He continued to torment the student, ravishing her cunt with his cock and teasing her ass with his chemicals.


She was finally ready.

"You . . .Are . . MinesssSss," he gurgled out, a small whirlpool of water spinning around her clit. She was at his mercy and he finally had the tools to take full advantage of that as he pumped into her cunt more and more. She was weak, she was submissive, and he was willing to use that to his advantage, he continued to pump, in and out, faster as he gripped her tighter. He would come to his own climax shortly as he the water of pool sloshed wildly, as if uniting in their coupling. Already the floor of the room was soaked, a trap of glowing teal water for anyone that might chance upon Etolie's fall. Mmm, he liked that idea.

Her mind had been reeling imagining this thing entering her. Her CDR was in overdrive, her head slumped forward. There was little she could do, so little as she was at the mercy of the beginning below her, those chemicals sliding into the cuts on her ass and between the crack of her ass, her body shivering as desire bubble up inside her, desire she had already addressed in his near subconscious state as her forehead rests upon the top of his head, her body shivering though she whimpers having no desire to be taken back there though with it playing back there she was unsure what he had intended now.

“Y-yes ...” she admits weakly feeling that tongue continue to press inside her in dominating motions, the chemical keeping her aroused as she offers up more of herself to that rippling tongue.

“I am yours.” At least for now she was at it's mercy, a tremble rushing through her at that admission, her fingers tightening against the back of his head. She could hope for so little in this instant and had nothing that she was going to be able to bargain with that he could not just take other than perhaps her compliance but if he did not want that or wasn't interested in it then she was without nothing, a soft glow rushed through her as she felt so good. There was nothing that was going to change her fate and after she had thrown Mildred to the wolves she doubted anyone would go out of their way in an effort to save her from her fate and would probably encourage what was happening to her.

The seizure of motion continued, sucking in all of her juices as he finally became solid, separate from the pool as the water finally returned to normal, the color of nothing, transculent, leaving Etolie in the mercies of Riptide, whole and upright.

Sucking in more of her juices, the pressure of the water forced itself solid as well, as if it were a real cock as his form transformed more humanoid, where head was, grew out a torso, and makeshift torso nimble arms, neck, and finally a head. The 'arm's that had held in her shoulders from the water dropped off, suspending the girl by her hips and the cock inside her pussy, allowing more of her weight to further sink his member in.

" . . .Mines . . ." Came a ripple voice from where a mouth form on a sleek skull, a milky blue claw bringing her chin to pull upward, to meet the monster that had taken her for its own.

The two, angry red light orbs that had been present before so easily was only now barely seeable within the milky surface of its skull, its appetite near sated, even as the cock moved inside of her, tempting her, milking her of her juices as it remained still, savage, and unpredictable.

“UHHH!” The sound escaping her lips, her mind pulsing with fear and need given the abundance of chemicals that seared through her body. Her eyes glistened with unspilt tears, she was afraid in part, her CDR kicking in but at the same time she could not fail to admit the bliss that she was feeling.

Her hands gripped at the back of his head tightened. It was all too apparent that her body had given in as her chin is forced up and she is forced to look into those eyes. But his hunger has not seemed to abate, at least he presses into those folds with a passion, his length blistering, her voice punctured with soft moans.

“AH! AH! AHHHH!” Oh she was lit up like a Christmas ere, her breasts bouncing, making contact against his chest.

“Yours ...” she agrees softly as he fills her, there was no sense in provoking his ere any further, especially when she could do nothing about it.

Her soft, compliant words filled him with ecstacy. Girth expanded, his form swelling around her, inside of her with each moment. A piercing gaze bore into her eyes, as if he was trying to communicate something thorough, something unrelenting to her.

The length in him seem to overflow inside of her, as if to want to fill her bursting. But it didn't, only exploding inside as the wetness of his cum soaked into her inside, releasing more of the aphrodisiac into her core, bursting and blossoming into her womb as the excess spilled out, splattering like a hose into her inner thigh and back on to them both.

A large roar echoed into the pool hall, the very sound everywhere, as if the water was echoing its need all around, like surround sound.

“OH GOD!”

