Though Cynthia was immediately aware that the troll had been pushed off of her, she was not conscious of the rest of the exchange. Even though the intense stimulation had stopped, it took a while for her mind to clear. She didn't really realize it, but she had been very close to her first orgasm ever. Slowly she became aware of an uncomfortable expectant tightness in her abdomen that was particularly slow to fade.

The question that rang out in her mind finally brought Cynthia around to her present situation. Looking up at her 'savior' she had to suppress a scream. An Illithid, or very nearly. She'd gone from the frying pan to the fire. Still, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Or maybe she had just gone crazy. She sat up so that her skirt would cover her still dripping pussy, and tried to seem grateful.

"I-I d-don't know . . . " She really didn't have anything she could give to such a monster. "W-what do you w-want?" Please don't eat my brain she added mentally, not really considering that he could probably hear that.

He chuckled, hearing her thoughts as if she had spoken them. It was costly to kill the students and while he had not feasted on a brain in quiet some time he dismissed that option from his mind.

Since you asked so nicely, I won't. But there is little I want from you. Perhaps your virginity. Yes, if not for my intervention it would have been taken anyway.

He responded, gazing at her and getting a feel for her reaction to this statement, She had no real skills that he could draw upon, no real interesting talents that would help out though the way her arousal worked was of some interest to him as he scanned over her body.

He turned to gazed at her better, slithering a little closer as he waited for a response from her.

Agree, disagree you are now marked by the monsters of the island the very second that troll sought to attack you.

"M-my virginity . . . " Cynthia was shocked by how plainly, how matter-of-factly he put it. She might have blushed if she hadn't still been flushed from arousal and shame. He had saved her just to claim her for himself. Still, she had accepted his help and owed him something.

"I-is there n-nothing else?" She asked with the faint hope that maybe he was teasing her (however cruel that might be). The thought of her first time being with a aberrant creature of madness was no more appealing than of it being with a troll. At the same time, she felt a 'flare' in the knot in her stomach. A kind of eagerness she didn't understand.

Aegir gazed at her then shook his head slowly.

Nothing that can be useful to me. You are not artistic, you cannot immoralize me with justice … the only other matter that would be of any real interest is what you have maintained thus far. If not I then some other monster …

I have no real interest in virgins one way or another. There is a certain appeal of course in not having the seconds of another I suppose, though at the same time they are already broken in to the horrors that await them here on this island after they encounter another … often they can be quite cruel too so I look better by comparrison.

Perhaps I should have allowed the troll to have it's way with you first, you'd at least have something to compare it to and trust me you would prefer me over the troll, a guess of course but you may find that out on your own one of these days. Now unless you can think of anything else that may be worthwhile ...

The voice tappered off in her head.

The absurdity of the situation suddenly hit Cynthia full force. There she was, sitting in the middle of a path in the forest having just been nearly raped by one impossible creature only to be saved by another who then demanded her virginity as payment. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She must have gone mad. But regardless of the reality of the situation, it wasn't just going away.

The octopus monster had 'said' that it was either him or another, probably worse beast. So far he had been relatively civil and certainly less aggressive than the troll. And he had helped her . . . Besides, what choice did she really have? She could try to run, but she felt sure she wouldn't make it very far. Even if she got away from him, she might get caught by another. Perhaps if she appeased him, he might even protect her at least until she got back to campus. Surely she would be safe there . . .

With a sigh of resignation, Cynthia lay back down. Hesitantly, she pulled her skirt up again to fully expose her wet sex. Then she pressed her palms to her eyes as though blocking out her sight would somehow make this sacrifice more bearable.

"Please, just be gentle," she begged, nearly sobbing as she spread her legs for the beast.

Aegir traced her gamut of thoughts saying little as he allowed her to reach her own decisions on the mater. Of course running did cross her mind but that was an expect thought that dashed through her mind.

Of course, there was logic in those thoughts too which prevented her from doing so while she possesed that sliver of hope that he would assist her in getting back to the campus at least. He had no problem with that provided that she didn't resist him though if she made it harder for him, well that was another matter entirely.

