Crap. Jo! Melanie struggled to stave off the fiendish memories that his appearance was eliciting from her. Her eyes danced around the cave, looked for weapons. This was not something for Jo. At least she would be able to escape if... No. Not again. She was not about sacrifice herself again. Not to this thing. To be honest, Melanie was afraid. Not of the monster before, but of the strange effect being horny had on her. She was not going to succumb to that pleasure again, not so soon. She sifted through her memories.

Then she grasped onto the one weakness she knew of. Aegir hated light, just as the bug had. A feeling of futility began to edge it's way into her mind. It would be so easy for the monster to step in the way of any light, and Jo would probably be too busy freaking out about her situation. Still, it was worth a shot.

"Jo! Use the mirror! His weakness is light!"

Jo was grasping at the tentacles, trying to free herself from Aegir's grip but that was in vain. But the thought that Mel had alerted him just a second before she spoke it. Not enough time! He would have tampered with the regions of her mind that controlled speech if he could but Mel acted quicker than he.

At first Jo didn't listen, struggling in Aegir's grasp before changing tactics. She used the compact, reflecting a sliver of light into Aegir's sensitive eyes. He squinted, practically closing his eyes as he was blinded by the bright light that he was experiencing.

He had been use to gloomy environments and evolution had been responsible in heightening his visual senses. Physically he was blinded though he could still sense the brain waves of the girls and pinpoint there location.

Aegir was at a severe disadvantage though given that he could not sense obstacles in his path though. Instantly he reacted, a tentacle coming up to slap at the compact knocking it away from Jo's grasp. He glared at her, then looked back towards Mel, mouth tendrils twitching, gaze narrowing, then he launched other tentacles at her weary of her little trick from the dream ...

Melanie slid to the side, eyes dancing across the drastically darkened cave. She decided to take cover from the tentacles in the same place the bug had hidden, not able to identify anything else. Unfortunately, she had misjudged the location of the rocks, her memory partly altered by Aegir's consistent tampering. She tripped and fell, her chances of capture drastically increased. Indeed, it did not take long for the tentacles to wrap around her leg. In desperation, Melanie clutched the sharpest stone she could find and brought down the object on the tentacle.

Black blood oozed out of the tentacle and it instinctively shot back letting her go. In truth Aegir was in little pain, a burning sensation coursing through the limp which triggered his regenerative properties that displayed how quickly he was healing as the cut was already closing before her very eyes.

That rock won't save you.

Tentacles began to tare at the bathing suit Jo wore, she screamed, wriggled and protested to no avail, helpless as to what was happening. It was as if Jo's fate was likely to happen to her. But Aegir's main focus was on Mel. He looked down at the prone red head, then launched his attack again towards her, tentacles streaking towards her now from either side.

Jo's scream echoed through Melanie's ears as she struggled to her feet, only to be grasped by more of Aegir's tentacles. For some reason, despite her body and mind's protest, she couldn't break loose from this feeling of futility. Was it just fate that had lead Aegir back to here?

Wait, perhaps this was just another dream. Yes, that would explain SO much.

But, the pain was real... the entire situation just felt so real to her. Had she dreamed of going to the beach? Was she asleep beneath the comforting leaves of Jules Verne? Or was she truly about to lose her virginity? Her fear overcame her courage at long last as she let out a scream, knowing that no matter how hard she fought, she was in Aegir's grasp.

He could feel her struggle fin his grasp as he drew her closer. Doubt and uncertainty flickered through her mind. The beetle wasn't real, nor where the mariners so her reasoning could be true. She could have been dreaming though Aegir had not revealed whether or not this was the case.

It could be ... maybe you sleep somewhere, maybe you don't.

Tentacles went to work on her bathing suit. He could have easily shredded the material had he wanted to though that was not his aim as he began peeling down the top, stopping only when the material was beneath her breasts.

A tentacle jutted into Jo's mouth as it pushed it's way inside her throat, moving back and forth though Aegir had not shown her a glance, his focus was on Mel, that was clear and Jo was just an incidental victim in the way that he had to deal with.

Jo gurgled a little against the appendage invading her throat, another tentacle brushing against her clit while his hands slid against Mel's breasts, fingers rubbing little circles against her nipples as he attempted to stimulate her, his mind flooding her own and Jo's as he increased their susceptibility to pleasure.

Melanie cursed more than she moaned. She attempted to bat away her unwanted emotions, wanted to swallow them down, leave them to rot in the back of her mind. Her eyes wondered to Jo. Perhaps this all could have been avoided if she had just told Jo to leave. It would have been so much easier for her. Melanie struggled against the pleasure Aegir was causing her. Aegir... he was in her mind... Melanie started attempting to force Aegir out, though that little voice tut-tutted at her futile efforts.
Come on Melanie. You know you'd enjoy it.
This... is... my... body! Stay away from me! You have nothing to do with me! Melanie wanted to scream back, but as she opened her mouth, Aegir's finger flicked her hardened nipple. All that elicited was a soft, restrained moan.

Like when we last met, so defiant in the beginning at least before you come to your senses.

