Rarely, Ico hunted. Usually, he trapped and plotted, toiled and pursued, but lately... lately... he's needed something else. Something knew, something more. A new hunt was beginning... but for what? He couldn't say...

...but he needed to find something. New perhaps, risky maybe. Perhaps he hoped to find a random student, one that he hadn't noticed before... but one that he would find intoxicating indeed...

The last time he was, he had found a lovely morsel on the beaches. That was the place he was looking again, the sun beginning to set just like that time. It cast the sky in a beautiful red glow, and the steady wind had just began to take a chill in the air.

It was a perfect time to hunt, and a perfect place to do it in.

He was silent, hidden in the trees along the beachside, buried against bark and hidden by bush, his body reshaped to resemble part of the tree he leaned on. Some of his white tentacles were pushed into the ground, their bodies tunneled through it to come up on the edge of the grassline... They watched, in silence, as the monster took a surprisingly thorough caution to wait for his catch... to wait and listen to the waves gently beating on the sand.

He couldn't have expected the encounter to follow, couldn't have imagined the consequences and rewards. All he knew, then, was that he was ultimately bored...

And that meant he was willing to go to great and dangerous lengths to entertain himself. Woe be the student he found... but what would happen when the 'student' he found, was in fact, not one at all...?


As the setting sun crept towards the rose-colored ocean, something new approached... a crossing of paths, a twist of luck, or maybe a quirk of fate... and a lesson for one or both.

Recently, Amy's new found tentacles had been growing restless. Whether because another monster reached her prey first, or simply because hadn't been able to find a girl interesting enough for the night, the last few nights had been completely bereft of supple young girls to offer to her demonic appendages.

Little did Amy know that the pact she made with the tentacled demon held danger in store. The pact was that "in exchange for the ability to summon and control tentacles, you must provide the tentacles fresh victims." She did not know what would happen should she not hold up her end of the bargain.


Amy generally disliked the feeling of disguising her appearance, but the unnaturality of it all was usually worth the terror and fear the campus women felt when their new acquaintance morphed into a demonic succubus. This evening, Amy was disguised not because she desired that fear, but because her other methods of capture were... suffering at the moment. Her normal powers of summoning appendages at will was failing, and while she could still overpower her prey with superhuman strength, it just didn't provide the same entertainment. Her horns morphed into her dirty blond hair, her slender waist was accentuated by the form fitting design of the school uniform.

Tonight she would stroll the beach, sure to find one of the young innocent women enjoying the islands tropical weather.

Ignorant of the fact that she was not alone, Amy slowly unbuttoned her size-too-small uniform to reveal her bright yellow swimsuit top, her bosom bouncing slightly in the lycra-spandex material. Shimmying out of her skirt, she stood on the beach in her matching yellow bikini, hugging her body in all the right places.

Waiting... he could be patient, when he could focus on something new. In this case, watching the sun set, listening to the waves... and examining the critters around his little hideaway. The tentacle monster didn't even realize he had company, not at first...

Lovely, shapely, a woman was moving across the sand. An angel, perhaps... although there was a sauciness, a presence of her, that spoke of a far more sensual creature. Full breasts caught by sheer yellow, succulent curves exposed or half-seen... a cool breeze drew across her body, teasing her flesh, blowing gently past her thighs, her skin, and dancing through her lovely blonde hair...

Delectable. Delightful. Desirous...

Slowly, the tentacles at the edge of the beachhead pushed downwards, slipping into the sand, sliding for her. The tunneled slowly, quietly, towards their prey. They took their time, unseen, deep enough to avoid disturbing the surface...

While Icosagon slowly, quietly rose him his prone position, moving up to the bushes. His normal appearance slowly returned, bark returning to skin, clothes interwoven around him. There, on the edge of the trees, he waited, mostly hidden as human eyes drank in her perfect body...

He didn't know what surprise fate would have in store. For him, and for her...

