It would have been a little disregard for the rules at first. One "Oh come on, its just for a few minutes" thought to tip one over the edge. Not that it would need more then a nudge anyway, intensified rather than quenched by the exquisite thought that it would be forbidden by uptight bastards.

Even though it was actually sensible:

"Do not venture too far into the caves, you won't know how far the tide will rise, once you are in there..."

Sam would have found the entrance by accident, while diving near a cliff. It was under water, but not to be missed when swimming close to the rocks. One little dive in, not far, two meters at most then a little up, and one arrives in a fairy tale of fluorescent algae and mosses, which cover odd rocks and crystals in different shades of blue and gray, shedding a light fair enough to guide one inside even further,once the eyes would have adapted.

Here and there a hint of orange and yellow, one little miracle of nature following the other, located just close enough to lead to an escalation of "Oh.. okay, just a little look at that, and then back...". If one would be prone to that, of course. It would lead through a little natural corridor further in and up, until one reaches a cavern, a hint darker due to its size and the limited illumination effect of the resident fauna.

The cavern itself would be an eyeopener, also not too cold and the moss was generally oddly comfy, once one got used to the little tingling and wet sensation which it posed to the touch. But the cave also posed a large enough deviation to remind one that that one did already took too long, forgot how many "Oh.. Okay, just a littles..." one was away from the actual entrance... leaving one torn between the temptation to go further in or to go back in the hope that one did not wait TOO long...

Alien eyes observed Samantha's jump.

The one they belonged to sat hidden in dark shadowy crevices of the cliff, protected from the sights of those but the most attentive onlookers. Knowledge of human nature, which the hideous thing in the shadows possessed due to the repulsive act of devouring brains and especially male human brains, had told him that she would return. And there she was.

Just as it woke the instincts, which was one of the few other thing that was allowed to remain of those, who the creature once devoured. Old mating instincts and desires, carnal Instincts that would have considered her beautiful... desirable... once human but now twisted to an strange alien form of affection and lust awoke in it, and the creature welcomed those feelings.

The eyes began to show an alien gleam, yet human enough that one could have misinterpreted them as anticipation, while in fact it was the closing of the protective shells about the alien eyes before the dive. The changes in its metabolism.. the additions had been more fundamental, though concentrated more on the act of procreation than on changing the looks of the thing into something that was remotely human.

Low splashing noises, and the dispersion of small concentric rings of waves were the only signs of its immersion into the water. It dove, changed the refraction index of his eyes just enough such that it could see Sam dive into the cave, or, how it called it, the trap. Gills in the respiratory system, remainder of one of the countless races whose genetic legacy the monster was, allowed it to stay in place and see if she would return soon. Then after waiting for ten minutes the creature took one turn just for the sake of it, and dove towards the entrance, drawing its long tentacles behind it and using them for an almost unnatural amount of control about the swim.

Swimming like this, a clueless onlooker could have mistaken the monster for a very ugly version of a squid from afar, but then it would have dawned him that it were only four tentacles, while it also sprouted clawed arms and legs, some other strange limbs that looked like folded scythes, and a head that had tentacle surrounded mouth that could have made a great white shark proud. And then it would been so close that it was too late. But the monster was not on the hunt for more brains. It wanted something completely different.

The monster dove in and up, yet stopping slightly beneath the surface, still within the embrace of a shadowy looming penumbra that hid it, while it could already sense the glow of the alien flora above it shimmering through the waves. Contend it noticed the small currents that marked the tide getting stronger, and the rush of anticipation washed over it.

He had promised himself to wait, almost meditated on sentences like: "Patience is the friend of the hunter". Just one hour and the water level would rise and inevitably trap her here. With him.

Then he saw her, and all his good resolutions were forgotten. The way she wrung out her hair, the way her hips swayed and her voluptous breasts bounced... Another part of him had taken over the thinking now, one that had always been subdued under the hives need to terrify the victims to their bones, but that was free now. A need that was partly due to the human genes he had absorbed, partly due to the universal instinct to procreate, and mostly due to the sight of her shaking her red hair. A need that needed to be satisfied.

