Fighting was foolish, he knew that. He gathered up the images that flashed through her mind with apparent ease. His tentacles working over Jo as a routine thing for his primary interest was in her. He drew Mel closer to him as he lifted her meager weight into the air as he hauled her closer to him.

His tentacle peeled back away from her clit, others going to her legs grasping them and peeling them apart as his tongue touched her clit running over it in small circles as he brought up one hand to rub two fingers against her slit slowly brushing against it his other hand stretching upward to engulf one of her breasts as his fingers closed around it, his thumb brushing over her nipple as he did so.

Aegir was slow in his administrations, his mind monitoring her thoughts as he attempted to draw another hard fought moan out from her lips.

Melanie closed her eyes as Aegir lifted her nubile form. It was enough that her body had all but betrayed her, but now Aegir was enjoying the "fruits" of his labor with lavishing attention. Shame and pleasure intermingled as she tried to cling onto the concept that Aegir's ministrations were disgusting by nature. Because they were. Absolutely slendi-horrible! Horrible, horrible, horrible! This did NOT make her aroused. It made her practically melt. NO! No! Melanie was NOT being turned on by this. She shook her head, biting her bottom lip to avoid moaning like the whore she truly was.

He could feel her struggles as she fought against the dual nature that sprang through her mind as fresh moans rose up from Jo. little more than a gurgling sound at this point seeing that her lips where still entwined around a tentacle pushing in and out of her mouth.

Aegir concentrated on the form before him though, again touching portions of her mind. Pressing into the regions that regulated pain he dialed those down, then, on a second thought, he turned them off completely as his two fingers sank into her body slowly, his wrist twisting in a semi circle as they descended into her, his tongue still circling her clit slowly.

Melanie's battle to ignore the ministrations of the tentacled beast had begun to wear away at her will. She had once had the ability to feel the pain of her body being twisted and tortured by this... thing. But now, that pain had ebbed away. All that was left was... pleasure. Torturous pleasure. Melanie had to contain herself. She was not going to give in.
Until he shoves it in, of course
Suddenly, Melanie felt the hand of the monster invade her vagina. She thrust her eyes open, hoping that the monster wasn't doing what she thought he was. But as she looked down, the pale face she once bore to detach herself from her body flooded with a hue of pink. This was really happening- even Melanie had denied it. Melanie's pussy was going to get stuffed. Why did the thought pleasure her so? She wasn't supposed to enjoy this... this was rape....

In her mind, Melanie struggled to hold onto the hateful image of Aegir, but for each time she thought of him, the image of his cock overshadowed her mind. She could scarcely believe it- she was going to succumb. She had no right to claim she could control herself. Her body was winning.
Tears of shame began well up in her eyes as she opened her mouth to moan.

Delicious ...

He had been reeferring to her moan of course that had reached his ears. That and the fact that she was giving in, slowly as her mind churned over images that had her feeling shameful for such thoughts as she processed them.

But he did nothing about that, allowing her to come to her own conclusions, her own thoughts as Aegir allowed for free will to dominate individuals for the most part. It was part of the challenge after all since he was capable of making someone think or even feel a certain way that option was less appealing to him and one that he rarely used.

His fingers alternated between slowly drawing out of her folds to a rapid descent as he twisted his wrist a little as he did so touching against the silken sides of her body as he pressed into her. A tentacle now brushing over her clit, a hand coiling over the side of one of her breasts as he rubbed it gently, his thumb tracing over her nipple as he did so.

See? It feels good.
Yeah. Sure. It felt good. Melanie still didn't like it. She was being held against her own will, her body was trapping what was left of her will and forcing it along a certain path. She surprised that she could even think at this point. She could struggle all she liked, but that did change the way the monster played with sopping wet pussy, or the way his thumb circled about her nipple. No matter what she thought, it would not change the way her body reacted. And her body craved his touch.

Melanie set this as her precedent. She didn't want it. How could she? Her body wanted it. It wanted Aegir to pump her full of his seed, to toy and pleasure her nubile, virgin form. And her "body" was going to do everything it could to pleasure the tentacle monster...

The awakening of her body was the easy part, it always was. It was the surrendering of the mind that was always hardest. She struggled against the sensations that rushed through her, fingers pressing into her body, being smeared in her own juices as it pumped into her, his wrist twisting gently at the pinnacle of each thrust.

