Melanie flailed futilely as the tentacle intruded her ass as well. She couldn't focus. Not anymore. It felt too good. She felt so damn stuffed. She wanted more. Her mind halted after all of its resistance. Of course it would. One's mind could only resist the demands of the body for so long.
Moans began to emit from her mouth, as Melanie began to put a bit of spirit into her thrusts. Gone was all thought of resistance, ponderings over the nature of this "dream." Her nipples stood firm as their perches bounced with each of her fervent thrusts.
"Fuck... yes... fuck... me... more..."

The tip of his tentacle pushed in and out of her rear just a bare inch or two as his shaft thrust inside her core feeling the tentacle between the thin wall of flesh that separated the two. Friction washed over him as her thrusts became quicker. He groaned out, his thrusts becoming quicker at her urging as his mouth fell over one of her breasts sucking it with his mouth as a hand played with another clasping the breast in his grasp as his hand and fingers rolled over it feeling the nub of her nipple against his palm as he rubbed against it.

Nice ... he cooed into her mind knowing that she could not resist him forever.

Melanie couldn't resist anymore. She had started down the slippery slide to defeat- and she had whetted the slide with her own juices. She began to put more spirit into getting fucked by the alien, her body still aching with need despite the depth of the tentacles. "Deeper.... push deeper..." she moaned, the fuzzy cloud of pleasure overtaking her mental state. She was now his pleasure driven cock toy. Just thinking of herself that way nearly brought her to orgasm.

For her to state what she had was an accomplishment. There was no need to push into her deeper just yet, however, he simply pulled her up and down his length quicker, the added friction sliding against him as their tempo increased. His tongue curled around her nipple as his mouth closed around her breast.

His hand eased over her other breast, rubbing against the curve of her body then gripping it in his hand and squeezing it, the tentacle in her rear moving in a circling pattern as it pushed into her a little deeper than before, he groaning out with each downward pull of her body against his own as he felt her slick tight walls rubbing against him.

Melanie moaned again, though her breathing pattern had become increasingly erratic. Her whole body quaked as she came for the first, and almost certainly not the last orgasm. The very touch of the alien was sending millions of buzzing lights off in Melanie's mind, her senses lost in a cloud of pleasure and mindless salivation. Melanie wanted more of it... the liberation of just giving in, the loss of dignity and pride that had imprisoned her for so long..

Who was she kidding? She couldn't even remember what pride felt like. Perhaps later... when she could think...

Feeling the tightening of her warm confines he slid her down over himself with greater difficulty now, his tongue still licking at her nipple while his hand rubbed over her other breast feeling the softness of her skin beneath it as he made such subtle motions.

See how readily your body gives in? There is no sense denying what you desire.

Melanie, at that point, had essentially lost her senses. She was an animal, a bitch in heat. She couldn't respond. She couldn't even register the words. All she wanted to do was milk the cock that filled her pussy. All she could do was shake and moan as her hips grind against the monster's penis. Penis. What a fascinating word. But not nearly kinky enough. The thing in her pussy was a cock... a nice, thick cock. She shook with orgasm as her body caved in once more.

He groaned against the feel of her, the tight passage that greeted each movement of his cock as it slid inside her, the friction burning against him as he slipped inside her tight core, mouth tendrils quivering as her body responded in this primal way.

A tentacle rounded her hip as his hands on her ribs drew her in against him a little closer as his mouth spread it's tongue over her cool breast refusing to relinguish the hold it had already established upon her.

His tentacle stoked her back as words pressed into her mind. Faster. FASTER!

"Y-yes...." Melanie could barely respond, save for adding a spurt of energy into the number of thrusts she could manage. It wasn't rough. It was just too fast for her liking she wasn't allowed to savor the feel of the thick cock. All she could truly grasp onto was the way the cock reached her core. It felt so wrong, but so good...

Blessed with the ability to read minds he had been aware of her preferences and thus slowed down after a small while, using the reverse, slow, languid thrusts as he urged her to slow down. His girth pressing back inside her with each motion that there bodies had made.

His mouth still affixed to her breast his tongue ran little circles around it, the tip bathing the nipple, rubbing over it's point as it went. His mind reaching out, as always, tapping into her own as they continued this languid dance.

If Aegir could read Melanie's mind, perhaps he would be met with silence. For all that pervaded Melanie's mind was the hum of pleasure and the last, crumbling pillars of shame. It would take quite a while for Melanie to return to her normal, "smart" way of thinking. For now, she was nothing but meat to be fucked with. Aegir was too kind- ensuring her pleasure, she didn't deserve it. She had denied herself such pleasure for so long, she'd forgotten what it felt like...

Silence did no good either since he could monitor thoughts and even have communications with people even if they were not speaking. He felt the walls of resistance crumble away, the feeling of pleasure swimming in her own mind as it escalated.

He tampered with her own mind as well increasing the sensation of pleasure, scaling it up slowly with each thrust into her tight sheath. He heard the squelch of their bodies drawing together as he groaned a little at the feel of her walls surrounding him.

Aegir was quite aware that this situation would be unusual, that a lot of other residents of the island were sadistic but at least he could make her first encounter her far more pleasant. He began twisting his shaft in circular patterns within her as he pressed more and more of himself into her with each continued thrust.

Melanie could not get over how good this was feeling. She was being raped, wasn't she? Wasn't this supposed to hurt? At some point the rape had become just pure sex, and Melanie was feeling GREAT. Each time she was filled with the monster's cock, she tightened her pussy, if only to relish the feeling it gave her. The only reason she let go was because she knew it would feel better next time. The cock began to shift in her cunt, their juices swirling about as she tried to regain some sanity. But what was sanity but a shadow of an endorphin filled brain.

He burbled out a groan as she slid down him, her tight walls clinging against him though he switched it up a little. This time he drew her down over more of himself though did not lift her off him, rather he kept her there over his shaft throbbing slowly, a steady pulse that filled her clamping body.

One hand ran over a breast as his tongue coursed over her nipple. A tentacle lifted up off of the ground circling about her clit, languidly.

Melanie moaned lightly as the monster began to lavish his attentions over her abused form. She silently cursed at herself, while marveling at the feelings emanating from her stretching pussy. As the cock buried itself deeper into her slit, Melanie felt tears begin to roll down her cheeks once more. These were of shame, and pleasure. As the tentacle began to play with her clit, Melanie felt herself beginning to lose... something...
She could barely describe how it felt, but she felt herself losing her grip on her body and its emotions.