He had been traveling to the Dorms, nothing too intresting in the forest today and Aegir was quiet picky at times. There were times he didn't really care or tried something new but he was hoping for something a bit more involved then a simple snatch and grab.

Illusions, dream manipulation, areas where he could still be a little creative helped. How he had changed since coming here, however. He had managed to get over a particular weakness, in part because the inhibitors dulled some of the effect, in part due to constant expose which slowly built up his tolerance levels. And in the beginning to he was not as creative as he was now, refraining from developing the skills that he had simply because he did not consider their full application.

It had occurred to him in transit that he had not had the pleasures of dealing with Nell. Oh, yes, through illusions but never in the flesh, never leaving her with the knowledge that it was he who had drawn her into familiar reams that her mother created in her romance novels.

Such a sweet girl, and she had been one that threw herself into the stories he created too, always a plus there. He considered it for a moment and figured that he was going to see her tonight. He had full access to her mind and knew where she lived, her class iterniary and so forth.

He made his ways to the dorm masked by a simple illusion of the blue haired girl with glasses, Cindy. Walking through the halls he scanned various brainwaves as normal for any interesting tid bits but nothing quiet appealed to him like this reveal and the fun he was about to have.

He stood there outside her dorm considering his approach to matters, a quick reveal and she may have been terrified to a degree, then again encounters with other monsters on the island probably wouldn't make her too difficult to deal with either. Thus he considered for a moment and thought it best to have mentioned that they had encountered one another before, that he had already been acquinted with her in an intimate level, at least mentally.

The door was locked so he had to let himself it using telekinesis on the lock and opening the door, closing and locking it behind him he began to cross the room to the shower that the school was so kind to attach to a good many of their dorms.

He could sense her brain waves, knew that she as in the shower ... good, it saved him the trouble of having to undress her. His hand fell to the door knob slowly turning it so the door would not make any undue sound as he let himself in.

The bathroom was filled with steam. Nell had always liked her showers to be especially warm being from such a cold state as Vermont. Shokushu was a good deal warmer but her preference had not changed. The hot water seemed more effective at washing away the horrors enacted on her body on a disgustingly frequent basis. It had been over a month since her last incident but the long break did nothing to sooth her nerves. It just made her more anxious. The hot water helped with that too.

It did not, however, help her heard the sound of the door opening. Even if the monster had not been intentionally quiet she still might not have heard him. She should have felt the pressure in the room change though, or a draft, but the school showers were well designed, enclosed in glass and positioned just right to mask the approach of an intruder. As such, Nell did not stir from under the comforting spray of water. She leaned her head forward and allowed her hair to fall around her face like dense blonde curtains, as the shower worked its magic on her tense neck and shoulders.

He noted that she was always jittery, always fearing when the next attack would come knowing that it would some day reagardless of how cautious that she had been.

The room revealed to him a steamy interior and his eyes, particularly keen, had been able to cut through the mist as he observed the splendid form of her naked body. He drew in the curve of her hips, the sway of her full breasts, how the water ran off her skin. Droplets of water splashed over her and he grinned for a moment as he took in that delicious view of her.

Aegir watched, entranced for a moment, a musky scent waffing off his skin which only occurred when he was extremely aroused, such as now as he felt the stiffening of his cocks in anticipation.

While he could have stood there watching indefinately he knew that his initial presence would shock her. Still wearing the illusion of the student he reached out with his mind letting her feel a telekinetic touch caress her cheek, immediately alerting her to the fact that she had company.

Nell had been lost in a moment of reverie, almost managing to forget where she was and how much she hated it there. Something brushed her cheek and it wasn't her hair. It felt like an invisible hand but when her own flew to stop it there proved to be nothing there. The cool air from the brief time the door had been open finally reached her and brought with it a musky scent that was undeniable male. Her spine instantly straightened and she turned to meet the intruder.

Her eyes were not so good as Aegir's and the steam from the shower prevented her from getting a good view of the person who had invaded the privacy of her bathroom though she could make out a dark shade through the mist. The outline seem female but she'd learned long ago not to trust her eyes in such situations. "Who's there?" Her hand reached from the knob to turn off the spray as she spoke. "How did you get in here?"

"Oh, there's no need to stop on my account," the female walked forward, slowly coming into view and Aegir could sense her hatred of this place. He stopped, eyes dipping down her body for a brief moment. Her skin glistening with droplets of water, her breasts heaving a little no doubt in anticipation of what was to come.

"You may call me Aegir," he dropped the mockery of the illusion. And I let myself in Nell, it is about time we met face to face so to speak, we have met before of course.

