Having a life of entitlement made Etolie feel as if she was doing no wrong in being here. Sure she had realized that it was against the rules in being in the building after hours but those rules didn't apply to her. Rules were written for commoners and it wasn't like she hadn't done this before either.

Things had gone so wrong last time. Well, they would have been far worse if that student wasn't there. While she was running that poor girl was probably being raped. No biggie. She got away and that was all that mattered.

Now last time there was an error somewhere in those sigils. It was late and she had pushed all the desks towards the walls. All save the professor's which was far to heavy for her to move. Since that bitch Izumi hit her with the Evil Eye Etolie had been working on various spells. Her repertoire had been lacking though she hadn't known about the inhibitors that made learning new things a lot harder.

Still she had learned how to neutralize the effects of that Evil Eye and managed to summon that demon even if the protection circle failed to keep it contained. This time she knew everything was right. Checking, double and then triple checking those symbols made from chalk. Chalk was easy to erase when she eventual had to tidy up.

Her eyes scanned the perimeter of the room which basked the center in candle lit. The lights were off and she wore a dark robe this time that covered up her attire. It had been hot that day and still was a little muggy so she wore a green sundress beneath. Rarely did she wear her gold locket these days but had it on this evening.

On her finger she wore that black ring the Djinni had given her. Sex powered it and if things went horribly wrong she might as well get to recharge it a little. But why summon a demon? Power of course. She wanted power and while her summons wouldn't draw anything too powerful she was practicing so that she could indeed call forth something that would give her what she wanted.

She certainly didn't need money. Perhaps she would start small getting her influence back with the Student Council. Vera stripped her of the power of that station but not the title. The VP was essentially running the show which she hated but had not yet won over Vera to run things once more. From there the sky was the limit.

Opening up the book she began reading the passage ...

Years had passed since his first initiation into the scientific community, but even now he reveled in the sheer exultation of discovery. Some time ago during this very expedition, he had obtained data that proved, beyond a shadow of a doubt that a subspecies of humans had become rather skilled in magic. How it was done still remained a mystery. Orders had come from headquarters to study the humans on this isolated planet, utilizing any means necessary to gather proof of their divergent evolution.

He had spent hours squeezed into a tiny, forgotten room in the school's IT department, connected to a local network that allowed him to read through what appeared to be the entirety of human knowledge. And with gusto, he had settled in - the wiki walk distracted him for so long that when his innards rumbled with hunger, he realized that night had fallen. With a slight gurgle, he twisted his form away from the stack of servers, quickly closing the ports in a way so not to wrongly incriminate any students and leave no trace. The file downloads had completed hours ago, and his cortex computer folded into his body as he prepared for the long hike back to his subsea hideout.

As he glided through the vents, his sensitive hearing picked up chanting. Doing a double take, he stopped to listen in... then took a look inside the classroom.

His first impression was right; a young human female stood in one of the now-empty classrooms, a strange sigil drawn in chalk upon the floor. The 'magical energy' he sensed from her was weak; weaker than that magnificent maiden he had encountered in the woods, who could work spells with such perfect pitch that she could heal wounds and transmogrify her body with the greatest of ease. As he approached, he looked to the sigil which seemed to be resonating with some power, serving as a 'beacon' of sorts for .... something. Was he the one being summoned? He shook his head to clear this silly thought. No way these humans could learn his language so easily, but with magic?

He had to see just what she was capable of. And for that, he had to push her to work 'outside her box'. With a plan in mind, he slithered into the classroom from one of the old cabinets, the damaged backing serving as a backdoor to his intrusion. The girl's back was turned to him from this angle, and the classroom remained in darkness aside from the lit candle in the center of the sigil. The chairs and tables that once filled this room were all stacked to the side and he noticed one stack of tables arranged just so that it blocked the door from the inside.

It would be quite difficult for someone to get into this room, and it would take some time for someone inside this room to work their way out.

Angling slightly to the side, he took out the Vortex Rifle, and toggled its focus to an ultra-low pulse; not enough to stun a human, but more than sufficient to break her focus. He aimed slightly away from her body, and towards the windows. Closing several of his eyes in reflex and taking a deep breath, he pulled the trigger.

