She was already hanging to the edge by a finger, so fast her body had responded to him. How sensitive she was without even realizing it, and it was all because of him. It was his fault she was so wantonly bucking into his vibrating shafts. Alynia couldn't help it, it was as if her body had a mind of it's own. Every entrance of her was filled, just as it had been during her husband's illusion with those students, except this time it was all him. And he was so much larger than any illusion he made for her.

Her throat was tired and sore, it had been already from their earlier dealings. Even still she cried out with every thrust, "Mmmpt Mmhgh!" Everything that came of of her mouth was muffled gibberish against the thick slimy tentacle lodged in her mouth. It was thrusting into her throat, but certainly not too ruthlessly, as if in the back of his lust crazed mind, he was afraid of hurting her.

Her bouncing breasts, her perfectly peaked orbs, obviously caught the attention of the colorless eyes of the beast. His hands reached foward, grasping them firmly into his palm pushing them together with rough sensuous circles. His thumbs twirled her engorged nipples mercilessly sending shivers and electric sparks to her heated core. Then he lowered his tendril ridden maw to suckle her teats. His slightly damp skin ran freely along her torso as he sucked hard. Alynia's legs tried to kick, unable to contain the crazy sensation if being stimulated everywhere at once, but his appendages her strong. She was completely at his mercy, and she was slowly losing her mind.

Even though it was futile, she thrusted toward him trying for more or that wonderful feeling of the tentacle flicking at her clit. Her body was quivering at her looming orgasm. Alynia no longer cared that Oberron was a monster, god if he was able make her feel like this why would anything like that even matter? Against all odds, her cheeks turned at deeper shade of pink than her sexual flush, embarressed by such slutty thoughts. This wasn't like her, this wasn't like her at all, but what could Alynia do when her body was being mandated by such a strong force of pleasure?

The appendage wrapped tightly around her thin waist seemed to be assisting him in ramming her up and down along his length. Her arms were tired from straining against her bonds, her legs weak but quivering under the waves and waves of ecstasy that crashed upon her form.

Alynia was so close to her release, slipping away bit my bit. It didn't take long at all for her body to fall, for that knot in her stomach to tighten then snap. A loud barely muffled scream pierced the cave as her expression screwed up into that lovely erotic look. Alynia's body convulsed and thrashed about as she came, a wonderfully strong climax ripping through her being. Her nectar squirted from her covering her thighs and his thick rod with that sticky white liquid.

But he kept going, with that torturously wonderful vibrations and those powerful thrusts into both her ass and pussy even as they contracted tightly around him squeezing him with powerful muscles. Her cum only allowed him to go faster, after her first release her body was only so much more sensative. God, it felt so good it was almost painful. He was so impossibly thick and long, Alynia wasn't sure how much more of this heavenly abuse she could handle

Oberron was greedy and took her, all of her. Filling her as she bucked wildly against him, hanging on by a sliver as he assailed her with his full fury. She had pressed him to this state though, she might have thought this was his fault, that this was her doing. In a way he was the lock and she the key able to unlock those sudden passion.

Even driven on by her like this he still restrained himself just enough. He did not want to hurt her, did not want to cause too much discomfort and had she voiced her concerns or objections he would have stopped, barely given how much she had spurned him on earlier.

But she had this way about her, he had always been inflamed by her, of course he had not told her this, that he had not told her that she was capable of driving him utterly crazy with want and need though she had to suspect … had to wonder if only slightly about his passionsm, why he was so passionate about her.

She kicked feebly at the air as he turned his attention to her breasts, so much stimulation everywher he was not going to let her go. His hands and tentacles were stong, capable of lifing small trucks, suffice it to say her weight was nothing in comparrison. He could onto her forever, despite all the kicks she made in the world against him and he was going to hold onto her forever if he had his way about it too, he already had long term designs on her but for the time being he focused in on the present.

That tentacle slipped back and forth against her clit casually then covered it completely before it too began to vibrate against her rather than rubbing back and forth against her. No, he pulsed and vibrated vigorously as she came to terms with him being this creature. Both mind and body had been consumed in the passion that he brought forth, stimulating all of her at once as he fully took command of her body.

For once he had not noticed the blush spreading across those cheeks or imagined what dirty thoughts she might be entertaining as he himself was caught up in this torrent of emotion that swept over him.

Even as she convulsed about him those cocks and tentacles still played with her, against her. Seeeking to keep her on this elusive high this feeling of pleasure that he seemed to touch upon with ease, It wasn't so elusive for him to draw out, no, it was inevitable.

He groaned but continued as if he were not sated, that he wanted much more or perhaps he was bringing her to her limits as he pressed into her body, throbbed inside her with a sudden urgency and otherwise assailed her body body and … well until then there had been a portion of her that he had only touched upon now, her mind, increasing the endorphins there and thus the pleasure that she felt.

They were about to find out how much more abuse she could take as he maintained her on that high as he filled her again and again, pressed upon or manipulated each portion of her that he could for he took her fully, so much so that she would remember this moment for some time, perhaps even get to request his orinial form from time to time, though that was not his aim, his aim was to make her senseless with want, a prisoner of her own pleasure.

She couldn't handle this, Alynia had always had a delicate body. But the way she was thrusting against him assisted by the tentacle slightly lifting her and them slamming her back down on his awaiting shaft was too much. The pleasure was intense, enwrapping her conscious mind and making any coherent thoughts practically impossible.

