"Ahhh, f-fuck .." Ania stirred beneath the sensual motions flowing upon these nine inches of throbbing delight, the thick cock bouncing prominently with the slightest touch as each and every tease threw the delicate hermaphrodite off and caused her manhood to contract, inner muscles repeatedly clenched and begged for release as her balls tighten up whilst at the same time producing even more semen and dumping the liquid love into her virile orbs below. As hard as rock had been the impressive length poised before the young woman, radiant with heat and an almost bestial need only she could tend to.

The question invoked a response as the tentacle on her choker drew Rhaine forward, the engorged tip of the phallus lightly smacking into her lips where the smallest bubble of pre oozed from the slit at the center, emphasizing just how ready the huntress had been to indulge in matters.

Her features were riddled with restrained lust, a grimace of profound sexual desire, such even visible among the azure of her eyes although it must've been apparant to either of them that her strength alone would serve to simply take what she wanted, mere mastery of her urges keeping the alien from parting her lips and thrusting the hard pole down her throat. Despite that she managed to uphold the lecherous grin which graced her lips, focused on the student as though she were captured prey destined for a chosen fate.

"Please, I need it." She replied softly, enough to be heard over the music though not much more than that.

"Stick to the rhythm, dear, I wish to enjoy myself to the fullest." The tune itself wasn't really fast paced which might prolong exposure to the wonderful abilities of her pet, not to mention that it allowed for Ania to prepare for how quick or slow Rhaine might assail that sensitive portion of her body.

Already she was guiding a duo of tentacles over her back, sliding along the tender skin there until settling upon her butt at last, tracing over her cheeks and giving them a gentle squeeze before long. Aside from the worries of disobedience on her mind Ania was thinking of a suitable reward for the utmost alluring vixen instead, letting the mind ponder on the issue whilst physically she awaited the praiseworthy treatment from the woman poised between her legs.

She did not keep her Mistress waiting for long though she had not exactly tossed herself into her work just yet. Bringing her tongue up to the tip of that cock she fiddled with it allowing her tongue to taste, to play a little with one hand gripping that length and jerking up it, then down in time with the sweet rhythm.

Perhaps it had been the orders or perhaps she was not ready to relinquish control just yet as the index finger of her other hand presses to one of the testes tracing figure eight's over it. She pulled back and smiled briefly before getting back to work.

Her tongue fiddling with the sides of that rod, sweeping against the warm throbbing member as she continued to tease, to touch until drawing back a little as those tentacles swept down her body taking hold of her firm backside as she leaned forward this time pressing her breasts to either side of her pole, pressing that flesh against her as her tongue swirled against the tip of that azure rod once more, lips slowly sinking down over the head as she suck between the flicks of her tongue then lower still as she took more inside the tight warm confines, eyes dashing up, breasts riding over that shaft as her head bobbed in time with that movement as she continued to deliver what knowledge she had picked up while at this island and a little from before ...

Inevitably she found herself driven toward the edge albeit slowly as the rhythm in the background dictated the pace and Rhaine added a personal note by upholding the suspense, taking her sweet time in tending to the blatant needs of the huntress who in turn was bound to behave unless the student aimed for an outcome of the opposite spectrum. Ania had to be careful not to go beyond her boundaries here, one false move might ruin their union and since they didn't have all day it'd prove to be fatal with neither of them sexually fulfilled.

"Quit teasing me a-ahhnnn .. please .." Ania demanded, but at the same time these words were unlike an ordinary command. She pleaded for release instead of seizing it, lacking the incentive to break free of the erotic delay imposed upon her by the lovely blonde.

The sole digit traced upon the elegant contours of those heavy gonads, regal in stature and familiar in appearance in the sense that their proportions never ceased to exceed the grasp of her timid hands should she ever try to usurp one of her globes and the mouth watering cream filling hidden within. Miniscule amounts of sweat graced the voluminous semen storage compartments, lacking in fragrance other than the pleasant odor of her mistress which usually adhered the unique garment she'd kept in perfect condition throughout her absence, the soft tissue tingling with traces of molten pleasure as that feminine touch swept upon it.

