Having narcolepsy was always an adventure. She had dressed in casual clothes. Her red beret atop her head, khaki shorts and green shirt. She wore a sturdy pair of hiking boots and set out into the forest with her scrap book. Often a chance of scenery inspired her in ways that she would not consider and the dorm was feeling a bit cramped today.

She was afraid of the creatures on the island but knew that the ones outdoors were just as bad as the ones that could strike indoors so her location did not matter. She figured that the only difference might have been the ratio of attacks in certain areas but she had not figured this out. She had been attacked on the campus just as often as on it she guessed and left it at that.

This time she sketched out a crude map as she made her way along the trails to avoid taken a wrong turn. Bria didn't go far though. She came across a lake and sat with her back to a rock and wrote. It was a jumble of ideas as she was just brainstorming this topic and that.

Before she finished though she had fallen asleep, enduring another attack. Nothing too bad, she woke and as usual she could not move enduring a few minutes of something slithering towards her, she felt it coil about her leg then it was gone, her sleep paralysis was bad and getting worse while she was here where she was actually feeling things now even though it was all in her head. Her heart beat, she did not know what was real or not and thankfully it wasn't.

But she wasn't out of Dodge yet. Those clouds looked dark and she could hear the rumble of thunder.

“Shit!” She got up feeling the first few rain drops. It was going to pour soon, she knew she was too distant to scramble back to the campus but had to dash about, searching … she wasn't on one of the paths heading back would take too long. She did not stray too far though not wishing to get lost again. What she wanted to do was get to those trees that were clumped together. Their entwining branches would shield her better like an umbrella but as she neared she noticed the little hill and the cave, even better she could wait there just inside the entrance until the storm passed.

It was winter, but what does that mean on a tropical island: It meant the rain came more frequently, that storms were more intense and thatthe temperatures were lower. Not low enough for snow or other such oddities, but uncomfortable in a way that one only felt after several days, when one had to stay in bed because of the cold acquired by running around in the wild in soaking wet clothes. Unappetizing… that was certainly one adjective one could have given to this weather.

To the creature that was lurking in the vicinity of the cave there was no such thing as bad weather. Born to hunt, bred to survive by a crossbreeding process that had gone on since forever and included races from planets that were covered in eternal ice, but also those whose temperatures approached boiling water, the thing in the shadows remarked it in some mental log.

To Thorak it meant nothing, not even a minor encumbrance. Yet to that little beauty he was watching… it meant something… it meant the need for shelter, for a warm place… a “roof over once head”. for the monster in the shadows it signalized a change of tactic… no sudden crushing through the underbrush, no sudden grabbing… yet an exercise in patience, even though it was hard, given the sight of her slightly wet clothes as they clung to her form. In order to approach unnoticed he needed to wait till she ventured further in.

Which she didn't...

Thorak noticed that she carefully chose to remain at the entrance… not venturing further in, something that, on an island like this, would be a wise decision. It provided options. This kind of wisdom was not taught in classes, it came with experience… and for girls like her it almost certainly meant experience in being hunted.

Yet… the cave had its own highlights, Thorak knew them as he kne this region of the island like the back of his… claws. Bria could now notice these benefits too… dry wood, well enough to start a fire and light a makeshift torch, if one knew how to do that, was stockpiled there, and an odd warmth was coming from further inside, inviting now that the weather outside was getting worse and worse. Also it was somewhat moist, like a warm fog… A hot spring most likely, probably one were one could take a bath too…

Given the firewood that was stapled there, it was clear that Bria was not the first discoverer. The island was full of those places… strange… beautiful… enticing… their very existence was one of the reasons the tramps had been founded, yet experience would tell that their discovery sometimes came with a terrible price to pay.

But the wood meant that it had been discovered already and that people came here occasionally…

A few meters away in the shadows the creature waited out in the "cold", impatiently, yet stuck in position until Bria made her move, and as it waited it thought to itself:

"Come on... go in... it's warm. Its a lot more comfortable than the storm... You will even find some lanterns at the pond... they left them there..."

Bria pulled her shirt away from her skin and rang it out a few times though it was a wasted effort. Things didn't take too long to dry once the storm passed. It rained often but never for extraordinarily long periods on most days any way. But sometimes it just went on and on.

She shook her head and sighed spotting the dried wood and getting the feeling that others had discovered this place. It would not have surprised her if a pair of girls found the cave and made it their own love nest. Sadly she had not known how to rub to sticks together … she knew some of the basics including enough detail in one of her short stories but failed each time she had tried it herself.

Not even joining the Tramps taught her such secrets but being a narcoleptic she was often the unreliable one. Not that she couldn't be counted on but there were times were she missed a moment and dozed off, things were shifted and what not.

