He nodded at that. Understanding had been reached in what he was trying to relay. As far as he could tell there were beings here to practice with as well as in private, whether or not they had the willpower or stamina to take it slow was another matter. There were options open to her, however.

Focusing on what she just relayed to him he answered her. You have the means of contacting me, referring to the piercing. However I am here now.

The tentacles barely picked up speed. Only now they did not stop or pull back. Instead he focused on supplying her with orgasm after orgasm at a slow pace meant to keep her conscious rather then pressing her over the edge.

As an alternative you can try over eating in a sense too. Gorging yourself on a meal so you can go longer before eating again. I do not know how that drug functions. I would recommend trying each for about a week to determine the best results before committing to one or the other.

Without more information he could not say what would be more effective. The later may get her to indulge on the drug more but offer up small periods of clarity. It was rare that he was uncertain or did not have the knowledge on something. He would find out, if only to satisfy his own curiosity.

Tentacles pulled out of her with the latest orgasm. His hand rubbing over a breast, then other tentacles drew her off the bed once more holding her above the floor.

Slithering beneath her as other tentacles wrapped about her torso hiking up her breasts a bit he began lowering her until her nether lips touch the tip of his central cock once more, eyes watching her as his mind pressed into her own once more in order to give her a boost of energy.

That was not all, the room darkened, changing as he influenced it with an illusion. Mist rained down from above coating her as he lowered her down just enough to pierce her. Tentacles released her ankles and only had a loose hold on her wrists.

He then focused on the illusion further, delving into her mind as he went through a series of experiences then tailoring something of his own which he kept concealed for the time being.

For the moment Phoebe hadn't cared to refrain from feasting on this precious meal. Every muscle of hers twitched and tensed when he finally granted release, greedy hips bucking against that twisting appendage after his initial descent nearly overwhelmed her. She couldn't help but savor the moment after being denied for so long, whether it involved a lesson or not. Her tongue danced over her lips as those intense jolts and shudders began to cease, sweetening the end of her latest release.

It'd be difficult to find an answer to his questions here. Phoebe possessed certain memories and recalled being swarmed by fellow slaves, women who indulged in the pleasures of the flesh as if they were meant to be what pitiful creatures Vespira forced them to become. They were the ones who fed her that liquid curse, the drug laced dildo they'd inserted into her mouth and fastened to her for hours on end, over and over. It seeped into her tongue, gums, cheeks and throat, working its magic on her without any way of stopping it. As for its chemical composition or duration, virtually anything regarding the drug's functions for that matter, the young woman had no clue.

Yet all things considered, the drug's effects would be, for all intents and purposes, permanent in nature. She was put to work for a reason. Phoebe would've been forced to serve men and women alike for years to come without an outsider's help. Whether beauty or health deteriorated first, whatever once comprised the pilot's mind would've been too far gone to make a return to an ordinary life feasible. They may have simply disposed of her at that point. Thankfully, she'd never have to find out for herself.

An advantage to it all would've been her enhanced sexual stamina, but even the human female had limits. She was panting when he brought her up, petite mounds heaving in his grasp though deep down Phoebe wouldn't want him to stop even if she was on the verge of blacking out. Lithe lush lips smacked together first at the sight of his shaft, then the feel of that monstrous phallus tempting the heated gates to her depths.

Her toes curled up in bliss when the immense molten spire breached those gates. Freed ankles folded around his waist, their heels knocking on mauve flesh as she hugged him with her renewed freedom. She closed her eyes for a moment and let her fair head droop as she exhaled a deep, elongated moan, only to let it rise with the following intake of air, glazed over eyes fixated on his once more in their lust drunken state, barely able to maintain focus at all. Inner muscles squeezed the invader hard, even convulsed around his throbbing hot rod as if his mere entrance let them spin out of control.

The change in scenery nearly eluded her senses thanks to another flood of sensations drowning out whatever uncertainties this brought to her mind. She felt invigorated, true, but the changing environment had been a brief distraction from the matter at hand and gave her a moment to ponder on what was happening until she'd reached a conclusion. A certain dampness adhered nicely to mildly sweat caked skin, letting whatever dim light remained cast her into an endearing luster. She knew he manipulated her mind to achieve this barrage of stimuli, but made no effort to stop him. If anything, his blonde companion wondered what else he'd do to cloud her senses before departing from her presence.

With what cum he had squeezed out of her earlier he replaced with his member slowly allowing gravity to pull her down. Hands on her hips prevented her from descending too fast even if she had tried to exert a measure of control.

Her belly grew with the addition of himself inside her to the point that she could have tracked his passage into those tight clinging depths. Encased within the circle of her legs he maintained that slow leisurely pace, mouth tendrils smoothing over a breast, wrapping around it, rubbing it, while his tongue occasionally danced over a nipple.

The mist continued to fall down on her as the darkness around them began to fade revealing banks of monitors that surrounded them. Dozens of them each with images of them from multiple angels. Some had the same and unless she shut her eyes she would see them.

