Hm, so humans have different preferences, which are not readable even by studying their subspecies - requiring that each individual be checked completely at first. he considered this new information. Well, there goes another theory into the trash.

“What's the hurry? Have someplace to be?” She teased making a gesture with one of her hands for another tentacle.

"I suppose." he responded, bemused at this girl's bravery in facing the unknown. "... or, perhaps it has."

The thing in her bosom picked up the pace, its lubricated length sliding in and out, faster and faster as she made her query. And with a final twitch, it began to paint the canyon between her cute tits with a thicker liquid that felt slightly warm on her tits, the stifling gel soon being worked into her skin by the turgid tool that refused to stop, or even go flaccid even after it had unloaded its contents onto her chest - followed closely by the flatter tentacles eagerly massaging her perky breasts and rubbing away at her nipples.

After a moment, she felt the alien length withdraw, and right then and there she felt another one slide in between her breasts. Blindfolded as she was, the only thing she had going now was the slowly tingling sensation between her cleavage as whatever he had just spewed on her made her sense of touch come alive. This new length was slightly less erect than the thing that had just left - but she noted that it had an unusual texture - its length was lined with small nodules that felt rather rubbery to the touch. From her left, something well-lubricated, its length and scent somewhat familiar coiled - slid around her wrist before finding her palm.

"What will you do now?" he responded, as he finally slid a third length around her shoulders and gave the skin of her neck a slow caress.

He hadn't stopped, the tentacle moving against her chest until she felt the explosion and the following release against her. The substance felt odd … it didn't feel like an aphrodisiac, she had been drugged before. Rather the substance awakened her senses making her more alert to what was around her, what she could sense.

Feeling the substance warm up as the friction of the tentacle moved against her. Nothing had splattered her face, nothing that she had felt though he seemed more focused on her breasts. Maybe it was the proximity of that release but her breasts glowed with the attention that he had brought to them.

Her skin burned though not in an unpleasant way as if she rub muscle relaxant against her skin. This extended to her shoulders as he massaged them. Another tentacle, different than the last wound itself around her waist and lifted up to sit in her hand. This one appeared to be larger than the last and had some ridges along it's surface where the last was smooth.

Questioned she rose her chin up then flicked a tongue against the tip. Daphnee was still getting a sense of him taking risks here and there as she processed what she had learned. He was both eager and not eager at the same time. He didn't hold back though at the same time he didn't just hold her down and ravish her. So she had concluded that he had some limits but gave her certain liberties.

She formulated an answer in what had been two or three seconds. “Oh? And why should you have all the fun?”

A rhetorical question. With one hand she pulled aside her panties. The other guided the tentacle beneath the one that was stirring her clit up. The end rubbed against her moist slit as she brushed it first up then down repeating the process a couple of times working herself up. Then she set it against her, paused then began to press down on that tentacle as she held it steady.

“It feels ...” she searched her mind for words, that substance upon her working against her senses. “... different.”

But good at the same time she didn't add as she pressed all that she felt comfortable in taking inside herself before lifting up while drawing the tentacle out most of the way before pressing in back inside with a purr.

She talked like this as if she had .... fantasized about an encounter like this. Witnessing an absolute opposite of his own situation was quite the surreal experience. How many times did he fantasize about acquiring a domesticated human girl by trading with the Ancients, or perhaps finding a colony of extant humans? The elders would have called it a foolish fantasy, and disregarded his collection of hentai as 'one of them young people fads' as long as he did his job properly. Now, slowly working length over length to slowly worm their way around her, he shuddered in barely-contained delight as she seemed to willingly submit to his needs without him even giving orders was quite thrilling.

The way she had some snark left in her was still amusing as well.

“Oh? And why should you have all the fun?”

"Harsh, toots. Haaarsh. And after all that talk of audience participation too. Why should I have the fun? Because I'm the audience!" he switched back to the Frank's voice for a moment, before continuing on with his normal voice. "Still, it's not really right if the performer isn't having fun right along with the audience, isn't it?"