But the weather was getting worse. It was colder by the mouth of the cave but warmer inside. A hot spring maybe. She had not felt the presence of company either though she cast her eyes carefully around. Next time she would have to tell Astrid and the other Tramps about this place or better yet just Ginger. Provided that it all checked out of course.

Her aim wasn't to check it out initially but standing around in wet clothes with that chill had her take her chances once the cold got to uncomfortable levels. She did not see anything amiss and wandered in soon finding a pool.

“Score,” she said as she knelt there at the edge after sticking her hand in. A hot spring. Further there was a lantern or what looked like one. It had a switch on the side and was more akin to a flashlight running on battery power then any fuel so she did not have to search for a lighter.

She clicked it on taking a quick look around without moving from the spot. Twisting one way then the other before setting the lantern down. Not knowing she had an audience she took off the beret and set it next to the lantern, removed the wet green shirt revealing her soaked bra with her nipples standing on end. A short moment later she was unhooking the bra revealing her petite orbs. It seemed like she was going to bath while waiting for her things to dry.

Rain ran in little rivulets over the bony carapace, when finally the light from the cavern signalized that she had found the lantern. Here, outside,it had turned dim… dark already as only few rays of light were capable to penetrate the thick layer of clouds that released their wet load on the countryside.

Thorak moved, primal instinct demanding from the creature to get a better look. She wouldn’t see him, the monster would be sure , now that the lighting conditions were reversed, and so he dared to approach a little further. What he saw was her shadowy shilouette against the backlight of a lonely lantern, as she got rid of her clothes, first her hat, then her uniform and finally even her bra, for each movement she made could be derived from her shilouette... and it had an effect…

It was a situation as if cut from a wet fantasy, a beautiful woman, a hot spring in a damp cave, taking a bath while outside the forces of nature were clashing… a fantasy and an analogy equally, the only thing missing was the male so that the weather outside could rise in passion in unison to the act that was happening inside the cave…

Thorak felt it. The unrest… the anticipation... the urge that was to be savoured, yet also insufferable… deep within the terrifying form, the alien libido awoke. It was unencumbered by human rules and habits, one of the few things left of the personalities of those men, whose brain Thorak had devoured to gain knowledge, while his body used their genes to become compatible with their females. Thorak had kept the lust and scorched the rules…
It was a strange mixture of human born lust and alien procreation instinct that stirred within Thorak, insisted to wait… savour this moment and let her slip into the bath first, while also raging at the same time about scenario after scenario in which he imagined how he would take her…

Slowly the creature closed in, then suddenly scurrying from shadow to shadow to cover his approach before halting again. Far enough… he didn’t want to risk being noticed yet, as the first lightnings began to illuminate the sky and the caves exterior… better to wait till the inevitable relaxation of a hot bath would set in and bemuse her senses.

“Take off your pantie, girl… climb into the water” he would muse to himself in his thoughts, trying to remain calm, repeating it like a mantra. Yet inside him a thunderstorm was raging, and one that was far worse than the one which unleashed his rage on the treetops…

But it would soon be unleashed too… soon…

The winds had been picking up outside She could hear them wiping through the branches, heard the soft creak of the palm trees as they bent but she knew they would not break. They had been use to the weather though had she remained at the mouth of the cave the winds would have been downright chilling. Rain drove down harder where just a short while ago there had not been a cloud in the sky, at least not until after she had fallen asleep.

She turned, though his presence had been masked it was at the sudden increase in the sound but she shrugged it off anxious to get off her wet clothes. Her boots had been next then her socks which she laid out side by side stretched out so they would dry better.

When that finished the shorts were next then she stood shimming off the panties. Each laid out side by side before her nude body stepped into that spring. She had heard thunder earlier, bathing during a thunder storm wasn't the brightest idea but the thunder was distant indicating that the storm was already going out to sea or they were just enduring the edge of it as it passed.

But she did not give it much further thought given the other dangers on the island this was mild by comparison so she took her chances. The pool sloped at a slight angle and she went in a bit deeper than her ankles half way between them and her knees before sitting. It was a bit of a precaution though her sleeping spells had never struck when she had been bathing she didn't take that chance. If one hit now at least the water wasn't so deep to cover her head if she fell to either side of back and going face first just wasn't possible unless someone pushed her from behind causing her to bend over and holding her there to drown.

At least all this had been a mental cheek list she ran threw without really thinking about it. Cupping her hands she began splashing water over her face and allowing it to drip down her chest. This was a nice place she thought, definitely worth sharing she thought, and imagine of Ginger appearing before her mind's eye.

She sat still for a moment thinking about the busty teen, not even realizing her own hand had dipped beneath the water, not until she felt a finger nudge then circle her clit. Her eyes closed, her head tilted back.