He rose from the water silently like an eerie disgusting form of the Davidoff Cool Water man, yet with the little beads of water rolling off his skin like they would over a lotus flower instead of spraying all over the place. Another feature that was inherited from one of the countless different alien races that made up his legacy. His four large tentacles, which grew from the aliens back, slowly flexed, meandering and betraying the fact to anyone that looked at this shadow in the back of the cave, that this was not a human being... nor anything remotely resembling one.

But old habits are hard to break, and so Samantha would hear her voice in her head, but different.. feeling cold like a block of ice sliding down her spine when it talked. It sounded snatchy and interrupted, as if someone had taken old records of her, and then cut the words out just to reorder them in a different kind of way.


"What a wonderful sight.. isn't it?" the voice would say. "Strange, beautiful.. exotic.... just the right place for a good..."

The monster flexed its tentacle once again, this time shaking of several droplets. The sound they made when they pattered on the water echoed through the silent cave like a whip, before the voice in her head, which sounded like a perverted version of her own, continued, just in the moment when she would turn her head to see what caused the noise:

"...fuck"

With a splashing sound, that resounded through the little cave and the dimly lit tunnel through which Sam struggled to escape, the abhorrent creature sprang from the pool and followed. Oddly clicking and rasping noises would betray this fact to Samantha. Looking back she would only ever see a shadow against the eerie halflight that was barely enough to illuminate the path before her. This was how quickly impressions could change… the chthonic blueish light, formerly beautiful and mysterious and enticing by virtue of its inherent strangeness and scarcity, now turned into something threatening whenever her head would turn for the remorseless pursuer… who was still there, Sam’s other senses would insist. A pursuer whose intentions were clear…

"Bright…. Dim girls would have blanked out my words altogether… feared for their lives until I catch up, ignoring the very purpose of this hunt till the very last possible moment, when it would finally dawn on them. That which must not be… cannot be. Not you... you listen… one gaze on my crotch and puzzle pieces click together…I saw it in your eyes“

The monster that was Thorak didn’t have to fight with the lighting conditions. His eyesight had adapted quickly to the dimness and keen senses now followed her every movement, relished in the way her buttocks moved, the sight of her plump breast whenever she turned halfway to get across a ledge, and the sensation how each and every of those movements seemed to make his alien cock grow harder in anticipation. Yet most of all it was her scent, this scent that had first caught his attention, spicy and slightly sour, ripe with estrogene, peeking through the veil of scarcely used perfume it was natural, hearty and of a pure carnal quality that was almost primeval… Then as he caught her sight it all came together... the epitome of carnal beauty, with an angelic face and full lips, with big firm tits and a plump strong buttock under prolific hips, it immediately hardened his alien loins. The thing he learned about Sam from that other girl that helped out at the school nurse, was basically only confirmation… He had to rape her three times before she broke and handed over Sam‘s file, and he had seriously considered devouring her brain to get to the informations about Sam, though considered it a waste of assets and refrained from this barbaric act. At this point Thorak already knew what Sam was, and he knew what he was… the file was just for completeness.

"Though why you flee is puzzling. You are an apex woman, sum of the peak of every quality that is female in your race…plump tits…firm ass… multiply ovulatory and longer cycles… clever too… it is no wonder that i lust for you..."

Thorak had to squeeze through an especially tight spot so he had to stop his monologue for an instant.

"…because I am an apex male… bred to hunt and crossbreed… sum of the directed crossbreeding of million of species all over the universe in a fight in which only the best parts are allowed to prevail. “

While he gave her this speech, there was a fight inside the monstrous creature, and one that it wasn’t used to. Once when he was still pawn of the dark hive he would have enjoyed her fear, relished in her panicking attempt to flee and found delight in the dying flame of hope when he would have finally caught her. Once he would have had no issues in trying to prolong the terror for as long as possible, for that was what he had been… a tool of terror and fear. Now… as he was off the leash of his dark masters, his agenda had changed… it had been replaced… by something simpler and far more primal that demanded from Thorak to hold himself back, to let her climb up further and further, because this narrow corridor gave far too little options to fulfill all the ways in which he had imagined himself taking her.