On one she noticed a tentacle move up behind her before she felt it just as she descended down that meat as far as Aegir allowed. It pushed into her ass, pressing her back up then vacated her allowing her to drop once again only for that tentacle to press back inside her lifting her once again.

Sounds of moans came from the revealed monitors to add to her own. While this was going on she could see other tentacles reaching out of the range of the monitors view for something, something that had not been there earlier yet created.

The first had been a block of ice that felt cold to the touch as it swept down her spine then up repeating the process a few times. The next was a taser amply applied to her, the charge was mild but discharged over a great expanse of her back, more of a tingling sensation then a painful or even discomforting one.

Had it actually been real there was no way he would have used an electrical attack against her at the same time he was filling her. It was all in her mind as to what she was seeing and feeling, Aegir let the additional sensations take hold as he pressed into her, groaning against the pressure exerted by her body and even going a bit quicker, not by much but it was something she would notice along with the dull throbbing sensation within her core.

A chorus of verbal approval welcomed Phoebe to his latest illusion. It took her addled mind a moment to realize those voices were her own. She could see them on the monitors, the mighty telepath nearly swallowing her whole from certain angles whereas others offered a view of her stretched entrance, barely capable of accommodating that monstrous phallus.

Juices pooled beneath her on the bed, the amalgam of their passion soaking the bed whilst their current movements merely added to the mess. She bounced between cock and tentacle, albeit slowly, always attempting to catch her breath before either appendage drove it out of her. She was barely there with the introduction of that savory chill and electric current, every part of it being whisked away to heaven and back.

She knew pain and this was far from it though the very concept may have found disapproval if it were anyone less familiar than Kurgan. She'd only just escaped months of slavery and had yet to fully recover. Perhaps it came down to Aegir's role as her savior and little more than that. He earned her thanks and admiration. Granted, even Phoebe had to admit a certain measure of attraction to his caliber. His size alone had her heart beat faster, both in terms of height and his blessings down south which would never fully fit yet stretched her out to the limit with ease. It would've been difficult not to get excited as soon as he chose to stay a bit longer.

His groans were a catalyst for each molten surge of pleasure rippling through her body. Phoebe relished their sound, the feel of it washing out over her hardened peaks as he saw to them, along with the recognition that her actions, however delicate in nature, returned the same shudder inducing bliss to her alien lover. Slower movements extended their lovemaking still and offered layers of intimacy only Kurgan allowed for during these past few days and beyond.

She drank of his desire as much as her body fed the flame. Since these telling throbs deep within her clenching sheath occurred her actions became more potent. The woman began to rescind control over that pressure clashing with the force of his manhood's advances whenever he vacated her depths only for it to return with near surgical precision soon thereafter, sweetening every return to the best of her ability.

„You're getting closer .. I-I can feel it ..“ Indistinct beneath waves of pleasure twisting her features into one of overwhelming ecstasy, Phoebe cast a smile unto the tower of a man hunched over her petite frame. „Does it really feel that good?“ She cooed amongst the thrill of receiving his love pole over and over again, the edge of her vision constantly checking each monitor for signs of another sensual attack for there was little difference between knowing of things to come and giving into any such surprises. The intensity of their union had been dialed up one way or another and Phoebe could only look on with anticipation.

„Please, cum for me.“ The plea escaped her with a hiss as another sweet spot within her had been struck, her words shifting into molten verbal goodness for the senses the way she carried them with a hand sweeping up the side of his face in a long, lingering caress. „Fill me up again ..“

She was losing the race toward their next mutual high and treated him to her impassioned pleas. Soft hands held him, one on his shoulder squeezing that damp mauve flesh out of sheer appreciation. Her feverish chant for more of his release came from the monitors, each voice hopelessly lost to the pleasure which left her mind hazy and body trembling with restraint, delaying the mind numbing tidal wave of another climax in order to carry on a bit longer.

The voices meant to encourage him spurred her on as well. All around him he'd feel her tense and convulse, oh so close to giving in to her limits. She was clinging to no more than a thread when her eyes squeezed shut, the sheer overwhelming nature of it all forcing her head to dip back with a heated cry stuck in her throat, awaiting its release.

Her period of enslavement taught her well. Muscles pressing against him as he pressed into those tight folds, able to sense her pleasure as well as his own he was aware that she was getting lost in the moment. Proof of that had been her vocalization since she only had to think her thoughts, it was a natural habit he found, but given the alterations that had been made to that tongue she had used more care. Save for this time where speaking brought even more pleasure.

Yes, it is that good, he admitted to her as she searched the monitors for clues as to what was going to happen next. Wet from the mist and chilled by that ice she made the perfect conductor for that taser that was applied liberally to her despite that weak charge.

He did not wish to do too much more after her ordeal, instead of bringing more tools to bare on her other tentacles rubbed against her ass and flowed against her back. Each felt warm and massaging as he delved inside her again and again with a pace she may have been unused to after all this time.

