Well, that should do it, Luxuria thought as she looked around the glade. She’d managed to get many of the changes she’d wanted made with the assistance of some of the island’s other guests, but she still had to use her magic to produce some of them temporarily whenever she wanted them. In some cases, this was simply because she hadn’t found anyone with the correct abilities, but her encounter with Belzel had given her the impression that there was something unusual about the stone in the river, so she wasn’t willing to do anything permanent to it until she could learn more about it. Still, changing it into a flat marble slab and covering it with some padding when she expected company shouldn’t be a problem; that was pretty much what she’d done to it shortly before she’d encountered Belzel, after all, and the strange woman hadn’t seemed concerned about it.

The guest she expected was one of her fellow guests on the island, a multi-tentacled being she’d had a pair of… entertaining… meetings with, although she hadn’t been able to learn his name. She doubted she’d learn it this time, either—anything approaching speech seemed to be difficult for him, and she doubted they’d spend much time talking anyway—but this would make it as easy for him to find her as it was for her to find him.

Easier, actually; while her glade wasn’t somewhere anyone was likely to stumble onto by chance, she hadn’t made any attempts to conceal it. On the contrary, the only entrance to the area that had anything like a path leading to it was framed by a wide arch of black roses similar to the ones she gave to many of her ‘partners’ after a ‘tryst’; while it couldn’t be seen from all that far away, it wouldn’t look natural to anyone who did see it. The smaller purple flowers that lined a path to that archway, on the other hand, were much less obvious if one didn’t know they were there and had only been added recently with the help of a strange green man who’d seemed oddly dissatisfied with her payment, part of her preparations for this meeting. She didn’t know how long they might last, nor whether they might serve to draw others here, but they’d last long enough for their purpose, at least, and she doubted that any unexpected guests, whether student or fellow guest of the island, would be unpleasant encounters.

Of course, I have to assume that nothing keeps him from finding my note in time. The note had been a suggestion for him to meet her in the glade at the end of the path marked by the purple flowers so that it would be easier for them to contact each other in the future. She’d hoped to find him at his base, doing away with the need for the note, but he’d been out at the time. Still, he’d assured her last time that he checked there every night, so he should have found the note, and she couldn’t imagine that he’d turn down the opportunity for another encounter with her.

And I should probably do one last check that everything’s in order before he gets here, she thought, doing one last circuit of the glade. As she examined the waterfall, the spray made the gauzy white dress that was her only article of clothing even more translucent. Normally, she wouldn’t have bothered with even that much clothing, but she thought that he might enjoy undressing her before the main event.

He didn't expect her to actually leave the note the next night he returned to that tiny, well-hidden grotto to collect a sample of the moss growing here. Impressed with her sense of navigation, he picks out the note and reads the directions to a glade. She appeared to be quite understanding of his difficulty with the local language, and had used simple english and a landmark sketch on the other side.

An invitation. He knew this much.

After all, he had been up late studying and practicing the language, of course - perhaps now he could practice with someone that wouldn't faint at his appearance... Still, one question remained; both times he had encountered the fascinating student had been at night. What if she was the nocturnal type? Would he be intruding upon her sleep? His natural curiosity churned away at these thoughts generating more questions than answers as he packed a small bag of supplies for the journey, most of it to his gracious hostess...

The woods here were dense, almost unsuited for walking. So he simply glided through the branches using the smaller tentacles above his main body, occasionally pausing to double-check his location. Flying in this rarefied atmosphere gave her quite the edge, it would seem - one that had allowed her to nearly jump him once.

Maybe I'll sneak up on her this time. He thought to himself as he visualized her body. Just thinking of both her forms filled him with an eagerness that translated to a quickening of his pace. Still, since it was almost dawn, he took care to travel in a way that he wouldn't get seen by anyone...

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Afternoon had come when he finally arrived at the glade - and his eyes eagerly bulged out of their sockets as he took the landscape in - trees unusually verdant, a marker of immensely rich soil. The flowers rich with color, too. He would have regretted not bringing the vacuum sample sealer with him if he didn't catch the head-turning beauty of the woman in a somewhat translucent dress that almost threatened to go fully clear in the wind, revealing her luscious body from an fresh angle. This was his first good look at her - the rest had been on amplified light in the darkness of the woods and by pure starlight.

