The prefect manages a look of confusion at Etolie's declaration, but when a powerful tentacle pushes itself into the prefect's cum-sodden cunt, she lets out a yowl of pleasure - while her face makes it clear that she's disgusted at having to take this. In fact, she tries to push Etolie away, but the tentacles surrounding his students lash out, blocking her feeble attack and binding her up even more.

"Nooo faaaiir...." the once-haughty prefect moans out as her arms are roughly pulled up, giving Etolie a splendid view of her breasts, her torso and her hips that are now inadvertently bucking against the tentacle cock wriggling inside her, pushing out the remaining wads of cum from her well-used pussy.

"Like this, then?"

That's when another powerful, muscular tentacle pressed up against Etolie's cunt, the tapered tip easily working its way through into her - followed closely by muscular rings brushing up against all her good spots as he took her again. More lengths coiled around her thighs, pinning her in place as he took her.

"... want to tease her a little longer, or should we take turns?"

Etolie didn't bother asking the prefect what wasn't fair. Several things just were. She grinned which went unseen. A flick of her tongue ran against a nipple. Reflexively she pulled back at the attack. Not that she had too as tentacles intercepted the attacks. Even if they landed there wouldn't have been much power generated in them given how restrained the girl was.

She was bound up even more as a consequence. She shuddered as he continued. Her redirected senses were far better then they had been. She wasn't overwhelmed given the way that he had focused her but that spike had pressed her to her limits with ease.

A different tentacle sampled her nethers. Pressing inside her drenched sex. Walls were forced to expand around him. Sealed over him as if attempting to hinder his progress inside her. More tentacles coiled about her. Holding and touching her as she was filled. Her mind barely able to manage to stay focused as she was ravished.

“Yes! Mmhm. Like that.” She answered with enthusiasm. Etolie was punch drunk in pleasure. Her head drifted away from that breast, her grip on that tentacle paused after his latest question.

For a moment she glanced at the strung out prefect. Then she nodded. “Take turns … ahh ...”

Her voice quavered a little. “I think she needs some gel too.” Noting that the prefect was still trying to fight this. As hopeless as escape was for her at that moment.

“Take turns … ahh ...” Etolie responded, having a good time with the ridged tool squirming in her cunt, the threadlike extensions worming out of the ducts lining it slowly brushing up against pleasant nerve endings just right. As it settled inside her, it shifted to a pleasant girth, not too large, not too small and her powerful vaginal muscles returned it's eager curiosity by clamping down hard on it.

"Alright, then I'll go first."

“I think she needs some gel too.” Etolie observed, as his tentacles continued to push into the still struggling prefect. The motion of her lungs to let out a moan was visible now as her muscles tensed up, and the reaction was instantaneous - more of those oily tentacles wrapping around her mouth to muffle that part-scream, part-moan as the prefect's ass was conquered as well, pushed into an 'o' shape by the slick intruder. Rivulets of semen dripped out from the well-used prefect as her hips began to instinctively jostle against the muscular duo that had driven themselves into her depths.

"Hmmm... perhaps." he mused, considering this course of action. "After she's had her fun. Can't have those other humans finding out about this, correct?"

The prefect didn't respond to his voice at all, despite how close he sounded. Blindfolded as she was, she turned her head to where she had heard Etolie speak.

"Please... don't..." the prefect begs as the tentacles continue to coil around her arms and neck, keeping her in place. Her previous extracurricular activities had already left her exhausted as it is - thrashing and trying to break free of those powerful tentacles had taken the last of her strength and she hung slack as the twin tentacles easily took the plunge into her holes. The crowd she had been with had filled up her ass quite well, judging by the sheer volume of cum that now dribbled down her thighs, providing an impromptu lubricant for the tentacles to use.

"Go ahead and play with her while you wait." he finally spoke.

“AH!” It felt good. Feeling him inside her. Etolie's pussy quavered around him as he pushed in. Neither too large nor too small. With all the extra sensory input affecting her she was abuzz with so many things. Warmth spread throughout her body. That length felt like a lightning bolt infusing her.

