The creature did not stop its "tender stimulations", if its efforts ever deserved thisdescription. yet they became a little incoherent, as if it was ditracted. Still all four tentacles that grew from its back were squirming over Pias tender skin, but the intention seemed impaired by the creatures status.

The creatures breath was ragged, Pia would feel it on the tender skin of her neck every time that her attention was not diverted by the feeling of moving, twitchin mouth tentacles. The creature was aroused by her.

"You are good Pia... so good"

The last statement was formulated breathy even if it didn't have to be with a voice that basically abused Pias Mind. Nevertheless the creature seemed to think that Pia should know about the it. If this thing had a lip, it would probably had bitten it playfully in expectation.

"You knew you are hunted and alone, and there was no one else to talk to, yet nevertheless... did it impair your grades? No. You are still one of the brightest spots in your class."

Its claw, and its tentacle, hell alone knew which, nuzzled her right breast, massaged it, and the thing extruded its long tongue from its teeth bristling mouth and licked over Pias body in a long stroke running from the nipple of her other tit over her neck up to her chin, where it left drawing a long thin streak of slimy alien saliva.

"You were shown a swift exit, but you realized the prize you have to pay and even found the strength to decline... other girls would have done everything just to please me and end it quickly... but you wouldn't."

The creatures other claw slid betwen Pias legs and parted them partially, just enough, so its leathery, slime covered finger could begin to rub her sex. Pia could just feel it, because her sight was filled with the horrible alien face, her attention probably drawn to the squirming, twitching mouth tentacles whose natural state seemed to be movement, the rows and rows of sharp long teeth in the aliens mouth, or the harrowing glowing eyes without mercy but filled with lust.

"If you find something you desire, and it turns out to be even greater than you imagine... would you ever let it go? You are attractive to me in more ways than just one, Pia, even if you do not realize it... or do you think i intend my offsprings to have a weak mother without guts... "

The creature spread Pias legs further, and positioned its big terrible frame between them with a clearly defined purpose. Pia would feel the hot skin of the alien penis probing the folds of her sex already, the second member seemed to be stored securely somewhere within the aliens body already, and was instead replaced by a tentacle, that probed the hole of her worn out anus.

"I will never let go of you, Pia. See... thats what i meant... if you fight or give in, keep your pride or let go of it... You will only make it better for me... There is no way out for you. But you should consider if you are still human girl. If a species is defined to be those lifeforms that are able to breed, and thats what they teach you, then you are not. Because you made sure you wont be able to breed with any human soon, and when it it wears off, months after the girl that should have held the final speech at the graduation ceremony was inexplicably gone, ... it will be me, who knocks up your pretty little body. And then i will do it again and again. I will come for you in the end, you sealed this fate with what you are"

Then the alien pushed its horrible member into Pias sex. Slowly...Merciless. As if to emphasize its words.

Pia breathed hard, air rushing past clenched teeth. She squirmed a little, but there was little she could do to fight off her terrible tormentor. This fight would be mental, and it would be down to endurance.
As far as she could tell, she had two choices. Either give in, let him take control, accept her part as his future slave. She had no desire to do that, obviously. She did not care if he would call her a queen or a slave, it would all be the same, her body the tool of this horrid creature, and her mind tormented by the shame and horror of yielding, of betraying herself for him.

But what was the alternative? To resist would only inflame him further, make him assault her again and again. How many times would he rape her tonight? How many times more the next week.. or the next?
Maybe giving in would be just as well?

NO!

After all, both ended up being the same. She would be raped, again and again. The last on at least afforded her some digninty, and maybe, maybe, she would find a way to resist him.

"Hnnnghhh!"

Pia groaned as the long, inhuman cock once again entered her, conquering her body, sweet feminine flesh invaded by the brutal, alien organ.

Slowly, very slowly, the creature worked its way further in, while at the same time the act of countless moving limbs and tentacles began. Pia would feel the long slimy tentacles that grew around its maw wandering over her cheek, her shoulder, until they stopped and squirmed about the tender flesh of her ample breast. Sticky slime mixed with alien saliva on the very tip of her left nipple, as the alien creature twisted it playfully with the thick hot wet mostrous fleshwhip it had for a tongue. Wasn't it for the horrible sight, it could have felt almost desirable. Almost... because there were also the sensations of the countless teeth in the creatures maw, which was fully encompassing Pias left tit now.