And no matter what form she had took, both her student and succubus forms held their own thrilling allure for him as he settled into the grass and began to 'walk' towards her.

Approaching the glade silently was pretty much impossible without some ability to either hide the sounds of passing through the forest or actually avoiding doing so. Although he didn’t have either of these, Echkeliel had managed to conceal his approach enough that she probably wouldn’t have realized he was there if she hadn’t been listening for his arrival. She didn’t turn to face him or give any other indication that she was aware of his presence, preferring to let him take the initiative. Come and get it, she thought, hoping that he’d treat her like a student in the same sort of way he had in their first meeting. Not that she’d mind if he chose to do otherwise, but getting ambushed and ravished was a form of entertainment that was trickier to arrange.

As she considered the likely course of events regardless of whether he revealed himself by getting her attention or moving in and grabbing her, she stretched and gave him a better view of her back, almost nothing above her waist covered so the dress didn’t interfere with her wings and tail, and the skirt short enough that her movement gave a definite hint of the fact she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. Let’s see, first round will probably be in the grass. Can’t beat the old standbys. Second time might be in the shower. Her eyes darted to the waterfall. Or on Belzel’s rock. Or, if he’d prefer to avoid the water, we can take it right to the bedroom. That hasn’t got anywhere near enough use. Of course, there’ll be time for all of them if he wants. As she fantasized about the immanent encounter, her tail started to curl upwards, the tip pointing in the general direction of her sex.

Old habits die hard, and the way he moved his tentacles to 'walk' towards her was a stance drilled into him through heavy training. A circular motion of the forward limbs while the smaller ones behind served as a drive-train, rendering him nearly silent on the grass. Smaller tendrils plucked away the occasional broken twig from his path in full silence as he admired her even more as he got closer while the grappling tentacles on the upper left and upper right coiled up in expectation.

And besides, this slow pace allowed him to reserve the energy - all the better to entertain his hostess.

She was in her succubus form this time, allowing him to plan ahead on what to do with her. He recalled the first time she had sprung that transformation on him and internally laughed at himself for how jumpy he had been during that first encounter. That dress looked pretty fragile, but he resolved not to damage it, since from his studies on humans, he knew that clothing was quite valued in their culture. As he approached, she stretched and gave him a better look at her - had she seen him? He was sure she knew of his presence as she moved her incredibly prehensile tail to point towards her tantalizing - just-so-out-of-sight netherlips of hers, so without further ado - he went with plan A as he finally got in range of her.

The light thump of the small bag slumping against the grass was the only indication of his arrival at the glade - and a split second later those powerful grasping tentacles shot out, smoothly coiling around her neck, one of her arms, and her stomach. He had left her mouth clear this time, confident that this transfer student (at least he thought she was) would have no issue with him now. His familiar scent settled on her next as the linear ducts relaxed, emitting the oxygen-rich musk from his body to give his 'catch' a bit of an edge.

Utilizing the open back of her dress, smaller tendrils wormed around her chest to feel up her ample breasts. Others had other ideas - the finger-like lengths settling on the base of her wings and tail to explore them again with obvious curiosity.

While she knew he was in the glade, the combination of his silent movement through the grass and her deliberate decision not to look for him meant that she didn’t know exactly where he was as he approached. She was sure that he could have reached her by now if he wished, so she assumed he was taking his time deliberately; after all, she was positive he could have grabbed her earlier in their first meeting, too. She didn’t mind the wait; on the contrary, not knowing exactly when she might be grabbed helped build up the anticipation in her mind.

The sound of the bag was the only warning she had before his ‘attack,’ and even that was something she only noticed because she knew he was there. While it wouldn’t have given her enough time to avoid him if she’d wanted to, it did give her just enough time to brace herself before three of his tentacles grabbed her. She gave a surprised cry, the sound mixed with a giggle as she was duly ‘captured’ for whatever perverse depredations he might have in mind, not to mention any that she might commit on him.

She caught the scent of his musk as it started to pervade the air. While she couldn’t yet feel its effects, she knew that it would make her even more sensitive to his touch soon enough.

