where the rest of it had been devoid of her juices.

Her index finger pressed against the side of that shaft and trailed down it to the extent he had used then back up smearing that tip in their mutual juices, She gasped feeling the touch of that tentacle against her special pearl. It had seemed that he wasn't planning on giving her a break.. Or was he deliberately keeping her on edge? The scent did that on it's own she thought but she had to focus on his words her finger still rubbing him as he spelled out that warning.

She would have preferred not to take the risk of his cum again but the way she looked at it if it hadn't been successful then there was little danger of it being effective today, her body was as much of a factor as his and if she wasn't ready well she wasn't ready.

Bria thought over that imagery for a moment as her finger continued to trace along him. That alien cock looked so different not that she had a good look at any. In was virtually in her face now and she was getting as much of a look as a whiff.

“It could be dangerous … or are you trying to scare me when you're afraid that you might like it a bit too much?” If she liked it too much that was a risk she was willing to take seeing that the greater danger had passed, she would be dreading matters until her next period … if she got it. She teased as a means to cope with her fears. Drawing that finger away she sucked on it. The taste was somewhat bitter which she expected and yet different at the same time. It was as if it where a heavy dose of steak, protein, perhaps he did something to a woman with his seed. If he were attempting to breed he had to configured his genetic code in some way. She was unsure. Not the best taste but not the worse either. Overall though it was the best taste.

Well if he enjoyed this and she wasn't blasted out of her mind they could enter into another arrangement. He smelled better the closer she got to him. A hand curling about the base of the shaft stroking gently over those parts that she could not fit inside her.

Leaning down she slowly licked from the base of the juices all the way to his tip. Her mind had been washed with those pheromones. She squirmed, her other hand reaching to his sack to toy with them lightly as her tongue swirled against the tip of that member tracing over the slit then descending down the side. When she worked her way back up with her tongue she glanced up at him as if silently asking him if he really wished her to stop. Just a moment of hesitation as her grip on that shaft got tighter but not uncomfortably so. Tracing about the tip again she then took him into her mouth again looking up at him while she sucked on that tip before working him in slowly. Her own taste would be a guide, as long as she could taste herself she would try to work down to the limits of her body then scale back up just as slowly then back down that pole again equally as slow as she tested out these limits at first.

“It could be dangerous … or are you trying to scare me when you're afraid that you might like it a bit too much?”

There was a truth to that sentence. This situation was unknown, and, though the situation itself was not unwelcome, it brought with it some insecurity, something the monster had to cope with. She was really doing it, he could feel it, her tongue, as it ran over the bumpy surface of his cock, from down there at the base, over and even inside the meaty crevices and holes, in which exceptionally much of the hearty and rich alien cum had collected. Feeling the tender tip in there, playfully licking, brought sensations that Thorak didn’t even know. Sensual… deliberately… No other girl had done this yet, like this… It made him take a breath, almost inadvertenly yet deep, audible to Bria as the creature sucked in air through the gorge in his tentaclebound maw. Some of those long appendages which grew from the abominable mouth bouhnd upward, and sidewards in an antagonizing slow way, as he inhaled and exhaled again and again.

She was really doing it, and he was enjoying it. More than he should? Probably… certainly… It were her words. It were his words: It was dangerous. Did he really mean himself when he had spoken? Should he just let himself go, shouldn’t he just take her and rape her, there were it counted?

His former self, the Thorak that hung at the leash of the dark hive, would have had no qualms… no second thoughts. She was there for him to breed and he would have tried to cover her, again and again and again, no experiments… no… variation… And he would have made it horrible for her. Tormented her with degrading quips, picturing the very idea in her mind that soon some abomination would grow in her…

But that was then… and now is now. He had changed, not just inside. His body had adapted. He still recalled the day when he first smelled his own pheromones, coming from glands whose growth had been suppressed by the psychic link to his former masters, yet whose presence was so natural for a creature that sought procreation... and joy… and sex. He did change... was changing. They even had an effect on himself even though he probably overstated the effectivity while trying to compensate the subconscious yet present feeling of uncertainty that every new situation brought. Probably his words had been unchecked machismo and was better suited to whip himself on… yet this was then… and now is now.

He inhaled... tried to savour the experience.

