Ania hadn't been his only source in getting things off planet. While he refused to leave the protection that Shokushu offered him these despite these days being fairly calm he refrained from taking his chances. He had to trade in his services when he used others which had been a hard endeavor most times. Only those that couldn't easily get at prey needed him to drive them towards him and those sorts were often the ones that had the most difficulty getting to the stars in the first place.

He did possess a few other skills however that sadists found interesting at least and it had been those that he traded for the most part. That and contacts. He had to be careful in not giving out anything too important so for the most part he got people to collect liquid pain for him broken down into various components that he had to brew together. Thus he had something to trade without giving up his connections in getting the stuff already made.

All this was necessary in keeping Ania surprised. It would have been easier to have her get things but she would have known what he was after and that was no fun at all. Slowly he grew his supplies until it was time. Storing what he needed in a gym bag that he had stolen from one of the students he first sought out Birch for those incredible strawberries that he grew.

Not getting his fill as Birch never allowed him to eat all the strawberries he remembered what he was doing and came to his senses. He had to find Ania so he looked while going invisible. He was distracted at the campus more then once as he spied on this blond or that before remembering what he was doing.

He checked on Wild Berry playing the odds that Ania was there. She wasn't. In fact the day had been wasted and he had been heading back to Birch's territory in hopes of getting more strawberries. He heard cries and got to fantasying about some blond being taken. Suffice it to say that he did not mind seconds and seeing that the day was wasted he headed there.

He did find a blond, albeit passed out and by the looks of it very messy. As he arrived some raven haired girl he hardly paid attention to was slumping over. His attention fell back to the blond as he closed the distance half way before recognizing Wild Berry under all that mess.

He could not touch her by arrangement but those arrangements worked out in his favor. Looking back over his shoulder at Ania he smirked while fishing in the bag for something. Most likely she detected his presence, her senses were good even when he was not incorporeal and gave himself away.

“I've been looking for you,” he said as he took the baton out of the back extending it with a snap of his wrist while still invisible. He moved keeping behind her as he neared, forever shifting as she shifted as well. “You've been busy I see.”

After nothing but disappointment crossed his path all day, Slarr chanced upon the messy scene by the river, following a blend of various women's cries in the throes of passion. The three occupants he discovered there had been changing locations from time to time and left behind a trail of thick, fertile sludge and sweet nectar in their wake. Not even the gentle breeze could hope to dilute the scent of sex and marshmallow emanating from the stagnant pools of bodily fluids all around. Yet he found the group being far from finished, at least one of them considering the other two were little more than students, a blonde and another sable black haired vixen whose body had been pinned to the lower trunk of a tree, the latter of which was getting the last flicker of consciousness pounded out of her right then and there.

The alluring amazonness he wished to find, both eager and voluptuous by nature, had masked the woman's body with her own overwhelming presence. Supple thighs flanked her considerable, plush rear which her current stature only allowed to stand out more. A long, slender tail swept back and forth upon these rich curvatures, tempting the very eye to observe the wares beyond that ever changing curtain of sweat caked azure flesh. Soon, her admirable hourglass figure began to rise, the extraction of her manhood accompanied by a wet slurp of her latest victim's clenching inner folds before the herm's copious release spilled from her blissed out captive's chalice.

Ania was caught panting heavily, a lone tentacle slithering upon the swell of her breasts as they heaved with every lungful of oxygen she managed to claim. She had not one, but two women to please her, one falling where the other continued and the other woke when the more vigorous one couldn't keep up anymore. It was nothing short of exhilarating, but equally tiring, and the realization another specimen found them only pushed her further toward the limit.

„Slarr ..“ His voice was more than sufficient for her to recognize him. Invisible, but not incorporeal, her senses had picked up faint footsteps long ago. The grass crushed beneath his feet, the very way the air shifted about the imposing stinger he had, it all pointed to no one other than the Smoke Devil himself. Then, his scent was sure to follow. She'd have recognized it among thousands given how deep their relationship truly ran. There was no hiding from the huntress though it became somewhat clear that was the idea when he continued to elude her line of sight.

Since he always kept behind her, Ania eventually stopped trying to turn towards him. Instead, she let him draw near. Tendrils tensed and quivered as they fell to her sides, each and every one filled with anticipation. Stiffened peaks ache for a touch upon her rising and falling bosom, each throbbing vigorously from her more recent sexual workouts. She picked up on the sound coming from Slarr then, an object being used, but her addled mind couldn't quite put her finger, or tentacle, on it.

Yet a great deal of her energy had been expended already. She was uncertain as to whether her body could keep up with him for long, but he mentioned he was looking for her which meant there'd likely be no avoiding it. For the moment, Ania closed her eyes and merely listened to his approach on her trembling, heavenly sculpted curvatures.

