Summer sat on a towel in a pink and blue checkered bikini, surrounding her where books, papers and snacks of various sorts. She had a long week of homework ahead and it was just to hot to be cramped up in her dorm room. So the beach was her choice of atmosphere to focus on her work, occasionally taking a break to watch the water or any of the other girls who might wander past. She still didn’t have many friends at this point so she was there alone, otherwise perfect prey, distracted and easy to be grabbed.

Hot it was. He couldn't even bother Birch, the plant monster was always moody on days like this he noted. So after a bit of drifting he went to the closest rivers, streams and lakes while remaining in the jungle. Searching out both prey and strawberries. The later were planted all throughout the island by Birch though only the one's in his garden were tended.

But there was little traffic given the distance from the campus so Slarr changed tact and began looking a bit closer. Several beaches were too packed to get up to any sort of mischief but this was an island and there were plenty of places to swim. He kept searching until he found a beach somewhat secluded. Finding what he was looking for he saw that there was only a single student here.

Still invisible he drifted closer. Noting the plethora of books he was more interested in the student. His gaze peeling over her, his mind fantasizing about all the things he was going to do.

He sat next to her. Flipping open a book. Reading every so often. His gaze going back to those curves. He was already stiff. Eventually she'd catch on that something wasn't quit right. She may have been oblivious at the heavy cover opening or the casual flip of a page. She might have noted that there was no wind at such times. If not he took a more direct approach when he couldn't restrain himself any longer.

A clawed hand moved against her thigh. “Nice tits.” He would say from beside her while still invisible.

Summer blissfully unaware of the attention that she had caught, continued to study. She would occasionally stop and stretch, wrap an arm around herself and raising one into the air- each motion designed to make her breasts strain themselves against the fabric of her bikini. Being so close to her, one could smell the mixture of sunscreen, perfume and her shampoos, making her smell like a rather sweet treat to be had.

It was later in the day now and it left the student as the only one on this particular stretch of beach, and her time spent there in the sun had left her skin a beautiful tan. The isolation however was starting to make her feel nervous, and the back of her head was telling her that it was time to leave. So she spent sometime twisting and gathering up her things and stacking them neatly to the side, before she stretches once more. This time as she stretches for her viewer, she spreads her legs and curls her toes in what was a particular extended moment before slacking with a sigh.

She then went to grab her last book and tried to grab it, finding some resistance in the act and staring at it confusedly for a moment. That’s when she felt it, and heard it. Something was stroking at her thigh and then came the complainant about her tits. There was flush on her face and as well as a mixture of confusion.

“Who is there?” she asks out loud, looking for the source of the voice. Seeing nothing she felt crazy for talking to herself, “Just been in the heat to long Summer, let’s go.” she told herself as she gathered her last book

He was done with the book allowing her to claim it. The look of fear on her features had bee priceless. Slarr didn't know what to expect. Something tangible was nearby, would she run? Dismiss it as nerves? Plead? He didn't know how experienced she had been on the island but she must not have been here for long. He had not noticed this delectable sweet smelling treat.

Dismiss it. She packed up the last book as she readied to depart. While she did so he circled around her. Hands reaching around her to cup her bikini top and the breasts beneath. Reeling her back against his chest at the same time he sampled those orbs. Fingers dipping beneath the checkered material to make flesh on flesh contact.

“Yes. These are nice. I think I'll try them out Summer.” While not stronger than a human and sleight of frame Slarr was just a hair shorter than she was. To counter any thought of struggling he made her aware of that stinger that traced along her leg. Let her own mind make her own conclusions.

Her eyes went wide as she was suddenly jolted against someone from behind. Her long chocolate tresses smelled as sweet with the subtle hint of strawberry. Feeling hands suddenly grasp at her soft mounds beneath her flirty bikini, she let out a small cry. But this cry was the only ounce of timidness the young woman would show her assaillant. She went to move as her flight or fight instinct would trigger, going to stomp on who evers foot. But feeling that stinger, she suddenly diverted course as it also said her name.

Now what’s in my head she thought to herself.

“Who are you?” she asked in an angered tone. It was the first time since Aegir came into her bedroom that she had found herself in this position. He hadn’t taken her memories and left her to piece together what happened that night. She’d need to buy time to think of a route to escape, first she needed to see whatever had a hold on her and what it was that was pressed against her that felt so sharp.

Her breasts were rising up and down in the monsters clawed hands, hot from the sun and the woman’s body heat and as soft as melted marshmallows. Her nipples were small and offer little resistance to being manipulated by the creature holding her.