His other hand worked against the silky smoothness of a breast with his thumb dancing over her hardened nipple as another one of his tentacles lifted from the ground pressing against her clit and rubbing against it gently as his fingers slowly plunged into her traitorous body.

You struggle invain. Weren't you the one that desired to be my slave as it were?

In between Melanie's feeble moans, she managed to respond to Aegir's comment with a hard-set grimace. "That... uhhhh... was just in a god...ahh... damn dream..." She probably would have said more, but her body had begun to tremble as the beginnings of an orgasm. She bit her bottom lip, struggling to ignore the seeping trailings of pleasure as the feelings coursed through her nervous system. Melanie closed her eyes as she tried to imagine that the feelings were coming from... something else.

Who's to say your not now? Asleep back on the beach with a book on your chest in a doze? There are little, if any inhibations in a dream, far easier to give in to desires, to temptation.

Tentacles danced over her as he felt her body racing to it's first climax/ He had no need to brake away from her, his tongue licking up and down the slit of her sex while a tentacle rubbed against her clit, swishing back and forth now as his fingers played with her orb, collapsing then relaxing as he squeezed it in his hand.

His other hand curled over her hip, securing a hold there while a tentacle coiled around her other breast collapsing against it and releasing it in time with his own hand.

"Mmmmmm" Melanie struggled to contain her voice as Aegir's experience with the woman body (or at least his modification of hers) brought her closer and closer to her peak. He had to admit that sex with didn't seem so bad. But she was no animal- she was a human being, and as such, needed to be completely in control of herself.
"Because... that Dream took place in Atlantis. This? This is the real world, with people I know being hurt. Even if this were i dream, I won't surrender."
Yet, the more Melanie said this, the less the seemed to believe in it.

Aegir pulled away from her slightly, mouth tendrils quivering as his tentacles still grasped and squeeze her breasts as he lowered her down. Out from beneath the mass of his tentacles came his trio of cocks, the largest pressing up against her sex, rubbing gently up and down her slit.

He was fully aware of her thought process, her beliefs but was slow in his manipulations of her. The setting does not matter in a dream, Atlantis, an alien settlement or even school, it's all the same for none of it truly exists, even people though I suppose the later can impact you more on a psycological level pending the dream of course.

He began prodding her then, little thrusts that were barely thrusts against her entrance, anticipating the feel of her body against his own, around it. His hands gripped at her hips then going still for a moment he began to pull her down against him slipping inside her chamber slowly.

Melanie struggled against the tentacles, though her body strained against her will. It truly wanted to be fuck inside out by the tentacle, but Melanie was not about to let her body overtake her mind. Luckily, Aegir was giving her food for thought, giving her lust-choked mind something more to consider.
"But the semblance to reality, the feelings, the manner in which I react- it feels too real to differentiate between the two. For example- I've never seen Jo naked. How am I supposed to know that its the real her?" While Melanie was able to say all of this, her feeble moans and mewls interjected the reasoning, diminishing the intellectual credibility Melanie liked holding onto. She always worked so hard to learn...

That's the beauty of it. By accessing regions of your mind stimulating your own creative juices and using them as you would envision them. Of course, everything, even a dream, feels real because of this.

Aegir prodded her slit with his own shaft, poking against it in short bursts as his hands traced down her chest, draped over her nipples and eventually rested on her hips as he began pulling her down against him as he shuffled up against her slit, squeeze his way inside of her.

"That only confirms my point," Melanie managed the say before moaning again. His touch was setting her body on fire. The treacherous body squirmed as it slid over his shaft like a tight-fitting leather glove. If her mind weren't so stubborn, she probably would have cum from just the insertion. Instead, she used whatever will she had left to stifle a moan, one resilient strand of drool rolling down her chin. Her body wanted to just hump the monster. Melanie was too resilient for such a thing. Instead, it was forced to grind against the warm body of its captor.

He side at the feel of her descending body as he allowed gravity to draw her down part way. It was impossible for a sentient to keep anything from him and he had been aware of her weakening resolve. She could fight it all she wished, the end result would not change.

A tentacle curled over her hip, the tip of it brushing against her ass as he lifted her and released her enough to flow slowly down his shaft. He burbled out a groan at this, the feeling of her tight walls against him.

There is that, Aegir admitted though now he was concentrating more on what he was doing.