Held slightly aloft from the ground her feet kick without connecting with anything as these tentacles swarm over her. He drives into her in more ways then one generating muffled cries from her lips as he drives into that pink tight flesh of hers he gets a pretty good sense for what sets her off given the muffled cries that he drives from her lips.

Her breasts seized and caressed by the slimy appendages she can do little but endure the euphoric wave of pleasure that courses over her body, her back deepening in an arch, her eyes pressed closed as that wave washes over her, pink walls clamping and pulsing against that appendage as her first release is brought upon her trembling body as she saturates him with her favor.

Dendrite shivered again in vicarious pleasure, sensing the orgasmic waves washing over the girl. Its tentacles held tight enough for her to brace herself as she bucked and arched. Squirming underneath the girl, Dendrite pushed deep into her quivering pussy and held there--its tendrils swelled and then suddenly sprayed cool slime onto and inside the girl, spilling it over her breasts, filling her waiting sex and pumping it into her mouth...

Her eyes widen, her body freezes as she tastes the gush of bitter slime further as it is now gushing into her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow it as the cool substance shoots forth into her and on her shivering body, goosebumps forming along her skin as this wave of pleasure continues to sweep over her.

Bria clenches and unclenched her hands, her legs stop kicking almost as if she has run out of energy or realized that kicking them did little good as he drew her back to rest against her, her body throbbing against him in the aftermath of pleasure.

It would be easy for him now to keep her on that high, he had already worked out the combination that caused her so much pleasure after all.

(( all right let's see if I can break myself out of my creative slump ))

Dendrite savors the vicarious rush of sensations as the girl comes down from her climax...letting the flow of fluid from its tentacles stop, letting her catch her breath. The creature allows itself a low chuckle. "Good. You see, there may be despair on this island, but there is also pleasure." The bulbous member stuffed in her sex wiggles slightly, then it begins moving slowly in and out again, dragging itself achingly against her sensitive inner walls.

Bria had not been on the island long enough to truly despair, nor had she grown desperate for escape. It was still her first year and part of her thought that this could be all in her head. It was denial, perhaps a bit of wishful thinking on her part for she had been taught otherwise, that these things were more than the hallucinations in her mind.

The slime stops flowing though she is allowed to rest as she stands their. Her flower penetrated by this creature as well as her mouth she pants a bit trying to catch her breath and does so, barely, before she begins to push within her once more, the dark chuckle resounding in her ears as he sweeps into her, through her, nerve endings tingling as the pleasure is built upon, whimpers spilling against the tentacle within her mouth as she moans with the heat of pleasure blossoming like a flower.

“MRPH! UMPH! AHHH!” Her cries muffled against him, a thin strand of slime hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Dendrite ran a tendril gently over the girl's cheek. It was an affectionate gesture...or it would be in some other situation. The creature's grasp wasn't too tight, in fact it seemed content to have her lay atop itself, as though the alien were a large, gray-green chair. But Dendrite certainly wasn't going to let the girl get away--she had not fully surrendered, but it mattered little. The monster thrust slowly, savoring the warmth and tightness of her secret pink walls. Other tentacles resumed wandering over her breasts, squeezing them and flicking over the sensitive nipples.

The sun was warm, the breeze was cool and the girl was squirming in pleasure--what better way could there be to spend an afternoon?

She was leaning back against the creature behind her and though his grasp had relaxed she had been fully aware that that had been an illusion that she could not have hoped to brake free of that grasp. Even if she could brake it she would not get very far.

A tentacle was rubbing up and down against her cheek as her passage was filled with a nice slow rhythm as he filled her, thrusting forth in a pleasant way as her passage trembled and tightened against that continued intrusion.

Muffled gasps resounded against that tentacle in between her lips as her nipples had been played with, sunlight streaming over her squirming body as she panted. Breaking free was an impossibility and Bria realized that the quicker that this thing got what it wanted the quicker it would leave but why did it have to feel so good?

Recounting her time in the grasp of that slime pleasure was preferable to pain after all.

Her nipples glistened with sweat, her passage swarming with heat as her juices built up at his continued motions, gushing against him as streams of prolonged muffled moans left her lips as the pleasure began to overwhelm her.

She was struggling, Dendrite could tell. Well, that was hardly surprising. But it wasn't so much struggling to be free, as struggling to resist the pleasure she was feeling--or so the monster guessed. Of course, that was also something girls had a tendency to do.

