The statement, while offered without the slightest hint of malice, served to remind Airi that she was dealing with an alien being with equally alien concepts of conscience. "Me not being in any state to go anywhere sounds like we might have to clarify our respective definitions of 'harm'," she pointed out. "Being too injured to walk will guarantee that I won't seek you out for information, Antipode."

A moment later, as she strove to focus on the conversation and not his talented manipulations of her breasts, she decided that his tone had indeed sounded suggestive and she added, "And lack of human males my age aside, I can't see myself pursuing a liaison with a tentacled alien simply to relieve my libido, so don't be offended if I don't call back for said purpose." Inwardly, she snickered at the realization that she had just given the "I probably won't call you back" speech to a dimension-hopping alien. Then again, she was fairly sure that he had been flirting with her, so the surreality shouldn't be that amusing.

Flirting? Why is that so shocking, considering what he (it?) is doing to you just by playing with your breasts? And damn well, too. Annoyed, Airi tried to ignore the ever-acerbic voice of her common sense, which proved that she couldn't ignore it and Antipode at the same time. Her breath caught as traitorous warmth crept under her skin, and her eyes were drawn inexorably to the sight of her own full mounds growing firm with arousal as they were expertly kneaded and squeezed by larger tentacles. Meanwhile, smaller ones fastened around her reddened, erect nipples, squeezing and pulling the sensitive nubs enough to make her squirm involuntarily with the titillating sensation.

The creature hadn't hurt her yet, and had stated that, conveniently enough, it only drew pleasure from her pleasure... and if this was only a warm-up, it was possible that she would simply be too exhausted to walk anywhere. A gentle, skilled rapist with considerate post-rape taxi services. Will wonders never cease? "You can...mmm... drop me off at my dorm. This was my last class," she said, squirming a little more in his grip, feeling the beginning traces of wetness as he continued to play with her.

The alien certainly was a strange one, if what he said was true. However, the differences in morality were still rather striking. He really didn't see the problem with what he was doing. Nor, clearly, did he care when the girl refused, or resisted. He was one to have his way, regardless of any other factor, and yet at the same time he wasn't acting with any of the animosity or sadist glee so many of the monsters had. Naturally, that didn't change anything. He was, in reality, no better than any of the others, and it was easily a flaw in his nature, or at least something that he overlooked, that he disregarded the feelings of others so much. If he was human, you'd call such a person a sociopath, though it was fortunate this sociopath didn't get off on pain...

The tendrils squeezing her breasts were firm, both in their form and their movements. The feeling of their flesh on her skin was slightly different than that of human flesh, a little bit rougher, and as before mentioned more moist. They could move so easily like the entire tentacle was made out of muscle which could bend and curl at his will, and he used this to great effect, lightly pulsing on her breasts, first one section of the coil, then another, or all at once. If one breast was getting that treatment, at various times the other one would feel not squeezing at all, but instead lighter caressing, as the tentacle wrapped around it brushed over her skin lightly, sliding and perhaps pulling that breast up and down instead of squeezing and massaging.

Antipode's voice entered her mind again, a pleasant tone once again ignoring the fact that he was in the process of actually raping her. He sounded amused, but at the same time clearly was trying to reassure her.

"Injury? Oh, you won't be unable to travel due to injury. No, your thoughts on the matter are rather more accurate." Once again, he could read her thoughts, and in this case confirmed what she started to think. The fact that he didn't tease her on the rest was also a large clue, because if he could hear that one random thought, certainly he could hear all of the others.

"Your dorm room. Understood. And in that case when you call me in the future, I'll expect some very good questions. Not that that will stop me from a repeat of tonight, let me warn you..."

Down lower, she'd feel something new, a tentacle with, if she looked, a very different tip, which seemed to have a number of flexible feelers at the end. This one moved up from below her slowly, without much hurry, brushing against her leg, then her thigh, lightly from time to time. It reached her sex quite soon, however, and what she'd feel would be those light, slender feelers, beginning to tease her, very carefully brushing up against her outer lips.

It shouldn't disconcert her that the tentacled alien in the process of raping her was also coordinated enough to firmly massage one breast while caressing and seeming to explore the other, moving smoothly through these actions with no apparent difficulty in carrying out all of these delicate tasks, effortlessly awakening Airi's desire as the tentacles toyed with her sensitive flesh. Sighing, Airi silently gave thanks that at least this Antipode didn't have a sadistic bent like some of the other monsters; something with such control over so many limbs she was certain could give pain beyond what could be pleasurable even for her, and she liked playing rough.