She would remember them, rows and rows, sharp and dangerous, threatening and terrible, and now she was feeling their pointy tips pressing against the delicate skin of her breast, not penetrating, but leaving small red marks where her skin became compressed, mute witnesses of this inhuman copulation.
But they were few between many.
There would be the drying slimetraces all over her skin, which its tentacles left on her body, as they fondled her, her buttocks... her anus... her neck... her other tit...
And there would be the seed, the alien sperm, in her belly, her anus, and later also in her mouth, where its salty, slightly bitter, taste would remind her that it was made to fertilize humans. Of all the things it was probably the most non-alien thing of this creature, even if it was not imaginable what it would produce, if it ever... ever took with her.

The creature lifted its head, and its terrible glowing eyes were staring into Pias, as it begun to move its pelvis in a slow and steady space.

"It is the ultimate perversion... Pia...is that what you fear? The thing between your legs...it is so inhuman.... and even worse... it is also a sadist and psychopath... a true and complete monster...it is the worst scum this universe has to offer... alien and evil. Each pleasurable sensation would be a witness and the denouncer of a downfall..."

Just as if to emphasize its words, the aliens strange penile limbs began to squirm in partially twitching, partially caressing movements over the flesh of Pias inner folds, while the massive shaft increased its pace slightly, as the thing began to fuck her.
There were so many other sensations all over Pias body. They were slick and slimy, where the leathery alien skin touched hers, like the tonguelike tip of the tentacle that was probing and stimulating her anus. They were partially uncomfortable and tickling where dangerous horns and other murderous parts of the aliens body were gliding over her soft skin, always reminding that this creature was also bred to kill.
But the one sensation in her sex was steady and rythmic, and thus something to return to, if the mind would be overwhelmed by the sheer amount of alien impressions... almost welcome...

"Taking joy would be the most perverse... depraved... and dirty thing a woman could do. She would become the worst slut in the universe..."

The aliens maw closed in on Pias right breast, and with a long, slow lick the creature moved its whiptongue along its dome, and then over its nipple. To do this, it did press its body even closer to Pias, effectively making her feel its pelvic thrusts not only in her, but, through its hard, horny carapace, also on the skin of her belly.

"But that is not you, isn't it? You wouldn't take any joy of this would you... You wouldn't let yourself be drawn in by the taboo and the kinkiness, and the very feeling of perversion to have sex to the end with this absolute monster."

Pia went rigid with fear, at the fanged maw widened, encasing her soft breast in a trap of razor sharp fangs. It was trapped like a prisoner in a medieval iron maiden, but they did not close. The needle like teeth pressed against her vulnerable skin, but they did not pierce. Still every little prick could be felt, like her brain had turned her tactile sense to high resolution. Fear sharpened the senses, and Pia's heart was racing with adrenaline. Pia feared that he might somehow have changed his plans, decided to rip her apart, kill her maybe, or leave her maimed and broken. She did not know what to fear the most.

The mouth receded from her breast, but it quickly resumed exploring her body. Pia squirmed as the sensation of hard teeth mingled with soft tentacles squirming over her skin. She felt like she was covered struggling to stay afloat in a pool of squirming, lewd organs, all set on violating her. She tried keeping her mouth shut as much as possible, tried desperately to keep them from entering her mouth, only breathing in short burst. It was to little avail, off course, as the fiend kept fucking her, with a hard merciless rhythm.
When he started to press himself against her, Pia's soft, feminine and wet body against the inhuman carapace, letting her feel just the hint of his sheer physical power, his sheer physical mass, she could not help but open her mouth and scream.

Deep inside the evil creature a feeling grew, not quite unlike pride, but mixed with contentedness and sexual arousal. This Scream…

“Oh… what a beautiful scream my dear… What a very visceral and audible witness of my ability to bring you fear.”

