“Pshyic ability ...” only Wraith had displayed any sort of such to her knowledge anyway. Her body a mere puppet for him to command as he pleased at the time. He had been a projection in her mind too at the time.

Illusions were knew as were shape shifters though she had been familiar with the two through the media of her home world. Lifted upward there was nothing there at all as he demonstrated.

She was at eye level with him and that irrational fear swept through her at being restrained though there was nothing there! She had been use to being over powered but in a physical sense. Only Slimer and Therion displayed arcane powers and in the case of the former he had only broken the curse of the collar and had not displayed any other arts he may have possessed but she deemed them to be great indeed.

Therion on the other hand showed that he could shape shadows, summon shadow demons and even curse objects. But such matters seemed minor in comparison to a force that had been directed at her. Her eyes had been full of fear and uncertainty though it took a moment before she had processed it all.

“I-I still won't r-run ...” she had been deceived by what she saw but she had figured it was all part of the hunting process that varied from creature to creature. Some ambushed, some used traps or other lures. After all the snakes beneath the light house had mimicked a student in duress.

Ikarion believed that the girl, when his prominences had lifted her into the air, would have begun to squirm, irrationally trying to break free from the grip of those invisible attackers. On the contrary, the purple-haired human was now not moving, practically motionless while she was held by his psychic power.

The son of Dateros, in that moment, realized that the girl had developed that behavior because of the attacks she had suffered in the past: it was a system to prevent that useless attempts of resistance could deteriorate even further the situation in which she had come into. In fact, the girl was evidently terrified - her body was trembling and her way of speaking had become more and more insecure -, but she was still trying not to move. That way to act was similar to his father's slaves's one, but it was still more interesting than a completely resigned attitude.

"I don't care." said the Taurian in a detached tone of voice, responding at the implicit request of the girl to not be wounded.

"I just want to have a better look on you. You are the first human I meet, after all..." continued the son of Dateros, moving the helpless body of the purple-haired girl closer to him, positioning it as if the girl was now sitting in a reclining chair, her belly pratically in front of the Taurian.

After a few seconds, in which Ikarion studied carefully the skin and the shape of the body of the young human, he lowered his bull-like head, making his snout almost touch the bare belly of the girl. Then, the Taurian took a deep breath, smelling the scent of the purple-haired girl, finding it sweet and pleasant.

Of course not. So few of them cared after all and that was what had pushed her to her no begging nature early in her second year. It never helped and the only thing that it ever did was provide them with a pleased attitude.

It was taking all her effort not to move though. Being restrained by a physical object was much different then being restrained with nothing there though it was fear that served to keep her still. Before she had come to this island though she had fantasized about being died up though after her first night here she was terrified by bondage associating it with her attack.

There were a good many after Dolom that restrained her and other than her Mistress there were few situations where she would give her consent to it. She had tried to be released, he said no, and she bit back her fear as best as she could pretty certain that she wasn't going to change his mind.

He was so big as he came closer sniffing her as he drew in the minty scents of her shampoos and sweat from the humid day that hit them.

“F-First h-human?” A change of subject to help get her mind off of things. When she was lift upward the bottle of water and bag of cookies she had been carrying dropped. She was so caught off guard that she hadn't realized she was still holding them as she backed up.

“If you still want a cookie … I baked them myself … peanut butter,” and she flicked her gaze as best as she could to the bag.

"Yes. You should be honored of this." said Ikarion, answering the question of the girl, still enjoying her smell.

The next sentence of the young human made the Taurian giggle: she was desperately looking for a way to escape, and that fake attitude of indifference to what was happening to her was just a way to make him lower his guard. It was a futile attempt, but still fun to see.

"I don't want food." said the Taurian, even if he was now a little curious to know what flavor had those 'cookies'.

"I want you." continued the son of Dateros, moving slightly away the girl's body. Then Ikarion moved his arms toward the girl's waist and, a second later, he started touching her, caressing the parts of her body that were not covered by his prominences.

Ikarion felt the warmth and the softness of the human's body, being delighted by them, and then moved his hands to the breasts of the young female, fondling them and gently playing with her nipples.

“You s-sure? T-There quiet good,” she tried to steal her nerves though it was only natural that he was not interested in food right now. She knew they ate, at least she surmised that the ones with physical bodies did. Vex ate her food out of her back pack once and Ania she had even fixed a meal for.

She was versatile, some would say well trained by the situations she had been thrust in. So far she bid her time doing what she had to in order to survive. Her heart was racing as his attention shifted from the food to her. He appeared as she had envisioned the Minotaur from her exposure to the Greek myths only bigger.

He was half man, half bull so she had always pictured a large human. But this was a bit different. He was larger and had powers unlike any she had seen to date. There was that fear at being restrained too though by what she could not say.

