Drunk on her kisses he throbbed with each pulse of blood that spilled down the length of his engorged shaft though he broke there latest kiss after a time as if he were dimly aware that the were at a lake in full view of the man playing frisbee. He stepped away from her half a step, his hand reaching to grasp her right forearm as he pulled her into a brisk walk to a building nearby, the place little more than two rest rooms.

He choose the nearest of the two not caring what gender it had been for but just to get out of sight. He dipped inside with her finding that the place was empty. There was some trash from an over flowing waste bin and graffiti scrawled on the walls in flowing white script.

Aegir reasoned that he would speed up his time table a little. Initially he planned on waiting until they arrived back at the school at least but he adapted to the flow of events rather well. Mark may have escorted here into one of the stalls least they be interupted but he failed to do so stopping just inside the room, his fingers slipping beneath the bottom of her shirt as they rubbed softly against skin and scars as they moved back and forth as he sealed his lips back to her own as he drove her towards the sinks pausing in his touch just long enough to lift her up onto the edge of the counter before returning his touch back to where it was.

She found she was a bit dizzy as Mark finally broke the kiss, swaying on her feet and clinging to him for support. When he grabbed her forearm and started pulling her along she made no move to resist, instead moving with him almost eagerly. She blushed a deeper crimson as he pulled her into the men's room, giggling softly at how bold her inner desires seemed to be, completely unlike her usual self.

She squeaked in surprise as his fingers snuck under her shirt, stroking and playing over her pale skin, the scarred and smoothly unblemished alike. Any further sounds, be they of surprise or otherwise, were quickly silenced as his lips claimed hers forcefully. Her eyes widened at the dominant display, but she shuffled back as he pushed her to the sinks all the same. Her arms twined once more behind his neck, her head tilting to the side to keep their noses from squishing together as she moaned into the deepening kiss. She hopped up on the counter at his direction, and leaned away from him slightly, her back arching gently at his touch.

More....more....more.... her love starved mind demanded, with a twinge of sullen grief, knowing she would never have the real thing. But that was for later, for now there was fantasy and indulgence....after all, that was what dreams were for, right? She fully intended to indulge, digging her fingertips into the muscles of his neck gently, stroking and coaxing him on. Her head was full of his scent, a heady, musky (musky?) mixture of sweat and cocoa from the factory. Her feet slowly curled behind his legs, her slippered heels kneading and pressing against the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer.

He moved closer to her at her prompting and so had Aegir as he reached into her mind again stimulating those regions to ensure that she remained asleep as he manipulated those regions responsible for causing her to remain asleep as he body oozed up over her form in the bed. Tentacles reached towards her, and as Mark rubbed her sides squeezing her breasts light so did Aegir with his tentacles coiling around her breasts as he squeezed them. The trio of his erect members pressing against her belly as he moved over her, his tongue against the side of her neck licking against it as his mouth moved slowly along it dancing against her scars just as Mark did so in the dream.

Fingers slid down her sides only to round the front of her body unfastening her cargo pants and with one hand he slipped his touch down enough where his fingers pressed and rubbed against her clit softly in a clockwise fashion just as she was receiving the same stimulation through one of Aegir's tentacles down the front of her panties as it touched against her.

He groaned against the side of her neck as he captured the flesh there and began to suckle softly against it, his tongue rolling over her flesh, one hand down the front of her panties as it rubbed against her with the other at her right breast squeezing it in his grasp beneath the long sleeved shirt she wore.

He seemed mindful in that he simply did not tare off her clothes like a kid taring into a present.
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"Oh, Anne," he whispered hotly against the side of her neck as he stroked her clit with faster strokes as his fingers danced against it quicker now to match the pace of the rising blood that coursed through him now ...

She was panting in shallow, ragged breaths now as the kiss broke once more, her fingers sliding up into his shaggy blond hair as his lips moved down to her neck. Her breath was hot on his neck, her hair ticklish and soft against his skin. She gasped softly in his ear, writhing slightly under his fingers as they squeezed her breasts through the fabric of her sports bra. The soft, yielding handfuls of her bosom pulsed against his palms, conveying the hammering of her heart to him, communicating her excitement.

She stiffened for a moment as she felt his fingers untying her pants, but made no move to interfere...at this point she didn't care if he took her virginity right there on the sink counter. There was no one else for her, never had been (never would be again...). She bucked in surprise as he immediately slid his fingers under the band of her panties, the skin of her lower abdomen excruciatingly sensitive, only to jump and press against him as he found the hooded nub of her clit.

"Whaa-nnnhh?! Mmmngh.....ohhhh...." she exclaimed in shock at the blinding bolts of pleasure his circling over the tiny bud sent racing through her body. She clung to his neck for dear life as all her muscles went as weak as a newborn kittens, her eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy. Fumbling, she slid one hand under her own shirt, tugging awkwardly at her bra until she had it up over the curve of her breasts, giving him full access, placing her palm over his hand and twining her trembling fingers with his as they settled over her slightly marred breast.

