"Do you remember showing me that elevator?" he explained. "I assumed something of interest lies in the basement, as I'm sure you do - as well. It took me a while to 'melt' and properly draw it out, but this key is an exact copy of what is neede-don't move."

The shift in his voice had been instantaneous. Those two words were the only warning she got before the powerful tentacles struck her from above, coiling around her throat firmly - the fleshy lengths gently pressing up her jaw before more of those serpentine lengths coiled around her before she was pulled up in the span of a split second. Her back pressed against a wall of living flesh that adhered easily to the raised ceiling as the lengths rapidly covered her body before stiffening up.

Almost a few seconds later, the door of the chemistry lab at the far end opens and a prefect shines a light into what seems to be the empty lab.

"CAUGHT Y-ou?" she shouts triumphantly before the bitch persona drops, while her eyes survey the empty laboratory.

"... I already checked this place." the guard's voice, clearly tired from having to follow this eager beaver around complains. "Are you going to just be this way all through my shift? I'm going to miss the Ryou show if this goes any further."

"You're not being paid to watch stupid tv shows! You're being paid to keep the peace around here!" the prefect yells at him, her voice starting to become more grating as she takes out her anger at not being able to collar a 'lawbreaker' on the hapless security guard who had let her in this area in the first place. "What if someone was running a drug lab in here and you didn't notice?"

"But I did check..." the guard grunts, frustration mounting in his own voice as this girl gets on his case. The two of them walk right under her as they argue, flashing the beams of their flashlights around, trying to see any traces left by an intruder. They never point the beams up into the darkened ceiling. They don't even check the samples Etolie had set out. Their slowly mounting argument took over their attention as they circled back around to the way they had come from.

The prefect slams the door shut in frustration as the security guard right as he yells at her "I'm supposed to be watching the top floor!".

A few moments of total silence ensued before he finally spoke.

"That was close, wasn't it?" he finally whispered into her ear. "Sorry, but I can't just let you get caught like that..."

The elevator key, of course. Etolie is unaware if this building had anything as nefarious as the basements she had seen. The locked elevator hinted at some secret since the stairs went no farther than ground level. There had to be a foundation and thus a basement that only the staff could get too.

Before she could comment though tentacles dart out from the darkness above her. One coils around her neck while others reel her upward into a fleshy mass secured there.

“EHH!!!” Surprised though her lapse in concentration missed the security guard's movements. Believing that he was still somewhere on the ground level. The prefect is new. Someone she hadn't sensed at all. She watched in silence afraid that the pair might have heard her.

Etolie's mind races. She's seen the prefect before, no one she's interacted with. Etolie could only think that something happened at the dorm. A role call maybe. With someone last seeing her here? If that was the case and she was missing she was going to get demerits for sneaking out unless the prefects were aware of the attacks on the island. Students went missing from time to time.

This one had zeal in her duties. She reasoned that it could have been a dead night too or the girl had some sort of vendetta with the guard and wanted to show him up. The pair went around the room arguing to one another. Not once did they look up. Neither one hearing her earlier either.

Still her heart beat rapidly with the passing seconds. She wondered what they would do if they found her in the grasp of tentacles too … then her thoughts shifted briefly. Etolie relaxed, her eyes focusing on the pair. The guard looked like the typical overweight middle aged man here for an easy paycheck. The prefect like all the students here had been attractive. Her bitchiness radiated from here and Etolie had a bang of that feeling she hadn't had in a while.

So wrapped up in studying the gel she was oblivious to much. But in those seconds she felt that desire to put that prefect in her place. Her memory charms would erase the ordeal but for a small measure of time she would be in control. Alas she had none of her toys.

When the pair left and she was set back down Etolie nodded. “Indeed. I didn't even feel her.” Etolie paused, a thought hitting her. She had been too busy watching from the ceiling (so few people look up) that she didn't concentrate on either of them. “Was she even human? I mean I've seen her around before but ...” she trailed off not encountering a shape shifter before but she had seen all manner of strangeness and wouldn't rule that out. No, that didn't feel right. If she wasn't human then why would she have the guard present and the two seemed to be at odds with one another too.

"Well, she smelled like one." he admits, almost to himself before he turns his attentions to her. "Now then, I take it there must be a reason you take these secretive late-night expeditions... However, I can't just let you wander out here without a way to accurately sense out those who would stop you from what you want to do."