„I'm pleased you found me, Master. I was starting to miss you.“ She noted with a light smile. The whole concept of him owning her may have been strange to some given his relative inferiority in almost every way, and after speaking to Vera about incidents regarding her submissive nature towards certain monsters others sought to take advantage of by attacking her she tended to question it sometimes, but her gains from such a devilish partner only complimented her deepest, darkest desires. She'd be hard pressed to ever give it up as her tail twitched with an onrush of excitement.

„Wild Berry and I tend to meet down here every now and then. I didn't expect to run into another student along the way, but since I caught her stealing from Wild Berry I couldn't resist taking her along.“ Rhaine, Wild Berry, Slarr seemed to prefer the latter but they both knew who they talking about. Black Berry succumbed to exhaustion which meant they were alone though the truth of the matter was she had some grave news for her lover. „But, you may be disappointed with me today. I'm almost spent after going through all that ..“

In spite of all that, he could see her hair change from a lustrous black to a shiny platinum blonde. The effect began at the roots of each sable thread, slowly working its way to their tips. „If spending some quality time with me is what you were looking for, that is .. But, perhaps I'm mistaken and there's something else you wanted?“

Again he snapped his wrist causing the rod he held to activate much like a whip save for instead of a lash there was a long purple tendril that extended from the device, or rather it would be purple if he was not holding the rod causing the object to be visible.

The tentacle looped about her neck and he gave it a firm jerk to lock that tendril into place. “Starting to miss me ...” He chuckled, the tendril secure but after that initially jerking motion still allowed her to breath and speak. “But I have gone nowhere.”

He had been busy, however, mixing those chemicals for others as of late. He stepped a little closer the tip of a clawed finger scratching lightly down her spine culminating in a playful slap of her rump.

“I doubt I shall be disappointed. You have made quite the mess here ...” He was never one for clean up and had been going to lure her away. Freezing as he witnessed the color change of her hair he got quite the thrill then yanked on the makeshift leash moving in front of her as he lead her away.

As he did so he became visible, a bag hanging off one shoulder, unzipped but closed she would occasionally glimpse this strange object or that inside but there was not enough detail to get a good idea at what she was looking at. He cast a glance back from time to time. At first it was to the other students then it had been to her hair. It was a surprise that he had managed to keep it together until they got to a cave in the woods not too far away.

He shrugged the bag off of his shoulder so it fell to the ground. Then he gestured his head towards a set of shackles that dangled down from the ceiling, something he had to have had to set out well before now.

“You know what to do.” With the motion of his wrist the tendril around her neck fell away. The rod she saw was a handle that snapped out like an umbrella only thing was that at the end that tendril extended from the tip. As thick as three fingers and slimy to the feel that tendril moved with a life all it's own.

The manacles looked like normal manacles that wouldn't be too effective on her allowing her to slip free at any time. Only thing was that that was not the case, the manacles shaping around her almost as if each had been rubber bands but had been stronger. Struggling against them would only cause them to tighten as well as heat them up the more she struggled the more they would burn though just testing her restraints would only cause her to feel them heat up giving her an idea of what they were capable of.

Slarr had considered electricity and the manacles could be altered to deliver such instead. He decided on heat because it would not affect him and give her second thoughts about breaking free. He was uncertain if she could but even if she succeeded it should be quite painful.

Once she was secure he brought a finger over a nipple then looked down her body and back up. “You smell too much like marshmallow. We will change that but first ...”

He moved over to his bag taking out a vial of liquid pain and holding it up for her to see. “You know what this is? Don't you?” A grin on his features the tip of that stinger pushed through the top of the bottle dabbing a bit of the drug on it. His stinger didn't produce any sort of venom but he found as of late that he could deliver such if he exposed the tip of his stinger to some without drugging or poisoning himself in the process.

That tail came close to her face as fingers targeted her breasts rubbing against those nipples as that tail swayed back and forth prior to moving in towards her neck where he injected her with a mere pin prick of the stuff. [color=#00FFFF] “You remember what it does? Simply think of it as a flavor enhancer.”

Saliva graced her lips as the woman's tongue made a show of her enjoyment with that deliberate scratch down her spine, not enough to pierce the skin yet enough to have her quiver with anticipation before her luscious rear jiggled ever so deliciously beneath an unexpected blow. She couldn't help but grin when he took her away from the scene afterwards. Surely Rhaine and Midori could cope with her absence, both having had their fair share of attention until they'd blacked out. Now, collared and leashed, Ania purred softly in appreciation of being shown her place once again.

Ironically, Slarr would've been unable to match her physically, but her submission led to greater benefits for the both of them. In spite of her amazon warrior nature, the aqua temptress was nothing short of a hopeless masochist and bowed to more powerful entities, whether physically or otherwise, and he always seemed more than pleased to grant her further insight into his supreme capabilities. She adapted to meet his demands in turn, changing various characteristics such as hair color about herself in order to please him. Since he favored blondes that'd always be her choice in his presence unless he truly needed to focus on another matter.