The muffled 'WHUMP!' that emitted from his rifle was drowned by the sound of windows rattling in their frames as they were forced open by the powerful burst of air. Echoing this burst, the shockwave blasted through the sigil, snuffing out the candle and blowing it apart, chalk dust filling the darkened air. Shifting quickly into his ambush position as she shielded her eyes, he 'spoke' - using a slow outflow of air from his breathing organs across a set of muscular flaps, mimicking one of the campus security staff that patrolled these halls.

"Is someone there?" rang out in the pitch-black darkness of the darkness, slightly muffled thanks to his position. From where he was, it would have sounded as if it had come from the hallway, outside of the classroom.

If she stands still, I'll have to circle around her - but if she tries going for the exit... I'll have an easier time of it.

Etolie had been resourceful enough to break that curse that had been set upon her. It had been the only magic that she had learned on this island barring her on other attempt at summoning that didn't quit go as planned. Granted she got away and that was another girl's problem but still the allure for power got her to try again after some time off in order to steal her nerves.

But the allure for power had been strong. She had been processing things in her head, what she would ask for, how to navigate this or that, those finer points all rehearsed in her head. Granted in the heat of the moment all that might have eluded her but for the time being she focused on the task at hand.

There were three spells that she had mastered and she had no doubts that she would master this one in time if she practiced it enough. She had been uninterested in many things and while she certainly had the ability and talent she had no drive to learn things that had been useful to her in her role as a predator.

Among the prey she had been on both sides of things. As victim and as monster. True, she was human but these girls were her play things when it suited. Her spells tailored to assist her, all save one. But she had been driven to learn it in order to better her situation. And now driven once more to gain even more power.

Subconsciously she rubbed the black ring that she was wearing but her mind had been focused unaware that something had responded to her hidden their by the shadows at the back of the room. She jumped at the sound of the window opening and the candle in the center of the sigil exploding.

Eyes closing in order to protect them from the chalk that had been stirred up. Then a voice, muffled by what she assumed were walls called out.

She had seen enough movies were eerie things such as windows bursting open had been a sign that something had responded to a summons. It was tough to see into the center of that sigil now with the ring of candles circling it at a distance. Nothing was there but that didn't mean that nothing was there, right? She ran not to the door but towards the few candles that had remained lit with the window bursting open.

“Shit!” She cursed silently blowing out the candles only to freeze in place, head whipping right and left searching for a place to hide in the event that security forced their way in her. If she hunkered down near some of the desks she might go unnoticed if he came in here and switched on the lights.

Maybe I went too far with that. I forget just how easily humans can experience fear.

As the girl knelt down right next to him, he relaxed as he admired her scent from the thick robes she wore - the outlines of her firm buttocks barely visible to his eyes in the dark serving as an appetizer of what was coming next. The sound of her breathing, followed closely the thrum of her heartbeat seemed to echo in the classroom as she tried her best to remain hidden from whoever was on the other end. Just what was so bad about getting caught that she hid so well?

Maybe the rules are different here.

While the girl focused on trying to stay undetected, and judging by how she moved her head - TRYING to sense out the location of the hypothetical security guard in the hallway, he worked carefully to remove the cork-like capacitors from the casings that held the fluorescent lights in the classroom. With this task done, he then proceeded to pluck out the candles that had been strewn around the class. Eliminating all possible traces of light in the classroom, he adjusted his skin to match the insides of the cabinet perfectly as he waited for his quarry to relax.

A few minutes passed as her breathing relaxed and her heartbeat calmed down. A warm breeze blew in from the opened windows, blowing away the chalky clouds that had been wafting around the classroom. The loose curtains provided a visual distraction as another minute passed in total silence.

Once she had stood up, she had the distinct misfortune to turn her back to him. Heaving a sigh of relief, she made her way towards the center of the room when he struck - lateral tentacles latching onto her robe and pulling it together while the stronger tentacles coiled around her arms, pushing them into her back as he tugged her hard into the waiting 'pit' of his body. She managed to let out a truncated scream before the fleshy mass surrounding her closed in.

Satisfied that she wouldn't be able to alert anyone in her state, he began to carefully worm his smaller tentacles into the girl's robes, some coiling around her legs and others carefully working into her dress, and up her torso.

Lets see what today's catch looks like.

There was no way that she was spending another session in the basement with Vera. Not if she could help it. Her mind worked through scenarios of security pushing their way in here, in attempting to stay hidden and sneak away but failing that she would go on the attack with a combination of her sleep and forget magic altering the minds of security to benefit her.