Further her excitement was charged up as he continued. Her frame shaking as he took both holes. She could feel how full she had felt. Even while this was occurring a part of her remained aware of what was going on around her. At least what was important in the here and now. Etolie lost track of the guards below focusing on just the room and more to the point herself, him and the prefect.

She heard the prefect speak. Afraid of the gel? It made some sense since the girl didn't know the effects. She was worried about that cum from the humans. With no reference she didn't know if the prefect thought the gel would be painful or impregnate her. Of course with her understanding of biology Etolie was aware that the guests were incompatible with the humans as far as she was aware. Of course there was all sorts of magic she couldn't take into account. There was so much media regarding fictitious demon spawn and such.

Was there any truth to it? Probably not. Etolie's knowledge was based only on what other humans uncovered. But if the prefect didn't know any better so be it. Instead of allaying those fears Etolie played too them.

“You're probably already pregnant. Soo ahhh much cum. It will feel so good but you'll have to wait.” She grinned, which went unseen for now.

She needed no prompting as those tentacles held the prefect immobile. Others ravished her body. Again she took a breast in her mouth. Her tongue curling around that nipple, teeth tugging and stretching it. The tentacle she was guiding into the prefect felt the resistance of that body as it fought against the one in her ass. Rubbing against it too through that thin wall of flesh. It was different from what she was feeling unless he aided her with the strength to push into the prefect.

“Such big tits. I bet it gets you a lot of attention.” She could taste cum, in fact she could distinguish differences. Those orbs may have been wiped clean at the time but Etolie could taste three different residues. Her senses so primed, those tits a target for some of them. Probably that face too. It was impossible for her to tell if that smell was from the cum that had once been on those tits or all the excess cum leaking out of her.

The tendrils moving inside Etolie's ass continued to split and crumble apart, seeming to form a fine mat of fibers as they pressed against her insides in an odd, shifting pattern that drew her attention for a brief moment before senses focused on what she was interested in - allowing her to focus on her prey rather than get distracted by sensory input from outside.

Her second sight, already enhanced as it was - was compounded by her sense of smell, taste and touch allowing her to taste everything the exhausted, busty prefect had to offer. As the prefect's lungs moved as if in slow motion to scream, the tentacles coiling around her roughly pushed into her mouth, muffling her desperate, final cry for help. The prefect's tongue worked across the twitching texture of this newcomer before she retches in disgust at having to take such a length into her throat. Her stomach heaved and her body struggled, trying to push it out - but the prefect was already exhausted, and the slick, oily liquid that spilled from the corners of her soft, well-maintained lips smelled so good. The prefect's ample breasts were fondled roughly, the flat-tipped tongues brushing across her nipples ever so slightly to keep her wanting. When she started to hyperventilate, the tentacle that was attempting to deepthroat her slowly pulled back, leaving a slick mess on her lips that the prefect licked it up almost as if on instinct before retching again.

“You're probably already pregnant. Soo ahhh much cum. It will feel so good but you'll have to wait.”

When Etolie drew attention to all the cum now drooling out of the prefect's well-worked cunt, the spasm of fear that worked through her nerves was almost visible as the prefect tried to look around towards the corner of the room.

Her ragged breathing was rich with the scent of fear, shame... and arousal. The oily liquid on her lips lingered, as the prefect's resolve slowly crumbled under Etolie's teasing and the tentacles constantly working through her. Her hips moved against the tentacles as they continued to fuck her ass and pussy all at once. The exhausted prefect could only lie back and take the punishment Etolie meted out by deftly controlling the tentacles to stroke, tease and molest the prefect as she was fucked hard. The way Etolie's senses were molded with his, she easily picked out the oncoming climax as the duo of tentacle cocks continued to rail against the prefect.

