The plane had once more come in and the new students had filed out to the dorms and such getting settled in. In years past he might have had one of his nodes monitoring the airport, delivering notes to himself though that was not the case any longer. If Aegir needed to take notes he had to do so himself.

The bump at the back of his head was the evidence of the latest node he was “birthing” though that one was going to Nell, they had an arrangement that he sought to keep.

So he had not gone to the airport. That was two days ago. Besides, he had other ways to accquire the information he was after.

Aegir slept, camoflauged in the trees. He enoyed it here for the sunlight wasn't too harsh save for at the clearings of course given the canopy above his head. His pigment now was brown as he was concealed against the bark or the trees but white eyes opened into narrow slits as he heard a distant sound that awoke him.

He could sense the brain waves of a terrified student and the monster Thudd, a large ogre-like creature in pursuit as it crashed through undergrowth. Soon the pair had left his sensing range and he tried to return to sleep but couldn't.

Aegir sensed the approach of another mind, one of the new arrivals that he had choosen not to meet at the airport the other day. Regretful, she was rather cute and while that was not always a criteria for him it did help …

He casually turned in her approaching direction. He casually scrolled through her memories, then current thoughts as he felt that he should welcome her to the island.

Two days had passed and homesickness had set in. Homesickness for the only home Cynthia had ever truly had. She missed her parents. She missed her friends. She missed her cat . . . The litany of things she'd left behind flowed through her mind, driving her to distraction.

She was lonely, but there was no one on the island she could turn to. Ironically, her loneliness made it harder for her to meet people since she had less will to deal with her social anxiety. That made the campus, with its abundance of other girls oppressive. She needed to get away; to clear her head.

Thus if was that Cynthia set out on a path marked "nature trail." Though she had no classes that day, she was dressed in her uniform - except for a pair of good walking shoes. Unlike some girls, she found the outfit cute. And while she might have been embarrassed to wear something so revealing in the city, she didn't see the harm in it here where there were no boys to ogle her. Besides wearing it gave her a slight measure of comfort, knowing her attire would be sanctioned and wouldn't make her stand out any more than usual.

She paused at the edge of the campus proper to stretch. Of course, that made her skirt ride up repeatedly. That did fluster her some. Showing off her legs and figure was one thing; flashing her panties to everyone was something else entirely. When she was finished, she was flushed with more than exertion and she set off at a brisk pace, eager to get away from anyone who might have noticed.

Once among the trees, Cynthia's cheeks finally cooled, fading to the almost stark white of her natural - if abnormal - color. Her long pink hair, unbound as usual, swirled behind her in the breeze. Her ice blue eyes eagerly surveyed the wonders of the natural world around her.

But somewhere in the back of her mind, the litany kept on rolling . . .

So, she was lonely … well, perhaps she needed some company he mused, not that she really had a choice in the matter, however.

Aegir was always calculating though, always considerate of the future and what it might hold. Now his powers over the mind had been formidable indeed so an error in judgement, a missed step and he could easily fix the matter.

Now he pondered the pink haired student for a moment as he perused her history and hobbies. He paused when uncovering her interest in roleplaying but noted that for later. There were no other players around and starting up a game would take too much time anyway but that was not to say that he couldn't perform a game of his own, at least a little.

Currently he was rifling through her mind of the nastier sorts of creatures in her games. Beholders, giants, dragons, illithids … he doted on the last for a moment, they appeared similar to his at least the upper body and though they were vastly different.

He considered what sort of entrance he wanted to make …

Generating a simple audio illusion he caused nearby brush to rustle as if something was in it or trying to force their way through it.

Cynthia drank in the beauty of the woodlands, trying to drown out the endlessly repeating list of losses with their splendor. As with most of her ruminations, she was having limited success. It would be better if she could be with someone, but-

Rustle

The girl jumped at the sudden noise. Until then, she hadn't realized just how quiet the forest was. She stopped, looking for the source of the rustling, wondering what sort of wildlife was on the island. Surely nothing too dangerous would be this close to campus . . . Still, she hoped to give whatever it was a wide berth. She waited nervously, eyes and ears straining to pick up any motion or sound to indicate the area she should avoid.

Aegir shifted though her brain a little as she turned her attention to the rustling sound. Thoughts of the wild life here filled her mind and he could sense her caution.

Clearly she expected some manner of wild life but he chose to make things interesting. The brush erupted and a large, greenish skinned creature with long wicked claws, a hunched back and a long hooked nose. A troll!

The black eyes of the creature had been locked on her as it rushed out at her. Aegir was not too concerned about matters, figuring her fight or flight reflex would kick in and it wouldn't be too soon that she considered the option of course.

“Fresh meat!” It bellowed, in rough English as it charged towards her.

A troll! Never in her wildest dreams had Cynthia expected such a creature to jump out of the bushes. Not here or anywhere else for that matter! They didn't exist! But the huge creature bearing down on her certainly seemed real enough.

With a scream of terror and a swirl of pink, the terrified girl turned and bolted away from the green monster. She was no warrior or wizard capable of fighting such a horror; flight was her only choice and she took to it in earnest, sprinting back along the path toward the campus.

It wasn't possible! It wasn't suppose to be real but there it was. She didn't debate it though, whirling about and sprinting towards the path hoping to get away.

The creature crashed through the brush, snagging branches and braking them as it came forth only mildly impeded by it. She had a head start on the thing and needed it for it was quick once it had gotten free of the bush slowed only by the uneven ground she could hear it coming up behind her, running on it's knuckles as an ape or gorilla would, using that additional contact to press off against the ground as her an.

Aegir, of course watched on. Her movements now were only in her mind for he did not wish for her too get too far from here least he decide to inturpt. He was unsure how she'd take things though he considered much better than the troll but for the time being he was having fun with it.