Her smile had been sweet, but at the same time posed a grim reminder that the hunter essentially became the hunted, not that either would have to hunt for this catch as Ania groaned out in appreciation of being imprisoned by her perky breasts, shuddering in bliss as tongue and flesh work against her length.

"Oh yeah, just like that." Their eyes met whilst another appendage brushed through these golden locks in mutual fondness whereas others descended to the covers and curled up amidst the fabric in their futile search of anything to grasp, her features lit up in distinct pleasure for Rhaine hadn't lost even the slightest degree of charm from the night they shared before.

Meanwhile her panties were filled by an intruding tendril, dipping beneath the cloth from the rear where the elongated mass of sheer muscle swept along the crack of her ass and touched upon her backdoor, lingering there momentarily before venturing onward and causing the material to bulge out as it went, eventually passing the center of her body and teasing the outskirts of her blessed passage. Ania teased her nether lips without the promising sights before her own eyes, but she'd grown familiar with that portion of hers before and simply caressed the very edge of that entrance by memory alone.

The other smacked an occupied cheek playfully, rubbing the spot shortly after though there was a hint of weakness coming from the dominant huntress, the subtle motion of her hips in accordance with the steady rhythm that reigned over their lovemaking. She was getting closer that that ecstatic high, more delicious pre flowing to the surface although things weren't as they used to be. Instead of vanilla she'd discover the sweet taste of marshmallows, an experimental change for Ania did stumble upon the jars Slarr mentioned and wished to know which of the two Rhaine would prefer sampling today.

There had been something so enticing about it, so rewarding … for with all the attacks and encounters to be in control like this, to have such power was different and thrilling in such a way. It was a pseudo form of power she realized but for that moment she was in charge of what was happening rather than being chased down by one creature or another.

Rhaine was lucky though for the most part. She had not often found herself in such circumstances of total helplessness even if that would be the case her submissive stance often made any aggressors hold back so to speak.

She complied with the request picking up the pace as her lips slide about that azure member. It was the perfect size at the very limits of what she could draw completely into her mouth or body. She went to work drawing more of her into her mouth, her breasts sliding about that rod as they provided increased friction to this moment as she tasted that heated meat between her lips.

Rhaine had been the sort to try to flee if she could but once caught she would submit even in the future, provided of course she had not been tormented in which case fleeing probably wouldn't have mattered should she be caught again. It was just her form of surrender. It was complete though they had an arrangement at the time that they had first met, one that would continue the training of the soon to be slave for Rhaine could see no illusions in the future even if she did not think of it much. She wasn't stupid though she was not the sharpest tool in the shed either though with enough time she could work out most things.

She was a natural it seemed as far as adjusting to orders and complying with them. More of her mouth and tongue had been used, more friction as she increased the tempo with the way her mouth slurped down her Mistress, eager to please, eager to retain that status that had become so important to her.

Time only flowed in one direction, she did not cry about her future lot or anguish about returning to a time before the island for she was a realist and all things considered things were bound to be alright she assumed. She would just have to place forth what effort that she could here and see what the future brought after all. The past was the past, she lived for the future and had not been the sort to dread it but rather accept things. It was tough at first; that slime, that three eyed Demon … but eventually she had come to accept this strangeness that erupted all around her.

Her knees widened there on the floor as gasps eased out of her throat, her flower blooming as the edges of that passage had been toyed with as she was teased, heat flowing between her thighs at an alarming rate, crimson eyes widening …

Marshmallow! She gulped, her mouth eagerly working over that rod, she had almost though not quite been like Slarr when it came to strawberries. She did not loose it completely though it was very clear that she enjoyed the taste. She wasn't addicted or became irrational at possessing it but her enthusiasm could not be mistaken as she began to deep throat her Mistress with greater urgency, sucking harder against her.

Eh? The Smoke Devil perked up at the lively action though he figured it was just the command that Wild Berry received and not the taste. Some people just had no self control …

Slarr was an oxymoron himself though he never had cause to look at it like that. Loosing one's self control like Wild Berry, even considering that Aegir was a “cocksucker” when ironically Slarr had done just that though he would have dismissed both not seeing any real relevance in the matter.

But Wild Berry was off limits now. He watched as her ass was slapped, as the girl became more eager and thought that he could have a little fun here himself as he moved a little closer. Getting on the bed behind Ania he had rested on his knees. Curious of course.