The thing fucking the prefect's cum-packed cunt suddenly halted, and after a moment to press into her depths, began to ejaculate inside her. This drew her out of her stupor and began to struggle, wasting whatever little stamina she had built up. The gobs of cum being shot into her was visible clear as day to Etolie's enhanced senses, and the prefect groaned in disgust as the cum painted her drenched vaginal walls. Her torment was far from over, as the duo of tentacles suddenly eased off their hard fucking, then pulled out. The thing in her ass had waited all this time, then spewed that pleasant-smelling gunk all over her cute and firm ass.

"I have a fun idea, Etolie." he instructed her, after giving her a moment to savor the prefect's immodest orgasm as she struggled to push whatever she could out of her nethers. "Push her down and get on top."

Etolie's senses were scrambled. She felt things in the air, a combination of visual, audio and olfactory cues that told her things. She felt those emotions even as she was fucked. Her mind cutting out some of her enhanced senses focusing others to crystal sharp clarity. Before now she wouldn't have imagined that all this could be processed.

For ages she realized there were well more than the five senses. Things like echolocation, scenting blood or even magnetic fields. Animals had so many that were not open to her. Some where now. She could taste the prefect's growing arousal. Her fear, her disgust and even how close she was.

She even sensed how close he was prior to feeling the gush of liquids rushing through the held tentacle as the prefect was filled once more. Etolie's grin deepened. She heard the prefect retching, wondering if the fear she was feeling was what was to come or the face that she now had additional jizz to deal with.

“Oh my. I wonder who the daddy will be. So many choices. I guess we'll have to wait and see. Have you ever realized why some students disappear for a time? Some never come back at all.” She teased. Not knowing what was going on with the labs or why this was the case. It was a simple observation that she had never given much thought of before.

As things slowed down Etolie nodded at those words. With the prefect's back against the wall she had to pull her away a little. Just far enough away that she was flat against the floor. Briefly she tasted of those lips.

“You look marvelous when you cum.” She then crawled over the prefect. Looking over her shoulder and up she was hit by a small wave of dizziness. “Ready.”

She pressed her upper body down, their tits smashing together as she lifted her embedded ass up making it easier for him to take her.

“Oh my. I wonder who the daddy will be. So many choices. I guess we'll have to wait and see. Have you ever realized why some students disappear for a time? Some never come back at all.” She teased, and the prefect's heartbeat pulsed even faster as her blindfolded eyes moved desperately against the velvet-smooth flesh. Despite her sheer terror at being violated by something she had seen for a brief moment, her erect nipples, dripping wet cunt and how her tongue seemed to almost unintentionally lick at the insides of her mouth, digging up the few remaining dregs inside her.

"w-what are you?..." the prefect gasped weakly, fear thick in her voice as she is pulled away to the floor, only to be silenced by Etolie kissing her full on the lips before she pulled back. Of course, what he had in mind was completely different - threadlike tentacles brushed up against Etolie's wet snatch, seeming to push themselves into her depths for a moment before the alien input resolved itself - each tendril folding around one another like a helix until it eventually formed a twitching, powerful rod that waited for the tentacle in her pussy to pull away before taking its place. The way each separate tentacle moved as it slide into her depths before latching onto her vaginal lips was pleasant by itself, but it was only when the other end brushed up against the prefect's ass.

"Perfect."

When the twitching rod began its slow, yet inexorable journey into the prefect's well-lubricated ass, the duo of tentacle cocks seemed to almost vibrate in delight. The way the larger tentacles coiled around the two girls was seemingly random at first, but thanks to Etolie's enhanced senses, it was clear exactly what he had in mind after a few moments of observation.

"Fuck her hard." he seemed to smile as the smaller tentacles steadied themselves on Etolie's snatch. "Use your newfound power to punish her for daring to intrude upon your experiments."

It was the strangest thing - as if the prefect couldn't hear his voice at all despite the fact he sounded close enough to be standing right next to her.