Though Icosagon's movements were slow and deliberate, the demoness's senses perked up at the soft sounds behind her. Amy spotted him, the smallish, sweet-faced kid, eyes tracing her body, eyes of desire, lust, and above all, imagination. Seeing that he was male, Amy knew that this kid was no student; which meant he was something more. Something not to be trusted, and not something to be ignored.

"Hmm, not very subtle are we...?" she asked, her sultry voice cutting through the still evening air. "Those eyes of yours make me wonder exactly what it is your imagining."

Despite her own warnings, the male's young innocent appearance made it difficult for Amy to keep her guard. Physically, such a small being could not over power her physically, and her interest had been peaked by his sudden appearance. His childish grin drew her in. She didn't know she was walking into a trap.

The succubus walked towards the young male, hopeful that he might provide her a little excitement. With each step, her hips swayed in the horizon, her curves silhouetted by the setting sun. She laughed inwardly as she saw the look on the kids face. If she wasn't careful, the kid would make a mess of himself right here on the beach.

"So, are you going to tell me, or are you just going to stare?"

(OOC: aha! two can play the alliteration game!)

Hm?

Hm. The jig was up, the game was seen.

And yet, something was still odd. She was approaching? Perhaps she didn't know just what he was able to do... maybe. "I'm imagining..." He trails off... perhaps he was gawking at her lovely body. Or just shocked into silence.

In truth, he was beginning to regret not going with a 'taller' form... but so much mass was already distributed in the ground below... it was to be expected. "...oh. I'm sorry. I haven't seen a woman like you around here before, that's all..."

Strange... he should be less suspicious at being approached by a sultry woman, an alliterating antagonizer or no...

(;))

His tentacles gathered about her toes, ready and waiting. For now, it was a dialogue of whimsy and baiting. Or perhaps they'd have it out right now and begin the plundering... what he could do with her lovely body had him wondering.

But to her, he merely looked frightened, all the boldness of tin... he was looking up at her though and still trying to manage a grin. There was a glint though, a sparkle to his eye... something about how he was acting was a lie.

"Uh. Sorry. I'm imagining..." Reaching up, he suddenly reaches out to poke her flat stomach with a finger, slipping it upwards quickly to push against her heavenly breasts...

"...what these feel like." What the hell? He's a sassy little jerk!

The nerve of that kid!

Without a moments hesitation, Amy reached out with her hand, slapping him briskly across the cheek. Forgetting she was in a human form, the forceful blow she used struck him much harder than any normal girl could. However, due to his tentacles rooted in the ground, he did not fly or fall, just simply staggered. Luckily for him, Amy was too preoccupied with his audacity to notice.

"These," she said, pointing, "are for looking at, not for touching... though I'd appreciate it if you looked up here while I speak, little pervert."

Irritated, the succubus tossed her hair and began to walk away, ready to summon her pets, or shapeshift into a more combat friendly form should the need arise. She turned her head back, her curvaceous body casting a shadow in the sand. Slowly, unnoticeably, she began to shift her hands into claws, keeping them in front of her body, out of sight.

Glancing backward, she spoke: "well, there's no reason for me to continue jumpstarting some kid into puberty, so, unless you have something good to say, something to give me, perhaps an apology, I'll be leaving now."

She turned away once more, walking the other way down the shore, senses peeled, waiting for any sign of attack.

His head snapped to the side, eyes blinking from the impact. Ow. Wow. He was 'rooted' to the ground, literally, but his body nearly toppled over anyway.

His head ached from the impact as he squints at her again, unable to help but smirking a hair. His eyes though were on hers, crystal blue pools that reflected her silvery gaze.

In truth, he wasn't nearly so young as she liked to insinuate, even in his shifted appearance... he was short though, a lot of mass located now in the sands beneath her feet. His appearance had a boyish charm, still... but he did look a fair bit younger than she. At least, for now.