“Don't cum, not yet,” he whispered into her ear as invisible hands rested over her breasts. With her dark locks now he cast those lemon yellow eyes down at the blond, squeezing Ania's chest whenever Wild Berry looked away, his gaze cast down at the blond as she worked eagerly to please her Mistress.

"Good God!" Truly Rhaine pampered the sublime girth amidst her lips as she worked upon her length feverishly, almost driven by an unseen demon when Ania had been blessed by the rippling texture of her throat as the dutiful servant swallowed around that cock in realisation of the pleasant fragrance which lingered at the tip, crimson lips sealed tightly as though they were two independant halves made whole that resulted in the perfect fit they'd revelled in many times before.

She wouldn't press on without reward, the tentacle teasing the outskirts of her blooming flower barely dipped into the swelling petals, rubbing along the slit of her body casually in preparation of things to come. The intention was to make her as needy as possible before proceeding, essentially blowing her load before moving on to greater things that day in which they'd find satisfaction at the same time.

In the fierce heat of their lovemaking Ania had almost forgotten about their special audience of one, the whisper which told her not to cum even though she was on the very edge of losing herself to the sensation, compelled to submit herself to his will against all odds and despite the blatant need to release written all over her features. Slarr hadn't bothered staying away from the action entirely and laid his hands on her massive tits, any surprise on her part swiftly processed and transformed into dread for what means of resistance did the huntress have to offer?

She couldn't spare a glimpse in his direction, couldn't speak a word which would even remotely adress the little devil without running the risk of revealing his presence in their midst. The soft and pillowy flesh in his hands bulged out between his claws, threatening to pierce the skin with each and every squeeze he applied in those moments of innocence whenever Rhaine happened to be guiding her focus elsewhere momentarily, keeping the curvaceous herm guessing as to whether or not the two of them would be found out as they were treading on thin ice. Even adding a pair of appendages of her own did little to conceal the pleasure as she was forced to fondle the heavy orbs herself whereas it hid the occasional motion of his in case the blonde looked their way.

But in essence these bodily pleasantries entrapped the blue skinned vixen inbetween her slave and an extraordinary benefactor, someone seeking to coax the delicious seed from her manhood mercilessly whilst the other commanded Ania not to give in. He'd given his order and she obeyed, bound not to climax even though the absence of any particular timeframe steered their roles into the realms of sexual torture. It seemed worse than being denied for she was denying herself an orgasm that would grant an end to the influx of mind numbing pleasure, a barrier upheld by will power alone, always free to let go and cum though that went against his will.

In prior encounters the load Rhaine received was akin to a full fledged meal, but a quick glance revealed that she was well beyond that now. Throughout the ordeal her testes had grown to generously swollen orbs of glossy tautness, virile factories covered in a gossamer film of sweat which churned out their priced product at a steady rate and proudly emanated the heat of the liquid within.

"Unghh! G-gahhh! So good!" She had a high tolerance for pleasure, but would only last for so long when compared to any other male in existence lucky enough to ever end up devoured by another woman in the same way. That thick member throbbed and pulsed relentlessly, ready to blow and blast every ounce of seed down her throat although much in favor of Slarr rather than Rhaine she'd have to wait for that treat just a little longer.

Slarr had not imposed a time limit here. That had not been his intention when he had begun as he pinched her nipples and tugged. With her tentacles assisting in the attack f her breasts he became a bit more daring.

Ania would feel his full hardness pressed against her lower back, a drizzle of precum dashed there against the azure skin, clear and barely noticeable though his actual release would not be so easy to conceal …

One hand worked over a nipple as the other drew back rubbing over her ass, scrapping the flesh with claws. “Don't do it,” he whispered to her, though he knew full well that she was not able to hold back forever, not that he was ever going to let her for it gave him the perfect excuse to “punish” her later though for now outside of that little contact and the rubbing of himself against her as he pressed closer to her.

So far Rhaine had been unaware that the two f them were not alone, there was no signs of Slarr being her as any signs of groans and moans were either covered by the slurping sound as she serviced Ania's member eagerly, the taste of marshmallow spurning her onward.