[sorry for the lateness I thought I posted to the thread last week, must have saved my response as a draft and forgot to send it ]


Etolie could taste that fear. She could hear the constant pounding of the prefect's heart even as the air was continued to be saturated by her own arousal. She sought answers. She wondered and Etolie could have explained that she was simply a student. It was better if the prefect believed her to be more than that. She may have thought that she was one of the guests. It wouldn't matter since the prefect would be hit with her memory spell after. Or maybe not. She could already imagine her reaction when seeing her on campus, always wondering as to her real nature. Was she simply on of them in disguise? Was she possessed? It could be interesting. She'd decide that later.

After pulling her from the wall and releasing that kiss she did decided to answer. "Oh, you have other things to worry about.” She twisted a nipple then gasped herself as she felt those spaghetti thin tendrils bunching up against her sex. Each twisted and curled over one another increasing their girth as they pressed up against her.

Etolie felt something behind her bending down towards the prefect. It was as if they had been sharing the same tendril. She had already felt other appendages slipping out of a tentacle and figured that was what he was doing now. Those threads allowing them to sync up to the same tentacle.

She heard those instructions clearly. Even as sharp tingles race through her with those entwining motions inside her, even though he was not thrusting away at her. It felt good, her sharper senses allowing even those small movements to blaze through her.

The prefect didn't react to his words at all. Were they shared mind to mind? In a language that was clear to her due to this connection they had? Etolie didn't question the matter much.

“You ruined my fun earlier. Now you'll have to pay.” Her hips slammed down impaling herself on those tendrils. That caused her to cry out sharply. She wasn't use to just how intense this was. Still she rose and fell in rapid succession. Feeling a sense of what was happening to the girl beneath her as she too was filled.

Breasts pressed to breasts. She heard each breath, each cry, each squelch of her well lubricated pussy. Already she felt a greater heat clawing at her torso, the rapidly budding arousal in full bloom hit her like a sledge hammer.

Somehow she managed to press through this. Her ass raising even higher so as not to impede the tentacles moving down at the prefect. Even so each brush against her ass was pleasant as it passed due to the increased senses.

“Y-You fucking like that? AHH!” Clenching around those tendrils as she came Etolie kept up that pace for as long as she could. Her mind buzzing with all the sensory input attempting to insert itself and demand her attention.

(Ah okay. Well then, let's continue the fun.)

The way Etolie took on the role of apex predator was a fascinating sight to behold as she led the assault on the prefect's body. Arousal ran through his body as he watched his clever student exact vengeance on this nosy prefect. The fact that several guards had tired of her bossing them around and punished her in their own way earlier was just the cherry on top. Exhausted from her ordeal, the prefect could only put up a token amount of resistance - not that it mattered, the powerful tentacles broke any attack directed at Etolie with graceful ease.

“You ruined my fun earlier. Now you'll have to pay.” Etolie warned the prefect before her hips slammed down driving the twitching compound shaft into the moaning prefect. Too weak to even scream, she shuddered in unmatched pleasure as Etolie impaled herself on those tendrils. As the sense-enhancing drugs flowed into her, the tentacles latched onto Etolie's snatch relayed every erotic detail of what was happening - as if she was watching the action up close and personal.

Still lubricated by the multiple ejaculations, the gooey spunk still lingering in the prefect's ass provided plenty of lubrication as Etolie drove the tentacle cock into the prefect's ass in a single stroke, drawing a low moan of pain and delight. Of course, the tentacles didn't leave her to do all the work - shifting up between the two girls, they groped their breasts for a few moments before utilizing the prefect's cum-soaked skin to slide a pair of twitching tentacles between their tits.

“Y-You fucking like that? AHH!” Etolie whispered into the prefect's ear as the tentacle cock she was guiding with her hips settled into a steady, hard-pounding rhythm that had the prefect's eyes crossing in raw pleasure as she was fucked hard. Her cunt now drooled freely, further lubricating the alien shaft that rode her and these sensations were collected, focused and relayed directly into Etolie's mind. A brief moment of respite came when the tentacles gathering around them finally pulled them back ever so slightly - only for a pair of suckers to latch onto her erect nipples. A similar pair bit down on the prefect's large tits, causing her to buck wildly - but impaled as she was on the dripping shaft, it only served to arouse her even more.

