A groan greeted her ears as flesh rippled around him. He thought of extracting himself from her again though he rather liked the feel of her case against him. The warm heat radiating against him only caused him to press back against her, his rubbery flesh smacking against her ass with each full thrust into her.

He surged inside her quickly as if her body was innately calling him. The clapping sound that they made as their bodies pressed together, one tentacle frantically dancing against her clit as it rubbed her.

Fingers pressing and squeezing against her dangling breasts.

Yes, slave, yes ... that feels good ... talk dirty! His telepathic words matched by quick full thrusts into her core.

T-talk dirty? Melanie's mind spluttered under the pleasure. She was actually surprised it hadn't caved yet. Could she easily recover from this? No, probably not.
But that did not help poor Melanie. She was given an order she knew nothing about. She had always been a polite student, kind and caring, and almost always calm. Except in boxing, but at that expletives were wasted. She had to furrow deep into her memories, seeking the only model she could base this behavior on- her Mom. Her mom, of course, used to scream all sorts of arcane language through the walls. Perhaps she could try that?
"F-f-fuck my s-sopping cunt! I-I a-am just a s-sow!" she had to pause, stammering the foreign words.

What was this dream making her do? Was this a reflective dream that was revealing her body's true desires?
The world would never know.

Suddenly, an excitement gripped Melanie as she thought of more words. She was embracing the slut side of her. The words flowed into her mind as her master grunted in his carnal way.
"That's right! Stuff that thick cock into my slut cunt! Yes, Master, harder. Push it further in," she began spouting. The words held no meaning to her, but the effect they had on her mind was stunning. It was the first time the words had ever left her lips- even if it was only a mental projection.

Her body, meanwhile, rutted against the sinewy body of the boneless creature.

That's right ... I'm going to fuck it. He pressed the words into her mind as he pressed into her, small grunts escaping his mouth as he fought to draw in air. His thrusts were quick and hard, enticed onward by her words and thoughts.

There was no need to speak, impossible for her to keep any secrets from him as she thought them up. He jabbed into her again and again feeling the tight walls of her body clinging against him as he went. Fingers pinched her nipples, twisting them softly as his pace inside her slowed but remained deep. His tentacle against her clit was equally slow though another reached to her lips brushing against them in a gentle caress.

Suck it, like a good little slut.

Melanie didn't just suck it- she devoured it. She tried to pump her mouth over the appendage as fast as Aegir fucked her pussy. Her mouth slid over the tentacle relished the taste of her own juices. She was truly a slut now, and she was going to do everything in her power to prove to Aegir that she was a good slut. Perhaps he would keep her, fuck her throughout her long dreams.

How long had this dream been again? It felt like she had been burning up in the fire of her desire for ages.

That was one of his gifts since he could alter perceptions and brain activity he could befuddle the senses two. In reality little time had crept past, though if he wanted he could stretch out the dream to make actual time pass quicker without altering anything at all as far as the dream went.

He could sense her thoughts and the beliefs in this sole act making her into a sex slave. All those things that she denied for so long seemed to be crashing down all at once. He worked inside her, groaning out at the tempo he set.

Aegir keeenly felt his tentacle sliding into her mouth as she virtually gobbled it up. His sense of touch with them had also been linked to his sense of taste too so now he was tasting the inside of her mouth, the tentacle rubbing against her tongue. He grunted, his seed flowing out into her though he made a few more pumps inside her before drawing himself from her body, then rolling her over on one hip he seized hold of her right leg, drawing it up as the tip of another cock pressed back up against her.

Yeah, like that slut, suck it. Suck it good. He pushed the tip of his cock against her, into her with a groan escaping his opened mouth. Tentacles now streamed to her breasts coiling about them and squeezing them the tips of them rubbing softly against her nipples as more of himself pressed inside her.

Melanie's head was pounding as she twisted per Aegir's movements. She twisted her body, absorbed in her own sexuality, in her own desire for Aegir's cum. She quaked in orgasm once more as Aegir sped up his pace, still trying to get Aegir to fuck her mouth like it was just another pussy. She longed for more of his seed, thinking, futilely, that it could aid in quelling the fire he set alight in her very soul.

She nearly gagged as she tried to swallow more and more of that delicious tentacle.

Flowing back inside her, he pushed to get by the tight walls. His boneless nature would allow him to squeeze through even the tightest of cracks. Deeper his tentacle in her mouth went. It's pace increasing though now he rocked against her slowly as he pushed his way back inside her.

The tip of one tentacle rubbing against her clit while another tentacle vanished part way into her ass sliding in and out of her core as he lapped against her, his thrusts slow at this time as he grasped her leg holding it up as he pressed into her. Only the tentacle in her mouth moved quicker now.

you like that, huh? You're cunt's all good and juicy, slave, see how it latches on to me?