He took quick advantage of her skimpy dress to start fondling her, some tentacles working around her body to molest her tits while others caressed the base of her wings and tail. She moaned softly at the attention, feeling her nipples get hard from his assault.

Once she’d recovered from the surprise of his sudden ambush, she own moved to try to give as good as she got. While her position limited what she could do, she used her free hand to grab the neckline of her dress and slide the garment off one breast. At the same time, the tip of her tail started to trace along his body, moving slowly at first as she worked out precisely where he was, then running along one of his tentacles once she turned enough to be able to at least see some of him.

As she turned around, one of the nearby tentacles wrapped around the wrist of her free hand, halting the progress of her undressing - leaving that diaphanous dress of hers hanging on to her breast with her neck and shoulders uncovered. Smaller, and quite dry tentacles slimmer than her little finger pulled themselves up to her tits from behind, contentedly rubbing away at her erect nipples over the fabric of her dress. The fine weave of her clothes crack up the sensation of his touch into a thousand crisscrossing sensations that dance across her stiff peaks as the slim tentacles undulate slowly.

He doesn't blindfold or gag her this time, though and lets her turn to take a good look at him. The red-black skin of his shifted colors as they moved, the lower ones now coiling around her legs shifting as if on instinct to recreate the hue and texture of the grass it stayed on, while others resisted the urge to shift colors, focusing more on pleasuring his 'catch'. Eyes framed by muscular rings push themselves out, most of them focusing on her, while a few others look around the glade - either admiring her digs or watching for intruders. Relaxing his grip on her wrist when she runs her fingers across the nearby length, he focuses on working his tentacles to carefully coil around her ankles and thighs.

Sucker-tipped lengths with the now-familiar hairlike lengths growing from the inner ridges explored her neck and shoulder, while even more of those tentacles openly fondled her tits from inside her dress, pushing her bosom against the fabric to create an even more pleasant sensation. When he's confident that he has a sufficient grip on her body, the muscular tentacles hovering around her head gently push her head up to face a turgid organ dripping with a pleasant-smelling fluid. It shudders for a while, then bathes her in more of that delicious-smelling scent, the relaxing sensation seeming to stick to her skin for a brief moment before it lets out another burst after giving her time to breathe it all in. A smaller tentacle coiled against her clit, while a larger, already slick tentacle with a set of grooves and ridges leading off from its tapered tip pressed against her butt. It exudes a slick lubricant on her hole before it pushes in, the tip opening her up as it pauses to service her preferred spots before moving another inch deeper into her.

The things exploring her shoulders now latch onto her neck, the 'threads' coiling lightly around her throat and chin to hold themselves in place while a pair of now-familiar jawed tentacles patiently wait - 'drooling' those prehensile tendrils, their subtle motions appearing to match the shuddering and heaving of her perfectly proportioned breasts as they waited for the smaller lengths to finish playing with her nipples.

She was surprised when he stopped her from exposing her breast. Want to control just how quickly my body’s revealed, do you? Fair enough. Just don’t take too long, she thought. Really, it shouldn’t have been so unexpected; he’d taken control both in the neutral location of the forest and in his home on the island, so why wouldn’t he do the same here?

She moaned softly as his tentacles explored her body, using her hands and tail to return the favor. As she noticed his eyes focusing on her, she squirmed in his grip to give him a better show, getting a thrill just from being ogled with unconcealed lust. While she noticed that several of his eyes weren’t focused on her, she didn’t really mind; he had plenty of eyes that were looking at the main attraction, after all, and she was proud of the design of the glade.

He’d already noticed the unusually lush growth of the plants, and he couldn’t have mistaken the arch of roses for a natural growth. Opposite the entrance to the glade, an arched trellis covered with roses in a surprising number of colors marked the entrance to a secluded bower. A cliff marked one side of the glade, with a small waterfall cascading down and forming a stream that more-or-less divided the clearing in half. Almost directly in the center of the clearing, and right in the middle of the stream was a smooth block of white marble with what looked like a large futon covering the top. Further along, an arched footbridge crossed the stream, although it might have been a bit too narrow for him to use easily. The waterfall itself cascaded off the rocks in a way that made it extremely well suited for a natural shower, but it would take a detailed examination to notice the ways it had been altered to do so. On the far side of the stream, the entrance to a cave was visible in the cliff face.