Needless to say, their agreement regarding Wild Berry became more and more of an excuse for Ania to offer herself to him. She looked on, observing the bag of goodies he brought along. As the contents remained obscure, the busty huntress closed her eyes and barely refrained from shuddering at the thought of being subjected to them as a whole. He came prepared, but clearly planned everything well ahead of time as even the cave he led her to happened to be ready for their arrival.

As the slick tentacle leash freed her neck once again, the gorgeous aqua specimen bowed obediently. „Of course.“ Blue eyes then flicked to the manacles while Ania approached. They were more reasons for her to cherish him. Illusions of power lacked impact whereas he always found ways to emphasize her position beneath him. Once she got to work, she found the shackles deceived with their mundane appearance. One by one, her limbs were being restrained. She was testing the waters as with but one brief pull a surge of near scalding warmth shot through her many chained tentacles. A second attempt yielded all the more potent heat which actually got her lips to part with a sharp hiss.

There was no illusion here and while enough effort might snap her restraints or tear them out of the cave's ceiling it'd require dedication to the point Ania wouldn't attempt to escape her bindings, not when he was the one who held her captive. She may be tormented, but succumbed to Slarr's rule of her own volition. If the situation put her life in danger there'd be no avoiding it, but she was clearly just encouraged to remain tied up and endure the Smoke Devil's sadistic tendencies with a bit of fun on the side. After all, once the huntress recoiled from a sensation she'd have to recover and assume her previous position quickly or suffer the blistering consequences.

Already, her tail proceeded to slice through the air from one side to the other. She had a hard time hiding her excitement similar to any other ecstatic lapdog whose Master was about to indulge her and her alone. Slarr had her voluptuous body tied up and on display without clothes on, her tender shaft engorged with blood whilst the woman's ample bosom engorged with hidden reservoirs of strawberry milk in preparation of things to come. His fleeting caresses caused these delicate cherry peaks to stiffen and throb with desire in mere moments.

The anticipation was killing her, but he was in control. All Ania could do was watch. Swallowing hard, there was no denying she knew what was in the vial he held up to her eyes. Liquid Pain, both delivering the sensation as the name implied and enhancing what was to come. At least from what Ania remembered.

"Nngh!" Stifling another heated gasp, his subdued amazonness dipped her head to the side and exposed her neck for him to exploit. Slarr pierced her skin, injecting the drug into her system. At once, her insides caught on fire as the searing hot sensation burned through her quaking body, igniting it cell by cell. Such meager amounts had her tentacles tense and twitch where her toes dug into the solid floor beneath her. Ania proceeded to grit her teeth, fighting the wealth of responses her aching body had been exposed to at the time. Stinging sensations of a thousand needles coupled with incredible heat amongst the tide that devilish concoction forced down on her consciousness.

In the end, the lovely blonde huntress produced a light chuckle, the corners of her lips creased into a smile as she gazed upon him with the faintest onrush of tears glistening in her eyes. „I'm already loving it, Master.“ But, they were only just beginning and there'd be next to no way to brace for what he'd do to her now. She was weary after dealing with two students on her own. How long could she actually hope to last?

“Those manacles may not stop you but on their own they can be quite deliberating. Add in the effects of the Liquid Pain and they could have quite the effect on you.” He explained. A finger moved to caress a nipple just for emphasis reminding her that that very liquid did far more then cause pain.

While it heightened pain tenfold and had been designed for torture it also had the same effect on pleasure enhancing it by the same amount. It was easy to cause that pleasure to bleed over to pain, however and his next tool would do just that after he retrieved and fitted her nipples with clamps that bit in.

She regenerated so that helped a bit with the toxin but it was strong enough to effect her for a few minutes. Whenever the effect would begin to wane given her healing properties he would merely inject her again. Taking little time to regard his handiwork he flicked his wrist smacking that tentacle rod against the cavern floor hard enough to cause some of the ground to fly up. Of course he had to wake the rod up so to speak and in sort order that tendril curled up one of her legs, the tip brushing against her sex before pushing up inside her.

The rod cast to the ground that tendril still went to work altering that thrust inside her. Mostly slow and methodical with the occasional deeper thrust that caused a degree of pain when combined with that liquid element. Slarr had been far from finished taking his bag and moving behind her.

She would feel the soft skimming of his hand against and ass cheek as it rubbed her there for a fair bit before delivering a smack. More rubbing punctuated by a slap to brake up the pleasure. He did this until he had to use more Liquid Pain on her then began anew. This time he inserted needles into her back along her spine from the base of her neck to her tail bone.