He watched as she tried to get the length that had been curiously exploring her snatch into her nethers, curious to see how she would handle it when she would hopefully realize that she was going up against a rather long, well-muscled and sucker-loaded tentacle. It was just the spongy, fleshy tip she was satisfied with working on for now - purring like a cute catgirl as she worked the head into herself, using her natural lubrication to slide the thing into her. Maybe he should tell her what she was wrestling with. On the other end, it'd be quite the erotic display if she somehow, against all the laws of physics, managed to take the entirety of the large tentacle into her body. The suckers and ridged muscles shifting around its length would keep her occupied for quite a long while.

"Looks like you're having quite the fun time as well." he told her. "Good, good..."

Several more ridged tentacles continued to explore her breasts and neck - and she noticed three narrow lengths working around her in particular - each circular head dripping with that scented liquid that had splashed itself on her breasts. One prodded at her neck, the 'orb' revealing itself as a sucker as it latched lightly onto her neck. The two others settled above her left breast and just below her ribs respectively, slowly oozing out a light dose of that unusual liquid that seemed to numb those three points for a moment before leaving her skin a lot more sensitive - even able to feel the insides of the suckers as they locked in on her.

"There we go, just in case..."

They remained stock still on her, while more of the lengths continued to explore her body, giving particular attention to her arms, neck, breasts and waist while a smaller length explored her rear, slowly zeroing in on her (so far)untouched rear. The smaller lengths exploring her tits seemed to tire, withdrawing for a moment before fresh lengths replaced them, stiffer lengths exploring her chest with nodule-lined ends as it seemed to 'map' her out completely.

Daphnee was unusual in respects of submission over fighting or even flight, at least when things were likely to be pain free or not life threatening. Early on she had to deal with plenty of suffering, from strangulation, brutal bondage and even being boiled alive. One found that she was more cooperative when she could avoid these things. The first major change was with Kakumaoh where he had released her from bondage at a time that she had dreaded it more than now. He even took a chance with her meeting her later not that she had even considered braking there arrangement afraid of what the consequences would be.

Throughout the years Daphnee managed to make some small bargains. She knew she wouldn't be released but she could delay matters when busy and even collected skills and learned things through her interactions. Not all of them had been sexual all the time. Her role as Vera's Pet and Prefect had taught her things that she could apply out of the realm of sex. That was what most of them had been here for but some had interests outside of it. She even got to go on a freaking space ship. Well, she discovered three of them so far. One she had been abducted to for a time, another she had never been in and the last had been Ania's which she could access.

Her senses were strong. She could smell the secretions he was making as tentacles moved about her. The one attaching itself to her neck had a sucker that began to caress her skin. A mouth like a lamprey? She couldn't be certain. Those suckers could serve as fingers for all she knew.

“Nice ...” She cooed feeling the others latch on. Her vision blocked her other senses heightened through the application of that lotion. The tentacle she pressed inside her felt the tight warmth of her body folding around it. She could feel the uneven texture playing against her inner walls. Breasts being played with she halted for a moment, then continued.

Kakumaoh was large indeed and she had managed, with incredible effort, to take him all in. The attempt had been made out of gratitude with there little arrangement. Now she knew that she could take things in of a size that didn't seem possible at first glance. This time the lotion enhanced the feel of that length where each additional inch appeared as if it would be her last. Still, she pressed on pausing ever so often when it didn't seem as if she could handle any more.

“Gawd ...” She gasped, eyes pressed closed even farther in an effort to conquer the lotions effects. “Slow ...”

Her hands reached out in front of her laying flat against his torso. They slid up and down as she leaned forward sticking her ass out as that tentacle swam against it. Giving him a better view of what he was doing while at the same time kissing and licking over his torso.

That tentacle had been left to him to command. Her well trained muscles rippled against it from top to bottom then bottom to top. Each motion of her body delighting her with the enhanced sensations. Not that it took her much to cum. She had never been trained in regards of holding back. She was made to endure long periods and had plenty of stamina however.

The first segment of the tentacle finally disappeared into her body and his makeshift speaking organ let out a jumble of flesh-on-flesh noises as she pressed down on it, taking in the massive length that now attempted to narrow its tapered tip as it was slowly driven through her nethers and into her depths, the muscles of her vagina similarly attempting to crush the girthy intruder. Impressed with her resolve to pleasure herself on his tentacle which he had deemed to be too large for her at first, he let her rest upon his central section, just below the triple-hinged jaws that lay open, silently 'breathing' by moving its breathing organ intake back and forth as she continued to push herself to the limit. Little by little, the hard limits of the human body began to be noticeable as her cunt took several more inches of the throbbing, muscular tentacle.