Slarr heard the anger in her tone. Normally he would have responded with a sharp rebuke had he not been lost in that trace strawberry scent. An addiction of his, a distraction that allowed more than one student to get away from him. But the best times he had was when he was able to intertwine the two. Both pleasure and dessert. He could be bribed and bargained with if a student used strawberry flavored treats. After all, they didn't grow in the wilds and Birch did not make them.

That stinger continued up her leg. Dipping beneath the string of her bottoms he pulled it aside. Moving a hand from his breast to the region beneath his finger traced along the exterior of her sex. His other hand continued to roam about one of her melons. Fingers grasping and pinching that erect nipple.

By this stage she would feel his hardness against her lower back. His warm tongue sailed against her neck.

At first he ignored her question. “You smell good. I suppose you should know what name to scream out. You can call me Slarr, I'll be your lover this evening.”

Summer paid acute attention to where the stinger was along her body. Not being able to see what it was cut off her options to act, all save for one. Though was acting the wisest course? she had to make a decision and soon. She could feel the excitement of the one called Slarr against her back as it toyed around with her supple body. Her body which, didn’t seem to react to the attention given.

“Okay Slarr…” she said placatingly. It’s wording left her no room to bargain did it, she needed to direct the conversation until she could catch it off guard. And do what, Summer? Don’t exactly have a weapon, run I guess? Hopefully it can’t read my mind…

“Should warn you I don’t have the most experience with men.” She fibbed a little, but it wasn’t a complete lie, though a voice in the back of her mind was saying You will..

She stood mostly still, only fidgeting when she felt that finger trace across her sex. The lack of sight of him at least working against her here as subtle jolts of sensitivity made her body shudder in betrayal.

Slarr had no ability to read minds. He had been use to girls pleading or running. Usually the later. A few clever ones made favorable bargains to their benefit. Slarr of course looked for loopholes where he could. While he always found something there was the one he made with Juniper that was tough to get around. Not being allowed to enter her dorm room.

True he could get by invisibly on campus and could have targeted her in class or on school grounds he rarely went to the campus preferring the wilderness. He supposed it was from his days as part of a trio where he chase victims into an ambush. The chase made things pleasing and in those times that a particular target didn't met his demanding nature it was the only fun he would have that evening.

“Is that so.” He figured she was stalling. Hadn't she realized that her words would be more encouraging? About the only thing worse would have been if she said she was a virgin. His hands paused for a marginal moment.

Licking at her neck his tongue tucked behind an ear. His voice dropping as he spoke into it. “Then I'll have to teach you. No biggie.” His hands proceeded in their movements. Only this time a thumb caressed her clit.

Of course that is what it would say.. so much for stalling. she held onto her anger as she felt her neck getting licked- one of her usual biggest turn one, and her body showed it even if she made the effort of resistance. Even her clit being manipulated didn’t garner much of a reaction from the young woman. She just had to hold onto her anger, maybe it would get bored if she didn’t give it the reactions it wanted.

But there was one issue with this plan, the stinger. She was good at calm under pressure, but in the back of her mind it told her it was the true threat. She had to do something, she didn’t want to get raped again. How I wish you could do what I did that night again..

“let me go…” she nearly whispered, trying to quell the anger, and not to let out any hint of arousal into her voice.

Suffice it too say that neither could read the others mind. Slarr was unaware of her thoughts. Oh he had an idea of what was flowing through that pretty little head of hers. Run, submit, outwardly she was tense trying to resist. Maybe she believed him to be a sadistic sort preferring some sort of reaction.

Sometimes he was a sadist. Sometimes he was not. His tastes varied along with his mood. If she fought he would make her pay. But often if his victims submitted or offered no resistance they were treated a bit better. And if they ran? Well, he didn't really hold it against them since he was use to chasing students down. It all depended on how difficult they made the chase. If he was injured then his mood would be foul. Normally it was just a bit of a workout before and after so he didn't think much of it.

Had she know she would be aware that his stinger held no poison. At leas nothing that effected humans. He supposed he could use it like a needle given his nature of reforming his body he had control of directing the contents within him as he reshaped himself. He should try it one day. The only problem was whatever he consumed would affect him as well.

“Let you go?” Why would he? He pondered her question rather than dismissing it out of hand. He heard it before. When his victims were powerless to do anything else. “What do you offer in trade? It took me a long while to find you.”

While he wasn't searching for her his words may have implied that he had targeted her specifically. “I don't suppose you brought strawberries with you. All I see are books.”

