Hiruka stood at the window as she did most nights, staring out at the darkened campus. The moon was no where in sight, but the flickering stars gave her plenty of light to see by. She smiled softly, looking up at them with an old, familiar pang. They had used to be her sisters, her friends, and now they were just lights in the sky. Dimmer, after the magic faded away.

Shaking her head, she turned back into the room, pulling the drapes closed. She had no illusions now about the safety of the room. She grimaced slightly, on hand slowly tracing down the front of her black floor length nightgown, pressing down on the soft cotton just over her nearly hairless mound. She winced, still sore from her first visit from the islands "visitors". Too long, since she'd been strong enough to fight such fiends, destroy or drive them off. It had been a harsh lesson to learn exactly how much she'd forgotten.

Sighing, she moved to her chest of drawers, digging about for her hair brush, not wanting to sleep, as the nightmares were worse than being exhausted. Finding it, she returned to the bed, sitting down so she could watch both window and door, slowly detangling the many thin tendrils of silvery hair dangling around her face, shaking them out like streamers to feel their soft touch on her neck.

Kerith stalked through the woods towards the dorm, the cool night air doing little to penetrate his dark fur or cool his boiling blood. A deal had gone sour, an employer had betrayed him, and he had just managed to cut his way to freedom through a pile of corpses. That part was of little concern to him, he loved battle, he loved killing, and after over a hundred years of conflict, his ability to survive even the most deadly situations was truly remarkable.

But during his escape they had damaged his ship. That was infuriating. He had to ground here on this planet, knowing he'd be safe enough. But the necessary repairs would not be easy to come by, and he didn't relish the thought of being stuck here.

A silvery glint caught his eye, and at first he thought it was light reflecting on water. But no, it was coming from the window in the dorms. It was a girl brushing her hair and looking outside, her beautiful hair glittering in the moonlight. Just before she closed the drapes, he caught her scent on his sensitive nose and decided immediately that he would have her.

He normally spent days stalking such succulent targets, watching their moves, taking his measure of them, deciding whether or not they had qualities worthy of his feral ministrations. It was the only time he ever demonstrated patience, but tonight he didn't even have the patience for that. Now that he had her scent he could find her dorm room with ease, so he simply shoved open the front door (it was never locked at Shokushu) and stalked in without even pausing to turn on his stealth generator.

A girl opened the door of her room to see what the noise had been, shrieked upon the sight of him, and closed the door quickly. He ignored this, that girl wasn't the one whose scent he had caught.

Farther down the hall he paused abruptly. He had caught the scent again and now knew exactly where his prey was. His hoof snapped up and kicked the door, splintering in half. A moment later he was inside, searching out his target, eager to take out all his rage and frustration on this delicate creature.

Hiruka heard the heavy steps before he reached the room, and sprang up, facing the door in a low stance, the first trickles of old fear bubbling up within her.

CRASH!

Her door was kicked in violently, shattering to kindling. Stepping through her door came a beast straight out of ancient myth, and for a moment she simply stared. Looking at the remains of her door, she raised her eyes up and up, glaring at the towering monster, hand cocked back with the hairbrush, ready to throw.

No one ever tell you it's polite to knock?

She hissed the words, shaking her head angrily, thin whips of hair lashing about her head like snakes, for a brief moment, a tiny gorgon stared back at the hulking minotaur. Then her silver hair settled around her shoulders, and her fear overwhelmed her anger, causing her to take a step back, opening the window with one hand, keeping a wary eye on the monster.

What do you want?

She hooked her foot under a silk dress carelessly balled on the floor, eyeing the unwieldy hoofs capping the minotaurs feet, the beginnings of a plan formulating in her mind.

Kerith glared back at her, the powerful spirit of this tiny creature flaring up lust within him. His massive shaft, hanging limply between his legs, twitched a little.

That was a knock. Next time build your door from steel.