Probably it was a trick… her words had been cutting deep, made Thorak revalue his motives, which was something he wasn’t used to. Probably that was the danger… probably it was a mental judo and she had just succeeded at a ko-uchi-gari, sending her opponent to the mat, and making him like it in the same instant. Another comparison… this time martial… aggressive… remainder of the other part that was still him and would always remain… shouldn’t he just follow its advice… it was so dangerous… letting the guard down, but it was also satisfying, and exciting and it incited his lust even more.

And then she started to work him in and an almost longing growl escaped from the monsters throat.

He felt it in every fiber of his body, yet mainly in his genitals of course. They reacted, stiffened even more, made the bumpy abominable cock even harder than it was before. And then something else. Something physical… carnal… radiating from his pelvis and into the cock and his chest, making him take another breath. Probably it was the safety of a tender touch, the deliberate stimulation of his cock by a voluntary mouth instead of one that could clench down on it anytime… probably it was something else entirely. And the feeling brought change. He would see it. She would see it. Several little bumps on the cock began to sprout little slits, from which tendrils grew, as did from the holes that were already there and that had proven so susceptible to stimulation. Some of the tendrils were thick as a thumb at the base, some were not thicker than a pencil and some would remind at the whitish roots that grew out of old potatoes... and they were all moving. Slowly yet inevitably they wound their forms out of their caves, white and slimy, looking like maggots that crouched out of their eggshells.

“This… is new…”

They were whitish, soft and slick and glistening with slime and the remainders of cum, and they began to twitch in the creature’s immensely strong heartbeat, whose pulse Bria would feel bumping against her lips and tongue wherever they made contact with Thoraks flesh. This was promising an entirely different expereince, if he would put his cock back into her pussy. Tiny they were, yet active and lively, they would slither their forms over Brias lips . They were not as long as the ones that grew at the base, and much more delicate, their taste different, a little earthy, but sweet and carrying this primal musk of sex and sperm that seemed to be everywhere now. They were an undeniable sign of the aliens growing desire, as each touch of her lips on their forms brought additional shivers of delight, as if they were hardwired to his libido.

“Yes…Yes… continue…” the creature demanded. “Lick it… Suck it, make me cum in your mouth… ”

She had no idea how effective her words had been. It had not been her aim to rattle him or make some sort of comment in defiance to the one that raped her. Most curses and such would probably be ignored any way so Bria had never used them. Oh she had protested at times but there were times were something seemed so inhuman that she knew words wouldn't reach them at all and had doubts that they understood. Like the tentacles. Like the slime.

Knowing that would have given her plenty of material though. It would add to the concept of her stories about the misunderstood monster. Of course all her stories and ideas had been corrupted transforming into erotica with a blend of horror to it. There was a market for that but it wasn't what she had started writing things sort of went off in that direction.

This was different though. Giving a blow job while standing up. She barely had to bend her head down until descending over that masculine portion of him. Bumps and ridges greeted her. There was her taste, that of sperm and more. There was that musk that seemed to grow in intensity the further down that shaft she worked and the closer she got to those sacks. At first the texture was a bit bumpy then the tendrils joined in.

They varied in size but most felt smooth and tasted like cum. She was encouraged by that scent to take him deeper though she could not even reach the depth he had managed to plunder her with but not for lack of trying. She wasn't too skilled at it but the concept was an easy one to work out and she had learned a thing or two. Most had been the typical stuff she learned from other girls like not using teeth or how to use her tongue.

Oddly she felt pleased doing this, empowered in a small way knowing that she really had no control but in these moments she was given a measure of freedom. She tried not to disappoint using her hand on his shaft, on those balls. He was getting harder … that took her by surprise. Her jaw began to ache, her lips stretched out to the limit by his girth. Yet she did not stop.

She tried to ignore the tentacle playing with her clit though failing miserably she had to continue … speeding up she sucked a bit harder. That tentacle and his scent pressing her on further. Those tendrils in her mouth hindered her tongue a bit but she never stopped. Her primary focus had been drawn away from that pole entwining with those tendrils.

Breathing through her noise she sucked as hard as she could as her head picked up that tempo as she bobbed up and down his length.

She shivered, shattering against the mere touch but pressed on. He was encouraging. He was throbbing. He was close. Faster. She worked that shaft even faster in an effort to attain that goal. Squirming a little against the tentacle. She was getting sensitive, she had to wonder if he was doing that deliberately in an effort to keep her aroused and push her as far as he could.