"...ahhhnn.....M-mark....hhaahhh.....Ma-aah!-ark!" she gasped out breathlessly, surrendering to him completely, unable to deny him anything he wanted...and not really wanting to regardless. It all felt so good, so unreal, almost unbelievable...like every touch was magnified, doubled even. Yearning and hiding her feelings had apparently only made them stronger.

With one hand vanishing beneath her shirt he made contact with her flesh, his hand coursing over her scarred breast only for dexterous fingers to pinch her nipple softly as he twisted it. Faster his fingers moved against her clit encouraged by her squeals he moved his fingers against her faster.

One of Aegir's tentacles slid beneath her night gown and beneath the bra, it touching the flesh of her body as Mark's hand slid down her sex stroking it once or twice before cur;ing up his index finger and pressing it against the entrance of her body.

Lightly pushing against her his finger slid into the warmth of her body. He paused when he was a few inches inside her then slid in further to his second knuckle that moved back and forth against the tight walls of her body as he moved it slowly within her.

Of course in her dorm room Aegir slid the tip of a tentacle inside her moving it back and forth slightly, in contrast to what he was doing in the dream his tentacle pulsed against her walls straining against their tightness as it slid in and out of her core part way.

Mark slide his hand off her breast and Anne could hear him fumbling with his pants before it returned to her drawing up her shirt his fingers beneath it as his thumb remained hooked on top of it. He lifted the garment, fingers tracing over the scars that they encounter there while in the dorm room Aegir was busy peeling up her night gown as a tentacle roamed against her.

Her cries were soft and sweet to his ears, little gasps and croons of pleasure meeting every squeeze, every stroke. It seemed she was extraordinarily sensitive, save near her scars, where she apparently felt nothing at all. As if she had never been touched in such a manner before, not even by her own hands (an accurate description, really). It was rapidly proving to be too much input for her inexperienced body, her slender frame bucking and jerking against him in short spasms of movement. Her head was a fuzzy mess of warm affection and intoxicating pleasure, barely capable of coherent thoughts that didn't involve concepts like "more" and "right there!".

Her stomach clenched as she felt his finger start to stroke and tease at her folds, a long, low moan slipping past her lips as the digit ventured inside her already arousal slickened womanhood. She trembled like a wind-struck leaf in his grasp, only barely twitching and squirming as she felt his finger slide in and out of her virginal channel, her walls clamping down like a smooth vice around the invasive explorer.

She made a small sound of displeasure as he pulled back, her fingers digging into his hair, trying to pull him back. She finally noticed what he was doing and blinked muzzily, her lower lip catching between her teeth in a slightly worried expression. Could she...handle this? This ecstasy...the abandon...and more? The base, primal part of her purred a low Fuck it and her trembling hands helped him pull her shirt completely up over her head, baring her pleasure flushed skin to his hungry eyes.

"Anything you want....anything for you..." she murmured contently, squirming atop the shelf, slowly working her cargo pants down off her hips, giving his hand easier access to her aching nethers.

"Yeah," he cooed, his mouth moving to dwell over her left breasts as he ran his tongue in circles against her nipple. His lips latched on to her breast and began suckling against it though his tongue still swished against her. His finger still gently twisted the other nipple before pulling away and seeing to his own pants divesting them from his body so that n dowthey rested around his ankles alng with his underwear.

His shaft pulsed wildly with each pulse of his heart, his mouth coming off of her breast for a moment to press kisses along the left side of her neck and finally her lips as his finger crept out of her body the tip of his shaft moving against her sex in anticipation for what was to come, rubbing against the slit of it, back and forth with slow strokes as if heightening both their arousals.

His lips moved against her sinking now to her shoulder then lower still as he returned his attention to her breast. His right hand now massaging her left leg. He panted against her wildly though it was Aegir that loomed over her body now touching her in the ways that he projected into her mind. Her panties had been drawn off her body and now on the floor, her night shirt pulled up as well as her bra given her a full view of her body as he licked and cajoled it, his central shaft rubbing against her sex, pre-cum coating the tip of it.

More pressure arrived at the entrance of her body as Mark pushed with his hips, the head of his penis squeezing against tight untried muscles as he prodded her sex with a groan escaping his lips.

Her body felt flushed, hot, like the fire had returned to finish what it had started, only this time on the inside first. She was scared, exhilarated, and eager all at once. She had never wanted anything more than this, and now that it seemed she would have it, she was afraid it would all be taken away. Her fingers tightened in Mark's hair again, holding him tightly to her chest as he suckled on her breast, each flick of his tongue sending shivers down her spine, forcing her back to arch into him. She wouldn't let this go, let him go...not this time.

