Roslein sat in her seat, rapidly inhaling and exhaling. This morning had been the most infuriating of her school career, flooding her with unusual amounts of hatred. This morning, she had woken up to find all of her clothing shredded and her body terribly sore, with no explanation why. She had borrowed one of Naomi's spare uniforms, hoping the other girl wouldn't notice. Leaving for her first class, she found that she had left her homework on her desk. In the hall, she had tried to break up a fight between two girls, only to have a cola beverage rudely poured down the borrowed shirt and vest for interfering. Returning back to her shared room, she had to borrow another set of clothing and leave an embarassing note explaining the ruined garments.

That was just the start. Returning to class, she discovered that there were three tests that she had not studied for or even been aware of. Roslein barely managed to get through the first two, knowing that she probably got C's at best. The last one of the day, the one she was dreading, was in math, and worth 30% of her overall grade. That was the class she was currently in, staring up at the teacher like a rabbit in the headlights of an 18-wheeler, as her classmates sweated along with her. Roslein tried to calm herself down, mentally repeating, It's alright. I can do this. I will not fail.

Just as she was beginning to think that she might be able to do it, the girl next to her made a noise that broke her concentration and caused her to ask, "Are you okay, Brittania?" A second later, she was coated in a thick liquid with odd small chunks of matter. Some had even gotten into her partially-opened mouth. Spitting and scraping at her face with sharp fingernails, she screamed, "Gross!" in an excessively high-pitched voice. The other girls in the class were now all staring at her, even the girl who had just vomited all over her. Brittania seemed to have avoided getting any on her own outfit. Her teacher, the slender and hateful blonde woman who seemed to know just what to do to harm her, called in an unnessesarily loud voice, "Roslein, you may go back to your room and change into a uniform that is not covered in puke. Oh, and it would probably be a good idea to wash your hair."

Still sitting at her desk, breathing in and out, an odd smile spread across her face. Looking up at her math teacher, she replied in a sweet singsong voice, "Yes, Miss Izawa. It's so nice of you to be concerned about your students. And such a lovely outfit." The vain young schoolmistress looked quite flattered, smiling and responding, "Well, it is Dior. I got it at the sale, and it's-no, stop!" For Roslein had chosen that moment to get out of her seat and hug her, getting the liquid all over the outfit she was so proud of. Screaming bloody murder, Miss Izawa had shoved her off so hard, Roslein had collided with a desk and fallen to the floor.

"That's it, Miss Kiefer! You can complete your test after class, when everybody else is eating dinner and having fun! Oh, and I will be billing you for my dry cleaning!" Roslein had not stopped to listen to her shouted words, instead hearing them as she stomped to the door. She had ruined two of Naomi's uniforms, would likely have to borrow a third, and would miss dinner on top of that. And none of it had been her fault! Still, ruining Miss Izawa's fancy dress had felt quite good. She smiled, even if the few students in the halls stared.

Back in her room, she yanked the soiled garments off and wrote another message to go with the first. Looking at her bare body and ruined clothing, she looked back at the few items of clothing she still had that had not been completely ruined; a tight black longsleeved shirt and annoyingly short white skirt, which she had thrown into her wardrobe discard pile because she couldn't wear it without showing part of her underwear. Wiping at her face with a damp cloth, Roslein decided she could stand to wear it without underwear. Her clothing might not have been the uniform, but it at least covered everything that mattered. Besides, it wasn't as if anyone would be seeing her besides her teacher, maybe the odd student aide working overtime after classes.

Pulling on the articles of clothing, she strode through the empty halls. The bell had already rung, sending her fellow students to the dining hall for their dinner. Roslein wondered if any of her friends were wondering what had happened to her, or if the story had already gotten around of what had occured in that class. Finding her way to the unlocked math room, she slowly pushed open the door. The lights were off, and it seemed her teacher was not there, but her test was sitting on her desk next to a sharpened pencil and four-function calculator. Roslein was grateful to see that someone, probably a janitor, had wiped off her seat. "Well, I suppose I should get started..." she muttered, talking to herself to try to break up the silence. An empty classroom could be frightening, especially when you were used to seeing it filled with rambunctious teenage girls.

