His hands started to play a more active role in the morbid play slowly unfolding before his eyes.

His tentacles have all moved down to her nether lips, starting to move rather auspiciously. Her breasts have fallen upon the liking of the beast, and his eyes were ablaze with lust for them. Wanton, and unashamed. He was getting turned on and he knew what caused it.

Slowly, his hands were placed upon her breasts. He felt them...their softness, their firmness, and their perfect circumference...he squeezed them. There was a slight spring in her breasts which suggested they were really young. So much so he wanted them, that a few moments later he was face to face with them, observing as he continued to touch them.

Down there, his rubbing tentacle was getting habitual. He didn't even notice it, but he kept repeating the up-and-down rubbing on her pussy for quite some time now...and there was only one thing that reminded him of what he was doing.

He felt her, and she was getting wet.

I continued to moan and all will to struggle melted away. My arousal was trumping my fear.
"B-bastard."

Perfect.

Sheer perfection.

In each action the monster did, there was the feeling of sheer perfection that he was doing his job, doing his target. She was feeling aroused, all pretense of struggling was gone. Her face was quickly turning into a familiar sight for the monster, and he was getting excited.

Once again, the monster gets to taste a student's gifts.

He held her breasts such that they bunched up together and formed an impressive cleavage. His drool fell in large amounts on the floor, and he squeezed them while sweating profusely.

Sweat?

He dismissed it as harmless moisture, forming on his skin. He had been soaked in a tank, after all.

And his first licks gave away his feeling. He was trembling, and as he started to bend a pink nipple with his large tongue, something inside of him came alive, and unsheathed.

This creature seemed more unstable than others who had attacked me and as I let out another moan, it fueled the part of my mind plotting escape... somehow, I had to take advantage of his instability and escape, then find some cute small-breasted girl to relieve my tensions... but no matter what, I had to find a way to exploit his 'malfunctions' first.

He has quite forgotten that he was a creature of the water after all.

His moisture had grown quite abundant now, but he dismissed it. IN his lust filled mind all that mattered was getting this girl to go loco...getting her to go berserk with lust-filled passion before the window of his dry land escapade went out.

In his delirium he even forgot that there were tanks of water in the lab which he could use to relieve his tension.

He had started to lick them quite frequently now. Linnis' breasts had somehow that quality which he looked for, that perfect half-pear shape which had made her breasts neither large nor small...just right. HIs licks emanated his need, and his need had to be satisfied.

HIs tentacle had taken to rubbing her mound, trying to draw the first feel of her wetness, and in feeling that wetness, he would take it as a signal that she was quite too far away from sanity to resist.

Or so he thought.

Though I could feel dampness between my legs I continued to watch, through my gasps and moans, for further signs of instability. If he showed enough weakness, there was a chance at escape.

Time was fighting the monster for the girl. If she couldn't face him head on, then time was doing the battle for her.

Slowly and slowly the moisture on the monster's skin became drops, and the drops became even more so, water which continued to flow from within him. Even though he was at the best of his arousal techniques...groping, mashing, vague touches on various parts of the girl's anatomy which she herself touched whenever she felt the need...his body was responding to the heat of the room, the heat of the moment, and his vigorous approaches. He was sweating.

Slowly he felt the loss of water and somehow his grips loosened, against his will. Slowly he felt like he was drooping down to the floor...

This could not be. The girl might escape, he thought.

Praying silently to Poseidon he hoped the girl hadn't noticed the irregularities of his body.

God, once I'm in the clear, I'm masturbating... it was the thought that proceeding my action of struggling hard against him, attempting to break free.

It was all too near now...he thought,...just a little bit...

But right now he was worse off than a fish without water. It was like he held his breath for far too long, and he needed to get up and get some air.

Without any liking from him, his body just had to release the girl to save energy. She fell with a dull thud onto the hard unforgiving floor, much to her delight.

Oh no, he thought, she can't escape. So close...so close...

He searched for a nearby source of water while tentacles snaked out once again, trying to search for the girl.

"Screw this."
Was all I had to say. I tried to scramble quickly to my feet and from there to the door, thanking any deity I could for a chance at an escape.

The monster was out like a light, but before Linnis could even reach the door, a very familiar tentacle whipped out to wrap on her ankle.

It pulled all of a sudden, without any grace and without any warning. She fell face first onto the ground as he dragged her back.

" Tsk, tsk, tsk." the voice replied, It was suddenly a very dark voice, which sounded a bit different from the voice earlier. The tentacle gripped tighter as the girl was dragged from across the room.

" If you think it's Kouzakai you're dead wrong." it said again, in a slighter firmer voice which pointed out the seriousness in what it was doing to her." That bumbling buffoon should know the difference between trying to fuck and running out of air to breath. Think before he leaps."

" As for you..." it said as she drew nearer. " You can be sure that your small window of opportunity had been gone."

Great, just my luck, I get the schitzo-monster."
I sniped hatefully, ignoring the pain.

"You're a tad too feisty for my taste." He said, walking around the girl and taking a look at her. " You can be sure Kouzakai will come back, don't worry...just piloting in his absence."

The other presence started to rub her once again in all the right places.

" Hmmm...he does pick them well, at least."

I moaned lightly again and struggled once more, though with only mild effort.
"You're a tad too crazy for my taste, so let's just call it a night."

Suddenly the monster went limp again, though he was in the broken vat he emerged from earlier. His feet were in the waters leftover from the spill-out that occured when he broke out.

Slowly he blinked, eyes coming back into focus, and seeing the girl still in is grasp, re-doubled his efforts in rubbing her body.

" Seems like you didn't escape, after all." he spoke.

Tentacles flicked themselves against her nipples in an effort to make them hard again, and others quested for the girl's pussy, rubbing themselves softly against the puffy lips in an effort to convince the girl otherwise to stay and play.

" Come on...the night has just begun." he said, chuckling darkly.