Feeling his touch on her she shuddered at the feel. Her mind going blank for a second or at least trying to before she was brought to the current moment again.

She nods at his words. It is slow but she seems to realize the situation not that she could do anything about it. “Just don't hurt me Cel.”

The Taurian just ignored the meaningless efforts of the girl to drive his attention away. Then, when he heard the young human calling him Cel, the son of Dateros snorted slightly: she really still believed in what his illusion had said to her?

After a moment, however, the Taurian realized that the human girl did not know his real name, and that the fake identity of the 'bait' he had used before was the only thing she knew - or that she believed to know - about him.
Probably - Ikarion thought -, as much as any other intelligent being of the galaxy, humans were scared by the unknown, and the girl was not an exception: evidently, she was trying to calm down her fear by convincing herself to know something about her attacker. And almost certainly was that fright to push the young human to try to get away from what was happening to her.

*Maybe if she was a little more relaxed* the Taurian thought. *I could get better reactions from her.*

"Don't worry, I don't want to harm you". said the son of Dateros, trying to wash away at least part of the fear of the purple-haired girl.

"And don't call me Cel." Ikarion continued, without stopping to fondle the udders of the human female. "My name is Ikarion, son of Dateros. I'm here to... study the human beings."

It was not completely the truth, but the Taurian wanted to see the naked girl more 'active', like when she was interacting with the illusion that he had created.

At the same time, Ikarion began to move the prominences that were holding the human female, trying to make them caress the girl, with the aim to increase her pleasure and, by that, calming her down.

Not Cel, of course that had been the only means she had of identifying him but she did relax a bit at the mention of not being hurt. That was a plus. It could be a lie though she didn't think so. Her earlier feel confirmed as she was told that he was interested in studying humans.

That seemed to match up with what she had assessed. Her fear abated a little. That invisible force that kept her air bound moved against her arms and legs. She could feel the slow sensual movements that had goosebumps forming on her arms and legs despite the humidity. The actions created the effects that he was after though as her arouse was being generated slowly as her fear ebbed some.

“Ikarion it is then ...” she had no knowledge about his father but that seemed to be significant. Why else would he mention it? “Son of Dateros,” she added after a moment of consideration. She was still restrained but there was nothing she could do about that. Restraint tended to make her very uneasy …

“Biology. Is that what your studying?” That seemed to be the obvious, she knew the guests here and what they did after all but she took a stab at something else too … “History? Culture?”

It seemed that the efforts of the son of Dateros to make the young human calmer were working: the purple-haired girl was no more begging for pity, explicitly or implicitly, and her tone of voice had become more confident. Moreover, the fact that she was repeating his name, along with the questions she was continuing to ask him, meant that Ikarion was right: the girl was in need of more information, evidently in order to convince herself to be in a situation in which she had a minimum of control.

When the purple-haired girl uttered his name again, the son of Dateros noticed the time span between his own name and his father's one, as if the young human was not accustomed to pronounce that kind of formula. Thinking about it, when the girl had introduced herself to the fake yellow-haired girl, she had said just her name, and not the one of her ancestors. Probably in the human culture there wasn't that custom...

"Yes. Taurians have the habit to say their fathers's name too when they present themselves." said Ikarion, responding to the silent question of the girl, giving her, in that way, more information about her attacker.

"And... biology principally, yes." continued the Taurian, answering the girl's question, trying to make the purple-haired human more and more relaxed.

"My kind studies the reactions of other species to sexual stimolation, to begin with." said the son of Dateros, in order to explain to the girl - or better, pretending to explain - why he was touching and caressing her body so much.

It was not completely a lie, anyway - thought Ikarion: if he was really a scientist, he probably would study the mating rituals of new species. In fact, every life form had two basical insicts: the impulses to eat and mate.

"Maybe, after I finish my... work... you could offer me one of those... cookies you were talking about." added the Taurian, with the aim to make the girl even more relaxed: pretending to have accepted the food offer of the young human, given how much she had insisted on it before, probably would made her feel more at ease.

The intentions of Ikarion however, despite what he was saying to the purple-haired girl, were just to see the reactions of the young human while he was having his fun with her, but it seemed that that particular girl was a difficult subject to have fun with.
Nevertheless, that situation was nothing more than a challenge for the son of Dateros: if he would be able to convince the girl to mate with him - or even to make her orgasm in the meantime - without having to force her, it would be a success from the point of view of the Taurian.

And, in order to achieve that goal, he had to make her more and more aroused.

Immediatly after having had those thoughts, Ikarion created two more invisible prominences, smaller than the ones which were holding and caressing the girl, and gave them the shape of a suction cup, then moved them in the direction of the girl's breasts.

"For example... do you like this?" said Ikarion, leaning his prominences on the nipples of young human, then starting to suck them gently.