He would feel her nipples harden from the caresses both inside and outside her dress. She readily turned her head when the tentacles started to adjust where she was facing, opening her mouth when she saw the organ dripping with some sort of liquid. She was soon rewarded with a spray of one of his numerous types of lotions, this one’s scent seeming to both relax her and make her more sensitive.

He was prepared to take advantage of that sensitivity, having one tentacle start to rub her clit, drawing a pleasured gasp from her, while a second one pressed against her ass, lubricating it before slowly forcing its way inside. Once that length was inside her, he demonstrated an impressive memory of her more sensitive spots, drawing more moans and gasps from her as he worked his way deeper.

After a few seconds, she started to grind her hips against that intruder as well as she could. Noticing the jawed tentacles moving into position, she bit back a moan of anticipation as she imagined the impending attack on her waiting nipples.

Tiny suckers grasp the hem of her dress from behind, tugging at it. For a moment he makes her think he would simply rip her dress clean off - but the sets of tentacles that latch onto the airy fabric demonstrate a combined coordination that tugs at her dress - then pulls them together and they work together to frame her perfect breasts in a restraint of the fine cloth. Her nipples are pushed against the cloth, and the smaller tentacles gently fondly her tits, sending fresh surges of raw pleasure through her stiffening nipples as they're rubbed against the fine fabric. The narrow lengths outside don't slack off either - tying themselves to one another to form a set of ridges for her nubs to glide through. A wet splatch of delicious-smelling fluids hit the nape of her neck as he moves ever so slightly, releasing her wrist completely to watch how she reacts to this stepped-up focus on her breasts.

Of course, he doesn't leave her wanting. More of those muscular lengths wrap around her thighs, lifting her ever so slightly into the air as the thing in her ass does its damned best to give her a full-force anal ravishing after it properly lubricated her tight depths. He picked up the pace when she asked for it, while a set of finger-like organs tended to her throbbing clit. What almost feels like a human thumb if it weren't lined with twitching ridges carefully teases her quivering button while smaller, worm-like things stroked her tight nether-lips slowly.

What sounded like a deep sigh of contentment was the only warning she got before a different-hued gas began to pump out of the organ above her, the dense mist settling on her skin and is quickly rubbed into her body by the attendant tentacles before the jawed things finally pull down the sheer cloth barely covering her tit. Without further ado, the threads shoot out, quickly coiling around her stiff nipple before giving it an experimental tug. Satisfied with whatever it was looking for, the jaw closes shut on her nipples, the 'teeth' wriggling around the flesh of her sensitive breasts as the narrow length and the powerful suckers begin to work on pleasuring her bared breast. Almost as if watching, the tendrils on her other tit pick up the pace, aggressively teasing and rubbing her rapidly-stiffening nipples over and under her dress, sending two sets of pleasure radiating out of her tits.

Of course, that wasn't all he had up his proverbial sleeve... as her motions caused her to sway lightly in the air, she felt a twitching tentacle cock lay itself down on her mons, the subtle throbbing working through it as blood pumped into it notable even now as he moved it up and down her damp crotch, clearly enjoying the feeling of her body, if those curious, low-pitched chirps emanating from it were any indication...

She tensed in anticipation of the dress being torn off her body, an event which didn’t happen, the tentacles redirecting themselves to use the fabric itself to stimulate her breasts. While she wouldn’t have minded if he had destroyed it—she could repair or recreate it easily—he’d taken care not to damage her clothes during their first encounter when he hadn’t realized she’d be an enthusiastic participant in getting ravished. Besides, it wasn’t like he wasn’t aggressive enough for her tastes.

While he might have released her wrist, she used this new freedom to better caress the length of the tentacle that had just released her. She tried to move it closer to her mouth so that she could kiss and lick its tip, but she wouldn’t try to force the matter if he resisted.

