Facing her now he had been aware that she was attempting to gain a little insight here. His mouth tendrils flickered as his hands plucked at her nipples, hearing the tremble in her voice as his large shaft rubbed up against her slit. He made cooing burbling sounds.

Oh, not quit. I haven't finished with you yet and I'm sure your not done with me either. He lowered her against his body so that the tip of his shaft slipped a bare inch over him causing him to sigh again.

Tentacles gripped her legs and waist now as he drew her down even further, his tongue coursing over the side of her neck as he did this softly lapping against the skin there as he traced against it in slow motions, a tentacle lifting up to press against her clit as it rolled over it just as softly as his initial plunge into her had been ...

It was clear that he was not finished with me, but his implication that I had need of him was mistaken, at least I was in denial of it. “Just because I … I … mmm”, I tried to dispute his comment, as the tingling sensation of pleasure overwhelmed me again, inspired by the tip of his malehood pushing inside me. My back arched slightly. I couldn’t pull away from him, even if I would have, and he continued to use my body like a toy for his enjoyment.

My clit throbbed as my opening stretched, my walls ached to encompass his mass again, but the slow speed was like torture. I craved to be ravished, my hips against my will tried to pump into him, but his size surely would have damaged me if he had moved to fast during the impalement of my tight pussy. He moved deeper into my core, stealing any words that have formed, transmuting them into moans, and gasping breaths. “I – I don-n-nmmm … d-don’t wa-ah … ahh …”, I tried to insist, as if my virtuous thoughts has any control.

Aegir had been amused that she was fighting this like a fly struggling against it's capture when finding that it was now trapped in a sr =pider's web. Her body acted even if her mind didn't and his tentacles wrapped about her arms drew them back so that they were outstretched at her sides.

His strength in those appendages alone would be enough to restrain her though he seriously doubted that she would give him any further trouble as a tentacle curled about her hip the tip of it brushing against her engorged clit as he pumped into her slowly savoiring every little thrust.

He was well aware that it was driving her crazy but he ignored her wants for now letting the sexual tension build. You cannot lie to me. See how your body responds? You want this deeper, you crave it like a good little slut. If you desire more then all you need do is ask.

A hand curled around to her back rubbing it with slow strokes as he shallowly pressed himself into her mind. Already he was tampering with her brain receptors dulling her sensation to pain, getting her ready if you will while dialing up her response to pleasure.

A tentacle coiled about her breast replacing his hand then his fingers grabbed hold of her hair, pulling on it with just enough pressure to lift her head choosing that moment to dip into her body further with a lone thrust then at once returned to the shallow thrusts that he had been using.

The tight molding of my breasts grew stronger, adding to the aroma of the assault, as his tentacles held me firm, and controlled my movements even further. “I–I’mm, NOT … You are m-making me …”, I almost yelled in and amongst lingering moans that lead to a sharp grunt as his thick phallus rammed itself deeper, once, before continuing to massage my inner being. Whether I was aware of it consciously or not, he toyed with my head, prodding me closer to where he wanted me.

He could tell I craved him, I desired him to almost punish me with every thrust, but his tight hold of my limbs and rough grip of my hair was all he would suffice with out my asking for more. He taunted me, almost baiting me with tiny jerks of my body, and the temptations of what he had to offer.

I was battling more then just the rapist outside of my own skin, but the demon inside my lustful body as well. I felt my inner thoughts slipping away as if right off of my fingertips to drift out to sea just out of my grasp. Soon there would be no more resistance to hold on to, and my sensitive flesh was already out of my reach. Every stroke and intrusion he made pushed me towards another moment of bliss, and I begged for it silently.

I am doing no such thing. You desire this, secretly you crave it.

He felt the weakening of her resolve. A hand playfully slapped her ass then slid up her back until it curled around her shoulder pulling her back against him just a little. He stopped thrusting into her now, his shaft contracting then expanding as he controlled the rubbery nature of his flesh with ease.