His fingers still rubbed against her hardening nipples, a little quicker now as his mouth tendrils flickered this way and that as he regarded her for a moment. His and her ears filling with soft moans as tentacles invaded Jo, the sounds muffled against the tentacle in her mouth but unmistakeable given what she was going through, Jo's body so manipulated she nearly came undone with the single duo thrust as a tentacle pressed into her ass, another into her pussy as they moved back and forth in a timely fashion.

Other tentacles gripped Mel's bathing suit peeling it down her body slowly, another tentacle heading straight for her clit where it rubbed against it back and forth, the musky scent exuding from his body growing sharper as he did so but he seemed to be in no hurry, at least with her as Jo let out a sharp, yet muffled cry as her body tightened against those invading appendages as she was quickly overcome by the tentacles now easing in and out of her body.

Deny it all you wish but see how your body aches? How it yearns?

"I'm sorry. You must mean, LOSE my senses, as whatever I did in that dream... that wasn't me," the girl hissed through her teeth. It was true her body remained putty beneath his tentacles, but Melanie's mind was focusing on her hate for the tentacled monster. Clinging onto it for dear life. It was her lamp post, her guide. She was not about to become the creature's toy. Not again. Back then, she had been driven by fear of losing her "family." It was not even her real family! How stupid could she have been? To get caught up in a foolish dream...

"And you want to know... what makes my body feel this way? It's your... damn... psychic powers..." she stifled a moan as he pushed harder.

Aegir chuckled, the sounds of Jo's muffled moans reached their ears now, more intense as his tentacles sped up. Some may argue that a dream allows us to experience our fondest desires ... but what powers do I exert over you? None, not a one, your body intuitively responds, how much like your mother's daughter you are.

He lied of course but the whole point of his words were to unhinge her a bit, to make her doubt what she believed as a tentacle now rubbed gently against the slit of her sex, up, then down as he pulled down the remainder of her bathing suit.

Another touched and rubbed her clit in a circular pattern as he bent down forward, his cool tongue running against one of her nipples as his mouth latched over her breast and began to suckle against it.

"You... have no right... to mention my mother!" Melanie spat, though the mention of her lead to some bizarre thoughts about her mom. But she quickly discarded them. It only made her loathe the monster even more. "And that was certainly was no dream- that was a nightmare you concocted. You think I didn't leave it be? I studied you. I looked you up. And when all that failed, I worked with what I knew. You're a self-serving creature with too much time and too much power readily available to you. You always get your way. Heck, I don't even need to say anything. You can read my mind anyways. But I will never believe that this is of my own free will. NEVER." Melanie would probably have said more, but what more could be said when a monster was tampering with your erogenous zones?

She gritted her teeth as Aegir suckled on her teat, his cool appendages tracing her clitoris. It was hard not to moan, but Melanie took a hint of satisfaction in her miniscule victory against her body...

Believe what you will, it is no concern of mine.

It was true that he had plenty of time on his hands and he usually got what he was after. To make things far more challenging for himself given the inhibitors on the island he had tried for the most part to get beings to accept what was happening to them.

Sometimes he just took what he desired, it all depended on his whims at the time. His tongue captured her nipple brushing over it as a hand groped the other breast, fingers pressing into it as he gave it a squeeze.

He could sense the pride welling up inside her though they were clearly not finished here either. Tentacles spiraled inside Jo at a fast pace while another swished about her clit back and forth aiding the one that moved against her clit.

His other hand brushing down her side, down then back up. Fight it if you must though you will soon realize that the sooner you give in, the more pleasure you will receive.

Melanie averted her eyes from the disgusting creature that took advantage of her inherent weakness. She could not stem the pleasurable tendrils as her nerves were set aflame by his touch. She could only give rise to the revulsion that had settled at the base of her stomach. Her struggling lessened as the feelings of shame and futility mingled throughout her mind. All of her focus had been diverted to her hatred of Aegir, this situation, everything about him and her dreams.
"Just have your way and leave us be." She set her jaw as tears began to form in her eyes. She laid limp, hoping that Aegir would make this quick and painless...

But it was going to be anything but quick. A hand reached down between her thighs replacing his tentacle as fingers brushed against her slit, then positioning himself at her entrance he pushed them part way inside her to the sounds of Jo's moans that floated up to his ears.

His mouth tendrils quivered, he could feel her thoughts bathing his mind as he tasted them. His thumb curling back to brush against the hood of her clit as he pressed again into her mind increasing the sensations of touch, increasing the pleasure that she ffelt.

This will be anything but quick ...

Melanie thought she knew what to expect.A quick insert, Aegir doing his business, and leaving his semen buried deep into her womb. How foolish had she been? All Melanie had to do was look to her left and see Jo succumbing to the monster's constant ministrations. She grit her teeth, put her hate for Aegir above all else, but the moment Aegir got to work forcing the pleasure and sensations into her weary mind, she let out a moan.

Melanie caught herself, biting her tongue in the process. She mentally berated herself for being so weak. How could she succumb to the pleasure that her mother had become addicted to? No, she couldn't afford it. Not even if his nice thick tentacles exuded the scent of her own cum, pried her jaw open, scrapping the inside of her mouth, and leaving nothing but Aegir's taste for her savor.
Melanie tried to stop her thought train right there. She definitely did not want to give the mind-reading squid more ideas.