I'm almost at my limit, but after all the effort you put in - there's no way I'm going to leave you hanging. Actually, I must properly thank you for a very useful piece of information you've given me.

Letting her sit up, the professor turns to the class, giving her a view of her thighs as she addresses the class.

"We've discussed the effects of adrenaline on the human body, haven't we?" she explains, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder to steady the student who had obediently placed herself as a demonstration. "Next, we'll discuss the effects of another hormone and its effects upon the human body. This particular one we're going to study, is called dopamine, but you might know it as the pleasure chemical."

Several students take notes, and one even tries to unbutton her blouse.

"Dopamine is synthesized in a similar process to adrenaline." the professor explains as she walks back to the table where the girl is sitting up. "It is particularly active in the brain when you experience pleasurable sensations. Maybe eating a good meal, or satisfaction with a good result in your tests. Or perhaps even this."

Without warning, the professor then leans down to the girl on the table, and tenderly kisses her full on the lips, pulling her into an embrace as her ample chest hidden behind her cardigan is pressed down upon her bare chest, the wooly material teasing her nipples again as it slid up to her. Her hand wandered around her nude partner's waist, pulling her in as a shocked gasp went across the classroom. Without missing a beat, the more experienced woman works her tongue into the girl's lips and slowly guides her back down on the table as she shrugs out of the lab coat.

The girl who had tried to unbutton her uniform was now overcome by this display and eagerly opened her blouse as several others began to similarly work their way out of their school uniforms. Even the more shy ones sat back, their eyes eagerly looking on at their betters, their hands quietly working their way into their blouses and skirts. After what seems to be an eternity, the professor leans back and smiles at the girl on the table.

"How was that?" she asks with a coy smile on her face.

Her mind had transitioned from one matter to the next focusing on the present. The past was hazy and as difficult to track as moving from one scenario to another in a dream. Later she would attempt to make sense of it all but for now she dealt with what was in front of her. Caught up in the moment she had not focused on the fact that this creature, whatever it was, had been influencing her like this pressing her to conjure up things that it suggested.

She attempted to rise but was pushed back down upon the marble topped desk. She had been about to protest noting how restless some of the class had become, fingers moving to buttons and squirming in seats after turning around to see her at the back of the room.

An unexpected kiss pressed to her lips, her eyes going wide in response to that tongue. Was the professor the monster? All she could fathom was that she was on display to an entire class and anything could happen. She was still attempting to process the moment even as that tongue slid against her own. Why had hers moved back? The two muscles dueling until the professor drew away from her blushing form.

A look out towards the class for the briefest of seconds then back as it was evident that she would find no help there. She was the subject of a lecture, one of which the class had been eager to watch. It felt strange, unreal. Then again most dreams felt that way.

The question had her blinking as if just coming awake.

“Not bad … what … what's going on?”

"See, that's how hormones work. As you let them work through your body, you'll feel a lot better." the professor explains. "Your homework for this week is to research three different hormones produced by the human body, then write a report on them. You've applied yourself well to this class, and I'm thinking you can take a little break after that little demonstration."

With a gentle, yet firm grip, the professor escorts the girl off the table, through the riled up classroom and back to the closet.

"You've shown initiative, courage and the determination to overcome your shyness to further your studies. I can tell that with that mindset, you're going to be able to do a lot of things in the future." the professor praises the nude girl as she opens the closet, revealing a darkened interior that feels almost comforting compared to the brightness of the class. "I'm expecting great things from you! Now then, go relax. Your face is blushing red at this point."

With that, she gently pushes the girl into the closet and shuts the door. The sound of keys being turned seals her in the relative darkness of the tiny closet as the sounds of the classroom suddenly muffle out. That's when the sensation of numbness starts to drop and she feels her blood flowing again as the murmur of the class finally fades out.

Ah... incredible. We synchronized so well that I think I went and did the impossible...

