"Don't know what to tell you," she replied simply, "I have no idea what you are talking about. But I can make sure you don't get lost as you search for your little mystery story." Vespira smirked slyly as the woman agreed to join her in the cool refreshing waters. She merely shrugs when the student offered to change out of only some of her clothing. "Your choice, Morgan," she replied, "But I wouldn't want to run around in soaking undergarments myself." Of coures Vespira rarely had those issues as she barely wore clothing at all no matter the moment.

The alien woman waited for Morgan to change and soon she returned, revealing her rather skinny figure. The woman was practically a complete contrast to Vespira. The snake woman was standing nearly over a foot taller than the other woman. Her body had a perfect hourglass figure with lean muscles to further accentuate her features. Morgan was skinny and barely over five feet tall. But the petite woman certainly had a strong spine to endure this long.

She sure was overly tense though. Morgan hesitated for a bit, staring into the water as if expecting the Loch Ness monsters to suddenly break the surface. But then she finally stepped into the cold water wearing only her small clothes. "Something the matter, Morgan?" she asked, "You seem so tense. You look like you are expecting something to jump out at you at every corner. There is nothing to worry about. You are safe here." Vespira would move a bit closer, letting her eyes draw the woman back under her spell. Toying with such a strong will certainly had its joys to it. "But I know what you mean by drunk on this place. This place is wonderful. Away from everything. You can forget your worries here and just relax and let yourself go. No will ever know what sort of things you tried while you are here. Sitting in the same chair for entire flight must be part of the reason for all that tension you have. Would you like me to massage your back for a bit?" Vespira would continue to poke and prod at the woman's psyche, looking for those cracks she can slip herself into. Then from there she can break this woman apart little by little.

'This place is amazing - it's beautiful, so serene. I feel like it's a little world within a world, and even that world's cut off from everything that came before. I came here from round half the world to come here, to get away, and … and I just hope I'm happy here. But safe - safe, I don't know about. It's all so new, and all slightly terrifying.'

She takes a few steps towards the other woman, tentatively reaching up one hand to rest it on the other's shoulder, feeling the warm smooth skin under her fingers. For a moment she draws back, unsure of the propriety of such a gesture, but then she leaves it where she is. It feels good, somehow.

'I'm sorry, I'm just tired and worn out at the end of a long day. A massage - that … sounds nice, I think? No-one's ever offered to do something like that for me before.'

Morgan closes her eyes, the trials of the day, and the journey, catching up with her. But still, dancing behind her eyelids, she can see Nyria's image, her eyes gleaming as the catch the light of the setting sun.

"People tend to be afraid of new things," she replied, "But those who never master their fears will never find out what they have been missing." Morgan reached out and layed a hand on Vespira's shoulder. At first, the woman withdrew as if she just touched a hot stove. But then she simply placed the hand back where it was. The alien woman smiled softly. Her hand reached up and gently cupped and stroked the woman's cheek. "No need to apologize," she whispered softly, moving closer, "There is a small stone island here in the middle for you to lay on. Just rest your weary legs for a bit and I will see about getting the kinks out of your muscles."

Vespira took Morgan's hand in hers and began to lead her towards the middle of the lake where there was a few small stone islands. The stone was rather smooth making it perfect to lay on without too much discomfort. "Just lay on your stomach, Morgan. I will take care of you. Just relax and listen to the waterfall nearby." Assuming the woman obeys, she will move up behind the woman as she layed down. Her hands would slide along the student's back and shoulders. Fingers dug in lightly, finding the kinks in the woman's back and firmly gneading the tight muscles. Her prey looked so appealing as she layed there helpless before her. She could not wait to see how this one will mold in her hands.

Morgan looks pained and abashed when Nyria recoils from her touch, but smiles sleepily when she allows her hand to be replaced.

'New things? I don't know if there are so many new things here - just tired me, and mysterious lake-dwelling you … and I'm sure my muscles will thank you for it.

The other woman's clasp on her hands is strong - unusually strong, causing the tiny bones in Morgan's hand to creak a little as she leads her; but that's OK. Nyria's much bigger than her, and she's feeling a little strange at the moment, anyway. When she's pushed down onto the stone slab (why did she call it a slab? It's just a rock), she can hardly resist the other's hands, her inexorable strength, forcing her onto her stomach. Under such pressure, she'd never be able to look round, never be able to tell that Nyria had never laid a finger on her; while she's incognisant of the fact, that part of her is sinking deeper and deeper beneath the folds of sleep and drowsiness at are engulfing her, being pushed further and further down by the powerfully muscled fingers of the woman leaning over her.