A questing touch lightly caressing her leg drew her attention from such thoughts, accompanied by Antipode's warning. Airi snorted in reply, continuing to speak out loud despite repeated proof that he could hear her thoughts- just because her privacy was being invaded in every way didn't mean that she was going to depend on that fact to communicate.

"Fair enough; my body and time for your time finding and providing me with the answers to very good questions. I'd shake on it, but since you seem a little occupied..." she said wryly, eyes falling on the tentacle that had just lightly brushed her thigh. It continued to trace a path upwards, the delicate-looking strands at the end extending to stroke the soft skin of her shaven outer lips just beginning to be wet with signs that her body was betraying her, the intimate, exploring touch coupled with his continued ministrations to her breasts heightening her arousal.

"Oh, fuck me," Airi grumbled, her irritation prompting her to borrow the American colloquialism. "The things I do for my curiosity." A breath later, she realized the irony of her wording, and rolled her eyes.

"I don't suppose that actually changed your plans, though, did it?" she asked, her sardonic humor surviving the encounter thus far. Barring someone intentionally silencing her, it took a great deal of to halt the flow of irreverent comments from the sarcastic Finnish girl's mouth.

"Well, not really. But a request is a request!"

Yes, he was teasing her a little bit. But regardless, it didn't slow him down any, and the teasing of those little feelers suddenly increased. From light touches which barely existed at all, they started moving at earnest, quickly tracing and putting pressure against her outer lips, toying and questing slightly, before several of the thin feelers even pressed inside of her. Each one was thinner than a finger, but two or three of them slipped inside, rubbing quickly even as far as an inch, then even two, inside of her body.

A few of those little feelers moved a little bit higher, pulling back the hood of her clitoris and beginning to stroke it quite mercilessly. Though he might seem to be taking his time really penetrating her, he wasn't going to wait too long when it came to the actual pleasuring. How he did it was a bit of a lesser concern for him than the fact that it happened. And if she wasn't really ready for it, she could always yell something out!

The thin feelers moved quickly, stroking her clit from several angles quickly, not giving her much of a way to avoid it. One of them finally wrapped in a little loop around the tiny nub, and began pulsing quickly, in a manner that wouldn't be possible unless it was extra fine. This teasing was quick, and when they started they didn't really ease into it... instead it was more a sudden attack, a barrage of sensations!

(Sorry for the long delay- life got crazy for a while. )

Airi's brows furrowed, irritation surfacing above her rising arousal for a moment at the alien's teasing. "That's not what I meant, and you kno-" Her voice caught and bit her full lower lip as several slender, dextrous tendrils pushed inside her, stroking her moistening canal. She would never admit it, wouldn't even allow the thought to fully formulate in her mind, but the potential those impossibly versatile tentacles had already shown was enough to make her libido sulk at the fact that humans lacked them.

As Antipode shifted his tactics, continuing his slow teasing all the while, Airi bucked against her restraints, biting her lip harder as she tried to keep the vocal admission of just how good it felt back. The sudden barrage of sensation as her clitoris was attacked from all angles by insistently stroking tendrils, deprived of even the faint protection that her clitoral hood would have offered, was by itself enough to set her writhing against bonds that were suddenly only to keep her steady in the throes of her pleasure. The thought of walking away, let alone running, was laughable.

Then she felt amidst all of the varied sensations expertly assaulting her erogenous zones, a single tendril, almost hair-fine, wrap itself around her engorged nub and begin a rapid throbbing. Her resolve to remain aloof forgotten for the moment, Airi's hips jerked reflexively, her legs straining against the heavy tentacles holding her as she cried out in ecstasy, her crystalline eyes blank beneath fluttering lids as she squirmed under the alien's assault.

It was very nearly miraculous that a single coherent thought echoed through her otherwise occupied mind, and it in itself was nothing especially laudable: This is the price for my curiosity? Shuddering beneath tendrils seemingly coming from everywhere, and bound in more of the same, that smug inner voice silently cheered. Best deal I've ever made.

(Sorry for my long delay too! ^_^ I hope we can both be back now and continue where we left off. When school assignments were due, it got hard to focus on shokushu... so I had to leave for a month.)

Indeed the deal Aiyero made was good. At least, Antipode agreed with that smug voice in her head. He'd give her information, and in return gain what he himself wanted in the first place, which happened to be her pleasure. And she was reacting to the pleasure delightfully, her body responding, writhing. Her mind practically blanking from the pleasure he had only really just started giving her.

