The monster, becoming a wanton vessel of lust and deprived of so much for over...well, say...three weeks at the most, moved according to the primal directives being fed to his brain. After all he was an animal of creation, an agent of reproduction. A social animal.

Moving nearer as the girl leaned in against his chest he moved and deliberately teased the poor girl, moving in to lick from her earlobe down to her neck. Then his hands started grabbing her simultaneously, squeezing the firm orbs in their grasp. He was delirious; she was so smooth it must've been taken cared of very well, her skin. His eyes were unfocused. He was so into the moment.

Slowly two tentacles slithered in through the legholes of the girl's underwear, deliberately teasing the cheeks of the poor, defenseless girl, now visibly confused as she was starting to feel a whole myriad of different emotions and different sensations.

Persephone wasn't far off from where Kouzakai was, though rational fear kept her from going completely over the edge as she leaned against him. Her mind was a puddle of goo as the pink-haired girl's body was teased by the monster, his hands and his various tentacles. It was quite the turn-on for her actually, to be stimulated by those appendages...not that she'd admit it aloud in the company of various girls at the dorms.

He could probably feel her pusle; how it quickened at his touch, pumping blood all over her body, making it flush, her pale skin glowing pink. It wasn't so bad being touched by him, she realized. She had actually been loathe to touch him, but it was alright. Hell, it was more than alright. She wanted him to touch her more--she wanted to touch him herself.

Her hands were soft and hesitant as they raised up to touch his chest, exploring its large, taut expanse. His skin was scales and not at all slimey as she had first worried. They were slick from being in the water, perhaps...but not sticky slick that came from the stuff known as slime that she absolutely despised. Her hands traveled along his muscular torso, up to his neck where she stroked him gently a few times.

The hands that touched him didn't feel scared, strangely enough. If any, they felt...excited. Vibrant. They felt like they were searching...and if this was an illusion he would gladly take it in and be stupefied rather than push it away.

He felt hands all over his body with something other than fear in their touches, and he knew he was getting to her somehow. In this dumbfounded moment he kept his hands grasping her breast, kept them somewhat still. He did not know what to do, how to move them. He was, in a matter of words, speechless. He looked at her face. There was fear but he felt that fear wasn't because of her being with a monster like him.

Somehow his touches down her pussy were moving like something else, they seemed to be out of control of the monster and had minds of their own. Slowly they went to her lips...traced it for the first time...became habitual in tracing it...and soon, they felt the juices coming out and he felt them soaking themselves along with the flimsy fabric. It was not hard to do...the girl was being so willing, he knew he would be able to have his way with her without anymore hardships.

The girl became rather aware of the tentacles probing at her entrance. Just barely touching them, not going too far, but just far enough to tease her right open. Her slick juices soaked the long appendages, wetting her panties. Persephone felt herself begin to ache, her body wishing--no, needing to be filled. Whether it be by his tentacles already playing with her, or by Kouzakai himself, she didn't care which. However, she was still a little worried...

Her hands still lightly massaging his strong shoulders moved until they were laced together behind his head. She met the monster's gaze, a little surprised that he was even looking at her. He seemed somewhat bewildered; as if this sort of thing didn't normally happen to often (that was probably the case, she thought). Then again...Persephone had never been quite normal. Not by a long shot.

"Will it hurt?" she asked, not referring to what she meant, but making herself clear somehow, all the same. The girl had been put through the grinder before, so to speak, and it had smarted quite a few times.

It was kind of even funny for him that this should happen...but as he started to move, he felt hands at the back of his head and that could only mean one thing...

He found himself looking straight into the face of the girl, and she had this expression on her face like she was a prom date getting ready for her first foreplay, for her first sexual encounter. That couldn't be, couldn't it? He was a monster, although he could feel she was looking at him as if he was somewhat a very...well...extra ordinary creature. He could not say beautiful...by no means was he beautiful.

"Will it hurt?"

He stared at her stupidly. He would've wanted to ask but well, he was a monster.

" I assure you child, I will not hurt you if you don't want me to. " He tried to flash a smile but what came out was some kind of smile which looked like halfway between a lusty grin and a nice smile.

And at this, instinctively he removed the remaining piece of clothing she had on, using his tentacles...anyway, it was already sogging wet anyway. He wanted this, if possible, to a bit...well....clean.(?)

Persephone studied him a moment and thought that, in his own way, Kouzakai was rather striking. Most girls wouldn't have given him a second glance...but as a bit of an artist (as well as a person much too curious for her own good) she didn't just look twice--she had an overnight observation just to have every single detail pointed out to her. This creature fascinated her and awed her....and made her feel deliciously pleasured, yet fragile all the same.

She liked his angles; the proportions of his body....his strong build. Everything about him seemed built piece by piece and she sort of...liked it.

