All it took was one spark to set off an explosion. Combustion could occur without warning, and when it did it could be brutally overwhelming. So as he touched the tip of himself to her body had it been any wonder that a match was struck bringing illumination to an otherwise dark chamber, illumination that only left one discerning that there were powder kegs all about them! That was what was brought to mind in this deadly moment, a moment that was frought with peril considering what it had entailed. Addiction often began without realization, without notice. It often was first met with denial too. A sheer determination to convince one's self that they were in complete control of the situation.

Was it that he been denied prey for so long that he allowed the moment to seize over him or could it have been a warped sort of addiction? The question pressed into the back of his mind, something that he would comprehend at a later date. For now, however, he stole himself into the moment determined to experience the bliss that he had recently obtained for there was no telling when an opportunity such as this would occur again.

Her presentation followed up by words caught Aegir off guard. Whenever he had thought that he had worked her out Natalya would surprise him in some fashion. When he thought she would resist she gave in. When he thought that she had surrendered she would fight. She was the essence of chaos, unpredictable, which only kept him on his toes (figuratively speaking of course seeing as he lacked such bodily parts).

So upon her request he pressed forward, that thick portion of himself parting those wet lips. Just the tip at first but it squirmed in a full circular motion soon followed by the rest of his shaft as it slithered inside her, drilling into her depths. His pace had been slow though, painfully slow, as he drew out each moment so as to enhance the sensations that he felt rubbing against his body. Hands pressed against her tits feeling the hard points of her nipples pressing into his palms. A single tentacle swept between their bodies to touch the awakened nub of her clit swishing over it with sharp and quick motions that went contrary to the labored pace he had set. When he was fully incased within her he held himself there allowing his appendage the pleasure to bask in the wet heat of her body. Throbbing just a bit he danced within her cored as words pressed into her mind.

You have quite the need, Natalya. Nevertheless I do not mind taking my fill of you. And with that he began to draw his length out of her only pressing it back into her depths both quicker and harder than before.

This was certainly different. The way Natalya was coming to life at his manipulations. He quite enjoyed the fact that she was pleading for him to continue craving more. There was no need to rush on his part so he tortured her with the slow conquest of her body teasing her in order to get her to want more, crave more. His link with her allowed him to further digest her needs and wants though Aegir was quite aware that wanting was not the same thing as having. Let her wait a bit longer, let her crave until she was at her wits end and then he would explode into action giving her what she wanted, what she needed, as he did now filling her up with the length of his shaft. All 16" of himself rubbed up against her silken walls, contracting and expanding, spinning about in a wild motion and then reaching a bit further as he used his body's natural elasticity to stretch himself out a little further, a little deeper.

He was careful though not to extend himself too deeply. Even with her brain's chemistry altered to receive increased pleasure Aegir was careful enough so that he would leave her with no lasting damage especially considering his next actions. For while he had crammed her full of himself Aegir held himself within the folds of her flesh. Hands moved against her breasts though occassionally he would sent a stroke down her ribcage or brush the side of her neck with one of his mouth tentacles in a strange, yet gentle, caress.

Aegir began to move though not in a slow labored pace but with deft, deep movements that were quick. Sliding into her he rapidly pulled back drawing that thick cock all the way out of her body so that only the very bulbous tip remain secured within the soft folds of flesh that he bombarded. Then he dropped back down inside her much like a raptor descending down upon its prey, diving back into the warm shealth that snuggly conformed around his body. Urgently he pressed in and out of her plunging into her and as if longing to have her back around him he dove readily inside those depths that called him back.

It seems I chose well in you Natalya, he cooed into her mind even as his mouth made more and more of those odd pops, burbles and snapping sounds of induced pleasure.

Aegir had been use to striking terror in beings. He had been use to them struggling, use to them feeling shame and revulsion but this ... this went beyond anything he had previously experienced. For never before had the entity felt a being reciprocate his touch, his desires, and that was a strange newness even to one as aged as he. Eons of experience to draw upon, Aegir could glimpse back to the origins of stars and trace the cycles of their lives but he could not recount a time that drew him steadily into the sweetness of bliss.