"Mysterious?" she giggled, "You make me sound special. I am sure there is much more to you than just being tired." Vespira was certainly strong but despite her strength, she was careful of where she pressed her fingers. The alien woman payed special attention to how the woman reacted to her touch, searching out her most tender of places and working those places into putty in her hands. Her fingers would get a bit bolder after all other places have been exhausted, allowing her fingers to carefully slip beneathe the woman's sports bra and gently stroke the bare skin underneathe. "That is much better, you are looking much more relaxed now," she whispered into her ear, "I hope this was not too uncomfortable for you, my experience with massages is limited at best." Of course that last part was a lie. She knew very much about how to make a human body relax and what would make them feel exquisite pleasure. But she would continue to play as the modest student for now.

"Would you like to roll over so I may massage your front?" she asked with a smile, "I promise I will behave. Your clothes are going to be soaked at this rate though, are you sure you do not want to take the rest of that off. I am sure you will look absolutely radiant when the moon hits the night sky." If she could get the woman to roll onto her back then she could continue wearing her down with her hypnotic gaze. The woman was hopefully more relaxed and vulnerable to her influences now. She was going to love making this woman eat out of her hand when this is over.

Morgan certainly loses quite a lot of tension to Nyria's touch - indeed, it seems like she might be made of nothing but tension. She surprises herself by mewling a little as the other woman kneads the flesh of her back and her shoulders, and that sensitive skin under her straps, chafed by her ever-present shoulderbag. She stiffens as her ear is tickled by the other person's whisper, but then relaxes, luxuriating under the others' touch.

'Oh, don't talk yourself down, Nyria, it ill befits you. This is wonderful.'

When so instructed, she rolls over, and, taking off her glasses, regards the other woman with a tranquil gaze. There's something more real, more personal that way, and she feels that she is seeing more of the other woman somehow. Her latest remarks, however, give her pause, and though there's barely any strength left in her to muster, she draws herself up a little.

'Massaging my front … with my clothes off? That … that doesn't really seem like massage to me, more like something else, no matter how much one behaves. Not that I don't like you, Nyria - I do - but I barely know you, and I haven't really done this kind of thing before.'

She reaches out a hand to Nyria, caressing her palm, her fingers, those beautiful fingers.

'And yet …'

Even as she prevaricates with one hand, the other snakes (!) up behind her back, worrying at the clip. She gets it off, but can't get much further, lost in the other woman's eyes, and confused by the clamour of voices in her mind - some counselling caution and fear, others, more sensuous and aroused, telling her to lie back, to take off her clothes, and to let whatever is about to happen, happen.

There was no escape for her prey now as the woman layed back on the stone and removed her glasses. Their eyes met, continuing where she left off on manipulating this new student. Morgan showed some resistance to Vespira's offer but then reached for the alien woman's hand felt those fingers, those fingers the she praised that made her melt into the stone she layed upon. The alien woman watched with joy as the young student reached behind and undid her bra. She could see the struggle within the woman as she hesitated from going any further. But it was too late now.

"And yet," she echoed, her free hand gently stroking up and down the woman's side, "You are curious. Here you are free from any judgement or restrition. You can break any rules you like here and no one would know. I like you Morgan and I want to make you feel happy. You do not have to do anything. Just lay back and leave everything to me." She smiled, her eyes drawing the confused student deeper and deeper into them. Vespira smiled softly as she slowly pulled the hand that was holding hers closer to herself. "Or would you rather do me first?" she whispered, gently guiding Morgan's fingers onto her large luscious breast. The young would feel her warmth, her throbbing pulse within the firm mound. She would move the woman's fingers a bit more, letting her stroke her smooth skin.

'I don't know … it all seems so difficult, so sudden. And - I don't know, . Do we have really have to 'do' each other - is it that phallic, that possessive? Why can't we just 'be' together?'

But actually, it seems fairly clear what Morgan has in mind. She allows her hand to slide over the smooth, warm skin of the other woman, resting there experimentally for a time, just content to be where she is. But soon, she reaches round behind Nyria, gliding over hairless flesh, before pulling her down on top of her. In the darkness, she gropes blindly with the other hand along the other woman's back, trying to pull her down on top of her, into her, seemingly intent on merging their two fleshes, despite the intervening fabric of her underwear. One hand reaches round something, grabs something - something smooth, boneless, and sinewy, on the other woman's back, but it wriggles free before she can grab onto it. She doesn't notice, though, nor does she really care - passion's coming close to overwhelming her, a sudden onset of flaring lust and love for this strange woman. An hour ago, she might have wondered why it came on so quickly, but not any more.

