Aegir had almost began taken back by her words, pausing for the briefest of moments as he had reflected upon the words streaming out of her lips. He had tried making sense of hem with his own alien mind turning them over for that moment, his mind telling him in the end that it hade been a show of bravado on her part, it had to be. Her words had been the only weapon that she had been armed with while his mind had told him what had been upon her own, the surface thoughts upon them and of course how she had been feeling.

It had seemed contradictory to his alien mind, though in the end he thought he had made some sense out of matters. Strange how humans could be so contrary, their thoughts and words not necessarily matching up with how they had felt.

His tentacle brushed inside her as if it had worked against her. Moving in and out of her, the tentacle actually looped inside her in a horse shaped formation forming a "u" inside her that nearly had the tip of his tentacle coming out of her giving her the same feel as his duo cocks inside her given the thickness of that bow inside her channel.

Whether it had taken her words seriously or not, Narissa didn't care to explain herself as she felt herself pumped into making her breast jiggle every which way, being pushed and pulled back against the grass she was sure there'd be a green tinge on her back later.

But further up, or rather in, where she could feel it moving inside her passed her cervix, she could feel it bunching up against her sensitive womb.

"Ugh!" She could almost think it was growing as it seemed to loop over in side of her. With the assault and warm up session with the duel cocks earlier, the way this smooth tentacle turned edge was almost sensual. "Uuuh," she panted into the air, losing any words she might have been able to say for that moment.

That was definitly a new trick she hadn't encountered before.

Eyes loomed upon her jingling breasts as he acted. There had been a first time for everything and while he could delve into her mind and acquire the answer that he had been after, experience would tell him all he needed to know.

The tentacle that happened to be inside her began throbbing as he used his initiate elasticity to compress that tentacle down then expand it so that he did not need to slice it in and out of her body. Bending over at would be his waist he let his elongated tongue snake out of his mouth as he touched it to a nipple, his hand going to her other breast as he squeezed it in his grasp.

The buldged and bent part of the tentacle began, the rest of the length began thrumming, pulsating, stretching so much that she could feel her whole body reacting to it, her core almost clenching at it uselessly like a stress ball and, ah MAN that was one good stress ball!

Pressing without even moving pass her blood filled g-spot put her in a new plane of pleasure as it expanded and just simply pressed against it like a thick finger, she found it had touched like a button enough to activate another flash orgasm to crash over her, this one making her arch her back off the ground as it went for her breast with the same laborous laps with it tongue. Both the tonuge and the tentacle touching her breast now were entisfied by the orgasm as she gasped into the them, just having enough energy to feel her own heartbeat just climbing down from a race horse's pace.

He could feel her coming unhinged, feeling ecstasy sweep over her as he had found himself continuing finding that answer he had refused to drudge through her mind for. At least he had assumed her reaction based off of what he had been observing in her mind and in the mow as her back arched up as if craving more.

With his tentacle filling her as it throbbed within her core, a breast enveloped into his mouth as his four mouth tendrils pooled around it, his hand bunching up on her breast as he had given it a squeeze.

Mikey, I think she likes it. The words telepathically cooed into her mind.

Like a flashing light in a dark and torrential rain that was her arousal, the voice had shattered her dizzying haze of lust that Aegir had worked so effortlessly to place on her.

The phrase sounded qouted, as if it was something off a cereal commercial or something. But it was enough to, if not break , shatter her earlier blindness of how much this Aegir was using her body. Like how he had his tentacle stuffed up her snatch, the end of it bent and poking out her labia and teasing her lips with it wriggleing, or how her entire breast was engulfed into a warm and salivating cavity of what she could only hope was her mouth (The hot and wet lapping appendage that kept flicking and sliding over her pebble hard nipple could have been an indicator)

That small qoute had allowed her to see the revulsion in herself and the creature weed out from the ravishment as it continued its menstrations over again.

Feeling the revulsion begin to well up in her mind Aegir had injected calmness into her mind like a needle bringing forth an elusive response as he had stimulated portions of her mind. Letting those regions take command by stirring them up his tentacle continued to pulse within her as others secured her just incase that she had fought or struggled against him further.

A hand stroked up and down her side as his mouth continued to ripple over the hardened pebble-like nipple that had sprang up against his touch as his tongue had stimulated her.

Narissa winced, feeling the soft tentacle ride up the length of her side, pressing its way firmly up It continued its caress until it leveled with her currently breast that was groped with Aegir's foregin lips.

A familiar pin-prick, something was able to neglect before hit her mind and, from it, she groaned weakly. Aegir was fine tuning her again. Much of her flame and disgust was sinking away in her mind, leaving her to deal with th present dillemma on her own with just the sensations. A soon growing frustration entered her, only to be devoured with the rest.

"WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO DO!?"