“My parents are not worth mentioning,” he may find that disrespectful of her folks but it was true. They were neglectful of her even when she began cutting herself as a means of gathering their attention she barely was noticed and barely noticed when she was seeing things and eventually committed.

But it was rare that she brought them up. Sometimes she used her surname though that all depended on the situation she had found herself in. She liked her surname though. Even her given name even if she disassociated from her parents.

She further relaxed. He was talking and not getting straight to matters which was a plus in her book. Suffice it to say she assumed that he was here primarily for the sport or rather studying her and her peers in more or less and intimate fashion.

Still talking first seemed to relax her as those promiences still worked up and down her captured limbs. His reasons for his studies as he explained them had not surprised her and she nodded slowly as that phantom touch continued to stir her loins.

Daphnee was trained for this by exposure. She had been taken painful by ambush, helplessly restrained and boiled alive and whipped. She never liked the pain but she knew of a few sadists unfortunately so when an attacker came about that wished to speak or had been gentler with her caused her to relax a bit more.

She had learned to offer up no resistance, even when being hurt she could try slipping away into the meditative trance the Slimer taught. A lack of response in such cases may cause a monster to be disinterested quicker.

“Yes, of course,” Daphnee answered as she glanced to the side. Due to serving as a Prefect and having Vera as a Mistress she had learned to improve on her domestic skills. Baking. Cooking. Her time on the island was doing what she did not wish and that was to be molded as the perfect slave. She still had hopes and aspirations of escape though.

She gasped out as she felt the suction on her nipples. Ania had reshaped some of her tentacles to suction and that felt good as did this. Yet there was nothing there! Just like that invisible touch that swept down her arms and legs then back up adding to her arousal.

She could see her nipples being tugged and moved. “Ahhh! Ohhh!” She gasped. It was obvious that she enjoyed it and from the start she had never denied the obvious. “Y-Yes, I d-do.”

Ikarion felt a rush of pride and satisfaction running thorugh him as he heard the girl begin to moan in pleasure: now the Taurian was sure that his falsely gentle attitude was having effect on the young human, and that meant he was slowly getting closer to his objective.

When the purple-haired girl hinted about her parents, the son of Dateros realized that the young human had some family issues, even if a Taurian could not be interested in similar pointless matters, of course.
Nonetheless, Ikarion said "Uh... I understand." in a softer tone of voice, as if he truly cared about the girl's mood. Another way to make the human less scared.

Seconds after, hearing the girl answer to his fake proposal, the son of Dateros felt another bit of hilarity: she was actually believing to his false kindness, and this made him proud of his acting skills.

"Good." said the Taurian, in response to the confirmation of the purple-haired girl about what she was feeling right now - even if her gasps had already spoken for her.

Shortly thereafter, while continuing the movements of his prominences on her limbs and nipples, Ikarion moved the girl's body in a slightly higher position, making her lie down as if she was lying on her back, her legs now more open than before, the sex of the girl exactly in front of the Taurian's eyes. The hands of the son of Dateros were now firm on the young human's hips.

After having a look to the most private part of the young girl, Ikarion created two other prominences, both smaller than a human's finger, and positioned them on the petals of the purple-haired girl's flower, then gently disclosed them.

"Now... tell me what you feel from this." said Ikarion, then he opened his mouth, pulling out his long, rough, bull-like tongue.

Immediatly after, the Taurian began to lick the inner folds of the human girl, tasting her skin and her intimacy, finding them sweet and delicious.

She had yet for someone to toss lies at her face so boldly. Either those she dealt with had been so callous as to not sugar coat a thing by telling her what she needed to hear or had been motivated in some way to manipulate her moods in which case she had never learned of this.

So she had no reason not to trust what he was saying even if he had earlier stated he didn't care. It did not matter to her that he was showing a little concern now. It sure beat some of the matters of her past where she was ravished and discarded with no concern whatsoever.

Her mind had even been getting dreadfully close to darker thoughts when she had been set upon by Vex. Even now that matter was a mixed blessing. He ravished her at first then his demeanor changed. He had taught her a thing or two, even healed the scars on her arms. Both terrifying and pleasant at times. She was still unsure how to view that ordeal.

She heard his approval of her answer though felt herself lifted a little higher. This suspended weightlessness only comparable when Marlin had snatched her and taken her airborne as he held her in that slimy nature.

Laid back, the promiences continued to trace over her limbs and nipples as her arousal had been evident to his eyes as her own sees the sky above and a few marshmallowy clouds overhead. Hands return to her hips.

Her heated sex is unfolded before his eyes for his viewing vision though she does not know if he means for her to explain this invisible force and had opened her mouth with the intention of answering.