The distended cock buried in her snatch twitched as it finally ejaculated properly into her with enough force for the hot, gel-like cum to cross her cervix and slowly start to flood her womb. Spurt after spurt began to flow into her as the three-headed cock struggled to hold against the slick vaginal walls. Eventually, its desperate struggle to keep itself embedded against the pressure of the lubricants and fluids it had filled her with began to fail, and slowly - ever so slowly, it slid out of her womb.

The shaft buried in her ass had better luck, not including the fact that it had penetrated so deeply that it was able to utilize her physiology to remain inside her body as it drooled out its own juices, and thrummed with excitement, giving her insides a surreal massage that relaxed her insides and sent waves of warmth rolling through her body.

He held her aloft, his tentacles spread-eagling her in the air and letting her breasts hang like a pair of marvelous fruits for him to admire. The coiled lengths holding her by the waist and the harness of smaller tentacles gently squeezing her breasts ensured that there was no undue pressure on her limbs. For a minute, he reeled back as the desynchronization nausea set in - but he focused on making sure not to lose his grip on his research partner. A fall from this height was utterly harmless to him; but the human girl, lacking the tough skin and the layered muscles to blunt the impact, could suffer possible injuries.

Taking a few deep breaths to avoid the worst of the mental fatigue as it washed over him, he sat back down to focus his mind.

Hmm... without further training, this is my limit. I could go further, but the risk for both of us would be too great. I'd rather not break your mind when I could learn so much from you instead. Anyway, I was wondering why you weren't sprouting wings or anything...

Several smaller - yet equally curious tendrils explored her bare back, giving her sensitive skin something else to keep track of.

The lecture went on somewhat answering her question. The fact that the class had not freaked out indicated that they had been use to this sort of thing happening. She had some bizarre dreams in the past but nothing quit like this. But it all felt so real. Even if her eyes didn't linger on the class for long.

She had been some sort of display for the class, had this dream been meant to rob her of her status, to make her feel inferior to those watching eyes? She had no answers as she was taken off the table and lead back toward the closet. There was something back there … she had a hazy memory that she was unable to lock down upon and yet the closet was comforting in a way. At least it would get her out of sight of all those watching eyes.

“No wait!” Pushed inside the room she heard keys locking her inside. Sounds muted outside though the lecture continued.

Darkness returned to her as another tremble ripped through her body. She felt good, outstanding. In another moment she realized that strange lids were still covering her eyes. A tentacle was in each hand while others sawed in and out of her body. Lifted up, legs outstretched to either side she cried out once more her own voice bouncing off the walls of that near empty classroom.

“OH MY GODDDD!!!!”

She clamped down around those tentacles as she was flooded. Gasping what little energy she had ebbed away as her head slumped to her chest. Still conscious her breasts heaved with each breath. Slowly one of those tentacles slipped out of her depths finally. Cum and other juices falling from her splattering on the floor somewhere beneath her.

Other tentacles added to the moment slipping over her back though the tentacle in her rear remained put. “Need to … catch … my breath ...” she managed between gasps of air as if she were drowning drawing in just enough breath to utter the briefest of words.

Your skill at drawing mental imagery is so great - I could actually smell those other humans in the class you envisioned. You really are incredible.

As he continued to curiously explore her body, he heard her say those words again. This time, he didn't need to pause to translate them and eased off on probing away at her, leaving her hanging from his tentacles. A firm grip on her waist and chest ensured that no undue strain was being put on her limbs as he slowly moved his research partner into a more accessible position, letting the thick tentacle coiled around her neck drop away from her. By now, he figured that by responding to her verbal cues, she would pick up on the fact she could, in fact - communicate with him.

I see, so you prefer this pace. Alright then, go ahead and take a little rest. As for me...

The strange sensation of coldness working across her ass for a few seconds, the strange - cold gel being rubbed onto her perky rear end lasted a few seconds in its natural state, quickly melding with her natural body heat and working a wave of incredibly relaxing heat followed closely by a firm massage that seemed to numb any remnants of pain that could remain in her nethers and butthole. The smooth gel slowly began to work itself into her flesh as the massage continued, soothing the sore holes and skin.