It would appear that things would be different here upon Shokushu, and for that fact alone he had missed his old haunt less. Earth was a forgotten memory in this moment, a moment that to his cosmic life would not have equated to a mere second nor tenth of a second. Such was the span of his life that this moment in time was equivalent to a drop of ink being added to the vastness of the ocean. Obviously there but with so much time that he had existed, and, with any luck, would exist, this experience bled by too quickly. Though despite all that it would be a moment that he would adhere to, his eidetic memory would not allow him to forget this. If he had not been so entrenched in this ordeal he would have realized that it would be amongst his favorite memories, one that he could replay in his mind time and time again.

What he wanted to do was halt it, prolong it. His first hunt upon this island and it had caused him to take away something new. There was something that invigorated him about the way she moved against him, something renewing like the change of the seasons from winter to spring. As that thaw and frost rescended a new landscape had been left in its wake, the birthing of life itself as flowers bloomed and color returned to the trees made bare in such a harsh time.

Her cries of delight echoed throughout his mind like a gong. Urged onward as his thoughts pilfered her own Aegir drew upon the fact that she was attempting to pleasure him. Instantly he projected back into her mind the rippling sensations that had been coursing through him. How his cool blood warmed with the majestic friction that swept over him; how each movement, each sound, each one of her thoughts only served to heighten the moment further and further as sweet bliss threatened to overtake him.

But with her orgasm came the tightening of the very walls he thrashed against. Like a phython she folded over him, against him, working to deliever him to the same plateau she had reached. Quite successful in her task Aegir found that he had gasped out an intake of breath the sound mutated to the human ear as he exhaled but evident for what it was nonetheless. More startling than that sound however had been the thick release that now coated her innards for his very pulse could be felt in his stiff appendage as it ruptured inside her with considerable force as if the walls of a dam had just been shattered unleashing the magnitude of water that it had held at bay.

A rare find indeed. It would seem that he had uncovered the proverbial needle in a haystack, that rarity amongst countless obstructions. This had been so new, so incredibly new to him. Though Aegir had adapted to the situation as any being would there was a sense of euphoria that began to overtake him. A sense, however unreal, of belonging. That sensation had not occurred to him in, well, he wasn't quite sure when he had last felt it. Prior to his exile he would have reasoned though at this precise moment he did not consider such details too busy wrapped up in the moment.

With his climax slamming into him, through him, he registered her thoughts. Urged on by her passionate cries his body continued as he swept over her almost as if those cries alone had replinished him. While the truth of the matter had been far more simplier in that his rapid metabolism promoted his quick recovery. However, he was far from being a machine and though he was able to pump himself into her a dozen more times or so he came to rest needing a small moment to recover and rejuvenate.

There he laid atop her using his body weight to keep her pinned down not that he had any reason to think that she was going to go anywhere. Her thoughts alone had told him otherwise. Bringing his hand up to the side of her face he brushed the back of his fingers against her face, that smooth coolness washing against her warm flesh as he swept back strands of cobalt hair. His mouth tentacles quivered only slightly as he gazed down upon her only to suddenly draw back pulling away from her. The thickness of his length slipped out of her passageway though still stiff and hard he longed to insert himself back within those soft folds. All in due time though for Aegir drew further into her mind seeking out those tales that resided within the collective consciousness of her memory. Tales that were so common place that they could be found within the bulk of society.

Walls materialized about them, while the ground had been replaced by stone. In an instant they had been within a structure of masonary, of aged stone illuminated by little more than flickering torch lit. They were in some kind of chamber beneath the earth for the sounds of dripping water could be heard, the smells associated with dirt climbed up into their olfactory organs while a dankness hung in the air. The effects were quite unreal of course. A figment drawn out of medieval tales of knights, chivalry, dragons and damsels in distress. Even now Natalya would find herself attired in an elogant pink and white gown.

Just behind Aegir the rusting metallic bars of a cell door could be seen for a small instant before fading away into nothingness. The illusion wasn't quite right and Aegir was reshaping it even as he spun it around her. A window appeared for royal prisoners were kept in towers, not dungeons, at least according to the fanciful fairy tales that he drew from her subconscious. He did take some liberties with the scenario though even as he extended a hand to assist her to her feet. For starters there would be no white knights storming in to stop the foul beast. In this tale the beast would get what he very well wanted, however he wanted. Another difference had been the manacles set upon the wall, manacles that he was guiding her towards for it was very clear given the way his massive erection continued to throb that he was not quite done with her yet, that he was perhaps going to keep her until the sun sank beneath the horizon.