...And now you return.. at the peak of your fertility, as your body reeks for estrogene, into the cave that is full with my pheromones… You think this is coincidence? This can only lead to one thing...

Then, Sam would stumble into the cavern that lay at the end of the gloomy corridor. It had mats of glowing moss, orange and yellow and blue and green, that covered the floor and several large rocks.The caves ceiling was covered in a display of bluish and greenish fungi, like a starry night with alien zodiac signs. There was no time to marvel though… if Sam would turn around she would witness the monstrous creature that was Thorak rising from the cavern entrance, while he finished his last sentence with the words:

"us mating…“

Bug spray… Bug Spray!! The spray itself posed no threat, it was designed to kill insects and from these creatures Thorak was parted genetically even further than Samantha…

It was the scent though. Caustic already to the human nose, it was infinitely stronger to the olfactoric organs of Thorak, which found comparison in humanly understandable terms only in the keen scent of eels. Basically it was as if he carried light amplifying glasses and she just ignited a magnesium torch.

The knife was no problem. Protective shells closed about the creatures eyes as the first hint of bugspray made contact with the aliens olfactory centre, burning through it like teargas would have burnt through the senses of a human, while formerly erect genitals were withdrawn behind horny plates in a reflexive action. Fight or fuck… and the reflexes switched to fight.

The first signs of disorientation set in. The creature was now bony plates all over, too thick for the knife, yet the it was not afraid of getting hurt… it was afraid of losing her… of letting her slip past him while he was unable to follow. The way up here had been long, but down there in the first cavern he had also been impatient… overconfident as it now turned out. Time was on his side but even if the way back was just as long… the incoming tide might not have reached a level to trap her here with him… yet… it was critical… if he had just a few minutes more…

When you are in a weak position… appear strong. A sentence from a book named the Art of War by Sun Tzu. Thorak knew it because he had devoured a male brain that had read it, some narcissistic, misogynic sod with a mother complex who thought the secret to becoming a successful businessman lay in the pages of ancient texts instead of working on his own shortcomings. Thorak had kept his sex drive and the knowledge about the man’s favourite quote. The rest he put into the genetic mixer that finally made him compatible with human females. Some things you eat are just trash…

When you are in a weak position… appear strong.

Long arms ending in scythelike protrusions, sharp and threatening just by looking at them, spread out, left and right, and would block the path for everything and everyone who didn’t plan to be cut down... if Thorak were able to use them consciously instead of fighting with the nauseating disorientation. But that she wouldn't know... and he wouldn't tell. The other pair of arms spread too, hands and terrible claws pointing forward in an especially threatening way. Now the lectures of terror… once constant insinuations of those who had been his masters, of those who thrived on fear and horror… came in handy. Letting himself fall back into this mindset felt almost like coming home… even if it was the home of utter monsters.

The large tentacles from the creatures back, elephantine and without any doubt strong enough to tear down equally thick trees, swung from left to right to block even more of the path, looming dangerously while never remaining in one place, twitching and twisting just like their smaller cousins around the creatures mouth, which moved and twitched sideways in nausea creating, spastic motions, revealing the terrible maw underneath. It showed rows and rows of big sharp teeth, like a nightmarish version of the jaw of a great white shark, crossbred with that of a lamprey. Little tentacles and jointed limps framed the gorge in its back and twitched equally spastic, their purpose obviously to carry away meat faster so that the … Thing… that now towered before the caves egress, could bite of more in faster succession.

And from this…terrible… maw… the creature shrieked, yet it was an alien sound, high pitched but mixed with clicking and gargling and smacking noises that turned it completely horrible. It shrieked towards Sam… or so it hoped at least, as the disorientation became worse. It just couldn’t allow itself to show it.