A few moments later, he another another spurt of that cold gel was shot onto breasts. For only a few seconds, they reflected the cold in the air - enough make her nipples go erect before shifting into a comfortable warmth as he set more tentacles to massage her tits. Waiting for a few moments for her body heat to activate the gel, the tentacles then massaged her sensitive chest, letting the gel meld into her skin as it swept across her torso - leaving behind a pleasant tingle that felt warm, yet cool as her body began to depend on touch and hearing after what seemed like hours in this blindfold.

Finally, a thick - well-noduled tentacle began to work around her neck, eventually settling down behind her head and began to massage the area around her neck and head as he slid closer to her.

Good girl.

Again it stopped though in her current state it took her a few minutes for that to click. This nonverbal communication denoted understanding even though it did not speak. She was shifted again from her airborne state left only to imagine her surroundings. It had only then occurred to her that the hoods on her eyes could have been like jumper cables. Instead of charging up a battery they were getting input from her mind, perhaps even feeding those images to her. Or was she just over thinking it?

Cool gel had been deposited on her backside rubbed in against warm flesh it took little effort for that gel to warm up and act as some sort of muscle rub tingling against her skin and sending waves of relief against her. The sensation was sort of numbing, not quit as strong as she could still feel those tentacles moving over her even as one of the bumpy ones worked around her neck messaging the back of her neck.

Another cool blast hit her chest. “Ah!” So sensitive there, nipples stood on end and stung against the air. Other tentacles began messaging her, those modifications done to her kept her thoroughly aroused as she was caught between intense pleasure and pain with how sensitive those orbs were. The rubbing of that gel had been soothing melting away those aches while visiting pleasure upon her at the same time.

Hearing it move closer to her she spent a few minutes breathing heavily with the occasion soft moan tumbling out of her lips.

She didn't know why but it sort of came out. Maybe she was still angling for a bit of power. Maybe she was just curious. Either way she didn't expect an answer.

“You were summoned by the spell?” She figured it had been though here, on this island could on be absolutely sure?

Using the numbing gel as a mask, he had placed the cortex computer right in the small of her back where its onboard instruments easily connected to her skin. With a slow hum, the handheld quantum computer began to scan her, gently examining a small patch of skin just above her ass at first, but as the complex sensor array was deployed, the sampler began to rub a warm nub along her back.

The way she had shuddered as he worked to massage her breasts made him shift his attention. This time, just to make sure, he pulled out one of the sensor pods and carefully ran it across her skin to perform a diagnostic check to make absolutely sure that her ribs weren't cracked or anything. One after the another, he carefully checked her and ensured that she really didn't have any broken ribs. As ge sat back, the cortex computer's diagnostic tool returned a perfect bill of health on his research partner.

Perhaps it was an allergic reaction to the medical gel he had applied to her knee when he had first captured her?

His eyes were drawn to the strange pendant that she once wore. Now that he thought about it, could it have been some kind of talisman she used to focus her magic powers with? Giving the strange locket another look-over, he noticed that there was a strange mechanical mechanism keeping both halves of it together. He had missed that on his cursory inspection and now it called to him; another mystery! Of course, he exercised the utmost caution so as not to damage the pliable metal as his smallest and most dextrous microlimbs carefully turned the 'dial'.

A greed LED and a simple chirp from the computer confirmed that the samples had been collected. As he removed the interface system, his research partner - seemingly having recovered her breath, seemed to ask him a question.

Recovered already? I was sure you'd be out all night. Hm, I don't know what a spell is, but once we realized that humans didn't go exti- uh, yeah. I'm just a freelance explorer.

The confused mess of sounds that emanated from the mass of uncontrolled flaps across his simple trachea sounded less like speech and more like a maelstrom of unrelated sound all clashing together like a rumbling earthquake.