And just like that the brief break was gone, as the tentacles guided Etolie to fuck their catch even harder while the suckers played with her tits, moving the 'tongues' in slow, delicate circles around her nipples that added a fresh set of motion for her to enjoy. The prefect seemed to have no such luck - the suckers on her tits bit down hard, causing her to arch her back in a wild mixture of pain and pleasure as the oozing lengths began to tug and bite on her erect nipples.

She got as good as she gave. Violent, quick thrusts delivered to the prefect only set her ablaze as she felt those tendrils flowing inside her sex.

“Good God!” Etolie cried out as she fought against the never ending pleasure. As she continued it became a little easier to focus out some of these sensations. But each twist, thrust and motion of the bucking prefect below her caused her head to swim in pleasure.

It wasn't long before she felt an explosion rip through her. Etolie slowed only to find that he picked up that slack. Thrusting straight into her, drawing out that orgasm. It seemed to go on forever, either one after another or one long sustained one.

“AHHH!!! OHHH!!!!” Her cries echoed in the bathroom. Tentacles peeled her back just enough to attack her and the prefect's breasts. Suckers attached to her sensitive nipples. They stung even as a caress against her orbs swept over her.

Etolie gasped. Collecting herself a bit as she gathered her second wind she began to move quicker. Her words were like grunts, a pause between each as she uttered them. “Fucking … ungh … take … ahhh … that … ohhh!”

Leaning down she bit the earlobe of the busty prefect as she drove that tentacle deep into her ass. At the same time she impaled herself. It was unlikely she would last much longer at this break neck pace especially while under this drug enhancement. That much made clear as she continued to quiver around those tendrils.

Finally, the prefect's final defenses crumbled as her hips began to move against Etolie's, welcoming that composite tentacle into her ass as an orgasm punched through her stiff body, making her muscles go slack. Etolie could *feel* the girl's eyeballs roll up inside her head, the sensations caught easily by the fleshy blindfold that covered her eyes. Likewise, the rest of the tentacles holding her in place seemed to feed back sensations right into her mind, the way she moved, the rush of air in her lungs, the wild beating of her heart, the way her womb swelled out ever so slightly with its gooey payload.

The tentacles working the girls over weren't done. Driven by Etolie's need for release, they continued to aggressively grope her tits, while the thing latched onto her nethers shifted to service another fantastic spot inside her. The thing in her ass moved ever so slightly to pleasure both her tight anal muscles and some really good spots in her depths. The suckers on her nipples had slowed down now, threadlike tentacles 'licking' her sensitive tips as they gradually slowed down her ascent into climax, letting her savor the sensation.

The prefect had no such luck. She was ridden roughshod, her orgasm ignored as the tentacles aggressively went for a second round. Her breasts were bound and the suckers tugged on her nipples hard, drawing muffled moans and erotic gasps from her as she was teased, tormented, fucked and played with. By the time her third orgasm had smashed through her body, the prefect was in no condition to fight back at all - even when the suckers on her jugs picked up the pace.

"Let me go..." the prefect's voice is weak, quivering now as Etolie continued to ride her ass hard. "I need to go back to them..."

“FUCK!!!” Etolie gasped. She felt feedback from two sources. Feeling his pleasure along with the prefect's. Clamping down on him as she came. Drenching that tentacle as the other buried itself in her backside. The one in her pussy going a bit quicker now with the motions of the prefect beneath her.

They were connect. Had she not been spent by those guards and endured a chain of orgasms herself she might have managed to turn the tables on her fucking back as good as she was getting in order to crumble Etolie even more than she was now.

Licks eased up on her breasts drawing out that pleasant sensation that fired through her. She continued on as best as she could. Every movement no matter how small sent a surge of pleasure through her core. She couldn't help but gasp out in ecstasy.