She was so torn. "Stop stop!" One half of her thoughts pleased because surely she felt as if her body might breake under all of this ravishing. Alynia's bound form was sore and tired, but he wouldn't stop because he knew she secretly wanted this. "God it feels so amazing!" Was what the other half of her mind was screaming, and it barely made any sense.

Even though there was nothing she could do, this war raged on inside her. Everything that spilled from her lips was just blubbering nonsense, she was nothing but a puddle of sexual euphoria at this point. How rough he was sent her above the clouds, it was possible that Oberron had not been in this form for so long that he had forgotten his own true strength as he pistoned inside of her with passion and fury. It was impossible to explain how abused her body felt.

Her voice increased in both volume and octave but Alynia wasn't sure if she was screaming yes or no as his tentacle stopped rubbing back and forth on her button, but rather vibrated sending strong tremors through her sensitive pearl. Her hips thrashed, it was very unclear whether she was now trying to avoid the tendril and shove herself against it but either way there was nothing she could do to escape the vibrating appendage.

Her body remained at that peak of bliss as he continued to pound into her dripping folds and puckered ass. If anything he only increased in speed after climaxed around him. She felt as if she was stuck on that sexual high right before an orgasm comsumes her.

She could do nothing, Alynia no longer had control of her mind nor body. Her skin gleamed with sweat. The cave sounded with nothing but her anguished muffled cries, the slapping of their skin against one another, and the wet sounds of his shaft plungin deep within both her entrances.

Already there was another orgasm looming just beyond the horizon. Alynia wasnt sure what aould happen if she were to reach it. Surely she would just snap. The girl was slowly being driven crazy so she only did what she could. Hopefully he would reach his maximum before she had no choice but to beg to plead him to stop. Her body hurt, her mind a hazy mess. But her senses were so alive and each nerve ending was on fire with pleasure unlike anything she could come to terms with.

So she bucked wildly against him in vain, for she was bringing herself closer to her second release than he to his first. Her walls hugged him tightly, increasing the ridiculous sensation tearing through her. Her head tossed back with pleasure, but her tounge made mad work of the tendril lodged between her lips. She sucked hard, her tounge ran along the sides before twirling around the tip doing everything she could to try and race him to the finishline.

Oberron assailed her body with everything he had, so much so that she was torn against the intensity of it all, did she want him to stop or did she want to endure this pleasure that he was delivering onto her. Her mind was torn between the practical demands of her health and this new found pleasure, pleasure that did not seem to abait any given the intensity he was coming at her with. There had been no stopping him it seemed as he still came at her despite her realease as if he wanted more, needed more or perhaps he was teaching her a leason of some sort, a pleasant one at that.

He toook particdular delight in this, in making her so aroused in bringing her to such a state that she was beside herself with want and need! He was glad when her mind broke against this overwhelming bliss that stormed over her with each passing moment.

Those wimpers and moans were loud against his tentacle as it pressed beyond her lips as it speared into her. He was taking her so completely so fully and even as she desired him to finish,m even as she believed that she could handle little more the tentacle in her mouth was traavinil back and his cocks slipping out of herk. Even the vibrating tentacle against her clit,

He set her down on her knnes, seemingly finished with her she thought though no sooner had he done than he had rolled her over so that he could face her. He could see the effect that he had on her right now but he was either spurned on or didn't treuly care since she had not voiced any objections.

Tentacles grasped her ankles sliding her closer to him. He drapped her legs up over his shoulders so that her weight had been on her own shoulders and her lower body was at an angel to his. He could contort, shrink and expande and given their differences in height now he had to shrink a bit to make this possible.

A tentacle flopped back over her clit, buzzing as it throbbed against her. He fit that large member of his back inside her core, not pausing but falling straight into her core.

For the first time she had noticed that neither of them where glowing, an illusion to block that effect from being perceived? Was this to keep things in character if he were in his natural state as an unseelie it would have been unlikely that her skin would be glowing after all.

But he was good at what he did, thrusting against her now, throbbing as he went into that tight shealth, relaxing as he drew back out of her. He felt so good as his hands settled down to roll her breasts in small circles as they bounced with his thrusts inside her.

His fingers touched upon her nipples rubbing against them as he pinched them gently, a stark contrast to the wasy that his rod was piercing into her wet folds eagerly.

Tentacles grasped her wrists holding her arms down and away from her body as he leaned over her, the tip of his tongue trailing against the side of her neck.

All this rapid movement got to him though, he could feel the buzzing sensation begin to sweep through his member as he felt the press of her body against him, near crushing had he had any bones in this state at least.

Eagerly he surged within the softness of her wet body trying to bring about another of her orgasms before his first had reached him, he groaned out deliciously as his body slapped against her own, his entire length dissappearing inside that gorgeous body of hers.

Certainly, after her mind shattering climax, it seemed he was more motivated to push her past her limits. His speed magnificent, his strength incredible, if he was able to read her mind (for she didn't know that he could) how inflated his ego would be.

By now, any thought of being scared of his monstrous form had washed away, only replaced with hazed thoughts of lust and passion. She loved when Oberron was gentle with her too, when he was sweet and slow it
drove her up a wall. But there was no denying she loved this as well, when seemed to be the other way around. When he was the one driven mad with desire so that he snapped and forced these fantastic sensations upon her.

The friction that he created with her feebly rocking hips sent the most wonderful tremors up her spine and fire to her core. Her body felt sore and tired, but at the same time burning with this thirst only he could satisfy. It was so torturous for her delicate body, but she didn't want it to stop.