...Bah. I need to practice on that too. Humans can only hear spoken words. Hmmm... what to do...

Small panting breaths passed her lips as she felt the thing feeling her up with those tentacles as they rolled over her back. Then ribs as if searching for something. Of course she was oblivious to what it actually was doing. A gentle caress swept over her, possibly to keep her aroused as she was snared up in it's grasp.

Then it spoke an answer to her … she assumed it had though she was unable to decipher any of that cacophony. She figured that it had understood her based on it's actions thus far. She considered for a moment.

“I … I don't understand. I'll keep it simple.” She gave the tentacle in her right hand a small squeeze. “One squeeze for yes. Two for no. Do you understand that?”

She questioned just in case she had assumed wrong thus far. She waited for some sort of response not even sure that it cared about communicating and was only allowing her some time to recover before beginning the next round.

His brain cluster was working on two tasks while he kept her restrained. The cortex computer continued to work on the samples fed to it as it analyzed the proteins and amino acids it had collected. The first task was to test her limbs and body for any critical failures. With the careful touch of a trained diagnostician, he continued to caress and massage the girl's body - preparing her for the next test.

The next task he was busy with was to unlock the girl's pendant. He took to this as if he was a spawnling playing with a puzzle-box toy back home all those years ago. Perhaps he could uncover how she had utilized magic if he was able to take a look into the insides of this strange trinket?

He had answered the girl, but he was still rather out of practice with human-understandable speech. A few words he could manage, but a sentence was so complex that the simple organs were overwhelmed and all he had managed to was serenade her with a mass of noise from his lungs.

Whoops. I really need to work on that.

That was when she came up with an elegant solution for their language barrier. Of course, touch! Picking up from there, he gave her a firm squeeze on her arm, followed by another firm squeeze on her other arm as she remained suspended from his tentacles. Getting an idea based on what she had said, he began to gently trace human language letters on her sensitive back.

D.O.N.T K.N.O.W W.H.A.T A S.P.E.L.L I.S.
Y.O.U A.R.E M.O.R.E I.N.T.E.R.E.S.T.I.N.G.

With an answer given, he shifted his attention back to the locket he was carefully studying. With a few deft turns of the mechanism, it sprang open to reveal the image of three people. The sound of the locket opening, while muffled - was enough to be picked up by the girl's sense-enhanced hearing in the otherwise-quiet classroom.

This is... a pair of photographs. I was expecting some kind of magical focus or spell enhancer. This must be... is this you as a spawnling? If that's so, these two other humans must be your parents... right?

He breathed a sigh of relief. So far, males in this colony had been exceedingly rare - and he had been fighting back the dread that the human race had been doomed to a slow, painful death. Assuming the worst, he had worked overtime on the human genome sequencing project in a frenzy to ensure that their DNA would survive, somehow.

It understood! The squeezing tentacles affirmed that. Etolie had no time to consider where it had picked up human speech, English at least though she doubted it could use French. Those sounds she heard didn't seem capable of uttering consents and syllables in the same way.

Suspended there she thought about another question, a simple one since this system was far from complex and only allowed for yes or no answers. Or none at all she supposed if the answer was neither of these. At first she missed it, the movement along her back since she was thinking up her next question.

She missed the first letter but was able to figure out the sentence. “Oh. How to explain.” She paused for a second then using what she believed it was she constructed her answer as best as she could. “It's a series of techniques that allow you to reshape reality to generate different effects based on the properties of the spell. Some duplicate tasks, other enhance properties. The stronger it is the more it bends reality.”

When she heard the locket being toyed with she froze. Alarm seized her increasing her heartbeat a little. “Don't break that! Please.” It was priceless, not that she couldn't get the locket replaced but the images inside and the sentimental value of that piece in the first place.

She calmed or at least tried to hearing the spring unlatch revealing the images within. The find would be rather disappointing to anyone but her. The only focus she had was the black ring Arblis gave to her that had been set on one finger. Though the ring didn't do what she believed it to and was a far cry from a focus. Objects were her focus for most of her spells, or rather the few that she had learned.