“Mog gonna have fun with girlie! Not run from Mog! Mog not hurt much!”

The troll's words hardly registered to Cynthia save as a measure of how quickly it was gaining on her. That spurred her on, making her try to run even faster. But there was no way she could keep up the pace for long. Already her chest was heaving from the exertion.

All too soon, the inevitable occurred. Perhaps an unseen root caught her foot, or maybe a rock turned under her tread, but whatever the cause, she tumbled headlong. Instinctively, she rolled into a ball, avoiding major injury, but she still ended up sprawled on the ground, a pink blanket of hair splayed all around her. Propping herself up with her arms, she couldn't help but turn and stare in horror at the impossible creature looming over her.

The inevitable happened of course though it had assumed that it's stamina was greater anyway. Still, Mog was a little disappointed, he liked the thrill of the chase though he like the rewards better! There were few that could make things interesting for him and most of them were former or current track stars.

He was close and grinned as she gazed back at him, delighting in the terror that he caused. With one bounding leap he was upon her, a clawed hand grasping her hip as it rolled her over onto her back, his shaft coming into few as he dug it out from beneath a simple loin cloth.

Quickly it stradled her high up on the chest grasping at her wrists and forcing them to the ground. He was much stronger than a human of course, and he gazed into her eyes keenly with that stupid grin stilll on his face.

Between ragged breaths, Cynthia struggled to draw enough air to scream as the creature descended upon her. A scream that she almost choked on when Mog liberated himself from his loin cloth. The massive slab of troll meat had an obvious purpose that Cynthia's mind refused to process. She'd never imagined such a creature raping a human girl before - much less that she might be the girl!

The truth finally dawned on her as the green giant straddled her chest. Her breasts felt crushed under the weight of his - his . . . she couldn't bring herself to even think the words. Looking up into his ugly face with its stupid, lecherous grin, the scream she had been building finally burst from her lips. Quite possibly the worst possible thing to do at the time.

She wasn't screaming for long for Mog took advantage of her mouth opening jabbing that thick slab of meat between her lips as he thrusted inside her at once. Patience didn't seem to be anything that he understood or didn't care for.

A clawed hand reached behind her head graping a fist full of pink locks and pulling her head foreward
as he thrust forward with his hips. There was a grimy smell to him of sweat and earth that filled her nostrils and it was clear that he had not kept up on hygenie either.

“Mog gonna fuck you good and hard little girl!” He spoke in that broken English dialect as he bent down, he tried to manuever to do something but lacked the flexibility to do so and keep thrusting away at her mouth.

Instead he reached back behind him pulling her skirt up to reveal those white panties as his hand roughly ran over her crotch in rough circles.

"EEEE- ugmf!" Cynthia's scream was cut off suddenly. Her cheeks instantly turned pink with shame. She had been so stupid to scream with the monster's member right in from of her face! Worse, she was having trouble breathing with Mog's weight pressing on her chest - not to mention the giant cock being stuffed into her throat. Strangely, she didn't gag as much as she would have thought. And when she did, it was more from the smell than the invasion.

The poor girl whimpered as Mog lifted her skirt then gasped as her sex was roughly felt up through her panties. She vainly kicked her legs around, trying to dislodge her attacker, but he was just too big and strong. She was completely helpless and under his power. Worst yet, her sex was rapidly warming to his attentions. She couldn't believe just how quickly her lips began to moisten.

Your certainly having fun ...

The words were probably sarcastic, and in her head. It was apparent that her attacker had not heard to busy maintaing his balance ontop of her and molesting her sex that was groaning moist with those rough manipulations. His hips still trusting forward at her face as a clawed hand loswered to squeeze one of her firm breasts showing just a little of his greater strength as he grasped it firmly.

I could assist you but it will cost you … nothing is for free, and I can see but one thing in your mind that might appeal to me, perhaps wo, but if you are happy with your current arrangemnt, please do not let me stop you.

The telepathic voice was saying into her mind as Mog grasped and tore away her panties tossing them aside to better get at her, flesh against flesh as his fingers pressed then rubbed against her clit.

The words in her mind didn't register right away. She was reeling from the unexpectedly intense sensations of the troll's assault and was growing dizzy from lack of oxygen. It didn't help when Mog squeezed one of her breasts, causing both her nipples to harden significantly.

One word finally filtered through the growing haze: assist. Assist . . . Help! Yes, help! Please! Cynthia was vaguely aware of the mention of a price, but she didn't care. Just then she couldn't imagine a fate worse than being raped by a monster that shouldn't exist.

The student's eyes opened wide when her panties were torn from her, then rolled back in her head when a rough finger began to rub her clit. Any further communication with her potential savior was rendered impossible as her incredibly sensitive body responded to the sensations. Pleasure so intense it hurt flooded her brain. If her attacker wasn't stopped soon, her body would surrender entirely to him.

Then I shall assist you for something in return.

But there was no answer, her body hypersensitive and already absorbing herself in this moment. Then a shove, a telekinetic one that jostle, no more than jostled the troll from atop her body.

It snarled but was struck again harder in the chest as a tall mauve colored creature came from the brush. It looked similar to an illithid, a mind flayer or eater save for it lacked legs and instead had a mass of tentacles.

The troll launched itself at the creature though was easily knocked aside then ran off seeing how pointless this was. Though it quickly gazed at the prone pink haired girl on the ground.

He thought as he gazed at her, Mog of course had been an illusion that he had conjured up but she did not need to know that. He gazed at her for a little while, mouth tendrils twitching as those eyes regarded her for a moment.

Now … what do I want … what can you offer me in return?

He had already searched her mind, already knew what he needed to know as he had peered into her mind ...