Subtle as the movement was, Amalia barely noticed anything enough to make her wake up. Her legs and waist did shiver however, as the appendage slid up her.

His moves grew bolder by the second. And sensing she was nowhere near waking up, he grew bolder than ever before...

He had almost reached the pink panties she had on, and decided what the heck...flashes of his parent's face flashed before him. How shocked he was to learn he had ravaged his daughter, the daughter he thought Kouzakai would treat as one blood. But no. He lost himself. He did the unthinkable. And for that...

Lust kicked in once more, taking him away from doubt. He started caressing the girl's pussy cheeks through the material of the panties. His eyes started to turn fathom-blue, dark as the un-sunshined depth of the deep abyss...

His parent had him imprisoned. But he swore he would finish what he did with her. He would finish what he started...

Silently he took the girl's blouse off without any awkward movement which could awaken the girl. Now she was only clad in her bra, which hardly contained her breasts, almost bursting out of her bra. And the girl's spread legs, seemed to move a bit to spread wider. At least that's what it looked like to him.

Amalia was out cold. Her sex pressed down on the tendril touching her as she let out a soft moan. Her face was beginning to turn a more flushed red.

She shivered as the cold wind blew against her bare skin, still unaware of what was going on. In her dream, she imagined her lover removing her clothes as she spread her legs out wide accepting him with anticipation.

Lust...the quintessential element that signals the birth of life, the attraction to one another...and the dark, rancid fantasies lurking in most men's souls.

Hey, he wasn't a man...but he shared this thoughts as a thinking creature, with a working mind, and a working body of...epic proportions.

His tentacles seemed to feel that the girl wasan't going to wake up, no matter what he did, and decided to go a notch further into naughtiness. Moving to her back, they unsnapped her bra and quickly grabbed it, throwing it away and exposing the girl's breasts.

White and round, capped by soft, luscious pink nipples...what man could resist?

He, in his lust fillled delirium, raised her carefully from her peaceful slump on the tree. No reaction, only a silent 'ohh' as his other tentacle didn't stop what they were doing downstairs. Perfect.

His hand, a little bit hesitant at first, reached out for the nearest breast to it, testing it's fullness and firmness in his palm. They had a youthful feel in them, as if they were untouched but oh-so-delightful to play with...to grope...to mash...to lick and suck.

That seemed like a good idea. But he wasn't so bold, lest she might feel a little bit more pleasure and just decide to wake up...

Her last article of clothing removed, Amalia felt a chill run down her spine causing her to shiver. Though she was being lifted from the ground, she had other thoughts running through her mind which seemed to take priority; her only reaction was to clench on what was inside her.

In her dream, Amalia pictured being raised into the air on a cloud, and being fucked by beams of light. Both in the dream and in reality, her body attempted to synchronize movements with it's newfound mate.

His actions has led to the girl becoming a picture of eroticism, clad only in her cotton panties and socks, as he had earlier taken off her shoes as well.

In those moments of limbo, when his hand was the only ting moving, the girl seemed to come awake and buck at every attention he was giving her young body.

Like who was more surprised than the monster when she suddenly bucked into his hands when he grasped her breast. He almost dislodged it but viewed her to be still deep in sleep. She was knocked out cold, but how could she...?

On the other hand though, the way she reacted...it excited the monster.

Like when he continued rubbing her nether cheeks, almost reaching her lips in the process, she bucked wildly, with her mouth wide open in a loud 'O', but the thing was no voice came out...only a loud blast of air.

She was feeling, but wasn't resisting...she was accepting.

Hell yeah.

Growing bolder, he decided to move to a more secluded place than here, where anyone could catch them, being a regular walkway.

Amalia's body shivered as the creature carried her in such haste. However, she continued to move on what had been placed inside her, leaving trails of her dripping juices.

In this clearing, where the monster had brought the girl, no one would disturb them. It would only be the two of them, body to body, face to face. This was where everything was about to happen...without resistance or any other 'prying' eyes.

He laid her down in a soft piese of grassy ground, and stared at her near naked body, once again thinking of what else to do...save for his tentacles which were already toying with her, exploring her very young bodice...

"A-ahnn.." Amalia let out a soft moan as she was placed on the ground. She sqirmed a little and tightened up her muscles slightly as her body felt cooler than it had for some reason.

His eyes remained transfixed on her face for some reason. She beared an uncanny resemblance, so much so that...

Before he knew he was doing what he had done in the past before. Those very exact touches, those very exact actions. He was shaking as he had before, during that time when he wished he hadn't done what he did.

But that's all in the past now, buried and overtaken by countless times of lust.

His touches went to her breasts,once again squeezing them to feel their firmness. They were nice bits of emale anatomy all right...perfect examples of youthful tautness. Her pussy was a downy mound, hairless and smoot. He wouldn't mind running a tongue down there...but there would be a right time for that.

And in time with his face drawing closer to the girl's, his fingers started to play with the girl's steadily hardening nipples.