She was pleading mentally though. That's it, cum. Cum. Cum. She was still a little afraid, not that he would kill her but the whole process of the breeding would shatter her. But she was not worried about that just this second. The only thing she worried about was doing a good enough job, to make him cum before she was too sensitive to continue.

The longer she sucked the more Thorak wanted her, wanted to shoot his seed, see her gulp it down. It was uncharacteristic and new, once Thorak would have never thought to waste just a single drop, he would have pumped it were it belonged. And this was not out of question either. His desire was in the process of broadening, not of narrowing or being replaced. That aggression was such an essential part of him… the more he let himself go, the more it rattled on its chain.

In Thoraks mind he would not stop after coating her skin and mouth. No... he would grab her, take her like a fuckpuppet, he should do it now the thing on the chain insisted. But if he did she would become like every other girl… forced… involuntary… gagging when she could sensually suck… and he was so close. He could feel his own approaching orgasm, and she would feel it in the throbs that ran through his cock. His balls, the ones she was fondling, would become plump and proper in Brias hands, as his body pumped cum from the other set of testicles into them, additional to the seed they were creating anyway. The creature had six of them, two for each cock, a simple buffer system that allowed continuous breeding, as the ones that weren’t used, produced, while those in use came. And he hadn’t cum in her ass all his cream had been pumped where it belonged… and the thought of that till turned him on and added to the gentle sensations that her lips brought him and to the desire to just lift her up, turn her and mount her from behind.

This couldn’t stand… he sincerely felt the desire to let her do her job, let her try to please him as good as she could, but he couldn’t deny his own nature… he had to retake more control... after all… she should be his plaything… he wanted her so much, and in his mind he saw it playing out in countless variations that all made him harder and want it even more…

Somehow he had to integrate both desires… act and not be acted on…

The giant callused claws of Thorak would clasp about Brias waist, and the giant tentacles which grew from his back would pull out from this act of monster lovemaking. If her eyes would follow their tips as they spread out, she would see how something pushed through some warts that were growing several inches from each tip. It were thorns, blackish and barbed. Then the tentacles slammed their massive trunks against the caves walls and, as already before, little rocks would splinter off and sputter into the pool when the thorns dug into the stone.

Like a big insect, the creature would begin to climb, lift Bria from the water and only end their ascent when the thing was clinging to the caves ceiling like a spider with Bria hovering above him, held by the giant clawed hands. The more humanoid legs of the creature had dug their claws into the wall of the cave too, and the scythelimbs had dug their tips into the caves walls, somewhat below the rest of the rump to support. Then the creature would move again, up would become down, as he turned beneath Bria, while he would still hold her up with those giant claws, even though they had to change their grip as legs and tentacles and scythearms moved in what seemed to be one flowing and well coordinated motion. It would make the creatures cock gyrate in her mouth, as if it was the axis of a one winged propeller, until she would not hover above the creatures legs anymore, but over the creatures chest and belly. Then the monsters rump bent to compensate for the size difference, such that the back of the creature would almost touch the water below, while its head found rest between Brias legs. And all this in one flowing complex almost effortless motion that would only intensify the impression of strangeness and inhumanity that was already big part of this forbidden carnal act.

She would feel the mouth tentacles immediately, squirming over he thighs, her sex and her exposed clit, coating it with their slimy excretions, back… forth… sideways, unpredictable… over her pelvis and between the buttcheeks, while his hot breath would blow against her slit and clit, hotter and hotter, as the maw drew closer, until she would finally feel the sensation of countless teeth, pinching not piercing, on her butt and pelvis and the long mouth tentacles that squirmed over the small of her back and her bellybutton.

And a tongue… playfully entwining her clit with its hot wet form, pulling on it, then again licking it, then rubbing over it, then again licking it, shoving its meaty rump along her slit, up and down and up again before beginning to part her pussylips, grinding deeper and deeper until the creature could taste its own cum and the slightly sour taste of Brias juices at her cervical ring, into which it plunged the tip of it’s tongue, while the rest of the muscle was moving in snakelike fashion, inside her and outside of her, where it reamed over her lovepearl and the unfolded lips of her pussy.
All this had cost energy and concentration, appearing easy, but not being as effortless as it seemed. The creatures lust had diminished slightly and the throbs had stopped. But it was a bargain, spending a little to gain much more in return. The creature now tasted her, smelled her down there, inhaled the slightly sour, slightly meaty scent of a freshly creamed cunt. Creamed by him. Creamed by her as she begged him to cum. She would even hear his breath, notice how the creatures chest would inflate beneath her while being doused in his very own aromas, musky and rich with the scent of sperm and pussyjuice all around, the air muggy from the steam below, the heat of their sweat and the scent that seemed to be everywhere.

