Kanoe was barely aware of the words forming above her. Her eyes continue to flutter as the sensations from her breasts and clit leave her mind in a daze. Usually such a question would anger her and make her fight back. But, the woman's mind gave in as the shadow continues to suck and rapidly lash and stroke one of her many pleasing weak points. Thoughts of resisting were quickly replaced with thoughts of pleasure and heat.

The woman's precious orbs burn with heat and arousal as the cups continue to ravage them constantly. Her forearms rest on the ground, acting as a base as she leaves her chest up, offering it to the shadowy suction cups. The smooth tentacle at her sex had stopped thrusting and began to only tease her. Kanoe's hips continue to thrust up though not as aggressively, moving more in tune with the small cup sucking at her engorged button. The question continues to float above her head. For several moments, she did not seem to show any signs of noticing much less answering. When the question finally registered in her lustful haze of a mind, Kanoe could not make herself speak. Her chest was heaving with heavy erratic pants, too busy breathing to even say a word. Finally, her head slowly began to nod as her eyes close.

The shadowborn pondered for a moment, thinking on the girls answer. The female did want him to go on. Most still fought when it asked them the question, but she seemed to have lost herself in the pleasure of the moment. How utterly amusing. Oh well. Siolazar would give the girl her wish.

As soon as she had finished nodding, the tentacle that had been playing and teasing at her slit suddenly plunged deep within her moist sex, causing some of her hot nectar to squirt out to make room for the intruder. It pumped into her deeply, the long and inky lash distending a bit and forming ribs on itself, which rubbed ever so nicely against her warm walls. It filled her perfectly, forming to every contour of her insides, making sure every centimeter of her being was made to feel the ribs and plunges of the tentacle within.

No less attention was paid to her lovely and luscious breasts, the suction cups still milking away at her, pulling this way and that, the tiny villi still tenderly caressing the hot and firm flesh. A cool breeze blew by, as the night was starting to wear on a bit, and the shadowborn let the chilly air run through the cups and to blow across her erect nipples, the hot-blooded flesh met with the sting of cold night air.

"Why, if I'm not mistaken, you are enjoying yourself."

A small part of her was disgusted with herself for giving in so quickly. But even that little voice was beginning to groan in her head. A sharp gasp leaves Kanoe's panting mouth as that smooth tentacle begins delving in as deep as possible. Unlike the other monsters, this tendril swelled only enough to fill her tight little passage. It barely even stretches her cunt, providing very little pain but tons of pleasure as it glides and pumps into her body. Her eyes were already glazing over in pleasure as the tendril suddenly became ribbed, making her feel every bit of movement of the shadoy tentacle.

The woman was already on the edge from the stimulation and teasing from before and this sent her over the edge. Kanoe's eyes roll back completely as her body shudders. Her dripping pussy walls tighten around the ribbed tendril as every thrust was rewarded with copius amounts of hot womanly juices squishing out of her filled cunt. Her shuddering body arches even more as the cool breeze pierces into the hot steaming breasts. The cold was briefly uncomfortable but was quickly remedied as the suction cups took advantage the chilled flesh ever more sensitive than before. The young woman's tits were darkened, the erect nubs pushing up into the cups. Her once pale orbs were now turning a faint crimson beneath the shadowy domes, the blood comming to surface on those luscious mounds. The shadow was relentless, the sucking and lashes only made her climax even more intense, prolonging the blissful effect. Her head rears back and simply hangs there as she leaves her chest up in the air. Kanoe's mouth was hanging open in a silent cry of pure ecstacy. Every pump of that inky black tendril made more of her nectar squish and gush out of her sex and onto the pile of leaves.

Ah, there we go. The girl had been brought to her peak, and pushed past it. Her body shuddered and her chest heaved, causing her ever so lovely pale mounds to thrust upwards, back arching, pushing the breasts into the gentle pulls and sucks of the suction cups. A few tentacles wrapped around the girl's back, lifting and supporting her arched back, keeping her gently in the position of ecstasy.