Oho. So this was the underlying explanation of magic. A series of techniques utilizing esoteric energy forms! This revelation probably blasted a few holes on accepted scientific theory back home, he considered with some amusement. As he looked over the locket, his deep-seated fear slowly melding away at physical proof of viable human breeding, he felt her tense up.

Her voice carried a note of pleading as her heartbeat spiked - begging him not to break it. As he had suspected, this locket must be either very valuable to her - or perhaps a powerful tool in the use of sorcery. Perhaps both. Either way, removing it for further study was out of the question because it would require weeks, perhaps months of brainwashing and reprogramming to make her forget; and even that could be undone by another human pointing out the missing object, forcing her to recall her locket. In fact, bringing a human to his field laboratory would cause significant problems - the massive undersea pressure would crush the girl into a pulpy mash and in such a small colony, her disappearance would become noticeable right away. So, using the cortex computer's image sampler, he placed the necklace on a nearby table, then took a photograph of its contents.

This will have to do for now.

Up until now the plan had been to collect DNA samples, figure out their gamete systems and use them as the basis of a cloned race, with their peak biotechnological researchers handling the process. With this discovery, they could bypass the error-prone cloning process and the use of artificial wombs and get proper, myriad generational humans with solid genetics that would last them millenia. The databases he had salvaged from their library would surely come in useful to the assembly of such a breeding program...

The girl's breathing had shallowed and her body was still tensed up. Did she care so much about this simple trinket? Perhaps he should set her mind at ease. Tapping her bare back to get her attention, he began to trace letters on her skin again...

D.O N.O.T W.O.R.R.Y
I.T I.S F.A.R T.O.O U.S.E.F.U.L T.O D.E.S.T.R.O.Y
R.E.L.A.X
W.I.L.L T.H.E.R.E B.E A.N.Y.T.H.I.N.G E.L.S.E.?

Etolie had been unaware of what it was doing. Nor did she know about the lower numbers of males in this sector of space. Earth had been blessed perhaps. Either a home world where others in the distant past left to travel the stars or one where it's species had been taken to the stars by other species had been unknown to her. How many of those species derived energy or sustenance from human females had been something that she had been ignorant of.

How other settlements broke out across the galaxy had not been her concern, not that she had known about any of it figuring that others were coming to Earth. Etolie had been partially correct, aliens were coming here but it was she that had no longer been on her home world.

Right now her focus had been upon the present. Mainly that locket. Still tense she had to pay attention as a tentacle tapped her on the back first to get her attention then begin spilling out each letter. A brief pause told her when a word had been completed and she was speaking out loud when it had finished giving a slow voice to those words.

“Just one more,” she said, the gel feeling pleasant against her skin as it tingled and relaxed tired and sore muscles. She didn't suspect an answer, not a real one. It's alphabet was bound to be different, those sounds made no sense to her but maybe there was something, an equivalent that was good enough or something it went by. Perhaps it didn't go by anything or was part of a hive mind.

“What is your name? What are you called?” If it had a sense of self she would have to reclass it's gender. It was alien and could have been female for all she knew. After all it was gentler than what she came to expect from the males on the world. Though there was that one time with a hermaphrodite … she simply was clueless and would have to make a gut decision on the matter.

He had finally made a 3D- archival image of the locket which he could browse at his leisure. Satisfied with the digital reproduction, he carefully levered the locket shut, and placed it back on a nearby table, the nearly-silent sound of it closing, and the clinking chains being picked up by the girl's incredible senses with ease.

Hoh... humans are naturally a curious species. He finally thought to himself as he listened to her question.

It is their natural aplomb to know the unknown that must have made them the chosen pets of the Ancients, he thought. Even domesticated, they had the potential to be more than just a warm, breathing pin-up or a fleshy bed-warmer. Their natural adaptability, made them extremely desirable pets. Properly trained, they could perhaps serve as a bridge assistants, or even a scouting force for colonizing more terran-like planets?