Strawberries? she thought, her guard dropping and pleasure suddenly became very real as it pierced the veil of her anger. She loved strawberries herself, and while she smelled of it, her lips would taste of it… she had none with her. She could get some easily enough- wait am I really considering this? she thought once more.

“Back on my dorm sure… but I’m pretty sure my roommate is there…” she finally said after a moment. Her silky brown hair was starting to cling to her tanned skin, and sweat was starting to give her skin a shinny look. Moment by moment she was becoming ripe for the taking.

Meanwhile a pit began to grow in her stomach as she processed something else it had said- it had been looking for her. Why had it been looking for her? Did Aegir send it after her? No, that didn’t seem like it’s style. So what did it want? Not just strawberries… there was no way it was that simple and at the very least she didn’t have anything to trade.

It was around then that Slarr could feel the growing heat between Summer’s legs, as her womanhood begin to become damp from the stimulation to her clit, and the young woman starts to shift about as if to distract herself from energy of pleasure being sent through her normally sensitive body.

He and Aegir didn't get along. Slarr had an immense hatred for the Cephalopod . Being driven away from beauties in the past after he went through all the work of catching them. Like a predator being driven away by a stronger one. That hatred didn't go both ways. Aegir probably didn't even give thought to him.

“Too bad then. Oh, well.” Slarr felt the stirring of her body at last. Her clit coming out from hiding his hand drew away from her breast only to begin untying her bikini top. If it did not untie he would simply cut a string with his claw peeling it away before making contact with her again.

He squeezed her breast between allowing his hand to roam over it. Unless he had to react to her or she offered up something of interest he would continue. Topless, it was quit clear where things were going.

Her too fell free from her chest, revealing her soft tits to the outside world as her nipples stood to attention freely. Anxiety swelled through her for a number of reasons now, the incoming rape, the threat to her life, and now… the fact that if some one did walk by they would see her like this, and that could go in way to many different ways. Though something about the idea of being seen naked and having sex caused pings of excitement. Luckily or unlucky it was late enough that the odds of that were zero.

She quickly slaps her mouth with her hand as she fights back another moan, the stimulation to her clit slowly working past the young woman’s stubbornness. There was no need, no desire, for this situation to progress. But her body couldn’t help but react to the stimulation Slarr was giving her. Frustration and guilt built up within her as her body reacted, tears welling up in her eyes.

As her neck was kicked and kissed, her breasts groped and played with, and her pussy teased and her clit given attention too. She bit her finger to allow the pain to clear her mind of the… admittedly good feeling, sensations that were being forced upon her.

“Oh you like that?” She certainly was responding. Hearing the clapping sound she made with her hand as she struggled to contain herself. Slarr could imagine the look on her young face. He wasn't concerned with anyone chancing by. Well, that damn Aegir, but other than that he lacked concerns in that department.

If necessary he had a new trick worked out for such occasions. Not that he had practiced it.

His stinger retracted from her seeing that she was compliant. Though his tail wrapped about her hips to keep the thought of running from her mind. His hand continued to work beneath her bikini bottoms as he traced over her clit. His other hand molded against her breast. Squeezing it. His index finger swirled over her nipple.

Seeing that she offered up nothing else he continued slowly. Not in a rush he drew out her pleasure as long as he could stand.

“Get rid of these.” His hand moved from her clit long enough to stretch out the bottoms a bit. Once she had them removed or he saw to there removal with the hand tending to her down there Slarr traced a finger over her slit while now using his thumb to circle her clit.

Giving her breast a hard squeeze she'd feel how hard he was as he pulled her ass back against him. His finger piercing her sex nice and slow. As it crept inside her he circled it against her inner walls.

“Are you prepared to go to heaven my dear?”

She let out a soft whine from the attention her nipple was receiving and then the invading foreign digit that entered her sex. Why’d it have to feel good? Why’d her body have to given in so easily? Was this just because of some after effect of her first time here or was she just a closeted slut? It didn’t matter in the moment as she had no escape, no defense, and no strawberries apparently.

It took her a moment to respond to the order as her heart raced and he body began to become coated in sweat from the building anticipation, and then finally, shakily, her hands slid down to the elastic band of her bikini bottoms and softly yanked down upon them. A thin line of her arousal connecting from her sex to the fabric of her bikini snapping as the garment fell to her ankles as she presented herself to the thing behind her. Worst yet she could feel how hard the creatures dick was against her ass as she was forced to nearly grind upon it.

The sudden thought of that thing invading any one of her holes sent shivers down her spine, and that pit in her stomach began to grow hotter as psychic energy began to swell, things rising and falling cadence to her now soft gasping and occasional moan as she was both groped and finger fucked.