The tentacle deep within her continued it's pounding, now vibrating with a slow buzzing, slick with her juices, the liquid flowing onto the leaves like a small stream of pure honey. The shadowling was careful to collect this now, forming a small bowl-like pool of inky blackness below her dripping folds. It could use this later, as a comparison. A few moments of pondering passed, and the girl's suspended body was soon to be greeted by another visitor, another long tentacle forming from beneath her, this one pressing lightly against her ass, softly slapping her pale and wonderfully smooth cheeks.

"This may be a bit uncomfortable, but it should feel good afterwards."

The tentacle pushed itself into her ass, albeit slowly, not wanting to hurt the girl. It slid within her easily, partially since the tentacle was being formed to her exact dimensions, and because of some of the few small streams of her hot juices that slid down her gushing slit onto the tentacle. This one formed ribs as well, and began to piston in and out slowly, pushing against the walls of her ass tunnel, occasionally catching the feeling of the tentacle buried deep within her pussy.

The young student's arms rested loosely on the cool ground, letting the tentacles support her body fully. Kanoe's head sways with the sucks and pulls of her breasts as it continues to hang just off the ground. Her long braid dances, swaying like a snake as the silver clasp slides on the cold earth. The young witch continues hang on the tentacles, her body arched as if being offered as a sacrifice.

Kanoe's mind was swimming. She could not resist it. Her body needed it and now her mind wanted it all. The woman's cheeks were blushing crimson. Her eyes were glazed over and blank, no longer fighting the pure lustful feelings her body was experiencing. Despite her loss of breath, a faint moan manages to leave her lips as felt the tentacle buzzing and vibrating inside her. Her first climax was still finishing as she felt her body building up for another. The woman's spasming cunt held on tightly to the inky shadow as her nectar flows and gushes freely down the soak tendril, filling the bowl at the bottom steadily.

The lustfilled woman was no longer aware of anything else besides the stimulations that assaulted her body. The words formed above her but they did not register in her clouded mind. A brief feeling of disgust and feeling made her body cringe as she felt a second tentacle slap between her pale cheeks. Kanoe was not fond of being raped anally. Her mind began to resist as she felt pressure push into her anus. But, this was different from the other monsters. There was slight pain and pressure but it was incredibly slow and gentle as it began to fill her tight little rear. The thoughts of resisting faded from her mind as quickly at they came. This being knew just the right sizes to fill her body and just how to please her enough to drive her wild. Another weak moan of pleasure leaves her lips as she felt both the ribbed tendrils begin to piston inside both her tight entrances. As the one in her rear began to graze and rub into the vibrating one in her pussy, she began letting out breathless screams. The woman's cunt tightens and twitches uncontrollably around the vibrating tendril as she came again. Her body was getting very little rest as her body began to give in to climax after climax, slowly becoming a endless cycle of pure pleasure.

The muscles clenching around the tentacles buried inside the girls entrances caused the tentacles to double their efforts, the sheer volume of the girls hot nectar filling the bowl holding it to overflowing. A small glass bottle was fished out of the leaves, the shadowborn having prepared this spot before it had even begun to look for a subject. The sweet fluid was poured into the bottle, and the top was stoppered with a little cork. There we go, sample collected. She had done so very well, giving all of herself for the experiment. Not many girls were so...plentiful.

As the second climax hit, Siolazar took some of the hot juices flowing from the the girls drenched cunt and funneled them through itself. The liquid sped through the tentacle to her ass, moving quickly through the tentacle because of her muscle contractions. The fluid squirted up into her ass, fillng the tunnel with her nectar, acting as a sort of lube, the more her muscles contract, the more that is pushed in.

Kanoe did not care anymore. She did not know what this experiment was. To her it was just another monster raping her body. The young witch continues to gasp over and over in heated pleasure. Her body was more than willing to fill the bowl as her fluids flood out of her climaxing cunt. The stimulation to her chest and the constant pumping of the two tendrils were easily keeping her body going as her second climax occurs.

