The questions made her giggle with amusement. The girl actually wanted to know if she enjoyed raping her virgin body? "Mmm... Yess... I did very much so," she hissed softly, "What happens now is you thank me for opening your eyes to what your true calling is, little slut. Then you will offer to clean off my cock with your tongue. It is only fair for all the blisssful pleasures I introduced to you, is it not?" Vespira tendrils would help Morgan rise to her feet. The progress was slow, making the human woman feel every inch of tendril and cock inside her body slide out of her exhausted body. "Or would you rather I fuck you all over again?" she teased as the tendrils released the woman. The alien woman enjoyed the sight of those numb legs folding beneathe Morgan as she remained sitting on her snakelike body with her magnificient cock standing tall before her.

"Afterwards," she continued, "You may do as you please. Explore your new wanton desires. Practice with others. I expect you to improve by my next visit. You want that don't you? You want me to come back and make you my little fuck toy again?" Vespira stretched her body as she waited for Morgan to comply with her commands. "You have been a very good pet, Morgan," she hissed softly, "I am most pleased with your progresss and look forward to training you further in the future. You should feel honored that I have taken a liking to you and be fucked by my magnificient body."

The tendril and foot-long cock begin to rip out of Morgan's body. As they emerge, they hurt almost as much coming out as they did going in - each one sucking against the vacuum inside her, dragging agonisingly against the tight velvet walls that enfold them. Morgan rises up - is drawn upwards like a puppet on green, sinuous strings - and then collapses to the ground, as if cut loose. As she does so - and she's finally unplugged - she crosses her legs with an iron grip, or as close as she can manage to one in her weakened state. It's partly out of an instinctual reflex not to piss herself - she feels so full, though not with urine - but more than part of it is motivated by a terrified and loving instinct not to spill any of Vespira's seed. She's not entirely successful - some spills out, dribbling down her thighs and spattering on the ground - but just as her tight cervix made it hard to force it all into her, so it acts as a guard against the bloating, distending fluid spilling out.

'You raped me … you took my maidenhead, you drugged me, and you raped me … and you want me to thank you?'

She's broken eye contact, and her eyes are now lowered in shame and self-abasement, but the image of the ophidian's liquid gaze lurks behind her heavy lids, every time she blinks. Consumed by a strange mixture of emotions, she barely listens to Vespira's words about pets, and fuck-toys, and training, but instead waddles, legs locked, up to the snake-woman, and begins to service her cock with her tongue. As virgin to oral sex as to any other kind, she has no technique, and so she literally cleans off the member with quick, licking dabs of her tongue, gagging as she tastes her own fluids mixed with her partner's.

"You humanss alwayss love to blame otherss," she hissed with a sly smirk, "You begged me to fuck you. You impaled yoursself on my thick cock. You begged for more and wrapped your armss around me. I did not take anything. You gave it all to me, you dirty whore. I gave you no drugss that made you come and see me. You left your dorm and followed some nude fantassy you created and found me insstead. You wanted thiss and I gave it to you. Or are you going to keep telling yoursself lies, Morgan. You cried out how much you are a whore to me and the world and how much you loved it. That was your wordss, your voice."

Vespira sighed with pleasure as the woman licked up the juices and seed on her cock. She cared not that the woman had no experience or skill. The fact she did it was more than enough. "Now you lick my cock without quesstion," she cooed softly, letting her cock slowly withdraw into her body, "Fabricate whatever liess you wish, Morgan. Deep down, you know the truth and you know you will beg for my touch again." The alien woman sat up and began to slither away, leaving the human slumped on the rock she was fucked on. "Sweet dreamss..." she hissed as the monster seemed to be taking her leave.

Morgan cries as the snake-woman derides her, questions her motives and mocks her as a whore and a slut. She cries as her cock is pulled back into her body, away from her questing mouth, cries at her own frustrated lust, and cries as the monster begins to leave her. She doesn't know why she's crying - out of abandonment, shame, guilt, fear, out of her own unfulfilled, still-burning passion. But then, the tears dry up, and she is left alone, curled into a foetal position, filled with alien seed and the sweet taste of Nyria's saliva.

After a while - what seems like hours of slipping in and out of consciousness - she finally regains the strength to walk. With a limping shuffle, she makes her way back through the forest, wandering an aimless path through the moon-lit trees. She doesn't think to don her clothes, nor to retrieve her glasses or flash-light, and so her way is poorly lit, blurred beyond the veil of her tears, and each step afflicts her with a multitude of cuts and scratches.

Eventually, by muscle memory or plain dumb luck, she breaks the tree-line, wandering out near to her room. She hobbles through the grounds, not caring if she's seen (though, by moon-light, her ravaged form is likely to simply be past off as a phantom, a trick of the light, a twinkling of stars), and leaving a trail of droplets of seminal fluid all the way back to her room. Unthinking, she collapses to the shower, turns it to maximum, scalding heat, and curls up under it. In time, her anger and rage grow, reasserting themselves despite the seeds of hypnotic doubt implanted into her by Vespira's ravaging of her body and mind. She claws at herself, seeking to cleanse the foreign presence from her body and mouth. By squeezing her tummy, she forces out some of the vile seed, and hot blasts of water clear out much of the rest. But she'll never be able to erase the taint, the full taint, of what was done to her. And deep down, she knows that Vespira's prediction will be proved right - she'll be back.