The tentacle paused in its caresses, for a moment, then resumed. "No. In truth, I have had little contact with...others. But I believe the answer is...No." The creature stroked over her shoulder and traced the side of one breast. "But you already know that, don't you?"

In a way she had, the stroking over her skin felt pleasant leaving a warmth spreading through the skin that he made contact with despite the coolness of that tentacles passing.

“Yeah, I guess ...” she recalled the other entity that she had encountered already. “Do you know how many … visitors this campus has? For the first few weeks I had been in the dark about them, now twice in the same week ...”

There had bee no reason to elaborate further as she trailed off there for the time being as she used the opportunity to recover her stamina a bit more.

A dark chuckle came from the creature. "Oh, I couldn't reveal something like that. Even if I knew, and I've had no inclination to find out. But let's just say...'Many'." The wandering tentacle coiled around her breast and gently squeezed, then it slid up to brush over her nipple.

“Many?” Her eyes widened for a moment at least as his tentacle swept over her tight breast, already secured by another tentacle this one made the distinct pleasure of seeking out the nipple that capped her breast, a small moan pooling from her lips as she felt contact their.

Her eyes pressed closed for a moment, her back arcs beneath him, the little movement that she is capable of. Her legs wrap around his back crossing over one another at the ankles,

“Can't say or won't?” There was a big difference she knew and she had not fooled herself in that she could get that information though she had already found that he didn't know … but if he couldn't say then there was something else at work here that she had yet to work out and had thought it best to collect what little information she could about it.

This one fancied herself an investigator. Or was she merely desperate for any means to avoid further trauma? There was no obligation to answer her. And yet, Dendrite found itself wondering what she would do if, perhaps some hints...

"I can do whatever I wish, little toy. Yet, every action has consequences. I could deal with the consequences of answering you, but I choose not to. Now..." Feeling the girl's legs willingly wrapped around the creature was a subtle delight in itself. A slimy tentacle traced playfully over one thigh. "Are you ready to face more consequences of your choice?"

He had not restrained her legs as she shifted them she found, perhaps certain that she could do nothing with them to harm him at this stage. His answer filled her mind as effortlessly as he had filled her body and Andrea had considered them.

So she reasoned that there was some greater power at work that had established guidelines that he abides by though he himself had been under no obligation to follow them. As best as she could tell it was like having a job, you didn't have to listen to your employer but there were often consequences for not doing so.

Andrea had thought that it was best to acquire some ground rules first, one couldn't win a game without knowing all the rules after all even if they did her little good in the long run.

She nodded looking up into that single blue eye. “Yeah … OK ...” She had to learn her role after all if she were going to make it through these next four year years ...

Dendrite could almost see the wheels turning in the girl's head. This one would be one to watch. But, back to the matter at hand (or, tentacle).

"Well then..." Suddenly Dendrite flexed its tentacles, effortlessly pulling the girl upward with its grasp on her shoulders and thighs. In moments she was sitting upright, facing the alien--though, 'seated' on strong tentacles coiled around her rear, holding her slightly above the desk's surface. The shift in weight drove her down on the unyielding tentacle still nestled deep in her pussy...

Andrea was smart enough and could work matters out with reasonable clues. For starters just knowing what was going on might help her and learning some of the basics helped too. She did not have too long to reflect on things before she was shifted upward in a seated position.

She felt so dirty, slime all over but she didn't focus on that as the new angle had her body humming in pleasure. “OH!” It still felt as good, her body filled up as she bounced up and down his length.

'OH FUCK THIS FEELS GOOD! THAT'S IT, FILL MY PUSSSY!”

Soft and not so soft moans exited her lips as she bounce against him at first then began to grind her hips from side to side.

Dendrite held a tight grasp on the girl's legs, giving her a stable base to swivel and grind her hips. The grip of its other tendrils loosened, instead beginning to wander over her shoulders and chest, paying particular attention to her breasts as they jiggled with her motions. "Good slut," the creature growled. "Ride me." Its tail-tentacle wasn't idle either, pistoning upward in a firm rhythm and squirming inside her to tease every inch of her tight warmth.