Its words in Pia’s Head were only few signs between many that indicated how much that thing between her legs enjoyed her fear and revulsion. There was the feeling in her womanhood, just beneath her pubic bone, of an alien member that was getting even harder, throbbing with every pulse with which the massive alien body pumped repugnant alien blood into it, making its penile limbs twitch. There were the tips of countless tentacles, be it the ones that grew squirming and wriggling over the maw that was that of a killing machine, or the ones that grew from the creatures back, and that were groping and squeezing, licking and slithering all over Pias Body, and they twitched in the same, squick inducing rhythm.

“But the real fear, the gut wrenching, guilt ridden, isolating fear begins with “What if… doesn’t it? What if…What if… What if the contraceptions doesn’t work? You hear about those girls all the time don’t you. But...But... i was on the pill... How?“

While the creature pushed its alien cock deeper into Pia with steady, recurring thrusts, it drew even closer. Pia would feel its horny carapace pressing against her belly and her breasts, slimecovered by countless oozing glands beneath its surface, and gliding on this film of alien slime and human sweat over her delicate skin, like the alien member was doing it in her, lubricated by the slime and honey that was partly her very own. Slick, slurping noises were all around, and by now it would be unclear if they did stem from the copulation itself or from the countless other places where monstrous form and human flesh were touching, rubbing and pressing against each other. A terrible strength lay in this frame, which shoved her breasts up with every push, and sometimes it would seem as if only this slime allowed the beast to rub its hard carapace, with its bumps and ridges, horns and cracks, against Pias fragile form without peeling off her tender skin with every movement. And all the time there was this threat. The threat of the beast losing its composure, the threat of horns and terrible teeth piercing or maiming Pias body, and the threat of terrible words gliding up her spine like a block of ice, sounding like her very own, yet talking about abominable acts and… fear.

“…You wouldn’t even know, because there is no difference until it’s too late. You gave up your last means of discerning “what if”… from “Oh my god… No!.” And on the whole island you won’t find a test, because… in an all girls school island… where is the point?”

Terrible truths slid into Pias Mind through the alien voice that was her own. There was no way of blocking them, whenever it spoke it was as if everything that Pia wanted to think, her own thoughts, turned into the words that this thing wanted to implant in her.

“You couldn’t even just go to the nurse and take another shot one day, because there are all these physicals and what if… and what if she finds… then you would have to explain. And that is something you just can’t risk because it could draw attention on what happened to you… and you know… if they ever… the shame would kill you… this is how it feels is it?”

And physical witnesses heralded to Pia how much joy, lust and…arousal it brought to the alien to implant this evil fears in her, because in her female folds, the alien cock was throbbing with every pulse of the repugnant alien blood.

"Ghhh..A-ahhhh.. AAAAHHHH!"

Nothing but visceral groans could escape Pia's lips by now. Her body was soft, feminine putty being slowly mauled by this hard, carapaced monstrosity. Her wet, tender sex was a smooth, feminine mortar, and the abominable, terrifying member was the pestle, mixing a terrible witches` potion of pain, lust, pleasure and terror.

She could feel it inside her. Nothing quite so much summed up this monster as much as the way it mated. Forceful, invasive, cruel, the naked horror of it by no means lessened by the fiendish skill it also possessed. Even the appearance of it' sexual organs emphasized it, even its feeling as it moved inside her. Alien, inhuman, bizarre, shaped like an instrument of torture, yet its purpose was apparent, and it was most effective in its task. Even now, Pia could feel her body reacting, a forced reaction to a horrible stimuli, the pleasure only magnified and made purer by terror forcing her senses to work overtime, sparing her mind no sensory detail of her own violation.

Yet his physical attributes only illustrated the horror she felt from his contact with her mind. Alien her was, yes, but in some aspects, he only understood the human mind too well. Is intent was cruel, crueller even than his physical violation. Rape can only do so much, but he wanted more. He wanted all of her.

NEVER!

Pia's mind rebelled against the very idea! He might fuck her, rape her.. hurt her, there was nothing she could do. But she would not be his. She would have screamed her defiance if she could. She even tried, but there was little her voice could accomplish. Her body was like a sea vessel being rocked by waves of unearthly, inhuman sexuality, ant he audible words it could shape was mere groans, moans and whimpers.

I.. am not yours.. Shame! Shame the nurse will know! I crawled back, naked, covered in your.. liquids. She did not care.. do you think shame is going to make me yours?

Never!