“OHH … Ginger ...” she gasped suddenly as that finger ran small circles around that rapidly growing clit as her arousal became evident quite quickly. It did not seem to take long for her cautious nature to conclude there was nothing here despite not going in further or just loosing herself in her own thoughts. She was trying to keep quite in the event that something had been here though if that was the case it would have struck by now she thought.

The first thing Bria would see of Thorak would be a Rohrschach picture, a shadow cast against the back wall of the cave by a sudden lightning flash outside, while he had erected himself at the caves entrance. Just a shadow, yet already nightmarish, sprung from the deepest crevices of primal fear. Something only an insane psychologist would show their patients to see them fall back into their phobias. Only for a moment… a blink of an eye… nothing that could really be there, yet it had been? hadn’t it?

The lightning had been far away, 21… 22… 23…24… enough time for an impression to sink in, to lead to conclusions and to turn a head in the instinctive hope to be wrong. Then thunder….

“Oddly fitting, yet unintended”

The voice in her head was cold and detached, even if it was her own. It sounded as if someone had cut words from sentences once thought or spoken and then rearranged them to fit the message, thus messing up the pronounciation and rendering it unfit to convey an emotional message. An utterly alien way of communication. And itwas accompanied by a feeling that ran down the spine like a cold shower.

The creature had stood there for quiet some time already, enjoying the sight and her scent and those little signs that betrayed what she was doing, even more so to an apex predator, who was bred to react on those signs. Yet he couldn’t decide yet to act because he savoured the situation too much. This decision had now been taken of him, and he was almost glad about it. He was ready. His cock had slipped out from under bony protection plates, an abomination in itself with a dark red glans of a coloring that reminded at rotten flesh, surrounded by jointed little twitching limbs. The rod was rigded and bumpy and with tentacles at the bumpy base, that were twitching and twisting in nausea creating rhythm. It stood erect already. Two large sacks, veined and of the same color as the glans, hung behind it, plump and of obvious identity, still covered in slimy strands originating from the unfolding process that took them from the monsters insides.

And this was just the beginning of the terror, the creature had four arms of which two were jointed and ended in sharp and threatening scythelike protrusions, while the others were muscular, covered in blackish scales and concluding in four almost human like claws, five fingered and with sharp nails that were glistening, the palms easily big enough to enclose a human head. From its back several tentacles grew and wound like the snakes on a medusas head, four of them dominating, two growing on each side and giving the creature at least some symmetry. They were elephantine and ridged like the palms that were shaking outside in the thunderstorm, and gave the creatures torso, together with the four arms, an almost spiderlike quality, yet the impression drowned beneath all the others monsters that blended in this abomination.

“I would have given you some more time…”

Once, when Thorak was still at the leash of his dark masters, a mere tool of terror rather than the master of his own agenda, he would have abused this situation for a smug and derogatory quip, some “I see you made yourself ready” which would only intensify the degradation that the ordeal would bring. But this was past… and it was futile. His agenda matched this place… and the needs it awoke.

“… but you know why I am here. And your body knows too, be it because of this place, be it because of my pheromones that drench it since I prowl it…”

The creature stepped another step closer… closer to the lamp… revealing even the few parts which had been blessedly hidden by shadow yet.

“…We will mate”

Around and around her finger went brushing over her engorged clit then it stopped reversing direction. When it stopped once more she let her finger flick up and down it as if turning on and off a light switch. The pleasure was a far cry from Ginger actually doing this herself, she had the actual thing to compare it too but her imagination was pretty good. She was a writer after all and it was easier for her to envision things like that finger being a wet tongue forcing her to arch her back, small breasts jutted out and one hand helped her keep her balance as it pressed to the ground beneath the water.

She was breathing heavily, just the image alone setting her off on the path towards a quick orgasm. She felt the heat flowing through her, breathing became rapid but shallow. But she felt something, a sudden unease perhaps, something akin to being watched and she suddenly stopped as her eyes opened.

Was that a shadow? Had the brief light played tricks with her? She turned her head, scanned an shifted in the direction that the shadow had been coming from though she did not stand shimming on her ass while still sitting. Nothing though … and she could still move and thus she realized that she had not had a micro sleep. Sometimes she saw things when first waking up in that transition from sleep to consciousness.

Then she heard it. Her own voice within her head. Had the word choice been different, if she had told herself she was seeing things there was no real way she could have believed that as her thoughts seemed choppy like a bad editing job. She had encountered Wraith and knew that at least one of these things had mental abilities confirming this as she saw It …

Scaly like a reptile, the tentacles erupting from his back, oh she could see it was a he. Four arms she had seen before with Kakumaoh but he had two that looked menacing and were clearly weapons though those hands were threatening enough as well.