Yes... fuck my mouth, Melanie's mind weakly managed as she came from the pleasure of having her ass raped again. The increased speed of the tentacle in her mouth as it pushed itself down her throat ravaged her throat, though the pain was disregarded by her Aegir-addled stupor. She initially had trouble breathing as the tentacle raped her throat. She wanted to scream from the pleasure, wanted the world to know that Melanie DuPont was a fucktoy, a whore.

And she would be willing to screw anything...

In her dreams, of course.

There were no inhibitions in dreams and it was easier to give those things up in them, especially those that you latched onto. He pressed into her, reading her mind as he felt her difficulties in breathing. He regulated a portion of his brain had been dedicated to monitoring her mental state to ensure that she did not lack for air.

He drove into her, holding himself deep inside her, fingers clasped against her legs. He held himself deeply lodged inside her, a groan parting his mouth, of course the sound was telepathic and in her mind as he drew out of her.

Now ride me to your heart's content slave ... His tentacles retracted from her ass and mouth he slither half a step away on the sand. He laid back, at least his upper body arched back as if he were going to lie down, his boneless nature making it easy for him to manage. Tentacles remained spread out against the sand though one or two of them flickered or swooshed against the sand subconsciously.

There it was. Standing tall against the air, Aegir's cock was glistening from their combined juices. Her inhibitions all but destroyed, Melanie quickly leaped on to the appendage, her pussy gulping down on the member. "Yessss," came a shallow hiss between Melanie's teeth as her eyes completely clouded over with lust. She slowly lifted herself, marveling in the feelings that coursed throughout her body.

How could she have been such a fool and denied herself this satisfaction?

Melanie groaned as she lowered herself back down the length of the monster's cock. It was so good. So pleasurable. Her mouth remained open as she repeated this cycle, picking up her pace and a moaning her Master's name over and over.

He had not expected her to act so quickly but he liked it all the same. She pressed herself down against him, he feeling her walls close tightly against her, his name falling from her lips as he reached up with his hands cupping her breasts and squeezing them firmly.

He arched beneath her allowing himself to reach deeper into her body as he felt a familiar sensation coursing over him. Heat that began at his loins and spread outward from there. Yes ... fuck yes!

He shuddered, arching himself against her even quicker as she dropped down his length.

Melanie continued to swear and hiss her master's name, desperate for release. It built up as a wave of heat, all coming to a head as her warmth grappled Aegir's length in a desperate attempt to milk him for his seed. But, it appeared that Aegir was reaching his limit too. He had begun to push against her as she pounded herself on his impaling scimitar.

His projected thoughts began mirror Melanies.

Melanie began twisting her body, swiveling the cock as she became absorbed in her attempt to make him cum.

To think that he had different plans when all this began ... that he was going to devour her brain since Atlantis was going to be destroyed anyway the deed would be hidden. But she had not resisted and even sought him out willingly. With that act he was going to have her wake in class, but he changed his mind as circumstances changes. Now, of course, he would refrain from that end but he was pleasantly surprised by her actions thus far.

He certainly desired to have her in the flesh, in the physical. This was nice of course but he longed for it in the physical realm as well, perhaps because he had been aware that she would resist further, that she would struggle more there against the temptation ... of course he could be wrong if she were aware that this was more then a dream, either result would be pleasing to him, the challenge or her submission the later would please him more, it was a nature after all but either was fine.

Right now though as she road over him twisting this way and that as his fingers pressed into her breasts, a tentacle going to her clit dancing against it as the tingling sensation within him boiled over and a stream of his essence fired inside her depths.

He groaned mental, his upward thrusts slowing, then stopping as sensitivity got the better of him. A tentacle still rubbed against her clit slowly, lazily, as he bled away some of his tampering with her arousal.

Your useful slave ... that was a good start ... good enough to spare you and your family for now at least.

Melanie moaned as she came even harder than before. His seed forced itself into her womb, resting in her body and letting her know:
You are Aegir's.

And now she began to think about it. What had happened to her? What was she thinking? Was she thinking? Did she eat something different?
Why wasn't she waking up yet? Surely, by now, she would at least be waking up from the intense pleasure that had nearly knocked her out.

She stirred a bit. Aegir had congrulated her. And then, he mentioned his satisfaction and her family.
By the gods! She had almost forgotten them!

No... she had completely forgotten them. In her lust, she forgot the faces of the two most important people in her life. What had she become. She leaned against the monster's body, feeling a wave of fatigue win her over.

"Thank you master," she breathed, her breath soft and warm against his rubbery body. Then, he started to toy with her painful pussy again. She was surprised that her arousal was beginning to warm all over again.

I will see you soon, slave ...

The next second she was in class, waking from a doze that no one seemed to notice that she had entered. The professor was still rattling on about the Civil War, Lee's surrender to Grant, how Grant was at Lee's funeral to show his respects to the man ...

One thing that she was aware of in addition to her pussy being wet with desire was that one of the students had been gone but no one seemed to notice or care at this point as if she were never really there to begin with.

"Tomorrow, post war decisions on the fall out of the war," the professor was saying though few were paying attention.

Soon.

The lone word pushed into her head.