"AAAhhh.. gh- Nnnnn--Neh-- Never! NEVER! NE--Vhhhhhheeee-ah-AAAAHHR!"

Pia's voice was strained, growing deeper, heavy and raw with unbidden pleasure.

On and on the creature sunk its member into Pias warm and receptive womanhood. With every stroke against her inner folds it felt its groin tensing more, pressing just a little bit more of its boiling blood into the genital.It was hard already, rock hard, yet it added an extra sensation, not really painful, but just close enough to the edge of being uncomfortable, to infuriate the burning fire in the alien being more.

To Pia it would feel like throbbing, every time that the massive alien rod drove its bumped strange form past the blossomed petals of her womanhood and into the warm and lubricated canal. Had the first rape been greedy, rough and almost more an act of voracity, this was different. The creature took time. The movements almost orchestrated, not only to make it all the harder to Pia to supress her arousal,but because the alien obviously wanted it like this. It wanted to enjoy her in all aspects.
Soon the alien would add just the last of the evil ingredients to the potion, the one-drop-is sufficient ingredient which brought the mixture to a boilng point, invoking its poisonous impact.

" You are already mine girl"

It had to go on.

She would feel the fleshy glans of the alien pressing against the cervical hill with every thrust, but so did the alien. The concise massaging of her g-spot every time the thick rod drove its bumped and ridged form over its spongy flesh... Pia would feel it, but so did the alien. The little tentacles at the penile base, that were winding its form around her clitoris, which was glistening like a real pearl by now, tucking at it almost like a cherry farmer that was trying to reap the fruits from the tree by gently plucking it one by one. Pia would feel it but so would the alien feel her reaction.

If it was just for the part of the alien that was once human, which was the origin of the arousal it felt, whenever her tender skin was touching the rough leathery hide of the creature, it could have just fucked her like this. But this was only part of a much larger evil, and this evil had to carry on, because to it, sex and horror were connected. This was the witch, the warlock... the demon that was tormenting Pia, because her fear stimulated an even darker and ancient old arousal in the monster.

"You remember? Once? I promised you, that you will enjoy it and you will hate it. And all the time now i broadnened the gap... cocked the spring and you... you played along. Feel how much you hate me now. How deep you despise me. It's marvelous"

Just talking like this would make her hate it even more, but deep in the alien, this just brought more perverse dark arousal to her tormentor. Pia would know, and hate it.

"Bliss... the hihihi... dreaded bliss. When it comes...what will it do to you?"

Bliss, the final ingredient.

The abomination took its time, patiently and cruelly playing Pia like she was an instrument. She might be able to defy him mentally, intellectually, but physically? She had no chance. Thorak knew all too well what he did. Sexually, he was much more knowledgeable than Pia. Her body was his, at least now, and he made good use of it. Despite the revulsion and terror she felt, her body had all the right triggers pulled. Perhaps it was not even a 'despite', really. At least in the case of the terror she felt. Perhaps there was something inside her that responded to fear, like the adrenaline was a drug, priming her body even if her mind was reeling from dread?

No matter, the effects on Pia were quite clear. Her gasps and moans gradually changed in pitch, a small change, but perceptible to one who was intent on reading her signals. Her skin had a soft sheen, a tiny film of sweat, miniature beads coming from her pores, betraying how much of a state of arousal she was in.

His slow space was a torture in itself. Whimpers snuck in between her moans and gasps. She was stuck in a limbo, where her mind was torn between begging for mercy, begging for respite, and demanding more, demanding that the fiendish beast finish its job, take her hard and bring her over the brink.
Pain, pleasure, it was hard to tell, it was all so intense.

She was heading towards the inevitable. There was no denying that she was heading for an orgasm, and despite Thorak's slow, measure pace, it would come soon and hard.

The creature didn't know why the taste of the little beads of sweat was so arousing. Was it the feeling of the tender skin of her face under the fleshy tongue of the alien? Was it because it was a sign of the arousal which it wrought in her? Was it her scent? Was it the feeling of conquest and capture? Was it Pia herself? All of this? It was not important either, the alien just revelled in it because it had already decided that this was the time when it would reap the fruits of its efforts, fruits of terror and fruits of desire.

"Open your mind and... see... where you are heading..."