" I assure you child, I will not hurt you if you don't want me to. "

The girl caught his attempt at a smile and gave him a weak one in return.

"Okay," was her answer. "I leave myself in your capable hands then...Oh! And tentacles, too," she added as she helped him take her panties off without much of a fuss (they snagged her toes).

Right now, at this position, it can rather be said that this would be a picture perfect scene for a classic monster movie...in the likes of Dracula, Frankenstein...where the monsters somehow got the girls.

How could it not? This wasn't normal in scenes such as this. There she was, Persephone, sitting like a lover straddling his waist, the legs he had stretched out for her to sit on, without any trace of prior fear, but rather a small tinge of growing admiration and lust for the monster on her face. Anyway, he was to blame. He had done such a good job of hood-winking her into just cooperating...and anyway, she would have to cooperate one way or another. Those tentacles he had weren't just for show.

He threw the soggy panties on the ground, somewhere near her other clothes, neatly folded in a pile at one part of the cave. Somehow he found the strength to release those firm globes of flesh he had been grasping firmly earlier. He felt he should use those arms of his for some other thing.

Slowly he held her like a fragile thing, ensuring her he wouldn't hurt her. He moved her ever so carefully, moved her closer to his huge form. She was dwarfed by his sheer height and his muscle bound anatomy, and this served to even further arouse the monster's sensations.

Slowly the tentacles, now free and unrestricted, moved once again to her labia, rubbing it gently, touches being more exploratory and experimental rather than deliberate.

Some of his tentacles found the girl's breasts, heaving with each labored breath. They were just ripe, growing breasts which had not yet reached the peak of their growth. Really young looking, and it excited him to be doing this to her. Two of his tentacles had tried to bind her nipples, circling around them, while others seemed to be absent mindedly rubbing every part they could of the girl's young bosom.

As for her face, he looked at her once again, and that face could only make him even more aroused for so long...

As if being drawn in, he placed her chin on his hands, drew he closer ever so slowly, and gave her a light kiss on the lips.

Persephone made a worried expression as his hands left her soft, tender flesh. Had she done something wrong? Or said something that he didn't like? She feared the consequences of ticking the monster off, but her paranoid thoughts were all for naught as he held her close to him. The girl had been at a distance before, almost arm's length away from Kouzakai. Now she was pressed up against him, utterly naked with her arousal growing with every second.

Those tentacles of his played with her body, making her writhe softly with growing need. She whimpered and moaned as they explored her sex lips, tugging at her pink nipples or just rubbing along her soft bosom. Her breathing became shallow and she arched her body into him, heat exuding from her body.

Her face was cupped by his hands and drawn towards his face. She did not wonder what he meant to do when he kiss her. Oddly enough, she tried kissing back. It was tricky work as hers was a human face, while his quite amphibious...But she made an effort and slipped her pink tongue out experimentally to lick what semblance of lips he had.

He felt the girl trying to cover whatever she can of his wide lips, making it very hard to do so as they were really, really wide. But efficiently he gave her a semblance of a kiss, one which was at best, hot and long...as he felt her soft tongue, he almost lost himself. His arms moved and pressed her against him with much of his need translating into action, and she can feel it too, from the way he held her close to him as if to never release her again.

The tentacles, squished in between them, tried to writhe their way out as if to breathe bu this was part of the monster's ploy. They made them writhe, and the effect was heavenly, for the girl.

The tentacles had no choice but to rub harder against the girl's youthful nipples, rasping and bending them in an effort to escape. Down there, his tentacles made more contact than usual, and in that case they found her clit right away. There was very little room to operate and like it or not they rasped occasionally against the girl's light pink nub, and in that time he felt her squirming as if to get away.

He kissed her even harder, making his tongue explore the girl's maiden mouth.

It really was heavenly the way those tentacles of his squirmed between their bodies. She felt them rub and tug her nipples this way and that way, sending little shocks of pleasure through her nerves. And the ones that had been languidly esploring her sex were now writhing, as if to get away, but instead rubbed occasionally on her clit, making the girl's body twist in in effort to either get away or get some more. It was undecisive, but in the end, settled for wanting more.

Kouzakai's grasp was tight, but not tight enough for the girl not to slowly grind against his body in an effort to get off. She had been brought quite close by the tentacl;es rubbing at her clit and was getting closer now as she received the hottest kiss she had ever experienced. Her little, meek tongue was no match for Kouzakai's, but she did her best to meet it, tasting him while he tasted her. Her mouth was sweet, as if she ate candy on a regular basis. Strawberriy flavored ones to be precise.

She moaned as the monster's tongue explored her mouth eagerly and let out a little cry as her body experienced an orgasm, her body trembling slightly in his arms.