Her eyes blinked open, weak, hungry, and confused as he stopped and his limbs slithered away from her being. The tentscle between her lips extracted, even the one pulsating against her clit had left. She gasped as her mouth was freed, she was still mewling softly even if he wasn't stimulating her. Alynia whined softly pulling on her bound wrists as he set her gently on her knees, then rolling her onto her back so she was facing his impressive form.

Alynia looked up at him, no longer frightened. In fact her expression was so erotic and needy, it was perhaps more submissive than the way she looked at her husband while he was Fey! This was understandable, how could she look any other way after being so thoroughly dominated?

Though it seemed her body, heaving with her breathing and slick with her sweat, could not take so much more abuse, she hoped he wasn't done. She was too tired to talk but she tried anyway. "Aegir..." She breathed out his real name quietly her throat raspy and dry. How long has it been since anyone adressed him by that name? She wanted to plead him to not stop, but he acted before she could say anything else.

Alynia should've known that since he didn't relent in binding her hands, he was no where close to being finished. She did not fight as tentacles wrapped around her ankles, dragging her toward him, tossing her legs over his shoulders. Her weight rested against her upper back as she was angled against him. She winced slightly simply because the position was uncomfortable, but these thoughts disappeared as his vibrating tentacle once again returned to her clit.

Her mouth now unoccupied, she freely cried out as he sunk within her with no hesitation immediatly setting a forceful rough pace. "Oh -God!" Alynia was crying, her voice bouncing off the walls of the den. He could only assume that she was referring to him. This change of direction drove her mind into a frenzy as he slammed into that sweet spot of hers again and again. Her body writhed beneath him, only increasing the pleasure between them.

His large hands went to her bouncing breasts, massaging them in almost a gentle manner. As he pinched her swelled nipples gently, she let out a throaty high pitched groan her head rolling side to side unable to contain such noises.

Her hips worked frantically trying to meet his thrusts, she shuddered noticibly as he leaned over her to lick her neck no doubt tasting the salt of her skin. The day he found out, Oberron was very happy to find that Alynia was naturally more flexible than most, as right now her legs pushed over her body in a way that might have easily hurt someone else.

Alynia was close again, she could feel it so soon. It was because he was targetting that one spot within her that he knew drove her crazy. Her back arched trying to take in more of him, of that was even possible. He was so hard and so thick, it was a wonder he fit in the first place. Her body shuddered with ectasy. "I-I'm going to c-cum!" She cried tossing her back and gritting her teeth. No doubt it was his goal to drive her far past her limits before he was going to be done.

Oberron had always delighted in the feel of her, whether they were inflamed with passion or slow and gentle both had stirred him. It was simply being with her that had mattered the most though in moments of this where he had practically lost himself he had forgotten this leason.

Oberron or Aegir could indeed read her mind, he could influence it as he saw fit but save for generating this place and these experiences he had not delved too deeply into it for he had little need to access the thoughts that had been contained within. His ability to sense surface thoughts had often been enough here, he knew how much she had come to love this place in lieu of realality and even now she was getting use to his true form, though in the context of this fantasy it was simply refered to his 'original' form.

He did not want this to stop either though he knew that the inevitable was bound to happen as he buried himself inside those tight folds, groaning with each thrust into that delicate core, sensing how close she was, knowing how close he was, the only matter now was to see who had reached that pinnacle of pleasure first.

He had draped her beneath him, that look of utter submission, at being dominated so thoroughly had lingerd it his mind and his mouth tendrils twitched in the formation of a smile for his species. He had been quiet pleased that this was going so well, that her fear had eroded, that she knew at least part of the truth even if the reasoning here in this realm was a lie. In time he could tell her more, let her know the truth even but did he want to shatter that 'reality' for her.

Surely he would wait until she suspected, maybe even let her bring it up for the more times she went to the Shadow, the more monsters that had encountered her the more she would question this, correct? Perhaps she wouldn't care seeing how her experiences had gone with them, a prefence so to speak and the knowledge of knowing that when she was here things were at least better.

The chief problem with that was that he didn't really want to share her, though in a short few years he realized that he wouldn't have to.

Expertly he pressed back inside her, hitting that luscious spot within her again and again. It was clear that he was experienced in these matters as he washed against her deliberately adding to both their pleasures as he groaned out, pleased to hear he cries which only encouraged him to drive down against her faster, his tentacle vibrating against her clit as it rocked back and forth against her.

His fingers played with her nipples illiciting the sweetest sounds she could make from those lips as her head shuffled back and forth. He was getting closer, closer to his own release and thus gazed down at her then, thoughts pressing into her mind contrary to what he had taught her so far.

Beg for it Aly, beg for release and I will free you.

A piety that she was finishing again though a delight to find that she was so flexible, that had possibilities in the future of course. Still, even if he lost control, even if he did cum inside her then he still had two other cocks that craved attention.

Not yet, Aly, not yet … soon ...

She could not see him smile, she could tell how pleased we was to her reactions. To her sweet face and body. Her eyes were pinched shut in euphoria, wanting to concentrate and ignore the immense sensations ravaging her body at he same time. Obviously the will to ignore was loosing by a lot as her hips rocked rapidly and her whiens refused to dim at all in volume. Alynia was going to snap if she let go completely, but her sanity was really only hanging by a thread. The intermingling of his masculine groans, and her high pitched yelps and moans of pleaure was practically music following the rapid beat of their clapping hips. It felt amazing, every time he rammed into her core brought her just a little higher than before.

