Nanaca wasnt too surprised when she felt those things wrap around her extremities, but she got a bit fearful when he started to splay her limbs outwards. Even in the dim light, she could see his appendages move in close, and begin to fondle the areas his hand or mouth couldnt attend to. They began to flick her hardened nipple as he suckled on the other, and she squealed at the lovely sensation they produced on her bosom. Several made their way to her rear and a pair spread her ass cheeks wide, while another once more playfully rubbed and poke the tight ring of muscle that was her anus. His hand never ceased in its stroking of her wet canal or her rigid button, and soon, she felt the heat of orgasm start to build faster than before.

"Nnnahh....yes... yes.... oh god... more....."

More.

It was more like a command rather than a plea.

More.

Sometimes they knew what they asked for...sometimes they did not. But for whatever reasons, that was what they always wanted.

More.

And so who was the monster to divulge from what the girl asked of him? He had her in his grasp already, she wasn't going anywhere...and now this was what was going to happen.

He was going to give her...more.

Hands which were active became inactive as myriads of tentacles began to play along her supple, young body. She offered him so much, and then some. She was arching, moving, and mewing so softly that he wanted to do everything to the best of his skill. He was, after all, master of any girl's carnal desire...at least that's what he viewed at this moment.

His fingers played around the joy-button which were inflamed almost over the normalcy of what it needs to do. Tentacles started to replace those fingers and stoked her pussy, paving the way for the road which it would soon traverse. However, the one in her rear wanted to ram so much that it started to dip in its tip, rather teasing than making her feel. The tentacle on her nipple unfurled and gripped softly, mimicking the ministrations of his mouth.

Master at giving more indeed.

She found it a bit too early for him to stop after she cried out for more of his caresses. The pmlump finger that had been the source of all her joys and frustrations so far made its way out of her still warm and soaking canal, yet his thumb continually circled and pressed on the rigid bundle of nerves near her vulva. Nanaca mewed disappointedly as he withdrew, the thumb was great and all, but she preffered stimulation from multiple areas.

Nanaca would soon be comforted, though, as a tentacle starts to probe its tip all over the sensitive folds of her sopping entrance. From what she was feeling so far, the curious appendage was much, much, thicker than the finger that once occupied her insides, filling the trapped girl with much anticipation, already she was moaning as the smooth appendage stroked and parted her lower lips, covering itself in the shiny fluid flowing out from the teased passage.

In contrast to the gentleness going on up front, the appendage at the rear was getting 'impatient', for lack of a better word, anxiously wanting to be encased by her warm anal flesh. Not to be outdone, another appendage starts to emulate what the monsters mouth was doing, but squeezing instead of sucking, as it didnt have the faculties to suck.

Nanaca came to the verge of release once more, but she felt rather selfish, she had 'loaned' herself to him for the night, but still she was getting all the pleasure, or maybe the monster took pleasure from the ritual itself, she didnt know. She stops demanding... for now... instead dropping subtle hints at her captor , a moan, a buck, some delightful squirming, a few mews of ecstasy, if he found it fun to cause her arousal, then by all means, she as going to show she enjoyed it.

Delightful little sprint of a girl. She was all his for tonight, and she was going to show him how much she appreciated it.

For him, anyway, what mattered was getting pleasure out of watching her get pleasured. That is, if she did something back to him, he would welcome it...for now, though, it seems she won't get a chance to do so.

His mouth, became more hungry if it was ever still possible. Her whole breast was now in her mouth...his nipple stoked mercilessly, and the other aroused beyond being gently aroused. A thick tentacle wrapped around her waist, holding her in place...a little too tightly it seemed which bent her body, arching her back so as to feed him more. The tentacles on her pussy played around with her clit but some wanted to feel a different sensation...which resulted in the assault of her fairly aroused pussy. The folds opened up willfully, granting him easy access, and his tentacle obliged greatly. It went in, slowly, though.

She was skewered between two of his tentacles, one in her pussy, twirling around gently and deliberately, and the one in her bum...which, try as he might not to move it deeper, still went against his will.

He could not see her, but in his mind, she must've looked like a young harlot...his young harlot.

Nanaca screamed a delightful scream, Her body instantly responding to the twin invasion. She came not once, but twice, the arousal so great that insertion was all that was needed to make her cum like an under-sexed nympho. The twin climaxes quickly subside, leaving the young girl smiling and panting, drunk on lust and addicted to pleasure.

