Kraytirous gurgled his approval, the delicate tentacles wrapping around the woman's breasts, from the tips of them poking out long, even more slender tongue-like appendages that lodged onto her nipples, suckling, tugging and gently squeezing them, sending little jolts of pain into the woman every few moments, but not enough to actually hurt her, just to heighten the sensation. "Just comply, my dear... It will be so much more enjoyable that way." The blob's arousal grew simply from groping the woman, her bountiful breasts dancing before him as his appendages squeezed and molded tit flesh. After allowing this for a few moments longer, he uncurled his tendrils but did not unseat the clamping appendages on the woman's breasts. Instead, he sat still for a couple of seconds until from the center of his body burst out a thick phallus, nearly a foot long. The blob contemplated what would have happened if he'd drunk more water, but did not bother continuing down the line of thought. Positioned between her breasts, it began to pump it back and forth between the warm, soft mammaries, claiming the first of many virginities tonight. Each time he thrust those sweet tits, the head came within cm of the girl's mouth. A tendril coiled around the back of her head and propped it up. He didn't force her to do anything, just put her in the proper position in case she did.

From this malleable blob came something ridged and long. I felt it seem to grow in both girth and length, wedging itself between his body and mine. Simultaneously, he supported my head, tipping it forward, and I watched the large appendage push its way through the tight tunnel between my boobs towards my face.

The tip of it was as soft as the flesh it tapped against, and tickled my bottom lip. This suggested his imminent insertion, but no words to such were implied. I licked my lip reacting to the tingling sensation, and with my tongue exposed, I tasted it. Like the green apples I would soon become so fond of now on this island, sour, but still sweet. It’s the kind of flavor that makes you crave more. I felt my tongue reaching for his phallic tip, which quickly received the invitation.

Larger then my mouth was open, it slowly pushed against my vocal organ as it moaned a sweet tune of passionate resistance. Deeper inside me it went with each pulsating movement till my mouth was completely engulfed. The feeling of full penetration ignited my lust for more, which I think he enjoyed, but he pulled out slightly each time he saw exasperation in my eyes. Although never retreating form my mouth completely, he swiftly began filling my orifice again, and again, as soon as my gasps for breath would subside.

Each thrust aroused the blob further, its thick phallus muscling its way through the mountain of cleavage and into the woman's waiting tunnel. "Yess..." it growled softly, the tendrils curled around her cleavage taking care to keep the two balls of flesh pressed against the blob now straddling the girl. A tendril slithered down from the blob's body, running across the woman's bare and flat stomach, its little form wriggling down the surely sensitive surface. At last it reached its objective, the woman's mound. The end of the tendril splayed out and a little tongue-like appendage, not unlike those suckling on the very mounds atop her tits, wriggled its way inbetween tightly pressed thighs and tasted her sweet honey pot. "It seems my beautiful little guest is enjoying herself, no?" The blob teased her with words, while slowly easing out of her mouth to allow her a response. A strand of saliva connected his member to her lower lip, breaking after a bit. He continued thrusting her gorgeous mammaries but made no motion of thrusting it back in between those full lips of hers.

I closed my mouth, which was a relief to my jaws. Slowly opening my eyes to glance at the little blob, while I pondered his question. I had been caught up in moment of it all up to that point, now licking my lips searching for a remnant of flavor, I stopped to think. My parents would be appalled to see me like this, I thought.

I swear I could feel the blood pulsating through the member encompassed by my full breasts, distracting me for a second. He still patiently awaited my response.

I blushed realizing that his tendril found the evidence of that which I was too embarrassed to admit. What he was doing to me did indeed please me and elated my body. "Umm... I don't know", my voice quivered. "My body tingles, but ..., my mind says no", I tried to explain. "Your touch removes my hesitation leaving only desire to be fulfilled, only to seek and crave more of your touch, but I don't know if, I, am enjoying myself pinned to the bed against my logical thought", I replied looking down at his continued penetration between my tightly bound tits.

My pelvis pressed up to meet the tendril that still probed the wetness between my legs, “Mmmmm”, an confirmed moan left my lips.

The blob's crimson pupil gazed up into the girl's eyes as they parted open, looking past her firm breasts, each one with a tendril firmly coiled around its mass. His thick tendrils began to uncurl from within his body, slowly growing and wriggling across her flat stomach. They ascended to wrap around her arms, her legs, smooth and slightly wet tendrils sensually rubbing against every surface of skin they could reach. As she began to speak, they'd barely reached her thighs, that beautiful bronze skin poking out between the green tentacles. "You're very poetic with words, anyone ever tell you that? My dear, it is not the circumstance that matters," the blob speaks softly, its voice laced with caring annunciations as the tendrils continue to spread and curl around her body, a pair slithering beneath her thighs to gently stroke her full bottom. "What matters is your body's feelings towards it. Hesitation can be a bad thing, it's the human mind over-using logic, trying to find something wrong in what instinct is telling it to do. But there's no trap here, everything that you see is exactly as it is. No illusions. What do your instincts tell you, my love?"

For a moment, in silence, I tried to process the words that lingered in the now humid air. “My instincts … hhmmm … tell me that your tongue if you had one, is very smooth. Your comforting, snake charmer words, are, yes, in the wide open air … hhmmm … but they, penetrate deep, to the hidden parts, of my secret thoughts”, I said in moaning tones with an almost drunken slur.

