It was perfect. Really, he was quite terribly impressed here. Yeah, he normally thought that, in the moment of such intense bliss. Yes, he loved it always, almost like a drug (perhaps he'd share with her the way he felt from this sort of thing. This one might actually be interested, in the end. Though he'd have to send her that information while unconscious, or something. Perhaps he'd send Ichigo to play with her when she woke up, or at least to act as an emissary. He had gotten fairly good at that role, what with his sympathetic, friendly persona. Just as Antipode designed) but something about this time caught his attention. She was just so heavily at her edge, and he was pushing her to such a terrible degree.

He didn't want her to faint, or anything such as that. Certainly not! After all, he was still not at the greatest stage, the most intense he could give. The tendril inside her body continued speeding up inside of her, while her body was consistently stimulated in all those little ways. It wasn't just the fact that her nipples were being caressed, her breasts massaged, and so forth. It was all those small little places, little sensitive areas no lover would ever think of touching... and that she'd never admit were erogenous to begin with.

Then her fighting messages came. The second tendril left her body almost before it began, and wandered up. But... not before he'd managed to get a great deal of her sex's juices onto the tip. The tendril wound slowly up her body, brushing against her pubic area, moving up her stomach and between her breasts, and entered her mouth then. She could taste herself on it, but more important would have that tentacle there, for her to suck, and to toy with her tongue.

But that wasn't the most important change, either. He could tell how her arms struggled... he decided to let her hand each down. Why not let her touch her own clit for now, before he moved her hand away and stimulated her beyond all ability to stand?

He laughed to himself. She had responded in such a pleased manner, glad that he'd loosened his hold enough for her to move her hands and legs where she would. And so she responded with such an intense action, rubbing her own most sensitive spot with the knowledge that only a person who knew themselves could give. And so she brought herself to orgasm, with such a lovely, intense feeling. He figured she'd feel quite exhausted after such a powerful thing. After all, most girls seemed to find themselves very tired after such things.

But Antipode was surprised, and quite pleasantly, when she seemed invigorated. With that rush of energy she gained, she thought to him, something much, much more interesting. She wanted more. She wanted more pleasure, more orgasms... it seemed that this would be quite a night for her. Perhaps it wouldn't even end until dawn broke, hours away.

The tentacle inside her mouth was taking up quite a lot of attention. Dancing with her tongue, moving against it almost like a french kiss, from time to time. Moving in and out almost in a motion like it was fucking her mouth, at other times. It was playing with her as much as she wanted, and in the ways she wanted. It'd respond to her responses in lovely ways, and soon was acting almost affectionately.

With the end of her orgasm, and the desire for more, he debated. Should he just let her continue rubbing her clit, or should he take control? Oh, well. If she wanted her hand back there he'd let her. But it was time for him to give her more of what she wanted himself. The tentacle inside of her soon stopped it's rhthmic motion. Then, holding deep inside of her for a brief moment, it began pulling out and pushing in quickly, rapidly moving deep inside her tingling form, fucking her as hard and long as it could do without hurting her.

A tendril moved her hand away from her clit then... and a tendril came. For now, at least, it only acted like several thin fingers, stroking that little rosebud gently, then wrapping around it and beginning to rub against it in earnest, playing and pressing against her sensitive little nub with a clear goal. He was going to make her cum once again, and seemed intent on giving her more as quickly as possible!

Her old boasts might have been true... in a sense. Nobody did know her better than she did. However, Antipode was cheating. He was deep in her thoughts, and had to keep constant attention to every one of them... so he knew precisely what she liked. Further, she almost knew it better than her, probably did, only because he could tell, from the way she was wired, what she'd like. And with those sorts of cheat sheets, it was absolutely not a surprise that he was manipulating her body better than she ever could. After all... he had a lot more appendages to do so with!

The most curious thing she was doing, however, was handling one of her tendrils... it was a pity, but unlike with humans, there were no nerves of the sort she'd hoped for within them. So her skill and touch were seemingly useless at this point. However... the very act, and the hopes she was having, were pleasing in and of themselves.