Screaming at the alien, voicing her losing battle. "Can't I even detest this?! You'll have that taken from me as well?" Inwardly, she couldn't feel herself tearing up, but, if she was capable at the moment, she knew she would. More out of resentment to her captor than the sully of her person.

He smile or rather his mouth tendrils twitched in a peculiar way about her breast as he continued to suckle against it with his mouth, feeling it burn in the recesses of his mouth. His other hand slide across her chest as he took her breast in his grasp, squeezing against her while his tentacle still throbbed within her.

No ... I think not. Like clay I can mould you, shape you to my will after all the trouble you caused for me.

Even without the ability to feel anything more than what he saw fit, he did not take away her sense of touch-- more appropriatly, all the ways he touched her while on the ground.

She could feel herself panting in the coupleing, while still restrained, she could not cease his new attention at her other breast, grappeling and molding the swollen mounds like the clay he compared her to. Many times the nipples were forced to stand out proud in his groping while she writhed beneath him.

The passionate nightmare continued, his bent tentacle still ever stretching and shrinking, pressing against all the side of her caverns with its warm and now lubricated flesh. But would he ever stop and would she even be able to function properly with all his tuning and tinkering with her.

Yes.

He said earlier he could bring her back from the realms of insanity and, with that, Narissa had an inkling on when and if he would finally let her go . . .

Drawing his tentacle out of her like a tape measure it recoiled, his tentacles upon her easing up then slipping away as his mind telekinetically lifted her up off the ground allowing her to float in the air until she had been level with her mouth, taking one long lick against her slit of her sex as he tasted her against her tongue. One lick before he had set her back down upon the ground.

Aegir's mouth and tentacles withdrew from her, she was left grasping her own breast to attempt to quell the sudden aching they had grown with his abuse. But it only left her squeazing harder as he began to withdraw his tentacle looped inside her.

The entire time he was withdrawing, Narissa was moaning the whole ordeal, feeling both a push and pull on the roof and bottom of her walls. Exhibiting a series of pants from the warm massages of the exiting tentacle, finally gasping when it flicked out of her, her walls closing over the gap where it was, leaving her dazed with the remainder tingling feeling it gave over the rest of her body.

Thinking she was finally being let free, she was surprised to feel the grass dissapear under her, her nude figure lifted horizontal in the air! Without the other tentacles to restrained her, she flailed uselessly in the air as her crouch was pointed towards the things maw.

Before she could even ask what it was going to do to her now she looked at what could have been a swish of a tongue slip out and slowly, slowly licked up her slit, leaving her mouth ajar as he gaze went blank and to the darkening violet skies above.

One slow lick and he had descended her flailing body back to the ground, mouth tendrils twitching as he did so. The illusion of the rock slide had subsided, letting her know just how close she had been to escape as the rock slide itself shimmered once then vanished completely.

Tentacles quivered about his body as again he found himself pressing into her mind.

That was good. Thank you. He chimed as if she had chose to be here and had the option of servicing him or not. Of course such options had been denied her of course.

He had slithered away across the earthen soil in the direction that the land slide had once been.

Narissa blinked, agast at his words, then in disbelief at the sudden shimmering image of the rockslide dissapearing.

"How . . ." But she didn't even have to ask as realization dawned on her. 'It was just another trap. All of those hesitant feelings was just implanted in my for him to . . .' Finally free from his mental hold.

"You . . . you bastard." Gritting her teeth, the offended woman stood up, barely making it to her feet before her knees buckled. The remaining spasming in her groin were to blame. Glaring darkly at the retreating figure her hands scurried over the grass for any rock twig or stick as she began flailing things at it uselessly. Many of them missed, but it was all she could do to express her inidignation.

A cheap thank you? Like she was some cheap hooker. She could hardly call it consensual even in the slightest! Even a hooker got something out of it, wether money or material items. He had done nothing but forced himself upon her while she remain helpless and naked in the conclusion.

"You bastard! I hate you!" she screamed, running out of rocks to throw at him while the twigs barely even made it half way to him. "You better not show your ugly face to me again-- I swear I'll kill you!" were her threats. Thoughtless and fueld by hatred, she'd do her best to make due on her promisary threat.

Yes. She'd find a way somehow. Pass his mind control. Oh yes . . . she would make him pay . . .

Glancing back over his shoulder he didn't even have the dignity to fully turn around and face her as he took in her rants. He had not even bothered to avoid the rocks and twigs given the rubbery texture of his flesh that had absorbed the momentum of anything hurled his way. What had hit him seemed to bounce off of his hide effortlessly and painlessly.

I'll see you later, when you least expect it I presume.

He spoke into her mind, mouth tendrils twitching about as he had taunted her with her words though he had taken on her words as a bit of a challenge. Could she follow through with her threats or had they been idle words spoken on the spur of the moment. It was probably the later but her words alone had been enough to seek her out at a later date.