Dendrite slipped the tendril from the girl's mouth; a strand of saliva connected it to her lips before it snapped. "Well, are you enjoying yourself, little one?" the creature murmured. Its tentacles rubbed over the sides of her body and her soft thighs...and it was continually, relentlessly moving inside her warm, welcoming tunnel, never ceasing to force pleasure upon her.

Bria was caught up in bliss, pleasure sweeping though her as she gasps as the tendril in her mouth brakes free of her, his question asked though she figures that was the sole reason that he was relenting on muffling her with that thick appendage.

“I … uh ...” She had thought not to answer, to stubbornly deny those pleasures that swept over her even now. But it was quite obvious, even if she denied it or didn't answer at all. Instead her voice grew meek in surrender to him.

“Yes … yes, I do ...” Her cheeks flare with embarrassed acknowledgment, she hates admitting that but even now she found herself truthful when dealing with the continued aftershocks of pleasure that tore through her still quivering walls as her body felt as if it were caught up in a rock slide unable to resist the pleasures that he had invoked upon her.

"Yes indeed," Dendrite murmured, its tendril playfully brushing over her cheeks and her lips. "Why would I want a 'prettier' girl when I have such a pliable, vocal plaything?"

Suddenly the alien wrapped its tentacles around her wrists and ankles. Moving upward, Dendrite pulled her up along with it, holding the girl in midair. While the creature didn't let her fall, her weight forced her down onto the rigid, unyielding shaft making its home in her sex...

Was that a barbed insult? Was he saying that she was ugly or just making a comparison to the lot of girls on the island. Though there were a lot of prettier girls on the island but there was n sense arguing that point, she had not thought that she was anything special though she was tease with that tentacle that had brushed over her cheek and lips.

“What the -” A tentacle looped over her wrists, her body drawn upward off the ground giving rise t the sheer power of the creature behind her as it bobbed her up and down that length that plunged inside her.

At first she had tried to hold back as if trying to deny it her pleasure though soon she begins to whimper and gasp with greater intensity, those walls quivering about that length that swept inside her until she was crying out in pleasure again, her own release causing her juices t smear over him as she pants in his grasp suspended in the air.

Dendrite let out a low, deep chuckle. "Yes, you are at your most beautiful when in the throes of ecstasy." Of course, even as the alien was 'enjoying' the girl, it couldn't resist teasing and taunting her to see how she reacted. Dendrite leaned forward slightly with the girl in its grasp, almost as if putting her on hands and knees, though she was still held a few feet above the ground. Its body pressed to her back, rocking slightly as though humping her. The thrusts of its tentacle slowed, but it didn't stop moving inside her, doing its best to prolong her pleasure.

“WHAT AH DO YOU AHH MEAN AHHHH!” He was maneuvering her though she was still in the air she had been leaning forward, that tendril secured her wrists though she was no longer fighting him as she had been positioned as thus.

He was still filling her, causing more moans to be pulled out of her slim encrusted lips, her chest rising and falling as he pushed within those warm folds that surrounded him in such a luscious way, squeezing him by instinct as that chalice of her body was brimming full of his tail as it solidly pressed inside her though he slowed as if he were giving her quivering folds a second or two to recover from this ordeal.

He had discovered what angle and depth that she responded to best, her body could not lie to him not that her lips had tried to as he pressed forth inside those folds of her, glistening heavily with her own arousal that cascaded down him as he explored her to hearts content.

"Isn't it obvious?" A tendril coiled around each of her nipples and tugged, as if milking the girl, not the least put off by the size of her breasts. "I do enjoy simply touching and knowing your body..." The phallic member arched in her tunnel, pushing against her upper walls. "But what I most appreciate is how you moan and quake in submission to me." Pulling back slightly, the creature started pounding into her with renewed vigor.

She could not help it, whimpering out at tentacles coiled about her beasts pulling against them. The nipples were already hard as he tugged, a shiver racing through her as he explained further as to what he had meant.

“UHH AHH!”

He head tilted back as a litany of moans escape her lips growing far more intense as she feels him jab into her tight sheath now with greater urgency, her passage quivering and wet as it tightens about him, another deep moan being torn from her lips as her body closes around him attempting to swallow him as she folds about him just as a Venus Flytrap closes around a fly she closes against his intrusion as more liquid heat swishes against him as she cries out to the heavens, the slurp of his cock can be heard sweeping through her core as he plunges into her body.