She assumed that the sound he made in response to her toast was simply one of agreement for his species, not a failed attempt to do so in English. The way that he drank his toast only seemed to confirm this belief; any hints that would suggest to someone more familiar with his race that he was covering up a mistake were completely lost on her.

She did notice the attention he seemed to be paying to her as she drank her toast, even realizing that this wasn't just him admiring her body. She couldn't begin to guess why he was doing so, though; while she'd realized that the wine wasn't typical of anywhere she'd been, she assumed that it was from somewhere he knew, not that he'd brewed it himself.

Some of his tentacles surrounded her as she lowered her glass while others maneuvered to let him get a better look at her from several angles. She gave a slight smile as she looked at some of the smaller tentacles from the corner of her eye. Getting ready for the next round, are you?

She noticed him taking a few breaths before he said, "Is it good?" Once again, she didn't realize that this was anything more than gathering the air to make the sounds; while she was used to the students getting nervous when encountering her, she no more thought that another guest would have such a reaction than she considered that the students might be anything other than welcoming of her attention.

She considered for a moment before answering. "Yes, although it's definitely unlike anything else I've tasted before. What system is it from? Or would you rather keep that secret?"

"Made it myself, here."

The way his upper torso almost seemed to lift up gave her the impression of one standing stiff with pride. The larger gills were settling down, while the smaller tubes now took deeper breaths of the air, clearly enjoying her scent and presence. He had indeed used some local flora to produce this batch, but it had been further fermented with fungi from his home to draw out the potency of the wine. He didn't tell her this part, though...

The largest tentacles had now moved around her waist, not exactly pinning her down, but brushing her toned stomach with the dense, richly-textured top of those lengths, while smaller ones coiled loosely around her ankles. Some of the lengths bearing the eyes moved carefully around her - watching to see how she handled the liquor. A narrower set of twitching lengths lightly press against the underside of her tits, lifting them up just so while a length that seemed to bristle with leathery nodules slowly wrapped around her neck, the warm, throbbing skin pressing against the back of her neck.

"Want more?" he speaks again as he taps the bottle.

"Ah, I see," she said, nodding in response to his explanation of where the wine had come from. While she was reasonably sure that pretty much everything that could be fermented had been fermented if an intelligent species found it, she'd have expected some of the more resourceful students to be the ones to experiment that way with the island's vegetation. Noting his apparent pride in his work, she added, "Quite a successful experiment, then, if it was your first attempt."

She made no effort to hinder the tentacles that were circling her. Instead, she subtly leaned into their touch, giving a soft hum of pleasure as they pressed against her. While she didn't know whether he was preparing to go further soon or was just keeping them both in the mood for when he did make his next move, their previous meetings told her it would be enjoyable either way.

"Oh, yes please," she answered his question, holding out her glass for him. This time, she waits for him to propose a toast before drinking.

"Many attempts." he tells her. "Only now is perfect."

When she leaned into the tentacles that were now surrounding her, the languid lengths revealed their proverbial hand to her - each slick length carefully worming into the insides of her dress, causing it to tighten pleasurably against her. Smaller, but more deft tentacles slid below her breasts to push them up and cause her nipples to scrape at the diaphanous material of her dress. They pause when she offers the glass for him. For a split second, there is hesitation - but he picks up on her unspoken gesture soon after.

"For new heights of pleasure." he speaks as he carefully refills her cup. Several eyes focus on this task for a brief moment, before turning back to watch her drink. Something velvety and soft presses against the back of her neck, exuding a soothing aroma into the air as more lengths explore her back, wings and tail as she clinks the glass with his, before slowly dripping the liquor down into a gap bristling with teeth as he watches her drink it down. A slick length worms up between her legs, gently caressing her wonderfully-taut nethers as it moves upwards to explore her toned stomach under her dress. When she puts the glass down, the lengths moving around her arms and legs tighten as a fresh burst of that unearthly scent fills her lungs.

"Ready?"

She nodded at his explanation that this wasn't his first attempt at making the wine. "Ah, I see. Still quite the accomplishment, unless you've been working on it for years." While she doubted that he'd been here for anywhere near that long, she realized that her words might sound like an insult if she was mistaken. "And even if you have…"

The tentacles seemed to take her pressing against them as a cue to go just a bit further, slipping inside her dress and caressing her more directly. She gave a soft purr of pleasure at the attention and squirmed against the lengths. They didn't distract her too much for her to hear his toast. "Mmmm… A worthwhile goal," she said as she clinked glasses with him before drinking the wine.

The tentacles continued their explorations as she drank, with one of them releasing some sort of chemical with a pleasant aroma into the air. She assumed that, like all of the others he'd used during their encounters, this was something to enhance the experience once things got underway again. She also doubted that there'd be much of a wait for that to happen; if he didn't take action once they'd finished their drinks, then she would.

She didn't have to do so, however, as the tentacles around her arms and legs tightened almost as soon as she'd put her glass down. This didn't surprise her in the least, given both their previous encounters and just how bold one of his tentacles had been while moving up to caress her stomach. Despite this move, he did make sure that she had recovered enough for the next round, simply holding her and asking "Ready?"

"Oh yes!" she said, moving her hands to caress the nearest tentacles as well as she could with him holding her.

Her words opened a floodgate of frenzied activity from those tentacles. For a brief moment they held her dress stretched across her erect nipples while the tips with multiple twitching nodules eagerly brushing up against her tips - but then the arm-like lengths slid into her dress, pulling upwards. Smaller lengths pushed away her dress from her wings and tail, careful not to tear the diaphanous fabric, but once the hem of her dress was pulled up across her breasts, he tugged the wispy cloth right off her. Holding it above her head, he carefully folded the dress and laid it on the table while several more of the eyes on various tentacles shifted around to focus on her nude body.