Sitting at her desk, Roslein crossed her legs, creating a clear view between them. However, she barely noticed and did not care; she was the only one in the room, and her test was the main issue at the moment. Chewing on her eraser, she thought for a moment and then began to work out the terribly difficult problems. Thirty-six cubed divided by the difference of fourty-nine times Q squared, assuming that Q is greater than two hundred and sixty-six.....eighty-nine times....V equals....the numbers began to run together in her mind as she worked them all through slowly. With great triumph, she turned the page. There, twenty down, only...eighty more to go!

She was asleep before her head hit the desk.

So, Antipode had kind of sort of promised Naomi that he wouldn't attack Roslein at her dorm. And he had even said that he wouldn't target her specifically, that is to say, he wouldn't hunt her just because she was Naomi's roommate. Or at least, that him encountering Roslein was, while likely, not something she had made more likely by mentioning her as her roommate the other night. Well... he had said those things, and technically he wasn't breaking those particular promises. Of course, he had no problem bending them... just slightly. Oh so very slgihtly.

In truth, what he was doing right now was was trailing her for the day until she was both alone and likely to stay alone for quite awhile. So, he had to wait all day. Still, he had seen quite the show. He'd been invisible, using his technology to allow himself to move quietly and with stealth. He hadn't attacked her in the dorms, yes, and wouldn't... but how to justify tailing her? Well, technically he wasn't making it any more likely. For she would have most likely been attacked by another monster in this place, had she been alone. There WERE other monsters hunting in the classrooms today, after all. So, really, she wasn't losing anything she wouldn't have lost anyway. Now, the only reason he cared was because he didn't like going back on his word, regardless of the reason.

Regardless, watching her had been interesting. She had gone through three of Naomi's outfits which the girl was so keen on keeping. That amused her. No wonder Naomi was losing clothes, she was getting them destroyed by both monsters and humans. And since humans preferred that sort of modesty for some reason, he understood the annoyance. He wouldn't like having to replace something he liked all the time either. But her choice of garments this time was... quite interesting. A very short white skirt that showed her underwear... and no underwear at all. He wondered, was she asking for an attack? Still, it did not matter...

He waited a little longer, for her to do her test and allow the time to grow later, making it less and less likely some human would barge in. He noticed the view between her legs, and noted it quite carefully. Soon, though, the girl's tiredness got in the way, and she fell asleep. Hmm... he waited a minute, seeing if she would awaken. Then, he decided to take his actions finally. A tentacle moved to the door, and he locked it from inside, making sure it was sealed so nobody could enter or exit. Then, tentacles began moving towards her...

A number of them surrounded her, large enough to bind her when he wished. However, for now, he decided not to begin with the seizing in and of itself. She was trapped, though she may attempt to escape anyway. He'd find it interesting, to see her do so. For now, though, he simply made sure escape was impossible. Several smaller tendrils approached her, several reaching to her shirt and moving up underneath, tracing slowly, carefully up her body to find her breasts. The tightness of the shirt would make it slightly uncomfortable, the pressure of the shirt on her body. More importantly, one would move slowly up her leg, tracing until it reached her wide open body. The tip of the tentacle traced along around her opening, before, just lightly, reaching for the edge of her lips, rubbing up and down slowly before moving up, higher, finding her clit and tracing barely upon it, giving almost no pressure. Oh, no, he wouldn't be really beginning for awhile. He wouldn't enter her for quite awhile. But tease her? Well... why not? She didn't have panties on, after all!

Blissfully unaware of what was going on around her, Roslein slept deeply. In her current sleep stage, it would be near impossible to wake her. Well, that and the fact that she was having a lovely dream, and would likely resist anything trying to rouse her. It was strange; her dreams were usually filled with oceans of dark red, strangely thick and boiling hot. She would be standing along the shore, staring out into the distance, when her mother and a man who she suspected was her father (though his face was not as clear) would walk up to her slowly, both wearing white. "Why are you here?" They would both ask her, and she would shake her head and start to say, "I don't know why I'm here." And yet, even as she said the words, they somehow always turned into, "You sent me here."

As previously mentioned, the dream she was now experiencing was thankfully free of her parents and the bizarre ocean which she only realized in her waking was blood. In this one...everything around her was soft, and of very delicate pink shades. She lay on a wonderful pink cloud, staring up at a sky reflecting all the brightness of day, the lovely robin's-egg blue that nonetheless still contained the shining silvery stars of night. Roslein found that she liked them together much more than she liked them apart. A quiet voice whispered to her, 'You have brought to us the stars." Turn as she might, she could not see the speaker. The cloud she was on was growing to a deeper pink very gradually, floating along at some unknown direction. There did not seem to be any wind pushing it.