He barely managed to stop going off on a tangent with his fantasies, and to his human captor, this momentary pause must've looked as a moment of confusion as his simple lungs exhaled, almost sounding like a distorted 'huh?'. Trying to throw her off the true nature of his mission, he feigned ignorance for now as he continued to slather her body with that warm gel that felt like a warm, comfortable blanket against the cold air in the empty class room.

I A.M I. The shaft traced across her sensitive back, now delicate enough to sense the tip working on writing the letters had a curious, spiral ribbing. T.H.A.T I.S W.H.A.T Y.O.U W.A.N.T.E.D?

The tentacles then suddenly paused around her nude form, then began to slowly coil around her body, pushing her up towards the ceiling as the mass of flesh shifted below her. Smaller tendrils worked arousal into her body as they worked their way up her body. That erect shaft that had once eagerly plumbed her depths gave the soft flesh between her cunt and her butthole a playful 'lick' as his upper limbs went to grasp her tits.


A.R.E Y.O.U R.E.A.D.Y.?
L.E.T.S P.L.A.Y

The tension left her as she heard the locket being closed and deposited nearby, probably on a desk or other elevated surface off the ground somewhere to her right. She had no idea about the thought process of this alien and had been confused by the sound she heard.

Had it been a name? Had it used it's own dialect again? She had been turning this over when another tentacle spelled out an answer that still kept her confused. It seemed to have an understanding of self but didn't have a name. She could rule out a hive mind or a collective unless her beliefs there had been wrong and each member had a sense of self as a piece of the whole. Both thoughts of being an individual and part of something greater.

Did it have a name apart from that? So many thoughts fluttered through her head as more gel had been rubbed up against her. The grasp of some on her breasts got a gasp out of her as she was lifted higher feeling him shifting. Some coiled about her while another made a teasing lick against her. Other tentacles spelled out a question to her which cut into her thoughts about it's name. His name?

She had to pay attention to the construction of those letters again. A word completed. A pause. Then the next word.

“Yes,” she answered. “I am ready now.”

He had to exert every iota of self-control to stop jumping around excitedly as she replied with grace and obedience. For one, it'd look unprofessional, and more importantly - she was still rather tied up in his coils and could get seriously hurt if he did that. So, taking another breath to steady his excitement, he began to tease her breasts - the sucker-tipped shafts playfully sniffing around her erect nipples. Gently pushing her backward to reveal her tight rear end to the set of shafts waiting to dive in, that velvety tendril continued to 'lick' her holes until they were dripping with a combination of its lubricant, and her own juices.

Adjusting his grip on her waist, he slid up close to her and added another anchoring set of tentacles to her ankles, allowing her some level of freedom of movement by shifting her hips and legs. This way, she could select her preference by moving her body and pushing up against the shaft with the hole she preferred. He would have his fun later... once she was willing to do more.

Leaving the cortex computer on the table alongside the girl's locket to process the data it had received so far, he completed the ensemble by playfully dangling a free shaft that playfully ran across her lips, depositing a thin layer of that slippery gel that sent a comfortable wave of warmth into her tongue. Following this, each of the shafts made their presence known by gently tapping on her lips, breasts, pussy and ass hole and waiting just out of reach. If she moved her head, hips or chest, she could pick out whatever she liked now that he had adjusted his grip on her.

All through this, the smaller tendrils that had been working quietly to tease, caress and massage her body shifted into a faster pace - subtly striking at her preferred points to work her into a state of carnal delight as the ribbed lengths jostled against her sensitive skin, now flushed and able to sense even the flow of air. Blindfolded as she was for such a long term, her body was rapidly adapting and rerouting her senses to her hearing and touch. This, he utilized further by using his secretions to improve her sensitivity even further.

Perhaps it was time to reward her.

P.I.C.K Y.O.U.R P.R.E.F.E.R.E.N.C.E.