And near the tube appeared figures out of thin air, Serg, the gnomish brothers Zoot and Flanwicket. You remember now don't you?

Nell retreated further into the shower stall when the figure stepped forward. The figure was that of an attractive blue-haired girl in a Shokushu school uniform but Nell knew better. No ordinary student could have to walked into her locked dorm room. She suspicion was proved correct when the monster suddenly decided to drop his disguise. He seemed to know her but she did not recognize him. At least, not until he showed her the figures of two small gnomes.

Nell's hands flew to her mouth as she gasped in horror. She shook her head fervently as her cheeks began to color with embarrassment. "No, that... that was just a dream..." It had to have been a dream. She'd convinced herself of that but now doubt began to creep in. She knew the kind of illusions some of the monsters here were capable of. It wasn't so far fetched that the encounter in the woods had been manufactured for her. Though she didn't want to believe it.

A dream? You could say it was in someway. I manipulated your thoughts, created these characters and others. I pulled memories from your mother's books and adapted some of my own elements in for your enjoyment ... I realize that this place can be rather ... dreary.

He waved a hand casually and the illusions vanished as he drew near. I had debated keeping things afar, not even coming face to face with you but I must admit you have a certain appeal.

He slithered closer, she had to be aware that she could only go so far and that backing up would not help her though he assumed it was a mere reaction. Tentacles moved forth, one coiling about her slender waist as he drew her closer to get a better look at her. His hand reached down to sweep over the curve of her breast, his thumb hooking over it to trace small circles against it. He lifted the other hand stroking against her wet cheek.

Unfortunately for you I know your every thought as you form them, your every memory if I wished to look. Your time here has been difficult to say the least, but you cannot deny that you enjoyed escaping from reality, at least for a little while. Nothing dark happened to you then, nearly at times but it all worked out in the end.

Though now I have decided to fulfill my own needs, but I willl make you a bargain. You know full well I could take what I wished and be done with it. However, submit and you may relive another fantasy. Whatever you desire, or you can leave it up to me to decide ... so, Nell, what is it to be? Of course, you can even choose to refrain, to not do anything ... I will leave, this time, I may not next, but I shall leave, all you have to do is ask it of me.

His mind pressed into hers then, manipulating her own arousal, pushing it to the brink. Of course he did not make the choice interesting. He made it tempting, yet at the same time he kept her with just enough clarity so she could struggle against him if she chose to. He delighted in these little challenges, watching the struggle, feeling the raging thoughts and the struggle itself as to what to do.

Nell withdrew from the approaching monster until her back pressed against the cool tiles of the shower wall reminding her that there was nowhere to go. Even that tiny retreat proved to be futile in the end anyway as one of the creature's tentacles coiled around her waist and drew her back to him. The slick floor made resisting his pull pointless. Still, at least he hadn't restrained for wrist as well... She'd had just about as much of that as she could deal with of late.

His hand began to rove over her body, tracing the line of her breasts. His other hand brushed her cheek and she turned her face away from him. She was wet and naked and in no mood to be patronized. Especially not by the creature that was about to rape her. He was speaking again, expanding on exactly how thoroughly he could invade her mind and she glared at him.

"...Nothing dark happened to you then, nearly at times but it all worked out in the end..."

She wasn't sure she was buying that line. She remembered the dream with the two gnome brothers quite vividly and had never told anyone about it because it was so embarrassing. The things she had done so willingly... so eagerly. Even though the dream had given her a perfectly good excuse for her erotic behavior. She couldn't believe the things she'd done, the things she'd come up with in the throws a need and desire. And now knowing someone had been watching her, manipulating her dream to put her in that position and make her want to do those things... And there was no telling what other dreams he'd been the author of. She thought back to the nightmares that had plagued her during her first few months back on the island after her... episode. Had he been responsible for those too perhaps?

He was still talked. "...I willl make you a bargain...", it had began. She wanted to scoff. How many times had she heard that one since she came here. The whole 'help me rape you and I'll make it worth your wild' bit. Such utter bull... Then suddenly she felt it. Her body tensing in a way that had nothing what-so-ever to do with stress or fear and everything to do with sex. Had the monster not just told her about how he could fuck with her mind she might have believed it was coming from her but no... There was nothing arousing about this situation.

She grabbed her head and swore violently in German. "Stop it! Stop fucking with my head!!" She glared at the monster. "If you want to make me a genuine offer then do it without the manipulation. Let go of me and back the fuck off for a second so I can think!"

((Yes, Nell has grown quite weary of mind games. Sadly she has been mind-fucked more than she has been legitimately fucked.))