Up ahead, Roslein thought she saw Naomi on a similar cloud. Sitting up on her own, she waved to the girl, trying to get her attention. When she finally did, she thought Naomi was yelling to her, shaking her head hard. The look on her face was frightening. The other girl kept this up for a few more minutes, until finally giving up and simply pointing down. Beneath them, the horrible red ocean had returned. And Roslein's cloud disappeared. She fell screaming towards the terrible liquid, realizing that the other woman had been trying to warn her. And for the first time in her dreaming, she knew it to be blood.

Before she fell into the blood ocean, that dream ended. Instead of awaking, she went straight into another dream, as she so often did at night. This one was full of darkness, but strangely she was not afraid as she would have been in life. This darkness felt warm, almost damp. Sitting there, she felt someone come up to her. "Hello?" Roslein asked, but he did not respond. She felt his hands sliding up her shirt, barely fitting under the tight fabric. Somehow in this dream she permitted it, leaning forward towards the unseen young man, smiling and encouraging him to touch her, to run his fingers over her soft breasts and trace around the nipples, teasing her and making her wait, and then finally very gently stroking and rubbing them as well, causing a soft gasp of excitement to emerge from her pretty red mouth.

Feeling another hand wind up her leg to feel her most sensitive areas, she giggled and asked, "Aren't we moving a little fast, good sir? I'm not a whore, you know." It took her a moment to remember that humans did not have three hands. When that finally came to mind, Roslein awoke screaming, finding herself in such a situation that she would've rather been back asleep. In her terror, all she could see around her were horrific, monstrous tentacles. It was not the hands of some amorous gentleman that were touching her in such personal manners, it was just more tentacles! But Roslein did not scream anymore. Instead, she just smiled. She must have fallen into another dream, a nightmare perhaps.

There was no other explanation. As it was, this was only a dream, and there was nothing wrong with that. She decided she would just enjoy the feelings that were being produced very slowly. In a dream, everything was okay, even if it came from tentacles. And who knew? This could be a rewarding experience. She had so little relief in her waking hours, and it had been a stressful day. "Oh, no, tentacles! They're touching me!" Roslein's voice was giggly and wavering, like that of a person who is half-awake and trying very hard to go back to sleep.

*Arent we... little fast..." She was talking in her sleep. She must have been quite tired, to be responding so. Oh, well, he'd wake her up soon enough. He actually didn't have enough time to do any different sorts of actions before she awoke with a start. She looked around, fear in her eyes, and screamed, realizing where she was. But then, her surprise done, she seemed to calm down immediately in a very peculiar way, she smiled, relaxed, closed her eyes again. How very... weird, really. He hadn't had that kind of reaction before, not specifically.

Then, easing back, she seemed to accept it, and then even playfully speak out again. She sounded tired, almost like she wasn't quite awake, maybe, perhaps, believing she was in some sort of dream, and so deciding to allow the feelings. It was a pity, she wouldn't be relaxed for all that very long, for he did not tend to stay... gentle the whole way through. At first, of course, he would move slowly, drawing the process out. After all, he had complete control here, and there would be no interruptions, either. It was what he preferred. Especially since he had so many choices. He had no rush, as he didn't need to wait weeks or months inbetween.

His tentacles would move slowly, carefully for now, several of them wrapping around her compliant wrists, moving her hands up above her head. She would feel the ones under her shirt move differently, as if trying to pull it up. And in fact, that's what soon happeened, her shirt moving slowly up her body, slipping up past her warm breasts, and soon up over her head. Once the shirt was removed he continued to hold her wrists above her head, not outstretched but still bent somewhat, still with some capability for movement, though she would not have enough to pull away easily at all.

More tentacles moved below, wrapping around each one of her knees, firmly but not too tightly. All the tentacles would feel warm and slightly wet on their undersides, she may notice, and they were not unpleasant to the touch, either. her legs, by way of her knees, were pulled slowly apart, allowing him better access to her body, and an easier time with his teasing. The tendril lightly teasing her clit began moving slightly faster, having an easier time of moving and wriggling now between her thighs. Only the smallish, wet tip was rubbing against the little nub, giving more pressure than before, now truly rubbing instead of simply tracing on it. Up above, her bare, naked breasts would each feel a tentacle moving, first up her side, then slowly, carefully, winding there around her fleshy orbs.