Vespira did not have time to answer the question when Morgan practically jumped on her. Their nearly nude forms rubbed against one another. The student wrapped her arm around the alien woman, pulling her closer. The snake woman was more than willing to let her lead for the moment. She cooed with pleasure as the student grabbed one of her tendrils. It did not hurt. It felt similar to having fingers play in one's hair. Vespira's full breasts mashed against the student's hand and chest, their warmth melding together and becoming one. The poor girl was inexperience with all these feelings and was losing control little by little.

It was time to add more fuel to that fire, she thought herself. Vespira pressed her lips to Morgan's, embracing her prey like one would a lover. Her hand slid down the woman's chest, pulling away the unclipped bra before moving lower and begin nudging down her panties. Her forked tongue would slither into the student's mouth, wrapping around the woman's tongue and sucking deeply. "Mmm..." she broke the kiss and gazed into the woman's eyes, "Yesss... Thats it, Morgan. You want this... You need this... Just let go..." Her voice hissed softly as she gave the woman more direct suggestions, now intent on breaking down those weakening defenses. Before the woman could try to protest, she kissed her deeply again. Her body rubbed up and down against the other woman, letting her scales tenderly stroke the woman's bare skin.

The two intertwining figures grapple with one another, exploring the shapes and contours of each others bodies. Morgan greedily takes in Nyria's voluptuous curves, even as her slight frame is pinned beneath them. She can move her legs and arms, but her body's stuck exactly where it is, supporting her lover's body on two exquisitely agonising points of contact - on the cleft between her legs, and the cleft between her small breasts. She's not interested in going anywhere, though, and, at the risk of seeming even more like a clueless, fumbling high-schooler, wraps her arms and legs around Nyria's torso, grinding herself against her in an effort to relieve her lust. The kiss is strange, an intrusion into her mouth that makes her choke and cough a little - but to feel so vulnerable, to have another person inside her like this, is wonderful. Her eyes roll back as she feels her lover begin to suckle on her tongue, tastes her sweet saliva mingling with hers. When it ends, she blindly moves her head up, searching out the other woman's mouth again, before she realise that she's talking, whispering to her.

Morgan opens her eyes wide, bares her soul to Nyria with all her lusting adolescent fervour. She wants this. She needs this. She's cooped herself up as the prim, proper little girl all her life, denied any part of her that might become sexual and uncontrolled, and now she wants out, to let go. The feeling of scale - wait, scale? - against skin makes her cry out, in anguished longing,

'Yes! Take me!'

"Mmm... As you wish," the woman whispered heatidly. The student was enthralled, needing, and ready for more. The serpent woman kissed the woman again and again. Her tongue explored the depths of the student's throat before pulling out, a thin trail of saliva connecting between their lips. She loved every moment of it. This uptight and defensive woman was on the verge of being a raging slut. Humans were always such amusing prey.

Vespira's hands slide up Morgan's sides and graze along the sides of her breasts. The scales on her hand grind against the woman's lovely mounds as she cupped them both and began to softly knead them with her fingers. Her thumbs roll around the woman's nipples, working them over and making them hard and erect before pinching them between her fingers. She pinched and twisted gently, causing only slight discomforts before her thumb stroked the pain away and then repeating the process.

She played with the student's body for several minutes before letting her fingers slide down the woman's smooth belly and between her thighs. The tiny scales on her fingertips would drag gently along the woman's exposed netherlips. The alien woman went painfully slow, going up and down over and over. Each pass, her finger would gently flick over the woman's hooded pearl to goad it a bit further out of hiding. "Mmm..." she hissed softly, "You are so wet already. Do you want to feel even more, Morgan?" Her kisses would trail down Morgan's neck as her forked tongue tickled her heated flesh.

As the other woman's tongue reaches down, down, impossibly far down her throat, Morgan convulses and shudders. She gags on it, cough, splutters once or twice, but does her best to keep it down, and maintain the intimate contact between the two of them. To be honest, she has very little idea as to what she's doing, or what she's meant to be doing, but, instinctually reaches up again, closing the gap bridged by their shared saliva, and kisses the other again, biting down softly on her lip. It's not that this is who she is, something in the back of the mind tells herself, but when a dam breaks, everything stored up behind it bursts forth in an unstoppable torrent.