"My turn now..." he breathes out, as the languorous tentacles slowly working around her arms and legs suddenly tightened, driving her down upon the nodule-lined, sucker-bearing length as she let out a low moan of orgasmic delight. The nodules and suckers on the tentacle's length bloomed to life as he began to fuck her hard in response, the ridges and bumps on its length finding all her good spots and after a moment to learn exactly where they were, it continued to service her as each upthrust brought it ever closer to her cervix.

An unfamiliar heat began to twitch through the massive length that he had driven into her. Getting a better grip on his scientific research partner, he pushed the length in and out of her as the nodules and ridges continued to slowly grow - but it seemed at this point, she was at her limit. Just a little more and he would be ready. While his body prepared the tentacle that was now eagerly fucking the girl's soppy-wet nethers, he took the time to explore her rear, finally getting a narrower, more tapered length to lick around her quivering butthole after a slightly confused moment at her position.

This new tentacle didn't exactly penetrate her ass right away. Instead, it took its time exploring the area around her ass, taking in her perky ass's adorable shape, and and when it was time for him to go deeper, it formed a sharp, tapered end as it sat at her rim, slowly working the dripping gel he had sprayed her with onto her sensitive cunt and asshole. The sudden spike in sensation gave her a slight orgasm as he finally lined the smaller shaft up against her quivering hole, and then began to slowly drive in the thing inside her. This time, he did not have the advantage of her own motions, so he had to make do.

Meanwhile, the tongue-like tentacles teasing her nipples pulled back away from her, revealing her erect nubs. As she felt the slower lengths withdraw, she suddenly felt a larger tentacle jaw 'sniffing' around her bosom before zeroing in on her erect nipples. Blindfolded, she had no idea how a tentacle could suddenly peel back, revealing a strong sucker at its tip. It waited only long enough for her to get a good feel for the thing as it shuffled around exploring her breasts before latching onto her erect nipples. Once he had a good pattern down for the 'suck, rest, repeat' pattern, he would have to make sure that this girl received her full satisfaction.

Daphnee could feel the heat within her. Not intense like fire but stronger than any other member she had experienced thus far. Heat flaring against her as her body tensed up as it rose up on her knees. She drew in a sharp intake of breath. While she could take the length it was definitely no easy feat and strained her severally with the rapid movements. That she could not adjust to as it roughly fucked her.

“Slow – Argh!!!” Frozen in place she attempted to bare with the tentacle. Shivering against it while she felt another exploring her ass. Smaller than the other she felt that caress circle around her anus. More of that lotion serving both to massage her flesh and lubricate it.

The smaller tentacle teased her. Far more manageable the the larger one currently filling her she found that it was in contrast to it too as it slowly advanced. Having been trained thoroughly by that demon Daphnee was tight back there, muscles closing around the tentacle even as a tremor ripped through her those slight movements straining against her letting her know just how full and stretched out she was.

Half grunt and half moan made it passed her lips. Other sensations struck her at the same time too. Tentacles on her chest came free of her breasts leaving her hard nipples exposed until suckers latched on to them like tiny mouths. Another release, stronger than the last had been growing within her, each trembling sensations keenly felt due to his size.

Daphnee remained still attempting to focus on those training exercises that Slimer had taught her in an effort to counter the tentacles roughness. Knots, he told her to envision knots and untying them. It was tricky, her concentration wavered at times. Focusing when under the effects of his aphrodisiac was tough, focusing on it while attempting to ignore what was happening to her body wasn't something she had been skilled with. Still she could manage such a state for spurts.

More of a safe guard it limited her requiring her focus on the task at hand she became less responsive overall while her body was bombarded with sensual input. Her breathing growing a little ragged as she attempted to endure that larger tentacle while the others continued to assist pushing her closer to the brink of her impending release. It was just a matter of time before her conditioned body came undone despite any pain or discomfort she felt.

