Magadon put the image of Hanaji's smirking lips in Cassie's mind, even as his fondling tendrils quickened in their ministrations. The darkness lay her on her back, her legs folded in twin 'V's, her form all but vulnerable to the roving witch lights that served as his eyes.

Do you really want me to show you?

His tendrils left no space on her flushing skin untouched, leaving only her most erogenous zones untouched. The points whipped and stroked across her quivering belly, twirling and circling around the outermost area of her aureolae and roaming her thighs with all the sick care of a psychopathic lover.

Do you really want me to please you?

Pressure ‘gan squeezing on me head, like from the inside out…an then it wuz gone. A most peculiar sensation, that left me chest heaving a bit an a trickle of sweat running down me brow. Opening me eyes I saw the pale body…a body I loved. Her face before mine, the purple hair gone black in the darkness of our room. The white sheets pooled about me body, kicked off no doubt during the nightmare and my no doubt sudden rise. I sat there while she spoke to me, while her hands moved soothingly ‘bout me body.

Those roaming hands pushing me back into the softness of the mattress. Laying me back an exposing every inch of me tender body to her delightful touch. Do you really want me to show you?

“Yes…..hold me….love me…..oh Hanaji” Her small pert bosom slides along me taught body, the nightmare slowly fading beneath her delicate touch. Oh how I loved this woman who had taught me much about life and love with her large warm heart of gold.

Fingers touching, roving o’er me body till it seems as if there is nothing new they will ever touch. Thumbs rub me temples, reducing the tension of the previous nightmare, massaging it away like so much grime. Gone….gone as me whole body sinks deeper an me heart once more ‘gins to beat faster. This time though, this time it does it because of love, an a spark of lust. A spark that quickly flares to fire an warms me belly.


Fingers circle closer to those special places upon me body. Circle round the taught an aching flesh of me own bosom. Fingers that tease with a world of promise in every motion. I move under her touch, trying to slide me nipple into the path of that finger. Trying to slide me middle towards the hand upon me inner thigh. For the first time I let her pose me…let her take the lead in our usual dance an become the recipient.

A whisper in the darkness, 'Do you really want me to please you?' the hot moist breath upon me ear. Her voice full of the lust an merriment that is Hanaji when we share our most intimate moments. I can hear it in her voice, the clear sign she feels as I do….the clear sign I can submit and be well cared for. This woman I trust with me very heart….an whom trusts me.

“As the lord in heaven is me witness….yes….please yes…..oh god is good.” I chirp tween heaving breaths that leaves me nipples jiggling atop their firm mounds. The smile upon her pale face stretches to a huge grin. White teeth glisten an her eyes seem to sparkle in mischief. How I love this woman……

The girl's faith had come so close to breaking past his illusions. But the psionic prowess of a Nal'senshi, particularly that of a Savant, were not to be taken lightly. Each of the shadowborn brood had learned to hide more powerful abilities, saving their power only for occasions that could have called for it. Magadon would never admit that this human had forced him to call upon his seldom-used abilities, but lust does things to even the most emotionless of monsters.

He cast a powerful mental projection of a naked Hanaji sauntering towards her prone form. The detail he'd lavished upon the illusion would have driven the very best of the human painters mad with longing or stunted inspiration. Every move that she made, Cassie saw. And every reaction she made, only fanned the unnameable fire that burned in what served as the Nal's loins.

The blanket of writhing darkness lifted Cassie's slender form easily, even as the points of his tendrils began to get a little more forward, their teasing taken into a whole new level as they fondled her most sensitive parts sliding on and off with little to no warning.

A nagging distrust pushing ’gainst the back of me head. But I wuz seeing her, an seeing is believing or so many of the unsaved had said to me. Her bright blue eyes glowing in what little light the room spat at us. Her skin so warm and soft next to mine as she rubbed her body gently ‘gainst me. Rope bound me arms hind me back an left them pinned tween the hard rock floor and me spine.