Their undersides were different than the others, having little bumps and strange small protruding cilia which could rub semi-independantly. The entire underside had a peculiar muscle structure that allowed them to pulse slightly, grip somewhat, which had the effect on flesh of a light massage or a groping. She would feel her breasts groped by the entirety of the tentacles that wrapped around them. They moved in a full circle, and the tip, after moving just slightly for the second round, wound quickly up to her nipples, the narrow, wet tips rubbing lightly, flicking gently, against her hardening tits. He would give her breasts slowl, pulsing squeezes as the tips trailed around and on the nipples, in general teasing her as best he knew how.

He wondered whether he should speak to her, yes, no, hmm. He was also curious... in her semi-dream state, how would a mental communication react? Would it be normal, wake her up, seem to her that it was coming from her dreams? Well... there was only one way to find out, yes? His curiosity got the better of him, and he spoke, then, deep in her mind. She would not hear anything, as the words came not from her senses but from inside, strange thoughts that probed into her mind, but would not seem as though they were particularly intrusive.



Tell me your name... and whether you will submit to me. These feelings can go on as long as you can handle them. Do you want them? He was really, at least in part, playing with her here. He knew her name very well, this Roslein. And his next question was a moot point, merely a piece of his strange sense of humor. Her words meant nothing as to whether she'd submit... he was just curious as to pure reaction. That is, he wanted to know how her semi-sleeping mind would respond!

Feeling more tentacles wrap about her limbs, lifting her arms and separating her legs, Roslein giggled again and did not resist. "Such...naughty little tentacles. What are they doing, I...wonder..." Her shirt was removed, exposing her pale stomach and breasts. The air conditioning in the room was pumping hard as it so often is in classrooms, the chill causing her suddenly exposed nipples to protrude from her body. She was one of the large group of women who posessed inverted nipples, though she had never willingly shown them to anyone. The sudden cold feeling on her bare skin caused a soft frown to appear on her previously entirely calm features. "I've never had...a dream with temperature..."

Her confusion was smoothed away by the sensations spreading through her from the somewhat firmer stroking of her tiny clit. "Oooh...naughty tentacles..." Roslein repeated, smiling and leaning her head back. She felt more tentacles winding around her breasts, eventually touching them directly. They felt unusual to her...something like a hand covered in a washcloth, but with more small details. It felt almost as if they were squeezing her breasts very slightly. She had to say, this was a very odd dream to be having.

What did it mean? On the surface, it seemed to imply that she had a 'thing' for tentacles. Hm...Roslein had read that the Japanese had artwork and stories of such things. Had she inherited that perversion? Were perversions even inheritable? Digging deeper, though, perhaps it was trying to tell her that she was too staid, that she needed to 'get laid' as the American expression went. However, that went against her religious teachings. Sex outside of marriage was wrong and a sin; God said so, Jesus said so, etc.

An odd question pulsed into her sleepy musings, feeling foreign but not nessesarily bad. Perhaps that was how the tentacles communicated in dreamworld. Still smiling, she responded aloud, "I'm....Roslein Tara Kiefer....silly tentacles....yes, I do..." Why would her dream ask permission to continue? In most of her dreams, the bad things simply did what they wanted. Maybe that meant that the tentacles were on the good side. Considering what they were doing, and the shudderingly pleasurable feelings they were imparting, she was all for handing over a Good Guy badge and an extra gold star for 'good behavior'.

"Now...tell me your name....and why....you are doing this...for me." Not to me, but for me. Roslein could be very bossy in her sleep, and didn't see anything wrong with asking the little tentacles questions. Hm, maybe she should have said names instead of name; they all might have different names. Meanwhile, the continued attentions to her body were having a decided effect upon her, in the form of a damp patch on what little of her skirt was still located beneath her bottom and a faint reddish blush sweeping across her cheeks.

Huh.

That was the first thought, so to speak, that came to his mind, in reaction to her words, feelings, everything. He really wasn't quite sure what to make of it. It certainly wasn't a normal reaction, even Naomi was far less... pliable than Roslein was. He was beginning to wonder, were all the girls this easy? After all, the only thing he was doing differently was not outright attacking them, but being somewhat... cordial, at least. He didn't act to cause them pain. Had they been here and go through so much that that alone was enough to cause them all to melt in his hands? Er... tentacles... whatever. The analogy works.