Any mans she would have heard would be chalked up to what she was doing now as she deep throated her Mistress, letting that rod press beyond the seal of her lips as her head bobbed up and down eagerly, her eyes looking up, watching as she brought her tongue against that tip each time that she swept her features down against her Mistress, a moan reverberating against the captured rod as she felt that tentacle moving horizontally against her flower which eagerly grew damper with each rub in anticipation of what she had expected filling up those eager walls of that wet passage.

His less than stealthy raid upon her riches became all the harder to conceal as ceaseless caresses warped and twisted into rougher teases, without any other option available to them her tentacles fell in line and molded the ripe area of her tender areolae in turn, periodically squeezing the flesh whereby the erect teats were presented to him on a silver platter, already fallen victim to his heavenly ambush as the stimulus and the constant shudders which originated within her loins kept them nice and hard.

Either would certainly make up their mind on the source of her plight, each in their own way aiding in their combined effort that brought Ania closer to the edge, well beyond the limit for never before did she deny herself to such an extent.

Her will was wavering, virtually running on fumes and crumbling steadily with each and every soul devouring thrust which tore moan upon moan from her lush lips, these sweet sounds turning into enticed whimpers the farther Rhaine carried the voluptuous huntress onward.

In every action of his laid the key to her defeat, the raw need that inflamed her depths driven on by his firm manhood and the crystal clear liquid evidence of a special desire of his own, the claws wandering over her substantial rump which conjured the familiar sensation of bowing to his will to the front of her mind. She was torn between two worlds, for one longing for his cock and the unconditional surrender of her body and will to his whims in exchange for one measly orgasm, but on the other hand Rhaine shouldn't be permitted to know of their arrangement, let alone that he was in their presence and enjoyed the show enough that he chose to take part in it.

On the inside every fibre of her being was screaming for release, an undying carnal chant which commanded her to cum and was growing louder by the second, only rivalled by another that was begging Slarr for permission to give in, an unending wave of "Please" pulsing through her mind at the merest thought of relief from that pent up lust that was driving her crazy, but even upon enduring the procedure for several long moments he wouldn't give the order.

She couldn't take it anymore, the lovely sound of the slave at her feet vibrating off the imprisoned shaft, too divine to prevent that moment of weakness and disobedience.

"Ohhhh, to hell with the rhythm!" Suddenly the remaining tentacles lashed out and embraced the student by the neck and the back of her head, Ania finally basking in utter fulfillment as she drew Rhaine upon her girth faster now, urgently as the hermaphrodite face fucked the petite blonde mercilessly and the tendril teasing her moist nether lips plunged into the inviting chalice of her body, spiraling into her wet flower at the same pace.

"Here it comes!" Almost instantly the hot rod began to swell, the liquid treasures of her testes churning in preparation for the grand release as inner muscles squeezed her semen through the single passage it could take. "I'm cumming!"

Her head dipped back into her neck as she roared out in bliss, the mouth of her little plaything flooded by the initial gush as were her tight folds, the appendage driven inside as far as it would go before halting in its motions.

Thick, delicious cream washed down her throat, for better or for worse as Ania contained far more than usual and was practically feeding her the stuff until allowing for the fluid to spill over her taste buds with the second surge that entered her hungry maw when at last she pulled back slightly. Quivering she offered up more cum time and time again, venting the pressure in exchange for irresistable delight.

Every following blast rewarded Rhaine with a playful swat on her cheeks, alternating between the two as Ania dumped her generous contribution of liquid love into the innocent looking student. Four, five, six gushes, as much as she was able to tackle previously on an empty stomach, but it was then her mistress pulled out and showered the pretty face before her in the copious excess of marshmallow seed, dripping from her features like molten wax.

Claws dug into Ania's rump, barely penetrating her there though he wasn't too worried with the wound given the rate she healed at. He was more mindful about drawing too much blood. She would feel the air generated by him shaking his head back and forth, lemon yellow eyes still cast over her shoulder at the blond that was knelt there in worship of her Mistress.

Cum plastered over Wild Berry's face as he whispered to Ania. “Oh dear, you weren't suppose to do that. I guess I'm just going to have to punish you later.”