She relaxed her grasp on his hair when she saw him shifting his pants down to his ankles, her fingers kneading and stroking his scalp as his mouth worked a trail up her neck. Her lips met his eagerly, parting in a faint whine of need as his fingers left her needy little cunny. She lapsed back into silence as the rounded head of his member replaced his digits, her hips squirming languidly with every stroke against her folds.

Anne felt like she was going mad, the sensations building and cascading over each other. It was all almost too much, the feelings blending and merging until it felt like there were two Marks pressing against her, slightly out of pace with each other. Her train of thought derailed as his lips claimed her turgid nipple, her mind blanking under the sweet tingling his tongue filling it with. Her thighs shifted apart further as he pushed against her tight cleft, trying to relax and let him inside her, let him claim her. She had heard this part would hurt, if only for a moment, and she buried her face in his hair, her breathing shallow and frantic as she braced for him, her fingers digging in as she clung to her lover. "Take me..." she breathed into his ear, her legs pulling him against her insistently.

And take her he did with patient lust. The bulbous tip of his body pressing against her repeatedly as if knocking against the doors of her body seeking admittance. He pushed then exerting enough force where the head of his shaft sank forth, like an arrow towards it's target he slipped into the tight folds of pink muscle further, groaning as he did so against the sensations that sped over him.

His mouth clamped over her nippple lightly tugging it, fingers pressing into the flesh of her body as he went deep into her then stopped. His movements slow to this point and while Aegir was pressing inside her as he poised over her he stopped as if letting her adjust to the hardened saber encased within the sheath of her body.

There was little pain, Aegir saw to that given that he could easily control her bodies responses to things. He could have easily shut off her response to it altogether but hadn't, she expected a degree of pain with this and even though this had been a dream he did not wish for her second guessing things entirely, to dispel the illusion so to speak.

Aegir groaned, a bubbly sound, as a portion of himself sank into Anne, a tentacle, mimiced by one of Mark's hands, pressed up against her clit rubbing it softly in a circular pattern. Fingers moving against her slowly then picking up speed as they carried on, he groaning around the nipple that he had a hold of as he tugged against it.

When a few moments had passed he began to slid in and out of her, slowly at first then he built up a reasonable pace as he slid in and out of her body ...

Her narrow channel clenched in anticipation each time the welcome invader pressed against its entry, until finally he drove forward, stretching her inner walls to accommodate his girth. She sucked in a sharp breath as he broke her maidenhead, though the pain was milder than she had imagined it. Her breathing became a low moan in his ear as he sank further into her, her heated depths tightening around him ecstatically, her arms around his neck loosening their hold as the pain faded.

Sweat beaded on her pale skin from the exertion and heat of her arousal, her nipple tasting faintly of salt under his tongue, her breast a soft warmth pressing against his face. Her head rolled listlessly, her lips brushing his ear as she crooned soft sounds of pleasure, her hot breath tickling the skin of his neck. She crossed her ankles behind his hips as he sank into her as far as he could, holding on to him tenderly as they were finally one. She could feel him inside of her, feel his throbbing arousal pulsing against her inner core, and nothing had ever felt so right.

"....I l-love...you Mark..mnnmmh.." she murmured timidly, shyly into his ear, the words she had never been able to say in the waking world. It was a bittersweet declaration to be sure, but it gave her some sense of contentment, to have said them at all. In the moment, it hardly mattered that it wasn't real, all she knew was she was complete, and her love was in her arms.

Her body undulated slowly against his, her frame shivering as his fingers began teasing her aching clit once more, her muscles tightening down sharply around him with every flick and circling of the sensitive bit of silk under his touch. Her head fell back as his pace increased, his member grinding against her clenching walls as it sawed into her, fanning the fire threatening to consume her.

This had been one of those crossroads where he could gear the storyline of the illusion she was experience one of several ways. I love you ... Leslie ... Now if he wished to shake her up or ruin the moment he could have easily relaid that to Mark to say but he didn't.

He was a being of pleasure and he received the most pleasure when it was experience in turn. Thus he did not do that ... no, he had something else further in mind anyway and to him in was more about elobrate stories than consuming victims seeing that he was so long lived taking people by force all the time lost some of it's appeal, sometimes he preferred more subtle approaches to matters, like now.

"I love you too, Anne," his hips shifted up as his length plunged into her again and again, his tempo increasing steadily as he felt her walls tighten against him even further than they had already. He groaned softly, her nipple falling out of his mouth though his lips sealed over her breast as he suckled against it. He groaned lightly, her already tight walls tighter as he continued, his hand vigorously rubbing against her clit now as he plunged into her a little quicker than before.

"Oh, Anne!" He gasped as his hips smoothly moved against hers. Her legs entwined around him in such away that he felt caged in, that she wished to keep him closer which seemed to cause him to drive into her quicker than he was, each full thrust into her expelling a groan from his lungs as he moved against her.