Seems like this is as far as you can go for now...While he held the outward appearance of fucking her hard, he measured his motions precisely so as not to rip her apart - rather, using the sensitive nodules to sense just where her flesh would clench and shift as he struck her preferred spots while avoiding the areas that showed strain and exhaustion. He kept at it for a bit, listening to her moans and slightly slowing down when she managed to gasp out a single word - before another spasm took her.

At the other end, utilizing one of her spasms to work open her ass - the narrower tentacle with the lumpy head worked its way into her ass proper, its not-as-girthy length more ridge than surface as it continued to press past her sphincter, and the warm length finally wriggled into her depths. Waiting patiently for the next spasm, he began to similarly work this new length into her innards, the slow - relaxed pace forming a contrast to the large tentacle eagerly getting off into her cunt.

More of his lubricant/gel soaked lengths worked their way around her tits, the substance forming a curious trail of spirals that left behind a cornucopia of new sensation as he worked on playing with her tits as well. The jawed suckers had gotten used to her flesh - picking out a pace that felt just right on her skin as they continued to work on her, while threadlike feelers continued to explore and tease her chest as a fresh pair of tentacles with soft, spade-like heads massaged the back of her neck.

The segmented thing in her cunt reached its threshold, and began to draw out as its fleshy nodules throbbed and quivered - and a chance contact with the inside of her thigh was enough for the thing to start violently spewing more of that gel onto her stomach, cunt and between her legs. Compared to the mild gel that he had shot between her breasts to lubricate them, this stuff felt like it had a proper kick to it; her skin's sense of touch catapulting to such clarity that she could feel every ridge, tiny fold and sucker that adorned the lengths that held her legs down. In fact, her quivering clit could almost sense the movement of air as a new length emerged from the mass of motion that was the creature's central body.

This new intruder, with a coiled, tapered head formed by three separate heads fused into one, moved expertly between her legs before settling on her drooling cunt. Instead of penetrating her right away, it began to use its sides to 'push' the sense-enhancing gel onto her vaginal folds, sweeping its head up and down with precise motions to keep her on edge while he worked to prepare her fully.

"This is nice."

He slowed, thankfully. That length was big and deep. Even before the nodules began to swell within her she had felt stretched. With something that size it was all too easy to tare her apart. The thrusts were still strong but slower, more manageable. Her entire passage tingled as it pressed into her practically lifted her off her knees before sliding back down only to repeat the process.

The smaller tentacle took advantage of those quakes inside her. Advancing with each spasm as her insides quaked in response. Slow and steady in moved inside her. Daphnee felt both tentacles inside her, rubbing against each other with the narrow passage of skin separating them.

“Oh fuck!” She gasped, little quivers becoming bigger ones as she sealed herself down upon him. Her whole body shivered as it came undone. With his slower movements she began to move as well pressing down then back and it's reverse. Her labors were slow as she staved off pain for the bliss of pleasure.

Other attention had been paid to her breasts that rose and fell with each movement. They were sucked on, played with generating small gasps, cooes and moans. A second full strength orgasm hit her as she felt the gush of his release inside her. Screaming out in pleasure she felt those enhanced sensations hit her.

Every bump and nodule, the flow of cum as it traveled through her or had been scooped up into her. The air that circled her, brushed against her clit. Her nipples buzzed. Every fiber of her being felt alive.

“Gawd! So good,” Leaning forward she kissed at the torso before her. One hand still upon it, the other blindly searching for another tentacle that wasn't engaged. If there had been none she would settle on drawing away one from her breast first licking it and getting a sense of it's structure.

Even her sense of taste had been heightened, before the tentacle didn't taste much different than others she had experienced. This time had been different though she was unable to pinpoint a flavor which tasted familiar but different at the same time. She even tasted a hint of herself though she didn't make that connection since it hadn't been she juices that she was liking off right then.

“What is happening?” She asked attempting to make sense of what was going on.

As she reached out into the air, another arm-sized tentacle twisted around her wrist - its length slick; and utterly overrun with curious, throbbing 'veins' that emanated a slow heat as it snuggled against her open palm, letting her fingers rub against its oddly-shaped head. Unlike the others, this one had a fleshy wall for a head, a sudden end that terminated in what felt to her fingers as a series of clefts and bumps instead of a proper tentacle of which the flesh moved around her fingers with ease as she explored the new length. She had brought it up for a lick when she realized just how good it smelled. It remained still as it was brought up to her mouth, making tiny - almost inaudible squeaks as she ran her hand down its length.

