Solais smirked as she undid her own bra. As long as the clothes were off the girl, he didn't care how they got off. The knife was simply quicker than a command, that's all. Still, it was very odd to find someone more worried about their clothing than what was about to happen to them, to say the least. None the less, he shifted their postitioning and slid her panties down far enough that he could do what he had planned.

His fingers returned to her moist pussy, and his thumb pressed against her clit. He used his other fingers to spread her lower lips. "Well, let's continue then, shall we?" he asked with a wicked grin. One of his tendrils slid down and supported her weight against it, holding her up in the air without binding her. It was the second tendril that was more important, however. It snaked its way through the air and pressed itself against her spread sex. His grin widened. "Well, now, here it comes."

All at once, the tendril plunged into her depths, slithering its way as deep as it could inside of her through her sex, then pulled itself back out to repeat the process. It dove at a slow and measured pace into her, exploring every inch of her pink haven, filling her within before pulling back out and starting the process over again. His thumb began to work at the same steady pace as the tendril. He rolled her clit, then mashed it down, wriggled the digit on it, anything he could think of. The tendril at her breasts continued its sensuous massage of the glorious orbs. Not bad, for a start, he thought to himself. Just can't wait til we really get going... the thought made him grin. This was only the beginning.

Naomi felt him slip her panties down, and prepared herself mentally for what was about to happen. Without a single doubt her body was ready and willing. She still had her legs hugged around him, albeit not as tightly. Her bare feet were hooked together against his back and she hung lightly against everything else that was holding her up. It reminded her of when she was pressed up against a wall in her boyfriend’s room. If she could only imagine that as this. His thumb was easy to imagine, as it spread her lips, but not the tentacle. She squeezed her eyes shut as he gave warning, although she didn’t need his vocals. Her cunt was already throbbing against it.

She felt it slide right inside of her tight but slick walls. She squirmed in his grasp as soon as it was as deep as possible, a moan escaping her bitten lips. She felt it pull out, and then move right back on in again. She could feel it’s movements, and she focused on them until something else caught her attention. She tensed up and moved herself forward as he worked on her clit-- moaning quite loudly. She was very sensitive there, of course. She felt his touch against her now hardened breasts, and she loved it. So much attention, so much pleasure.

Her eyes were now wide open, feeling anything and everything the monster had at the moment to offer. She also sucked on her lip, while her arms wrapped around his humanoid neck for support. This was defiantly not enough to get her screaming.

Solais watched as Naomi squirmed about, apparently enjoying the sensation of the tendril moving within her. The moan she gave a moment later, unable to cut it off even through her clamped lips, gave proof as to this. He was aware of the fact that this was obviously not the first time she'd had something within her, be it human or some other variety of being. He wasn't at all distressed by her lack of reaction, however. More, he expected that she wouldn't break so easily. He'd have been fairly disappointed in her if she had.

His fingers moved away from the lips of her sex, no longer needed there, now that the tendril was inside her. They turned their attentions to helping with her clit. His thumb moved to one side of the button, and his index finger slid to the opposite. They pinched inwards, squeezing it between them, then pulled slightly on it. They rolled the little nub and then started the process over again. It fell into a pattern, following the same basic rhythm of the tendril pumping away at her pussy, which had slightly increased its speed and the force with which it pushed in.

He watched her intently with a practiced eye, judging quietly how far along she was. For his plan to work, he'd have to keep close track of how filled with lust she was, or else he'd be here all day. Well, he'd be there all day anyway, but he wanted to go somewhere with this. He wouldn't stop until he'd broken this proud girl, or at least put a stain on that pride, if nothing else. He smiled to himself, thinking No, never settle for second best. It's broken or nothing. His eyes continued to watch over her luscious, wriggling form as he decided his next move.