She had fallen victim to baser instincts and he was pleased. His other hand came up and grabbed a full ass cheek, giving it a hard squeeze. His other hand moved and matched the motion as he kneaded her rear. The tentacle at her stil pressed inward slightly, readying her for the invasion she was about to recieve.

Beg for it. Beg for what your body craves. His voice in her head was like a whispered voice in her ear, hot and heavy. Beg like the good girl you are and I may give it to you. The tendril at her sex twisted slightly in its shallow entrance. He delivered a suggestion this time, so light her mind had a 50/50 chance of not even noticing it.

Beg.

My mouth was vacant long enough for me to reply. “Please”, I whispered, trying to thrust against my restraints towards the tendril waiting to fill my hole.

Good girl. He slowly pressed his tendril into her, never ceasing his full assault on the rest of her body. You need not speak, simply think anything you wish to me and I will understand it. That way you need not remove anything from your mouth.

When the tentacle in her pussy had entered a sufficient distance, Zhiric rammed it the rest of the way. He then nearly removed the length before slowly, agonizingly reinsterting it. He increased the pace every few thrusts, but just barely. He wanted her writing and screaming for him, begging for all she was worth.

The pace of my inhaled breaths matched the pace of his thick tendril's entry into my pussy, slow at first, then gasping as his thrust quickened.

His apendages continued their attack on my senses, never giving me time to relax. The hightened nerves coursed pleasure through me, as my blood pushed oxygen through my veins, involuntary but essential.

Whispered words in my head confirmed that he can hear my thoughts like I hear his, but my desires to communicate came far and few between. My consciousness was focused on the erotic sensations overwelming me, but as if to test if I was paying attention, his actions changed.

The tendrils in my mouth and my pussy began their retreat, slowly, taunting me. Although his grip holding me hostage never wavered, his grip on my nipples lessened, and only the tips of his tendrils remained inside my holes, as if to tease me, threatening to take away my pleasure sources. "No", came silent requests as I recalled his instructions. "Don't stop, please", I thought, craving the onset of his pumping inside me again.

The Vedric was laughing to himself as she begged with her thoughts. He obliged her, making her think she was wanting this all by herself. He doubled his pace into a blinding speed.

Time to test how held she is. He released her hands after a particularly intense series of thrusts. The tendril stayed in a warning posture neayby, but didn't engage in the assault.

I've given you use of your hands. Do not fight, or it will be worse for you.

His hands swapped places with the tentacles manipulating her breasts. He squeezed and groped her mounds with his hands while occasionally pinching and tugging on her nipples. The appendages how on her ass shaped and molded her rear to whatever shape he liked.

I felt my arms drop to my sides as he warned me to not fight him. My arms had been suspended so long they had partly fallen asleep and were now throbbing and tingly. Despite his threat, I reached up and grabbed the tentacles that had hold of my breasts and my waist, but my grasp was weak. Any drop of hope for escape that lingered deep inside me was lost as quickly as it surfaced. My mind was free again to take in the pleasures provided.

For the first time my fingertips touched his blue skin. It was smooth and somehow sensual, which explained the erotic sensations his flesh administered to mine as he explored and slid along every inch of my body. My tugs transformed, and before I knew it, I was stroking his appendages in stride with his movements.

After testing my disposition his pace increased again. With great speed he rammed my tight pussy and stretched my mouth. Always reading me precisely, he slowed before I could take no more and teased me with great skill. My writhing body was like the sand beneath my feet, it waited for the crash of every wave, as my throbbing pussy awaited every thrust of he delivered.

That's right, Allirabeth. Let yourself go. He tweaked and teased every inch of flesh he could possibly get his hands, and tentacles, on in an attempt to drive her into a sexual frenzy. The way she ran across his skin made the powerful muscles hidden beneath tremble as they continued the merciless assault.

The ravaging tendril at her womanhood rammed into her again and again. He rocked her body with the force of his plunging her depths. One hand temporarily released her breast to draw his loincloth off and toss it where he had discarded her bikini top hours ago. His erect member was open to air for just a second as he lifted her with both hands at her waist and the tentacle in her pussy retreated, replaced by his shaft as he lifted and dropped her rhythmically onto it repeatedly using the lengths manipulating her rear. Once more his hands returned to her orbs. The appendages that had been teasing the skin of her inner thighs lifted her legs and held them wide, but not so much as to cause harm. The one that had been plundering her depths snaked around and without any preparation forced its way into her ass, alternating strokes with his manhood.

Forgetting he could hear my thoughts, “you say my name like you know me, do you even have a name?”, a fleeting silent response to him saying my name, before “let yourself go”, was planted in my mind. I was free to relax the muscles of my body for he supported me from falling. I leaned into his grip, my hands still unconsciously stroking every part of him I could reach.

Suddenly, he released my breasts and my hands instinctively replaced them, continuing my own pleasure. I grasped them tight with false security when his hands quickly lifted me completely off the ground. My body tipped slightly forward causing my full boobs to sway matching his maneuvers.