It was the shockeffect that Thorak had to put his faith in now, this exaggerated display of his utterly alien and terrifying form. It was the waking of the pure and primeval fight or flight instinct in Samanthas brainstem to scare her away from the hole that was the caves entrance and further into the cavern. All the time he spoke no word though, because his worst weapon of terror.. his speech, could only betray how it really stood with the alien, as his mind was yet busy to burn through the aftereffect of the caustic bugspray… How could he talk if he was sorting out his own senses...

Yet all he needed was a few more moments until the effect wore off… a few more moments...

It was strangely ironic, he whose mere presence induced nausea and dizziness in the unprepared onlooker, make them cringe in fear and disgust, now was fighting against his own version of vertigo.

All senses of the creature were enhanced, each of them acute beyond what nature would have foreseen, result of a forced selective process that lasted millennia and span galaxies. It mixed concepts that would have never been possible to intermingle with each other, were it not for a race that was designed to cross the gaps, spatially and genetically, which isolated them. Yet of all these senses, still the olfactory sense was the creatures guiding sense, what sight was to humans and hearing to the bat. The thing hunted with it, lived with it and relied on it. Now it was numb, and his mind struggled to process the intense sensations, which the caustic scent of the bug spray made it bombard his nerve centers with.
The visual scent still worked, as did all the other senses, yet everything seemed to come through the far end of a corridor. He twisted his tentacles best as he could, yet the milliseconds lost due to his confusion left him with only the lithe fabric of her bikini bottoms to show for his allegedly “superior” physical makeup. As Sam had left through the egress already, Thorak was still bedazzled, yet slowly came to his senses. Valuable moments passed till Thorak grasped that his plan hadn’t worked out.

He would have scolded himself, but knew it was without purpose. He had to hunt, get a grip and go… She hadn’t escaped the caves yet and the way back was a little more complicated and there was at least a mile outside of the cave till she was really safe… But the fact that she had managed it, managed to slip by, cut deep on some level that Thorak didn’t expect, didn’t even thought he had in him, before it had now been hurt. He had presented himself in all his terrifying glory, shown the sheer terror that a creature of his kind was capable of. A pure physical display and yet she had, in her own way, managed to ignore it. It would be an analogy Thorak only knew from the minds of devoured brains yet he imagined that he almost felt like an exhibitionist in the park, who, after unveiling his goods, had gotten a hefty laugh.

Wasn’t he terrifying enough anymore? Was he losing his edge? These questions would come up, yet Thorak was collected enough not to follow up on them. The real reason, why it had gone south so far, was a different one. He had been overconfident… careless and driven by basic urges more than a working brain. Since he had seen her again, since catching her scent he had been cockdriven, not focused enough, as his mind already envisioned himself in the act with her, how she would taste, how she would feel around his cock. How her tits would bounce in the relentless rhythm when he took her from behind and then when he faced her… Reflecting about this now only brought those feelings up again, and those urges too...

Almost through a fog the creature felt the pang of his still hard genitals, his abominable cocks, back in their sheathes, pressing against protective shells, before his body reconfigured from fighting impetus to mating agenda, released them and let them and heir respective testes again unfold.
And while it had been the bane of his plans, his lust would now prove crucial to reinstating the hunt. It was a focus in the whirlpoolof impressions that had to be sorted, some mental anchor which Thorak exploited to get a grip on the situation. He had purpose… he had a goal… he wanted to fuck her, and he would… even harder, longer and more vigorously, now that he had to prove something. He would make it unforgettable for her and for himself…

Then another thought crossed his mind, and it was this thought which finally broke the lock.

The cave had only one exit but underwater there were several possibilities to get lost, several dead end caves which would now, that the tide was rolling in, turn into a formidable death trap, even for trained human swimmers. A human could swim in... yet swimming out against the tide... And in the rush of the hunt...

