Icecr- the stray thought rebounded in her head, but was lost in the pleasure of feeling the tentacle enter and exit her sopping wet cunt. She moaned as she felt suckers nip at the soft skin of her breasts, sensitive in her arousal. She moaned again feeling the tentacle leave.

She clasped her hands tightly around the smaller tentacles as she felt the intruder stick into her again. She let up her grip the moment she noticed though. That's right- Master wants me to go slow. She rubbed the slippery tentacles, extending her tongue as far out as she could. She leaned in close to the appendage, pushing her face down along its sinewy form before dragging her tongue across its length. After all, you always started with the bottom of the ice cream. The texture was rough against her tongue, but the taste was exquisite. She reached the tip and stared at the appendage.

Her face turned beet red as she considered the implications of what she was about to do- she was about to put a portion of her Master into her mouth. She couldn't imagine eating her master- but that was what it felt like to her. But she could not disobey her Master... not if she didn't want to get punished. She pushed her mouth over the tip of the appendage. If she could not eat her master, then at least she could savor him. The taste of his appendage flood her mouth. She swallowed as her saliva circled it, her tongue swiveling about, desperately searching the length of his fearsome tentacle (or at least, what fit in her mouth) for every iota of taste she could find.

Releasing a burbling sigh from his mouth his eyes pressed closed at the feel of her against him. Her tongue teasing the cool rubbery flesh, he motioned forward, lightly pressing more of himself inside her pert little mouth as a tentacle felt the inner warmth of her body.

Yes, like that, that feels good.

One tentacle hitched around a hip, slithering slowly against her back as he pumped his tentacle within her faster now; slow, medium ... his pace growing steadily faster and deeper by the second. He then blasted her mind,robbing her of the sensation of pain he gave one deep thrust with his tentacle as it pierced her core further. At the same time his other tentacle penetrated her anus though certainly not as deep or as fast as it more or less eased it's way inside her.

How's that feel?

He bent down over her, easy to do given his boneless nature. His tongue went back to sliding over the side of her neck then his tentacle against her nipple only pressed firmly against it. He continued to drill into her with his other appendage pressing it past the folds of her flesh ...

H-He likes it! Melanie thought to herself, pleasantly surprised. She had never considered herself to be a fast learner, but she was taking to this sex pretty well. She blushed, realizing that this was the one thing she did not want to become addicted to. But how could she not enjoy herself? She took in more of the smooth tentacle, savoring it with her whirled tongue. She planned to give her master the best blowjob she could give.

Then she the tentacles probe regions she never thought they would probe. The tentacle in her sopping cunt was now drilling into her, and one tentacle had actually entered her ass.
And yet, despite being pushed to her physical limits by these tentacles all she did was feel pleasure. It was beginning to boil over for her.
Master... she mentally moaned, her mind just a lust-driven engine. It feels so gooood~ I can't take it anymore~

All this pleasure...

I can't hold it in anymore...

In the real world, Melanie was probably leaking her sweet necter all over her panties.

But in her dream world, she was an Atlantean whore, moaning around the thick, rubbery tentacle of her master as she experienced her first, mind-shattering orgasm.

Hearing her thoughts it had not been necessary for her to vocalize in order for him to converse with her. Feeling her lips close against him, her head bobbing up and down, he felt the tightening of her walls as the scent of sex filled his nostrils.

So soon, slave? And I am yet to be satisfied ... still I can feel you wrapped about my tentacle and it makes me wonder just how you would feel against me. His tentacles in her ass and cunt reeled away from her.

Fingers splayed over her shoulders as he gazed down at her, little popping noises came from him as her tongue lathed him and her hands rubbed up then down his shafts.

Good, now lay back slave and spread your legs for me.

The stalled Melanie froze as she was absorbed by the pleasurable sensation that emanated throughout her entire body. The feeling of pleasure that had washed over her was crushing in its infinite fire. Each nerve exploded in a concerted effort to overload her brain with the pleasure of releasing herself from the shackles of shame and innocence. She was his whore now. And as he pulled away from her from orifices, she increased her efforts in sucking on the creature's tentacles.

She lay back as she increased the speed of her rubbing. She gave into her carnal pleasure faster than her mother ever had- at least she had done it for money. But Melanie was a slave to her desire. Her desire for her sire, Lord Aegir, master of her mind and body. She would be willing to do anything for him now-

Just make me cum again

Oh, you shall.

He answered as if she spoke those words. He accented them with a groan as she sucked against him harder, shivers of pleasure coursed though him though he had to peel her back away from his by pressing his hands to her shoulders.

Throbbing quicker now he waited for her to lay back, slithering partially over her. He did not weigh much given his boneless nature though his hands reached up to softly pinch her nipples and tug them lightly. The tip of his shaft pressed against her clit as he ground his body against hers. Toying with the nub as tentacles coursed against her sides rubbing her slowly before he placed the tip of his shaft against the slit of her sex.

He rubbed against her leaving a trail of pre-cum against her then angling against her entrance he halted there as his tongue flickered down to the small of her neck where it connected with her shoulder.

Hovering over that spot he let the seconds tick away then he plunged into her deep and hard, his movements quick as they sliced into the tightness of her body, a bubbling groan spilling out against here neck as he did so.

H-His cock... inside of me....
Melanie was glad she was deepthroating a tentacle right now. If any one heard the things she could have been saying as her master leaned over her. But then again, she would've upset her master if she spoke. She was glad no dilemma need to be solved for her to serve her master dutifully. She arched her back straight toward's the monster's body, wanted him to just absorb her as her tits swelled at his touch. Aegir knew everything that would affect her in the way she currently was. The tender region around her collar bone, for one thing. It felt wonderful for Melanie as she tightened her pussy as tight as she could manage.