Her glazed eyes grow wide as she felt something pumping up into her tight rear. She groans softly as she thought the creature was cumming into her anus, not knowing that it was her own nectar that it was feeding her. With her rear filled with nectar, both tendrils rapidly piston into her two holes with ease. Kanoe's body sways and shakes as the two tentacles ravage her body relentlessly. Her second climax quickly turned into a third and then a fourth. Soon she was climaxing over and over, fresh nectar flooding into her rear, the excess soaking into the earth beneath her arching body. Her eyes began to close as her body grew weaker with each blissful release, a wave of fatigue following each wave of pleasure as her body slowly began to fall limp.

Climax after climax forced more of the girls sweet nectar into her ass, the tentacle so suffused with the liquid now it dripped of it's own accord and the honeyed liquid almost coated Siolazar. It continued the pounding for a few more moments, and then, as it noticed the fatigue evident in the girls body. It needed to give her time to recover, else she would pass out, and that wouldn't be good.

The long tentacle buried deep within her ass stopped it's assult, but it remained deep within her, filling her more perfectly than any lover possibly could, the same with the long lash nestled deep within her flooded sex. The midnight shadow that clutched her breasts in their soft embrace also slowed their stimulation of the girls engorged and hot nipples and the firm, but absolutely luscious orbs.

A voice now sounded through the shadowy dome, Siolazar choosing to actually use it's voice for once. It was raspy, but soft, like a gentle summer breeze.

"I really must be more careful. I don't want to have you pass out, and deny you the pleasure that you deserve for being such a good participant. It would be cruel of me, especially since I don't even know your name. Here, I'll offer mine. I am known as Siolazar."

Pleasure wracked her body over and over with every thrust and pull of those cups and tendrils. She could feel herself heating up more, almost burning up. Her limp body sways with the pistoning of the two tendrils, her cunt and ass drooling her womanly fluids. The feelings began to grow duller as she felt darkness begin to take her. She was not going to last much longer.

Then it all suddenly stopped. The tentacles thrust in deep and remained there, her ass and cunt clenching to them tightly. Nectar continues to run down the two tendrils and down her ass cheeks and thighs. Kanoe's mind was floating between concious and unconcious as the final climax runs it's course. She could feel her insides still clenching but were relaxing some. Her entire body glistens with sweat, chilling her body with the night air. The intense lashes and sucks on her breast had been to simple squeezes and tugs, keeping her hazy mind somewhat in the mood of things.

The young witch continues to rest in the shadow creature's tendrils. A raspy voice began to sound inside the dome, was it the creature's voice? As the creature spoke, her mind slowly regained some of it's senses. Kanoe remembers something about an experiment. What does raping a school girl have to do with it? Her cheeks flush, disgusted in herself for giving in so far but she couldnt help it. The shadow knew exactly what strings to pull to make her dance for it. A faint sigh escapes her lips as she continues to catch her breath.

"K-Kanoe..." She whispers softly. She saw no point in trying to resist. She was at it's mercy.

Siolazar nodded as the girl responded softly. Kanoe was her name hm. An unusual name, but not a bad one really. Something being uncommon often made it all the more valuable or beautiful, and this girl possessed the latter in ample supply. The tendrils buried within the girl twirled softly, rewarding her since she continued to be compliant.

"Kanoe. That is a very pretty name. Tell me, how long have you been here at the school? I haven't seen you around campus, and you seem to be one who would stand out. And I apologize for the way that I had to conduct my experiment. It is rather crude, but I doubt you would have simply accepted if I had asked."

A face formed in the dome of the shadow, a rather expressionless one, but a face nonetheless, something to relate to the voice. It peered down at the girl, and the tentacles holding her off the ground set her down gently, though it formed a thin shield against the now cold leaves.

Kanoe bites her lip to hide a soft squeak as the tendrils twirl inside her. No human could do things like that to her. It made her shiver as she thought about the action. It happened after she answered Siolazar's question. She did not like the feeling of being fed treats for good behavior, made her seem like a pet. The young witch still had no clue what this creature was. A being entirely made of shadow that can control her body and form it's body in different ways. Shows she has much more reading and studying to do as there are so many creatures on this island.