Barely, just barely she could register that the intensity of his shaft throbbing within her had increased. In the back of her hazed foggy mind, she could only assume this meant he was somewhat close to his own release. But this was a loosing race, she was so impossibly close to her climax she felt as if her body might explode from the sensational pressure bubbling up in the pit of her stomach. If possible, Alynia felt tighter around him too. Her innerwalls sprialed and squeezed around his rod still trying to coax him to his first peak.

Alynia screamed outloud as he increased his intensity, her face still contorted in that beautiful agonized expression gnawing on her lips did little good to stop the cries and moans from reaching his ears. It was a vicious cycle, the louder she sounded the more encouraged he was to do all he could until she was truly nothing but a puddle of sheer sexual desire ready to succumb to even the most outrageous wishes he could want to see come true.

So as his hands played with her bouncing heaving mounds and his mind imagining the day where she would be completely and truly his, Alynia's hands clawed into the ground beneath her. Still held tight by a single unrelenting tendril, she needed some sort of anchor. Something to keep her blissful mind from floating away to cloud nine as her entire existence was threatening to do.

The vibrations to her engorged hypersensitive clit was starting to be unbearable. She was so impossibly close, but there was something that prevented her from tipping over the edge. Frustrated cries rang along the cave, her moans growing more desperate as she was forced to remain on the edge of that cliff of pleasure.

Her lust darkened honey brown eyes blinked open at his words. It took a bit to comprehend him, for he was still slamming into her at that merciless pace and sti expected her to listen to his thought relied words. Her eyes widened confused, beg? Did he really want her to beg? This wasn't a trick was it where she was reduced to begging that only made it worse for her in the ends.

By now, even if it was going to lead to punishment, she had no choice but to be bent to his demands. There was an internal struggle going on at first, how could she so easily disobey everything he had taught her for the past years? Then again, as his buzzing tentacle applied the slightest more pressure against her love button, she cracked. Alynia couldn't hold it in any more!

"Please!" She cried with that tired voice of hers. "I- I wanted you to drive me insane but you've d-done that ah-already!" Talking was difficult, making sense was even worse. All this time he did not relent while pounding away at her quivering body. "Let me cum!" Alynia pleaded. Her head looking away from him, a blush very evident against her cheeks. "Oh god please let me cum!" She begged with a very abashed expression. This might have been a bit humiliating, but it felt so good to admit her thoughts. Besides, no one else could hear her besides her husband so it shouldn't matter anyway, right?

"Ah! I- I want you to cum inside of me." She continued, the words pouring out from her like a river. "I want to feel your hot seed inside of me..." Her head threw back in bliss. "I'm compeltely yours, so please please make me cum. I can't handle this torture much longer!" The words came out in long drawn out sentences, only interupted whe. She had to let out a groan of a whine of pleasure. Her eyes squeezed shut in embarressment but she needed this so badly. Her body exhausted and used to its limit, yet her husband was no where near finished. How she was going to manage to satisfy his other two shafts was completely beyond her comprehension, but she would do it if it pleased him. By this time she was willing to do anything for him.

She felt incrediblea bout him as always though now he took particular delight in the reactions of her body. She was close again alright, so very close as he played with her body, his thums still rubbing over her nipples he realized just how close she was despite this throbbing sensation coursing through him, despite his own closeness she was likely to beat him to that finish line. Oh, that was quite alright in his book for he had nothing against having her cum again and again. He merely wanted her to know how much he wanted this, how much she was appreciated how thoroughly he could rob her senses through his actions.

Her whines were luscious to his ears, like a passionate song that had rung out. He continued to fill her with himself, eager to please, eager to fill her with himself in an attempt to make her loose her mind, at least temporarily! He had no desire to make it a permant thing though he was honestly not thinking about that right now, besides, he could fix it if that was the case, his powers over the mind were that great.

Oberron watched her reaction, she was well on her way to bliss, yet there was something holding her back as if she were struggling to hold out, to wait for his own heated release. It was not unlike her of course to seek to please him though his words, a complete contradiction to what he had taught her to this point had caught her off guard, made her suspicious even as she gazed up at him, that wonderful look of pleasure etched on her features as he pressed down into her. Beg or not he wasn't going to last all that much longer.

At first she had tried to resist, tried to remember what he had taught her over all this time though she eventually had to give in to his demands for really how could anything be seen as a request given how he was able to coerce her at the moment through this luscious union as he felt the sweet friction of her body sweeping against the root of his body as it pressed into her again and again as it throbbed against the walls of her body, rushing towards the end with his own release bubbling up inside him, he was barely restrained from unloading himself inside the sweet core of her body.

There was something sweet about making her beg, in having her so much at his mercy, begging for what she wanted, what she needed. Her requests of course had not fallen on deaf ears as he continued to assail her, barely moving downward against her for he could not hope to keep up as the natural elastic nature of his body stretched and throbbed within her, retracting a little each time as he thrust down inside her core, the tentacle pressed over her clit buzzed even greater as he send more vibrations through her, he was getting her ready as he pressed inside her, grunting all the while as he did so, those grunts and groans growing in greater intensity the closer that he had been pulled to the inevitable.

ALYNIA!

Another deep thrust inside that heated core of hers and he was undone, his essence roaring forth from his shaft as it exploded inside her, coating those inner walls with his own essence as he groaned out loudly. He kept thrusting inside her, burying that essence even deeper inside her even deeper with each passing thrust until he was too sensitive to keep up such a frantic pace. Slowly he stopped, slowly he came to rest atop her as he bent down to trace a circle around a nipple.