Silly, naughty tentacles. Playful, affectionate words for his appendages. She knew what they were doing but welcomed it, in her semi-sleepish state. Or maybe she only thought she was asleep, that none of this could hurt her? Well, he would make sure not to hurt her at least, though she was definitely not asleep, and this was definitely, without a doubt, real. She was being raped by his tentacles, given pleasure and forced... though, really, was it really rape if her heart was willing? Hmm. Didn't matter, he was simply enjoying himself, and would have either way. The end result is the same, after all.

So, the words in her mind registered to her to be coming from him... but she still didn't believe it was real, enjoying it as if it was simply a dream. She would feel an emotion enter her, clearly from the tentacles playing with her. Amusement. The feeling which would, in a human, cause a playful smile. She would know it was not her emotion, simply, easily know. His thoughts were not vague, in the least. For her, did she say? Not to her but for her? Well, if she wanted to think of it like that, he wouldn't stop her, naturally.

Yes, Roslein... I now know your full name. Roslein Tara Keifer. Good. Her response was clear. She wanted it, or at least did as long as she thought it was a dream. He knew he'd have to take that illusion away eventually, but for now he simply accepted her words. She would feel a small tentacle snake from the back of her neck, right below it, up, slowly coiling up to the front of her neck, tracing gently with its tip, just as others traced elsewhere. She would soon feel several more, one tracing her side, another her stomach, yet another one of her thighs, even as he continued groping her breasts, squeezing on them lightly with a near constant, pleasant pressure, toying with her nipples and rubbing her clit, now doing the latter slightly harder once again.

She would, finally, feel a slight change in the way she was being played with, after a little while. He was waiting to answer her questions, instead using her words as a cue to move slightly farther. The tips toying with her nipples would open slightly, a slight, slightly moutlike appendage now. They moved, sucking around her nipples, feeling almost like mouths at the tips of her breasts, sucking those hard nubs into a warm, wet place. She would feel the sucking, the strange, softer, wetter texture of the area inside, the little cilia rubbing against her nubs as they were sucked on with a pulsing pressure. The rest continued tracing, on her neck, body, everywhere. Then, finally, letting a little time pass, he answered.

Antipode works as a name...but you may call me as you wish, silly tentacles works just as well. She would feel the emotion like a smile once again. But why? Because I enjoy your pleasure immensely... and you will feel great pleasure, as long as I have you. A few silent moments passed, as he continued toying with her at the level he had moved to before. He was taking his time, bit by bit, playing with her, gaining her pleasure. But, finally, he decided it was time to tell the truth.

There is something you should know... before I begin in earnest. Your enjoyment, and my existence, are not a dream... you are awake. If this robs you of your ease of mind, do not worry... I will replace ease of mind with more physical pleasures soon enough.

Roslein smiled wider as she felt the amusement of the silly tentacles in her dream. She wasn't quite sure how she felt it, just that she did and knew it came from them and not herself. Hmm...well, dream logic was always odd. At least there were no flying cows attempting to beat her upside the head with their udders in this one. And thank goodness; those dreams always left her sitting before her fridge at three in the morning, consuming every cup of yogurt it contained, except for the peach ones. "I'm happy....you're happy." she commented, though whether she meant that her happiness was increased by that of the tentacles or was simply making the observation that they were both happy was impossible to determine. It is possible that she herself did not quite know.

She nodded to the next thoughtspeak referring to her name. It sounded so nice said by that voice...so very peaceful, to her anyway. The addition of even more tentacles did not alarm her, but seemed to make her happier. "More friends....for the party." She was not yet sure whether all of the tentacles were individual sentient beings and only one was speaking to her, or if it were only one being with many tentacles. Then again, maybe there was no distinction in this dream. Besides, it didn't quite matter, other than her simply wanting to be polite to her tentacley dream visitor(s).

The increased attentions made her wonder what exactly their aim was. Were they simply touching her to touch her, because they felt like it, rather like small puppies, or did they have some sort of agenda? Perhaps they were preparing her to meet their Tentacle King, like in The Wizard of Oz. Only, in that song and dance number, the helpful people in green had only offered baths and changes of clothes, not erotic massages. Still, who was she to say what was considered normal in Tentacle Land? Gee, this was certainly an odd one. Roslein fully intended to write about this particular dream in her dream journal when she awoke.

Oddly enough, as time passed, she almost felt like something were drawing her nipples into wet, textured depressions. Looking down at her breasts, she found the two tentacles from earlier had indeed done as she had felt. "That's....odd....but nice...." It felt like twin pairs of lips sucking on her delicate tits, causing them to stiffen further and become shaded a slightly deeper pink, almost red. What a delightful thing! Roslein wondered at it all, trying to decide whether her mind was creating all of these sensations or if she were somehow touching herself in so many places in her sleep.