There were no sentient minds nearby that he could detect though his associates were exempt from that sort of detection. Even if they had found out where he was, even if they questioned her brother straight away he knew that the others would still be creeping along rather slowly and would not get her until well after they finished.

The swell of ripe breasts against his touch caused his fingers to sweep against those globes, fingers pressing against them as he closed over them. She now had one of his tentacles in her mouth, her lips making sucking noises against it as he drove into the treasure trove of her body.

He came. Hard and fast as she clenched down against him, a sigh leaving his lips, his pace slowed then stopped within her tight sheath then he slipped out of her.

Aegir was in no way finished with her, however, as he dribbled his essence onto the sand beneath him. Nice and tight ... I'm not use to having untried beings slave, but I have two other cocks that are yet to be sated.

He placed his two smaller cocks together fitting them inside her channel, they moving quicker than the one before, throbbing and pulsing against the walls of her sheath. A tentacle slipping between their bodies as they clapped together. It touched upon her clit, circling it rather quickly to match his frantic pace.

When he came, she screamed against the tentacle. The feeling of her master's cum sloshing about in her womb circumvented the fatigue of her body as she came again. But even while she was cumming, Aegir had only sped up the pace. His hands squashed her boobs, squeezing them and send not pain, but pleasure throughout her body. Then the combination of his smaller cocks stretched her farther than she ever believed was possible. And yet, she felt no pain.

She just fell victim to another Orgasm.

She came once more as her master toyed with with her clit, losing herself in a sea of bliss and cum.
At that moment, she wanted to live like this for the rest of her life.

He had been no fool and assumed that she would desire or try to flee with her family though he felt the crushing waves of her own orgasm close around him again. We'll need to work on your stamina, slave. He pressed this into her mind even as he pressed himself into her.

Aegir felt the budding of his own desire with the scream that issued from her lips around the tentacle there. He desired to hear more and as such his tentacle pulled out of her mouth as he jabbed into her, quick, hard thrusts, tentacles lightly pressing her legs apart so that he could make space for himself between them as he fluidly rolled against her.

He groaned again. His tempo slowing then becoming frantic then slowing as he alternated his own pace as he danced over her. That's it ... mmm ... so good ...

The sounds of their bodies clapping together filled his ears any time he sped up which was rather frequently. He began to twist up against her, drilling into her channel as he did so, a tentacle reaching up to brush against the side of her face.

Melanie moaned as the tentacle left nothing but its salty taste and the memory of its rough texture. This moan soon turned into a guttaral scream of ecstasy. She could no longer comprehend the thoughts of the creature. All she could do was pour herself into the pleasure of her pussy. The pleasure of it churning about in her womb. The feeling was indescribable, but her breasts perked up even further than before. Her body acted as a trap. She wanted to reach new heights of pleasure, but her body could not keep up with her carnal desire.

And hearing her master give into his own desire was refreshing for the teenager. So refreshing and so arousing. His sporadic speed did all the more to remind her how she was the slave, and he was the master.
"Ssssooooo goooooooodddd" she moaned, her voice juttered with each thrust.

Drilling into her, the heat of her body radiated against him as his ears were filled with the noises escaping her. A scream, then her drawn out words, he particularly like a girl willing to use dirty talk or had been rather vocal.

But he found her quite tight as he pressed into her, feeling his member twitch and tingle he stopped, drawing out of her quiet suddenly as his hands pressed against her mounds. On your hands and knees.

The change in position giving him enough time to come to his senses a little and steal himself against her untried body. He waited for her to assume the new position, hands coiling around her sides to grasp at her breasts. He trickled his tongue straight down her back as he ooozed it against her, His smaller cocks, dribbling at their tips pressed back to her stroking up and down the slit of her sex.

You're a slave to pleasure now ...

"noooo" Melanie cooed as Aegir pulled away from her radiating body. The tongue was sliding down her back, her tits over stimulated. She wanted the cocks back in her. She strained to remember the order he gave.
On my hands.... on my knees....

Melanie twisted over the instant it registered, her pussy now sopping with the monster's seed and her own nectar. She wanted Aegir to pleasure himself with her. She was, indeed, little more than a slave to pleasure.

No? It seems someone has forgotten her place.

As such he did not return to the slice of heaven that was her body readily as he had planned but rather continued to tease her, to make her desire heighten as his cocks rubbed against the slit of her body rather slowly. Hands and fingers pressed against her breasts, fingers digging into her skin and rubbing her globes back and forth.

One of his tentacles reached around her hip, touching her clit and rolling it softly back and forth. It picked up speed as it went to, and he rubbed up against her faster by the second. Another tentacle returned to her anus, the tip of it slowly circling it as he prodded her pussy with the tips of his cocks. Lightly pressing against her without entering her he fought against what he truly wanted and that was the tight feel of her flesh surrounding him again.

Melanie was no longer capable of coherent thought. She was only cognizant of her desire, and the fact that it was being denied. She moaned and twisted about, fighting to gain some control so that she could pleasure herself with the Master's appendages. The toying, the ministrations- they were just a form of torture for the girl, now driven completely off of hormones.

No longer able to bring herself to wait in a manner befitting her position, Melanie bucked back against her master's cocks. Her entire body pushed back, pushing the cocks right back into her folds.