Alynia, honey, you do realize … realize I have two others, hm? He caught his breath as he slowly drew out of her. He was no freak though, and while he desired to push her to her limits, maybe even beyond he had determined that he would use a tentacle for that rather than one of his members. His cocks had been in her ass and he had no desire to risk any sorts of diseases by using them in her core, nor had be any desire to make her lick or suck them. He did draw her up with his tentacles to her knees though. The tentacle still on her clit, the occassional vibration coursing through it instead of a steady stream though another began to play against her core, flickering against her slit, teasing her.

Use your hands, Aly. And incase she had any ideas about using her lips a tentacle presented itself to her lips again seeking admittance there ...

Alynia was blushing intensely. A mixed pink hue of her previois sexual gratification as well as embarresssment with the words that had fluttered from her lips. She couldn't believe she said that! Certainly if these mind blowing sensations weren't ripping through her as he continuously pierced her with that glorious shaft of his, she would have tried to hide from him. But that wasn't possible as his tentacles splayed her body as if it were a feast for his eyes. The only movement she could manage, though squirmed and writhed as she might, was shoving her hips toward him even if meeting his pace was futile.

Either way, begging for release was exhilarating all in its own. All this raunchy language spewing from her otherwise untainted lips, for it was rare she spoke dirty at all, made her feel helplessly vulnerable and excitingly meek. It just showed how she needed him to reach the bliss she so desperately sought.

Consciously or unconsciously she might have been anticipating her husbands climax more than her own, trying to buck down onto his release rather than to reach her own. Maybe it was because if she had purposely concentrated on her own release she would have ready came again and again and probably even another time. This way forcing herself to be more selfless than not, Alynia was remarkably sensitive and far past her boiling point by the time her body officially broke to him.

It was the feeling of his essence erupting inside her that set her off too. It was as if a frieght train had slammed into her, the intensity of this release was tenfold from he last one. Her back arched impossibly into a perfect bridge, as she writhed and thrashed much more intensely before. Alynia's long noted screams and cries of pleasure made his delicious groans of her name barely audible. The way she was screaming his name was much much louder, chanting his name like a mantra, a prayer as if he was her sexual deity. Her sweat coated body quivered and shook as her nectar flowed freely from her body. Their juices mixed together inside of her, and pooled from her sopping slit to the cave floor.

Oberron had shoved himself within her, it was at the apex of his thrust when he exploded inside of her. For a brief second she felt impossibly, painfully full of not only his rod but of the massive amount of semen he produced. Still, he was not done as he slammed into her a few more times ensure that her body was milking him of everything he had. Alynia's raw inner walls squeezed weakly around him, indeed sucking out the last of his essence. Even as her body could hold no more of it, and it slowly drained from her tired body he continued to shove into her until was too painful for him to bear.

She whimpered quietly as he withdrew from her, disliking the sudden feeling of emptiness within her. Alynia's breathing was heavy and harsh. Her heartbeat thumped loudly in his chest now that it was able to be heard without the other sounds of passion that echoed throughout the den. Alynia looked up at him with wonder, was it him who had just made her body feel so elated? This terrifying monster? She smiled weakly, perhaps this form of his wasn't so bad after all.

She lay there, weak sore tired and listened to briefly to the summer storm still outside. The pitter patter of the rain seemed a bit more relaxed than before, as if the weather mirrored her husband's mood. Alynia sighed softly as he gently played with her heaving breasts, softly tweaking her hypersensitive nipples. Her eyes blinked upon hearing him. "O-oberron.. I dont know if i can..." she gasped out, gulping softly. She wanted to please him, she wanted him to be satisfied more than anything... oh god but what could she possibly do? Her body spent and incredibly weak, how could she possibly satisfy two more?

Despite her physical condition, she was shakily assisted up to her knees. She immediatly bucked and cried out as another tendril snaked to her dripping flower send gentle pulses of vibrations through her. A little bit of her juice leaked out every time the sensation buzzed through her. Another tentacle, or was it the same, ran along her soaked slit still covered with the evidence of both of their releases. Was he going to fuck her again? Her body screamed protest, but she did not want to deny him. Alynia wanted him to use her however he pleased. Still the problem remained that she was so sensitive, how on earth was she going to continue?

Never the less she obeyed him, using both of her hands to grasp the base of those two cocks. She had begun to lean foward to wrap her lips around one of hem, but she was stopped and presented with one of his may tendrils instead. She took a deep nervous breath and leaned foward, not hesitating to take the tentacle deep into her mouth in one go. Her hands very slowly rubbed up and down both of his shafts, squeezing him at timely but lengthy intervals. Her finger na very gentry ran along the underside of one while her other hand stroked his length. It was a good thing Alynia was a rather decent multitasker as she suckled that tentacle with fervor. Her tounge twisted around it, wrapping it in his wonderful wet embrace. All of Alynia's movements were careful and slow, as if too rigorous of movements would pain her. All the while her head tilted up looking up at her husband gauging his reactions, making sure everything she was doing would make him almost feel as amazing as he does to her.

Yes, he realized that Alynia would have likely looked away or at least tried if he wasn't being so thorough with her. He was thrusting away at her, feeling her thrust back as she felt him, the press of her body around him as she tried to coax him to his own release. This felt great, it always did, though it wasn't so often that he caused his wife to loose so much control over her senses, thus it was a refreshing change. Yes, he had done incrdible things to her in the past though nothing as remarkable as this! Nothing as controlling on his part too.

But when she came, when they both came, it was the sweetest thing. His groans, her moans all mixing into one just as their juices mixed together at that moment as they made a mess of her insides. His hands tightened on her bouncing breasts at that moment, squeezing down on those orbs as his body pulsated and throbbed within her, empty out inside her, filling her to the point that his essence eased out oof her pooling on the cavern floor.