Even more terrifying, perhaps a group of students (or even her teacher!) had found her sleeping and decided to molest her limp form while they could. Horrible as the notion was, Roslein decided she wouldn't be too cross with them if that turned out to be the case. Indeed, when she awoke, she might 'return the favor' in some suitably satisfying manner. The thought made her smile widen even further. Why not? Considering the magnitude of the mounting arousal she felt, it certainly made sense to thank those responsible.

Hearing another thoughtspeak, Roslein giggled like the silly schoolgirl she was. "Okie dokie, Auntie Pode. Hm....you sound male to me....but maybe I just think everything with tentacles must be male..." Still giggling, she nodded appreciatively to his...sorry, her...next words. "Alright, Ms. Pode...I don't mind." She wasn't sure what she thought about a female tentacle monster, or for that matter one that called itself her Auntie. That was certainly strange; maybe there was some sort of Freudian meaning behind that, or perhaps it was just another of the quirks of this world that women called themselves Auntie instead of Ms. or Mrs. or Miss. Or maybe not...Ms. Pode hadn't addressed her as Auntie Roslein. Maybe it was an old lady thing.

The words that came after a while filled Roslein with confusion. "....Awake? But....tentacle monsters don't exist....Well, there are squids...but they don't talk...." It wasn't quite sinking in yet. She had so convinced herself that the monster currently touching her body in such personal ways was simply a figment of her imagination that it would take a figurative stick of dynamite to convince her otherwise. True, also, was that she was resisting the notion because of what it would mean to her very concept of what was real, as well as her belief in her own safety. It was cognitive dissonance at work; the statements 'I am being attacked by a tentacle monster' and 'tentacle monsters do not exist' stood at a sort of imbalance. Only by convincing herself that it was not real could her mind have peace.

Aunty... pode? Sigh. She had misinterpreted his name for similar sounding ones. Clearly she knew nothing of geography or even astrophysics, where an antipode could refer to a number of concepts. Oh, well. He figured he wouldn't bother with that but would instead try to correct her misinterpretations. She still believed she was in a dream, and acted as if she was in one. She also thought him to be female, based on the statements of Auntie Pode... well. Time to begin explaining to her what he meant.

She would feel a laugh, amusement at her words and responses.No... not Auntie Pode. Antipode. Anti as in antimatter, pode you got correct. I am male enough, not at all female, you should know as well. Don't fret, though, it's an alright mistake to make, considering how similar the words anti and auntie sound. He wodnered if this was a good idea at all, considering she still thought she was sleeping, or else, refused to believe something otherwise.

He continued playing with her, teasing her body lightly, beginning to change, just slightly, the nature of his teasing. The tendrils moving across her body would have their tips open up, just like the ones on her breasts... she would soon feel more than one beginning to clamp down, underneath her arms, on her stomach, on her neck, and soon, playfully, one of them clamped on one of her inner thighs. Most importantly, though, the smaller tendril toying with her little clit changed its actions. It, too, opened, just a small amount, and moved over the entire region of her nub, and clamped down, just like above on her nipples.

She'd feel the sucking, the little cilia rubbing against her nub, like a mouth sucking on her most sensitive spot. In fact, it felt like mouths everywhere, playing with her entire body. Nice? Yes... and it is getting nicer, isn't it? You're mine tonight, Roslein. Just as Naomi was the other night. He let that sink in, at least he hoped it would sink in quickly enough. Yes, he'd already been with Naomi, and now he'd find out if Roslein would whimper. She would feel his smile turn slightly playful, mischevious. In fact... she figured you'd whimper, feeling me give you pleasure.

Next she would feel tentacles down at her feet. They removed her shoes, socks, leaving her, finally, with only her too-short skirt on her body, otherwise completely naked and completely vulnerable to his actions. And I am real... as real as your roommate. You are not sleeping, Roslein. You are awake... and this is truly happening. Are you still so willing, if this is real, if the feelings I am giving you are real? It made him amused, wondering if she'd finally get it, finally understand, and finally react as if she was awake. She was completely in his grasp, unable to escape, and probably didn't want to. She was enjoying the pleasure greatly... and the constantly inreasing pleasure more and more as time went on, didn't she?