A tendril that seemed to be clad in raw, seething darkness emerges from the shadows to her right, gently caressing her face as it emitted a dusky, familiar scent that her lungs slowly drew in. Looking at it directly - despite the fact her senses were slowly returning to human thresholds was a difficult task as it seemed to shift constantly in the dark, making it look near and far away all at once. It caused her a little bit of vertigo as she avoided the worst of it by focusing her eyes to where the shadows didn't constantly shift around. It was fortunate that the laboratory was almost entirely dark.

Out of the corner of her eye, she felt - rather than saw the things slither across the walls and ceiling, nodules and ridges seeming to work like fingertips as they spread out to sense others. A menacing thing - tipped with cruel, barbed spikes and twitching muscles that reminded her of a serpent coiling to strike hovered above her for a moment, before settling above the door of the laboratory. It was nearly invisible, sitting in the shadows like that. If she hadn't tracked its slow, meandering passage across the ceiling, she would have missed it entirely.

"There... that will keep others from causing you trouble for the time being." he seemed satisfied as he turned his attention back to her - red eyes peering out at her from the darkness for a few moments before a warm, fleshy length gently covered her eyes, bringing her much-needed relief from the shifting shadows digging into her sense of balance. "Now then... lets begin. I trust you remember what to do?"

The tendrils then began to undress her, starting off with her shirt. They moved slowly - deliberately, giving her plenty of room to use her hands to join in, if she were so inclined...

“Smelled like one?” She repeats. Instantly she thinks upon that back firing on her. Trying to dominate the prefect only for her to turn the tables on her after playing into things for a time. She narrowly avoided disaster. Of course that was just a tangent thought.

“Shape shifting …” she surmised that that monster wasn't always pretending to be a prefect after all. Not that she ruled that out. “Normally I don't explore. Last time I was trying out a new incantation and needed a bit of privacy. Tonight the time got away from me with my work on the gel.”

It was so hard to focus on the tentacle that moved in to stroke her cheek. It appeared both near and far at the same time. A blur of movement heated her with the friction of it's passing. While she couldn't see him fully those red eyes caused her to reevaluate his appearance.

That tail, if it were one, had her nervous only when seeing it. She didn't think it was meant for her though it was hard not tracking it's movement in the shifting shadows. Where she not watching she would have missed those movements as it was placed above the door. It could easily fall down and strike anyone or thing that attempted to enter.

Her eyes secured she felt relief at once. That mild ache behind her eyes vanished. It was almost as if her eyes didn't want to see him at all. The glimpses had been all she would receive for now at least. She thought to ask him about it, thought about asking to see him out of curiosity but refrained. Her attention shifted away from such thoughts as she felt her shirt being unbuttoned.

“I remember.” She answered. She didn't stop him, reaching back she unzipped her skirt before wriggling it down her hips. When her shirt was unbuttoned she drew it off her shoulders, down her arms before letting it drop to the floor behind her along with the key she had been holding.

Standing before him in her under garments and shoes she blindly groped forward for something solid. That sweet smell was in the air and Etolie smiled as a thought struck her.

“You didn't want to share ...” she began. It might have sounded like a question but she went on. “Jealous? Impatient? Or maybe you just wanted me all to yourself again.”

The relief that worked through her body was palpable as the fleshy 'blindfold' worked over her eyes, the subtle tension across her body loosening up as the warm nodules easily found her eyes and let her eyelids press into their soft embrace. In time, she would have to be trained to look directly at him, but that would be for later. For now, he had other things to attend to...

“You didn't want to share ...” she observed as the tentacles unbuttoned her shirt. “Jealous? Impatient? Or maybe you just wanted me all to yourself again.”

"Well, I admit it'd be funny to have those two scream their heads off in fear while you put on a little show for them, but wouldn't the noise be difficult to you?" he responded, bemused by her effort to stay on top of the situation as she continued to undress. He rewarded her spunk by gently caressing her breasts, taking in the fine embroidery of her undergarments by gently pressing a sensory nodule to the underside of her sensitive jugs. "Besides, you haven't shared my gift with anyone either. And if you did, I would know."