Almost disappointed, I waited for the smooth appendage to re-enter me, but I got quite a surprise to receive in return his huge, hard cock for the first time. I yelled out strained moans as he pushed his way inside my tight pussy. Abandoning my breasts, I reach down to grab for that which was being forced inside me, stretching me tight, but instead my arms flailed about with his thrust. With persistence they finally landed, one on his tentacle holding my leg, the other on my pussy feeling his member slide in and out aroused me even more.

My initial intent was to stop it’s intrusion, but now only a second later, the enjoyment overpowered my old desires. I welcomed his penetration, even aided in it as I rocked my hips to meet his strides.

“Allirabeth! Allirabeth where are you?”, yelled the voice of my pink haired friend come to find me when I never returned to meet up with her.

You may call me Zhiric and I-... Zhiric stopped at hearing the voice coming closer.

“Allirabeth! Allirabeth where are you?”

Mmm, a tasty new morsel to join in. Let's bring her over and get her acquainted with us.

Zhiric raised an illusion of Allirabeth standing in the water, like she was when the Vedric first struck. He made it seem as if nothing was amiss. The pink haired girl heard no sounds, saw nothing out of place except the towel still laying on the beach. She cannot hear or see us. The perfect bait would be if she were to come closer and talk to the illusion of you.

The copy of Allirabeth turned to the pink haired girl and waved. "Hey! Sorry, lost track of time. Care to join me? It even sounded like Allirabeth, down to the little details of her voice.

My mind barely had time to register his name, Zhiric, before I heard my pink haired friend calling mine. Before I could stop him, he somehow was calling to her, with my voice, inside my own head and she was responding walking towards us.

“NO! Zhiric, please no, don’t involve her. I’ll do what ever you want, please”, I begged, my thoughts to his.

He continued pumping his cock in and out of my pussy, holding me tighter now, so I couldn’t move an inch. My mouth still full of his appendage, I could not scream out to stop her myself.

But wouldn't you want to share the pleasure you're feeling with someone else? It did not matter what she wanted. It would happen anyway. His hands went back to her rear while he continued to alternate thrusts between her ass and pussy. All but the two tentacles pummeling her and holding her legs left and the latter two wrapped her legs around his body. They then released and prepared to strike the unsuspecting girl.

It could be enjoyable, having her join us. He started projecting images onto Allirabeth's mind of the pink haired girl joined in, being fucked in much the same way Allirabeth, sans the tentacle in her mouth, was while the girl thrust her tongue deep and fully into Allirabeth's waiting cunt. Would that not be simply... exquisite?

The mixed sensations of the smoother more pliable tentacle in my ass, verses the rock hard cock stressing the opening of my cunt, was driving me crazy. Alternating pumps suspending me. My concern of my pink haired friend was fleeting, leaving my thoughts as quickly as my panting exhales from every thrust.

Then the image of my friends tongue in my pussy appeared somehow in my head, and my clit throbbed even faster. I moaned louder now in this pure uninhibited pleasure, approaching climax, but not just yet. “Ahhh, yes, y . e . s ... ”, my words floated on the thick misty air of my hot breath.

Zhiric took that yes to mean he was allowed to snag Allirabeth's friend, not that he really was waiting for permission. At once the illusion dropped and he grabbed her, restraining her wrists how Allirabeth's had been earlier, and exploring her more clad body with his other five tentacles. He wormed beneath clothing, into her mouth, around her body and all over her.

What would you like me to do with you both, Allirabeth? He never stopped projecting various images, even amplifying any she might be having herself. While he was sexing up the pink haired girl, the Vedric slowed his tempo on his main prey, keeping her from going over the edge into climax.

The words left my mind before being sensored, so much so I blushed to know he heard them, "let me watch while you fuck her, and have her lick my clit, while you fuck me with your rock hard cock till I cum all over your throbbing member ready to burst yourself".

My face reflected my blush turning the color of my hot pussy, but I continued to receive his pounding, as if nothing else had occured. Moaning with every slowed thrust, each one still powerful enough to jerk my breasts off my body, pushed me closer to my desired release.

Then I saw her instantly, like a mirage, his tentacles wrapped about her small waist, squeezing her tits, and her pink hair flowing like the waves. More tentacles fucked her holes and mouth, as he pulled her closer and closer, against her will.

Something inside me enjoyed what I saw, and aroused me deep in my core. "Fuck her faster ... " I thought.

And just a second ago you were objecting to having her join us. She could hear what sounded like laughter in her head. His laughter, while her friend was stripped by the tentacles and arrayed in such away whiile Allirabeth was being fucked that she could see everything happenng to her friend being bent at the waist while his tentacles held the pink haired girl's arms to her back, violating mouth, pussy and ass all at once. He sped up the pace and slowly groans of protest gave way to moans of pleasure.

Allirabeth was not spared while her friend was being sexed up. He quickened the pace and went to push her over the edge.

Anything else that you'd like to be done to her? Maybe that first, vivid request?