My entire being was inside the snakeskin of tantalized layers, being wrapped ever deeper in the sensations I could no more escape, than refute. Unconsciously, I struggled against his tendrils as they stretched tighter around my writhing body, and grew to cover more of my bare flesh. Most of my body I could no longer move, but my hands gripped and pulled at the sheets covering the bed.

My heart was pounding, but I could resist no more. “I desire it”, I finally admitted for this besiege I craved. My clitoris began to throb in beat with my heart, increasing in pace the more I succumb to the feelings I was having. I pressed against his thick tendril between my legs with my pelvis, calling to the moist appendages laying claim to my most innocent, private spaces.

My eyes were closed, but my mouth was open to receive his cock again. The tip of my tongue erect and searching, reaching to taste the large phallic muscle gripped tightly between my breasts. “Fill me”, I said softly, moaning and awaiting his response.

Kraytirous felt satisfaction in the way he was making the woman's mind swoon, the way her words seemed to slur as if she were drunk on desire. Curious, prodding tendrils lashed out across her luscious body, pulling her into a multi-faceted and intimate embrace. They writhed across her warm, soft skin, lovingly rubbing across tender flesh. The long, sinuous, tongue-like appendage that had curled up against the salivating nether lips began to draw away. The two tendrils that had cupped and stroked her ass lifted away, curling around her legs and tugging the perfectly formed thighs apart. "Brace yourself," the blob gurgled softly, the same, already moistened tendril rubbing against the woman's nether. A thick, phallic head pressed against the thick cleavage, as the tip pushed its way into her mouth.

Beneath her waist, between those soft, silky thighs, a longer tendril lined itself up with the woman's slobbering honey pot. The head wriggled up her thighs and gently prodded against her womanhood. It began to rub against it, its veiny texture grinding against the sensitive nether lips. Every time it ground against those sensitive lips, it seemed to give a quick rub of the woman's bundle of nerves. Each time it touched her clit, it would lower itself again and start rubbing against her anew. At last, with having enough of the teasing, it pressed its head directly against the tight lips and thrust itself inside, pushing into her virgin cunt. "Mmm, your sugary cunt is delicious..."

Finally receiving that which my animal nature desired, the hymen that proclaimed my womanhood sacred, was broken. His embrace was tight around my body and although to hold me captive, made me feel safe, calm enough to relax fully as he penetrated me for the first time. The pain was brief, and I held no conscious worries of that now. My only focus was on the pure pleasure the green blob brought to my senses.

My pelvis leaned into each controlled thrust of his warm tendril as he pushed it inside my tight pussy. Although it had never felt something so deep, my wetness allowed his passage through mild resistance.

I could smell the moisture of his body mixing with my own, and it made each breath more intoxifying. I’d never felt such emotion, such cravings for more to fill me up, and my moans filled my head, repeating like a broken record. I don’t know if he could actually sense my desires, but on cue he expanded, as if reading my mind, filling me more and more with each thrust.

My focus was divided between the huge cock in my mouth, the teasing and tugging on my nipples, and this new addition to my cunt. Being a virgin held no tourch to the ecstasy caused by his invasion. I hoped it would never end.

The blob gurgled in a pleased tone, it could sense her eagerness to discover the extents that her body could be pushed to. The tendril within her nether continued its invasion, wriggling about, seeming to search for some particular spot or perhaps just expand the sugary confines in preparation for something. At last it brushed against a spot that seemed to make the girl shudder within the tentacled blob's confines. With her g-spot discovered, the blob ceased its thrustings into her nether. Instead the tentacle's head seemed to sprout open like a blooming rose, releasing a tongue-like appendage. The little tentacle rubbed against her g-spot, gently pressing against it, apply pressure to it. The petals practically turned inside out, their insides textured with a rough, almost iron-wool like skin. In reality, it was actually designed to absorb those lucious juices from within her pussy, but it served as a source of arousal as well for her. While the little appendage touched and probed at her most sacred nether, the roughly textured inside-out flower was rubbing back and forth against the insides of her womanhood.

The penis in the girl's mouth was unhesitating in taking advantage of her willing mouth. The blob aggressively ground her breasts together against his cock as he thrust through them. Its gurgles turned into watery growls of pleasure as stimulation ran through its tentacles. The sight alone was enough to arouse him, but partaking in it was amazing. Without hesitation, he lost himself and began to push deeper into her mouth with each thrust, slowly pressing closer to her throat. "Mmm, you're so delicious, my little precious little slut..."

In this state of pleasure, I was only driven by my desire to feel more. I had orgasmed before, but only at my own hand, and I knew I was close to release. This however was the first, of many unknown to me then, whe I would be brought to such a state of arousal at the hand of another, or tendril, or cock thrust inside me.

It aroused me even more to hear his moans joining mine a symphony of pleasure, it excited me to know he felt this euphoria as well, in sync with me, but it was only that way for a time. My moans disappeared as his cock proceded deeper and deeper into my mouth, pushing harder on my tongue as I squirmed in a slight panic, then he passed the back of my tongue at the deepest point stroking the very top of my throat. He somehow pushed me passed the gag reflex, and I calmed with the distraction of pure ecstasy from below.

His probing and moving inside my wet hole starting as just new sensations, quickly changed to peaking compultion to want to intensify what he was doing. He rubbed that spot in my soaked pussy slowly, then faster and faster sending pulses through my whole body. My heart raced and my lungs craved more, and everytime he pulled his cock out I'd take a gasping breath, just in time to receive him again. My body almost bucking, writhing from the pleasure mixed with discomfort he impailed me with.