The creature though seemed to know what it was doing with its tongue. The movements were not entirely random, yet also not systematic enough to allow Bria to predict the next sensation. Wet and thick and soft meat it was, that was now stuck in her pussy, yet around a strong, firm muscle underneath, and he was reaping the fruits of their early fuck with it, licking away pussyjuice and alien cream, but also probing and digging deep into her cervix and other sensitive spots in her pussy again and again and again...

Thorak hadn’t heard her words... well... her thoughts actually, his race was a race of conquerors and rapists, not one of listeners, so they never developed a concept for reading minds. They could only project not receive. and he projected, for his lust was strong enough, unbearable enough to render him unable to guard it from her…even if he had wanted.

“mmh… I smell you…” he would project… “I can smell us… I got you early this month it seems… just estrogene and not too much… It seems that it could really go both ways… I could really knock you up… this turns me on so much…”

The throbs would return, and the creatures tongue would speed up its effort with hisown tongue too…

“…70 to 30 in my favour I say... 80 if I just keep breeding you like a bitch, bend you over that rock... and rut you like a stallion that mounts his mare…”

The throbs would intensify even more, coming in closer and closer succession and the alien would take of one hand of her hip, holding her up like a puppet with just his right then, and make his left clasp about her the back of her head, holding it in place, rocking his own hips and even pushing on it to allow his meat to sink into her mouth further, as if to ensure that he could release his spunk in there. He spoke again but the words came interrupted, each one in sync with the feeling of a tongue deep in Bria and a throb that would run into her mouth...

“It’s such a burden to dread it…if one... can... wish for it… it makes… the act… so much easier… to follow… what… the… body… wants…”

She was still making discoveries. How those testicles inflated storing up that seed or generating it. Possibly even prolonging things and holding back to lavish the sensations that she brought with her lips and tongue Bria could not say with any certainty. It was not as if she had studied him in Biology class and had been familiar with these things after all. She had to infer here, assess things due to past experiences and match them up. He could be different, that was true, but odds were if he had been adapted to breed with other species he would be more similar in such ways she believed. The odds were good any way though she still could not determine if he were trying to hold back or getting ready but the signs were there, it was one of the two.

But her eyes widened when seeing those tentacles again. She could both hear and see the things falling out of them to the water. At first she thought those wicked barbs might be brought against her and she closed her eyes and braced for their feel. It was a natural reaction though with that member in her mouth had she thought about it he may not have intended to use them … and if she thought about it even further she could not currently bite down if she had wanted to.

Her fears were quickly dissuaded as she heard them smash into stone and heard rocks splosh into the hot spring. She looked up in time to see him reel back once he had a hold of her. The transition was fast as he fluidly transitioned from one state to another.

She was spun about, the cock twisting all about within her mouth as their positions had been switched. Outside of being snatched up by Marlin the flying blob this had been the highest she point she had been elevated to. She no longer could see the pool below given that his massive body blocked sight of it.

Bria would not have had credited him with being so good at this, she would have assumed that he was more about breeding and not about instilling pleasure … it could have been to prepare victims first so as to avoid burns from friction she guessed though it really did not matter. She did not expect this though, the feel of pinching teeth against her, mouth tendrils sweeping over her wet body though the heat generated from him began to dry her off quickly.

Those tendrils swept over her, her body toyed with as she felt that tentacle sweep over her ass and others pressed into her. This felt so good, he pressed deeply and kept her on edge showing her that he had been experienced with this. A hand set to the back of her head forcing her to take more of him. At first she did not resist, not until it became to much though she was surprised that she managed to take even more.

Her thoughts were scrambled at first. There were so many sensations on her, in her, that clit being stimulated. Was he undoing what he did, drawing in his own cum? She was uncertain, perhaps hopeful, then he spoke into her head shattering that thought.

This had not been over, not by a long shot, she had to rethink things … Her eyes widened, were the odds that high? Would he keep at this? She could only protest in her head though, her mouth occupied though even if it weren't that would do her no good. Her body though told a far different story almost as if that prospect excited her. It didn't but those tendrils knew just how to please her.