The needles did nothing until he lightly touched the tips. In addition the producing an eerie musical note they delivered pain. Some burned like a small fire, others caused a jolt, others drove a shard of coldness into her. He played those needles like they were some form of musical instrument causing one area then another along her back to experience pain.

At the same time that his hands had been occupied he did not forget the masculine portions of her sex either. His tail curling around her and it as it slid over her there slowly spiraling against it. That stinger rubbed against that slit on the very end of that crown as if dancing to the rhythm of that music. Far from an expert at producing such musical effects the only real music he had been interested in had been any that she would produce in the reactions of her body.

“I am far from practiced. It has been ages since I've got my hands on such things and I haven't even used the full collection of needles. Not sure how that would go.”

Within minutes her velvety folds were filled, her taut testes pushed aside by that prehensile tentacle sliding into her vulnerable womanhood. The slimy appendage eased into her core and encountered her own moisture there as hot need pulsed through her veins the moment he commanded her to place herself in bondage.

„Guh!“ That stinger caught her off guard. The hot throbbing spire shook and trembled as it scraped along the tender surface, keeping the woman on her toes as to whether he'd simply torment her, push in or dig into the hardened tip with a scratch. Her heart was pounding against her chest as her body tensed and relaxed, producing the new strawberry flavored treat from her aching cock. Shimmering beads of precum bubbled up at the swollen crest with the slightest rub given how much his willing captive enjoyed herself until now.

It'd have been impossible to stem that flow when two beautiful women tended to her before and now the Smoke Devil showed up to wear her out completely. She tensed, then slackened, both smacks and needles causing her lovely hips to quake and buck into the tendril and stinger which wreaked havoc on her senses. The manacles aided her attempts to remain in place for whenever Ania had been unable to endure and attempted to recoil, the scalding heat forced her addled mind to recover, if only for a moment.

All that back and forth made her delicate teats ache beneath those clamps. She was on her toes with that thick tentacle working its way into her core, each time forcing her up just that little bit further. Sublime, bountiful globes bounced lightly in the wake of its thrusts, allowing the tender tissue to stretch and settle whilst the clamps bit into her flesh. It was heaven, but even then shew knew better than to focus on herself throughout all this torment.

As the needles and their unusual properties came into play, her existence was complete once more. From that point onward, Slarr was making her sing. Soaked in that drug, moaning lips part to offer verbal approval unto her Master's ears. The harmonious blend of pained shouts and delighted cries echoed within the cave. She mewled and whimpered, hissed as the cold struck whilst jolts had her lurch forward with a sharp cry only to return to her place as manacles burned into her wrists, ready to receive the next dose of Slarr's affection. Both pleasure and pain where overwhelming, and the herm's eyes fluttered as she was close to cumming about that tendril writhing at her core when he contemplated his lack of practice on the matter.

„Ahhn .. hah .. Shouldn't we find out?“ She'd glanced over her shoulder, chuckling lightly despite the molten hot amalgam of pain and pleasure rippling throughout every cell in her body. „You're going awfully light on me today.“ Slarr found her smiling mischievously upon him, masking the sensations he produced as though they weren't even there. The voluptuous woman shuddered all the same and teased him with a deft flick of her tail against his chest where it roamed about him for another moment or two, spurring him on in both movements and words.

Ania goaded him on to more daring activities. Surely he never had much of a chance to go all out and she was willing to provide that experience, especially now considering her somewhat spent state compared to their usual encounters. The flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long, and the aqua huntress knew her time with him would be limited by prior erotic engagements involving the two students they left behind.

Whether it was wise to encourage him remained to be seen. She was revelling in the twisted pleasures her body allowed her to experience. Submission to stronger individuals alone thrilled and excited the blue amazonness to no end. But, there were limits to everything. With that infernal drug coming into play there was no telling how long it'd take them to get there, but her every fiber basked in the attention cast unto her flesh thus far.

A mischievous grin erupted over his features. “Perhaps I should. I have never been musically inclined. As for taking it easy on you I thought it best not to overwhelm you all at once.” Now she would smell that familiar scent of burnt toast as his left arm became smoky as it stretched up to the manacles.

At the end of that trail of smoke was his hand that deliberately rattled those manacles to generate their effect. A long lick to the side of her face followed as his tail squeezed against her rod like a constrictor snake tightening any time she squirmed against that heat the shackles produced.

After that he went back to setting in place those missing needles. One she found did not cause pain in the typical sense but generated a nauseous feeling that would churn her stomach when played. Another felt like a poison that ate away at her flesh in similar fashion to some snake venoms. It even made breathing difficult as certain muscles became paralyzed but never quite became totally so given her regenerative properties that kept her body from succumbing to the paralysis as well as healing that damage only for the process to begin all over again whenever he pressed down upon that needle.