She made him feel so good, she alwys had but there was something in being restrained, in being held back from doing anything that wanted to teach her that she was playing with fire as he wanted to dominate her sexually, fully in this moment. And, despite her exhaustion he knew that she was loving this side of him too taking comfort in the fact that she was able to drive him to this point of release, a barely coherrant force of nature that had swept over her senses, robbed them and was now in the process of taking off with those ill gotten goods.

He caught her smile, her cheeks flushed and pink, his essence leaking out of her body, she lloked so splendid there as she accepted how alien he was in appearance and realized that there were potential benefits to be had in it, that not everything had to be terryifying or bad but there was a stark promise here. Perhaps it was just Oberron after all, Oberron with this new “toy” that he had to show off for her benefit, a toy that he had realized she would want to play with again at a future date if he showed herall the special features of it and how cool it could be.

Yes, that look of sweet surrender seemed to say it all without her having to relay any words and while he could have ended off there to the same effect he was drawing her up, not quite finished with her. Not yet done showing off his toy, and while there was so much more he could show her he didn't want to use all his toys at once and thus have nothing left over for later.

Her hands wrapped about him, those slow movements teasing him as he gazed down at her, tentacle in the recesses of her mouth as it bobbed up and down ht's length. She looked so hot then, on her knees before him though didn't she look hot all the time? Oberron had told her that, had even “punished” her on occasion for no fault of her own.

His hands coasted down the sides of her neck slowly like a fine mist then her shoulders as her hands moved along him. He groaned, obviously she was doing something right as a tentacle draped and throbbed over her coit, that same tentacle flickering against her moist slit, as if knocking against it.

He realized that she was exhausted by it did not stopped that tentacle from pressing inside her, throbbing in time with the cocks she held. The closer he got, the greater those cocks and that tentacle would throb within her, pressing against her moist walls, already he could feel the swell of heat coursing though him, part of it of course was the glorious sight that he had witnessed before him.

I'm going to cum, Aly ... He began throbbing against those hands wildly, just as wildly as he throbbed inside the core of her body with that tentacle of his.

Her limbs were sore, her legs from bucking and living under the strain of such pleasure and her arms from tugging against his steadfast tendrils that bound her so securel before. No matter how she had wrentched her hands, Oberron's tentacles had refused to release her, only contributing to her bodies exhaustion.

It hadnt matter before, but now as her softly delicate hands grazed up and down along his final two erect shafts, she could tell that he felt good. His colorless eyes were watching her as Alynia did all she could maintain a steady rhythm of her fingers and lips. She found delight, as his eyes scanned over her naked form. Alynia had never admitted it of course, but she loved how vulnerable she felt.

Her yelps were muffled as the thick tendril that had presented itself to her mouth began to slowly moving within her lips. Gently, but still eagerly, pushing itself into the wet chalice of her mouth. Alynia's groans of pleasure were cut short by the appendage. She was trying to concentrate on squeezing and massaging both of his shafts with her hands, but of course it was against Oberron's nature for this to be easy for her.

Her hips wriggled and writhed helpless against those two tendrils, one rubbing her very sensitive engorged pearl and the other dipping slightly into her wet slit. Alynia's voice was trying to object, trying to plead him to stop. Her body was akin to a quivering mess, and yet he still had those appendages throb tortuously against her blossomed flower.

Oberron's hands went gently to her face, her neck, and shoulders, spreading through her skin that slightly intoxicating feel makin this only slightly easier for her to bear. Alynia could not tell him to stop, she could not stand not refuse him. In fact the only option her mind gave her was to obey and bend to his wishes. And even though by now, the intensity of the pleasure he forced upon her was indeed painful to her beautiful spent body, but she persisted and pushed through.

Alynia leaned foward, uncounciously trying to avoid the sensations down below even though she knew there was nothing she could do. In fact, by trying to lean away from him it only seemed to assist Oberron in sheathing the tendril further within her heated core as well as deeper into her lips. Alynia tried to squeeze her thighs together with little success save for increasing the torturous friction of that tendril dragging along her cum coated inner walls.

The squeaks and whimpers of agony were still heard, even though her lips were wrapped tightly around his tentacle. So as Alynia realized how helpless and at his mercy she truly was, she came to terms there was really only one thing to do. And that was to satisfy his lust, his hunger. Her hands wrapped around both of his shafts the best they could, and moved up and down them at the pace of her tounge twirling around his tentacle. To her surprise, the tentacle fucking her and playing with her clit sped up as she did. In a terrible backward way it was almost as if she was controlling the speed of her abuse.

If she remained at a slow, teasing pace then she would also suffer. If she moved too suddenly and too quickly... Alynia shuddered positive she couldn't handle too much more. So her hands worked skillfully, as she tried to concentrate on sucking and jerking him off, not the fantastic sensations pounding against the reignited fire in her core. He wasn't even being particularly rough with her! In fact what he was doing was gentle compared to normal standards, but once again Alynia felt her walls clench around the appendage within her. She was just so impossibly sensitive.

Thankfully, it didn't seem like Oberron could last much longer either. In fact he was throbbing violently in both of her hands prepared to mark her lucious body as his own. But the tendril pushed into her core was throbbing too. Alynia, tenseing up her body preparing for the worst, sped up. Her hands worked furiously along his hard throbbing cocks, she sucked hard on that tentacle in her mouth working hard to bring him to his climax. Accordingly the tentacle imbedded within her sped up too and the one pressed against her clit increased its intensity aswell.