He might even had done so now if not for the fact that her hair was the wrong color now and that he wasn't planning on pushing his luck too much here.

Her Mistress lost that self control. Rhaine had still been unaware that there was someone else here and had just thought that her Mistress grew impatient with the way that she came at her, the action taking her by mild surprise only because this had been one possible outcome.

She gagged at first only at the sudden increase in that frantic speed but it had only taken her a few seconds to adjust, her eyes widening as a moan swept over that appendage upon feeling that tentacle press inside her fully, her flower folding over it and throbbing as a wave of built up tension suddenly snaps ushering in her own bliss though that tentacle and cock keep going.

There is an explosion of marshmallow within her mouth flowing down her throat though the consistency is not as thick or sticky as true marshmallow was allowing her to swallow it down easier not that she had any real choice in that matter seeing just where that cock was.

She had been reaching those physical limits as her belly was full before her Mistress slides back, cum splattering on the floor, rolling out of her mouth followed by a healthy blast to the face. The tentacle about her neck ensuring that she could not have pulled away even if she had wanted t.

Her ass smacked, one cheek then the other making each a pink coloration then rosy red as the blows continued to fall against her. Moans grew louder now as that cock had been freed of her lips for there was nothing there to muffle the sounds as that tentacle moved through that soaked passage keeping her on that high, a series of orgasms coming one after anther like waves crashing down over her.

Amidst pleased groans and gasps his claws were complemented with a sharp hiss, breaking the skin as the thorough reminder of what she'd done, although the sound might've been credited to finally getting off after what felt like an eternity which had the huntress less worried about Rhaine, not that she was in any condition to worry about these aspects herself as Ania bathed her face in cum.

The barely noticeable gust of air whipped past her raven colored hair, his words thrilling her beyond mere shudders as she wondered what her punishment might entail. Another glance at the most beloved slave at her feet had the curvaceous herm throb in anticipation, cum flooding her belly whereas the excess was spilling from her lips and tentacles worked over her rear and pussy, a different kind of heaven which surely Slarr wouldn't deny her unless he had other plans for his new ally in mind.

She assailed those needy depths, uncaring of how many ecstatic heights Rhaine endured for the appendage dragging over her most sensitive spots hadn't surrendered any measure of effort for the sake of keeping her awake in the long run. Being pure muscle the smooth and fleshy intruder bent and writhed in numerous places all at once while filling her completely, spreading these silken walls in random patterns that wouldn't allow for the young woman to get used to them, all along having another lash out at her ass, often striking the exact same spot with expert precision, moving on before the sensation became painful.

"Ohhh, that hit the spot. Good girl." For several long moments the procedure continued, ultimately slowing in pace and intensity whereupon Ania drew the poor thing face first into her testes, smearing the large orbs with cum and in turn the features of her pet with sweat, forcing her to inhale the bodily scent of her mistress and feel the intense heat emanating from them. "But there's no time for a break, your next duty already requires your attention, Rhaine. Lick my balls clean from that mess you just made, I don't want to see anything but your saliva on them."

The tentacles never halted in their motions as azure eyes looked down upon Rhaine, a sly smile graced her lips mere foreshadowing that she wasn't satisfied, not that the proudly erect phallus let her assume differently. "Get your toys for me when you think you're finished." Of course she would be released from the masses of tentacles upon complying whilst Ania remained on the bed with their invisible audience not even mere inches behind her. "I'll play with you until the end."

“Such a waste of time … all that cleaning and look at the floor already. Well, most of it got on her. Hm, now for your punishment … now or later … or both … decisions, decisions ...” He began considering as ideas struck him for later as he did not wish to press his luck right now though sometimes ideas struck him that seemed good at the time.

They had an arrangement though and so he was far less inclined to jeopardize that. Maybe Birch, some bondage … he had figured that that Demon was bigger into torture but he could barely tolerate him. Bondage or torture r something entirely different. He still considered the matter to himself as he peered down and watched as Wild Berry was fucked silly before him, that hard cock throbbing against Ania's back as he watched and listened.

“But she is diligent. Almost a shame not having her … slamming her face first against the wall … I suppose I'll just have to live vicariously through you ...”