He felt her kiss...it was innocent enough in its own little way, but that was the exciting part. The innocence.

Her body was grinding in an effort to get away or get closer...he would've thought getting closer although it seemed she wasn't near enough that. But he perceived it as a normal reaction of a particularly healthy young girl. In anyway whatsoever, though, he never did let down his guard. A girl such as her...he never did have any idea if she might even want to run away, in the farthest vestiges of her mind.

Tentacles on her half-grown breasts were replaced by hands, questing for a cop and feel of the girl's young tits. They quaked excitingly under his touch, as if anticipating, and if it was still possible at the time he felt her nipples harden under his ministration.

And the kiss...

Ah yes.

The kiss was something else. Persephone's breath tasted more like fruit than anything else, particularly reminding the monster of a very nice batch of strawberries which grew in abundance somewhere on the campus. He welcomed the kiss, sweet and wet and obscene. He breathed her in.

Her pussy was now dripping wet, and somehow the tentacles which quested for it was treated to a generous soaking in which they bathed about the girl jucie the girl was generously spilling out now.

It was incredible, she found, that she was having a hard time resisting the tentacled monster before her who was kissing her like no other individual had ever kissed her before. Most girls would have run the other direction, screaming at the sight of him. Girls with proper common sense would have been struggling all the way through as he groped them with his scaly hands. Proper girls wouldn't let themselves be sexed up by a stranger, let alone a monstrosity such as this.

But that was the thing with Seph; she didn't see Kouzakai as a monster, even though she should. Well, she did, because--in the end--that was what he was, wasn't he? However, the girl chose to overlook it just as any girl in her position could very well make the choice of screaming and flailing about like some octopus with vocal chords.

Her chest heaved with every breath she managed to steal, feeling light headed from being kissed breathless and from being utterly excited and aroused, wanting to feel more of the strange creature's body. She wanted something, she knew...her body wanted something desperately, but she wasn't sure how to voice this want and also wondered if she should voice it at all.

As his tongue traveled through the girl's mouth, he felt something within the girl.

Past experience has somehow developed something of a sensitivity to his partner's need, and usually he responded by fucking them even more. But this time it wasn't that...though, of course, the precautions were placed. His tentacles wrapped around the small girl, as if to prevent her from escaping...though that does not seem to be the case.

" I sense you have something to say." He spoke without any prior emotion.

His hands kept moving around her, but now they were squeezing the girl's tits without fail. They were bulging it to quite a degree were everyone who would look at it would be envious of the view, mostly of that cleavage...he had managed to give the girl's breasts a very large look, all by just squeezing a bit harder than normal.

" Speak, or just remain silent." He said, now with an impish smile breaking through. Past experience has also taught him that sometimes, when this happens...the girl had crossed the threshold of no return and there won't be anything left for him to worry about anymore.

Oh, this was awkward.

Her face became a very bright shade of red as she looked into Kouzakai's amphibious face, wondering how the hell he knew she wanted to say something--to tell him something rather urgent that she was too afraid to say. She was tongue-tied and it certainly didn't help with him squeezing her young, sensitive breasts like he was. She would wince slightly and tremble anew every time she tried to open her mouth and say something.

"I...I....want to..."

His next words made her wince and she wasnt sure if she wanted to speak at all, but she persevered.

"I...I want...to..."

Not able to look at him in the face she stared down at her lap--which was a bad idea, because it just gave her an eyeful of--

She looked to the side, cheeks redder than before.

"I...want to feel you...inside me..." she finished softly.

Oh, yeah. Feeling the awkwardness.

" Oh, that'll come soon, my dear. Be patient."

He was loving this, the game he was playing with her. See who wold break first. He was smiling too since what he had done to her has left her without a trace of resistance or a single shred of defiance. Just like he wanted, she wanted a piece of the pie he was eating right now...the pie of lust he had baked and was now offering.

Once again he kissed her, softly this time. He just wanted another taste of her mouth before moving on. Slightly tipping her head onto the side her kissed her, a bit more forcefully this time, from her earlobes, to her cheeks and down to her neck. Oh did her skin taste good...it was divine. It had been so long since he's tasted divine before, and now he was tasting it once more.

He felt himself grow at least two inches more.

" Tell me...what was it that you wanted me to do again?"

His hands were skillful moulders of the untouched, rubbing and kneading her breasts still. A little bit later though he was more holding her back, so he could move her closer to him, and her legs...he was rubbing the left one, feeling more of her youthful skin and in the process discreetly opening her up.

" You wanted me.. to.. fuck you, is that it?" He said smilingly, though the smile did not assure anything but the monster's desire. His tentacles started to come out from his back, started to flail in the unseen air as he readied himself for whatever might be the young girl's answer.