She laid back down, coming to terms with this situation as best as she could as she lifted up her skirt again and spread her legs, all the better for him to see. He gazed upon her, mouth tendrils eagerly twitching as he set a tentacle on that button of her clit, slowly rubbing it as his hands reached down to her to begin loosing her blouse so he could remove it without damaging it. Of course he could have simple torn off the garment though she was accepting so he afforded her some benefit at least.

Of course, your pleasure is my pleasure ...

He doubted she would understand what he had meant or how things worked for him as he delivered tha message to her as he removed that blouse a tentacle grasping at the exposed bra tugging against it gently.

Remove this ...

He was turning the attention of those tentacles to her skirt seeking now to remove it as well, his objective clear in divesting her of her clothing completely ...

"Ohhh G-god!" The tentacle on Cynthia's clit had an immediate effect. The little love button was still swollen from the troll's rough treatment and so sensitive. This was only the second time she had ever been touched there, so she had no experience in dealing with such intense stimulation. Her eyes began to flutter as she felt the tightness in her abdomen slowly coalesce. Amidst such powerful sensations, she was almost unaware of the hands loosening her blouse and she almost missed the creature's command.

The mental words finally reached her when he paused to deal with her skirt. She was confused for a second, not understanding why he needed her to be nude. Then it dawned on her that she had been naive in thinking he would just take her and be done with it. Still, she hastened to comply, not wanting to anger this strange being. She quickly removed her bra and set it aside with her blouse while she momentarily closed her legs so the monster could more easily slide her skirt off. Despite her resolution not to resist, she found herself trying to cover her chest with her arms - an automatic reaction to the act of stripping before a stranger.

Aegir watched as she was stripped before him. Her breasts were covered of course and while she had not resisted him he had a desire to see them so his tentacles coiled up to her wrists peeling her arms away and exposing those full breasts to his sight.

For a moment he marveled at them then reached down to grasped her breasts genly as his touch rolled against those orbs, his palms pressing to her nipples as he squeezed them in his grasp.

He was in no rush of course, and wanted her nude so as not to ruin her clothes. She complied so he relented a little. Only her shoes and socks were still on at the moment.

Another tentacle pressed back to that clit, rubbing against it in small circles. For a change he had not needed to draw upon his ability to arouse minds, she seemed to get aroused easily enough and so he did that now exploring that “talent” as he explored her.

Quite nice, Cindy, yes very nice ...

Cynthia didn't resist as her arms were moved away to uncover her breasts, but she couldn't help but give a slight whimper. Despite how aroused she had become, she still felt disgust at offering herself up to such a monster.

That whimper turned into a gasp as his smooth damp hands descended upon the bare flesh of her sensitive globes. Her nipples stood at complete attention, pressing into the creature's palms. She turned her head to one side and closed her eyes, cheeks reddening even further. It was shameful how her body reacted. She wanted to cover her face, but he still had a hold of her arms.

"N-not thereeee . . ." she half pleaded, half moaned as a tentacle descended on her clit again. But any protest was quickly swept aside by the powerful sensation his motions brought. Her love button stood out under the resumed attention, a lightning rod for the pleasure of his touch.

Gasps and moans flowed through Cynthia's lips and her breath became ragged again - this time from lust. The tightening sensation in her abdomen approached critical mass. Any more such stimulation would push her over the edge.

Aegir could feel that pressure building of course feeling the sharpness of her nipples come to life beneath his hands as her rubbed against tender yet soft flesh. Even the disgust she had felt had not been held for long as these sensations swept over her.

He had heard a vague protest part her lips though he new that she didnt really wish for him to stop against the wave of pleasure that he was swiftly generating with those small motions.

He watched her as he could sense this feeling growing as he touched her. The whimpering sounds coming from her mouth as he bent over herbbling gobbling up one of those orbs as his tongue swept against her.

I have not yet started my dear, but you are incredibly ready. Still … let us not rush, hm?

