With quick, twisting movements Kireina managed to evade most of the monster’ attacks. It was a fight born from desperation, and her fear was the main fuel in making her body move.

She decided to take one move that was risky, but it didn’t seem as if she had any other way. The rock rose to around her neck, and two trees we’re on either side. The path towards the monster was also blocked, and it would be a death wish to run in that direction.

She placed her hands top of the rock, leaving her defenseless for a moment, and lifted her foot to s small rough part of one of the tree. With a push she tried to rise high enough to escape.

The girl was fast; twisting and dodging with the speed of desperation. Zharkun might not have been able to connect even if he had been truly trying to grab her - though he would never admit that even to himself. But, in any case, her efforts were already doomed to failure, it was just a matter of time before she made a mistake.

She had to turn away from him in order to put her hands on top of the boulder, and the monster used that opening to launch a true attack. He swept a tentacle toward the leg she was using to push against the tree, attempting to ensnare her calf and pull her back around to face him.

The monster missed by a second and Kireina managed to crawl up on top of the boulder. She basked in her glory for a split second, unfortunately as she was steadying herself to slide to the other side the tentacle that was supposed to be for her foot hit the rock. the thing was a little unstable and when the force caused it to shake the student lost her balance and tumbled back down, right into the monster’s grip.

With a shocked cry Ki pulled away from the questing tentacles. It seemed the thing attacking her was surprised as well for that brief second as well and she managed to pull away from most of the tendrils around her.

Zharkun was, indeed, surprised - not because the girl had fallen back toward him, but that he had missed in the first place. He had underestimated her, but that was almost unthinkable in its own right. So caught up was he in his disbelief, the monster barely reacted when his quarry fell almost directly into his tentacles. His unfocused immediate attempts to grab her were easily avoided, leaving her free, for a moment.

But, then, anger flared in the horror’s baleful reddish eyes as he redirected his displeasure at his failure outward toward the unfortunate young woman before him. Undoubtedly, it was unfair to blame her for what he saw as an embarrassing slip-up, but that never even occurred to the vengeful monster. Kireina’s desperate bid for escape had caused him to miss, so now he meant to humiliate her utterly.

The horrid beast exploded into action. A score and more of his tentacles swarmed toward his quarry, blocking out what little light there was and striking from all sides. No longer bothering with finesse, Zharkun resorted to simpler tactics. He would overwhelm her with the sheer number of his appendages and the power each of them could bring to bear.

She saw her defeat as the monster stopped playing and turned serious, the deadly kind of serious. Everything seemed to slow as his appendages swarmed around her, blocking every means of escape.

A sharp but helpless cry came from her lips as a few of them connected, their sheer force slamming her against the rock. Her head swam when it connected with the hard surface, and she almost collapse, if his tentacles didn’t hold her in place. He was undoubtedly strong and how much she tried she could seem to free her limbs from their grasp. She lifted her head, her eyes looking at the newest monster who sought to take something she doesn’t want to give.

Zharkun matched his captive glare for glare, one great baleful eye staring unflinchingly back at her. He could see the delightful anger and fear in her eyes as he crucified her against the rock. Pulling her arms away from her body, he secured them to the stone surface using a pair of his claws like three-pronged staples. Their sharp tips dug divots in the rock around the limbs they caged, holding them outstretched to either side.

Another pair of tentacles moved to entwine her legs. But, perhaps surprisingly he forced them together rather than apart. Other appendages slithered over her body, but none attempted to remove or even rip her clothes. They even avoided extended contact with her still-covered chest, ignoring the tightly constrained mounds of her breasts.

She shivered as she felt the flexible limbs slither over her body, through the fabric. She readied herself for the ripping sound, and she was a little surprised when it didn’t come.

She could feel his appendages on her but not even one did what she expected. With herself being forced back against the rock, her felt herself bend a bit, following the shape. This made her chest stand out even more, and not even her arms can cross themselves over it. Usually at this sign the monster went for those bouncing orbs, but tonight…. They remained encased in her soft cotton bra.

She entertained s short lived fantasy of the monster doing something other than that usual taking, but she dismissed it immediately. The monsters here only chased the students for one thing, Pleasure.

She matched its glare evenly, challenging it herself. It was foolish, but she couldn’t help it. She wasn’t going to break down, even if it takes her body she was wasn’t going to just let it go without a fight

That defiant stare, tinged as it was with a hint of surprise, was easily as delightful as any look of helpless fear might have been. Especially considering what he was going to do to her - how he was going to make her body betray her in a way she probably didn’t think possible.

Zharkun kept that one eye trained on those of his captive, locking her gaze with his. But he also slowly pushed his body upward so that she would have to tilt her head back in order to maintain the contact. At the same time, the monster’s great reddish orb lowered to maintain that contact despite the steadily steepening angle of his line of sight.

Soon, the horror’s huge triangular maw came into view, barely visible along the underside of his body. And, slowly, it became a great gaping hole filled with jagged teeth . . .

A bloodcurdling scream escaped her lips. She had a horrible flash of the… thing devouring her. It was never thought of in school, most students were more preoccupied of the monsters around them raping their bodies.

Her eyes quickly scanned the monster’s body, and her dread grew as she realized that aside from its many tentacles, there didn’t seem to be a part to use in that sense.

“W-what are you planning?” Her question came out in a scared whimper, as she felt the last of her courage drain away in that terrible moment. She could feel her form trembling, partly from terror, as her eyes darted here and there, desperately looking for a way out.

Zharkun remained silent, staring down at his terrified captive with one large, unblinking eye. He didn’t even seem to be breathing; the only hints that he was a living thing were his tentacles which held the girl fast against the rock.

The monster could see the dread in the helpless student’s eyes. She must have just realized there were far worse things that could happen to her than being raped. Zharkun played up the terror, his terrible gaping maw looming above her, scores of sharp, jagged teeth just waiting to rend her tender flesh and grind up her bones.

But, of course he wasn’t going to devour her, he had no use for torn flesh and cracked bones. Though whether she would find what he was going to do to her a less horrible fate was yet to be seen. Slowly, Zharkun extended his segmented, black delivery tube. The pincers around the tapered end spread wide as it approached the girl’s face.

When she saw the tube, something clicked in her mind. As her body struggled, her mind whirled on the possibilities that could happen. He was a curious and twisted monster indeed, with a different approach to the ones she unwillingly met.

Never did she dream tat she would have willingly met one of her firsts monsters in exchange for this horribly puzzling being.

With a soft whimper she turned her head and shut her lips, trying to keep the said tube from settling on the most obvious place it wants to rest on.

The relentless advance of the delivery tube paused momentarily. Zharkun brought a pair of tentacles up, claws opening up like three-petalled flowers. He pressed one to either side of his captive’s head, centering them over her ears. The splayed digits formed a sort of harness that neatly framed her face and hemmed in the back of her neck.

Slender filaments emerged from the small maw in the center of each claw, tickling the girl’s ears as the monster forced her to turn her head back toward him and tilt it further back. However, Zharkun did not try to force open the student’s jaw with his claws. That was what the pincers on his delivery tube were for.