Marlin pulses in amusement, a pressure differential of body language that has no human equivalent. He understands exactly the limits of her body due to the diligence of his fibers, which serve precisely this purpose. Thin roots of congealed gel rest on her engorged mons and slip past to test the flexibility of her inner folds, measuring her elasticity with thin tips. Shed blood would be a waste.

The phallus embedded in her core shifts slightly backward, then implacably flows forward - rather than the impatient rush of a flesh-and-blood being, Marlin's chosen pace is hydraulic and irresistible, like a tide that flows back and forth over Bria's entire body; little waves shudder past her hips with every thrust, and reverberate inside her body like a liquid echo. That stands in stark contrast to the hand still knotted in Bria's hair, cranking her head back at a brutal angle and arching her spine.

This part, Marlin admits with another subterranean rumble of amusement, he enjoys.

Her head pulled back she gets her to arch her back. So full of him. With his earlier words she had been expecting him to force his way through her, to tare her up but she is surprised by the slower methodical pace, that syrup flowing over her with each thrust into her core as she sweeps over her.

“UHUH!”

The warmth assails her from the inside out, her eyes still squeezed closed though she tries to widen her legs to stretch herself out more seeing that he was so large and she full of him.

Fear embraced her, she had no idea if he were going to make her pay further but she says nothing now, afraid to as he fills her again and again, whimpers and moans forming up on her lips, her hands bunching into fists as pleasure flowed over her, the press of those tendrils against her chest, her body betraying her as both her clit and nipples stiffen in response to his action.

“AHHHHHH!” her head tips back if his hand allows for it that is

The girl widens her legs, an instinctive, primitive response that provokes a louder rumble from Marlin, a thunderclap of protean laughter. He's certainly not doing this for her pleasure, though that often appears to be a byproduct - her orgasm will widen her womb reflexively in preperation for sperm, and that will give him a chance to ransack it in search of an egg cell: the holy grail of genetic information, which alone can sustain him for days. Unfortunately a typical response will not give him the time needed to check - he has to provoke a convulsive, prolonged climax to achieve that prize.

He chooses to make the effort of manifesting a throat again, the viscous mouth surfacing by her ear. SLUT. he states in his monotonous rumble. YOUR REFLEX BETRAYS YOU. A fiber trembles its way up the lips of her sex and wraps around the hardened clit at the peak of her slit. The feathery tip tickles it for but a moment before it withdraws and yanks hard once, twice in tempo with the steady thrusts of the slick intruder in her body.

The rest of the tendrils slowly wind their way between Bria's fingers and toes, up her arms and legs, and spread her limbs mercilessly wide, baring her naked, soaked body to whatever further instruments he might care to apply. Marlin eyes the bared skin judiciously as he attempts to decide.

“NO! It-it's too -UH- big!” But she doesn't expect him to understand this fact. She's only done this four times before, and twice she had been forced into it.

But was this the norm? The ghost had ridiculed her too for submitting to the pleasure that she had received. Did she respond like one? There was this delicious warmth that shot through her clit as he toyed with it, provoking a gasp from her lips that caused her toes to curl and her eyes to flutter against the sensations that washed over her then.

It was clear that her body was responding to this, she felt so full, her toes curl as she gasps as if in contradiction to her denial. His tendrils working between her fingers and toes, her nipples seeming to invite that touch, any touch as her back deepens in that arch.

The fat length buried in Bria's sex pulses in reply, threatening briefly to grow even further; but instead it merely continues its merciless pounding, filling her petite form utterly and shaking her body with each tidal slam. A fiber works its way deep inside and rims her cervix, testing the fluttering of the girl's internal muscles; Marlin needs to know exactly how close she is to orgasm in order to deny, then prolong the reflex appropriately.