Kept on edge even in the water there was even more stimulation to her now. It was overwhelming. Her insides tightened shivered and she came. Those juices flowing but he did not stop. Nor did she. Her hand worked against his shaft even quicker, her lips sucked hard in anticipation for what her hand had discovered.

Seventy … Eighty … neither were good odds …. she had heard about other students that vanished. Certainly she could be one of them if that came up …. not good, not good at all …. with no choice all she could do was bring her tongue over that odd feeling cock, hindered by the tentacles that sprung from it The water that had collected to her legs and waist replaced by that slime that traced over her … Gawd, she was cumming again, those combinations of movements were so damn unpredictable and yet always working out that combination regardless of how many times it had been reset.

It all pended on the will of the creature now and whatever fate had in store for her on this day.

The aliens tongue got squeezed by an almost constant cramping as Bria came and came and came, while the taste of her changed from sour to almost mild even slightly bitter just like the alien cum. She came and her body reacted. It was such a complete sensation, touch and scent and taste and sight, her mouth stimulating the central erogenous zones of the alien and the prospect of what could happen to her, what was probably already happening in her, that the alien didn’t just went over the edge, he literally jumped and flew.

He came, and Brias hands would be the first that felt it, a sudden contraction of the alien testes, visible even, followed by an almost instantaneous throb that released his seed into her mouth, shooting it against the back of her throat with such force that she would feel it like a misguided jet of a waterpick, whose control was broken on a setting beyond maximum. It was no water though, wouldn’t taste for it and wouldn’t feel like it. It would feel gooey in the mouth like a thick viscous cough syrup, yet without the artificial taste, which was instead rather natural, slightly bitter and hearty, meaty almost and even a little sweet. And it was hot like the feverish meat from whence it came.

Another throb followed and another one, as the alien testicles, slimy and veined and bumpy and ridged, like the shaft that was stuck in her mouth, pumped wad after wad into her.

“Yessss...” the alien spoke and grunted a primal growl into the air that was muggy with their scents of sweat and sex and sperm and cunthoney. “Yesss…” as he released another wad, filling her mouth with his sperm and slowly withdrawing his cock from it to make space for more to come. He pushed it back in for good measure, would make her gag on it, when even more mating juice would spurt against the back of her throat, before withdrawing it again a little further. The alien tendrils had withdrawn, consciously? instinctively? would it matter? Withdrawn back into the cock after the first sign of orgasm had occurred, sensitive little organs that were not made to withstand the storm of lust and the abrupt changes in pace that the alien orgasm brought.

Then he would release her head, allow her to breathe, most likely cough on the amount of seed that was filling her mouth so quickly, and suck in the intense scent full of strange flavors, that would mingle with known and arousing ones. And it would allow her to speak…

“Such a natural thing… fucking without restraint… wild… unchecked… “

Two of the tentacles that held them above the water would recede, retract the dangerously looking thorns and join into the fray of sex between monster and girl. It would make Thorak rump descent with a sudden movement, just like a hammock whose strings threatened to tear, yet not very deep, as the creatures other limbs would be more than strong enough to hold both of them up. The tentacles would fold around Bria’s little breasts and squeeze them again, while their tips, which were covered richly with the mucous slime that the aliens skin was producing, would run around her nipples in little circles, then flicking them, then again squeezing on them.

“…such a liberating feeling… to let the fears go… crave the inevitable instead of fear it… unleash oneself… to storm peaks unknown…“

And all the time she would feel it in her cunt, the meat of his tongue that reamed her, the mouthtentacles that squirmed and twitched and twisted over her skin, the hot breath from the gorge in the aliens maw and the little tentacles and limbs around that gorge, which, though technically used to transport food as quick as possible into the aliens stomach, were now filling in as additional stimuli.

“ Shall I fuck your cunt again? Breed you like a bitch in heat? “

Her hand felt that pule beneath it though it was nigh impossible for her to get a good enough angle on it to see. She had only struggled upon reaching those limits and while he did not try to force more in he continual brought her down on that point that had been stuffed into her mouth.