It was on that he could not use on a student unless since paralysis would make them incapable of breathing. He knew not to use that particular note too much only hitting it when she had fully or nearly recovered.

When at last his song ended with a flurry of pressing all those needles in short order he went back to his bag of tricks. His tail only then uncurling from her member and only now did he big up the scent of that strawberry essence. He had to brace himself against it before getting back to what he was doing. He had to tell himself to wait just a little longer for desert.

After a moment he attached a belt to her hips lifting her tail at one stage. The garment had been simple and might not even have been deemed unusual save for the artificial cock at the back that he aligned with her ass.

That tentacle had not let up and was soon joined by the artificial one that began pressing against her slowly, each inch it gained took minutes to accomplish but soon it had been thrusting into her almost as deeply as that questing tentacle. His tail curled around her hip delivering her latest injection of Liquid Pain, this time just a little prick against her clit.

Only then had he rounded her glancing down toward the source of that strawberry scent. Reaching down a lone finger rubbed against that tip. “I wonder … surely your regeneration will hold up.”

He had been considering something as he glanced to the bag on the floor behind her then back at her. A hand traced against her breast, rubbing it gently then dragging his claws against the underside of her bosom then rubbing her lightly until that wound closed only to do it again all the while considering as he took notes at her reaction to her recent drugging and how she would fare against what he had in mind.

„Auugh!“ More scalding warmth assailed her senses, but it was not her doing. Slarr tormented her, tempted the femme fatale before him with her deepest, darkest desires. Sensuous moans slipped past gaping lips as drool escaped the corners of her mouth, each wanton sample of her bedroom voice as shameless as the last. She shuddered when that devilish tongue crawled across her blissful features while another appendage constricted about her raging erection, squeezing another thick dollop of precum from her loins whilst the enhanced pressure let him feel the intense pulsations rippling through the ample girth in his tail's grasp.

But, they were far from finished. She was abused and toyed with, her head lolling back and forth as shiny curtains of platinum blonde hair followed her every movement. The helpless amazonness bucked her hips and struggled to retain her composure as heat infused her tentacles to remind her how far she was permitted to move. It felt good in that strange, perverted fashion, presumably as good as it felt for him to torture her without having to hold back as much as he had to with ordinary human females. The molten tide of bliss boiling within her core threatened to breach the dams holding it at bay as he continued inserting and pressing down on the various needles in her back.

Of all regions across her body, her spine happened to be the most vulnerable. Since a strong enough blow to the spot could disable her completely, she couldn't have shown her subservience much clearer than she did now. With each needle he'd flicked during his erotic yet agonizing symphony, the azure beauty had been standing on her toes. Whether trust or simply utmost submission, Slarr had more power over her than he might've imagined.

For now, her body went through a rollercoaster of sensations. One needle made her feel nauseous, another seemed to burn away her flesh from the inside whilst her breath was taken away. She healed quickly as part of her nature though the phallus mounted to her tail took the woman's breath away as it slowly worked its way into her sumptuous, tight ass.

From that moment onward it was a constant back and forth, one appendage rubbing against the other through the narrow wall of flesh inside her. She was more or less bouncing between them, barely able to hold a thought as her body was being pushed further toward the brink of sanity. As she rocked to one side or another, her luscious globes swayed with enthusiasm, their gradually increasing liquid contents sloshing around within. The blood pumping into her cherry peaks forced the clamps to dig deeper into the tender nubs, setting her bosom ablaze further with the ever dominating rush of pleasure and pain.

Juices rolled over her thighs and pooled on the ground below with each hungry invasion of that tentacle. Another insertion of Slarr's precious drug had her mind reeling whilst her swollen clit felt as though it was burning up as the drug raced through her system. His lovely captive was trembling in pure ecstasy whenever the various toys he employed didn't sway her sinfully curvaceous body one way or another.

Only, the hot throbbing spire he graced with his touch swelled after the first laceration cast unto her heavy mounds. Her entire body tensed up at once. She hissed through gritted teeth as her head dipped back into her neck, the echo of her passion resounding off the walls shortly after. Ania held back for some time now, trapping the copious amount of molten heat bubbling up deep within bloated testes. There were simply too many tingly sensations to contain her release any longer. She'd rupture if he did nothing to prevent it, blowing her thick strawberry load against that lone finger and the ground between them in several considerable blasts of hot goopy essence.

Rather than slow down he sped up feeling how close she was. His hips colliding with her ass again and again while that tentacle worked itself inside her. He slashed at her shoulder blade letting his tongue trickle over the wound, licking there until it closed.

He did not stop, not until that tail managed to spew forth her release. When it had his throbbing cock, buried deep in her ass, came to rest for a few seconds. Then she would smell that familiar scent of burnt toast. He did not so much as depart her but flowed around her.