But nothing after a minute. She did not move and the only sounds were her own breathing, heartbeat and the tick of the classroom clock. Everything was so loud in all that stillness. Another warm breeze got rid of all the wafting chalk and still not hearing anything she got up.

It was difficult to see, she could see the outlines of the desks and those objects within the flickering light of the few remaining candles. She moved toward one of those survivors first in an attempt to keep a light source closer to her and not inadvertently step within the sigil though there was no telling if it had remained or got blasted up with the rest of the chalk.

It probably wasn't there. Damn, she knew that using something more permanent would have been better though cleaning up way more difficult. Then shock hit her all of a sudden. If the summoning had indeed worked but the chalk and sigil had been disturbed then there could be something in this very room!

She glanced both right and left as if she could see anything in this darkness then dismissed her thought. No, if there was something there it would have pounced already. Her knowledge of the island's guests made her paranoid. That was it. No sooner had she thought that that something did strike.

Her hood pushed together effectively blinding her. Her arms went to rise up ready to tare at the hood and shove away her assailant before making a run for it but her arms were pinned to her sides. Before she knew it she was falling bruising her knee pretty good as she hit the floor.

“Nooo!” Her cry muffled as she wriggled there on the floor as she attempted to make sense of what was happening. Something was touching her through the robe. Her legs felt something slipping through the robe with no effort. Worms? Tentacles? Whatever this thing was it was clear that she wasn't going anywhere though she tried squirming in place. Her mind filling in the aspects of what this thing was. Some sort of inhuman demon, her mind conjuring up images of a worm with numerous tentacles that stretched from it's bloated body. All in all she didn't think she was dealing with one of the sentient beings not that there was much she could have done to bargain in the position that she was currently in, on the floor beneath this thing that was feeling her while binding her up making sure she could go nowhere.

As he felt her up, he began to notice just how jarred his catch was. An elevated heart rate, breathing rate and how she struggled despite being caught. Futile as it was, she was still putting some effort into it. This was very different from his first encounter with a sapient humanoid creature on this colony.

I guess they do have differing ideals. he thought to himself as he worked in another pair of more agile tentacles into the sleeves of her robe. That's fine. If it was all the same, it'd be boring. Alright, let's start...

He let her struggle for a bit, so as to wear her out as he continued to slip another sucker-loaded tentacle near her face, warm nodules finding her cute facial features and slowly rubbing themselves to feel out where her eyes, nose and mouth were in the dark. The tentacles that had slipped under her dress had finally wormed themselves up to her breasts and they began to similarly feel around. It seemed that they had a general idea of the human body, and the continued skin-contact was giving them all the information they needed to find their way around. Meanwhile, the tentacles coiling around her legs had caught the scent of her pussy and was slowly zeroing on it.

Satisfied that she had no problems breathing, he began undo the robe's ties and slowly coil one of his manipulator limbs around the top of the hood while the throbbing lengths investigating her arms began to similarly ease the sleeves away from her body. In a slow, almost erotic fashion, he began to peel off her robe while keeping her head in place under the hood, keeping her still blindfolded. He adjusted the grip on her neck as the robe moved on up, making sure to let her have a clear breathing room.

I've heard about this type of clothing before. They say that human magicians and acolytes would wear this to increase their magic-casting abilities. How will removing this affect her spell-casting potential? Let's find out.

Etolie wasn't having problems breathing but the air was warm collected beneath that hood. Her mind racing as she struggled in vain. Pinned she couldn't see a damn thing knowing her spells did little against the creatures on the island. Once she had managed to buy herself a few seconds when a sleep spell made one of them dousy but that was the best that she had accomplished when using her magic directly against them. Most of the time she didn't get the chance to use spells too busy running or throwing someone else under the bus.

Unseen, her mind still tried to get a sense of what this creature was. Then it was probing her face, her head thrashing back and forth. “Ewww!!! Gross! Stop it!” She strained against the tentacle looped around her arms, no good. Others moved into the sleeves of the robe she wore giving her shivers at the squirming sensation that was sweeping over her.

The robe remove though the hood was still kept in place. By then she stopped struggling learning that it was useless. Her mind focused on what she could do in order to escape but her senses as limited as they were she had yet to discover any opportunities.