Regarding her for the interim Aegir took stock of her position. Her words reached his ears though he had been in no hurry to supply her an answer though he did slither forth as his legs stretched out upon the ground only to pull the rest of his body along for the ride. His progress was slow though is looming form had manuevered itself in such a fashion as to cut the room off from her, ensuring that she could not simply run past him.

With his mouth tentacles twitching he drew nearer only to use his very movements as a distraction for it was through the power of his mind that he had telekinetically opened those manacles. Binding them around her wrists and ankles the feel of cold steel would press against her very flesh. Not long thereafter a tentacle stretched out to her captive form the very tip brushing against her cheek. Only then had it become apparent that he would answer her. Only when he had reestablished control over the situation would he humor her with an answer.

Allowing you a small taste ... a taste of what every girl desires ... to be a princess, if for only a day, other tentacles had begun to stretch out towards her. Each worked upon caressing her body, some swept and coiled themselves around her arms, others about her legs rising higher and higher only to vanish beneath the hem of the dress she now wore. Another even wiggled down the front of her dress working its way between her clevage while his hands reached out to sweep his slender fingers against the gracious curve of her breasts.

But as you are aware, milady, this is one fairy tale that will not end with the slaying of the beast. But not to worry, there will be an impalement just of a different sort. Leaning forward Aegir's mouth tentacles swept against her neck and shoulder while his mouth itself latched upon the softness of her neck allowing his tongue to cast over her heated skin.

No so often meant yes Aegir had found. Being capable of prying into her thoughts he had learned that Natalya quite enjoyed this even if she wasn't going to admit such out loud. Even now she seemed to be in constant flux fighting him verbally every so often, only to given in at least in her thoughts. He did not think that he would enjoy her submission to him yet he had found that thoroughly enticing. How she moved against him, even how she had begun to touch him in response.

You cannot lie to me Natalya, he had responded to her words, he leaned forward cupping one of her large breasts with the palm of his hand. And while I may have had my fun this little aspect is more for you than I.

A little tug with his tentacles and he had parted her thighs even as those tentacles rushed higher and higher like ivy growing over the side of a building. Then without any warning whatsoever those two tentacles lanced forward using the elastic nature of his limbs to advance the short distance to her damp pussy. One deflected the other knocking it out of alignment at least temporarily so that it could be the first to press into her. Soon the second tentacle followed suit using his boneless nature and ability to compress himself to great effect. With those tentacles driving into the soft confines of her pussy and a single hand upon her breast Aegir brought his other hand up to dash a light touch against her neck brushing against the warm skin.

Like night and day those two warring aspects became the antithesis of one another. Pleasure and anger, acceptance and denial, Aegir could not quite determine which of the two had been winning out. He knew that his actions had been dominating her senses though her mind continued to elude him, continued to struggle against him, against this. It had been a little baffling though he had not reflected upon this duality for long obviously finding that such distractions gave way against the feel of her body around his own. Surging inside her warmth Aegir flowed into her as he brought his hands and tentacles to bare upon her. Stroking that soft smooth flesh, feeling her firm breasts and tasting her salty flesh against the tip of his tongue as he leaned in close to brush his tongue against her collar bone, against her neck the higher still drawing it along her jaw as her head tilted to the side to expose more of herself to him. All the while his mouth tentacles fanned out, smoothly rippling over her skin like the disturbances caused upon a pond's surface when a stone had been hurled into it.

The very scent of her body filled his nostrils, his white eyes pressing closed as he drank in that rich aroma. Sex had filled the air, the scent of their mingled releases hung thickly in the air like musk further stimulating his already eradict senses. Bringing the tips of his elongated fingers up against the side of her cheek Aegir brushed them softly against her flesh as he supplied words to the silence, words that had worked their magic inside her mind.

Consciously, perhaps not. But can you deny that you enjoy what you feel? If you desire it to end you need only say the word, my dear. Stop? Continue? The choice is in your hands. While he communicated with her it was clear that he was not about to slow down or stop at least not until he had received an answer from her. Sliding deeper inside her he continued to squirm about her body, dancing about in lavish unpredictable movements as he flailed this way and that each motion, each movement, having a profound effect upon himself as small burbling and popping sounds came forth out of his mouth.