How many times had I done this to her? Teasing an a playing with her as she submitted to me every whim. The tables turning in our relationship as I feel the strap on she must where tease me entrance, and then slide within. I can feel me insides fill with each inch of its relentless plunge within me. Feel me insides surround an grip the slick surface. Some how I feel like I float, me back arching, to met the thrust and then buck back, rubbing me self along her warm body.

So many sensations an points of pleasure. Her talents unimaginable while I float in her embrace. I feel as though me nipples ache in pleasure. Each hard round point played with till the point that pleasure an pain seem as one. Each touch sending a jolt of electricity down me nerves that sets me body afire with lust.

I jump in her embrace as her fingernail seems to flick across me exposed bud. A sharp intake of breath that rattles me teeth for the moan passes back out only to be silenced by a warm an questing tongue of me love. I drink her in, every instance of pleasure adding to what has come before till I am close to the inevitable wave of pleasure threatening to wash o’er me.
Will she demand I hold back like the many times I have done the same with her? I hope not….for I fear I will be unable when the time comes. For already I can feel me slide along the path. Already I feel as though the end is inevitable and that it will come sooner than later…..

“hanaji”…….a nearly silent whisper amidst the sound of naked flesh ‘gainst flesh.

The smile he'd created was a hauntingly seductive simulacrum of Hanaji's own, meant to send shivers up and down Cassie's spine. The shading darkness lifted her prone writhing form high, almost to his level.

As his tendrils relentlessly fondled her, Magadon came up with an idea. Humans do have their uses, it seems, was the thought that ran through his mind in that private consciousness.

Weaving more of his phenomenal mental powers, he cast another powerful illusion that affected her sense of balance, making it seem as if she was lying down even as her head pointed floorwards.

His liquid tongue, dripping ceaselessly from the bottom of his mask, formed once again as it tasted Cassie's flowing essence.

(Welcome back. *bows*)

(thanks, good to be back)

Laying upon the clouds of heaven itself my lover touches me. Touches me with her gifted tongue me first reaction to thrust me knees together round her warm head as a tingle of ticklishness rolls up me spin from a touch so different to the whip like flicks of before. Relaxing then into her embrace, I wiggle me middle on slow undulations moving the delightful tongue along me wet an puffy lips an then back ‘gain to the middle of me being. The gasp echoing off the nearby walls startles me with its force. Me own gasp that, a cry of happiness…..

“yesss……hanaji…..love……ummmmmm” A refrain of music, plunging from low notes to high ones in synch with the traveling touch. Sooooo very wet. I can feel the moisture upon me muff, me essence no doubt coating her lips an tongue in a sheen of pungent sweetness. So close…..

Me head swirls form side to side, strands of red hair cross me pale face. Yet it is nothing compared to the sensations from tween me quivering thighs. Muscles tense along me spin forcing me breasts higher, the points begging for her attention. I am thankful to me lord she does not deny me the coming orgasm. A kinder master than I …. Oh how I must have tormented her with me demands.

Lo-o-ve, Hanaji's voiced whined in her mind's ear, sweet and pleading. Me too...

Once again, it was proven, the appeal of these young humans to the other denizens of Shokushu. Maybe it was their physical uniqueness, or the way the carried themselves among their peers. Maybe even all the problems some of them hid inside or the traits that made them stand out from one another. He'd have to make a compendium of all that he'd learn from his 'pupils' one day.

One day in the near future. The lust he'd struggled to suppress was raging unchecked once again, but he wasn't trying very hard to stop it. Cassie's taste and musk had surprisingly overwhelmed him. Magadon gave himself to the unchecked desire, his tendrils fondling becoming more frenzied with his flowing arousal.

In Cassie's mind, she could see her lover's well-formed legs stretch out to surround her head, the strap-on touching the tip of her lips as her arms encircled her waist and her tongue lashing in sweet mischief against her folds.