He felt so big the way that he filled her to capacity like water filling a glass. Her mind was left reeling as that substance, that cock, remained deeply embedded in her.

Etolie feels her back aching, her hands pressing against his shoulders as she slices her hips back and forth against this delicious feeling against her, in her. Her body explodes in bliss falling over the now solid member that is entrapped in her body sliding up against her G-Spot, releasing something between her legs as she bites her lower lips, tips back her head and lets out a deep passionate moan that fills the room with the pool as her own release smashes into her with such an intensity that she gets lost in that moment bringing her lips against his mouth she exchanges a brief kiss with him than tares her mouth away so that she can breath in ragged gasps.

“OHHHHHH!” She gasps as she saturates that member as she's bounce up and down that pole as she was filled by him with those strong thrusts.

It relished in her throes, seeing her finally lost to the passion that he was giving. He thrusted her, on and on his thick watery shaft as she drowned in the ecstasy.The kiss meant nothign to him, only giving her a taste of the her own juices, a tad of chlorine, and a bigger dosage of his chemicals, seeping into her lips.

He held it, assuring she wouldn't be coming down any time soon as she pumped her more and OH! There it was, that delicious release as she sprayed her juices over his member. His form grew milkier in appearance, almost like an eggshell blue of a blue jay, small patches of blue spreading over the surface of his membrane . . . Yes, that's what it was, a membrane, his own body growing it as he furthered thrust into her. The finer details of his form began to grow more apparent, finer and more lean. The membrane of its firmer, outter appearance pulled in tighter, more lean body. Small, fine smooth scales began to be shaded as he absorbed the nectar of her cunt. A lining of a muscular pectoral began to rise up from tghe depths of the water, slimming down to a hardened, slim waist.

With that, he paused, looking at this nameless victim of his. It wasn't the one he recalled, nor felt the exact same. Biofreeze, frozen in space for so long, it seemed harder and harder to realize what was going on.

"What . . . What your name," he growled out, giving short, teasing thrusts into her, seeing her pleasure making her more compliant.

“EHHHHH!” Her passage was on fire, her lips tingled with even more of that aphrodisiac and while her release was imminent, while she came with a great fury her passage still yearned to be filled by him, that aphrodisiac driving her to greater and greater pleasure, her hips still swishing back and forth.

The monster presses into her bringing with that motion a tingling warmth that draws forth another pleasant moan from her.

Her mind is coherent just barely given her recent orgasm she recognizes a question though she's aware that he's probably not finished with her … with the aphrodisiac she hopes not …

“It's. AH, it's, Etolie. Etolie Leblanc.” Her mind barely held together against the tingling warmth that sweeps through her.

Etolie . . . .Etolie . . . Soon, it began to slip out of her, every inch dragging outward, sliding against her swollen and pouty cunt. Its claws on her shoulders held her maintained, while the water that was forcing her feet to remain apart had lost their grip, loosening her limbs as they swung together in the water, the tension released.

"Etolie . . . Mines," it said, turning her face by her chin with a third hand that had risen from the water. It now stood in its full form, with the water around its form, standing over twelve feet, the second half in the water. But poking upward, erect and thick was the mass of water of its dick. He forced her face closer to its own, glaring hard. The grip on her chin was tight, strong, not allowing for her own movement to be made as he pressed the clawed thumb to the front of her chin.

It was becoming more aware, he was growing, more consicous . . . He saw his water going through Etolie, soaked into her, her delicious nipples erect and puffy with arousal. At this point, there was no telling how much clsoer to conscious thought he was, letting her arousal drive higher as she remained wet.

She whimpered just a little as her head was grabbed and drawn forward as he inspected her, that watery member slipping out of her at least for now, her passage still glowing with a pleasant warmth but other than being tossed earlier and her leg getting whacked she was not hurt so she had no reason o fight this.

Her hard nippled breasts swayed up and down with each heavy breath that she took. The was just something about aquatic creatures as of late though … she had been clammed as the plaything of Princess Tidal or rather more than a simple plaything and she wonders if she is being claimed her as a plaything, she could only surmise so.

He had a hunger and while she was unsure of whether or not this hunger was sated she noted that it was more apt to communicating now, fine by her.

