A messenger? Speak. What does he want?

He was louder then Aegir, anxious maybe or annoyed by her nonchalance. He might not have been able to read her thoughts or even influence his elders doing here for some time but there were other things available to him to draw upon. As if displaying that his grasp on her legs tightened as his gaze returned to her, glaring at her with his milky white eyes.

Delia glanced down at the tentacles tightened around her legs as she looked back at him..

"He requires that lovely little pyramid these people used to summon you...he sent me to retrieve it..." Delia said calmly looking at him not scared of him at all, she almost wanting him now to see the times Aegir had her in his clutches to make him feel inferior..

Fafner seemed confused by the request, either not understanding something or understanding something she did not.

Why does he want that, it is of no use to him. However, you are of some use to me.

Other tentacles grasped her arms pulling them away from her chest as he gazed at her. Normally the species had not been interested in other species having evolved not to have an interest in sex at all due to their ability to spontaneously replicate through asexual reproduction in the form of budding.

What Delia was unaware of was that this particular entity was one such creation budding off of it's parent. Starting life off as a non sentient node a tool of it's parent. As it aged and experienced things it grew more and more intelligent until killing it's parent and declaring it's independence so to speak.

Fafner was Aegir's node long ago, abandoned on a desolate world rather then destroyed as parents ultimately do with their tools when they suspect intelligence in one of they tools. It might take centuries but when a node finally kills it's parent it matures along with any other nodes created by the parent so there's at least a replacement for the parent or a slow increase to the species numbers. Of course, such development in life ensured that only the truly crafty or sometimes lucky nodes matured into adults. It also made for a rather defunct life cycle.

Fafner was one of those lucky ones but he shared his parents oddity of being a sexual creature as he displayed now as his hands dropped to her shirt clad chest, rubbing against her mounds as his tongue caressed his upper lip.

Delia grunts as her arms where grasped and pulled away from her chest only hidden by the tight top as she looked at him calmly still despite this position....

"Well hurry up then, I don't have all day" She said calmly with a glare at Fafner while he gazed at her.

How smug, and he could not affect her mind just yet. Something was done to it, he could not sense her thoughts at all and knew that Aegir had manipulated something in some way. His parent had years on him, milenia in fact so undoing this mess wouldn't be easy either. Still ...

Oh, it will not be quick.

Tentacles swept up to her top, grasping the fabric and taring it away in one yank, destroying it and the bra she wore beneath. His hands, clamy and rubbery feel to her well endowed chest pressing her breasts together as his head dipped a little so that his tongue licked over a nipple.

The tentacles on her legs drew them apart, widening her stance as he devoured her breast, sucking upon it as he drew it into his mouth.

Delia faintly blushed as she grunted as he worked on her now bare breasts as she scoffed faintly.

"Heh...that all you got....your dad had better tongue work," She said further trying to be stubborn to him and piss him off further since she was in this problem she might as well anger him.

Fafner snarled as he glared at her, tentacles working to draw her pants and panties down in one fell swoop while the robed humans did nothing but watch on from their positions.

I doubt that, but let's make this a little more interesting, shall we?

He jerked her up into the air, his tentacles divesting her of her panties and panties in on fell swoop as she dangled their by her arms in the air.

Telekinetically he rubbed an invisible force against her clit as his tongue pressed against the slit of her sex, dragging against it teasingly as he sampled her body.

Delia grind her teeth together feeling this as she wiggled in his grip as she felt the force on her clit as well as that tongue against her pussy as she kept herself from making any noises of liking it as she struggled more in the tentacle grip.

"Better but not as good," She muttered wiggling more still trying to fight his grip while he used his grip and powers on her body.

His grip was strong and while it was not at his parent's level just yet it far exceeded her own. His tongue brushed against her still, nice and slow. Time was on his side here as a portion of his compound mind worked on the mess left to him by Aegir as he mentally stroked against her clit, making those motions even faster as the seconds passed.

Delia gasped as she groaned finally as she looked up at the ceiling her naked form at his mercy as she felt his mental strokes on her clit while she was licked slowly by his tongue slowly getting wet as she shook her head trying to think straight.

What's the matter? Not so smug now are we.

Fafner's tongue continued to dance along her as his mental strokes on her clit did not let up as his tongue pressed against the entrance of her sex, vanishing inside it as it drove deeper and deeper inside her as his hands reached up to grab her ass cheeks as he did so.

"Your...getting better.." She groaned out as she wiggled in his grip as his tongue delved into her tight wet depths as she felt his hands on her ass and the mental toying with her clit as she shivered grinding her teeth.

We're just getting started.

The words pressed into her mind as his tongue pressed into her. Unlike Aegir he was unable to monitor her thoughts and thus self guide himself to her treasure spots nor could he manipulate her arousal so all his work was guess work at this stage, listening to vocal and bodily clues to find those sweet spots.

He was in no rush, however, being methodical about matters as his fingers gripped her ass tighter as he pulled her closer to his face. Gone was the telekinetic touch replaced by one of his mouth tendrils brushing over her.

Tentacles reached up encircling her breasts as they coiled around them, squeezing them sharply as he took his time with her body, after all when you live for more than 100,000 years there's no need to rush anything.

Delia could only pant and moan now as she shivered his technique getting better, Aegir had easier access to her pleasure zones as she tried to hold back any more arousal from this creature's attempts of pleasuring her...

Her lips panted softly and she groaned as her pussy was wetter and wetter as his tongue delved in as she felt him toying her clit normally too.

He seemed to pick up on the fact that she was struggling to hold back given the way she danced in his grasp and the soft sounds that uttered from her lips. He was patient though and while he did not have the same access as his parent to her mind but had patience on his side as he played with her body, tentacles squeezing against her breasts as his tongue pressed deeper into her core as his mouth tendril rubbed against her clit in small circles.