Wispy smoke broke up flowing about her. His whole body becoming insubstantial and so the pressure on her cock came to an end. Slarr moved past her then reformed in front of her seizing the nipple clamps and taring them away, discarding them by tossing them over his shoulder.

With his tongue he rolled over the fresh wounds between sucks on those nipples. His cock still throbbing with need while that tentacle continued to pump into her. The needles still embedded in her back as well given that he might need them later. But now he had something else in mind not knowing how well it would take as he had never attempted the matter before with any victim.

She could and would heal but now he wondered how quickly. He was about to find out. If he lost his hand in the process that would be a simple fix that required cutting her back opened. “Let's see how you handle this.”

He dragged one claw against her abdomen opening her up. So far there was nothing different, not until he thrust his hand inside her. It at once became smoky flowing just beneath the skin then became solid within her, clawing and moving about on the inside.

If the initial would closed over he would loose his hand since the smoke had to attach to his body. If so he would simply cut her open again to let the smoke escape her and rejoin his body, thus getting his hand back. In any case he would not be harmed by it and he sought to test the limits of his abilities as well as her own.

A foot stepped on the rod that produced the tentacle that was pumping inside her. He slid it back with his foot causing that tentacle to stretch out within her as it fought to drive inside. He could have kicked it back to remove it but did not do so as of yet.

After that first taste of strawberry essence he was back for more sucking and consuming against her breast as his hand moved inside her inflicting it's damage on her all the while.

All that attention threatened to make her dizzy. She'd exhausted two students on her own. Slarr forced her over the edge, even accelerated her progress and Ania nearly succumbed twice in a row if not for willpower alone. She wouldn't last long compared to previous encounters yet tried to endure for as long as possible, denying herself the purest form of delight her body always craved for and few humans could hope to satisfy on their own.

„Nnuuhh ..“ His extraction had her moan and whine, half protest yet bliss her addled mind struggled to transform into any sort of coherent speech. She cried out again as her nipples stretched with the clamps he was tearing off, more biting into the flesh until he discarded them and both wounds and lovely milk graced his taste buds whilst he lavished her bosom with attention.

She was caught up in the throes of passion when he chose to act further. Slicing into smooth aquamarine tissue, he always found it to be rather tough despite being no less delicate to the touch than silk. He, too, knew the alien woman healed quickly and would never carry scars or blemishes which had the potential to taint her beauty. There was much he could do where others wouldn't be able to endure, let alone survive though Ania often provided those rare opportunities.

„Ahhhhh!“ Azure eyes shot wide open as sharp claws gashed her tender abdomen. Terror spread in their midst, an onrush of shock and anguish displayed on her features when he chose to toy with her in such a manner. Saliva stricken lips part with a near blood curdling scream for the drug he'd injected enhanced the experience beyond comprehension. In the blink of an eye her eyes fluttered closed, the emotions on the gorgeous woman's face bleeding over into ever diluted versions of their former selves as the poor huntress shuddered pitifully after that initial cut. Twitching tentacles curled up in her bindings when he moved deeper within her core, as did her clawed toes scraping along the hard rock surface below.

She nearly swooned while her strength ebbed. Suffering these injuries made her feel rather lightheaded considering the wealth of sensations crashing down on her at the same time. The molten heat at her center was a blend of lust, agony and the warmth of blood running along the wound he'd produced with but a flick of his wrist. The handsome devil drew some of her crimson essence before slithering in with another smoky extension, fully indulging her in an entirely new experience.

Slarr crawled beneath her skin. Sinister digits dragged against her from within, moving about in ways no one else had before him. She dueled Rahs once, breathing fresh life into her fondness for submission and asphyxiation as he choked her out to utterly crush her final few slivers of resistance. She was often cut throughout the hunt in her younger years. What he did to her now was as foreign as life among the stars back then.

Yet the results were what he expected when the bleeding stopped within moments. The wound closed over shortly after, cutting off the hand which tormented her from within. Ania found it simply appeared to vanish, taking away all pressure and pain from that particular source until he cut her open once again. There was little to nothing for the quaking hermaphrodite to say as he repeated the act, imbuing her every cell with the fiery tide of hot pleasure and pain. She cried out, suffered and healed whereas what some may consider savage and degenerate in nature granted the pleasure centers of her brain all the more stimulus to feed on.

Thick and warm strawberry fluids burdened the swell of her breasts and emerged with little pressure when he claimed her soft globes all the while. More of the same oozed from her drooling shaft which bounced along with her entire being as she was speared on that tendril, coaxing lewd squelching sounds and cries from the sweat caked amazonness whilst her insides clenched and convulsed in the aftermaths of her recent orgasmic height.