She managed to get a brief warning before he lifted her off the ground, as his tentacles adjusted their grip so she was still braced well enough for the tentacle violating her ass to continue its work. The new position actually made it a bit easier for her to grind against that anal intruder, picking up the pace in response to him doing the same in a sort of erotic feedback loop. She couldn’t grind against the lengths stimulating her clit so easily, but they were still only working on getting her warmed up for an inevitable penetration anyway. Her moans and gasps grew louder and less restrained the more he worked her clit and ass, showing just how much she was enjoying this to anyone who wasn’t in position to notice just how wet her slit was getting.

She didn’t really notice anything unusual about the ‘sigh,’ assuming it was no more than a sign of his enjoyment. The cloud of mist that it released showed her that it was more than that, however. As his tentacles started to massage it into her skin, she guessed that it was probably going to make her more sensitive somehow. She didn’t have much time to wonder about it before he pulled her dress down from one breast and started to attack her nipples more aggressively. “Aah! Yes!” she cried out at the increased assault as her nipples grew harder under his expert touch.

Another tentacle started to rub her sex, promising that the fucking she so desired was immanent. At least, she assumed that the sounds he was making meant that he didn’t want to wait any more than she did.

The ridges on the tentacles hovering around her begins to swell up - loaded with dense fluids from the visibly bulging veins, before they coil lightly around her neck and upper arms - the swollen lumps providing a warm, somewhat wet 'cushioning' as she was held aloft. The thing working on her leaking cunt took care to rub her divine-tasting nectar onto itself, carefully lathering on layer after layer onto the dense skin of its shaft before it finally gave her exactly what she wanted. A mild tightening of the powerful tentacles holding her thighs was the only sign he gave her before the tentacle cock suddenly surged forward into her tight cunt. Lubricated as it was, it struggled for a moment to force open her lips with its tapered head before it pushed on inside. The thing's girth shifts ever so slightly as its internal muscles pull back some of its weight to give it an easier time pushing into her before they relax, causing the newcomer to swell up as it began to fuck her with wild abandon.

He left her mouth ungagged this time, letting her vocalize and speak all she wanted. This way he would be able to learn more of her language. The brief pauses as he listened to her continued to dwindle as he got a handle on ravishing her while internally translating whatever she had said, and with that accomplished, he began to pull down her clothes to expose her other breast partially. Instead of pulling it away, he carefully folded the hem a bit, then pressed the fabric against her stiff nipple and began to draw it back and forth - slowly at first, but faster and faster to match the groping and sucking her other tit was experiencing. A somewhat-similar sucker-tipped tentacle patiently waited its turn just a few inches away from her heaving chest, almost seeming to watch her as she swayed lightly under his grip.

The thing inside her ass was not one to be outdone either. It pauses only for a moment before the tip splits open, unloading a mass of what felt like threads and goo inside her. For a brief moment, it does look like it's finished with her butthole, but this 'passenger' suddenly bursts into life, blooming outwards and filling her up as the 'threads' move independently, teasing and caressing her good spots the deeper it billowed out into her depths. The tentacle cock 'ejaculates' again, sending another mass of the pleasurable stuff up her ass before finally withdrawing. Of course, what pushes against her butt next is a somewhat-girthy length throbbing with delicious-smelling slits, ridges and nodules. The flat head 'licks' her anal hole for a moment, dripping fresh layers of lubricant onto her before it pushes itself in aggressively, the width of the thing causing her stomach muscles to crush this newcomer - to which it lets out an obviously delighted vocalization as it inches into her before it starts to pound away at her, the masses inside her and the tentacle cock all working together to service her.

The length teasing her sex worked to get itself well-lubed before thrusting inside her. With no tentacles gagging her or fucking her mouth, there was nothing to silence her cry of pleasure at the sudden violation. After a moment, she was able to bring her tail into play, wrapping it around that invading length as she ground her hips against it.

Her moans and cries of pleasure were broken by the occasional exclamation along the lines of "Oh yes!" or "Like that!" While these might not have been all that useful in helping him learn the language better, they were quite helpful for learning the secrets of her body. Thanks to this knowledge, she was already practically putty in his tentacles before he started teasing her still-partially-covered breast by sliding the edge of her dress over the nipple.

The length in her ass releasing its load so soon was a surprise, considering that he'd made sure to push her close to the edge before climaxing in their previous encounters. However, the unusual nature of that release suggested that there was something more to this. Oooh! That's new! she thought as the mass started to move inside her. She didn't have long to wonder about it before the tentacle withdrew and a new, larger one took its place. Even with the added lubricant, it was a tight fit. After giving herself some time to adjust to that thick intruder, she shifted how she was moving her hips so that she was grinding against both tentacles.