The thing in her cunt suddenly stopped - it remained stock still as her cunt's muscles crushed the alien length in response to its sudden halt. Without warning, it spurted several more shots of that gel - thicker, stronger than ever; right into her already-aroused nethers as it slid away, utilizing her own lubrication combined with his own secretions let him slide out from her despite her cunt's silent protests as her sensitivity spiked when the gel began to slowly work directly into her flesh.

Next is... he grunted as another tentacles - slightly smaller than the last, but demonstrating incredible agility and flexibility, coiled between her thighs and began to slide into her well-worked nethers without missing a beat as the larger tentacle was drawn out from her. This new length was a completely different deal from the first, its triple heads coiled together to form a large, singular head. Its lengths were filled with quivering ridges, eager suckers and powerful nodules that already were filling up her sensory input from her drooling pussy. Making use of the huge amounts of lubrication still left in her, it began to slide in - this length relaxedly flowing towards her cervix.

“What is happening?” She asked attempting to make sense of what was going on.

Perhaps you're having fun. he thought to himself.

The scent of the tentacle was rich in the open air. Exploring the new texture with a hand she licked and sucked on it, an action broken up by her gasps. First minuscule then one sharp one as she felt the powerful spurts going off inside her. Her sense of touch had been awakened where the liquid felt intense as it rushed through and into her.

“Ahhh!” Then she felt him work his way out despite clenching muscles that tried to hold him in place. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, she felt some of that seed leaking out of her the sound of it splattering to the wooden stage was loud in her ears while the flow along her inner thighs were in soaked into her stockings felt as if a raging river had been flowing over her.

Another tentacle replace the larger one. This one felt as if a bunch of them were joined together, at least it had felt that way. She didn't know it was a single one given the three heads that when pressed together had a hard time in getting inside her. Once that head vanished inside her the rest of the length was smaller.

It was far easier to work with, the triple head working through those wet nethers. It was a different sensation than the last one. It was tougher to envelop like the last since the tip prevented her from closing over the shaft as well. But she tried nevertheless and did a pretty good job of it.

At one point she felt both tentacles rubbing up against one another, the friction intense causing her to gasp again. He had not answered her leaving Daphnee to work out what was happening on her own. Obviously he had done something, a byproduct of that liquid? Her senses seemed more alive once she felt it splashing over her, senses that amplified with that infusion of cum.

The new tentacle felt easier to deal with. She moved up, down, back, forward then up again all on her knees as she worked the two tentacles within her. A third being nuzzled by her lips while a collective fourth worked over her breasts. She had experienced orgasms before, this one that had been building felt no stronger than what she had experienced before and yet it was. Every intake of breath felt like a tremor. Each tremor felt like an earthquake.

She got a feel for the new tentacle. It felt as if it were easier to deal with over all. Her movements, as intense as this all felt, didn't cause any discomfort. “F-Faster ...” She paused from licking that tentacle. “Fuck me.”

“F-Faster ...” She paused from licking that tentacle. “Fuck me.”

"Ain't right to leave you hanging after you asked all cute-like, girl. Lets dance." Frank's voice now. Whatever it was really was enjoying mimicking this new voice she had given him.

The sound of a low creak of wood as the beams echoed in her head as it strained under the... whatever was moving as it easily pushed apart the wooden panels of the stage - the coils on her wrists stiffening as he slowly pushed her off what seemed to be his central body, slowly laying her on her back upon the stage - several fleshy lengths already lounging below her when she she was lowered onto the stage; making for a relatively comfortable place for her body instead of the smooth hardwood floor that was the stage. The thing in her hand - the bumpy, squeaky one; was making some strange noises, as if it was hyperventilating from all that erotic pleasure she had given it. With an odd muttering, it began to spray a fine mist onto her face - one that easily passed through her body and worked to subdue some of the pain she felt even now.