He chuckled at her request. Now you are the one in a hurry. It would not be much longer, perhaps longer then she expected but that dull throb only increased, pulsing against her inner walls incapable of stretching her out further as he did so.

It prepped her for what was to come. Just prior to his release she could hear a deep groan even as that tongue of his swept over a nipple. Like a cannon he blasted her innards with his release, her stomach already inflated by his member was forced to swell even more as his fluids emptied into her.

He had not pulled free of her, however, holding still and leaving her corked up for the time being allowing her to feel how full she was. Then he pulled her off that spire slowly allowing much of that excess to pool out of her.

At the same time that tentacle in her backside drew out of her. Something good has come from your enslavement at least. The bed had been a mess but after mentally flipping over the mattress he set her down on the edge of it or laid her down. The sheets had been scattered all over the floor and others would need to be gathered up but that was a problem for someone else.

Only you can say how long that will tide you over for but do try to get some rest. Those fingers will need a bit more healing after all.

Their respective sounds of release practically hit the whole room at once though trained as she was even Phoebe struggled to hold back that long. She proved both unwilling and unable to release him from her chalice. Strongly convulsing inner muscles folded around that shaft throughout the ever shifting tide of bliss infused sparks which let her whole self twitch and quiver beneath him. In the end not even these trained muscles could hope to contain him, neither pole nor release as it had been spilled on the bed.

Staying upright in her current state seemed unlikely hence he had to opt for a more comfortable position when setting her down on the bed again. Limbs became slack, her lips slightly parted for each desperate albeit meek breath Phoebe claimed over the next few moments, there was little doubt he'd exhausted her reserves to the very last.

Oh, but it was damn worth it. „Stop making me blush.“ Inwardly smiling, she did no more than nod at his words whilst her eyes fell shut. She gathered that was his way of complimenting her skills, however unfortunate her fate had been up until his intervention. Other than gaining experience, there were no benefits to being enslaved, none that she could think of anyway. She kept her wits, at least. Perhaps that was the reason why her fellow human slaves had fallen and she hadn't. It didn't matter now. She got out of that hell when they could not.

„Yeah, I'll need some rest after all that anyway .. We'll see how long that'll keep me sane. Though I suppose my hands will start aching again when you're gone.“ She figured he had to have been diluting her response to pain given how much she's been using them over the past minutes. At least the mess they made wouldn't be much of a concern for some time, but the fact it wouldn't get any messier alluded to his eventual departure. She didn't believe it'd be too much trouble to have either of her companions take care of it.

„Aegir.“ Phoebe called out from the bed with a low, reserved voice, eyes open once more and fixated on him as though she'd try to persuade him into staying a while longer. She had a lot to say, but really couldn't. There'd be no way to put her thanks for all this into words, how she wouldn't forget what he did and that she'd keep an eye out for hints as to his desired stones for as long as she could remember to do so. In a way, the idea of scoffing at her own thoughts telepathically and whether he'd hear it or not didn't help either. She'd rather not appear that sentimental over him leaving although he probably knew what she meant without hearing a word one way or another.

Likewise, Phoebe hated goodbyes, especially right then and there. She had fewer friends and allies than ever before. Severing one of her life lines didn't come easy to her. Then again, there was no preventing it. They both had objectives of their own though that didn't mean their paths would never cross again. At least Phoebe had hoped so when she chose to speak once more. „Stay safe out there.“ She then flicked her eyes toward the piercing he gifted her, a means of contacting him eventually in this uncertain future of hers. „I'll be in touch.“

Indeed, those fingers will ache some, but nothing unbearable. You will be unable to use them as you can now, your mind is simply blocking out how bad they hurt which would otherwise prevent you from using them fully. Sometimes by dulling pain more damage could be inflicted since one didn't feel the effects of pain. Like touching a hot kettle and not reacting because you didn't feel how hot it was in the first place so didn't promptly pull your hand away.

Most of the time there had been no issues or natural healing took a short while longer. In her case she didn't do anything extravagant with those digits and should recover nicely.

He could sense all those thoughts swimming through her head as she laid there. From her prior experiences as a slave, to the struggles she had with goodbyes. He followed the path of her eyes to the piercing then glanced back, mouth tendrils twitching.

He knew. Dipping his head slightly. You do not have to wait for any leads to use that device. Whether she was in a jam or just wanted to see him was another matter. Naturally there would have to be a price of using it but he didn't think she would mind it so much. That was something they could work out later, however.

An index finger traced down her torso coming to rest on her inflated belly. Not all of that cum escaped her and there was still a good amount therein. He nodded at her words. Until next time. He then departed leaving her there and others to get to that mess.

When next they landed he could be off to make another stone circle to gate to another planet. He really needed to establish a network of these things in order to get around easier. He wasn't traveling so much these days and in his own dimension the standing circles had been common enough. Perhaps one of these days in the distant future, for now he wasn't to concerned with it.