Fight or flight, people forgot that there was a third option. She froze as if she had been having one of her attacks. Hell no ... at least she wanted to say that. She was certainly not a fighter and clearly he had been designed for it or at least no stranger to it. She was afraid, though he had mentioned pheromones she had not smelled anything other then the rain, was it more subtle?

She remembered those tentacle things and how much that they hurt her and Nichol. They could not see the actual body just those tentacles but he looked more threatening with both tentacles and weapons. She did not wish to be hurt again but her instincts kicked in as he came forth the step breaking that paralysis. She tried to run flipping over on her hands and knees crawling at first to get away from him before pushing herself up to her feet though it was doubtful she got much further than that.

Bria wasn't too athletic due to her condition. But there was no pleading with him either, he made it clear what was going to happen and he looked far more threatening than mere tentacles and she could recount the devastation they brought but she was compelled to try something.

She really didn’t get farther than that, just as she pushed herself up again the alien creature made another step forward and grabbed her at her waist with his four fingered claw, thus exploiting this temporal misfortune. A large leathery and slightly callused palm closed about her waist and lifted her up, the hand big enough such that the fingers only ended just under her bosom, while the thumb layed over the small of her back. The strength in his claw was palpable, like a vise that was not fully cocked, leaving the possibility of more effort which could be expended, yet wasn’t, as it would also cross the small gap that divided threat from pain. It was warm… hot even, testament to a raging alien metabolism, though not as hot as the water had been. Warmer than the human body temperature though, which would be surprising given how much of this creature seemed to belong to the realm of lizards and insects…

“Don’t plead... Struggling will hurt you more than me, and both is equally futile. Your morale doesn’t apply to me”

While he would lift her up and turn her so she would face him, she would catch his scent as he would catch hers. It was intense and even sensible at this distance in which her arms and legs couldn’t yet reach him, while in return she would be able to see all the more of his terrible form. But it, the scent, was not entirely uncongenial… just alien and also… intimate? Strange, slightly sharp, slightly sour and somewhat spicy, reminding partially for human sweat with musk entwined, almost primal in a scent, yet with alien… strangely sweet undertones.
Her scent on his side was intoxicating… The three little nostrils in the noseless aliens face would expand and shrink and expand as he inhaled it with a slightly hissing sound, and even the twitching of countless tentacles seemed to slow down while he did so. Yet it seemed to instigate the thing which hung between his legs, and which reminded at a horrible farce of a genital, to throb. Inside the alien the determination reach a peak, he had to have her… here… against the wall… from behind and then again in the warm pool…

“I hunt your men and drink their brains, so my body can use their genes to become compatible, while I can use their primal needs to become horny… I literally screw up your petty little foodchain…“

One of those tentacles that grew from the back, probably the left upper one yet how to be sure in this inferno of alien impressions, bent forward and clasped about the girls chest, wound about it such that the tip would come to a rest at the bud that crowned her right tit. It startied to move in circular motion, before switching to flicking and then back tor circles… and Bria would notice that it hadn’t been rain that had made it glisten but had a translucent mucus on it. Also at least the forepart wasn’t really as hard as the first impression might have suggested, it was just as leathery and hot as the claw that would hold her and rise her higher up and slightly closer.

“...Apex predator, bred to hunt and crossbreed… sum of the directed crossbreeding of millions of species all over the universe in a fight in which only the best parts are allowed to prevail. The idea of alpha male brought to its natural conclusion…”

The creature opened his terrible mouth, or, more precisely, made the tentacles that surrounded it twitch outwards such that one of those slimy appendages would slip over her face, once, twice while she could have a glimpse down the abyss that was the aliens maw. Countless rows of teeth, sharp and like the ones of a great white shark in something something that was the maw of just that shark crossed with that of a lamprey. In the back around the black hole that was the gorge, tentacles and little jointed limbs twitched in wavelike motions as if they were expecting something… food to be pushed down so the creature have another bite faster…

“...apex male… If the doe could beget with such a wolf and thus ensure her offsprings quality…”*

The creature would bring her again a little closer now, even ready to endure her thumping fists and feet against his carapace, close enough even for her to sense that alien breath, hot and wet and smelling for a diet of meats, not really foul but again strange and familiar equally.

Another tentacle would slide over her face, upwards, sideways, finally tucking the strand of her hair behind her ear. Almost gentle wasn’t it for the tight grip in which he held her and the other mouth tentacles which would swarm about her shoulders, her chin and her neck.

“… wouldn’t she do it?”

*Sidenote: No begetting is going to happen on the board. Rules apply

“NOOO!!!” She was grabbed and hadn't got far. Not much of a fighter she did respond out of instinct sending an elbow back toward his face but he was much larger than she. The elbow went back at an upward angle but she could have not reached his face even if the length of his own arms kept her out of reach.