Her face was torn with concentration and agony. It was a good thing he was close to his release because she certainly was not going to last much longer. Alynia was getting desperate. She couldn't cum first, not in a situation like this! Yet she could feel her orgasm hanging over her by the thinnest thread, threatening to snap and consume her whole.

He held onto her securely by the wrists as he gazed down at her. He felt her tugging against those securing appendages but he was not letting go of her. His grip strong, not strong enough to hurt her but strong enough to secure her. He retained focus of her, watched her keenly as he restrained her in this fashioned but eased up just enough where his grip with those appendages had been slack enough so she could carry out his commands.

Oh, he felt incedible with her hands coursing along him, he could only imagine what it was like to press inside her, to feel that heat coursing around him again. The press of her lips against and around his tentacle in her mouth, that tight warmth that surrounded him, her pert tongue dashing against him on occasion as he found his way inside her.

This of course was not meant to be easy for her. He let the tentacle playing at her slit slowly wiggled it's way inside her, like a finger though much thicker when it was lodged inside the core of her body. It started off as think then thickened with more of it's length passing inside her. It was pulsing against those walls as she worked, the tentacle at her clit vibrating greater now as her hands movd over him. It was nerver easy when Oberron was involved. Clearly he had not be use to being the subject of attention and so he bestowed more upon her now as she treated him.

Now Aegir could sense the state of her body of course. Pleasured pain was fine, though he knew that her body and mind had been at odds with one another, that she would not stop if she could help it of course. It was perhaps a good thing that they were in this cave for she could be as loud as she wanted but really Aegir was in control of all the illusions here and it was up to his whims if they were caught doing something or not. Thus far he played it by ear, teasing her with the prospect though he knew the inner workings of her mind and avoided some of the matters she had.

What he did was close down some, not all but some of those pain receptors making things a little more barable for her though ensuring that she was still exhausted by this matter, that she would feel it keenly as he pressed into her.

Squeezing her thighs did little good, his nature was boneless and he had the ability to compresss himself and fit into the smallest of openings. It did not matter how tight she was or how small the opening with enough time he could work his way into the smallest of openings,

Her body opened further for him and he certainly took advantage of that ioening, pressing even deeper into her mouth and core, suffusing her with the tentacle.

His appendages moved quicker against her in time with her own movements though that was mainly to match his own desire as he was closed to his own on doing … he groaned, his eyes closed slight as a shiver of euphoria seized over him.

She was in so much anguish attempting to hold back, to please him and he had been touched that she fought against the onslaught. He groanded, his eyes closing for a moment as he fired both cock's essence, the shafts welling and expanding, globes of his essence smearing against her breasts as his shafts throbbed against those hands though the tentacle inside her pressed deeper, into her as the ome in her mouth wrnched out oh her thigh. He replaced the absence of that tentacle with the press of two fingers inside he mouth, he pused just once inside he then replaced his tentacle with a pair of fingers, his other hand patting at the side of her head affectio nately..

He then slowly drew back the tentacle that was inside the core of her body as well as the one resting upon her clit as he did so.

[color=#BF0000\]i]Nearly fnished my dear ...[/color][/i]

Alynia groaned raspily as that tendril expanded while inside of her. Pleasuring her husband was one thing, something she was actually pretty adequate at completing, but pleasuring her husband while something was ramming into her slick core was a completely different story.

At first her hands moved in unison in slow fluid strokes, now there movements seemed increasing erratic as they jerked roughly up and down those impressive cocks. As the limb vibrated and shook against her button she was twisting her hips in futile agonizing pleasure. Alynia didn't think she had ever so strongly wanted but the same time so stroy not wanted at the same time. Turbulence going on in her mind and being, she was helpless and vulnerable but it was these nervous sensations that made it all so much more fantastic.

As Alynia grew steadily out of control due to the combination of wanting him to read his peak and being unsure of how much more abuse she could take, he also became gradually more forceful. She cried and unwillingly bucked against him every time that tentacle rocked within her. Her body was being pushed slightly foward by those appendages, shoving he tendril in her lips deeper into her mouth. Her hands, inconsistent quick and desperate even, worked against him furiously.

After a bit, Alynia had almost forgotten what her true aim was, distracted by impending unbearable climax. She was close to her third or forth one of the night, but Oberron was finally closer to his second. She barely had time to prepare as his shafts began to throb violently. Alynia barely noticed either as the tentacles at her core began heartlessly ramming into her and vibrating like mad.

She blushed feeling him erotically shiver with ecstasy just before his two shafts suddenly erupted with his essence. The tendril in her mouth had ripped away, allowing her freshly renewed shrieks to be heard throughout the cavern. She climaxed too, a long and hard orgasm that tore through her nubile form. Alynia had came just about at the same time as his thick gooey seed splashed over her breasts and the tentacle originally imbedded in her throat squirted some onto her face. Her inner walls contracted violently, her body was a weak trembling disaster. She mewled helplessly as the tentacle had left the apex of her thighsz Her sexual juices ran down her legs like a river.

Alynia felt dirty, in more ways than one, as she was still knealing before him both her hands had not moved from his still twitching cocks, covered in sweat and his semen. Her own nectar had flowed from her too, dripping down her thighs in a hot sticky mess. How sexually disheveled must Alynia had looked. Her cum covered breasts were heaving with her greedy breaths, even as she took those two fingers into her mouth. Alynia looked up at him with doe like eyes, those eyes that never lost thier innocence even as she suckled the digits obediently washing her tounge over them.