It was unnecessary for him to thrust into her to get the same desired effect. A tentacle ran against her smooth ass the tip of it circling her sphinxter then began to lightly press inside her again.

Each time his shaft expanded before collapsing he felt his own tentacle rubbing up against him due to the thin wall of flesh between the two. Another tentacle still brushed over her clit in soft circles.

Of course you can still torture yourself by denying what you crave knowing full well that you can have what you want simply by asking for it.

My lips pinched shut even tighter, like a stubborn child who won’t eat their broccoli. It slipped out once before, but the sound of my own voice begging for his molestation repulsed me. The worse part … was that it made my pussy wetter to remember it now, along side the feeling of his tentacle pushing inside of my ass.

My juices continued to coat the large mass of controlled cock inside my cunt. The friction of the two against each other was too much for me to resist, and my moans finally turned back into words.

“Do it-t … fast-t-rr …”, I mumbled under my breath as if too embarrassed to hear my own voice again. Truthfully it was more fear then embarrassment, fear of giving into this creature’s insinuations about me. I wanted him to know he didn’t know me, but my words were showing the contrary.

Was that so hard?

Slowly he kept plunging into her as if he were going to deny her after all. Fortunately, I know something else that is hard ... With that more of his length slid inside her, he moved both in and out of her, his hands on her pulling her back against his thrusts as he felt silken walls against him.

He groaned out, mouth tendrils quivering. Just like that, my little slut.

More of himself pressed deeper inside her just as his tentacle worked deeper into her ass. His cock pulsed as it continously contracted as did his tentacle. Others squeezed her breasts, coiling around them but rubbing against her nipples with their tips as the other brushed against her clit, faster now.

The tip of another tentacle brushed against her lips as if beginning admittance. Suck it!

My lips parted as if willed by his words alone, to taste the almost salty flavor of his tentacle inside my mouth. My lips sealed around it, and my tongue stroked his appendage as if giving pleasure to his member. I didn’t know if it was as sensitive as his phallic length, but it must have filled the oral needs I had. It seemed everything was heightened, and each graze of my clit, thrust inside my holes, and squeeze of my tender breasts made me suck on his tentacle harder and deeper.

I mentally cringed every time he called me a slut, but the sounds of pleasure leaving my body left no trace of dissatisfaction in the treatment he administered. My most sensitive and vulnerable parts were his focus, and my muffled moans and groans joined with his to fill the air.

He groaned, almost a purr as his member rocked into her quicker. He heard the slurping sound caused by his member with each thrust while she administered to his tentacle. A portion of his sense of taste had been linked to it so taste and touch were linked in this way.

Aegir could taste the inside of her mouth as she continued, furthermore given his nature he felt her pleasure as well as it looped onto himself as he felt the impressions on her mind. He could feel the mental clinch of her body with each utterance of slut into her brain, of course her body had been lit up feeling her growing need.

He groaned out, his shaft expanding as his own essence flowed into her. His thrusts stilled, his hand on her back skid little against it as his seed entered into her with each throb of his body. The tentacle in her rear retracted slowly, and the brush of the other on her clit let up.

Slipping out of her he tapped her ass a few times with his cock then pushed her onto her knees. Good though you've made quite the mess. Now clean it up ...

Aegir released her tits and the tentacle in her mouth slipped out of her lips as he relinquished the hold he had upon her arms. He knew that she was going nowhere now showing her just how futile that avenue was anyway ...

(( sorry for my delay))

My mind was almost vacant, merely acting from instinct now. Now questioning of right or wrong waging war in my thoughts. My breaths were panting, lips still parted after his full evacuation from my body, and obediently I turned, still on my knees, to face him.

I had almost forgotten what he looked like, as any visions I had for the last few minutes were of the outdoors as shown through the windows of the lust filled classroom, and when my eyes were closed I simply felt the pleasure, not focusing on the provider of it.

His large cock was before me, dripping his hot seed, and I leaned in to lick the tip. Like a kitten I licked him with small tiny strokes of my tongue at first, then I took the full of his girth between my lips to push deeper on the back of my tongue.