I appreciate the gesture. But, sadly, I cannot feel what you feel. No sexual pleasure at all... save what you yourself are feeling. You can see now, with the way you feel right now, why I'd want to sense it, don't you? He laughed a little bit then, good natured-ly. Then he got an idea. An amusing idea, which he wouldn't implement quite yet nonetheless.

If you'd like... I could give a human male to finish things off with you. Though, of course, my avatar Ichigo would take control of the tentacles as well... might be fun, yes?

Antipode felt her orgasm. It was even better, feeling it deep in her mind, there within her, gaining every single nerve firing, every single signal. It really was a fast second climax... but that was mostly because he was stimulating her so heavily. Her body was still heavily stimulated, and her lack of worries, fears, or inhibitions (the inhibition loss was her own action, not him, honest!) only exacerbated the intensity. He could feel the effect this one had on her, tiring her out a little bit. After all, another orgasm so soon would have quite an effect, and she was reacting so very intensely. But was mostly hoping she'd last awhile. Perhaps, with Ichigo there, the somewhat decreased sensation would help her stamina a little bit.

While her orgasm went on, the tentacle inside of her kept on fucking her, moving in and out at quite a speed, intent only on pounding in and out of her slick body, moving easily, moving past all her nerves, rubbing against her most sensitive spots inside again and again. With her clit, the tiny little fingers continued on, stroking lightly, carefully caressing. Pressing harder, just as she had been doing at the end of her first time.

Finally, the tendril inside of her mouth stopped moving. It began slipping out of her then. It was followed by the tentacle inside of her wet cunt, which pulled away and moved away, leaving her alone. Her clit was left alone, and the little mouths on her nipples pulled away, leaving them cool and wet. The stimulation eased back, way back down to light teasing.

And then Ichigo appeared. Shoulder length blue hair, violet eyes. He was quite good looking, and stood there, for now still actually clothed. He'd been briefed in the few moments since Antipode asked the question. He knew she'd agreed, in the heat of the moment, and that it was time. He walked over to her, looking over her wet, sweat and juice-covered body in her moment of respite.

Hi there, Shai. I'm Ichigo... a creation Antipode made for just such an occasion. He laughed a little bit, and his hand moved to her. It was warm, warmer than the tentacles. And very different. It was a human hand, after all! It moved to her stomach, and the hand moved slowly up, then back down, caressing her stomach, and hip just lightly as he spoke. So. Want to take a short break from what my master was doing, or do you wanna pick the pace back up? I can always explain a few things to you, after all. He flashed her a grin, and silently cursed Antipode for making him take this woman, especially in her helpless condition.

Ichigo wasn't psychic. That was one difference between Antipode and Ichigo. He knew, through Antipode's constant updates, given mostly through messages much faster than merely words, that he was holding back some seriously negative thoughts. A short little debate went on between the two of them at this point. Short was a relative term, but the short version was this. Ichigo disagreed with the very idea. Tinkering with her mind to this extent was rather disturbing to him, and he felt dangerous precedents at work here, both when it came to himself and his sister, but more dangerously, to the humans here on the island. Their fate might have been sealed, but Ichigo maintained that his master could not continue screwing more and more with their minds. Antipode countered that he had asked, and she'd accepted each thing of her own will, and Ichigo countered his counter by pointing out the duress of her situation, that choices made at such times could not be truly held as valid. If they accepted, in a pleasured haze, to allow him to wipe their memories or control their minds directly, would that be alright? Antipode insisted he had no interest in doing that, and even he had standards. Ichigo broke off the argument quickly, and smiled at the girl, Shai, while putting the information he had learned during the exchange into the back of his mind.

Listening to her words, he nodded slightly. Watching the way she acted. Antipode had given him total control over the tentacles in the room, and so he had loosened them, giving them enough slack for Shai to move essentially as she willed. They acted more like a bed than bindings at the moment, as shown by the way Shai could just move her arms and legs wherever she wished, and even lean up, to look at him. For now the tendrils had a sole goal: Keeping her comfortable and supporting her weight and hair without trouble.