“Mmmhmm ...” More stable now her motions grow quicker as they join together, her passage wet from slime and her own sexual juices as he finds that it is easier to move inside her despite that snug heat that is collected around him.

Pink walls throbbed around him as tentacles against her flesh kept her arousal up as she felt the cool tentacles spark a pleasant warmth inside her.

She did as instructed, driving down on that tail tentacle and twisting, taking him in as much as she deemed reasonable in what she felt like her body could take. She was no virgin but didn't use more than fingers and tongue to penetrate her folds so she's pretty tight as it was.

“YEAH! OH YEAH! LIKE THAT! UH HUH! GOOD GOD!”

"That's it. As loud as you like." Dendrite growled in pleasure as the girl bucked. Leaning back slightly, the creature subtly guided her to lean forward, resting more of her weight on the alien. She must make a deliciously lewd picture, nude, skin glistening with slime, curvy bottom tensing rhythmically as she humped away at the beast. The alien's tentacle was more deft and flexible than any cock, or even sex toy; Dendrite was using it to full effect, relentlessly stimulating her sweet tightness. "Mmm, I can't get enough of your pussy..."

A compliment there? The way he moved was outstanding, the way he was so flexible within the tight folds of her passage though the wet sounds echoed in her ears among the cries and moans that punctuated her words.

Feeling those tentacles on her breasts and those divine movements there was an unmistakable warmth that climbed through her chest as she gasped out in approval. Her passage closing and opening now as a third orgasm ripped through her, her legs tightening against his back.

“SHOW ME! FUCKING SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU LIKE IT! AHHHHHH!” Faster now, she drove herself down even faster to keep this high of pleasure at it's peak for as long as possible.

There was no going against what was happening, after all, so at the least she could push herself to the brink of pleasure and beyond.

Feeling the girl climax again, hearing her scream, it was nothing less than amazing. Dendrite growled in approval and its tendrils swelled, suddenly spraying more slimy fluid--spilling it over her breasts as the creature kneaded them, letting the stuff trickle down her back...And of course her quivering pussy was pumped full of it, full and then more, an unceasing flow. The fluid spattered on the desk, making a puddle, and still there was no end. Dendrite kept driving into the girl, kept fucking her to prolong her pleasure, as if trying to see how long she could stand it before...collapsing in exhaustion? Going mad? Perhaps they would see...

She, she had to clean this. Somewhere in the back of her mind she had considered that though right now it did not matter. Slime was everywhere! Inside her, on her, flowing over the desk, pooling on the floor she gasped and whimpered in pleasure that streamed over her.

Her breasts tingled with his touch and he kept going, driving into her, relentless in the quest to fill her, and fill her he did, some slime escaping around the tail-tentacle as she cried out to the heavens, her hands balled up in fists for they were still restrained those looser than before. After a moment she tested her movements attempting to grasp him by the shoulders as she bounced down over him.

Seven, eight times? She stopped keeping track when the littlest thing slammed pleasure through her core, her eyes rolling up in her head, her body trembling, she was gone, incoherent but still conscious as he drove into her, it would not take him much to drive her into unconsciousness from here, though even now she was a slave to pleasure, begging for more without hearing herself in such a state. She wasn't as loud indicating that her batteries were winding down so to speak.

Andrea threw herself into each orgasm readily, letting each wash over her in enormous shock waves of bliss.

Each orgasm the girl reached was a feast to the alien's empathic senses. Dendrite was quite willing to let her grab its 'shoulders' and take more control of her pleasure; it seemed unlikely she would try to escape. Her cries and begging were answered by growls from the creature, as the pair of them thrust against each other, writhing on top of the desk. The monster's roving tentacles learned well the best places to touch and tease, bringing the girl's pleasure to a peak again and again.

Finally Dendrite could tell exhaustion was taking over. The creature leaned forward again, laying the girl on her back; its pumping member slowed, then stopped, nestled inside her quivering pussy. "Good," the creature murmured. "More than satisfactory. I think, for our first session together, I will refrain from fucking you into complete unconsciousness."