The familiar sound of a rush of air - as if he was taking a deep breath, rumbled close behind her, and as she reached out, she felt narrow lengths coil around her wrists before offering themselves to her palms, steadying her as she sought out something to hold in the darkness. While these lengths were narrower than her wrist, they demonstrated a lot of strength, being formed of layer after layer of powerful muscles. The skin, while not exactly slick with lubricant, felt warm and pleasant as it throbbed in her hands. They moved along with her hands, while providing some support to keep her standing as another pair of thicker tentacles began to slowly caress her thighs.

"Now then, I believe that you know the basics of summoning, don't you?" he finally spoke.

“I suppose so,” the enhanced senses were diluted now but had yet to return to the norm. She smirked a little as the topic of the gel came up.

“I wanted to use it. I had a few targets in mind but I was torn between studying it and using it for recreation. My curiosity won out. Besides, if I managed to replicate it I could have had fun with it then.” Etolie seriously doubted that she could have accomplished that. With the lack of equipment she had and the gel being alien. There were chemical combinations that humans did not yet comprehend after all. Just studying that alone could take a life time.

With that knowledge, however, Etolie figured that if she ever got her hands on more gel she would use it rather than study it. Well observing it's effects on others was studying it in a sense she supposed. Coating Mister Happy with it and using her sex toy on others could be interesting …

Her eyelids massaged, her green lacy bra not part of the cotton white uniform. She gasped as her sensitive breasts were touched over that fabric. Her nipples were already hard and still tingling from earlier. The touch even more pleasing after she had been altered in what was suppose to be a temporary thing. Her boobs shrank back to a normal size though their sensitivity remained.

Warm tentacles looped over her wrists and worked themselves into her hands. Others caressed her thighs. “Mmm,” she purred out at the attention she received.

She made little motions with her hands bringing her palms against the lengths she held. Her thumbs pressed against them dragging her nails against them to contrast with the smooth feel of her fingers and palms.

Etolie had made two attempts at summoning. He had been there for one of them and her first, while successful, had an error in the protection circle. Fortunately she passed the buck with that one since another student was nearby. At this stage every student save for Eve would be sacrificed without a thought. Maybe not Rhaine only because there were two beings looking out for her. Two that came after her for payback after she and Tidal brutalized the blond.

“I know the basics,” she studied a lot after her first failed attempt. The protection circle was right the second time around though no demon was summoned since he arrived first. Etolie was a novice in that realm but she was confident she could pull it off if she had to. Studying the gel interested her more than studying conjurations. She was always after power though and if a summoned demon could grant her an edge then so be it.

The tough, leathery skin seemed to shift constantly under her touch, as if her fingertips were grazing a river of extremely fine sand flowing under them. The sensation of liquid passed through for a few moments as the tentacles stiffened up to guide her posture by acting as something for her to hold on to. Sturdy - despite their width, they hardened up to give her all that she needed to stand tall.

"I see. Humans, by nature - are a curious species... this is good. But still, if you ever wanted a fresh batch... you can always ask for more." he then spoke. "After all, your continued growth is of interest to me."

He continued to slowly work his lengths up her arms and legs. The all-too-familiar sensation of that ridged intruder that had once filled her snatch full of cum now explored her nethers with prehensile ease, smaller ducts lining its tip leaking out droplets of clear lubrication as it anticipated what was on the menu tonight. Satisfied with what it had found, it nestled just below the slit of her nethers - letting her panties diffuse the sensation across its weave, throbbing as it slowly grew in strength.

When she confirmed that she knew some things about summoning, he almost seemed to nod in approval.

"As expected from such a fine student. Now then..." he complimented her as he drew another feeler-lined length down her torso, just enjoying the feel of her flushed skin on his sensory nodules for a moment before a single, narrow length teased her nipples from over the fabric. "I would like a small amount of your body's essence - in exchange, I would be happy uplift your senses for tonight, and join you if you are indeed interested in going to take a look at that mysterious floor. Of course, I will do my best to help you avoid anyone that would form an obstacle to your little expedition as well. Do you find my terms acceptable?"

Tentacles swirled around Etolie as her hands move over the stiffened ones she holds. The barest amount of lubrication causing her palms to move over them with greater ease. She feels her limbs being wrapped up. Another wiggles beneath her panties teasing her.