Thorak turned and began to run, crouch, slither and climb through the corridor, along the walls, whatever mode of movement was best fit to cover as much ground as possible in the little time he might have. He knew each crevice in the cave and he could also see them clearly due to his uninhibited sight, yet still his nose could only smell that abominable spray and couldn’t really get a catch on Sams body odour. As scent was his guiding sense, it was a feeling that a human would have if he would hunt a woman in a dark cave, unable to see, yet occasionally hearing her. It meant there was a constant nagging doubt if he was really running into the right direction, even if there was only one possible. The feeling was subconscious and thus impossible to switch off by rational arguments. One had to live with it, ignore it and move on.

The creature heard the splash… a little far away yet he immediately concluded that Sam had decided to risk the swim back, and this knowledge, together with his fears, that were not entirely unfounded, urged him on even more than his genital would have done.

There was no alluring female scent yet, of sweat and salt and her very own body aroma which he had memorized so well… still the scent of bugspray even when he tried to focus. Probably an aftereffect even though his nerve centers already recovered. It couldn’t last long… shouldn’t last long… mustn’t last long… Every moment now he expected to be fully effective again… Yet it could be every moment that counted…

If he could just see her, he could send her a warning… some mental “watch out, dive the left path…” to at least ensure she would make it out… yet his link only worked on sight and the very place he had chosen to finally go after her, such that he could rape her, made this impossible. As advanced and evolved the alien metabolism was, it yet couldn’t see through rocks.

Then he was at the pool and jumped in without hesitation.

Meanwhile the creature followed her scent… and what a scent it was, what a joy to be able to smell it again, even though diluted by salt water and with the remaining traces of that abominable spray. It was… relieving.

It had taken Thorak quite a while to realize that it provided a veritable trace, at first he thought it was his own senses, still struggling to get the spray out of his system, believing the gradual loss in intensity to be a good thing. Then he emerged from the waves, saw the beach… saw the cave… looked around. Yet there was no Sam, and she couldn’t have gotten this far…

The realization what had happened didn't take long to sink in. It was overshadowed by an uncharacteristic feeling of anxiety though, an emotion that Thorak didn't have often in his life so far... She had swum the wrong way, into a labyrinth of soon to be submerged caves, in which she would inevitably drown… and his senses were still not working properly were they?. Which way she would have taken?

He had turned back, determined to try at least… He wanted her, couldn’t let this precious prey get lost in the caverns… on this island of women, she was a jackpot… a first prize… He had wanted her with every fiber of his alien body… all this couldn’t have been for naught, so he swam as fast as he could. Thorak was the result of millions of years of directed evolution, and not a few of the creatures that were his ancestors, were actually marine lifeforms, hence the gills and the aquatic agility. Yet a wrong decision and he would never make it in time anyway…

Probably it had been the adrenaline, or better its alien equivalent, and the enhanced alertness it brought, yet he believed to have noticed that the acidic smell came back, the further in he swam… and then the puzzle pieces had fallen in place. And as soon as they did, the creature had taken another turn underwater, now determined… faster even than before, and vanished into a certain other corridor.

Yet this was past. Now he had taken in her scent, between diminishing traces of bug spray, full of promise and traces of an unexplained yet not unwelcome arousal. The anxiety diminished and was gradually replaced by an onset of relieve, partially that his senses were working again but mainly that he could catch her. He could have her, if he hurried… and this brought another rush, a determination that was in no small part rooted in carnal expectation.

An empty bottle… clever girl… it only made him want her more, a conscious sidenote in a book that was beginning to fill with the imagination about the countless ways in which he would take her, spurred on by the scent, her meaty, slightly sour, hearty taste of bodyfluids, which could have only been incited by… yes by what? A subconscious need probably? Was she more ready than even she thought she would be? Thorak wouldn’t be sure what her thoughts were, but given the result… they for certain weren’t innocent.

And then he saw her foot, vanishing around a corner, moving steady and energyconserving, and the anxiety fell from him and was replaced by a rush, that was relieve in no small part, yet also anticipation. An entirely liberating feeling, that made him promise himself to reward himself later… to fuck her in all the possible ways, again and again and then again for good measure.