He continues, otherwise, to test her sensitivity in other areas with a methodic approach. The tendril about her clit slackens as another pair creep up to the hardened peaks of his victim's nipples, wrapping them in featherlike protrusions that vibrate slightly with each body-quaking thrust of the phallus inside her. The ferns twist and rub against those aching nubs, seeking yet another sensitive point to exploit.

WHERE IS YOUR BODY WEAK? the slime interrogates, as he draws back the goo covering Bria's lower belly, exposing it to the chill air of the upper atmosphere. The contrast between the cool air and the hot rod pounding her innards is stunning. END THIS QUICKLY.

She is close, he being so large that he has little trouble in sweeping over her G-spot. She gasps as he explores her but her eyes widen as more of her body is exposed to the open air. Her breasts burn with the earlier contact, she fears that he will drop her and she has no idea what he means.

Did he mean what caused her physical pain or weak in that it would cause her to fell the rush of an orgasm? Did he intend to hurt her to present her from coming, she was totally unaware.

“I, I don't understand. Here is pretty sensitive,” she answers quickly though she finds that she is still secured. For emphasis she flicks her own clit to show him as another shudder ripples through her, she was both warm and cold at the same time as she's embedded half way inside him, her passage full of him so close to rupturing for the first time due to his size mostly but from the ceaseless movements that he performs again and again.

NOTED. Marlin booms, and the thick phallus buried in her folds slows even further, to a nastily patient pace that fills her every few seconds - too slow a pace to finish her reflex properly, if he is reading the fluttering of her internals properly. In contrast, a minature net of strands settles about Bria's clit, pulling back the protective hood and surrounding it with a multitude of ghostlike brushes.

This is the delicate part: he has to cause a large enough orgasm to open her cervix, a process he has succeeded with in the past, but rarely on the first try.

“UNH!” He slows considerably, each press of his body into her a constant flow into her as he keeps her on the brink without spilling her over the edge. Her clit is stimulated, she is kept upon that preparice, whimpering in pleasure, in need that she is denied.

Her passage growing wetter with each passing moment.

“OH GOD!” She pants unaware of course of what he's preparing her for, what he's after though she is grateful for the fact that he hasn't hurt her yet. His size took some getting use too, this is only the second time she's had a real phallus inside her and the first it was with an average sized individual.

This, however, fills her to her limit though he hasn't been quick or brutal where he could have easily made a mess of her or tared her apart. But she's only thinking about her own end, of her own release, her passage trying to squeeze him though he being liquid it is to no avail for those tight nearly untried muscles.

It's nearly time. Marlin pauses for a moment, judges the moment correct, then surges inward again with a heavy thrust, forcing Bria's violator in as far as it will go; slime pours down that phallic channel and, using her own muscular contractions against her, easily enters her cervix and spills past into the girl's womb. There the slime searches for a moment, pulsating, before it finds that precious egg cell, takes it - then crushes it, coding all that delicious genetic information and potential into itself. Simultaneously, the hand fisted in Bria's hair exudes a coating of gel that flows down over her ears and forehead, glowing slightly as it takes a scan of her brain lit up by sexual stimulation.

SATISFACTORY. the monster notes, his voice lower, more even compared to its usual mechanical rumble. The mouth by Bria's head leans forward until its lips brush the outer shell of her ear, now coating in the scan-gel. I TRUST YOU ENJOYED YOURSELF.

He'd be surprised if she responded, mainly due to the continued frantic tickling of her clitoris, which he feels disinclined to end. His actual work done, Marlin feels inclined to indulge himself.

[color=#BF8000]“YESSSSSS!”[/color] Her climax full and intense given that she has been keep from it for so long with that sudden, unexpected push into her body as she was still on edge and finally pushed over it.

Muscles clamping down against that liquid to no real effect she feels the wonders that he brings her too, vaguely notes the glow from the slime that washes over her and barely hears him.

Just satisfactory? Her pride is oddly wounded though she has little experience in these matters.

“Y-Yeah. It, f-feels good!” She admits, the after affect of her orgasm still rolling over her. Was it finished with her? She did not even realize what it had done let alone if he were finished or not, her body simply awash in this pleasure.