Blindfolded, tied up and pressed down on her arms and legs by those larger tentacles as several smaller lengths of variable sizes continues to explore her body - paying particular attention to her breasts, her lithe waist, her shapely legs and her delicate figure. The pair of large tentacles with the odd jaws finally seemed to tire of sucking on her breasts and shifted away - only for a new pair of quivering lengths to jostle them aside, teasing her nipples again with a series of narrow - hairlike feelers as they seemed explore her cute teats, then her whole breasts. Sprayed with the unusual liquid that had enhanced her senses, each of the 'feelers' felt like a firm hand, teasing and caressing her tits and nipples.

The odd, tapered dick in her cunt had immediately picked up the pace on her request - the tough, fleshy head working to fuck her just so as it disentangled itself from her legs to properly dive into her. The muscular, agile segment continued to easily pick out her good spots - as if it had learned everything the previous intruder had experienced as it continued to slide across her cervix with each powerful thrust, the ridged sides easily stimulating all her good spots. He could take her fully - but first, he had to make sure she could take it all. Sure, she had eagerly worked her way onto one of the largest central-segment tentacles with some effort - but if he rushed things, he could very well break her. So, he would settle for a careful pace this time.

Her naturally lubricated vagina proved an easy passageway for this alien cock that now continued to fuck her. Her juices, mixed with the gel that even now seemed to draw out her body's sensitivity, continued to form a long-lasting lubricant that seemed to both warm up her lust, while relaxing her muscles completely as he loomed over her. Pounding away at her snatch, the monstrous thing in her hand that had sprayed her let out a low purr of satisfaction as it continued to billow up again - this time, its scent seemed to shift slightly before this thought was obliterated by his cock picking up the pace.

"...But you know, you really should say please." he finished, his voice again appearing strained by effort.

Daphnee could hear the shifting of the stage. More wood being cast aside or it shifting probably around that hole she reasoned. Next she found herself being laid back, the texture beneath her wasn't wholly wooden. A cushion of tentacles had been beneath the bulk of her body. It was impossible for her to make out what he had been. Lots of tentacles of various sizes and shapes there was a central mass, a torso of some sort.

The quickest image she had was a large ball with all these tentacles branching off of it but she knew that that couldn't be right.

The tentacle in her grasp made a different noise, she noted, before a fine mist washed over her features. That substance working beneath her pores. The tentacles on her chest disengaged only to be replaced after her breasts bounce a few times. Smaller ones, some even spaghetti thin, gripped and played with both breasts and nipples.

“Ah!” She gasped softly then louder as she felt it swim inside her, slowly pressing into her wet clenching folds. Her back ached in response, legs widening. The smaller tentacle had been way more easier to deal with. Even so it slowly build up speed before stirring her insides up. Gel and juices combining in a strange cocktail.

“Gawd! OH! YES!” She practically squealed, her own hips shifting from side to side though she lacked the freedom of movement to make much of an effort.

Walls clenched down on him, tight one moment and relaxing in the next as her body had been engulfed in pleasure. Releasing against him but soldiering through that orgasm her cries muffled only when she went back to sucking the tentacle in her hand that she had forgotten about for a long moment.

The scent had been different now. What could that mean? Had it been tied with it's release? Did his kind communicate with scent? It didn't matter too much as she went to work. Her tongue motioning over the tentacle pausing only when she heard Frank's voice once more.

Daphnee wasn't one to beg. She despised it, especially after it never working in her favor during her first year. Still, there was something to asking nicely. The two were too close, encouraging one to humiliate her or break her down to such a low state that she refused to be in again. If the guests were going to torment her that was their business but at least she could simply accept her fate without giving them the satisfaction. Besides, she felt the truly sadistic ones would find more interesting targets the next time around. She hoped to deter repeated visits. Some had come back while she was in her begging and pleading stage but not since she had ceased doing so after her second year.

“Maybe … AH … you should be the one to ask nicely … I could … OH … just lay back and do nothing ...” Still she attempted to move flowing over him again in such a short time frame. Still, she had not slowed down even if she had been having trouble speaking with this input to her senses and the pleasure that embraced her at the same time.

She had taken quite a while to reply, that for a moment he feared that he had broken her mind permanently - left her as a meat-sack puppet who could only experience the moment due to permanent brain damage from sensory overload. He was about to let her go free and run some emergency diagnostics when she finally yelped out her approval of what he was doing to her. A low rumble of air escaped his gills as she finally managed to respond to take this new length into her completely.