Her eyes went wide as she felt a touch to her breasts, quite sensitive due to Tidal's exploits her nipples were already hard at the barest of contact. Her chest had been quite sensitive since that day. “Ah!”

She gasped though it didn't stop there. Other tentacles moved up her legs working their way closer to her sex. She fought the urge to struggle again hating herself, hating the fact that she was so helpless. Being a control freak it really ate at her when control had been taken from her.

Revising her thoughts a little she began to think that it had some intelligence. It was leaving her access to breath from even if the air inside that hood had been warm and stale it was breathable. Her eyes had closed at some point given the appendage that had been working over her features, not that she could have seen any way.

She tried something not expecting it to work. Etolie didn't plead or beg knowing that she didn't listen to her victims she hardly considered that one would let her go without good reason. She didn't know why she spoke, maybe she was still gauging what she was dealing with.

“L-Let me up. I can't go anywhere.” Her heart still beat quickly given the situation she was in. Still she really didn't expect a response, just because it allowed her to breath didn't mean it was very bright after all.

At her cute gasp, he halted the inspection of her chest. Did she have a broken rib to react like that? Focusing his senses on the nodules that caressed her perky tits, he noticed that her nipples were erect already. A shudder ran through her body as he made absolutely sure that she didn't have any broken bones from her previous fall. He did note that her breasts were unusually flushed and sensitive to the touch. Withdrawing the larger probe, he switched to the smaller tentacles so as not to overload her.

Had she been playing with herself before I so rudely interrupted? I really can't tell under the robe...

She tried to vocalize something. The accent was different - perhaps a regional dialect? He didn't quite catch what she meant, so after a few seconds, he got back to working on undressing her. He then stopped again - what if the girl had warned him of the campus security? So he turned his senses outward for a moment to see if any others were headed their way. The closest set of footsteps he could sense was four floors down, far to his left.

I shall make sure they do not detect your... extracurricular activity, human. Relax.

Working calmly as he disrobed the girl, he wondered why she hadn't sprouted wings yet. As he pulled the hood tighter over her head, he noticed a strange adornment mounted on a golden filigree chain hanging from her neck. Gold was a pliable, weak metal. A decent conductor, but it was nothing compared to the superconductor cables they preferred to use. It had been one great mystery as to why humans would bother with such scrap. However, judging by just how well it had been polished and kept clean - it must've been a trinket, perhaps of some sentimental value? If he destroyed it, not even the mind-altering drugs he could secrete could 'wash away' such a memory. So, looping the smallest appendage he had, he lifted the chain from her neck, carefully removing it without snagging her hair and placed it on one of the nearby desks, clear of where she was pinned down.

The soft sound of the chain clinking together reached her ears.

Her chest had been a cup larger once upon a time after Tidal experimented on her. The temporary effects shouldn't have had any side effects but they had. Tidal was pretty good at not explaining something or mentioning things as an after thought. Nothing had been broken, over all she had injured her knee a little but nothing bad.

Larger tentacles had been replaced by smaller ones finding that she was more sensitive there then most other students though the area had always been an erogenous zone of hers that was clearly the case now. She shivered, gritting her teeth yet gasping at that movement, one that denoted pleasure or maybe even a ticklish nature rather than one of pain.

Something looped over the chain of her locket. “No! Don't -” She struggled again then went still when she heard the clunk of the locket as it was set down out of the way. She had lost the locket once, Tidal took it and it had required a good deal of effort to get it back. For a while she went without wearing it to keep it somewhat safe but upon seeing it within her jewelry box not long back she felt the nostalgia hitting her and took to wearing it again.

Her heart rate had spiked for a moment. It did not yank the chain from her neck, nor did she hear the spring of the clasp as it was opened so she didn't think that it was curious of the piece. Like her clothes it seemed that it had wanted it out of the way. Thinking that the piece had been safe she relaxed again, her heart rate was still elevated of course but it was slower now.

She had once more turned her attention to what had snared her, some worm-like thing with lots of tentacles both big and small filled her mind. Quite clear that she couldn't match it strength for strength and running wasn't an option she ran through what this thing was.

It was using care so that she could still breath shifting here and there to keep her pinned as her clothes were stripped from her one after another. Tentacles flowing and squirming all about her, exploring her. A chill ran along her spine, her sex moistened in response to the mere touch on her breasts.