The woman's milk, however, was something else entirely. She had ample time to improve the formula for his pleasure during their many encounters, along with the faintest trace of aphrodisiac which left his very tongue tingling for some time to come. Where others may lack sweetness or carry too much of it, Ania did her best to match what he desired most though his response to its taste tended to make her think it didn't matter that much after all. The liquid goodness spilled from her throbbing peak in rich spurts as he tapped into a reservoir of his precious treat with no end in sight.

That aphrodisiac had been the primary reason why he tried to hold back from indulging on that treat. He had poor willpower in that sense and eventually wanted a taste. The effects were insidious, just trace amounts that he did not notice but as she had been aware his thirst had been great indeed.

While he drank his hands had been busy cutting her both inside and out. Whenever she healed he cut her again to allow the connection to cut her from within at the same time. That prehensile tail moving behind her randomly hitting the needles there every so often though without seeing what he was doing the music he generated had been off key.

But he did not play for musical harmony this time. Slowly as that aphrodisiac took hold on him he kicked that rod back causing it to slid away and the tentacle to be forced out of her even though it tried it's best not to depart. As soon as it had been out of the way Slarr pressed the head of his cock against her after a mild delay in freeing himself.

Without hesitation he pressed into her. “Nice and wet and warm.” He cooed then returned to her breast until he was completely inside her … well not really as she would find as he went even deeper. The area between the end of his cock and where it had grown smoky felt as if there was little there save for the swirling smoke.

He went deep coming at her with an even pace. Looking to her features, half his face covered by a large breast as he continued to drink from her as he tapped another series of needles with that tail of his he had forgotten about the bag of toys for the most part once that aphrodisiac began taking hold upon him.

All that matter was making her cum, feeling that wetness all over his cock as it pressed inside her again and again picking up a bit of speed each time.

There were no complaints about her strawberry treat one way or another. Teeth bit down on her lower lip when the molten essence swelled the very cherry holding it at bay until it erupted in her demonic partner's hungry maw. Her ample breasts flared with warmth when his face had been buried in the supple flesh, nearly smothering him for the bulging mass of those sublime tits enveloped his features almost entirely. The added pressure only helped in draining her quicker as he heightened the flow rate of that precious treat yet it continued to wash over his taste buds without end in sight.

Another rush of pure ecstasy had been in store for her when Slarr relegated the writhing tentacle toy to a secondary role by taking its place. She couldn't have asked for a more divine blessing. Strong inner muscles squeezed about him with the adoration of a long lost lover with that initial insertion, a moment which had her squeal and quiver all over. Arching her back, the needles nearly dug further in on their own whilst his face threatened to vanish in the midst of all that glorious flesh he indulged in at the time.

Searing hot bliss sloshed about within her core. Puffy nethers spread about him, accepting the throbbing girth which pushed all the right buttons without even trying. She was an open book to him and struggled to maintain even a semblance of coherent thought as each moment of exposure to his charms pushed her mind further to the abyss. The lewd squelching sound of tender walls being probed yet again revealed the amount of lust the huntress had amassed over time. Hot nectar sheathed him in an all the more gratifying velvety embrace though he couldn't plunge nor recede more easily given the overwhelming tightness he tended to encounter.

The Lympha's shuddering phallus had been trapped between them, the hardened tip glistening with traces of goopy semen as his thrusts allowed the girth to bounce between them, much like he forced the woman on her toes then down again before doing it all over. She could do nothing but groan helplessly as he pressed forth, stimulating her senses as their hips flushed together and taut testes were inadvertently squeezed between the two of them.

Yet more sensations dragged her closer to the edge, dangerously so for the voluptuous blue amazonness couldn't move to embrace him lest her captive tendrils wound up burned or worse though the scalding heat returned more often than not as Ania simply couldn't remain in place for long.

Various portions of hers were being stretched out, not by one constant girth but what appeared to be sections of molten flesh as he went deeper than he physically could. Where nothing filled her the athletic specimen felt empty, yet Ania felt full in equal measure. She didn't put too much thought into it as he came at her, the warrior woman's expression lost yet rich in ecstasy as her unfocused gaze dropped to linger on him, the Smoke Devil's visage burying itself into the warm, nourishing globe in his grasp.

Now that he had been within those delicious folds his head cleared up a little. There was still that desire to fuck her, to plunge into those depths which he eagerly did as he drank from those breasts like a newborn babe. The cuts and abrasions caused by the nipple clamps had healed by then while his other toys those needles and manacles worked against her.

One arm reached behind her becoming smoky as he stretched it out to the bag drawing it closer. His other arm joined in too as he manipulated the objects that he brought forth. His tail still playing against those needles causing various amounts of damage.

He had finished what he was up to. One hand caressing her tail holding it aside as he set the object against her rear. It was lubed up and felt like a dildo of some sort. It was being pressed inside her and soon she could feel his own member rubbing up against the toy that buzzed as if it had been a vibrator of some sort.