Etolie managed to grab her second wind. Processing all these inputs had been difficult at first leaving her confused as to what she should be feeling. Her body had been transformed into one big nerve. She could even experience things with her hair and nails. Just as she was getting better acquainted with these things the prefect spoke from beneath her. That voice weak attributing to her exhaustion. It was clear to Etolie that the prefect couldn't fight back now.

“What's that? You prefer those barbarians?” She pressed down on the tentacle even harder. A spike of pleasure shot through her as she did so but she knew that a tentacle would dig down into that ass.

“I guess we'll see how important you are to them. See if they come back. I wonder what they'd think of this whole mess.” She teased as the prefect was tormented further. She could almost feel those twists and tugs to her abused breasts. Maybe because hers had been so sensitive she could emphasize though Etolie couldn't care less as to how she was actually feeling.

“Or maybe they'll punish you even more when you get back. I couldn't put it past them.” She glanced around for any tools she could use. Then she spotted one, something the janitor must have forgotten hen tidying up.

Beneath one of the sinks she spied a plunger. It being out of reach she gestured towards it. “Mind … ah … getting that for me?”

As she continued to fuck the prefect hard, Etolie felt the thing in her ass twitch and slowly start to withdraw, notably shutting down some of her more enhanced senses as it continued to slide out of her. However, this brief interlude gave her some breathing room as her own sensitivity plummeted down from their shared heights. As the narrow length popped out from her, something larger pressed against her backside - something that felt less like a tentacle and more like a mass of living, twitching organs. The tapered shape of this intruder, already slick with it's own juices allowed a relatively easy entry into her anal hole, thanks in part to how relaxed she had become knowing just what was the return. Her ass spread with each slow inch the newcomer slid into her depths, the nodules, pods, and tongue-like things massaging her inside out.

And like how a building recovering from a blackout, her senses began to shift upwards again - sharper, stronger... clearer than ever. At this point, the blindfold covering her eyes made absolutely no obstacle. It was as if she was having her way in a brightly-lit room, or out in the campus area during the daytime. The sight of those tentacles still caused a dull ache, but they were so muffled behind the raw pleasure of the prefect's erotic hip-thrusts and her body's violation. The things sucking on her erect nipples, the tongue-like things teasing her erogenous zones and the nodule-lined thing brushing up against her clit eased off to let her get used to her sensory adjustment before settling back to their individual tasks.

As she took on her second wind, something warm began to flood into her womb again - the soft heat burning away the soreness of her groin as it pooled around inside her for a bit, then spread out in waves through her as her body absorbed the tentacle cock's ejaculation, leaving her body ready to take the nosy prefect to even higher pleasures.

When the prefect finally started begging, he watched with some amusement as Etolie refered to the guards that had their way with the prefects, drawing further information from her before drowning any thought of resistance by slamming the pseudo-cock into the girl's surprisingly-tight rear.

"N-no! T-they said AH! AAAHHHH!"

"They said Ah, ahhhh? What is she talking about?" he spoke, clearly amused by Etolie's rough interrogation.

“I guess we'll see how important you are to them. See if they come back. I wonder what they'd think of this whole mess.”

"N-no... it's ... They said if I went back... pills..."

Whatever the prefect had to say after that was trampled completely underfoot as her body twisted in the throes of a wild multiple orgasm. The powerful jawed suckers on her tits didn't seem to stop with their hard treatment, tugging hard on her nipples every now and then to keep her on her toes.

By the time her tongue had vocalized the middle of that sentence, the tentacle loosely wrapped around her forearm had peeled off, leaving a sticky, sweet-smelling residue on her arm as it unwound itself from her, following her directions with ease. By the time she had finished, the length had deftly coiled around the handle of the plunger, and brought it over, placing the handle on her outstretched palm.

"... she said something about pills. I wonder what that means." he seemed to be thinking out loud.

The noise from the multitude of sensations begins to ease up. Etolie is giving a small reprieve as the thing in her ass first adjusts then withdraws. Things are still as clear but not as abundant allowing her to process fewer things at once. Her breathing is hard, played with breasts rise and fall.