The barest hint of liquid touches her skin beneath the slit of her sex. Her breasts feel the manipulation of that tentacle along with the fabric of her bra teasing against those orbs. “Uh!” She gasped. Held in place she doesn't teeter but she does tremble.

The hint of that liquid indicating what to expect as the skin it saturates comes to life. She feels each shift of that tentacle. Every thread in her covering. That warmth radiates upward following along the path that tentacle makes.

“I'll need more gel ...” she manages though not making it clear if it were more samples, more for personal use or even both.

“Essence?” Just what was she giving up in return? Etolie didn't know for sure. After learning what it was provided it didn't seem vital or important she would nod accepting those terms. Then realizing that he was probably after verbal consent she spoke up.

“Yes. I intend on exploring a little.” She didn't know if it connected into the area she had been to before or if there were other secrets there. It could be nothing more than a place where extra supplies and off limits things were.

"Yes - your brilliant life energy. By taking a small amount, and letting it amplify my own, then using the same process to further amplifying the power of your sensory organs as I send it back to you, allows us to share our unified senses - giving even more of an edge as we'll most likely be exploring somewhere completely dark." he explains, his voice even and patient - but Etolie can feel the excitement of a teacher giving a private lesson to an eager student in his tone. "It's a basic of hermetic summoning, isn't it - to provide what you have drawn out from the shadows with a small amount of your life energy... and I must say, your drive, your ambition and your resolve to know more fascinates me."

She nods and responds to this. “Yes. I intend on exploring a little.” she admits.

"Yes, then our goals align - you will help me, and I will help you." he responded to her as he continued to press larger, locomotive tentacles against her arms and legs, helping her remain steady as more of those deft tentacles continued to explore her body, applying a small amount of that gel that seemed to push her senses forward. Notable, but it wasn't enough compared to that feeling of total, absolute awareness that she had once experienced.

“I'll need more gel ...”

"All you must do is ask freely, and I will make sure you'll have as much as you need." he responds to her as he continues to draw narrow lines of tingling pleasure with that gel across her body, occasionally sliding in a slick length into her undergarments, waiting for her to show some initiative to strip nude. While he waited, he helped himself to her - still noting that her breasts were still somewhat sensitive, the cute, subtle gasp leaving her lips as he drew closer to her. As the gel slowly began to enhance her sense of touch, she could feel the way her fabric seemed to be made of carefully-woven thread, each fiber giving her a warm taste of what was coming next.

A familiar length brushed against her lips, its slick skin and familiar scent wandering close to her face. Each droplet felt like fresh waves of awareness and pleasure quivering through her body as it ran down her face, crossing to her breasts as it trickled down the valley of her tits, causing her to shudder as her senses continued to pick up, slowly - but surely reaching the human's sensory threshhold.

Giving up life energy may have concerned her but from Etolie's understanding it was transformed then returned in some manner. How much of it, if any was lost in the process she couldn't say. But sacrifices were to be made when it came to obtaining power or in this case feeding her drive. She had not been concerned about a long life.

Being all shriveled up in her later years had no appeal. Now if she could manage to keep her youth that was another thing. She was too young to look into such processes at the time. Nor did she dwell that far into the future. So things sounded appealing.

The larger tentacles secured her in place while smaller ones manipulated her body. She felt their texture, the warmth of friction as they rubbed and swam across her skin. And even with her vision covered she felt the closeness of others as they shifted and moved.

“That would seem so.” She answered. Exploring the basement was on the agenda but not right this movement. He had other plans.

She wasn't certain what he meant by having more gel. She had assumed he meant more samples but it could mean another slathering of gel against her too. She would certainly acquire more. Right now her earlier experimentation was still “bothering” her along with the fresh infusion that danced along her skin. Liquid rolled against her skin awakening it wherever it touch. Not in that near overwhelming nature as before but there was a hint of what it promised that made her more alert, more aware.

Delicate breasts sizzled at the attention she received. Each quit ripe, fruits ready to be plucked and feasted upon. More of her own juices surfaced as that desire grew. Some even trickling down her inner thighs. She shook, the tentacles keeping her secure so she did not fall.

Etolie envisioned explorations. After her last experience that was intense. The trip back to the dorm had been one of the most difficult thing she could remember doing in a while. She placed it up there with suffering through some of those aphrodisiac effects or her punishment at the hands of Vera.

