She knew the price … it was acceptable she supposed if she feel asleep while in the forest. If that Demon found her before she was molested he offered to take care of her for a price … and if after something got to her then all bets were off and it was as if they were dealing with each other for the first time.

This time she did not get lost though. Avoiding the paths that lead to the Demon and the plant thing Bria had discovered that she was safe no place after her mile high experience. Fortunately only that slime monster had been rough with her though all these experiences left her creativity juices flowing and she sat at the base of a tree now as a plot idea suddenly struck her and she removed her note book from her pack. She so often had one with her.

Dressed in khaki shorts and a green, short sleeve shirt she drift off before she got too far into her notes, slumping somewhat as sleep over took her for the moment ...

Every now and then Dendrite would venture into the campus proper, but the alien felt more at home in the wild areas of the island. It was amazing how many young human females would wander off all on their own, seeking solitude or perhaps an escape from their troubles...

Following the forest paths, Dendrite stumbled over a girl--almost literally. She was crouched there, asleep. The alien took a moment to examine her; a bit taller and more slender than many students, and slumbering quite peacefully. Just how deeply was she sleeping?...Following a whim, Dendrite crouched behind the girl and reached around with its tentacles. Her notebook was plucked from her hand and set aside, and Dendrite tugged the girl to lean back against its body.

He got the notebook away from her easy enough and if he cared to look he would see how the penmanship, near flawless grew messier towards the end before a line rushed across the page where her hand skimmed across it as she fell asleep.

When she was drawn back he heard a whimper as Bria woke up. Hallucination brought on by the Sleep Paralysis had been nothing knew though right now she could not move, at least not for a few minutes at least.

Something was grabbing her … hallucinations did not grab her … still she was hopeful that this was just another hallucination before waking though she knew that sometimes they were real …

She could do little more than dart her eyes to the side but could not see her attacker.

Dendrite was a little surprised at the girl's reaction, or lack thereof. Was she under the influence of some...substance? Or perhaps a small mixup in the nervous system was leaving her motionless. Did that happen to humans? Regardless, she had seen fit to go hiking alone, so whatever it was probably wasn't dangerous.

Dendrite arranged the girl's body so she was reclining back against the creature. Tentacles encircled her arms and ankles, ready to hold her captive. A couple more began rubbing at her chest through the fabric of her shirt; the alien's thick tail-tentacle lay across one leg and nudged her opposite thigh.

She was easy to reposition and move in this state, though he could hear her whimpering as he moved her and rubbed her body all over. She was able to make low vocalizations he realized, her nipples growing a bit stiff beneath her top, beneath her top.

While she often had these hallucinations they had never touched her. She saw or heard them, sometimes both but often woke prior to contact.

Come on! Come on!

Though those securing tentacles had not been tight yet they probably would be soon enough.

“NOOOOOO!”

There was a burst of strength now as if she suddenly woke and was fighting now to brake free of his grasp.

Dendrite reflexively tightened the coils of its tentacles, gripping the girl's wrists and ankles, making sure she couldn't escape. ...Then it loosened its grasp just slightly; it wasn't trying to bruise her or anything. So, some sort of sleep-related atonia. In its own way, that was fascinating...yet of minor interest compared to the rest of her.

In reply to the girl, Dendrite chuckled, deep and dark. "Yes," the creature murmured, for the moment deciding to simply hold the girl captive until she calmed down...or until such waiting got boring.

What luck!

She struggled but could not brake away though even as that grip eventually lessens. Her breathing irregular, her chest heaving in his grasp as those tentacles continue to roam over her body.

“Y-Your real?” That much was obvious though nothing unfortunate happened to her yet she longed for that Demon to appear, the devil you knew and all that. She did not know about this creature though seeing that she had never encountered it before, nothing she had encountered before had so many tentacles …

Unless she were still asleep and this was Wraith …

“W-Wraith?”

Oh, the sarcastic answers were so tempting, but Dendrite restrained itself. "Oh, I'm real. Don't I feel real enough?" The tentacles returned to rubbing her chest gently. 'Wraith', was it? She must have 'met' one of the island's other denizens. "But I have never been called 'Wraith'. This is our first chance to acquaint ourselves."

Her struggles became lighter, then nonexistent as she realized that it was just a waste of energy and if she got the chance later on she might need that energy later on if a chance to escape if the opportunity arose.

“Wraith can make things feel real even when I'm asleep … we've never met ...”

There were a lot of these things as Kakumaoh eluded to. “W-What are you going to do? I mean, besides the obvious?”

"Obvious, am I? You wound me, girl." Dendrite laughed again; its tentacles found the bottom of the girl's shirt and slipped into it, rubbing over her stomach before questing upward in search of her breasts. The alien didn't bother replying to her mention of another monster, though it filed the information away in its memory. "What I'm going to do is enjoy you."

She nodded a little, those tentacles sweeping over her, her breasts were concealed beneath the simple cotton bra.

“Y-You're going to use me for your own e-entertainment or needs or whatever … what's n-not as obvious is any quirks ...” She was frozen in his grasp. Her words did not seem bitter though, more factual then anything indicating that she had encountered others, at least one other by the sound of it.

'Quirks'? Was she some sort of researcher, to talk like that? Ah, Dendrite sensed fear, fear enough to keep her immobile. That was understandable..."You are calm," the creature murmured. A tentacle touched her cheek and then tugged at her chin, as if urging her to turn around, though it wasn't trying to grasp or force her. "You wish to keep control of yourself. To distract yourself from what you...know I will do to you." The largest tentacle was rubbing at her thigh, moving up toward the juncture of her legs.

Of course she was afraid, who wouldn't be though she did not panic in pressure situations and tried to make things as easy for her as possible. She wasn't a researcher, though close enough as she was a writer and tended to record her experiences. Rape was the connecting them but she found that motivations and needs varied. She did not see any connection there or why this was happening at all.

Prompted to turn around she is shocked seeing that big blue eye looking back at her.

“Fuck!” So far he was tied with the slimes for being most alien in nature …

That tentacle rubbing higher, a gasp falling away from her lips … “W-What a-are you after!”

Dendrite let out a long, low growl. "You human girls, you are so fun to play with. Not just your bodies, but your minds..." The tentacles pulled her shirt upward, shuffling around to let it slip off her body. Of course, that was assuming she didn't resist, but the monster was ready for that too.

She had not resisted though she did not help not that he had a need for assistance. Her nipples splashed against her bra, nice and hard, her own arousal evident as he continues to rub over her sex. So he was psionic or slightly so? Feeding off emotion or perhaps he had just enjoyed playing with their minds.

Another stab of fear swept through her as she considered this … she could not trust him if he played head games …

“Y-You're wasting time, get on with it already.”