He watched on as those balls were smeared though now he was picking up a whiff of marshmallows. Could Ania change the taste? Not that he was a fan of marshmallows but seeing what he had discovered earlier it was easy to connect the dots and find that Rhaine enjoyed the taste.

Absently he stroked the back of Ania's head as he watched Rhaine at work imagining that tongue against him, occasionally he rubbed up against Ania's back mixing in that precum.

“Toys. Hm … I have an idea but I will let you two play for a little,” he gave a little tug to her hair. “Of course you'll have to change this though later ...”

“UH! Y-YES, MISTRESS!” That tentacle pushed into that quivering cavern that squeezed and convulsed around the intruder, her body forced to ride out the waves of bliss that washed over her again and again.

Crimson eyes cast themselves to those orbs, globes f cum upon them the scent of marshmallows filled her nostrils rather than the usual vanilla. Her hands set upon Ania's knees as she goes to work, that tongue sweeping over one testy one way, then back, nice even brush strokes as her pink tongue gathered up the taste of that marshmallow flavored cum.

Fingers caressed the other orb as she worked, eventually she was sucking cum off her fingers though she used the passing of her tongue to ensure it was clean as her fingers traced over the vacated orb as if checking it thoroughly before she sucked her fingers clean.

Double checking her work, her cheeks red and flushed as the waves of orgasmic bliss never stopped. When she had been released she slowly stood up and stepped back before making her way to the box of toys showing Ania that cherry colored ass from the smacks.

She soon returned setting the box of things beside Ania on the bed kneeling before her mistress, cum on her features save for around her eyes where she had wiped it away though some cum still clung to her eye lashes. She awaited the next commands wondering what Ania was going to use first.

Ania hadn't minded the prospect of punishment in the least, rather looking forward to time well spent in the company of Slarr to the point where his every notion turned her on and caused her impressive manhood to pulse strongly in sheer excitement in the knowledge that they were constantly on the cusp of getting caught. His member smearing his essence against her back, all the while dancing upon pitch black lengths of hair with the invisible digits of his hand, if someone were to lay eyes on the huntress from behind these minor details would reveal the presence of another individual.

His suggestions had the voluptuous herm in shudders, thankfully while Rhaine tended to the generously swollen testes he'd drawn an enticed gasp from her lips as Slarr tugged mildly on a shock of hair, concealing the source of that sweet sound quite well. She had been perfect in that regard, easy to manipulate now that he knew of her weakness and as needy as the most vile, lust driven creature to walk the school grounds, lacking any significant need to rest which allowed her to proceed at will. Another rendezvous with him in the evening would sate some of her thirst though as hungry as Ania proved to be she'd always be back for more.

Naturally she enjoyed the show provided by her dutiful pet, surges of bliss washing throughout her entirety as Rhaine lapped up every ounce of cum and ultimately left the heavy orbs in an almost squeaky clean state. By the time the young blonde finished and walked away her eyes were glued to her abused backside, nothing serious though the alien wouldn't shift from her position, not that she wished to with Slarr right behind her and the order given to bring the desired items to her mistress.

"Open your mouth." Drawing upon a ball gag tentacles swiftly poised the object amidst her lips whereas the leather straps were fashioned around the back of her head, secured firmly in place. Another pair pulled her arms behind her back and tied her wrists together there with another strap of leather, not too tight, but also not loose enough for Rhaine to wiggle free. Others procured a dildo from the box of marvellous toys, narrow at the top whilst growing thicker further down she'd displayed the phallus to the blonde, an appendage stroking over a cum stricken cheek and coating the tool of pleasure with it.

She seized what appeared to be a riding crop and ran the tip along the valley of her breasts whilst pondering what else she might utilise at the beginning, at last settling for a familiar piece that laid in the penis pump which Ania resumed to place somewhat sheepishly over the already engorged length between her thighs.

"Now, turn around and stick your ass out for me." When the young woman complied she held onto the choker with a tentacle, keeping her petite frame aloft now that she lacked control over her arms whereupon the dildo had been thrusted deep into her backdoor, all the way to the root with the added lubricant.

The other end of the pump lingered on the sheets, deliberately placed by her side should Slarr wish to inflate the imprisoned cock in her place since he shouldn't feel neglected.