“I take it you d-don't want to go there now,” she managed. Her chest rising and falling. Not that she desired to break away just then either.

“I take it you d-don't want to go there now,” she managed.

"Yes." he responded as he continued to apply what felt like the gel - but its effect seemed dulled, diffuse than the total clarity that she remembered experiencing from before as she crawled through the campus in the nude, the memory causing her to blush just a little. "I would rather not wander into the unknown without having a way to observe it beforehand. That, and I'd rather not have an ambitious young lady like you get in trouble."

The textures of his tentacles shifted as the lengths continued to service her bare skin, rubbing the slick liquid into her skin. Her nipples peaked under her bra as the sensual massage continued, with slow layers of tactile pleasure and sense being gradually added to her skin with each stroke. By the third time, she was clearly aware of the shifting motion of the swollen nodules that squeezed against her sensitive spots, judging by how she moved ever so slightly to push back on them, giving him a taste of things to come. He noted, with some delight, the tiny, damp spot on her panties that was growing as the slow trickle of the fluids crept down her thighs. Not one to waste, several more prehensile tentacles wound themselves up her thighs, trapping her nectar between their lengths, utilizing it as lubricant as more of the fleshy lengths continued to feel her up.

This, he kept up for a while until he was satisfied with her performance.

"Now then, I believe you recall what you must do when you need to take things up to the next level..." his voice trailed off as the lengths seemed to wait for her to make a move.

More tentacles wrapped her up. She felt the tinnier ones rubbing over those wet patches on her thighs. Movements had been unhindered, the friction sending warmth through those regions as they worked against her. All the while others continued to tease her. That ache in her body hadn't been as strong as she remembered last time being more of a tease that kept her on edge.

“UH!” She gasped out. A blush on her features with both the memory of the past and how those tentacles continued to tend to her aching body.

Her breasts screamed for attention. The fabric of her bra driving her nipples wild. Even her panties fed that heat that swam through her core. She rocked and trembled. Her hands still worked against those lengths as he made it perfectly clear that they wouldn't be exploring the basement just yet.

It had been as if he had merely been foreshadowing what was to come. From his earlier explanation Etolie knew that the gel worked best after applying it internally.

She had wondered if it worked better ingested. Now wasn't the time for comparison. She gave a nod releasing the hold on the tentacle in her left hand so she could pull aside those infernal panties. Even as the material shifted she felt it, granted not as strong as before but with the liquid applied to her that tingling sensation cranked up suddenly then settled back down. A gasp parted her lips then another as she touched herself with the tip of the tentacle in her right hand.

She fought that sudden desire of shoving it straight in deciding it was better to tease back a little. That slit both warm and juicy. The feeling of that tentacle felt intense and she struggled to remember the differences between the intensity of the past. Back and forth she brushed that tip painting it with her warm juices, getting it lubricated first unless it surged forth before hand. It wouldn't be long before she would begin pressing it inside her.

The gel she used earlier on herself reacting and while it's effects died down there was no mistaking that this had been stronger than just her finger causing her toes to curl within her shoes.

“OH! Do y-you like it?” And before waiting for a response she pushed a bit more of it in twisting it at the same time so that the tentacle brushed against the clenching walls of her pussy.

She nodded and eagerly guided one of the tentacles on her right hand to her drooling slit where the muscular, shifting thing eagerly homed in on her nectar-dripping snatch.

She was still tight - the lasting effects of the treatment he had given her still letting her strengthened muscles shift with almost total accuracy as she serviced his tip for a few moments, before she pushed it slowly. “OH! Do y-you like it?” she asked as she gave it a mild twist, letting the swollen nodules squeeze against the palm of her hand and on the surface of her sensitive nethers.

"It feels... absolutely fantastic." he responded, letting out a low, rumbling sigh of pleasure as she began to use her hips, her vaginal muscles and her hands to service the squirming length she held. Letting out a low-pitched squeak, it followed her guidance closely, moving to mimic her actions so that she could pleasure herself properly with it. "And it seems you're still as splendid as you were after that time. I trust you've had the chance to enjoy your second gift?"