Some of the tentacles she caresses pushes up into the palm of her hands, clearly appreciative of her delicate touching and stroking, while others rapidly snaked up her arms, coiling around enough to get a better grip on her. They didn't quite tie her up, but once the tentacles had a steady grip on her, she was lifted into the air, above his central 'torso'. Small lengths press against her tight butthole, fleshy 'hooks' carefully feeling her anus up before slowly opening her up. Narrow lengths paint fresh layers of lubricant onto her rear as she's held up high.

Something huge moves past her neck, the warm texture pressing lightly against her bare skin - that ginormous length that had been tit-fucking her the other time. As it crawled down her back, it continued to ooze that now-familiar orange goop upon her smooth skin, drawing a line of relaxation and pleasure as it converged upon her anal hole. A low chirp of undeniable excitement rumbled through the gigantic newcomer as its twitching head pressed against her tight asshole. Immediately, he guides her hands onto the superb mounds of her derriere.

For a moment, he seems lost for words, but the smaller tentacles now stroking outward radial lines on the back of her hands sends the message.

Given the flurry of activity almost as soon as she said she's ready for more, it was clear that he'd just been waiting for her to give the go-ahead. Very quickly, she's hoisted into the air and stripped completely naked; the only reason it took as long as it did was that he took care not to damage her dress while pulling it off over her head. That would've been easier if you'd slid it down instead of up. Not that it really matters if it gets damaged, she thought as he folded the garment and set it aside.

With her body fully exposed, some of the tentacles took the opportunity to examine her body more thoroughly, whether by caressing her or just ogling her form. Like what you see? Well, don't be shy about doing more than just looking. Even if she hadn't already known him from previous encounters, the way that some of his smaller tentacles prepared her ass for the next round would have removed any worries that he might actually be hesitant about taking what he wanted.

She gave a shiver of pleasure as the large tentacle traced its way down her back, leaving a trail of that wonderful lotion as it went. As it presses against her rear, her hands are moved to rest on her butt-cheeks. Even without the message from the smaller tentacles, it was obvious what he wanted her to do. As she parted her cheeks to give him easier access, she moaned and said, "Take me hard! And don't worry, I like it rough." As she spoke, she pressed back against him slightly, although not hard enough for him to penetrate her without him doing anything.

The massive tentacle's tip is pressed upon her hole, and the head splits neatly as she applies some pressure on it. What almost feels like cartilage fingers press upon her as her subtle motions push her asscheeks apart. The girthy intruder moves slowly, the hairlike barbs stroking her voluptuous behind slowly as the dense smaller tentacles tease her butthole. Several smaller lengths wrap around her ankles and pull her legs apart to allow a tentacle cock to paint itself with her slick juices. And in an instant, it jams the firm head twitching with nodules into her waiting cunt, pushing almost to her cervix in one go. Narrow tendrils push into her hole, doing something to her that she couldn't quite see - then her request was granted.

With a suddenness that belied its previously languid and careful motions, the tentacle dick begins to pound away at her snatch hard enough to push ever so slightly into her cervix. As her back arches in raw pleasure, the largest pair of sucker-tipped tentacles jostles aside its competition and bites down hard on her erect nipples, pausing for a bit to coil around her breasts to fondle and squeeze them before tugging hard on her stiff nubs. Out here in the open daylight, she had an open view of how each cluster moved, a clear hierarchy forming as the waiting tentacles clearly deferred to the ones that had taken the first move. Dense skin with slightly shifting patterns gave her something to look at while the thing in her ass finally made sure she wouldn't get ripped by bracing those helpful tentacles around her anal hole. With a powerful sweep to match the thing in her cunt, this massive tentacle pushed into her rear, pausing just so to let its ringed muscles press against her good spots with each inch.

Slow-moving tentacles shifted to sudden spurts of speed, wrapping around her thighs, ankles and upper arms as he demonstrated his uncanny control over every one of those myriad tentacles. Once more, the eyes surrounded her, taking in her luscious body as it was fucked this way and that. The tentacles binding her arms and legs help her compensate when she clenches up in response to a particularly rough thrust. Narrow, dense lengths snaked onto her palms and in between her fingers, tightening up and slowly pulling her arms behind her head...

At first, it seemed that he wasn't going to act any differently from before. This didn't bother her; while she liked being taken roughly, she realized that he might not like being too forceful with his partners, and she certainly didn't have any complaints about how he'd ravished her in the past.

He soon revealed that he'd simply been preparing her for his next assault. One tentacle that had been teasing her sex suddenly rammed itself deep into her wet, waiting passage, causing her to arch her back in pleasure and thrust out her breasts for the admiration of the eyes that circled her.

Those magnificent mounds weren't left unattended for long, two of the larger tentacles moving in to squeeze them before biting her nipples. She cried out in pleasure and pain at this new attack as more tentacles moved around her, caressing her as they waited for their turns at the most desirable parts of her body.

As she moaned and writhed in his grip, she felt the length that had been teasing her ass start to make its move. "OH YES!" she cried out as it sheathed itself inside her and started moving in concert with the one in her pussy, only a wall of muscle separating the two violating lengths.

More lengths took a firmer grip on her arms and legs as he started to reposition her. She stroked the lengths in her hands as well as she could, mildly regretting that she couldn't bring them closer to her mouth to work them while they waited their turn. Still, she expected that there'd be a tentacle taking her mouth soon enough if their previous meetings were anything to go by. Or perhaps he wanted to hear her cries of ecstasy when he drove her over the top this time; if so, she doubted that he'd have a long wait as she felt another climax starting to build up in her depths.