Yet she tried … she had seen slimes before, vaguely humanoid demons one more or less human and the other a wolf-like creature. A sea of tentacles and a shape changing werewolf, she had seen a ghost too but nothing so alien and so threatening.

She felt her heart pounding as he easily lifted her from the water, worse yet she was turned to face him. Even with her sleep paralysis she had never seen anything quite like him but yet he had not crushed her as he could have done so easily. His hold had been firm but a far cry from those tentacle things had she felt would crush her and Nichol.

Her eyes went wide attempting to process all she saw and delete it at the same time. This close those she could smell him, that alien scent that befuddled her senses and had to be the pheromones he spoke of earlier. Then his words, her words so disjointed in her mind.

Struggling was all but futile just by glancing at him. Even if she had all the martial art training in the world that would do her no good, having a bazooka probably wouldn't matter either! She froze in his grasp fighting the scent as best as she could manage though experiencing that tentacle upon her breast.

“Uh ...” it surprisingly felt good … no … she protested, it had to be the scent, that was it.

She tried to make sense out of what he was saying though. She tried to understand but all this was making no sense to her very eyes. If she got it right did that mean …

No … certainly not! It clicked, yet she would have been powerless to stop the inevitable. Biology classes taught her that species did not breed with different species though there were exceptions the crossbreeds were all sterile if she remembered right like mules. Thus she had never really worried about such things before though he may have been able to do so, generations of evolution to take on the necessary means, he was obviously alien and she did not know how the rules applied.

To be impregnated by that! She froze at that question though. Maybe the girls that disappeared were actually – she shook that thought from her mind though. No pleading … this was going to happen …

“The doe would do what was necessary to survive,” she said weakly, afraid as she looked down at that throbbing member. Quite large, perhaps even larger then that demon but definitely with more girth. There was just no way, she swallowed trying to fight back her fear and yet dreading what was to come next. Wishing she could find a way out of this situation but knowing that one wasn't possible. No chance of another student finding them with the raging storm not that another would be much help and the deal she had with Kakumaoh was simply collecting her if he chanced upon her unconscious body somewhere so that others would not get to her though at a price … the devil you knew right?

“J-Just don't kill me,” that mouth was a terrible intimidation tool yet all the while her heart thrummed with a bit of excitement too, definitely the work of those chemicals she told herself.

“One eats to survive… one hunts… to survive. But one fucks to satisfy basic urges. There is no secret about it… no hidden survival instinct but the primal need to mate…”

Another tentacle came up from the back, from the other side of Bria and layered itself in circles about her other breast, squeezing it and drenching it in this alien mucus, slimy and oily and warm, as if someone was soaking it in suntan lotion that has stood in the sun for a time and massaging it in for good measure. Bria would hear the breathing sounds of the creature, now that his alien face was so close. They were low, yet skipped from time to time, making it come in intervals and betraying the lust that this monster had, that it was still partially subduing it, suppressing the rage to just take her, holding it back by some… what.. desire to enjoy the act?

“…the wolf follows it and claims his prerogative. The doe does too, yet has no say in the matter.”

The creature exhaled… obviously, though figuratively spoken, releasing steam, even though the heat of the breath would still remind of sweat inducing sessions in a sauna. His tongue, long and fleshy, almost feeling like one of those slimy tentacles that were slobbering over several parts of her face, neck and shoulders, would run over her tender lips in a perverse mimicry of a kiss, giving her some sensual impression of its slightly softer texture as it made contact, and made her taste his saliva, which he then continued to smear over her face as the tongue moved further over her cheek almost nerve rackingly slowly.

Then a step… and another one and another one, carrying her further into the pool, which proved deep enough such that even the creatures muscular “thighs” where almost covered, leaving only the monstrous sexual organ pointing out of the steaming water. The other two tentacles that grew from the aliens back plunged between two sets of arms respectively, into the water, and soon Bria would feel their touch as they wound about her lower thighs, knees and upper thighs until at last both of its tips found engagement in the rhythmical fondling of her already blossomed out sex.

Another claw grabbed her at her waist and allowed the first claw to change grip, such that soon the long fingers of both claws folded over the small of her back as the smaller ones squeezed her buns from behind. The callused thumbs lay along her costal arch, holding her tight, with the balls of the aliens thumbs on top of each other over Brias solarplexus. It was at characteristic grip… it was an “I am gonna fuck you now “ grip, one that held the women in place at her hip, while the man could drive his cock into her. It was also a grip would allow push her down if need be… just with claws that were so much bigger than a human hand.