Sometimes I forget just how pleasurable this is for a human.

Leaning down to make sure he wasn't pulling too hard on her limbs, finding an adequate balance in her shoulders and central spine's tension as she arched her back to fully take the length - he adjusted his angle to give her some variation to her nethers, slowly swirling the shaft in small, concentric circles as he eased off on her, waiting patiently for a few seconds before as he fucked her drooling pussy hard once more.

For his trouble, he was rewarded by the girl's fleshy walls pressing in erotically on his length, working its way through the full length as it worked into her, natural-looking contractions with her legs as her orgasm began to bubble up to the surface. Not exactly ready yet, but by the pace of her heartbeat, the way her breathing deepened, the way her blood in her veins began to flow subtly altered as she slowly inhaled the newer scent he had sprayed into the air.

She was still somewhat belligerent, despite eagerly begging for his shaft a few minutes earlier. Maybe this was a human courtship ritual or something? Still, now that he had somewhat recovered the function of his extra-speech organ, he decided to put it to play along with her for now, for scientific purposes and his personal amusement of course.

"How cruel. How very cruel..." he replied to her, followed closely by a well-practiced short laugh - the voice shifting again as it spoke again. "And after you went all “Fuck me.” and everything. I gotter say, toots - You're pretty good at keeping a guy on his toes, ya know? Thats kinda hot in its own way, see?" Not that I have toes but you get the point...

He had emulated her voice perfectly for a moment, a short muscular spasm interrupting it as he shifted back down towards the more deep pitched 'Frank' voice before his last words returned to his 'standard tone' - more contemplative and directed at his 'self' than her. A second tentacle seemed to caress her face, its leathery length nearly dry and rough as it worked over her skin, gentle despite its large size, and obvious strength.

"Well then. Lets take this in a different direction... see if you like that more."

With that, he lifted off her body - then lifted her up by her torso, gently guiding her to the center of the stage, spreadeagled as he shifted below her, letting her derriere land on a mass of squirming tentacles that seemed to have no central center, the lengths shifting away from her perky rear as she was set down - giving her skin quite the set of sensations as he slowly pulled her forwards, letting the length in her cunt pull back - almost immediately replaced by a freshly erect, dripping with lubricant shaft as the other one began to flag in its motions as it eagerly homed in onto her slick nethers and used the lubricant she was producing to easily penetrate her. This new tentacle had no 'head', instead - a completely tapered shaft with an extremely muscular, smooth skin formed its length as it demonstrated incredible dexterity in pleasing her.

He kept at this until her own rhythmic motions finally allowed his shaft to fully penetrate her - then followed up by giving her tits some more attention. A set of 'tongue' shaped pods and finger-like tentacles explored her tits, admiring its perky and full shape, the curves and the scent of her bosom, while the narrower, worm-like things continued to tease her nipples, the smallest lengths slowly coiling around her erect nipples as the next set of suckers slid off her nubs.

The smaller tentacle had been far more manageable to deal with as her depths were plundered. It pressed in deep and quick though the angle fluctuated constantly. Either he was searching for those spots within her or more likely kept her on her toes. Her own body betrayed her subconsciously tightening whenever a delicious spot had been hit within her if she hadn't let out a gasp in response.

The voice went between the alien one and the one she had created not that long ago. It was a blend of the voice she used for her lewd Rocco puppet and her father's deep one.

“Ja! Ja! Ja!” She sang out only stopping when another tentacle rubbed up against her cheek. She took it in hand beginning to suck on the tip and get a feel for it. Daphnee fell back to her primary language, though she had been born in the US her parents only spoke German at home. She had to make the painstaking effort to learn English.

Being neglected and left alone she taught herself remarkably well. One might not even pick up on a German accent either, sometimes there was a Boston but she thought that she had trained herself off of those hard R's sometime back.

Picked up, she drew the tentacle from her mouth and might have been about to say something that had been on the tip of her tongue when she felt a seat of tentacles meeting her. She gasped again as he pulled out of her. Replacing that tentacle with a separate one. Yet she hadn't felt him cum. Had he been close? Was he pacing himself?