Though it was pleasant enough to focus on the girl's pleasure, and his own enjoyment from it, a being such as Antipode was able to focus on multiple levels of thought at once. Indeed, a part of him, and in fact a very great part, relished in the psychic translation of her pleasure. But he had the power still to focus on every single one of those little tentacles of his.

And that's what he did. The slender tendril wrapped around her clit didn't stop, pulling, tugging, its endless rapid throbbing, and there was no way for her to pull away, no way for her to escape it. Yet, with the combination of that and the tendrils squeezing at her breasts, fondling and pulling at them, he had her where he wanted her.

At which point, having her in such a state, writhing in endless pleasure, he decided to increase how wonderful this little deal would be for the girl. Against her lips he'd press a larger tentacle. This one wasn't like the lightly teasing ones that still rubbed against her opening. Instead, it was thicker, harder, and as it began to slip inside of her pussy, it would feel like a cock, entering deep into her body so that not even her insides could escape his touch.

Still embarrassed at how quickly Antipode had reduced her to such a state, that impulse was nonetheless completely overridden by the sensations rocking her world. Alternately firm and teasing, she writhed, head tossing helplessly, in the middle of tentacles fondling the full orbs of her breasts while he mercilessly assaulted her clit, overloading her with stimulation.

No matter how she squirmed, she couldn't get free of the tentacles whose ministrations so clouded her mind. A whimper, a sound that she would have been mortified to hear herself make, escaped her, erupting a moment later into a lusty moan as she felt a thick, hard shaft teasing her sensitive entrance. It entered her slowly, her arousal making her adjust easily to the intrusion.

Automatically trying to stifle another moan as the tentacle slid deeper into her wet folds, Airi paused and thought to herself, Oh, what the hell. Quit being a prude- you lose nothing by admitting how good this feels. Especially since he's a fucking telepath and listening right now, aren't you? As she finished her thought she let all restraint go, trying to push into the thrusts spearing towards the core of her being, letting out a delicious moan as she did. She was a carnal creature; why should she feel shame at doing what she had to do?

Her surrender was really exactly what Antipode was after. He'd fulfill his side of their bargain to the letter, and perhaps even more if he were feeling generous, but for now he intended to play with his girl to his heart's content. That first thrust into her body was a little slow, a little bit deliberate, and not at all as energetic as he planned to have in a moment, but really, it was nice to allow her a good moment to get adjusted before he started going at her like crazy.

"Of course I am listening. Oh, and while I'm at it, feel free to tell me if you get the urge for something specific. I am sure I can accommodate anything at all, really."

Though even as he spoke into her mind, the tentacle that had moved inside of her started pulling out. It moved a bit faster than the first time, but it was still moving at a rather agonizingly slow pace. And so, just as it was nearly entirely out of her, the tendrils on her breasts, and the little one teasing her clit, all stopped. For three seconds. Five seconds. Ten seconds, an agonizing period of time.

But his teasing ended quickly, and the tentacle thrust quickly into her, sliding in deep inside of her body before pulling out again, at a newly rapid clip that quickly approached a full and comfortable speed. He had teased her cruelly, but that had only been a brief respite, for now as well as her breasts, her clit, and little spots on her body, even her pussy itself was being fucked quickly, and she was completely under his control.

Ordinarily, Airi would have taken his cheerful suggestion as mockery. Now, with her libido firmly in control of decision-making processes, it got the functioning portion of her mind running through the possibilities. Right at that moment, though, the only suggestion she could make was, Faster...

As if in deliberate defiance of her request, he stopped. Everything. She gasped with the shock as her hyper-stimulated body jolted with the suddenness, screaming with every nerve for him to resume something, anything. The cock-like tentacle, poised just at the nerve-rich opening of her vagina was tormenting her. She writhed, her muscles contracting and attempting to draw it further into herself, the tentacles preventing her from doing so simultaneously frustrating and heightening her excitement.

The seconds crawled by, Airi panting and struggling helplessly within her bonds until he thrust deep within her, arching her back with the thrust as a cry of satisfaction erupted from her. After that his rhythm picked up and all of his tentacles resumed their actions, the sensation of being fucked in the center of a nest of dextrous, relentless tentacles was blowing her mind. She squirmed in the midst of his attentions, her lips moving wordlessly as she gasped and moaned in time with his quickly thrusting tentacle.

Finally, she managed a breathy whisper, "Please..."

Her frustration was amusing. Yes, it was only for a few brief seconds, but to her it really did seem like an eternity. It was the sort of spice that made what he'd done next all the more pleasant for her... though he didn't intend to tease her again, especially since now she'd actually given in. That wouldn't help in the least!

"Please? Please what?"