And then she turned. A flourish with her beautiful blonde hair, and she sauntered away slowly. An onlooker would be drawn to her swaying hips, her lovely curves... and miss the tenseness of her back, the curling of her fingers and her hands shifting in front of her body.

But that posture, that movement, was peculiar and unnatural. Someone would have to pay close attention to notice... but he picked that out quickly. She was wary... he knew that. But not fully what it meant.

And that is why he 'went forwards'...


One of his terrible tricks. She felt little warning from it, the trap already laid. Her footsteps on the sands were interrupted sharply; the sand suddenly exploded underfoot, and the lovely woman suddenly felt her ankles being seized by something below! White loops and coils ensnared her feet, tight around her flesh... it was as though she stepped into snares, but their ends sunk into the sand, not rose into the air!

"You flatterer..." Icosagon said, his tone almost wry. He was taller now, his hair darkening to a short, black cut and surprisingly handsome features. Dark eyes watched her with amusement... he even sounded differently, like he was a different person entirely. A new face, one he started wearing since the "prom".

Slowly, he began to walk towards her, watching her reaction... and feeling whether the snares got a solid hold or not...

Amy felt two "ropes" wrap around her ankles, yanking hard, holding her, pulling both feet down to the sand. Immediately, she transformed into her natural form, claws, wings, horns and all. She turned her head back to look at him, but her inability to move her feet, caused her to nearly fall instead. Closing her eyes, she began to summon the tentacles, sending them mental images of her attacker, bound and chained by the demonic appendages, as well as images of his tentacles in the sand, being constricted, and held in place.

With her wings, she tried to take off, with each flap sending a gust of wind that tossed her hair back like a sorceress casting some powerful spell. She worked harder and harder, the wind from her wings raising up sand into a blowing sandstorm, that obscured both parties' view. Why weren't her tentacles being summoned? Why weren't they obeying her commands?

She reached down with a claw, swiping at the soft "rope-like" coils, cutting into the flesh, as she felt them retract.

As she rose above the sand cloud, she scoured the area with her eyes, expecting to see her attacker bound by her tentacles. Instead, she saw a new person entirely. "Ahhh, a shapeshifter, I see... Well, I'm not exactly what I seemed either!" she said, shouting down to her attacker. His new shape was bigger, more of a threat to her physically...

Once more, Amy summoned her tentacles, focusing her mind on an image of the new person in front of her. If she could outnumber him, this game would be up...

This time, it worked. Or at least she thought it did. Tentacles rose up out of the sand in front of him, as she had seen countless times. Then, suddenly, they did something she did not intend, nor had she ever experienced before. Into her mind, flashes of images entered, each one more focused, and powerful: Her body, captured and bound--Masses of black and white tentacles, each fighting for an orifice--Her breasts groped and molested--Her body overcome by unwanted ecstasy, back arched, mouth open--loads of cum, shooting from each one of the tentacles, onto her sweating body.

When her mind was freed, she found herself trapped by her own tentacles, an appendage for each limb. Betrayed, she cursed them as they threw her to the ground, landing face down on the beach in a cloud of sand.

Looking up, she spoke, "You bastard, what did you do to my toys..."

Her ankles were seized, her movement restricted. In a fight, being able to move was vital, and it was the first thing he would aim to stop...

But he wasn't expecting a fight. Not until she... suddenly changed, claws and wings, horns and succubus features forming in seconds. His eyes widen, unease hitting him swiftly. Another monster...

Risky business for a lot of reasons. None the least of which was that he didn't exactly have 'godlike powers' or 'can deal with anything magical talents'... his own ability depended on skill and his creativity with his powers... and the limits that they had.


She tried to fly, tried to rise up. Dust and dirt blew up, and her golden hair danced and flew about her... a beautiful and terrifying sight, before it was lost in the dust and cloud. Trouble. His eyes narrowed, but they were 'covered' enough to be safe from it, even if they could not see.