“Oh!” Another gasp, there was little that she could do in the situation except for wait for what was to come as she resigned herself in not escaping.

As his catch seemed to calm down and ease her tension, he nodded to himself more than at her.

Good girl.

He continued to leisurely strip his prisoner until she was utterly nude - disregarding her minute vocalizations, but making sure not to damage any of her clothes, folding each piece of cloth away to the side with practiced care until he adjusted his eye palps to admire his catch properly. Pressing several larger shafts between her legs, he gently swung her around until she lay face-up, her eyes covered by her hood and the rest bared for his inspection. He took note of the fact that she wasn't using any magic at all at this point. No transformations, no defensive shields, nothing.

There we go. You're different from the last one, but I'm sure we can work something out...

The smaller tentacles exploring her chest began to rub themselves into her cleavage, teasing her flesh lightly with some light touches, while the smallest set of feelers began to investigate her erect nipples. Lowering his main body onto hers to study her up close, he admired her perky curves, flushed tits and tight hips for a few moments before letting his roving tendrils tease and caress her body. Several sucker-tipped tentacles crawled upon her exposed chest as he teased her tits, slowly directing his attention down to her lower body, the shafts that poked around her soaked sex lightly tapping it to lubricate its heads in her lustful secretions.

I don't really understand why you're not transforming, but you're still very cute... what's this?

She had a bruise on her knee - perhaps from where she had fell when he made his first move? The injury must have certainly be the cause of her initial panicking, he reasoned. Perhaps he should do something about it because despite the fact that her cute pussy was drooling wet, she was still quite tense.

Consider it a special service because you're so cute.

First, he applied a layer of what she perceived to be soothing gel to the swelling, the cool substance working to ease the effects of the injury as it was spread onto her skin. Followed closely by using her panties as a bandage, he made sure to tie it properly in a way that she wouldn't kick it off in an orgasmic spasm.

There we go. Now, back to what we were doing before...

Stripped she could feel that coolness sweeping over her body then she found herself being flipped onto her back. Her head was still covered and she couldn't see but she let out another sharp gasp as those sensitive orbs were touched sending shivers straight through her.

Her imagination was worse than seeing what was happening to her. This thing struck her as sentient in some way taking care with her clothing rather than taring into her straight away like some sort of beast. She was still bound up and could do little to fight against it.

Tendrils continued to course up along her legs, those tips gathering up the moisture that she exuded with her breasts being handled the way they were. Rough or gentle didn't matter now given the alteration that had been made to her physiology. She was excited from that mere touch.

Then there was something unusual. A coolness applied to her knee, numbing it in the process where she no longer felt the dull ache. The gel didn't even sting as it was applied to her. Her knee tingled almost as if it had fallen asleep. There was no pain but it was doubtful that she would be able to place any weight on it straight.

What she imagined was a bandage had been wrapped about her leg. She had no idea what was being used of course. Though as the makeshift bandage was applied to her she found herself speaking beneath that hood as muffled as those words were.

“Thank you.” It sort of slipped out without her thinking about it. She knew what was next, what was in store for her. Stripped of power in the moment Etolie sought to get some of it back the only way she knew how under the circumstance.

Her legs opened up spreading wide apart rather than struggling to keep them closed. She had thought about the later though she knew that it would ultimately do no good save for prolong matters a little longer. She could not hope to brake that grasp nor was there anyone around that she could have distracted it with not that she could have gotten away.

There was the security guard but she reasoned calling out for him would only make matters worse. In addition being discovered in this abysmal state was too shameful even given what laid in store for her.

There you go. You humans can be perfect partners when you put your mind to it.

The way she relaxed as he bound up her bruise, he knew that she was ready. So, to reward her with a little something to do rather than just lay there and moan, he shifted his position over her, and lowered two more nodule-laden tentacles over the palms of her hand, gently poking at her fingers to get her attention.

Adjusting his grip on her hands, he shifted from her wrists to her forearms to give her a little freedom since she seemed to be the polite, obedient type. Returning his attention back to her perky chest, he amused himself by teasing her with slight - almost playful strokes as her breasts began to flush a little more. Rewarding her adorable little gasps by slowly zeroing in on her erect nipples, he let the sucker-tips slide onto her rosy nubs and after a few seconds to align itself, it began to suck on her tits. Lightly, for now - but as the slick shaft began to caress its bumpy-textured undersides against her clit, the pace slowly began to pick up.