‘Oh my love’ I think as her voice rings sweetly in me ear. I feel a finger probe the tight swirl of muscle, saliva an me own copious juices running tween me cheeks to heavily lubricate the skin. The finger pushes ‘gainst me hole, sliding past the muscles that guard me entrance. As every muscle in me body strains at her ministrations I feel her enter me even more so from the tightness of me grip upon that lone finger.

Another couple of fingers probe the wet center of me, pushing me wider, finding me center ready to accept them. Plunging inwards, rubbing gainst the first finger though the thin membrane of me insides. Wicked Hanaji does not stop there….no. More fingers….wider yet she stretches me an as the sparks in me head form, ready to explode I swear she pushes her whole hand one inch at a time into me wet an waiting embrace. Bucking back an pinned by her body a feel the me inner lips swell round the width of her. Me insides stuffed an full till I think I will split at the seams. The hand pulling out…only to plunge back with greater force that bows me back an forces me shoulders hard into knees, pinning me tween the hammer of her hand and the anvil of her knees.

Falling…..falling off the edge I float….float until….until that final all consuming touch.

The tongue slides one more time across me exposed nub sending a final shiver down nerves to me very insides. Heat flares across me body, sweat trickling from every pour. Knees clench tightly round me loves head. Fingers curl to dig into me own forearms. An for all it should hurt I feel nothing but the sudden quiver of me loins that forces a joyful cry past me lips. A cry that continues uninterrupted for what seems hours as I buck an shudder upon the lapping tongue.

I cry out past the strap on…past the hard plastic that slides in an out of me mouth. I do little to work it as me own joy takes hold. Even less knowing it will do nothing for her. I wish her to take it off, to give her back what she has given me this wonderful evening. To be able to wrap my hands round her naked body an explore it much the same as she now explores mine.

Fingers caressing flesh, feeling the heat they have brought. Gently, the finger moves in an out of me bum, slowly as if to keep the fires burning. Her tongue lightly touches me middle, bringing laughter to me lips. Sounds explode once more in the room as each touch seems to drive me mad with ticklishness. Every inch of me skin seems sensitive beyond reason….

“Stop” I manage to mumble past the plastic…then for good measure “please”

“yah know how I am after….harder touches…tinkle otherwise….need to get you….get this thing off an let me get you….me minx” the last dripping with desire even as the rest is cheerily said. How can it be anything less after such a rush of happiness, the glow still there, still smoldering .

'Hanaji's' eyes narrow seductively as Magadon's whip-like tongue teases her nether regions. But I like it where it is, came the petulant reply. It... Fills me.

Besides, while he knew members of his race that could be female, the Nal had no clue if there was such a spell that would allow him to interchange one of his defining parts with that of a female's. Even if he could get back his measure of reserve.

Please let me keep it on? Cassie could almost hear that sexy pout in her lover's voice. I promise to be good to you...

The dreamstuff that served as his tongue suddenly drove itself deep into her most sacred area, the scent and taste all the stronger as the darkness writhed madly.

Let me hear you enjoy it, lo-o-ve... He was beginning to like impersonation.

(What you're typing bothers me... The good kind of bother... )

Her hand withdraws from me tight wet embrace. I can almost imagine the wet slime running down her wrist as it glistens in the firelight. Soooo very wet that I seem to ooze as me insides tighten once more in a way only god can fathom as it is he who made women the way we are. One moment stretched to breaking, the next tightening once more so that even a pencil can be tightly held.

I breathe, catching me breath now that I am no longer fully filled. Me chest rising an falling as she touches the warm metal ring upon me nipple giving it a small twist. A groan fills me throat, its husky sound filling the room as I seek to thrust me aching breast into her hand. A hand slick with me juices, the musky an familiar scent now filling me nostrils. If she wished I would gladly have licked every bit of me juices off of her much as I have had her do so many times to me. But for now me mouth remains full.

