The Princess's eyes widen when Etolie just keeps going, and then she smiles. "Oh, ooh goddess... when I kidnapped you I had no idea you'd be such a huge slut! Given your lifestyle, you'll probably need some help." With that in mind the princess reaches out to summon another of her friends swallowed by the beast, though this one won't be long for this world.

Soon there's an alien sea urchin in her palm, purple and pink and shivering. The Princess isn't gentle with either it or Etolie, though of the two the urchin seems to be getting the worst end of the deal. She smashes it hard against her neck, killing it and sending its needles into her victim's blood. The wounds are too small to be seen by the naked eye, but the poison can be felt immediately. At first it stings harshly, but then the pain fades to leave a numbness in the area of entry. And finally Etolie's pussy begins to dampen quickly and dramatically.

The Princess lies back, content to enjoy Etolie's oral service. Her suctioned tentacles begin pounding back inside her walls, picking up where they left off and able to penetrate even further with the extra lubrication. As she relaxes, she sucks out the guts of the dead urchin. If this slut is into marathons then she'll need the nourishment - after all Etolie has already gotten plenty and apparently wants seconds.

She may have protested about being a slut but she was busy and quiet focused. She rarely was in the position of receiving pleasure but she had her fair share of delivering it to others. In many cases it was when she dominated another girl to toy with just a little. Perhaps slut meant something different to her or she had thought it meant something else but Etolie figured that the Princess meant it as Etolie believed she did. What ever right now. She was busy.

But she had to earn getting her glasses too.

But then came the spines of the urchin and there is a muffled cry against the Princesses snatch. The effects dull to a throb though. Her passage sickens further, her chest heaves as the poison took effect almost at once.

She moans against the snatch of the Princess, her tongue moving back and forth, the tentacles keenly felt as they dig deeper into her. Her squeals as the tentacles press deeper into her core, her walls tighten against the intruders in a feeble effort to encase them inside her though with two in her she is spread fairly wide as it is. Her hand pulls more firmly against that clit as she trembles in the aftermath of her own orgasm, she slows the bucking motions of her hips but remains as quick with her tongue and hands, the other pinching her nipple and rolling it between her thumb and forefinger.

The Princess groans with pleasure, grabbing the back of Etolie's head and near-suffocating her against her eager slit. She feels the girl's pussy clenching around her tentacles, massaging them and making them feel quite good. She cums again from that wonderful tongue, her fem-jizz erupting even more powerful than her first orgasm and exploding against Etolie's face and eyes, though the majority goes straight into her dutiful mouth.

At the same time she relaxes her ink sac and lets the tentacles crushed inside Etolie's pussy erupt, spraying her womb with endless volumes of dark, oily ink. It continues like a tidal wave, inflating her stomach and then pouring out to paint her cunt black. The tentacles emerge from their home with a slithering pop, finally giving that heavily-stuffed snatch a break. One of the tendrils poises over Etolie's head and lets another spray of black spill into Etolie's hair, and then trail down her back to leave a jet necklace.

None of that was strictly necessary, since she can't truly orgasm from her tentacles, but having had a lot of experience with human girls, the Princess knows that they're basically expecting it.

Etolie having the back of her head held cannot easily brake away as her body is hammered by those tentacles. She finds that it is tough to breath and while she closes her eyes at the feel of that cum rushing at her again she swallows what she can of it.

She is and isn't expecting her to cum. In a way she thinks on the few hentai she watched and her own experience with males at least. They tended to come and cum hard as she did with those ink jets.

She was so full of the substance that it leaked out of her passage dripping into the water beneath her. The ink on her face neck and hair. She does not worry about the mess figuring the trip to the surface would clean up on the way back, She doubts the Leviathan can risk shallow water.

She splashes her face with some salt water to clear her eyes a bit though that's more out of instinct as she still can't see all that well. She tries to pull away from though the hand at the back of her head told her whether of not the Princess determined that she was finished with her in such a capacity yet. She had questions of course ...

The Princess transforms from two legs that end in tentacles to a tail, which seems to settle the issue. She coils it around Etolie and relaxes. "You must really like me," she muses. "Giving me one free like that. By the way, you look great with black hair, and congratulations on being able to take in so much, I wasn't really expecting them both to fit."

“I rather take two there then ...” she begins touching her hair with a hand and getting ink all over it. She wonders about her hair, that and her swollen chest she must look very different especially without the glasses.

She washes her hand off in the water though as she moves up to the side of the Princess, a hand settling on her breast stroking it casually.

“Yeah though a lot of this has me freaked out,” she admits. “And I had to be sure that I wasn't going to be left down here. Still, I did have a few questions now that I can ask them.

“That ill … how long does the effects last? Can I get some of that blood, I wish to study it. I am a chemist by trade ...”

She pauses, bringing her mouth down the a breast, flickering her tongue against it as her eyes peak up into her face. Her passage is still moist partly because of the effects of the venom coursing though her and her breasts feel heavy and sensitive begging for attention. They leak and she brings a hand back to one squeezing it.

She says little about the hair though, black is good though she was so use to the hair being chestnut colored, besides she could not see it too well at present with out her glasses she was sort of stuck not being g to see so well. She had to hope that she could find her missing pair never needing to worry about them before she sort of let them be.

The Princess slides her tail beneath Etolie and spreads her legs so she can straddle it, giving her a seat on it that presses the scaly flesh against her sex. With a wide smile she wriggles her tail constantly, giving some stimulation to her wet folds. She squirms even more as her breast is suckled, giving faint little noises of appreciation.