Thoraks massive cock had reacted on her scent already, become hard again. It was an instinctive reaction that went together with the thoughts and images which her body fluids brought. Yet now, as he felt this liberation, this cathartic lust intermingling with the certainty that it would become reality, it made the erection almost painfully hard, gaining in size in a way that Thorak hadn’t experienced before yet. The bumps bigger, the ridges deeper, the tentacles on it thicker and longer, the cock bulbous, almost like a fist… And given how she was leaking... her body showed similar reactions… well the female version... more hidden yet present, regardless if they were wanted or not.

And now there was this foot… this possibility to share his relieve, his anticipation and his lust that was too much for Thorak to hold just by himself.

“I smell you… do you think about me? How I will take you? Bury my meat in you while you…”

It was the oddest feeling possible, coming from her feet now instead being born in her spine, wandering up her leg, past her sex and further through her belly before becoming words in her chest that extended to her mind. Her words… at least they sounded like it. Cut and reassembled like a vocal form of a blackmailing letter. Then they were cut off as she swam a slope, yet not for long…

“…lie in the wet moss? How can you feel like this? It is forbidden… so wrong… I am not even female… I am not even male either… not even of your kin. I eat your males for breakfast so I can breed with you… I am a hunter of your species and I will raise you to my level… “

The little caves through which she dove now would still contain little pockets of air, small promises or release for lungs that would be aching with intense pain. Also it would provide an, albeit little, opportunity to find orientation and look around. Was he lurking in the shadows there? Next to the fluorescent algae? Was that his movement or just some adrift moss in the raging water that was filling the cave quickly.

“Is that what you imagine? That I breed you while my tentacles squirm all over you? Mount you from behind, like a stallion that covers his mare, rape you against the cave walls while you can do nothing about it, deep and hard and primal and without mercy?...”

First there would be blue and green blots in the darkness, blurry and featureless, running together like a coloured version of an afterimage, when one stared too long into the sun. Structure would form, and consciousness recognize it. Algae and moss, luminescent, at a caves ceiling, shining their dim light through an overly large crystal that bent it. She was awake, and the realization came with the conclusion that the other sensations had to be real too.

Wetness in the back, colder than her body, feeling tingly and slick, yet a warm gush of air flowed over her chest in a constantly repeating rhythm. The gravity ran through her thighs, so she would be lying on a steep slope, natural… a rock or some bump in the surface would press into her left buttock, and some hollow spots beneath the small of her back betrayed the bumpy surface.

Hands couldn’t move, neither the arms, held by something warm, almost feverishly hot, whose surface covered almost her entire lower arms from elbow to ankle. Legs parted and held apart by something just as warm, which wound its form about her upper thighs. Sex... exposed.
A taste on the lips and a scent that gave it richness and depth, a primal structure that was musky and strong, meaty with some spicy and sweet undertones. It’s source would feel slimy though, mucous to the tip of the tongue that would assess it, and it would cover her mouth and her cheeks and her chin.

Breathing sound from where her tits would be and an almost overwhelming resistance against the impetus to take a look.

Scent… touch… sound… it was the sight that gave them reality. Looking down… she would see him.

He hovered above her closely, head over her breasts, and this close their size difference would become even more apparent. His large claws held her lower arms pressed against the moss in which she was lying, left and right of her head, making her breasts stand out to the terrible maw, and the arms alone were almost as long as Sams entire body, and thicker than her thigh at the biceps… if the creature followed basic mammalian anatomy… which would be doubtful at least.

The creature’s gaze would find hers, several sets of eyes, pupilless and glowing yellow, staring into her own blue eyes after his head turned upwards, as if he had recognized her waking up by subtle changes in her attitude or movements. His maw would still be connected by a thick slimy strand to Samanthas lips, which tore under its own weight and dissolved into a small puddle on her chest. Did he resuscitate her? Was it a remainder of a former kiss? Did he do the deed already?