Feel free to make more of those cute sounds. You don't need to worry about that security guard, I'd say h- oh. Right, I forget... you can't hear me. Alright, lets pick up the pace...

At this stage she knew what was going to happen unless a miracle happened. And she didn't believe in them. Oddly she felt those tendrils move into her hands, their probing making her quite aware of their presence. She had to fight the chill that rushed down her spine at the feeling of things crawling and slithering over her.

She wasn't aware what it was attempting on doing as that hold left her wrists only to curl around her forearms instead. Then it struck her. It wasn't doing anything. It wanted her to do something.

“Oh?” At least she had inferred this but she really didn't have much time to process that or determine if her assumptions were correct as it brought more attention to her sensitive chest. “Ah!”

It did more than just touch. This time she imagined suckers as they surrounded those hard nipples and sucked against them. More heat flowed through her and if her face had been revealed he would have seen a red blush staining her cheeks.

“Is … ah … this …. ah …. what you want?” Her hands moved against the tendrils in her hand moving down then upward as she stroked them. They had not been as slimy as her mind envisioned being rather smooth.

Her back arched as if a jolt of electricity found it's way through her. Her clit had been brushed against throbbing with the flow of blood that raced through her at the excitement that had aroused her. “Oooh!” Her eyes were pressed closed tightly as her head tipped back beneath the hood that obscured her features.

The movements of her hands paused for a moment, then collecting herself they began moving once more.

This was quite a miracle for him. Bound and helpless before him was a real human being - just like in those 'doujins' the ancient ones would trade for minerals and comms data. Not a subspecies, not a polymorphic, exotic life form - but a real human being who was doing his bidding. His hearts swelled with pride as he imagined himself on the footsteps of those technological and scientific masters of the known universe who had once ruled the galaxy b-

“Oooh!”

He had almost lost himself in another daydream when the girl's needy moan snapped him back to reality.

How very rude of me. How about I make it up to you with this?

With that, he shifted the shaft that was rubbing her clit with a smaller, fingerlike set of tendrils that began to suck at her button - followed closely by him inserting the bumpy length that had made itself comfortable playing on her mound earlier. Thanks to the lubrication that his victim/volunteer had provided, the first inch of the length slid into her waiting cunt. Then, with outrageous slowness, it began to slowly work its way into her - inch by excruciating inch began to disappear into her.

Another gasp from her reminded him that he had left her mouth untouched this whole time. A brilliant red blush working its way across her cheek where the he had folded up the a little to let her breathe freely told him that she needed more. Obliging with what he thought was her unspoken request, he slid a tough, leathery tentacle slowly around her neck, then touched her soft lips with the tip.

The little control that she exerted had her hands moving against those tendrils in her hands. She held them tight enough so as not to drop them and allow them to move if they so wanted, not that she had suspected that they would. She had no idea as to how sensitive they were and didn't want to grab them too hard which may go badly for her in the long run.

That teasing tentacle retracted from her clit which still thrummed with each beat of her heart. Soon that touch had been replaced getting her to cry out again. This one had been different and while it's assault of her breasts continued she could feel it shifting a tendril lower feeling it push up inside her a moment later.

“Oh God!” She couldn't help herself. That tendril pushed inside her warm wet body that clung against it automatically. Muscles couldn't hold it in place as it sailed deeper, inch after inch she had no idea when it would stop.

A warmth fired through her as those muscles rippled around that intruder. Then she felt another of those tendrils coiling about her neck. She was panicked at first thinking that it might try suffocating her but the hold did little more than hold her in place and prop her head up a little. The back of her skull cushioned by it. Then the probing of her lips made it clear what it had been after.

She could have fought it but what was the point? And with it coiled around her neck like so it may have been a bad move on her part. Besides how long could she hope to remain silent already feeling that heat sweeping through her stimulated body.

So she opened her mouth licking against the smooth surface and inviting that tendril in. Fellatio wasn't her strong point. Until coming to the campus she barely had any experience there unless one counted lubing up a dildo with her mouth.

Still she did her best applying the knowledge she had received on the time at this island, her lips pressing around the tendril just as her pussy closed around the other. She murmured against the tendril in her mouth, moans she was unable to hold back as her pleasure continued to grow. She could feel her body's betrayal building up, heating up as it approached boiling point.