The plastic within me mouth buzzes. A familiar sensation of Hanaji’s favorite toy. Perhaps surprising that given my dominate nature I prefer to use me tongue an fingers on me love instead of the more masculine strap on. I reckon it’s her way of having a sort of male like dominance in our relationship, or perhaps she knows something ‘bout me self I care not to admit. For I do enjoy the thick hard sword within me sheath, pumping away, filling me insides. Though this is new….very different that she would want me to suck upon it, but then everything today is new for both of us it would seem.

Pulling back I speak, past her strap on….past the thick hard shell. “ok….just not to deep….or rough” knowing who she gets in the troughs of passion. Wondering if me teeth are safe if she gets too excited. I lick, an suck, moving her phallus around in me mouth knowing how me actions will move the other end within her.

With that she seems satisfied, her tongue suddenly darting deep within me now tight hole. Plunging inwards an pushing the walls of me joy wider once more. Reflexes tighten me embrace of her. Muscles shutter an clench round the slimmer surface. The surprise of her assault forces a gasp from round the plastic, before she plunges this to deeper into me, the hard surface seeming to bend an soften as all air is cut off, the end of her lodged deep within the tight embrace of me throat.

I survive for now, her thrusts hard, deep an rough. Gasping for air tween each strike, seemingly timed perfectly with her plunging tongue, both driving into me at the same time. A passionate hard tempo that leaves me body half starved for oxygen an yet sooooo very hot an excited. The tongue drives the air from me lungs just as the vibrator closes off me throat. Only as she pull s back does the air hiss past its semi –rigid surface in a bellow. Before she thrusts once more I suck in the much needed oxygen, never quite filling me lungs.

Growing slightly dizzy with the pace, even while me blood boils and heats me once more. The sound of wet slapping flesh an momentary gasps an moans fills me ears. Hot an wet our passion takes on new an more strident meanings.

(thank you, I can think of no better compliment )

In his state of arousal, Magadon had almost lost his ability to think clearly, so intent was he on Cassie's form and her ministrations. It was a wonder his tendrils still kept their grip all over her. He felt that he could not get any bigger, but then the red-head had proved him wrong on so many levels.

The Nal needed release, so expert were the licks and lips of his victim. His essence was running from the slit like a little river, her mouth around it lubricating his length as his tongue slid in and out as a suction-tipped tendril swallowed her swollen center and began to suck as the rest of his extra limbs fondled and groped frenziedly.

Oh, yes! Like that, Cassie!

Our passion seems to know no bounds. Her tonge fromeing more strident as she flicks it up one side an down the other. Caressing me nether lips, then plunging inwards to force open the tight embrace once more. I feel her pinch me nub, something that should hurt an yet only drives me wilder. The earlier climax still resonating in me body, making it far easier to climb back upwards the pinnacle.

Something slick coats me tongue. A strange taste, exotic but not bad. Slight confusion till I feel the rising of the beast within. It is as though this new substance hanaji has found brings forth the primal part of me. Lips close round the circumference of her toy, milking it as a farmer milks a cow. Pulling an sucking with all the force I can muster. Moving me head I take the toy fully within me mouth, letting it slide into me very throat. Working the timing so I may breathe, but finding that difficult as she begins to buck in wonton delight. Both of us it seems are slaves to our own mutual passion.

Her fingers fall upon me breasts, taking a grip on each an squeezing, the flesh lumped tween each of her long fingers. I guttural cry echoes for but a brief span of time from round her toy, me back arching an thrusting out me chest. Pushing them further ‘gainst her hands.

The toy within me mouth seems to grow wider, the tip of the toy warm an soft as flesh. She drives it back into me waiting mouth, punning me upside down upon me shoulders, me neck bend as an odd angle. Above me in the darkness her tongue moves within me folds of flesh, teasing me further. Me body seems englulfed in one solid embrace that withers o’er each inch of skin. I buck me middle ‘gainst her face, riding that tongue much as she rides me mouth.