“I waited for so long Samantha… I wanted you to feel it… how I penetrate you for the first time…and the second... and the third...”

Her tits would be covered in the same slime… or was it saliva? Reminders of sensations would come up, first experienced almost through a fog… Hadn’t there been a pinching against the skin of the plump breast that could have been… teeth? The maw would have been easily big enough to cover even Samathas big tits…. Hadn’t there been something warm and meaty that had ran circles over and around her nipples? A giant tongue extended from the alien’s tentacle surrounded mouth, and licked over those nipples almost luxuriously and deliberately slow…

As if it was a statement: I can do this now, and there is nothing you can do against it.

“So I settled for the lesser joys… waited for you to wake up... sucked your nipples… drank the ambrosia that your cunt so amply provides… but it was so hard… it made me only more and more horny…”

The giant head moved down her body, mouth tentacles joining into the act and slobbering over her waist, hips and thighs, while the feverishly hot tongue would never really lose contact. Then another deliberately drawn-out slurp, down there… between her thighs, that were held apart by two of the tentacles from the creatures back. It were two of the large ones, that led their trunk under his arms, while the other two twitched and twisted over Sams body, just in her field of view, forming loops and straightening in a nausea creating rhythm, almost as if the creature enjoyed showing off his strangeness, while Sam would feel the tongue parting her pussylips, grind its hot long form through the gap and over the pearl of her clit, until all of it had passed. Then it would return, stronger even, the meat running deeper into her folds and grinding harder over her clit with a tension, that would make the tip, once it finally parted, snap up like the tip of a whip and sputter a mix of alien slime and pussyjuice over her belly and breast, and even her face would catch some droplets.

“...my cocks grow bigger Samantha… the more aroused I get… and they have never been this big before… or this hard...”

As if to show it, the creature took a step back and revealed his genitals, yet without neglecting the grip it had on her arms and thighs. It were ugly disgusting parodies of what a cock should be, their alien form just as abominable as the rest of the creature. Little tentacles grew at their bases, and the upper one had a bulbous glans the size of an orange, in the colour of rotting meat. It was surrounded by feelerlike jointed limbs, which twitched and twisted frantically. The other one, the cock below, had squirming, wriggling tentacles, that ran their forms over an almost identically colored, bloated cocktip. And, even further down, the aliens body had released the testes, which were still connected by slimy strands with the cavity in the creatures body from whence they came. Each of the giant balls was as big as one of Sam's tits and covered in warts and bumps and occasional hairs that grew out of them.

Then suddenly, the movement of penile limbs and tentacles stopped and they clasped their forms about their respective cockheads tightly, as if they were expecting something to happen…Thorak would step closer again, cast his shadow over her body, tower over her, and it would show just how deliberately Samanthas position had been chosen… Just at the right height for the two cocks to hit the mark, and almost the right angle too...

“Have you ever fantasized about a stallion shoving his dick into your pussy? Fucking you like a mare in heat without recognizing that you are not…. This would be how it feels, only that there are two now…and they don’t take turns…”

Two bony scythes would hit into the wet moss next to her head, left and right between her ears and and her hands, sinking into the moist moss with a “shlickt” that turned into a thud, when the blades, that grew from the end of giant multi jointed arms, hit the rock beneath.

Another statement: If I wanted… I could tear you to pieces…

The two large upper tentacles that grew from the aliens back, would wind their trunks about her wrists, restraining them, just as the creatures claws would release them to change their grip. One claw would grab Samantha’s waist making the pad of the giant thumb find rest on her solar plexus, while the fingers would push beneath small of her back, intensifying the feeling to be nothing more than a puppet in his hands. The other hand would grab her ass, covering her bellybutton with its thumb, while the long fingers would squeeze both buttocks with their callused tips, before the creature would lift her waist and butt from the cold moss, to meet the approach of his cocks, soon making her feel their feverishly hot tips parting her pussylips and pushing against her sphincter.

“…all this has an end now… Samantha… Now… i will rape you”

And then he pushed.