“It’s rape, yes… but also a natural progression. The strong sinks his cock into her wet folds after he slew her mate to mark her as his. And I slew many to do this…

And then he would lower her and make another step. Her legs would become parted by the tentacles that held them, yet this wouldn’t incentivize the tentacles tips to stop their work, neither in her nether regions which would simultaneously flick over her clit like the tongues of two crazy lovers, nor the ones that would squeeze her breasts. It would just spread her legs.
And as she would almost sink into the water again, feeling the hot wet water rising up her thighs, the creature stepped between her spread legs. The thick bulbous cockhead found the place between her labias, feeling warm and leathery and somewhat slippery with alien precum, and what had up to now been almost gently yet vigorously treated by the tip of tentacles would then be massaged by little twitching jointed limbs that were ordered all around the glans.

“...besides this...there is no hidden meaning… just the sex”

And then he would push.

“Uh huh!” She panted feeling that second tentacle join in to lathe her breast, squeezing the flesh and slicking it with that mucus. She regretted not being stronger, not being able to fight back and yet there was no denying how good it felt.

Words escaped her for the moment though she had been a Mistress of words. That scent befuddling, he took advantage of the arousal that had been already there to the point that she was unaware of what was from her own fantasies and what was from the pheromones.

Other tentacles swam over her creamy thighs slithering up them higher and higher as he went on with explaining about the doe and the wolf …

She dreaded the thought, she had done it once before and had hated doing it but she had struck a deal once with Marlin … all she could think of was that iconic scene from Alien where the thing bursts out of someone's chest. The movie was made well before she was born but the scene had been parodied so often and she as a novelist did a ton of research into elements that scared and caused chills so that popped up a few times during her search.

He was so warm and surprisingly gently. Her mouth opened as that tongue swept her face thinking that he had an interest or if she seemed more compliant she could make it through this but for the moment he seemed interested in other matters.

Softly panting, it even grasped her rear in those hands angling her for their joining as her legs were spread apart. If he could read humans her eyes shone with fear but she did not fight him further. Her mind racing though he was slow enough about it that she could think … a doe was not a conscious life form or had yet to be proven to be one.

But the doe would prefer something else being killed in it's place.

“W-WAIT!!! OHHH!!! GAWD!!!” It was entering her. Outside of Shokushu she had only one experience to draw upon. Yet she was tight, so damn tight that the school had to have done something about it after that tentacle attack.

Yet that bare minimum within her stretched out folds felt incredible. “I-I WANNA, OH GAWD … I WANNA M-MAKE A DEAL!!!” Would he listen? Did she have his attention or did he even care, clearly it wasn't to be freed, he had already started and he made it clear that pleading wasn't going to work but all she could think off was that alien in the movie popping out of that person's chest.

The pheromones made her hazy too, that cock felt so good within her, if she weren't afraid of getting hurt she might have even moved or offered up some token resistance but it was an internal struggle to keep afloat like a drowning man who could go under for the last time.

“You want to strike a deal with the devil…”

She would not be the first who thought of this, though there was little that she could offer besides that what he was going to take anyway. Thorak didn’t stop yet, he held the girl and pushed. He couldn’t stop, it was a rule of nature: Something that moved could only be stopped by a force of the same magnitude yet in the opposite direction. Deep in himself Thorak knew it. The thing that was able to quench the alien’s lust could only be the intense climax in which he released himself in her. That was what he was striving for, that was what every fibre of his body was aching to achieve. The creature pushed again, thrusted his hips such that more of his alien flesh entered.

All around her were tentacles and alien limbs, making one feel as if being locked in a cage, yet this cage was moving and fed her with alien sensations. The scent and the touch of countless tentacles would be all over her body, big and little, leaving warm slimy traces on her tender skin. The sound as he withdrew a little and then pushed were slick and slurping. The eyes staring at her were so terrible yet betraying the lewdness behind, as he lowered her further and further…

“…but the devil just wants to fuck you… breed you over and over again… And yet it is not just about offsprings… it’s because you are sexy. It’s because I want it. That there may be results is not a certainty… but a possibility… it’s the risk that gives the kick…”

The first rhythm would be slow, but steady, going through the whole alien body and ending in Bria. All those tentacles teetered up and down yet didn’t stop their nauseating twitches and twists on her skin. Each thrust pushed the massive dick further into Brias wet slit though, making her feel how the ridges and bumps slid over her clit, withdrew again and slid back in. It would massage the lovepearl in a more steady rhythm, yet also with more force than the tongue of a girl or the tip of a tentacle. And it was accompanied by a primal grunting that matched the primeval scent, as if it belonged to a beast of old, long vanished from the surface of the earth. The scent was musky, strong and spicy… adventurous even intermingling with the scent of their meeting sexes. Thorak smelled it too, thousand times enhanced due to his acute senses, of which the olfactory sense even was the guiding sense. It only poured gasoline on the fire of his own arousal… Why should he… Why should he…