"So you want to study the technology of Tidal. Well, I want to see how many tentacles can fit in your ass, but I don't know if we're both going to get what we want. We've abandoned most electrical and fusion technologies in favor of bioengineering life forms to suit our needs, it ends up working out much better than your silly little machines. The reason we use living creatures to harvest and store our tonics is that they degrade very quickly outside the body. They're not going to let you keep a live animal, so I guess I'd have to freeze a sample. To answer your first question, the effects are temporary, it depends on your body but it will only last for a few hours or a few days at most. You can get a permanent size increase by repeating the doses - I actually used to be as flat as a board, hehe."

She circles her hands around Etolie's breasts and pulls her against her, tail still vibrating beneath her. Ooh, guess I haven't been taking care of you enough. They're going to need a lot of attention or they could get really sore." Leaving Etolie where she is she grabs both of her breasts, kneading them between her fingers and gently coaxing more fluid out.

Etolie frowns … true she was fascinated by this but with the exchange … she wouldn't do that. She sighs, the sound turning into a moan as the tail moves beneath her. “I can't do that. How … how about -ugh- my pussy?”

But it did seem like an efficient way for tech though if it were going to lack potency outside of the body then anything she could make from it would have to be use quickly or she would have to figure out a means of preserving them.

She yelps in pleasure as here enhanced sensitive breasts are played with. Her eyes close as more of that sweet liquid seeps forth. The touch feels so good, it's what her body has been longing for.

She forgets for the moment what they were discussing, a rarity since it involved chemistry. But her body reacts on it's own kissing and sucking a breast as she melts into that touch that assails her leaving a most pleasant warmth.

Slowly her mind turns back to something she said. “Is the sensitivity permanent? The lactation?”

"Your pussy?" The Princess muses. "I might, but you'd probably like it so much that it wouldn't really be much of a trade. Anyway, the lactation and sensitivity are just side effects. We were going to get rid of them during beta testing, but the subjects liked the effects so much that we decided to advertise them as 'features' instead. So no, it won't last forever, just while the blood's in your system."

Her handling of Etolie's breasts grows rougher, pulling on them and squeezing them enough to leave a mark.

She shakes her head slightly. “No, then, it is not worth the trade. If the potency is lost once removed from the body and I won't have living specimens to work with then the chances of me discovering anything useful would be minute. I'm not sure what happens on graduation but if we could go back home like none of this ever happened then either they do something to our minds in which any discoveries would likely be gone or that I never make it home and never get known for such discoveries.”

It was regretful that she couldn't work with such matters but that was how her mind had rationalize it. She had not been at that stage to do more than suspect what the school was going to do with them, she was no fool in thinking that they could go home unless they forgot what went on here some how.

She herself had possessed memory spells, it was one of two witchcraft spells she could use.

But her breasts were attacked again before she could really dwell much on the matter.

"AIEEEEEE!” It hurt but felt so good at the same time with the urchin venom still flowing through her veins as her head tilts back. Unseeing eyes look at the upper mouth of the Leviathan.

The Princess's eyes widen, though there's a twinkle behind them. "Oh no, did I hurt you? I'm so sorry little fish, let me make it all better." Her tail rises, lifting Etolie up so that her breasts are presented to the Princess's face. She eagerly dives in, trying but failing to fit a whole one in her mouth as she gently sucks up the milk.

She cannot perceive much beyond that look given her lack of vision. "No, I, I am all right ..." she gasps.

The milk flows freely her eyes press closed as some relief flows though that orb, the othther begging for attention as she sqheezed it in her own hand.

“Uh huh, ahhh yessss!” The sensations mixed, the over sensitive breast, the flow of that aphrodisiac that course through her She reaches down with one hand showing a single breast of the Princess she leans in suckling at her neck as her breast is played with.

She pants, her chest rising and falling against that artful attention.

The Princess begins nibbling as well, first very gently, and then putting more and more force behind it. Eventually she's sinking her teeth firmly into the student, but trying not to hurt her enough to take her off her sexual high. Then she switches to the other breast, chasing Etolie's hand away by nipping at the fingers before going for the nipple and the soft flesh surrounding it. She gets even bolder with her bites, seeing how much Etolie can take.

Meanwhile she grabs Etolie's thigh and begins moving her back and forth to roughly grind her pussy against the smooth, pliant scales of her tail, still wriggling it up against her.

For a privileged girl she can endure a lot. She gasps at the nips, presses her eyes closed as they get rougher, her gasps mixing with sharp cries of discomfort and mild pain though the aphrodisiac keeps her in a heightened state. The scales pressing against her aroused pussy, her passage still quite wet an arousal carves it's way between her thighs with the external build up of pressure.

“Oh, GOD!”

Her eyes go wind at the attention, her breasts sore and leaking their milk as her hand presses to the Princesses chest as does the other that has been chased away. Squeezing roughly on the encountered cleavage she then tweaks the nipples between her thumb and forefingers rolling against the flesh as she pants, heat rising up through her loins.

"God?" murmurs the Princess in mock disappointment. "You really should be calling out to me!"

She lets out a few brief grunts as her own breasts are roughly handled, but turnabout is fair play and she'd be lying if she said she didn't love every second of it. She alternates back to the first breast, eagerly sucking up any fluid that she can have. Meanwhile her hand reaches in between Etolie's legs, seeking to apply those last finishing touches. She's not gentle at first, squeezing her button in between her fingers, but then she slips a few slender fingers in between those folds and gently but firmly works them against the pink.