Kerith had nothing more to say to her. The only thing she had that he desired was her supple flesh, and he tingled with the anticipation of feeling it in his rough hands. So instead of using his numb cybernetic enhancement to snatch her from across the room, he strode forward, a hulking black nightmare with red, furious orbs. His hand reached down toward her face, seeming to eclipse the light in the room.

Hiruka swallowed a lump in her throat, taking a quick breath to steady herself and smiling a cold, feral smile. She stood her ground as the beast approached, glancing behind her at the now partially open window. She turned back around just as the hand reached for her face.

You may be large, Monster-san, but you look awfully top heavy to me...

She kicked the silk dress under the beast's lead hoof, the slick material sliding on the floor, acting like oil for the limb, throwing his balance off. Hiruka grabbed the monster's thick wrist in both hands and leaped, straight up, the remnants of her former magic sparking and adding to her jump, propelling her straight for the minotaur's head. She grabbed a horn in each hand and grinned directly in his dark, muzzled face.

Shall we take this outside?

She torqued her body backward, yanking on the horns with all her weight, and the forward momentum of the sliding creature behind her. She curled up as he tipped forward, sending them crashing through the open window, and into the night beyond. She let go as soon as she felt the night air on her skin, rolling to the side and rising to a crouch, watching the beast warily, her nightgown slipped off one shoulder, revealing the top of one pale breast, the hem ridden up to mid thigh, displaying the athletic legs that had pushed her up into the air so gracefully.

Though Kerith was very agile for his side, his ponderous body certainly had its limits. The girl moved quicker than he would have ever given her credit for, and he grew annoyed that he hadn't even bothered spending a moment observing her. But at the moment he was confused, for there seemed to be two girls now, one that he had been reaching for just a moment ago, and another that was staring down at him, having just landed on his face.

She could never have pulled off such a daring move if he had been actively resisting it, but in addition to being fast, she was quite strong. At the crucial moment, his hoof slipped on the silk fabric, leaving him defenseless and giving her the opportunity to crash against the window. Two tons of bone and muscle shattered it, decimated a good portion of the wall as well, and sent him falling hard on grass outside.

But he was barely down, and certainly not out. His fall had been painful, but such was his fortitude that even slamming against the ground wasn't enough to knock the wind out of him. The behemoth's hands, one flesh and one steel, planted themselves into the ground, and he sprang up in a blur. Adrenaline pumped through his great veins, and his phallus grew upright with excitement.

He stared at her from but a few paces away, not making any immediate move. His gaze went to her temptingly exposed flesh and he made no effort to disguise this.

I underestimated you. You're quite the capable warrior. That just makes it even better. You're still just a human after all.

He lowered his head and charged her horns first, great hooves thundering on the ground. Mid-rush he aimed the palm of his steel hand at her, and it opened, snake-like cables flying from it, right at her.

Hiruka knew she was fighting on borrowed time, but she smiled anyway, feeling alive for the first time in years. This is what she was, what she did. Without her magic, and without her friends, she was probably no match for this red eyed fiend, but it didn't matter. She inclined her head to the minotaur, accepting his compliment for what it was worth.

That I am Monster-san, but 'merely human' was enough to throw you through a wall.

She couldn't help but to taunt the bull-man. She still felt the fear twisting in her gut, knowing what would happen if...when...the monster won. She pushed it aside, determined to enjoy what she could. She smirked as he charged, the reckless maneuver easy to see through, she crouched and sprang for the nearest light post, only making it halfway before she saw the metal coils lash out from the creatures hand, which she had thought covered by a gauntlet. In the air, there was no way to change her course, or to dodge.

She cursed and twisted to face the cables as best she could, hands darting out to grasp the first two as they tried to wrap around her, sucking in a breath as she used the handholds to flip her body in the air, twisting them together and bringing her legs out of line for the third and fourth of the glinting appendages. Unfortunately, the fifth struck high, wrapping around one of her upraised legs, tightening on her ankle, leaving her upside down in the air, gown flapping down, revealing the lacy black V-string covering her sex, her arms jerking away from the cables to hold her gown at her chest, keeping it covered as she glared down at the minotaur.