Even if it was a dream, even if it would never be real, her heart swelled to hear those words from her love. Tears of happiness in her eyes, she wrapped her arms around his head, holding it to her chest and kissing his hair, his forehead, anything she could reach without interfering with his delightful ministrations to her trapped breast. If it was pleasure the monster manipulating her wanted, he was surely getting it, her body willing and receptive beneath his, deceived into arousal by the wondrous illusion.

Anne felt a sort of pressure building in her belly, a sense of tension like a quivering wire about to break. Her movements became more erratic, her bared rump sliding towards the edge of the cold counter as she bucked her hips to meet her love's thrusts, trying to take him deeper, to let him fill her completely. The slap of their bodies echoed wetly in the small room, bringing a slightly more crimson shade to her already flaming cheeks at the indecent sounds.

"...mmhaaa....hggnn....oooohhh Maaark!" she crooned softly, pants and gasps vying for her breath, her heart hammering in her chest as she felt that odd pressure build higher, her brain going fuzzy and bubbly all at once. More! More! More! demanded her inner self, her heels digging harshly into his legs, urging him on, pressing him to thrust harder, faster. She wanted to feel him let go completely, and her body tried to encourage it, gyrating and grinding against him hungrily.

Urged on by her legs against his he sped up, his hips smacking against hers echoed in the small room, her gasps met with his as he was rewarded with a shower of kisses against him, her wet tongue and smooth lips pressing against him as he surged into her tight channel.

He felt the crushing tightness of her body wounded against his own and could feel the throbbing within his shaft continue to build, the heat radiating against him even as he felt the damp desires of hers course around him holding him tightly.

Within him he felt an escalation of that pressure building and while it seemed to be his first instict to wrench himself free of her, to spill his seed against her chest he did not do so caged in by her legs upon him. Again he groaned this time as he burst inside her, his essence spurting out of his shaft, more joining it with each passing second.

But he did not stop, quickly grinding his hips against her, slowing as his own sensitivity got the better of him and he found that he could not continue. Even so, he remained incased within her, throbbing with each passing second as he mouthed her breast.

At that stage he had not seemed to worry about getting her with child, he had seemed so iniately as he pulled back a little against the circle of her legs but was called back by the pleasures of heaven that greeted his movements so far and thus called him back to her hungry body, answering the gasps with actions as he spiraled against her.

"Oh ... Anne ..." he gasped again as he released her breast from his mouth, his fingers dancing against her hips loosely holding her as he gazed back up to the soft features of her face, his lips connecting with hers once again as they brushed over them.

Her gasps and moans rose in volume as his pace increased, until her embarrassment drove her to bury her face in his hair, muffling her squeals of desire and pleasure. She relished the intensity, the passion of his motions, her own desire matching his ardor, her body moving in sympathy to his eager thrusts. As she felt him throb within her quivering tunnel, her body began to shake with tension, as the wave of her pleasure began to wash over her, her muscles twitching violently.

She didn't question it, didn't resist when her legs locked down on his waist, keeping him from pulling away, from breaking their joining. She willingly clung to him harder, nearly sliding off the counter as she took him deep into her core, wailing in glee as she felt him explode inside her. ..ssssoooo warrmmm.... her addled mind purred as she felt his cum fill her, her muscles clenching and milking around his pulsing length. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the wave crested inside her, her legs going weak as she bucked against him in a jerking, spasmic jolt, a low moan tearing itself from the very depths of her throat.

She didn't even consider things like getting pregnant, after all this was a dream right? All she cared about was the delicious feeling of his body against hers, the slippery, tingly feeling of his softening member twitching against her oversensitive inner walls. Her eye was vague and clouded as he turned her face to meet his, her response to his kiss slow and sensuous as she shivered against him, slowly arching her body into his like a cat waking up from a nap.

He groaned again and shivered against her feeling the pulse of her body arch over him. He felt content as he filled her body, kept close to her own during this ardous time his fingers played softly along her sides as he shivered.

The tightness of her body almost but not quiet hurt as he felt quivering walls course over his sensitive length. His lips danced with hers and when he broke away from them he was smiling as he gazed upon her.

"That was nice ..." he cooed, his hips sliding back as if to slip out of her though surged back into him expelling another groan from his mouth as his felt shivers against his sensitive length. Of course in her bedroom Aegir had filled her with his essence finding that she was so tight that it had only required him to push inside her once. One stroke had been all it took and with his boneless nature allowed him to slip though the smallest of cracks he had to admit that even that was a tight fit.

Of course he had not been done with her, not yet, though a part of him toyed with fulfilling that desire immediately or prolonging his pleasure further, he selected the later as he slid out of the tight confining walls that encased him.

"We should get back before 7th period ends ..." he whispered against her lips though he seemed to be in no hurry as his lips pressed against her own again.