She hardly had the time to contemplate all of that feeling the renewed attack on her breasts. Tentacles came undone, others replaced them. Each getting a turn to suck on her, caress her. Her nipples remained at attention throughout.

Each movement and caress had been experienced in ways that she could not contemplate. Her mind rattled against the joys he brought. She went back to sucking on that tentacle guiding it into her mouth while her other arm reached out pressing against what she believed was a torso and pushing back, using the tentacles beneath her like a swing which allowed her to move over him easier. She didn't get too much speed or distance from him but the extra movement helped as she engulfed him.

Her body contracting around his, the tentacle in her mouth muffling off a cry of pleasure as she felt her release boil over saturating that tentacle in her favor. But she did not stop riding out these new sensations. Toes curled up as a shiver rushed over her.

She drew that tentacle out of her mouth so she could speak first drawing in the breath to do so. “Oh! Cum! I want to feel it inside me!” What would these new sensations bring? If these others had been something to go by it was clear that she would enjoy that sensation too.

When she started gasping in German, he eased off only slightly to make sure she wasn't screaming in pain - the cortex computer rapidly translating her words to Standard Runic eased his fears as he slowly upped his pace, letting her bounce on the tentacle as it carefully gauged her pleasure-spots, learning each point by listening to how her body sang to him when he touched the right spots. Mapping her out completely took a little more time because the process was so throughout - but at the end, he knew exactly how to move to fully please his catch.

Moving just so as to strike her preferred spots in a smooth upstroke, he watched her reactions with a bemused silence before ramping up the tentacles moving on her body. First, he eyed her still-unclaimed rear for a moment before rubbing a flat-tipped length across it, leaving behind a slick trail of warm lubrication that left her rear slightly more sensitive than before, followed closely by a set of jawed, cartilage-rimmed tentacles clamping down on her turgid nipples, while the smaller lengths surrounding her cute breasts continued to lavish her chest with attention. A few seconds later, she felt her tits getting sucked on. Hard. And as she struggled to keep up with that, he began to draw the length buried inside slowly - ever so slowly out of her before sliding its full length back into her, the tapered end of the rod kissing her cervix as it plowed into her; shifting minutely to caress her spots as it entered her again. Before she could finish her resplendent reaction, he began to pull out - then drive the length deep into her.

Faster and faster, he continued to fuck her cunt - the minuscule motions as he altered the pitch and shape of the shaft occurring near-instantly with each stroke left her panting for breath as she eagerly sucked on the tentacle that he had meant to tenderly caress her face. Mentally yielding that length to her, he continued to let her service him as he continued to fuck her.

"Looks like you're finally getting along with things. See, it feels nice when you relax, don't it?" he quizzed her, not expecting a reply - but letting her hear his voice.

“Oh! Cum! I want to feel it inside me!” she responded, her body moving on her own as she intercepted the tentacles' motions inside her and moved her hips to service the lengths plumbing her depths.

Suddenly lowering his voice into a sinister growl, he leaned forward.

"I was going to have you go first, but a gentleman can't be denying a nice girl like you, hm?"

And with that, he pressed the length in her cunt as deep as it would go, the tapered head bending around her cervix as he filled her up. With a sudden grunt, he began to spray her insides with an extra dose of his gel that worked into her nerves - drastically increasing their sensory resolution, letting her feel out the tiny bumps on the underside of this smooth shaft. The tentacles surrounding her moved yet again, as they pulled her off her previous position, and back on the the stage on to her back. The thing in her hand squeaked nervously as it began to drool out a cloud of scent markers in its confusion.

Of course, he wasn't quite done yet - as the suckers milking her tits picked up the pace, he rubbed a thick, muscular cock up and down her mons, leaving behind a slick trail of warmth on her body that left her hot and horny anew. Not exactly an aphrosidiac as it didn't work her pleasure centers - rather, this substance was similar to the material that had been rubbed into her cleavage, leaving her very aware of what was touching her. The nodules and ridges felt clear as he continued to explore her body.

"I'm not done yet..." he finally said, easing the grip on her wrists to allow her some freedom of movement for her arms. At the same time, he slightly tightened the grip of the fleshy blindfold over her eyes.