Hiruka began to fall as the steel tentacle tightened its grasp on her, but in a moment later it was reeling her in through the air until it slammed her hard against his metal palm.

You were having so much fun just a moment ago. I think you'll enjoy this.

His nearly glowing eyes were locked onto the flimsy undergarment that was all that preserved what little modesty she had left. The tendrils that she had evaded reoriented themselves and sought her ought again, wrapping around her arms and chest, indelicately shredding her night gown. Kerith turned away from her and dragged her toward the wall of the dorm, and when he arrived she was again roughly shoved against it. In another moment he was on her, his real hand pawing crudely at her slender breasts, his tongue roughly lapping at her neck, leaving it wet and causing the cool air to chill her exposed skin.

He forced her legs apart easily, and Hiruka could feel the massive head of his bull-like shaft putting pressure on her sex, only the thin fabric of her V-string keeping it at bay.

Hiruka bit back a yelp of pain as she slammed into the cybernetic appendage. She glared right back into his red gaze, her eyes a shifting hue somewhere between a lambent amber and a soft brown. She hissed as the night air flowed across her mostly bare chest, small glimmers reflected off the thin silver rods piercing each nipple, the breeze hardening the small nubs of flesh, the tiny balls capping each end of the piercings flashing in the light.

Let go of me, you filthy animal!

She snarled in his face, turning her head away in revulsion as he began to sloppily lick at her cold, smooth skin. The rough pawing at her breasts drew a sharp intake of breath, a hiss through clenched teeth. Her shimmering hair smelled of the sweat of battle, the faint smell of jasmine and oleander mingling as the bull-man buried his face in her neck. She stiffened as she felt the monstrous rod press against her nether lips through her panties. Her head swam as the newest of her piercings was roughly ground against, a nauseating mixture of pleasure and pain flowing over her.

Kerith had no response to her pleas, nor did he even seem to be aware of her voice. His steel tendrils seemed to take on a life of their own, tightening around her exposed body, destroying her night gown until nothing but a few shreds of silk remained clinging to her pale skin. Kerith paused in his frenzied administrations, and his nostrils flared. Eyes widening he leaned forward and took her scent in deeply. As he did so she could feel his hands tightening around her frail body. As his metal enhancements continued slithering along her unprotected body, she could feel one and then another slip beneath her underwear. One of them slid along the surface of her sex before suddenly recoiling violently away, tearing her garment along with it. The other probed dangerously at the entrance to her ass, its cool metal tip seeming to have been coated with some greasy substance. The bestial Kerith suddenly hoisted her high up above his head, and buried his face into her exposed crotch. His nostrils flared and his long pink tongue slid powerfully against her unprotected sex. Metallic tentacles continued coiling around her, while the one that had begun taking an interest in her ass finally began forcing its way in to her tight hole.

She gritted her teeth as the steel coils shredded her gown to tatters, effectively leaving her bare. Her breath left her in a high pitched wheeze as the minotaur's powerful hands squeezed her tightly, her ribs starting to creak dangerously. She shook her head angrily, growling in rage as she felt the cables slide under her panties, the cold metal pressed tight to her warm skin. She shivered, not just from the cold, as the lead coil stroked across her sex, gasping as the surface chimed against the new ring piercing the hood of her clit, a shudder rocking her small body.

Hnngggghh....you...bastard...

She hissed out the words, fighting back the pain as the straps of her panties dug into her skin before snapping, leaving the smooth mound of her sex exposed. She yelped and clenched her taut little cheeks together as she felt the metal probing at her rump. Tears started to well up, despite her best efforts, her voice cracking as she tried not to beg.

Not there...stop...hwah?!

She gasped as she was yanked to the towering beast's face, a small moan of dread and slow building arousal forcing its way past her lips as the long tongue lapped across her sex, the small piercing tasting of her sweat, silver, and the coppery tang of blood. Her eyes widened, hands clutching futiley for something, anything to stop the pain as her pucker was slowly stretched out by the metal tendril, her body shaking violently as she tried to pull away.