Would it still be able to concise reasoning it would have argued to reconize the signs of Pias arousal consciously, just to sadistically emphasize its "control" about her. It was this kind of guy. But the creature was beyond that point.
Now it recognized them with the terrifying instincts of an ancient alien evil that was married to the instinctive heritage of countless human men, selfish and hedonistic, who it mercilessly killed, just to be able to do this. To Pia.
And slowly, very slowly... the burning lust in the creaure made it increase its pace, just enough to be a promise, while still leaving room for a desire... no... a demand to go faster... a demand for a good, hard fuck.
Because this was the creatures dance, the dance on the brink, and it intended to prolongue it as long as possible, to feed the terror and to nurture the lust. This was the time when it would reap the fruits, and it would take all the time necessary.

"...See the... evil... that you are going to cum for..."

The sentences in her mind became even more fragmented, betraying the creatures own lust for her body, whispering about its horrible desire to mate her, to breed her, but this impressions would soon drown in the face of a myriad different sensations, because in all this, there were only two consistent things to hold on: The alien face in Pias view and the abominable cock in her... well..., her mind would have started to call it pussy.

For a felt eternity the alien face had blocked her sight now, overwritten the visual reality, its twitching tentacles nauseating and desirable, its touch tender and terrifying, so close now, that despite her myopia she could make out all disgusting details of the foul alien countenace: The wrinkles, the bumps, the sticky threads of alien slime and the bottomless evil glow in the lidless, burning eyes, seemingly coming from the depth of hell.

It was so foul.

It was so alien.

It was so repugnant...

It was still not going fast enough...

To someone observing, the scene would probably been a study in horror, but still facinating, the kind of scene where you cannot truly look away, even if you avert your eyes, it will still linger in the peripherals of your vision, changing your eyes, denying you the will to turn your face away.

There was Pia. A young girl, normally pretty in a somewhat intangible way. Not a knock out beauty as some of the other students, but with a mixture of girlish charm and womanly curves, emoting a mixture of innocence, guarded friendliness. Cute. Sometimes coy, sometimes, quite without her knowing, signaling some hidden, sensual quality.
Now she was stripped down, sweaty. Reduced to near speechlessness, only emitting grunts, moans and whimpers.

Above her, pressing down on her was a true monstrosity, its fearful appearance only enhanced by the maiden it was so thoroughly violating. Not a thing about it suggested something of earth. It seemed to be made of bits and pieces of primal, archetypical horror, wielded together by nightmares. The scene epitomised violence, rape, force, defilement.
A pice of fragile beauty being ravaged by a being so pure in its evil, its demonic visage so true to its nature, it's sadistic impulse evident in the way it took the maiden it had trapped.

Pia was near mindless, her body and her mind both pushed beyond their endurance. Perhaps she could find some perverse pride in all of this later, knowing that at least she had defied Thorak as well as she could, but now animal impulse and primal terror ruled her mind. That and something else, something pressing against a gate Thorak yet refused to open. She was at the brink of something.. something big.

Her body was trembling, her orgasm was so near, so strong. Her body was taut, like every nerve, every muscle, every fibre was tensing up before the great release.

FUCK ME HARD, FINISH ME, YOU DAMN USELESS MONSTER!

It was not a thought borne of her rational mind, but rather a primal demand erupting from her deepest urges.

Somewhere in her mind, far away, there was her own voice and it was laughing malevolently, yet the laugh sounded fragmented and patched together in a wrong way. It made clear what this was about:

It was about domination. It was about the very sentence she just uttered: FINISH ME, YOU DAMN USELESS MONSTER!... About her hating it and enjoying it. About corruption and the malicious joy, when she demanded what she despised. It was about forcing her to witness her violation fully conscious, even assisting it with her own revulsion. It was about all the strength that she had put into preserving herself and defending her pride. It was about letting her know that nothing she could do would change her fate. It where thoughts like: "Can you hear it? She even demands it now…. Go faster, do her… fuck her… make her cum on your dick and wallow in self loathing… "

“Oh yes… you are mine”

And so the alien increased the speed of the degrading mating. A little… then a little more… but the movements became… greedy and demanding, and they betrayed that this was also about something else entirely:

It was about lust too. About seeing her nude body covered in sweat. About witnessing her full lips part, and the tip of the tongue emerge partially. About hearing her moans, her whimpers and her grunts mix with the other sounds which their bodies made : slick, wet slurping and squishing. It was the way the female buds of her tits stood upright, and the way how her clitoris glistened like a fleshy red pearl fresh from the oyster of her rutting sex. It was about feeling and seeing its hot tentacles slide over her nude body, and the taste of her sweat on its disgusting alien tongue. It was to remember the perverse fact that they were literally being of two different species, one as unnatural as it could be, and one a prime example of female human virtue and sensuality, and how forbidden their union would be in the minds of the men which the monster devoured once, while their remaining libido drove thoughts like: "Can you hear it? She wants it! Go faster, do her… fuck her..., rut her. Have your way with her and make her cum on your dick… Make her scream on your meatshaft..."

“I will fuck you Pia. Again and again...This is just the beginning”

The monster began to rut her. Again and again alien pelvis and human pussy would meet in smacking collisions. Strokes which grew harder and more demanding with every push would drive the penile flesh through her female folds and deep into her. Finally it grabbed her waist with both claws, giving the alien even more leverage onto her body, which it immediately exploited by thrusting Pias frame onto its dick to meet its own movements.

The thing was fucking her. Hard.

Forgotten were the mind games, the little taunts and the air of control. The… thing… wanted her, it stated clearly so and it showed. There were so much things that this all had been about, but now they were all pushed aside by a primal need to fuck… mate…cum in the instinct-driven, animalistic way born from a reason beyond reasoning:

It was about procreation. It was about the sight of her child-bearing hips and the feeling of the full firm globes of her enticing tits. It was about the fertility of her youth, about her being a healthy female, and about traits like cleverness, strong will and endurance. The precautions she took were all but forgotten to the creature in its feverish lust, as the capacity for conscious reasoning vanished under thoughts like: “Yes… fill her. Shoot your seed into her fertile body. Fill her womb with your seed, your semen, your babymaking spunk. Can you hear it? She demands it! Make her pay the price of what she asked for: Go faster, do her… fuck her… cum in her. Spurt your sperm into her receptive pussy and knock her up!" (*)

“One day... i will... shoot my seed into you... and you will... conceive…”

And the throbs of the alien genital and the incoherent breathing pattern of the alien body above Pia were just a few of the many things which heralded to her the oncoming alien orgasm.


(*) It wouldn't work though, because of a) The board rules and b) Pias precautions. For Thorak its more a game of making himself believe such that he could delve even deeper into his own lust. There wont be any conceptions here.

Gradually, the beast picked up the pace. On some primal level, she could sense something changing, something snapping inside it. Up until now, it had first been enraged by her defiance, then cruelly mocking her, gauging at her mental defences.

Now something had snapped, something swelled forth, rushing down on her like a river of lust. It hammered her, fucked her with it's considerable straighten and power, reaming her nubile body. She was the anvil, he was the hammer, beating mercilessly down on her, striking sparks of wicked sexuality each time it struck.

Pia trembled and moaned, twisted and groaned at the horrid monstrosity used her body for all it was worth. At times she felt like she was millimetres away from fainting, but at some level, this was somehow better, in a way. It was physical now. Simpler.

Pia's body was in a dizzy rage of sex and fucking. Being at the peak already, It did not take long. Her pussy squirting juices, the floodgates opened, her body trembling with an earthquake like orgasm, her cunt clamping down on the cock inside her like she wanted to devour it with her body. She twitched, curved her back as far at the monster pinning her down would allow, every muscle in her hardening, flexing, her fingernails digging into her palms as she came, and came, and came..

Complete. Loss. Of. Self-Determination.

To say that the creature was drowning in the current of its own desires, and lost the ability to turn back already would be a way to describe the state of the alien. Yet it would also miss the point, because what the creature lost, was not only the ability to turn back, it was the ability to wish for this opportunity. It was like comparing the alien with a shipwrecked sailor that was drawn in by the pull of a mighty maelstrom, while in fact it was a suicidal diver that was diving headfirst into it with the aim of drowning himself in the most exiting and exhausting way possible. And so, as Pias own orgasm made her cunt cramp and suck on the horrid monstrosity that was the alien cock as if it was the ancient Charybdis, the alien dove headfirst into the current of emotions which this brought. Male pride about the sucessful conquest mixed with evil alien desire to take her against her will and crush her resistances, and made the creature throw the last remainders of reason and sense of self preservation overboard to transform them into another yota of primal instinctive lust and almost animalistic sex drive.