Upon feeling that pulse though the tendrils that sprouted from that rod retracted then right before that pulse ejected the stream of gooey mess straight into her mouth. The sensation was different and the closest thing that she had to it was that of screw the top into place to stop or mitigate that explosion of the carbonated beverage. In that case she opened it and set her lips upon the bottle … her mouth filled with escaping gases and she had to open them a little at a time to let them escape but at least none of the beverage soaked anything.

But she was unable to open her lips further this time, the difference between the girth of his cock and that of a typical bottle was profound. He filled her to the point of her gagging when her belly could hold any more of that meaty substance that shot into her.

When he departed her body made a retching sound, some of the excess sperm flowing down to coat him below and yet it had been air that she sucked down. The retching sound was a strange combination of sounds where she tried to eject the excess sperm, breath and moan at the same time and she had been confused by it all.

He sagged as if he were going to drop from the ceiling yet remained there. At first it appeared as if he were a spider on a spider's web flowing to the ground ever so slowly but he topped, those tendrils swarming over her, through her and keeping her in such an elevated state.

Other tentacles worked over her small breasts and soon her chest felt slimy and yet ever so tingly. Her hands rested against him, breathing in staggered breaths combined with her moans, her hips gyrating for more as they moved on their own. Sensitive but good, she couldn't resist …

Her mind a bit uncleared. She was unfocused when those words came, frightened, confused and riddled with pleasure. There was something dangerous there, but there seemed to be something equally dangerous in that seed … had he been right? Had that masculine taste got the better of her? The pheromones were stronger now, stored in that seed.

She was hardly aware of it, those words as disjointed as the ones he used in her own voice in her mind. It was as if she had been hearing someone else speak them.

“Y-Yes … f-fuck me ….”

"Yes i will..."

The movements of the creatures tongue got slower and slower, still grinding deep in Brias Pussy, more powerful even, harder against the th inner walls that creamed it with the wine that was reaped from Brias own lust. His breath becalmed, from quickly blowing, hectic greed to a calm and almost calculated gasps that she would feel on the skin that was covered by the creatures giant maw.
Then the complex yet fluent motion again, this time almost in reverse, tentacles and claws working in unison to allow for a smooth transition from hovring over the hot water to standing in it.

„What is your name girl…“

What a question. As of now the monster had been the stranger, the one night stand, the once in a lifetime and never again, yet now he asked for Brias name. Did he take to her? It almost seemed like it, as he circled her, looked her up from all directions from head to… well ass, except he were able to look through the water that was milky white from the minerals of the hot spring… and probably the seed of the creature too, which woud now stick Brias to skin and face and breasts, wherever the richly tasting juice had dripped and flowed after he had shot the copious last wads directly onto all these places. It was as white as a human mans cum, translucent on the rim, yet with clouds of white in the rest, that would make it impossible to see through. And it would stick to her lips and face and emanate ist intense and oddly manly scent directly into her nose…

Didn’t he ask for her name?

"Tell me and bend over the edge of the pool… lay your head down so your ass points up, and turn your head so i see you are ready…“

The words were spoken in that truly alien fashion, yet instead of taking away from the message, it would only gave them strenght. They sounded like facts, not just a mere order, but like a description of how the future was going to be formed.

He had her cornered on the other side of the pool now, opposite to the deep end, where he had taken her against the wall like a madman. Now she would be next to the pools edge, and he slowly circled her in a way that would put him behind her if she followed his… well… orders. The cock was almost one head too high to really serve in the way he intended, especially now that it was so hard and standing upright.

Then, if she would follow his orders, he would kneel with a splashing noise, making the pool flow over its edge as water was pushed out by the immense mass, thus evening out the height difference in the much more shallow water and bringing together what belonger together, making her feel the bulbous cockhead against her pussy. There was still the other cock. The one that had been stuck in her ass before. It stood just as upright, but in a position like this he couldn’t bring it to effect. It was pointing too deep, like this it would only massage her belly and pelvis.

A slurping and shlick noise, quite loud, followed by a smacking sound as the blackish armor plates on top of the main cock opened up, were pushed aside by something that had been folded inside. Another cock, looking just as disgusting as the other two, yet more akin to the one at the bottom, and already hard. Would the genitals of the thing know another state anyway? Probably they were always in a state between hard and rock hard, stored inside to be always ready…
Another slurping sound would follow from further down and another set of testicles, the third now, would join their counterparts, hanging there like big, black, veined oranges, drawing slimy strands from the meatpocket in which it had been stored.

„Guide them in…“