He hopped off the bed as he gazed down at her. A hand ran down her chest before he pulled it away then looked towards his pants then walked over to them. He slipped his belt off of the loops there, looked back at her then grinned.

He made his way back to the bed, knelt on the edge of it then looped the leather strap around her wrists, He paused as he took a moment to gaze into her eyes as if gauging her reaction first. His cock was still hard, the tip of it smeared with his own essence though it still throbbed.

Aegir could sense the withering in her desires and had been nearly spent himself in a way. This had all been in her had of course though back in reality he added his manipulations by entering into her, dancing against her body as she envisioned all this.

But he had three cocks, two of which had been spent, the third that he planned on using, just how all depended on her reaction ...

Aegir sensed her nerves but she had not pulled away so he had decided to press on with her show of submission. He brought her arms back by use of the belt then secured it the one of the posts of the bed. He glanced down at her, grinned then set his hands down on her letting his touch settle upon her breasts as if he had been killing a moment waiting to invigorate himself.

He knew that there had been no reason to restrain her though he had been so use in doing so. Using his tentacles to restrain more often then not that the matter was somewhat second nature to him.

Hands dipped down her body, slowly gliding over her skin then working back up her body to her breasts where he peeled his hands against her curves. He gazed down at her with a grin spreading across his lips then brushed his fingers back down her body as he leaned down pressing a kiss upon her exposed neck as his fingers first made contact with the warm wetness of her body, fingers curling back to press lightly into her body ...

"You like that?" the question a rhetorical one as his fingers. two of them anyway, slid in and out of her heated core as moans filled the room. He continued to lavish her neck with kisses and licks, his free hand roaming upward so it rested over her breast pinching her nipple with a hand and plucking it softly as if it had been a guitar string.

He continued to touch her, feeling the heat of her body against his hands as he touched her. He was hungry for the main course again but proceeded with patience. His fimgers stabbed inside her, slooshing through her body as his thumb pressed against her clit, circling it as he pressed his fingers inside her.

His other hand ribbed and pulled her nipple as he continued to run his tongue against her slender throat. His phallus had been swollen and pulsing as he anticipated the moans that sprang from her lips as he continued to sweep his touch against her body.

He leaned up as he looked down into her features. He grinned as he gazed at her visage, sensing the fatigue in her he withdrew his fingers slowly. He had known that she was exhausted and thus gave her the time neccassary to recover.

Instead of toying with her body he slid his hands over her fondling her breasts as he pressed his lips back to her neck, then slid further upward to press his lips against her own.

"That's alright," he cooed before he returned to settling his lips upon her.

He had ignored the fact that she had still been bound anyway, though his hands still slid out over her and caressed her breasts, and smoothed down her sides. He kissed her going so far as to use his tongue against hers even as he felt the press of her lips against his.

Figuring that he would give her a few minutes to calm down enough his shaft still throbbed with the anticipation as to what was to come ...

What's the definition of a nympho? Someone that wants sex 1 more time then you do. He had his fun, his touch skimming down her body for a moment then slid up her body, cupping over her breasts then sliding up the length of her arms stopping at her wrists.

He grinned down at her, his fingers working on loosening his belt as he bent down to kiss her again. He had his fun ... and as he loosened her restraints he pressed into her mind again increasing her need to sleep until darkness over came her. In the real as her body slumped into unconsciousness she had been along side one of the tables in the labs, her body was in the grasp of his tentacles though he set her down on it trusting that the lab techs would worry about dealing with her.

He never knew how their experiment went, nor had he really cared. His interest in it had been primarily for the fun he could have and his joy at being creative with his illusions, a work in progress but far better then it was when he first got to the island.