Well, he wasn't completely done teasing after all. Regardless, the tentacles that surrounded her and filled her up continued their assault, not stopping any longer or even doing anything but attacking her in her most sensitive spots. A thin one, moist and soft, was wrapped around her clitoris, pulsing lightly, tugging at it carefully, skirting the edge between pleasure and pain. As it tugged and squeezed the erect little nub, others wrapped again around her nipples, beginning a similar tug around them as well.

With her little points taken care of, Antipode's tentacles continued their assault. Inside of her the moist tendril continued moving at it's rapid pace, much faster now than when she had begged him to go faster... enough so that when she was done, she was definitely going to be sore. But right here, right now in the heat of the moment that wasn't going to be a problem. The feeling of it forcing inside of her, sliding inside and rubbing against her g-spot with every movement back and forth, was perhaps enough to overcome any such soreness she'd get later.

"Fuck me, goddammit!" Airi answered, a flicker of indignant rage surfacing above the lust. You started this, and now you're just going to stop? her internal voice grumbled. Coitus interruptus made for a cranky Airi.

Apparently satisfied, Antipode resumed his expert assault on her body, bolts of pleasure racing through her from the erect points of her nipples and clit. A pleased moan escaped her as the shaft-like tentacle resumed thrusting inside her. She gasped as the speed and force of the tentacle increased, the sensation of the shaft forcing itself inside her slick walls, making her clutch it as it plunged into her fiery depths and turned her noises into short gasps and whimpers of pleasure as she writhed in his endless grip.

"God... so good," she gasped, the tentacle spearing into her making her squirm with every stroke, quaking with her arousal. She knew that she'd be sore later, but if Antipode kept his end of the bargain it would be more than worth it, she thought as she pushed hungrily against him, feeling an enormous orgasm building within her.

(Later than I hoped. I've been busy avoiding homework. Lol)

With her orgasm approaching, she would find that there was no mercy to be had. Antipode wasn't going to stop, or even slow down... but then again, that kind of "mercy" would only anger Airi yet again. But it was fun to tease her, it was amusing for some odd reason.

Yet this was even better. Her absent-minded words as her very mind was filled with nothing but the crash of pleasure, which merely led towards the orgasm that was approaching... yes, Antipode definitely liked.

The tentacle inside of her moved fast, its slightly rough form, its slight ridges and noticeable bumps moved against her again and again, at a speed that would be rather difficult for a human, with all their bulk, to manage. As her body writhed, as her insides clenched against the tendril it twisted inside of her, turning just so, to attack her senses even more completely.

"Indeed it is."

Airi nearly sobbed as she felt the scorching waves searing over her, pushed on by the textured tentacle rocking her whole body with every rapid thrust. With each pass, every bump and ridge found a new sensitive point to drive her even higher, still suspended just on the point of mind-crashing release.

Silken strands of hair adhered to her face as she panted and moaned, pale eyes nearly empty under her eyelids as she shuddered in his grip. Groaning, breasts jiggling lusciously in their prisons of tentacles, she drove herself onto the tentacle spearing her, trying to push it into her core as far as it could go as Antipode sought the exact same thing. As the tentacle turned within her, it finally crossed that last line and she orgasmed, screaming without the slightest concern for being heard as pleasure took her in waves. She fucked the alien with abandon as she drowned in her own erotic bliss, her pale flesh flushed with exertion.

(Alright, we're gonna skip ahead a bit, because we were gonna start our new one. No need to continue all of this from here... we'll get by it honestly. )

It was a long time before Antipode finished up with her. Her passion was intense, and the pleasure she had gained seemed worth it. After all, that was what she had thought aloud, wasn't it? That it had been "worth" the deal? Yet as he raped her, and gained the physical pleasure he wanted, Antipode made sure to follow what he had said he would. Her clothes were still undamaged, and when she was finally unconscious he took her back to her own room.

She would be clean when she woke up, and unharmed. Perhaps slightly sore, but if there had been greater damage, and with the intensity of his actions one would expect it, perhaps Antipode was as skilled at healing as he was at taxing girls back to their rooms. Regardless, there on the table would be the pin he mentioned.

It was shaped like a tentacle monster, inlaid with green gems. There were something like twelve tentacles coming out of its central circle. And... it had a smiley face on it. Did he have a sense of humor? Or had someone else drawn him, and he was merely imitating that drawing? (Take a look at the thing Persephone drew of Antipode. That's what I mean. ) His words would come back to her. All she needed to do was think on it, and he would be there. But he would take his toll, whether she wanted it or not.

Fin