He could sense her train of thought as she dwelled upon her dreams and nightmares. He could sense them as if they were another sense and he had to actually concentrate not to sense them. Just the two dreams thus far ... of course you may not believe that but that is the truth of the matter. I would have no need of lying. You know full well that I could have already begun to take what I desire. Whether you believe it or not is up to you of course.

He looked at her as she shook her head. He sensed her thoughts, rifled through some of her memories and made a quick decision. He actually did as she instructed. In all her times here how often had that occurred. He stopped manipulating her mind and the tentacle around her waste retracted. He gazed at her nake form, so small in comparison.

Of course, he had other tricks at his disposal, though none of which he had used now. He was curious as to how her mind might rationalize this. Curiousity was a good thing, since it rarely came up now in his long life. She knew what she was dealing with, probably even considered what his little game was though he had considered something else, something he did not reveal just yet that she may have found far more appaeling actually and as he waited he scanned some of her memories deducing how she was likely to respond.

Nell let out a sigh of relief when the monster finally released her. That gambit didn't always pay off. No matter what they said, most monsters preferred their mind games to genuinely pleasuring their victims. It made her think better of Aegir to discover he was not one of that breed. "Thank you..." She said after a moment before retreating back into the depths of the shower to consider her options.

What was the monster offering her? Sex... No, it was more than that. Sex the way she wanted it. He wasn't making her some ridiculous quid pro quo offer. He wasn't saying, 'let me have my way with you and I give you power', nor was he saying, 'give in to me and I promise to be gentle'. He was offering her a fantasy... Her fantasy... Whatever she wanted. He wanted sex to, of course, but he'd build a world around them to fit her desires in exchange for it. And if she said no... He'd leave? Would he really do that??

Of course, he had added a small threat that she didn't much care for. What had been his words exactly? "I will leave, this time, I may not next, but I shall leave, all you have to do is ask it of me." It was a threat, no doubt of that but... She peered around the shower door to regard the creature standing there, waiting patiently for a reply. Again, it was what he hadn't said that was more telling than what he had said. He hadn't said, 'I'll let you off tonight but next time I'll take my pleasure.' or 'Refuse me and next time I won't be so nice.' All he'd said was that next time he might not leave. He wasn't even threatening to take his offer off the table if she refused him now. Of course, that didn't really mean he wasn't a brute but...

A thought suddenly occurred to her and she had to ask, "What was the second dream? You said you'd given me two." It seemed important to know the kind of fantasies he'd invented for her when she hadn't known she was being manipulated. He claimed she'd enjoyed them but perhaps that was just ego talking. If the second dream had been one of the truly good ones she'd had since coming here... Maybe she might be more tempted accept his offer.

You are welcome. He allowed her to think a little as she analyzed his words, thought about things and considered others. He had not interupted her from thinking but rather allowed her to make her own conclusions though while she did he was able to watch her naked form.

Aegir became awrare of the fact that her chest wasn't heavening as much, though he was aware that this was a situation that she did not find herself in all that often. He was pleased that he could be surprising though he made no threats, he didn't have too. She could probably envision threats better than he could deliever them or heard most of it before. Neither of that was part of his agenda tonight, no, rather he let her come to her own conclusions.

As the thought formed in her mind he was aware of the question she was about to ask before she delievered it.

The first was with the gnomes, the second you were a princess who had lost a kingdom and traveled with the stable hand Serg to prevent your impending rape at the hands of the invaders, tracked down the traitor that was responsible for causing the mess and had a bit of a run in with the stable hand that you enjoyed. In that particular fantasy it was your first time though I removed any trace of pain from the experience. I thought it would be in character for you to believe that you were for the part ... but in a nutshell that was the second dream. There were others that I considered too, but as of yet have not used. Tonight may mark the third such event if you are willing of course.

Nell blushes again as the monster described the second dream to her in some detail, though he didn't need to. She turned her back to the monster to hide the coloring of her cheeks, though this time not due to embarrassment. She remembered the dream with Serg almost more vividly than the one with the gnomes. She'd relived it in her head several times in private. She'd enjoyed it that much...

"Oh damnit!" Now she wished she hadn't asked. The gnome dream had been interesting... But mostly strange and a little embarrassing. Another dream like that might not have tempted her. Really, she'd hoped the second dream had been a crap dream that she could easily refuse. The Serg dream though... It offered something more than just a sex fantasy. It offered something more... Something she could never have here and her heart ached with longing for. She cleared her throat to cover the fact that she was almost in tears. "Um... you got that idea from one of my mother's book, right? Cruel Seductions, I believe. I..." She paused. Was she actually considering this?