A narrower tentacle brushed up against her rear, prodding at her rim which shifted instantly, showing off how tight it could get on instinct as the tapered tip licked her hole. Overall, her body didn't look different, but between the firmness of her ass and pussy, and just how well she could utilize her muscular control to accurately pleasure the fleshy intruder as it was slowly pushed into her waiting nethers. Meanwhile, a pair of ribbon-like lengths gently caressed her erect nipples under her bra, their slow motions causing the rich fabric of her lingerie to press against her sensitive breasts, drawing out a pleasured gasp from her.

"Superb..."

As her panties dropped to the floor, she felt the fabric 'crawl' past her foot, as if it had been picked up by something. As the first droplets began to form on its length, the sensations of the shifting skin felt clearer as she guided the thing onto her pussy which was moving like it was beckoning the squirming length closer. Something sprayed a relaxing mist on her face which felt like a small cloud of warmth against the stark cold of the laboratory at night. Drawing this scented cloud into her lungs, her body seemed to relax slightly as she drew on the oxygen-rich air he was pumping out to her.

Etolie hadn't even used Mister Happy on herself. She had been a bit fearful of it with the newfound tightness that she had only used her finger. He had been the only one to have her since that change. Feeling a tentacle slid over her ass it vanished beneath her panties.

Still nervous with things “back there” she tensed up. Especially with the changes that had been done to her already. Such as those breasts that a pair of the flatter tentacles had been having a field day with. They along with the fabric of her bra worked against her tits spreading a warmth through her.

“Uh! Ah!” She tried to keep it down just in case. Even if her senses had been awakened more she would have been too distracted to pick up much.

Feeling her panties drawn down her legs she felt the shifting of the tentacles on her legs to allow the material to pass by. Left in her bra, stockings and shoes Etolie found that she had a hand free and used it to unhitch her bra. Though with those tentacles on her she wouldn't be able to remove it but desired the feel of heated contact against her skin.

Her hand joined the other getting a better grip on the tentacle that she was slowly working inside her. Muscles folded around it as she twisted it like a dial feeling those nodules against her palms and interior of her body.

She didn't press it in too deeply. A small part of her afraid of taking too much of it. It had been then that she felt that oxygen rich mist spraying in her face. Her body becoming less tense though held as she was it was a bit harder to determine that. Her muscles slackened, her breathing became more even and she trembled less, things that she wouldn't have picked up upon in her current state as her senses had been essentially normal now outside of where that liquid touched her.

Her breasts shuddered slightly as she undid her bra, her tense form making her perky breasts bounce slightly as she peeled off the last of her lingerie, leaving her in nothing aside from those socks and shoes. As if she was drawing away a veil from her eyes, she felt her senses clear up - hearing, the sense of touch, the sudden sharpness on her tongue as she drew in the oxygen-rich air. The tentacles working their way on her chest took over, peeling her bra from her arms as she let the final bit of her undergarments slide.

It felt like she was watching them get swallowed up by the depths of a vast blue sea as she followed the subtle sounds of her clothes being folded and moved, these trace motion vanishing into a void of inky darkness that even her senses had trouble peering into... but as she stood still, she could sense the closest lengths curiously caressing her bare tits and several more tentacles hanging around her head, as if admiring her blindfolded face or slowly exuding spurts of that delightful mist every now and then.

As the thing was pushed into her cunt, she hesitated - only for the tentacle to shift under her grip, letting her almost-instinctual molestation of the fleshy length guide it deeper as her lips appeared to move guided by some deep, primal instinct. Where she expected pain, her body quickly took control, slightly shifting her hips this way and that to draw out the wellspring of that gel that this tentacle was surely hiding. And reward her it did as it slid easily into her depths - slathering her powerful walls with that wonderful gel that set off her senses soaring. It wasn't as intense as it had been when she had been fully nude, but as the first dose hit home and was eagerly taken into her body, she felt her sense of touch and hearing suddenly spiking after a few moments.

When she tensed up as the curious, flat-tipped intruder explored her perky ass, he drew her attention away from it by groping her sensitive tits. Whatever he had done to her had left her vaginal muscles feeling quite powerful. Unused to such a penetration, he let her get used to this initial penetration before he began to slowly worm the thing behind her into her ass, the velvety 'tongue' working eagerly against her tight rear as it slowly began to work its way inside her.

"That's it - relax." he coached her as he applied a fresh coating of the gel onto the nape of her neck. "Slow, deep breaths so as not to blind you. Look outwards and watch as your senses grow..."