The massive length in her ass folded those ridges inwards to ease off its girth at her sphincter, folding back out as it slid into her, the tip meeting the quivering mass inside her. The head exploded in slow-motion, lancing outwards in a jolt of raw pleasure that drove the twitching mass inside her deeper, sinking into every pleasurable point in her ass as the muscular tentacle cock continue to pump away, drawing lines of liquid pleasure as it slowly seeped more of its strange fluids inside her. The lengths holding up her thighs and arms were languid now - working less as restraints and more like cushions, clearly satisfied that his 'catch' had no intention to flee.

A narrow tentacle - thinner than one of her fingers floated around her body, the eyeless thing trying to find something to play with. Both her breasts had been claimed by even more tentacles now fondling those splendid orbs and the jawed suckers tugging hard on her erect nipples. Her cunt and ass were stuffed full, the vigorous lengths pounding away at her. After a moment, it presses against her clit, then moves upwards, letting its richly-textured underside rub against her quivering button. More tentacles lounged a ways from her face, their turgid lengths and quivering nodules emitting a subtle, but rather pleasant scent for her to bask in.

He hadn't spoken a word in english this whole time, but the eager chirping and other low vocalizations from the base of the tentacles now ravishing the succubus made it clear that he was definitely having a good time.

Luxuria's moans of pleasure grew louder as his assault grew more intense. When the thin tentacle started to caress her clit, he had her almost everywhere she wanted him to.

Almost everywhere. With the tentacles holding her arms simply acting to support her rather than restrain her, she was able to move to try to correct his omission. "Come here, you," she managed to get out between moans, reaching out to take hold of a couple of the nearby tentacles. Unless he resisted, she would stroke their lengths as she moved them until they were close enough for her to lick the tips; while she didn't know whether they were the type she hoped, they'd at least be reasonable substitutes.

As she felt the first of what she hoped would be many climaxes building up inside her, her tail started to slide up and down the tentacle violating her pussy, its coils serving to stimulate it about as well as could be managed without her being able to use her hands on it. Come on, I know you want to cum as much as I do, and I don't want to leave you high and dry when you send me over the top.

(OOC: Apologies for the delay, had some major system issues.)

He may not speak well, but the tentacles responded to her almost immediately - demonstrating a complete understanding of her words. Two richly-textured lengths ran lightly down her arm before placing their pulsating tips in the palm of her hand, letting the slick duct-bearing edge ooze some of that slick oil on her arms to give her something to experience. The dense, shifting skin is ridged with muscle and lined with fleshy lumps that respond eagerly to her touch. The tips are loaded with a mass of throbbing nodules and slits dripping more of that sweet-smelling liquid. Brought up to her lips, they shift around to show off what it can do to her.

The things holding her aloft tighten their grip a little, starting to restrain her as the things in her ass and cunt began to speed up. A hungry-sounding vocalization rumbled up from below as he began to pound away at her crushingly-tight snatch. The tip bloomed out to caress several of her good spots with each powerful upstroke as her tail serviced this tentacle cock. The thing in her ass, clearly not wanting to be outdone, sprays a second mass of twitching semi-liquids inside her before pounding away at her even faster.

(OOC: No worries.)

The speed with which his tentacles responded would've made it clear that his difficulty was speaking, not understanding, if their previous encounter hadn't already shown her that. She proceeded to kiss, lick, and suck those lengths, doing her best to make sure she didn't give too much more attention to one than the other.

She felt his grip tighten, limiting how much she could grind against him. In response, her tail sped up as it tried to work him to a climax before he pushed her over the top. In a corner of her mind, she admitted it was probably a losing battle; the tentacle in her pussy was demonstrating his knowledge of her most sensitive spots too well for her to hold out for long.

The tentacle in her ass released a second mass of the thread-like substance inside her. Her surprised gasp quickly turned into a cry of pleasure as that release pushed her over the edge. Her tail tightened its grip on the tentacle ravishing her sex as her nectar washed over that length.