Dendrite chuckled softly. "That's good..." The creature let Citara lean back against its body; a couple tendrils sneaked around to the front of her body, gently rubbing at her breasts through the fabric of her bra. "Now, will you give a smile for the camera, hmmm?" Dendrite touched Citara's cheek and guided her to look up at the whirring black object with the blinking red light.

"Ouch," Dendrite growled. Citara's teeth had actually broken the skin and drawn blood, resulting in a nasty metallic taste in her mouth. However, beyond the thin layer of skin seemed to be nothing but tough muscle or sinew, impossible for her to harm. "I had hoped we could get along, Citara, as well as we did in the lake. But you try to hurt me...Am I going to have to hurt you?" Suddenly the tentacle bulged and spilled alien fluid into her mouth, a sour-sweet and perhaps familiar taste...

The monster let out a low, dark laugh. "There, there..." The tendril slipped from her mouth and brushed over her cheek. Then another tentacle caught the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her stomach, exposing her more.

"Oh, don't say that, Citara," the creature murmured. Its tentacle stroked over her face and neck, leaving little trails of slime. "I'm sure you'll turn out to be quite the talented performer." While the tendril held up her skirt, a couple more hooked into her panties and tugged them downward.

Dendrite pulled Citara's panties down completely. Then his tentacles grasped her and pulled her up to sit on the table. Holding her legs spread, the alien pulled back to gaze at her for a moment. "Mmm, very cute..." As the monster spoke, one of the cameras extended out from the underside of the table and reached up to 'look' up and down Citara's body.

Dendrite's tentacles slowly slid over the front of Citara's body, leaving streaks of slime to glisten in the soft light. One of those members slid down between her legs, the blunt head swelling as it rubbed over the hairless folds of her sex. "Yes, Citara," the creature murmured, leaning towards her and grasping her shoulders. "Now..." The tentacle pressed forward and suddenly parted her sexlips, sinking inside her and wriggling eagerly.

Dendrite's tentacles tightened on Citara's shoulders, holding her steady as its member pressed into her. The slimy tentacle wriggled and swiveled as it worked itself deeper into her tight sex. "Yes," Dendrite whispered, voice redolent with dark lust. After a few moments the creature pushed Citara down onto her back...the tome she had been reading was pushed aside to let her lay comfortably on the table. Dendrite held up Citara's legs, supporting them and keeping them spread. The cameras gazed down to see the grayish-green tentacle pulsing and sliding back and forth between her soft pussylips. "Mmmmmmm..."