The object came to life all on it's own and had to be automated, a machine of some sort that eagerly pushed into that tightness. Slow at first then increasing the tempo to match his own as he drank and thrusted into her with vigor as he played those needles in her back only not as well now that he wasn't looking.

The thing in her ass had been no simple machine. It fired into her ass soon enough injecting her with a cool gel but not stopping. The gel only working with that Liquid Pain enhancing it's effects a little.

A finger reached down between their two bodies rubbing against the crown of her trapped member. In short order that dildo fired out another short of gel, one that felt like a taser shocking her from the inside. This gel would fire off often once every minute or so.

“Just try not to cum.” Whether that had been a command or a statement on his part had been unclear. He kept up the stimulation and went back to drinking. His hands fumbling in that bag for the jar that contained his next treat unscrewing the container as he left the crown of her shaft alone, at least for now.

The constant stream of molten liquids and pleasure bubbling up within her chest had been downright divine yet in a constant struggle with the various needles being toyed with. Ania couldn't help but cherish the experience all the same as he devoured more of her ample tit flesh and the strawberry treat stored within. It never seemed to end as she produced enough to make up for what he gulped down, always offering more of the thick milky drink. Looking down at him now, her eyes glazed and unfocused, she may have cradled his head in her tentacles though the bound specimen lacked a whole lot of freedom to begin with.

Yet the whole ordeal placed enormous pressure on her being. The poison one certain needle injected her with demanded a lot from her system with regards to willpower and regeneration. Every moment of suffering at his hands sapped more strength from the huntress whose glistening body quaked within her confines as pleasure and pain cracked down on her at once. A mere caress bestowed unto her tail nearly brought her over the edge. More was yet to come with yet another foreign toy being inserted into Slarr's moaning plaything.

What had been perceived as jolts of electricity shooting through her backside sent Ania's phallus throbbing intensely in the devil's grasp. With that lone digit dragging against her shaft's hardened tip, there really was no moment of respite for the restrained amazonness. She could do nothing but buck her hips against the invading phallus as she was conquered in all the more sadistic manners.

Cries leaked from the cavern, a faint echo of the blue herm's agony and enjoyment alike though it was nothing compared to the clear, passionate verbal approval Slarr heard up close. She could neither contain her screams nor excitement as hungry velvety depths clench and quiver around his manhood, eager to consume it with each amorous advance as ecstasy seemed to be within reach despite everything he cast down on her within these strenuous last minutes.

When he spoke up again, part of her wished to refuse. She knew her stamina wouldn't allow her to last as long as usual yet the pleasure was far too great to defy for long. At the same time more treats were uncovered the longer Ania could hope to endure which encouraged her to press on with every sliver of strength she could muster. There was the prospect of inviting him to try one new thing or another as Midori brought that idea to mind though bound and stripped of all power it'd likely come up during another encounter.

„Y-Yes!“ Ania voiced her submission yet again though he could tell his voluptuous thrall had been close to another intense few moments of fulfillment. Supple lips part with a hiss as her head dipped back into her neck, forcing her gaze toward the ceiling above. She recognized the heat from those manacles scalded her flesh though the woman couldn't keep herself from straining against them as the need to unleash her essence and physical pain hurt in equal measure. Just a little longer, she thought. Try not to cum for as long as you could manage. She may not last, but it was implied Ania was to deny herself the pleasure. That's what she'd do, whether orders were unclear or not. Anything to please the Master, no matter how much her body ached for release.

He could feel that she was close, that translated to him being close given those tight caressing muscles of hers that only enhanced the moment. Taking out the first treat from that jar he set a leech-like creature upon her breast. Others followed upon her chest.

Each latched on but instead of drawing blood each inserted a drug into her before sucking on her flesh. The drug they produced worked with the Liquid Pain to a smaller degree. It had the benefit of being constant, however, always transferring more of their enzymes into her circulatory system.

Pain was enhanced to a small degree. The more leeches that were attached the greater the effect though it would take quite a few of them to reach the effectiveness of the Liquid Pain. Whenever the later had been active, however, pain had been increased a bit. The enhancing pleasure remained unaffected, however.

Her nipples remained free of the leeches and it was only after her latest injection that he produced the last most insidious thing from that jar. It wasn't a leech and while he knew it would hurt he waited for that injection so that pleasure could be enhanced at the same time from the leeches sucking at her clit and other areas.

The thing was small, perhaps an inch long. It resembled a small fish that wasted little time in pushing inside her urethra and swimming down a portion of her shaft stopped only as he squeezed her shaft in his hand preventing it from getting more than half way down her length.

“I use to use these things against males I interrogated with the exception of using the larger ones. Tell me when and I'll take it out. However, if it's before I cum then you won't be allowed to.” He grinned then went back to sucking on her tit, his thrusts into her going faster just as that toy in her ass picked up pace as if tied to his own speed.