“OHHH!” A gasp spilled out instead as that tongue swept over her. She had not been fully prepared for him to move so quickly though. She expected something though he had caught her between answering.

Her hands squeezed into firsts as she felt that tongue against her. “OH! AH! It, it feels good … AH!” She was caught up trying to explain and trying to catch a breath at the same time.

The son of Dateros found himself more and more excited by the purple-haired girl's moans. He wanted to hear more of them. Much more.

Ikarion changed the shape of the prominences on the human's nipples, enlarging them until they covered almost completely the girl's breasts, then resumed to suck them, squeezing them slightly at the same time.

The Taurian, moreover, increased the pace and the pressure of the movements of his tongue on the sex of the young girl, savoring her increasing juices, then he pushed the tip of his fleshy appendix slightly inside her, trying to cause her even more pleasant sensations.

That was new. The sensations on her nipples expanded until she could feel that invisible force against her breasts as if a large mouth had encompassed both and sucked. One breast, yes, that was somewhat normally but both at once?

“AHHHHHH!” Her head tipped back, purple locks dangling towards the earth as her green eyes pressed closed. The tip of his tongue pressed inside her flower which he would find incredibly wet at this stage.

Her hips squirmed from side to side in his grasp though it was not to escape but rather as an effort or perhaps encouragement to take more of that tongue inside her.

“Hot! It feels, OHH, h-hot!” She managed trying the explain that feeling that was tingling through her abdomen and spreading out elsewhere.

*Oh, yeah! This is what I came here for!* thought the young Taurian, feeling the human girl squirming in pleasure under his touches.

Her moans and shrieks, her wetness, her apparently random movements: everything that the human girl was doing - consciously or unconsciously - was exciting the son of Dateros. It was so different from the behaviour of a slave. Even the alien girls he had had on his homeworld had moved and moaned while he was taking them, of couse, but not in that way: the behavior of his father's slaves was just a pretense, a way to keep the young Taurian calm and not to have problems of any kind. They simply had given him what he wanted.

But the purple-haired girl was different. She was not acting, she was not pretending to feel something different from her true mood. Her reactions were caused by her instincts, by the pleasure she was feeling, by the excitement that he had been able to provoke in her.

The human girl... Daphnee was not just a mere broken doll. She was alive. She was real.

And, from what she was saying, it seemed she was no more affected by the heat, either.

The excitement of the son of Dateros had changed from a simple visual pleasure to a most intimate one, and it didn't take long before the Taurian feel his shaft begin to push against his loincloth.

Ikarion was ready for what would come next, and he hoped that the purple-haired girl was prepared too.

In order to be certain of it, the Taurian decided to give to the young human one last increase of stimulations: he shaped the suction bells of his prominences so that they had a small offshoot inside them, with which he began to graze the girl's nipples; at the same time, he moved his tongue to the upper part of the purple-haired girl's intimacy, searching for the small knot that was hiding there and, as soon as he found it, he licked the most sensitive part of the girl's body with a long, delicate lap.

Still, it was not intention of the son of Dateros to cause an orgasm to the young human: on the contrary, he wanted her to stay as much aroused as possible, with the aim to make the girl mate with him willingly. If he could do that, it would have been a complete success for the Taurian.

Still maintained in that position Daphnee had nearly went down the broken doll route until something Vex had told her drew her back. Early on she had figured out the possible fate of students that loomed after graduation. Slavery. She of course did not want that but with no means of escape just yet she found that it was best to bid her time for an attempt at least.

She didn't want to spend life as a sex slave. She had envisioned so much more out of life then that and resigned herself to escape or dying in the attempt. Life forever in the thrall of another did not suit her after all.

Daphnee had felt the rising heat of pleasure that had been set upon her. “OHHH! AHHH!” She writhed and moaned as he continued. Her body growing nice and wet in the process as he lapped up those juices.

She had been trained for endurance over the long haul though had no training in controlling her own releases which often came quickly but numerously. Whether spending a full night with Vera's toys pleasing her, Therion's massive gang bang that lasted all night with him drawing upon those shadow demons, the two night marathon session with Vex and of course the list went on and on.

She could feel the first of her releases growing as it swept over her. It loomed there just out of reach as her toes curled. Shivering she was brought close to that apex of release.

“I'm, I'm, cumming!” But he had pulled back as if jerking hard on the reigns of a horse as it was about to drink.

Her breasts and nipples continued to ripple and she felt this invisible touch sweeping all over her but had been denied there at the end. Her eyes shot open though as she bit back a groan of frustration. Was he? No, he wasn't was he? Was he planning on torturing her this way.

She grit her teeth closed as her eye lids fell closed and she panted while she hovered there. Her eyes squeezed tightly together to make her sight go as dark as possible, to make it easier to use one of the meditative techniques she was taught in the event that torture did come.