His hand reached down stroking and petting her face as if she were a cat, a sex kitten perhaps. It was as if he was silently praising her of what she had did and in a way it did make her feel better. Her body was still so tired and torturously sore, but as long as she pleased him, Alynia couldnt help but feel happy. She let his hand from her mouth as she looked up at him with a weak smile that quickly morphed into an expression of fear.

"N-nearly finished?" Alynia stuttered horrified putting emphasis on the first word. God, his endurance and stamina were absolutely incredible, but hers were no where near as impressive. "Oberron I-I don't think I can." She whined quietly in a pleading tone. "I-if I cum one more time, my body is just going to shatter.."

Oberron was making this hard for her, the tentacle playing with her as she played with him. He groaned, softly at first though louder as thos hands moved against him. They felt so good cousing against him causing the tentacle in her mouth and even her body to move quicker as he throbbed against her touch.

Her movements, once fluid, became more erradict as they moved against him, those hands moved roughly against her, his head canted back and another groan emitted from him. Tentacles tightining their hold on her wrists as she moved those hands against him.

She was vulnerable against her, slipping inside her, throbbing against her, he was deliberately trying to get her to loose control of her senses …

But with the suddness of his release hers came as well. He felt the crushing weight of her walls against the tentacle as her drew it back from her, his gaze cast down at her, seeing that her body was marked with his essence. There was the trace of it one her gorgeous breasts and dribbling down her face.

His mouth tendrils tweitched as he analyzed her for a quick moment as he watched her exhausted, yet gorgeous body kneeling before him as he brought a hand slowly against the side of her face then through those long raven black silky locks. Delicately he touched her there as he throbbed, his essence still dribbling out of those shafts down their lengths and collected against her hands.

He felt her tongue wash over those two fingers as he pressed them inside her mouth, slowly at first as she was able to get use to them first. They barely moved, his elastic nature made it so that they expanded and contracted while they throbbed and pulsed against those hungery lips.

He moved quicker, slow at first as those digits got use to the warmth of her lips surrounding those fingers of his, the texture smooth, rubbery as sshe found out first hand as he expanded inside her.

He nodded, letting the word linger their. Nearly …

This one is ready again ...

The advantage of having three members it seemed, one could rest while another could do all the work. Of course once it was sated would the others return to full vigor? Was it a never ending cycle? He drew his fingers from her mouth, noted the fear in her eyes as she voiced her concern.

Then I shall be kind ...

She had been so delicious then and while he had imagined just pushing her down and taking her he had another idea though. He pressed his member against her chest, sliding it between her gorgeous cum soaked breasts.

His hands pressed against her breasts, tighening them around his shaft as his thumbs began to rull over her nipples. He began to move, the very tip of his cock jutted up against her lips as he did so.

Alynia eyes chose not to meet his gaze, she was blushing sweetly, very embarrassed. Her tongue poked out of her lips, shyly licking off the essence it could reach. She blinked in surprise, no longer the sweet honey substance she was used to, but rather a salty taste. Not entirely terrible, but certainly different. Alynia was so used to the taste of Fey since she had never had another man’s shaft in her mouth, such a stark contrast would take her time to get used to. There was not much she could do to clean herself, she was much too weak for any magic at this point and her wrists were still loosely bound by his tentacles. Her hands were also coated with the sticky white liquid from his other two shafts. She was smeared all over with his cum, and this was both embarrassing and exciting for her.

Her face was as red as a cherry as he mentioned his other shaft which was indeed once again throbbing and hard at the thought of being inside one of her body. Alynia realized the cycle… she had a horrible feeling perhaps after this one finished the other two would be anticipating more as well, and then the first one. Certainly it wouldn’t be very difficult for him to completely wear out her body at all. A dangerous combination it was, having more than one rod for her to please. Alynia didn’t know whether she liked it or not.

She squeaked softly as his central cock went to her cleavage, she stared at it with wonder feeling his slick rubbery appendage against the skin of her cum covered mounds. His hands went down, pushing her breasts so that it wrapped around his thick cock. Alynia let out a quiet high pitched whimper as he did so, her breasts were sensitive but what she was more concerned about was if he built up her arousal again. Her senses would be begging for him, but her body certainly would certainly be unable to handle anymore… but if he was cable of continuing, surely he would be for a while how could she stop him? Alynia wondered if he was ever truly satisfied, she could only hope that such a limit existed.

Slowly he began to thrust into those hills of hers, the slickness of the essence already there assisted him in setting a wonderful pace against her. Her eyes followed the movement of his shaft as it fucked her tits. “Ah-“ She moaned wantonly as his thumbs began to trace sensual circles over her engorged nipples. Her knees squeezed together, no she couldn’t get aroused, otherwise this would never end, she would want it even when her body was on the borderline insanity. It was amazing what he could do to her. This horrible abuse, the fantastic torture, she gritted her teeth slightly as she groaned. It was a bitter love hate for the sensations he forced upon her. Oh god, it just felt so good.

Then she realized how the tip of his shaft knocked against her lips. It was obvious what she could do, so she didn’t take time to hesitate. The sooner he got off would be better for her own health. Alynia drew in a long breath before letting the tip of him trust into her raspy throat. Immediately her tongue wrapped around what it could, massaging him the best she could as she was currently. Alynia sucked the tip of his shaft bobbing her head along with his dick, her eyes closed in frustration, her hands tugged weakly. There was absolutely nothing she could do to deny him, so she fell back on her innate obedience, letting him take full reign over her actions. Hopefully this would eventually be enough to satisfy him.