The alien came.

In a surge the alien physiology cramped, and drove warm seminal liquid through its cock into Pias pussy. An inhuman howl escaped the aliens throat, mixed with the almost equally inhuman grunts which accompanied Pias climax. Then there was another surge and another one, and she would feel the warm, gooey liquid fill her, while cramps and twitches shook the disgusting body of her alien violator. Yes. This was simpler. There was no room for complexity as the alien was shook by the inevitable liberation of its drives and needs.
The alien, almost instinctively, held her down, grabbed her waist, and ejaculated, eyes glowing like burning coals, wad after wad of its seed into her. For what felt like an eternity, the creature held her there, stared at her in its lust induced state, showing off sharp fangs, and a twitching tongue until the glowing diminished, and the ancient evil consciousness began to gather itself, enjoying the afterglow of its intense climax in the overall silence, which was only broken by the breathing sounds of its helpless victim.

...The overall silence....

...The overall silence...

The gaze of the alien lowered again, and again it was burning with the intensity of glowing coals, but this time it was filled with something else than lust...it was burning with rage. And then there was the question running through Pias mind, and even if it was hard to distinguish due to the very structure how this thing spoke, it was obvious that the creature was angry... no... furious....

"What... Did... You... Do?"

The monstrosity ejaculating inside her gave Pia's own orgasm a boost, a renewed intensity just as it was about to ebb. Pia's voice went up another notch in pitch, her moan approaching tenor. Mad with sex, she trusted as she came, her hips milking the monster of its hateful seed. Her breasts bounced with each trust.

Her eyes were closed, and she twisted her head like she did not know where to place it, the feeling of the orgasm somehow feeling too large for her body, like she did not know how to contain it.

And then it faded, and she plunged down from the height of pleasure to the grim realities of the situation. At first she could only breath, lungs burning as they pulled in oxygen. Sweat covered her chest and her cheeks burned red.


"What... Did... You... Do?"

It took Pia a few seconds to put her mind back in a state where she could even understand the words. But even as she regained the ability to focus, it did not make sense. What did I do? What.. what does it even mean?

"Err.. what?", Pia asked.

The creature stepped back a little, or probably stumbled but with something this alien how to be sure?

The large, clawed hands clasped about the vile thing that the monster had for a head, mouth tentacles were twitching and twisting in every direction and the eyes.. the eyes became a cold dark void of utter blackness... grim, merciless but at the same time widened as if it was feeling something according to... fear?


"You.. took them away...."

A large long tentacle hit Pia's back like a whip, even though it was impossible to say if it was intentional or not. But if not... then that was probably more frightening than if it was...

"I can't... hear them anymore"

All the time before the monster had been calculable. Pia had known what it wanted, known that it had been seeking to dominate her, even if it didn't succeed. Ceaselessly it had been exhibiting the behaviour of a psychopath in love with its own words, steadfast in the belief in its own superiority... abhorrent but predictable.

But now there was something else, and it showed. Its world had been shaken... to pieces. And this made it dangerous.

"You..."

the creature snarled at her, exhibiting the threatening daggerlike teeth so close to her face, half translucent, sharp and ridged and dripping slime.


"What are you... a weapon? A Trick...? Yes... YES! YOU TRICKED ME!.. You knew i wouldn't be able to resist you... You knew i would come for you...What did you prepare? WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?"

The creature roared and its voice reverberated through the gym, while at the same time in her own head, Pias voice was angrily yelling his words at her.
His face was a grimace of anger and frustration, and Pia would feel how a tentacle would sling itself about her waist, and even tighten about it painfully, while the monster muzzle closed in on her face like a shark that was closing in on a victim.
His teeth almost touched Pias face now, his eyes cold and black and gruesome and slime was dripping on Pia's nose, while she stared into that abyss of teeth and malicious fury.

Then it roared again.