Then, a flash of pain. Under the cover of sand, she cut through his tentacles. Cursing, he felt them retract on reflex... damn. Touch was the next best way to find something in this sand! Now he had no bead on her... he backed up swiftly, but stayed in the cloud, the two 'observing' tentacles still in the bushes and trees acting as spotters. There she was...


Having... technical difficulties?! He stared as her lovely body was suddenly seized by tentacles that erupted from the sand, seizing her, grabbing her lovely body and tossing her to the ground.

At first, he thought it might be a trap. It made sense, in a twisted and clumsy way.

"Me? Your toys? Not much... nothing, really."

A smile. It was a bluff, although it could be more or less than one too. Slowly, he reaches down, cupping her chin in his hand. Fingers caress along her cheekbones as he looks down into her eyes...

"It seems you know to kneel..." As he said this, his tentacles struck again, binding her legs, arms, from their hiding places in the sand. Uprooting them with brute force seems unlikely, and now they had her dangerous claws in their grip. Like that... she was kneeling indeed, forced to look up at him as he continued to speak.

"...perhaps that is your place?" Cocky, arrogant, he speaks like an commander might, a superior air about him now... almost as if he was a completely different person. With one hand still holding her chin, his other slides up to brush through her golden air. "But... you are beautiful, aren't you?"

Her servants had, until now, obeyed her every whim... why had they chosen to betray her? She resented his cool calm manner. His victory was unearned; her rebellious tentacles were the real reason she was at his mercy.

His words did nothing but incense her. It was this fool, not she, who should be kneeling. She, not he, who should be gloating.

Her legs were bound, bent underneath her, and her arms too were held behind her back, thrusting her perfect breasts out, the tops glistening in the tropical island sun.

"I'm not kneeling." She said suddenly, "I'm strategically positioning my wings closer to the sand."

With that, she swung her wings with all her might, blasting stream after stream of sand and wind towards him. Slowly the grip of his tentacles weakened, as she eroded his resolve. Her back muscles burned with exertion, but she didn't stop, it was all she could do to get away.

Suddenly, it was as if her mind was hit by psychic sledgehammer, as sensations of pleasure and lust, images of sex and rape, and sounds of penetration and orgasm entered her mind. Once more, the tentacles were conveying their desires in the only way they knew how. Pictures of her pleasure broken body blotted out the reality before her. The sensations seemed to last for hours, but in reality, they happened in an instant.

And in an instant, they were over, but the damage to her mind had been done. Simultaneously, black tentacles seized the opportunity to bind and capture her wings. Exhausted, she collapsed, mouth open, face down on the beach.

Incensing her, angering her. That was the very purpose of his change in mannerism... instead of being annoying and irksome, he drew out genuine anger with his calm and quiet gloating.

With her tightly bound like that, her breasts were outthrust like an offering, her posture held in that pose of submission. But not by her will, and her blazing eyes spoke of her intent... to fight until the last.

And fight she did! He was not surprised by her attack, although the method caught him off-guard! A hand raised quickly, shielding his face. For a moment, pain, but then his body responded. Tougher, thicker, additional lenses forming over his eyes to protect them.

Even with his eyes protected, sand still blasted him. Stepping back slowly, he put some distance between them, the wing-beating ceaseless!


But before she could escape or attack, she was hit hard! He could <i>feel</i> her flinch, her steady beating broken. Her own tentacles, black to his white, seized her. Forced her into surrender yet again, bound and waiting...

"Hm... having trouble?" Arrogance personified, just for her. Smiling slowly, he gently presses his finger against her spine, just at the base of her neck... and slowly, patiently, traced a line down her back, up towards her raised buttocks. Finally, the finger slid aside, and his hands caressed her cheek... then slipped away.

He was walking around in front of her, standing before her head, her face buried in the stand. His fingers slid down over her hair, grabbing a fistful... and forcing her head up, to look up at his dark eyes. "Surely you could do better... or perhaps not. Did you... want to do this...?" He whispers down at her, smirking into her eyes...