“Yes, Etolie is yours,” there was no denying the fact that she was his plaything as for now anyway he had stopped driving her crazy even if that ache through her passage kept her so filling her with want and need.

He watched as she simmered in the oils of his chemicals, seeing as her skin seemed to even glow the colors. Or was that an illusion, reflected in the lively pool beneath.

Yes, he intentionally had left more chemicals in her then when he had started. He was seeing such reaction was brining him what he wanted, more juices . . . For he never really felt sated. Almost coming close....after an hour from escaping those labs.

'Wait . . . Be patient.'

His head quirked to the left, looking at the empty wall to her right. There was nothing that could have seemed to grab his attention, but those two red glaring orbs seemed to be focused on something.

The chemically treated water around him, still under her and dripping from his touch, injected more into her, further raising those levels that he wasn't taking care of.

There was a need of course, a primal hunger that rushed through her as he paused for the time being. Her chest rising and falling with each breath, Etolie vaguely aware at this stage though her body was beginning for more attention squirming to and fro though it was obvious that she was not trying to break free as even more chemicals are used further pushing her mind into that cherished bubbly state though she is aware that he looks away for a moment.

Either his perceptions were greater than her own and he heard something or he was thinking about something. In either event he has her gasping again, that passage growing wet with want, Etolie tries to hold back, to remain coherent in case he asks something else though she does not know what.

It's possessive she things, it needs her juices and now it was going to receive them in spades in part from that chemical unaware that traces of the school inhibitors are in those chemicals too. Not that this would matter unless she took a large concentrate dose which might disrupt her powers for some time though she was not considering them.

“I … I want more ...” she rubs against him offering up more of that wet passage to him as she restlessly shifts above him, the chemical burning through her she tries to impale herself back on him with a whimper of need piercing her lips.

He looks back, the sound of her plaintive need piercing through his thoughts. A non-existant smile takes shadow over where its feature. All the juice she could make. Offered to him. But that isn't the only thing in sight. He can see it, now more than before. The chemicals coursing through her. If it was able to be seen under her skin, just a small amount by her cunt, her breast, inner thighs and arms . . . Then it was truly working a storm of pleasure inside of her.

It was also overloading.

What if he did overload her? She seemed willing and ready and, of course, there was so much more juice to be had.

The water stilled around her . . . Before the watery claw withdrew from her chin, no longer pressing more pleasure into her. Yes, even there, her chin had acquired a blue tint. The spare claw reunited with the pool, dropping and melting into its surface as Riptide let go of his hold on her shoulders.

The student dropped into the pool, for a moment, entirely submerged by the chemicals and water. Riptide watched, surprised she didn't instantly arise before the water brought her back up. Like a cradle, it cupped her as it lifted her up into the air, closer to the edge of the pool.

Indeed she was ripe for the taking, all those juices in her passage collected there. She felt the buzz of excitement, of need that she had not experienced before given that she had little exposure to aphrodisiacs. But rather than giving her what she needs he lets her go, that claw retracting leaving a blue stain on her chin she's dropped into the water for a mere moment, dimly aware of their position near the edge of the pool her heart beats with excitement though she's still being held by the water and ever portion of her tingles now she spreads her legs wide as if given him an ample view of her pleasure laden passage.

Her body bends and she brings her legs up hitching her ankle over his shoulders, a hand at the back of his head she pulls herself forward towards his mouth.

“Aren't, aren't you hungry?” He needful body responds by rubbing back and forth against that face.

Riptide stared at her for no more than a second before he let the limb fall through him, like water, forcing it to swing back to its owner. THe cradle of the water that held her moved towards the edge of the pool, once hitting it, spilled her like a popped water balloon into the the surface of the gym floor.

Patience. Patience for what, he could not say. But he could see that it was surely not reflection of the pool that had shown on her skin, but the aphrodisiac in her system. Patience . . . If he overdid it now, he wasn't sure where his next source would be . . . For now was good. She showed the signs, she was susceptible . . . He would be patient.

He turned his back, slowly sinking his milky form into the pool, ignoring the desperate need of her whims of herself.