The questions he asked were odd. Most monsters do not ask for such useless information. They either rape her or try to manipulate her. Both which have been really trying her mind and body these past few weeks. Kanoe waits for the twirling to slow or stop before trying to speak. She blinks as she sees a face inside the dome though it lacked much definition or emotion but it was something. The creature continues to be gentle with her, laying down on a makeshift bed of shadow to protect her from the cold ground. She shivers slightly as the wind caresses across her sweaty body.

"A..A few weeks..perhaps a month.." She was not entirely sure right now, much has happened in such a short time after her arrival.

As she shivered, the shadow spectre closed the microscopic gaps in the dome that it had formed of it's body. There we are. The face continued to peer down at her, the tentacles buried within her stopping their spinning. The shadowborn rarely had time to converse with it's subjects, for after all, it had to retreat most of the time. It was somewhat lonely being a creature born and bred of nothing but ephemeral shadow, and it took what opportunities it could to interact on a less sexual level.

"I see. Do you like it here? Wait, what am I saying? There are monsters running about, myself I suppose included. It must be very trying."

The suction cups on the girls luscious orbs continued to pull and suck gently, though nowhere near as vigorously as before. Her breasts were very lovely indeed. Perfectly symmetrical, a rare enough trait, and their flesh was so very pale, a sharp contrast to the pure midnight of the shadowborn.

"Tell me, why do you seem so very different? You almost glow to my sight with something I do not recognize. Almost like an aura.

Kanoe felt the dome seal, the breeze no longer freezing her body. She sighs softly as she shivers, letting her body warm itself. The face did not show much reaction to her answer. But, it's to be expected from a being made of shadow. The woman was unsure what to think of the conversation. It was obvious it was trying to draw more information out. She wished he had started with this, would have gave her time to think of a way to break free if it were possible.

Siolazar's first question Kanoe decided to ignore as it pretty much realized how foolish it was to ask. Yes, there are many monsters about. One is infact with her right now. Though despite being less humanoid than the others she has encountered, it was rather gentle and talkative. The woman could not help but moan as the suction cups continue to pull and suck on her sensitive breasts. She could feel every movement the shadow domes made. The witch really wish she could number her body sometimes. She really wasn't a lustful person she thought.

"Different?" Kanoe blinks at the strange question, "My aura? A woman told me, I had a large abundance of mana... If that is what you see."

She was not sure what it meant by aura. It was apparent that the woman was not that strong. But, she remembers the mystic that gave her the tattoo on her chest told her she had a great amount of it. Though that conversation on the roof led to her being drained while in the heat of passion. Kanoe really hopes this thing did not feast on mana as well. She was unconcious for a few days after she was drained almost completely.

Mana...where had the shadowling heard that term before. It seemed rather familiar. Something out of old texts. The power that mortals used for their 'magic' it was...at least, that's what Siolazar remembered. Perhaps thats why this girl seemed so vibrant, so...well, attractice. It almost explained why it was drawn to her so quickly. The thought of the potential 'mana' as a resource to be harvested from the girls nectar made the shadowling spend a moment in contemplation.

"Hm. I was not aware of this 'mana' that you spoke about, but thank you for telling me. It is very useful. Tell me this though, and do be honest. Would you have simply submitted to my desire to conduct my experiment with you as the sub...err...participant?'

The voice was gentle, but still a bit raspy. It gently cradled the girl on the bed of shadow, and softly rocked her from side to side, hoping to ease any further discomfort or negativeness the girl may be feeling still towards the shadowling for it's assault on her.

Not many knew about mana. Well people have heard of it from their silly games but very few people knew how to channel it. Kanoe was not much better but at least she knew enough to cast some magic. She simply gazes up at the face in the darkness. Her shivering had stopped as she lays there inside the dome of shadow. The being was still analyzing her words, particularly mana which did not surprise her.

As it spoke it's next question, the shadow she lays on began to rock her gently. Much like one would cradle and try to soothe a baby. Usually she would complain about such things but, Kanoe was indeed weary and was best not to annoy this being anymore than needed. Even if she were to struggle, the thing will simply halt her movements again. The question was an easy one to answer.

"No, I would have fought back," She replies cooly with a slight frown, "I am still considering how to escape you. Just cause you are...gentler does not make it any better."