He may not have wanted to rush, but a total lack of sexual experience coupled with abnormal sensitivity had taken its toll on Cynthia's body. She could no more resist the impending explosion than she could stop the sun from rising.

"Ah-ahhhn!" Her moans grew in intensity, punctuated by more desperate gasps. The feeling of his mouth tentacles and tongue on her sensitive breast quickly joined with the other sensations, especially the endless manipulations of her pleasure bud. It was too much for the poor girl. One long ragged gasp announced the arrival of the inevitable.

"AIEEEEEEE!" A storm of pleasure burst over Cynthia, emanating primarily from her throbbing clit. It was the most intense feeling she had ever experienced. So much so that she felt like she might die. Her pussy clenched tightly, producing a rush of fluid that soaked the ground between her legs.

Tsk, so wasteful ...

He lifted off of her breast then, feeling the shards of pleasure that had been flowing through her for he felt her pleasure keenly upon his mind. Often he felt his own pleasure and that of a partner as he pleasured them at the same time and he was certainly going to feel that today as he stopped rubbing her clit.

Shifting Aegir parted her thighs with tentacles as he released the holed he had on her wrists. His long tongue easing up the slit of her body, tasting that nectar as it spilled from her cxore as well as plasuring her at the same time.

His hands reachec up to grasp her breasts too, squeezing them together as he envisioned himself pumping through her clevage and taking her mouth.

He had considered how he was going to take her, perhaps fully … perhaps not, time would tell there.

Even through the pleasant fog of Cynthia's afterglow, the monster's rebuke struck her like a whip. It brought back all the fear and shame her orgasm had swept away and more: she was ashamed of how quickly and easily her body surrendered to the pleasure and afraid that she had displeased the strange creature on whose mercy she was entirely dependent.

"I'm s-sorry, sir," the girl half-sobbed as she covered her face with newly freed hands. She had a brief vision of the tentacled monster turning away from her in disgust, leaving her naked and alone on the path. As little as she actually wanted to give herself to him, the idea of being abandoned was worse.

"Ahh!" Something akin to delight flooded her when that tongue began to lap at her slit. He wasn't leaving! She gratefully spread her legs even wider to give him easier access - her practice of fan dancing gave her impressive flexibility. More moans followed as his hands grasped her breasts, rubbing them against each other. As long as he avoided direct stimulation of her clitoris, the pleasure wasn't too overwhelming, yet her body was alive and on fire from the recent explosion and more than willing to accept the pleasures he gave.

Aegir had been pleased with the thoughts that had flooded through her mind. He liked the fact that she did not desire to disappoint him, nor being anbandoned here. The fear that she had done something round was quickly replaced by the gratitude that he had not left as she made even more space between her thighs as he traced against the slit of her sex.

There is no need to apologize it is out of your control of course but it is warming too knowing how ready you already are. Still, let us not hurry through matters. One shouldn't rush through their first time.

The tip of his tongue could not resist put to press into her, barely penetrating those rich folds.

Still a forest is probably not what you had in mind for your first time. Needless to say I doubt that you had considered a monster taking your virginity either when you woke this morning.

I will be considerate though, if you wish you can choose the setting and scenario … of course there is a price for it as well but it is a small price this time that you may deem as acceptable ...

While pleasant he held off from stimulating her clit just yet, prolonging her pleasure as he kept her coherant enough to speak to at least.

Cynthia gasped and held her breath as that tongue slipped into her. Despite the creature's words, she couldn't help but tense in anticipation. This is it! . . . But with his tongue? Her held breath turned into a sigh of relief (and possibly a tiny bit of frustration) when he stopped short of breaking her seal.

She 'listened' to his proposal and found herself confused. She could choose a setting? What did he mean by scenario? Wasn't he going to take her here and now? And what could she possibly give for this 'consideration'? She had already pledged the only thing she had that he considered to be of value.

"Ah- I don't -uh- under -ss- stand," she managed between gasps and moans.