The way he held her, the way he touched, how he teased and toyed her nubs, how his lips engulfed her buxom breast, it was quite different indeed, a new experience, so to speak, to see one so....gentle.... in a monstrous kind of way. Yet something was lacking, a void to be filled, one that Nanaca knew once her tongue started to look for something.

"S-sir...s-something for my mouth... please..."

The last phrase reminded the monster of a book he's read one time. Was it Oliver Twist, or some other book?

The phrase was like this..."Please, more sir."

It was also the first time he was called sir. A funny perception, but somehow respect was felt from the girl's reply. Maybe even a hint of gratefulness. Since she did cum twice...and he had never encountered such an enthusiastic partner. All of them came only once on the initial launch but to do it twice...the poor girl must've been on the throes of a powerful explosion and his twin assaults might have triggered it.

Whatever. He was happy to have bought it upon themselves. Much more now that her juices flowed down the crack of her bum. Naturally, he let it...the coating on his tentacle should aid him for a much easier time stoking her sphincter and reaming her.

He could not speak, he can only vibrate his mouth. Her breasts offered him so much, and then again, a lot more. His drool covered her orb...his tentacle buried in her bum, another rubbing her sweet lips...

Giving into her request, he causes a thick tentacle to move within her grasp. Obviously she knows what to do with it.

She lusted so much for something to suck on that she almost clamped down on the tentacle much like how a lion would when it pounced on its prey, maintaining just enough self control to prevent her teeth from grazing the skin of her new plaything. She drew it in like a strand of spaghetti, albeit a very thick strand, and her tongue playfully explored the underside of the welcome intruder, if there was at all an underside to the thing.

Her sucking was followed by muffled moans as he buzzed her engorged teat, her arousal starting to spike as he rammed and rammed her holes with his thick tentacles. She could ask for nothing more... well, energy to last through this ordeal would be nice, but for now, she was quite content with her situation.

The night had gone quite well. Instead of a book to keep him company, he found a plaything...and a very willing plaything it is. One that could well satisfy his cravings and offer him a lot of spice in this night.

Kouzakai felt her take his tentacle into her mouth, almost too hungrily as if it would have saved her life if she sucked on it. He felt that familiar sensation...the rush, and the sudden explosion of feelings...and then the start of pleasure, coursing thru him like rolling thunder. He felt his eyes close, he felt himself automatically siphon in the pleasure given by this particular deed, this particular act. She was really into this.

Not one to be ungrateful, though, he doubled his efforts on the manipulation of her young body. Although admittedly he could no longer do anything else to her breasts, and this was the capping activity, the only thing he could do was suck like never before. And maybe add up enough of tentacles to keep her satisfied. Them, moving about her free tit, toying with her nipple, and moving across the soft skin like a hungry eel. They still did the imitation of a tongue, but now it was more like a lot of tongues as an explosion of tentacles seemed unleashed on her body.

The two pistons that moved on her, one in her bum, the other in her love canal, started to pick u the pace. When it moved slowly before, now it started moving quicker and deeper. They seem to have felt her adjusting to their width and girth, and now they felt it safe to show their emotions...their true nature.

He felt himself start to remember what he was.

He was starting to get rougher, much to her enjoyment, and his caresses were starting to show a hint of something primal. However he acted, she was welciming it all, his sucking of her breast, the masses of tentacles stroking and prodding her sensitive skin, they were serving only to bring her closer and closer to the edge.

The shafts that were filling her began to drive just a little bit deeper and thrust just a little bit faster as the moments ticked by, sending Nanaca deeper and deeper into the grip of lust till finally she succumbs to climax, grunting into the tentacle in her mouth and tensing up as her hips jerk with each wave of pleasure the orgasm brings, her juices spilling out of her cunt and dripping onto the floor.

That release was kind of like a splash of warm, hot fire on the monster's inner psyche. Her back arched beautifully and she reacted really nice-like to the monster's manipulations and everything he has done so far.

Maybe the time to be intellectual and everything was long past.

His saliva left a trail as he broke away from the last breast he was sucking. Seemingly not satisfied, yet he had done what he could to her breasts. He left them at the mercy of tentacles which pulled and stoked them this way and that without any feeling. Distorted and done in whichever way they can be done they looked...well, erotic, in a sense of the word.