(Quiet alright, RL tends to sneak up on people)

He gazed down at her as she turned around to face him, the tip of one of his tentacles moved towards her vanishing from sight between her thighs though if she looked downward she would see the mauve member as it brushed up against her clit refusing to relinquish the high that she had no doubtfully reached.

His eyelids half closed as pleasure spiraled through him, the small licks on his member generating a small groan from him as his member throbbed with each pump of his duo hearts.

The heat of her lips slid against him, the salty taste of the aftermath of his essence rolling against her tongue as he pumped into her mouth slowly as he rocked into it, a hand of his reaching behind the back of her head and grasping it as he pulled it forward a little, then refrained from pulling on it to allow her to move partially back before he drew her head back towards him.

Good ... excellent ... he cooed out into her mind as he began to slid her head forward a bit quicker to match the thrusts he made into her mouth.

Sexual tension escaped my body through soft groans in rhythm with and muffled by his pumping cock as it thrust faster inside my mouth. His continued pleasure only added to my own arousal. Each sound he made seemed to force my clit to harden more, and his stroking tentacle was impossible for me to ignore.

I felt my hips tip into his touch, instinctively willing him to push harder against the throbbing bud, although I was not really aware of my desire to add to his caresses. His thrusts inside my mouth were overwhelming my thoughts, but the underlying encouragement was for him to enter my dripping pussy again.

My freed fingers kneaded my own breasts, and tugged on their rigid tips, while he held my head firmly, using my face’s orifice as if it had the same purpose as my cunt. I looked up at him, searching for his eyes as he continued to push passed my soft slick lips to the opening of my throat. My pleading eyes silently begging for climax, and I begged for his returned to my holes for further penetration.

Soft groans slipped out of his mouth as she bobbed against his shaft, cool friction working over him with each moment. She did get one of he wishes though, his tentacle against her clit intmsified as it swam over her, moving this way and that against her rapidly.

His rubbery member throbbed though and as she gazed up at him she felt the tightening of fingers against the back of her head. He then exploded with the bombing roar of a cannon, fingers digging in against the back of her head as he still himself inside her mouth, semen gushing into her throat with each ensuing throb.

His eyes had narrowed against the feel of this pleasure against him, mouth tendrils twitching gently, then as he finished producing his own essence he slid back out of her mouth with an audible pop.

Tentacles reached down to her hips forcing her onto her back. Not bad ...

His head dipped down, his tongue rubbing up and down the slit of her body as his tentacle continued to brush against her.

I fought the gagging sensation that enveloped my senses. My muscles tensed as his hand held my head tight so he could fill my stomach with his seed. The warm gushes of thick fluid coursed down my throat passed the constricting spasms until he had finished his climax.

The moment the last swallow full draped the back of my tongue he was done and retreated. I gasped for breath as he laid me on my back with out missing a beat, and continued to stimulate my pussy. It was all happening so fast, despite the slow and methodical pace of this deliberate being.

The whole experience was overwhelming, terrifying, painful, and now, once again very pleasurable. My pants soon turned into moans as he licked my tender lips. My clit throbbed with silent pleading. My hand instinctively reached to stroke the top of his head as he stroked me back, making the small of my back lift off the floor to ach slightly. My round breasts almost defying gravity as I pushed them towards the ceiling, and my arched neck seemed unable to support the weight of my head.

He delighted in the moans that escaped her lips, tentacles gripping her legs as he pulled them apart further so he had greater access to her sex. Other tentacles creeped up her body, coiling around her ample breasts and giving them a tender squeeze as his hands reached up to stroke against erect nipples.

Another tentacle brushed over the nub of her clit, swishing back and forth as slowly as his tongue moved along her body. He could sense her building desire, it was evident in the stimulation of her body, how it responded to his caresses, furthermore he could sense it flowing through her mind along with a mix of other sensations that flowed through it.

The taste that her sex produced washed over the tip of his tongue as he lightly inserted it into her sex, not to deep, as he dabbed his tongue into her sheath as he continued to feast on her body.