“..The pure fuck, no contraception… no rules, no judgement. The knowledge that it could… threatening and forbidden… You wish I don’t give in… into the primal need to continue the act and bring it to conclusion. You wish to rob me... us of the kick …to end the act before it’s over… ”

Talking about it like this had its own effect on the alien body. The creature felt how his second cock unfolded, just beneath the first and also its slimy testes as they plumped into the water with an audible splash. It was of different composition, tentacles instead of little twitching limbs around an even weirder glans, that grew and became more and more bulbous with the second. Soon it would touch the sphincter of Brias Anus with its slimy, warm flesh yet the tentacles that grew around it would do already, would slither over the little space that separated her sex from the anal opening, slither about the musclering and even slipping their slimy warm tip in, like a set of warm tongues that gave Bria an almost gentle rimming, while the…thing... between her legs continued to fuck her.


“You wish to stop?

Her mouth hung open, those alien words echoed within her head and yet this felt so good. Far more pleasant then the tentacles, he was not jamming himself straight in, it was too early to tell but thus far he was doing no damage though more of that thick girth pressed inside her as if he did intend to use all of it all in time.

She had been tight around him, muscles not really having to squeeze against him since he filled her so well though they tried in vain. She gasped once more, that tongue and tentacles all over her nubile frame. Her toes curled and fingers clenched tightly forming fists.

“A … OHHH … D-Deal with ahh the d-devil,” she managed to repeat, not knowing if it had been the experience behind those thrusts that worked into her, the pheromones or both. She tried to focus, barely catching what he said next though it gave her some hope and some fear … did he intend on revisiting her? Doing this again and again? But there was the chance that nothing would result from this as well …

She didn't know though it wasn't her intent to stop this, she knew that was impossible, especially now. It was more a misdirection …

She shook her head in answer to both questions surprised by that act. “N-Noo … y-yes … I can bring y-you others. M-More suitable. Stronger ...” It was a gamble here. She figured that there would be targets that he could not get to looking like that, though she wasn't sure as to what unnatural abilities he had either.

“J-Just don't cum … cum in my pussy ...” She could not read those alien features, had he been thinking about it? Amused by the idea or had more interest in his own preferences.

“AHHH!!!” Her backside had been pierced. Her hands pressed to his chest as she arched her back though she was not trying to push away from him, that was useless but rather with his hold up her and given into the pleasure she now felt she knew that he would keep a hold on her.

“I-I ...” she struggled though with all the feelings and sensations. She stopped herself then began though switching gears and topics. “I w-want it … you cock … p-please … I want m-more ...”

It would be like drowning in a plethora of sensations, inhuman surely, unnatural probably. One long tentacle from the creatures back continued to lick over Brias right tit and teat like a lovers tongue, coiled about it, squeezed it, sometimes soft and almost gentle but then again sometimes strong and firmly too, throbbed and slithered its warm twitching torso over the fleshy globe, betraying the incredible strength underneath without exploiting it fully. Outside the storm would have gained in intensity, a howling and whistling as the wind went through little crevices at the caves entrance. Time and time again a cold gust would touch on her skin that was wet and warm from the fog and the body heat of the alien creature, yet the alien tentacles wouldn’t give time for the impression to sink in and create goosebumps, coiling their long forms over Brias body, inadvertently probably, as even her alien lover would seem to fall into a lustfilled haze. The scent of sex, of flowing juices and the piston that was hoisting them… and of sweat would create an intoxicating mix with the musky alien scent that spoke of adventure, of primal acts and unchecked libido.

“A stranger joins a private bath in a place that is strangely exotic. He doesn’t care for pleasantries, his approach brash and determined, he forces himself on the woman..."

An alien maw would have sunken on the other tit, the creature almost folding in itself to perform this act, unnatural and yet native to the creature, the ease, with which he did it, telling so. She would sense the mouth tentacles squirming over the titflesh, her upper torso and her left side, slick with slime and alien saliva. Were they savouring the taste of Brias sweat? It almost seemed so, as she would hear slurping and slobbering noises. She would feel the tips of his sharp teeth as it cupped her boob, pinching not biting, not even piercing, even though the constant threat was always there, while the aliens breath blew hot against her nipple, which was soon entwined by a flexible alien tongue, wet and soft and strong…

“A plea seems oddly inappropriate, No at first, one shouldn’t do it she squeals yet they are alone. What would happen after this night…? Will he vanish… will he stay… Who is he… No one will ever know it and this is a monster of a man… “