What do I want? Well, you seemed rather tired. I believe my master would prefer this to go on for quite some time, so you migth need a break. More importantly, though... I'd like to know a little more about you. And you about me. His hand moved away from her, then, and we took a step back. She was still so heavily aroused. He planned, here, to at least keep it at a slow burn. Not end things entirely now. But not push things to anything greater than her new, low-level plateau.

So, a hand moved to her face, then, and he smiled once again, a little more concerned.

It seems my master is taking away your negative thoughts. I must admit I'm uncomfortable with that... but is that really what you wanted? I mean it, really?

Antipode was laughing at Ichigo at that moment, and he was starting to get a little bit annoyed. Antipode was teasing him horribly, pointing out just how much the girl had been hoping he'd just ravish her on the spot. Well, Ichigo wasn't going to listen to him. He was doing this his way... though, make no mistake, he was definitely going to do so. The difference was quite simple, though... he wasn't going to overwhelm her so horribly at first. Perhaps not at all. If Antipode disagreed, he could always send him away at any time.

His hand stayed on her face while she talked, and he listened, quite intently. So, she had made a deal. And had allowed Antipode to block those memories, partly to fulfill that deal, partly to have a break from such negative thoughts and feelings. He could understand that, and empathized a bit. He had some memories he didn't like either... but nothing like hers, he was definitely sure. He smiled, after awhile... he could tell by looking at her what it was she wanted... the way she moved, just slightly, made it clear. And her newfound shyness was quite interesting as well.

Well, then. 'Taking a break from all your worries?' I suppose that show never meant it quite this literally... but it still helps. I'll make sure he doesn't make it permanant. I don't think he could do it anyway, the method he's using is so... manhour-intensive. Just so you know... I can't read your mind. There was a smirk on his lips, then, a rather playful one.But it's still fairly clear that you were disappointed when I told you what I wanted to do. So...

He tilted her face towards him then, and leaned in. He kissed her, then, his hands moving to her shoulders. His lips pressed against hers, and his tongue soon darted out, slipping then into her mouth. She'd probably be quite surprised, but he let the kiss linger, for as long as she wanted it. But no more than that. At least not yet. He'd remind her, or at least let her know, that he wasn't going to just ignore her... but he wanted to do other things as well.

So, other than your probably wonderful lack of stress at the moment, would I be right to assume you'd like to know what the hell I am? Feel free to ask me anything.

Ichigo, when the kiss was over, listened to the girl as she talked, giving her thoughts about what an avatar was, and about he and Antipode were connected. He sighed, and took a seat after awhile, listening and finally, after a pause, preparing to speak. He looked at hre and took her hand, smiling a little bit. He squeezed her hand affectionately, and began.

Alright. I suppose... avatar means that, yes. But it's also a term borrowed by video games and things like that. I'm not his physical manifestation so to speak... more like a character. I mean... how to put it? He reached out, and tentacles moved over, holding coffee. He picked up a cup, and another one moved over to Shai.

Would you like some coffee? Anyway. Antipode is a being from another dimension. While humans have multiple levels of consciousness, like subconscious, the parts handing breathing, heart beat, memories, conscious thoughts... all those different things, Antipode takes that concept far beyond. He has, probably, thousands. Most of which are as intelligent, or more intelligent, than a human being. Now, with such a layered and complicated consciousness, he has some leeway. So, one day he decided to shut off one layer of consciousness, and refashion it into a human psyche. He created a body, and, well... here I am. You see. I AM him. But only a part of him. And a part that's independent of him, unconnected to him. So, technically, I'm human. I have every human feeling, every human bit of biology... I'm not the first he made, but I was the first that worked perfectly.

Ichigo smiled at her, and moved closer. A hand moved to her side, once again slowly moving up and down her skin... he was simply feeling her, feeling her soft white skin, pressing his fingers against her... he liked the feeling of her body. That was obvious. Unlike Antipode... he WAS human. Every bit of biology was there, after all. And this time, she'd not be the only person feeling things.