However downstairs was a different story. Moving all too faster than earlier the tentacles in her ass and pussy still went in deeper, not content with their current depth.

He didnt stop.

Not even slowing down to give her a breather. His act sent signals through her mind, it screamed for her to fight, to struggle, to get away from him, but she was too far gone, her sanity buried under a mountain of ecstasy. Her breathing was getting quicker and quicker as he kept on thrusting and thrusting, the shaft in her pussy was burying itself so deep that it was starting to graze the entrance of her womb.

The other drove up as far is it could into her anus till it can enter no more. Her entrances become filled to the brim with his tentacles, and outside, her flesh was caressed by numerous slimy appendages as her breasts are gripped and prodded by more of the writhing things.

Her body jerks with each thrust of those thick members, short gasps muffled by the one plugging her mouth. Her arms and legs become limp as she starts surrender to the attack of the sea creature.

Somehow for a moment the monster considered feeling a different kind of feeling coming from the girl. When he went ahead moving like he did, and doing the sort of thing the girl really seemed to love, she looked like she wanted to back out. For a moment...but then she retracted and continued with the deed. Seemed like she was game after all.

Although fatigue caught up with its victim. She seemed tired, almost looked like giving up. But the monster didn't...instead, he just used his tentacles to support her, binding tired legs and arms, keeping those legs splayed and her arms spread so that she could still be ravaged easily.

His fucking, however,picked up pace. He stopped shy of her womb...and now, he started to pump in and out. Slow at first, then gradually picking up as she wettened or as it seemed to get easier for him to enter and exit without anything blocking his way. In, out, in, out. His tentacles soon became a blur.

Her mouth was salivating, although she sucked hungrily on that tentacle. And the sensation was heavenly. He never knew something like that could ever be possible. He continued, enjoying what he happened to stumble upon on that lucky night.

The tentacles coiled a few more time around her weakening limbs, gripping tighter and pulling harder to keep her in the best position for his caresses. She didnt notice how she was being restrained further, the only thing on her mind right now was for him to keep going, and keep going he did.

The tentacles were in deep, really deep, not a single wasted inch inside her pussy, and her ass was completely plugged by the frisky things. That was as deep as he dared, but what he couldnt do with length, he made up for with speed and violence as the slick shafts of muscle started withdraw and plunge with ever quickening pace. Soon she was bouncing on the things as the shafting progressed, even in the grip of those strong coils, her breasts jiggled happily to his rhythm.

Her mouth became envious of the attention her nether holes were receiving, and she acts accordingly, every chance she got she sucked in more and more of the appendage her mouth latched on to, very soon she was deep throating the whole thing, pulling out only to draw breath before doing it again... and again... and again...

His efforts are soon rewarded as another gush of warm fluid erupts from her abused cunt, splattered about the floor by his relentless thrusting while she groans in the pleasurable hold of one of the most intense orgasms she has ever had. Her entrances clench over and over, trying to keep in the slippery intruders just to prolong this feeling of bliss.

Time passes by slowly and the monster grows even more bolder in his ministrations.

Somehow he abandons all action of his body...his limbs, his legs...and he focuses on using only his tentacles.

The binds become even more desperate, even more hungry as he bends her body at his own will. He makes her bend in a way that will put a gymnast to shame...testing the limberness offered by her own youth. Her hands were tied behind her back, the tentacle in her mouth still pumping as he went on his ravage.

The juices served to make his pumping only more easier as he continued to make her cum. In which he wanted to take part of soon, since he knew and he felt... the display was more than just turning him on.

His incessant thrusting had its desired effect, the orgasm held for a bit longer before it died down, but still his tentacles continued to thrust and thrust like there was no tomorrow. The girl, on the other hand, was nearing her limits as she her vision began to blur, her sucking now less enthusiastic and her moans weakening in volume.

With some numbness setting in, her she comes to grasp with the situation, it was as she feared, He was going to violate her till she breaks. She starts to struggle, though it could be taken as pleasured squirming as she hadnt the strength to put up any sort of fight as it was.

She gets awakened somewhat as her body is contorted by those strong appendages wrapped aroun her limbs. A few vertebrae pop as she bends, her joints strain and her muscles start to burn as the get held in that awkward position. But the pain was rather soothing in a way, the feeling of being forced was arousing her some, enough for her to gain a little bit more interest in her actions.