Marlin rumbles in amusement, and the entirety of the slime contracts for a moment as he replicates the data he's recieved from Bria's body - if she enjoyed the previous events so much, this would be definitely amusing.

In front of the schoolgirl begins to form the outline of a body - naked, feminine, curves sculpted from gel rather than flesh. In fact it resembles her exactly, though the hair is limp and the eyes are featureless and blank of pupil. The simulacra giggles emptily as it glances over itself, turning smooth limbs this way and that, before its hollow gaze turns to its original version. It floats over to her, moving much easier through the soupy interior of the slime, and, placing a hand on either cheek, presses its lips to Bria's and slides a cool tongue into her mouth, seeking her own.

This is one of Marlin's favored tricks; it never takes a victim long to understand the true benefits of a morphic biology, and mocking them with their own forms is deliciously ironic.

“Huh?” She blinks seeing it transform, a shape that she come to recognize. It's her, but not her at the same time as the double rests over her, grasping her cheeks. When she had come to this school she was curious about women and had two experiences thus far. One was a dream though so that one really doesn't count.

Her wet eyes widen, she's a little confused then lips, her lips press against her own. Her eyes close one more as she shudders against this contact her body pressed up beneath her copy as a shiver rushes over her despite the heat that collides against her tongue.

Confused she still gives in the warm sensations that weep over her.

The Bria clone spends a long time simply entangling its tongue with Bria's - long and sinuous, too giving and unresistant to be human - before it pulls back and smiles at her, though not a whit else of its expression changes. Then it begins to kiss down the column of her throat, over the pulse in her neck and finally tracking her collarbone, where tiny, pointed teeth nibble. One tiny, delicate hand takes a hardened nipple in between its fingers and presses lightly, before rolling it in lazy circles.

Marlin, meanwhile, amuses himself by removing the monstrous phallus from her inner folds and simply mashing the blunt head of it against her clit, rubbing the massive instrument against it in maddening loops.

She feels that tongue against her own, the tingling warmth that spirals against her sending razor-like shards through her. She pants the tongue extracts from her mouth and she feels that warmth against the column of her throat, slow and sensual as Marlin stops pressing inside the folds of her body but continues to stimulate her with that pounding sensation that rides against her forming gasps and tiny whimpers to form that only grow louder as the duplicate takes her nipple and begins rolling against it.

That smile fresh on her lips, Bria may have forgotten about Marlin completely is not for his continued and successful attempts to keep her aroused.

A syrup covered hand reaches up and takes the curve of her doppelgangers breast. Her thumb brushes over the top of a nipple as her fingers sink into the tender flesh. She gasps in part due to the attention placed up her nipple in part from the continued pressure on her clit. She shivers despite the warmth that surrounds her as her head cranes back given in far easier to the pleasure that assails her now. Maybe, maybe she were a slut, her cheeks burn with that thought ...

The simulacra coos in pleasure and presses up against Bria's hand with an empty-headed giggle, as it pulls back from her nipple and claims her lips again instead. Its skin texture is like smooth rubber, giving against her hand with ease, except for the nipple; it stands rock hard against the girl's palm. The lone hungrily nibbles on her tongue again as both of its hands return the favor, cupping Bria's cleavage and groping it shamelessly. It tweaks and molests her modest bust with the sort of fascination only a child can manifest.

Marlin, watching this obscene masturbation, rumbles in amusement again, the vibration translating up the thick rod pressing against her clit. Oddly, the vibration doesn't end; it continues, the phallus slowly grinding against Bria's outer lips as it tickles her mons and clit endlessly. YOUR BODY IS MINE TO TAKE. Marlin booms, the voice echoing about her without mercy. Disturbingly, that basso comes from the mouth of the clone as well even with the occupation of its tongue - the slime's voice is almost coming from inside Bria's head now. MINE TO TORMENT.