The sensations were not only outside yet also in her. In her anus, slick little tentacles approached, like a multitipped hot tongue that was wriggling and changing shape at the same time. It was deliberate, time and time again the creature pressed the cock from which they originated against the opening of her sphincter yet withdrew like some unspoken promise… a “soon”. Yet the tension to hold back, to exert this effort was sensible in the aliens frame, making the creature clench what in absence of other words would be a pelvis muscle, thus letting the aliens cock that was already in her twitch at the same time. This cock itself was source of so many alien sensations… the feeler like, jointed limbs that were surrounding its glans were squirming in her, tickling, pressing, winding and twitching for themselves,creating a staccato of sensations that would only stop when he pushed, and set in when he withdrew. It was impossible to tell if it was conscious effort of fondling or subconscious part of the alien libido. Two of them even managed to remain at the cervix, rubbing it, massaging it whenever the glans withdrew, almost as if prepping it for the thrust, and only stopping when the glans buried its fleshy throbbing form against the musclering. Outside at Brias clit it was no different. Constant yet unpredictable stimulation by the tentacles, that grew from the cocks base and licked and coiled their throbbing forms against the stimulated lovepearl.

“…with tender touch and brash demeanor, he takes what he wants… It’s so forbidden… How could she? A stranger… a disgusting creature of darkness even… of greedy lust and lewd desire to fuck and breed… unrestrained, unchecked… yet no one would know besides her and him… She would want it to stop would she?... “

The aliens grip on her hips would become slightly stronger, firmer and he pushed her down, making her ass sink in the hot water of the pool. At the same time the alien bucked its abominable frame and the cock at her anus would press… stronger and stronger until it would finally sink in, while its tentacles started to twitch in overdrive in her. And then it continued to fuck her… in this rhythm, ever increasing in intensity as it spoke of the alien lust for her, yet probably the only steady thing in this plethora of perceptions, something to cling to, an evil and yet alluring trap to fall in, a honeypot that lured with clarity would provide bliss instead.

“…not to lead her to her own dark place, lewd and wet and full of zest. A place of sex… and sin and cumming…and breeding… “

The thrusts of the alien meat in her matched the words as if to emphasize them, by design or subconsciously was not to tell. Thunder, fitting though unintended obviously, crackled outside to the same effect, unable to drown his words as they would be in Brias head, yet giving them some primeval and grave notion.

“dangerous… forbidden… if it catches her… what will it make her wish for? “

Sensations swept over her in such an overwhelming fashion. Those tentacles all over her, warm and questing as they squeezed and touched as if he was unable to get enough. Her breast consumed and sucked on, he point of her nipple erect and aching, suction applied to her she had been unused to such sensations. Kakumaoh, Marlin, Wraith to an extent … the names that bestowed pleasure but pain had been what the others had been after of those events that mixed to too.

This though had been far more pleasant. The pheromones simply adding to those heated desires. “Uhhh ...” The storm had been picking up in intensity outside but so was the eagerness in those thrusts. She could feel a throb but was uncertain about the flow of it's circulation, if it were getting close or was just different.

But he had not cared, those words had seemed like something she would use to write a description of he scene. A dark creature driven by lust, of fulfilling his desires and there had been nothing she could do about it. It was unclear is he had intended on subjecting her to this again, it hinted on the fact that she had to be in the right place for him to strike, there was no promises or threats but she felt herself cracking as if that had not mattered. Her fear had lessened a little further, he advanced into her backside as his thrusts grew a bit firmer. She took more of him as he pressed into her leaning her back so that she had felt the warmth of the water against her backside.

Her ears more aware of the sloshing motions of his body in the water as he worked those hips pressing inside her in such a delightful way. Each thrust had been perfect, there had been no imagining that this was a man though, her mind not even shifting in that way … she had only one experience with a man and it wasn't too great, certainly nothing that could compare to this. The alien body, feeling all those tentacles, teeth that pinched against her breast … yet there was no denying that with more force he could have ripped her breast clean off had he wanted to consume it.

Clearly it desired to breed, there was no denying that with those words. She had never known the motives of the others, just to fuck, little else. She never asked, never sought to. Most times she had been focused on getting to the next moment. But what did she wish for? Was he asking? Was it a rhetorical question? Her chest risking and falling yet her body quickly approaching the precipice of release already. She felt that heat growing within her belly and knew without a doubt that he would not stop with her own release.

“I … I ...” The word trembled out of her mouth. Again she tried to fight it back but his earlier words returned to her. It wasn't as if she envisioned all the monsters hanging about a water cooler reciting stories to one another and there was no one else here, no one would know except for them. Yet the words had been caught in her throat for a moment, hesitating, battling those thrusts …

“I … wanna cum … ohh please! I wanna ...” She moved a little in his grasp experimenting, not wishing it to hurt and not doing anything really. Her own body breaking down though hardly experienced save for her days on the island. Her words sounded distant to her ears as if someone else was speaking them yet they were clear and not so jerky like his, it was clearly her own, evidence that she was surrendering more quickly then she imagined, not knowing if it had been the gentleness or being in an aroused state from the start or even both.