No! No no no no no no no no-aaagghh!

Kerith seemed fascinated with the silver piercing on her nub, and he stared engrossed at it. He licked it over and over. His thick, brutish finger ran over it a few times and even gave it a light tug. Just then her screams distracted him and he glanced her way in annoyance. One of the tendrils binding the defenseless Hiruka slithered up her body, coiled once lightly around her neck, before plunging into her screaming mouth.

Choke on a phallus, grunted Kerith distractedly.

Meanwhile the curious tendril that had wedged itself between her cheeks was burrowing deeper inside her. It slid quickly and sharply past the ring of pain on her outer rim, searching for the center of pleasure deeper within. Then it slid out slowly before worming back in, working into a relaxed rhythm that was steadily growing rougher and faster.

Glk!

Hiruka gagged, her scream stuffed back down her throat by the intruding metal, forcing itself into the back of her mouth, nearly threatening to suffocate her. Her eyes rolled wildly, panic causing her to thrash, only serving to bury the coil deeper in her ass, eliciting fresh muffled screams. Tears ran freely from her eyes, twins trails winding down her stretched cheeks.

Hng! Ghhhuuuhh! Hlk!

The focused attention on her newest adornment wove a thin, but powerful thread of pleasure into the waves of pain rocketing through her. Her slit began to dampen from her own fluids, her conditioning under the merely human, but equally monstrous X-S worming into her thoughts. She deserved this, for fighting back, for trying to run. She was a woman, meant to be used for such things...she was...she was....shaking her head, Hiruka wailed around the thrusting coil, body bouncing up and down on the invading metal appendages like a ragdoll.

When Hiruka's slit began to dampen it seemed to be precisely what Kerith wanted. He lapped it up and then began nibbling at her lips. Though he had many traits of a man, he was still bound by his animal nature - he needed the smell of her heat on his nostrils before he could enter her.

Gradually he grew disinterested in her slit, his tongue slowing before retracting back into his mouth. The tendrils weren't slowing down, of the two that weren't occupied ensuring that she couldn't escape, one was still intently raping her ass, while the one in her mouth was simply probing about without any real mission besides making it difficult for her to breathe.

Rising his head up, Kerith stalked back to the half-destroyed room and threw the fragile girl onto her bed, the tentacles in her mouth and ass still violating her even as they helped move her into position. Having placed her down on her hands and knees, each of his disymmetrical hands grabbed her hips tightly and wrenched her legs open. His massive body stood behind her and in another moment she felt the massive head of his member at her tight lips. He thrust once and then again but failed to penetrate, it seemed as though it was simply too big to fit inside her exposed entrance.

Hiruka moaned around the coil in her mouth, droll running down her chin as the monster's tongue lapped at her sex, the tentacle buried in her ass hurting less now that it had stretched her out a bit. Combined with the attention on her clit and nether lips, it almost, almost, felt good. She cried out as the minotaur moved, carrying her back into the wrecked room and tossing her onto the bed, flipping her over to present her ass and sex like a bitch in heat.

Her eyes opened wide when she felt the massive head of his shaft pressing against her dewy slit, her head shaking back and forth as far as it could, unable to turn around due to the coil around her neck.

Nhhhhuu! Nnnggg!

She screamed desperately, begging unintelligibly for him to stop, that it was too big. Sobbing helplessly she tried to focus, to relax her muscles, to make it easier for him, knowing he would enter her either way. Her only hope of not being split in half was to accept it, to help him violate her. She spread her legs more, letting her breasts sink to the surface of the bed, her head still forced upright by the tentacle in her mouth. She forced herself to relax, panting through her nose for breath, praying that she survived his entry, knowing it was going to hurt either way. Through it all, the metal appendage in her ass pistoned into her, making her sway against the insistent cock unevenly, her body pushing back against the head with every withdrawal of the coil.