She began again, almost shyly. "If I were to actually agree to this... If." She reiterated pointedly. "Then you'd really let me choose the fantasy?"

Aegir new that she was blushing even if she turned her back on him he could feel her thoughts after all. He was actually delighted that she relived that dream too, while he liked to be thought of, worshipped and doted upon she had not even been aware that he existed then so coming to appreciate that dream was in a sense appreciating him.

He could feel that the dream was running influences with her thought, pressing her closer to giving in though not quite yet. She had other questions for him and there was still that hesitation but she now realized the full effects of the rewards she could benefit from.

His posture was relaxed though he slithered a little closer to the shower, an excuse in seeing her a bit better. He wasn't briming with uncontrollable lust either ... yes, he had desires but given his long life span he learned to be patient for the things he wanted most of all.

Yes, an adaptation though the characters were a bit different it was the plot from the novel for the most part. I changed a few things, disregarded some that I knew weren't so enjoyable to your mindset but generally kept to it as a guide.

And yes, if you do accept then you would be free to create your own tale so to speak or leave it up to me and I will randomly select one from your subconscious to use if you desire the element of surprise. I could even sweat the deal further ... though I do not believe it will take too much swaying.

You hate this place, can not leave and are one of the lucky or rather unlucky in your case, girls that are subject to attacks. I could give you some respite, though ruining the fun of other monsters is somewhat prohibited I could even alter your memories in such case, make you forget after the fact for instance but that might not be to you liking as each time you would have to relearn from your encounter and some beings would take particular delight tormenting you as they trained you time and time again only for you to forget each time.

No, it is probably better for you to remember but accept and have some measure of escape from all this. Deny me and I'm certain that no other monster will offer you equal or better terms. This is not forever ... your torment here will eventually end, though life can become even more of a burden for you,

Damn, he was good. He knew what she wanted to hear. Well, of course, he did. He had a direct pipeline into her head. That should have made her distrust his words but it didn't. For so long she'd needed to hear those words. For someone to tell her that this was not forever. Especially, considering how frequently she'd be told just the opposite. Luju liked to tell her that. That this torment would never end. She had been beginning to believe him. "Thank you." She said again as she wiped away the tears she had no longer been able to hold back. "And you are right, as nice as it would be to forget the everything that has happened to me here, I can't afford it. I have too many enemies who will take great pains to remind me what life is like here. But a reprieve might be nice."

She'd made her decision. He was right, she wouldn't get such a generous offer from anyone else and she didn't want to risk him retracting it if she made him wait. The thought still frightened her a little though and made her hesitate. "I'm not really sure what I'd want exactly..." She began to babbled a little. "Something a little more elegant than one of my mothers novels though. I love her but most of what she writes is pure smut... I mean, I know sex is... umm... kind of the point for you but..." Oh god, she was actually doing this. This wasn't going to be a dream. That creature behind her was actually going to fuck her. Would she be able to put that thought out of her head enough to really got into the fantasy she was bargaining for? She still stood with her back to the creature, afraid if she turned around she'd lose all her resolve. "Umm... Maybe something more like a Gothic Romance. Do you know the sort of thing I mean?" She wasn't sure how well read Aegir was but then maybe he didn't need to be. He could read her mind after all. "I'm... ummm... not sure I want to me more specific than that..." She didn't really want to know when the actually sex was going to be coming.

I did not place a time limit on you answering, the sooner the better of course and yes, I can gather the thoughts from your mind as you consider them and can easily formulate them. But you are welcome. There is a chance that the torment can last longer but as good of a chance, nay better I say, that things may change drastically where the tormentors can ... well I've said enough for you to use a little imagination to wonder about that situation. Of course even in the worse of case it has been my experience that things won't last forever.

After this place though things will never be quiet the same. He considered the matter for a moment, it was neither here nor there yet and he realized that she needed a glimmer of hope amongst all this misery and that was what made his bargain so appealing. He could sense her struggling with the idea though.

I can create something to your liking, something of exact or similar fashion. You see, the input from your mind tells me what needs to be tweaked ahead of time or even during so I can make little adjustments. But by your questions am I to assume that you have made your decision?[/i][/color]

He had no need to ask of course, he knew her mind as a tentacle draped itself over her right shoulder, slithering down to her breast and coiling around it as he squeeze lightly against it. She could hear him behind her slithering closer, a hand reaching down to one of her ass cheeks as he lightly rubbed against it.

May I now touch upon your mind or would you rather not have me do so?