The feel of Nyria's hands on her, caressing her, is amazing. She's hardly culpable, and even palmable would be a stretch, and so the sensation of the other woman squeezing them, digging her fingers into them is an exquisite sensation. She squirms and wriggles under the untender ministrations to her nipples, gasping a little in between kisses. In return, she draws her own hands up between the two of them, beginning to trace the curves and lines of the larger woman's breasts.

Having another person touch her - down there - is almost too much, and as the other woman drags her hand lovingly, teasingly over her clitoris, skin like finely scaled leather, she clamps her legs together, as if to hide it, as if to try to keep Nyria's hand down there. The frustration is building in her, an uncharacteristic sense of abandon and a wild desire to consummate. She curls her neck round the other woman's, mimicking her, planting clumsy kisses on the soft, sensitive skin behind her partner's ear.

'Oh I do, I do want to feel more - if you'd give it to me ...'

The time was ripe to push things further. The woman was needing release desperately and was already asking for more. The inexperienced student was running on pure sexual instinct, hands fumbling to feel more of Vespira's body while lips clumsily nip at her neck and behind her ear. The alien's forked tongue flicked out, tracing along the edge of Morgan's ear as she hissed with pleasure. There was no reason to hide any longer. "As you wissh," she whispered into her ear. She kissed the woman's neck deeply. Her tongue swirled over the awakened nerves before she opened her mouth and sank her fangs gently into her neck.

There would be some pain but it would all be followed by a sudden rush of molten heat as her aphrodisic venom began pumping into the woman's bloodstream. "Mmm..." she licked the wound on her neck slowly, waiting patiently to see the venom take its full effect on the poor helpless woman. Tentacles would sprout out of her alien form and begin sliding along Morgan's glistening form. The tips of some would trace along the dark haired student's inner thighs while others would trace along the woman's hips. A few began to slither around and between Morgan's breasts, the tips flicking the woman's hardened nipples as Vespira sat up.

Part of her snake half would be above the surface as she sat on the stone Morgan layed on before. She gently held the woman's chin as she gazed deep into her eyes. "Do you ssee?" she hissed, "Giving up control makess it feel sso much more appealing. You would not have thisss if we were equal. Submit, Morgan. Submit and I will show you pleasuresss you never dreamed of experiencing."

Morgan shudders as, again, the other woman's tongue slides over the delicate little folds of flesh at the edge of her ear - then stiffens and yelps as the long fangs ink into the tender skin of her neck. Her eyes open wide, and her long hair fans out in the water as she shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Had she been drugged? But even as the panic rushes through her thoughts, it already begins to die, replaced by a warm, soft, bubbly heat. Her eyelids flicker, and she relaxes, melts into a puddle of smiling pleasure on the rock, caught in the throes of a very small climax, a false peak to the night's pleasure.

She's broken out of it by the sensation of being caressed by a thousand alien touches, teasing her, skimming with impossible lightness over her skin. Alarmed, and props herself up on her elbows. The venom coursing through her system lulls her into a half-oblivion, but the other half is worried, scared somehow. She trembles, unable to see the sinuous fronds that slip and slide over her body, a fact that frightens her, but she can't quite bring herself to tear away from their delicate attention, and clings to Nyria's body weakly, with what little strength she has left in her. She looks up into the other woman's eyes, up, past an expanse of beautifully scaled flesh, past the curve of her breasts, into her eyes, finding solace and safety from her panic in their inky depths.

'I don't see, I don't know what's going on, this is all so new - but yes. I … I do. I … I submit. Do what you want … I, I can't stop you, and I'm not sure if I could want to.'

Vespira got her wish from the woman, complete and total submission. The girl that was before interrogating her and was afraid to approach her was now clinging to the monster's body. The alien woman moaned as she felt her cock swell, aching to be let out and fill this young inexperienced student. The poor girl did not know how to handle all these new stimuli and unknowns caressing her body. The greatest mystery was soon tracing along the woman's inner thigh as the alien's long thick cock slid out from her sheath of scales.

"Ssuch a good little sslut," she hissed, sliding fully up onto the stone now and sitting the woman on her large snakelike form, "I knew coming here would be mosst pleassant. Just relax, let yourself be drawn into my eyes. There is nothing to be afraid of. You need this. You need to be filled with my hot sseed." Vespira pinched and tweaked Morgan's nipples between her fingers. The monster's rod stood proudly from between her hips. Her scaled hands slid down the woman's petite form and took a firm hold of the woman's waist. Grinning wickedly, she began to pull the woman downwards towards the large fleshy rod below her. Tendrils would wrap loosely around her arms and legs, prepared to bind the woman should she break out of her spell. Soon, the young woman would feel her first cock pressing against her netherlips.