A white hot fire rages in me belly, spilling o’er into me limbs an running outwards….I want…I want this an more. Submissive? The beast flexes his claws an drives them into the flesh of me love. I will take her, make her mine once more. Arms strain to come free, the mucles on me shoulders bulging with the effort…me eyes flutter open into a world of darkness an I find odd comfort in it. No matter, night is for sex an love an desire an joy…..

How her lips close around his member further ignites the being of dreamstuff's arousal. Her tongue sends messages of passion and lust racing to his raging consciousness from those which serve the Nal'senshi as nerves.

Oh, God, Cassie! I love you so damn much!

On a side note, Magadon couldn't believe he just said that. At a later time, he would have said that maybe he would have to take better care when impersonating the loved ones of his subjects.

But that would all be for a later time. His tendrils had maneuvered Cassie off of him, the fingers of inky blackness wrapping around her waist as others sucked and explored feverishly. The Savant had positioned her with her knees folded and her arms behind her back directly in front of him. If she'd been on a bed, it would have looked as if she'd been on all fours.

He felt himself get bigger still, watching her essence drip from swollen and palpitating lower lips. He was done with deception as he began to scatter the image in her head. One moment, it would be Hanaji, next it would be him in all his dark-wreathed glory.

What Cassie would have felt, Magadon wouldn't have cared as he began to rub and tease her lower lips with the tip of his defining organ.

Do you want it, Cassie? No one could have heard every hot lustful pant within that breathy seductive voice and not feel their loins stirred.

The thrusts become more strident, less rhythmic letting me know me love hovers on the edge. I think of her in the inky darkness next to me, her tongue, her hands an wish I could do the same for her. How I want to burst from the fetters that bind me so an keep me from fully showing her my love.

Her cry in the darkness only makes me buck gainst her harder….oh how our love knows no bounds. We are as one. Our love unites us. An jus as I swear she should be crossing the edge an plunging into the abyss of passion an joy she pulls the strap on from me very mouth.

The tease. The horrible lil ole tease. I can hear a breath in the darkness as she moves about above me. Lifted, then settling into the softness of the pillows she lays me upon. The end of the rigid strap on presses me middle. I wiggle for her pleasure, let the hard sheath play at me entrance, moving it about a bit, no doubt giving her some joy.

The room remains black, so black there is no grey. Darker than the darkest night. How she can find me I know not. For I am unable to see any of her pale body even though it stands before me, tween me knees an thighs.

Finally I make out her face, the smile upon its pale surface, growing wider as she comes close. Then when she is jus inches from me the pale face of death once more haunts me vision. A floating leering face of final corruption sent no doubt from hell itself. Fear takes me breath so that I cannot even summon the air to scream.

A voice whispers in me ear filled with lust, desire an passion. A voice whos mere sound release the tension of me loins an makes me rub me self against the large throbbing spear point. A point held by jus me lips, its chiseled end placed ‘gainst me sacred whole. All death need do is thrust an I will be skewered like a stuck pig.

The voice weaves its magic, no small part of me wanting him to push his bulk within me, forcing a passage that if I had me senses an way I would heartily refuse him. Only the whisper echoing in me head gives a faint indication of the passage of time. Terror grips me in its hands an refuses to let go. How long have I gone without breath, without blinking?

Was it ever hanaji?

Magadon bent closer, the image in Cassie's mind Hanaji's face wearing a half mask of his skull-like mien and the personification of unholy want writ upon her features.

Do you really want it, love?

One could almost hear the lust dripping copiously of every word like syrup from a cake. His tongue snaked forth and licked at her ear as he continued tracing her labia with the pointed tip.

Because I'd be soooo sad if you didn't... It may mean that you don't really want me, do you? The mournful pout in her voice was a new touch, as if she was truly sad at Cassie's reluctance.