Sweet ...

His tongue slurped around his mouth. She was still struggling and while her body gave in her mind had not. He paused for a second then placed the tip of his tongue back against her, a musky scent emitted from his body as his tongue pressed up against her again, hovered at her entrance before pushing against her, entering into the core of her body.

The taste of her trickled against his tongue as he drove it inside her, his mouth tendrils squirming against her flesh, one even poking against her rear after smoothing over an ass cheek and making it's way through the crack of her ass.

Oh?

He stated plainly. His mind rattled around an idea, of course he had been in a position to simply take and while he did so often enough he had not been without his own merits, His mouth tendril pulled away from her spinxter and settled on an ass cheek to get out of the way of his questing tongue that found itself digging deeper into the richness of her own body.

Not that you could stop me if I truly wanted to sodomize you, but give in and I'll make a deal not to take you there, don't and no promises ...

He had felt the indecision flicker through her mind as she weighed the decision. By now he could have taken her squirming body if he had of wanted but instead tentacles reached up to circle around her wrists while another went to her mouth pressing into her mouth with the tip of it as it slid back and forth against her.

His mouth tendril slid across her rear again, the tip of it circling against her rear as if getting it ready to penetrate. In truth he had been giving her a little more time to respond. Of course with the tentacle in her mouth responding verbally wasn't likely to answer, but as a telepath he could hear her thoughts and communicate that way with her if necessary.

But yes ... like a fly, like it or not, you are now in my web. You can fight it to no avail or give in, I leave you that choice at least, one being far more pleasant than the other.

His mouth tendril was still playing with her rear though it had been his tongue that had been carving her up at present as it pressed into her deeper now, it moved in a circular manner touching against silk walls as he proceeded. His tentacles seized against her breasts as he squeezed the melons there while there was the other pressing it's way into her throat, pulling back before tripping her gag reflex, though he had not been overly concerned if she bit him or if the reflect was tripped. At this stage he seemed to be holding back as he analayzed her response, or rather lack of one.

He felt the conflict in her mind, her mind and body warred against one another. He had figured that she had reserved herself to this given the thoughts that had been coursing through her head. And then there had been nothing. No touch, no sensation of being lifted air born at all.

She had been on her knees on the ground adorned in an aut of date dress that had to be from the turn of the century. Up ahead there was rustling in the brush and she could glimpse a trio of individuals making haste from this spot.

"Are you alright, miss," a voice game from slightly behind her. There had been a tall man their. A rapier had been fashioned on his left hip, his skin an olive hue with curky dark locks primarily cast beneath his hat that sported a feathery plume. His garments were red in coloration and appeared as old as her's.

Apparently Aegir had not been finished playing with her yet as the man extended a hand towards her to assist her to her feet. "I am Antonio. What are you doing out here without an escort? It is dangerous her as you are aware."

There had been a hint of an accent on his words, Italian perhaps. That was the nationality of the handsome man before her.

Now this had been a simple illusion that Aegir generated. In the real he still had a hold on her as he injected these images straight into her mind.

Antonio made a quick glance towards the fleeing men then back at her. Aegir sensed her momentary bout of confusion but that had been expected considering the circumstances.

The Italian cupped her hand in his then hefted her up to her feet. "Any idea what those ruffians where after or do you think they were just trying to take advantage of the situation. It's not everyday that they would chance upon an extraordinary woman."

He followed her gaze then back to her. For a moment he had remained silent on the matter as if in thinking over the details of the event that had transpired. Then at last he answered, figured, it would seem, that she struck her head in the altercation.

"Hampshire, England." the man answered with a brief smile. Lucky for you I have come to your country and just so happened to be out hunting with Lord Berkshire when I had to relieve nature's call and got separated from the others and happened upon you and the three others. I suppose they figured on encountering only beginners and novices to challenge with their steal as they took off in the face of any real resistance."

His eyes were green, with gold flecks near the irisis. He grinned as she made her apologies. "Somethings under the circumstances cannot be helped." He answered smoothly. "I shall escort you to wherever you had in mind for a destination provided it is not too far from here. I must find the others in the hunting party but it cannot be helped that I am delayed, these woods have prooved to be deadly in their own way."