Energy begins to restore itself while her mind tackles fewer things. That is until he returns with a larger appendage. No not larger, she realizes soon enough. Many more. Some of the flatter tentacles, others with nodules or ridges. She freezes, eyes going wide beneath the “blindfold”.

“It's too bigAHHH!” She manages. Feeling them squirming and pushing against one another as many advance. They are well received as they pack into her backside. A slow advance has her perceptions ratch back up. Like turning a dial more of her is filled as more clarity comes to her at the same time.

Somehow her mind adapts better. The increase being slow and not overwhelming as he plugs back in. Other tentacles take a break from her tits and clit allowing her to adapt quicker. Etolie gasps as a shudder courses through her. She takes a moment. Then recovering she envisions that mass at her backdoor. Some tentacles not invited to the party latch on to her ass cheeks allowing him to control his motions.

Only the jarring actions of the prefect below brings her around. Her pussy feels those counter thrusts. Even as he takes more control and fucks the prefect harder she in return feels the opposite end bury itself inside her clenching depths. It's quit the opposite then the ones entering her backside adding an element to her enhancements that she could not quit explain. It was tough analyzing the fast motions with the slow ones each blurring together.

Words were crystal clear. A portion of her senses picked up on them and processed them. Another portion responded. It was as if her mind was fractured. Each analyzing and processing something different in most cases.

color=#00FF00] “Pills will do you no good now. Not unless they happen to be morning after ones.”[/color] To think she'd let herself be used like that so cheaply. Commoners.

Getting her hands on the plunger she studies it. The texture so alien, well that and it's the first time she's touched one. She had servants for menial work. It carried a faint odor despite not having been used in a while. This she attested to her olfactory senses as they were now.

“Mmm … ahhh ... she collected herself before going on. “She's taking about birth control. To prevent pregnancy. At least that's what I AH think.” She paused riding out her orgasm. Walls collapsed and shivered around the liquid that filled her. It spread out inside her belly warming her further from within.

She sags a little. Waves lapping over her she nearly forgets what she wanted the plunger for. Still she is battered by her orgasms to the point that she cannot react until they die down some. Only then can she prop herself back up. Bringing the end of that plunger against the sex of the prefect she uses the handle end to trace along that slit.

“If it's cum you're worried about perhaps I should get it out … still the damage is probably done by now.” Etolie considers aloud as she ponders which end to use.

“It's too bigAHHH!” She gasps out - only for the thing to adjust its size by blending in tighter, reducing its noticeable girth a little as the words tumble out from her lips. The changes are instant, as if he's completely connected to her thoughts. The way he had allowed her to take the wooden tool, and now this - there was little doubt that he had an understanding of exactly what she needed. When her walls press against them, the strange organs swell out to pleasure her with a combination of twitching nodules and tentacles, but when her insides stretch out, the things ease back, keeping a modicum of balance so as not to push her too far.

“Pills will do you no good now. Not unless they happen to be morning after ones.” Etolie explained as she took the plunger. " “Mmm … ahhh ... She's taking about birth control. To prevent pregnancy. At least that's what I AH think.”"

When Etolie explained what the prefect had meant by 'pills', he seemed genuinely interested - paying attention to what she had to say as the suckers on her nipples eased off, only speaking when she was done.

"...fascinating." he finally said, letting the smaller tentacles resume their slow, erotic dance on her body - however, the suckers and the composite tentacle cock slowed down even further to let her build some coherent thoughts as she studied the odd tool she had asked him to get. The prefect had no such luck - fucked this way and that, her eye-catching tits groped hard and her tits sucked on hard, she let out a cry of ecstasy as she was pushed and pulled through another wild orgasm. Of course, even as she buckled under the rough treatment, the tentacles didn't really stop.

“If it's cum you're worried about perhaps I should get it out … still the damage is probably done by now.” Etolie considers aloud as she ponders which end to use.[/quote]

"Should we mess with her a little more?" he suggested. "I have a fun idea."