Just leave her begging for more.

There was no letting off on the part of the monster. As he felt the spasms leading to the first signs of his growing orgasm and his steady erection, it dawned upon him that maybe this was a way of her wanting him to pass out, and then escape. But not yet. Not until he managed to make her beg him to take her again and again.

The tentacle moved again and again, flicking over her clit. It was still engorged, still sensitive, and with enough coaxing and goading, it was a surefire method to give her one of the most thundering orgasms she could ever have...on this night, at least. She had one earlier, although how many since they have started, he hadn't counted.

The two on her breasts continued milking her, though there really wasn't anything to milk. All the sensations were to implant something in her mind: that there was something in this that she would want. That she would look for, again and again. Kouzakai made sure she would remember.

Saira squealed in delight as the tentacle rubbed her below, and the others milked her above. It was getting to be too much to bear, especially hot off of another orgasm. She rubbed harder and faster and harder and faster, realizing that in some way it was like a race. Yet...

Pleasure called again. It was... Strange. Was she desperately trying to finish him off because she was manipulating the circumstances, really? Or was there some other feeling there? The time to relax had forced coherency back in her head, and now she began to doubt her own motivations...

Pleasure rarely clouds the mind, but when it does, visions of stardust and fairies flitter around in magic forests such as that which had never been seen. Erotic visions, at that. And it seemed as if the stardust was fucking the fairies, and they in turn helps you, the dreamer, to reach your own.

It didn't get any weirder than that, and for the girl it seemed that tonight was the first situation in her whole life that pleasure clouded her cool and clear judgement.

While Kouzakai was having a hard time containing his own orgasm, the girl was doing a miserable job at containing hers, it seemed. She was on the throes of another mind-wracking come, and she hadn't even made the monster flinch one bit. Or so she thought, because inside his mind, the monster's face was wracked, contorted, and in every bit of concentration trying not to be the first one to lose.

His body was betraying him, though, as the cock seemed to grow even more in girth and width and grew longer, longer than it ever had, with the first pre-cums of his seed coming out in slow and calculated spurts. That was the talent of the girl showing, and she was a fast learner! With only a few minutes, she already had the monster on the ropes.

He wondered how much more she was willing to learn, now that she seemed to have been accustomed to the waves of pleasure that had been forced into her hands.

Those very forced hands moved faster, faster still, as Saira began moving them, sliding them gently, rubbing harshly - changing at every instant. She felt like she had to make him come, whether for some unknowable need, or to protect herself. She had to.

But her own orgasm was swiftly following, as the constant attention was beginning to take its toll. Her moans grew louder, her mouth wide from the sound - and her body shuddering. The girl's knees buckled, and she almost slipped from the handjob simply from her own body collapsing, shifting from the force of it all. And those hands moved more and more, as she neared a second course of climaxes...

The same intensity and the same neediness resonated throughout the monster's body as the hands of the girl went overdrive, a product of his ministrations on the girl's own body.

It was building up, the heat, and he was trying best as he could to stop it from springing. But bodily functions like these had a mind of its own, and sooner than he'd expected there was a mini-eruption which happened. Sticky, white substance came out in a small spurt, and it landed on the arm of the girl without her noticing it.

Kouzakai, however, saw this as something of a challenge, and doubled his effort to keep on making her cum, before he could even think about the one...that thing which he had to do.

Saira indeed did not notice the small spurt that hit her arm, working very quickly. Her hands moved furiously, and she was determined to make him come, to finish him off. Fear and lust conspired together to ensure that. But she was sinking, starting to lose her composure, gasping desperately to keep going.

Then... an elbow buckled and fell, as Saira felt herself tip over the edge. Her screams and the flow from her nether lips were proof of it. Saira was coming again, and with her hands moving furiously but irregularly, it was hard to tell if she had managed to do the same for Kouzakai...

Kouzakai was set to explode, alright, and if he didn't see what the girl shouldn't have let seen, he would've exploded before the girl.

The tentacles, sensitive extensions of the monster's nerve system, picked up the familiar sensations to which they were so accustomed, it was only natural that they should feel or at least know what was happening and the things which they knew were the familiar settings for...

Over-blown lust.

Kouzakai had it. He knew she could not last, what with the overload of sensations he had forcibly made her feel. Not forcibly, he would argue, as she seemed to be liking it so much to the point of not even restricting or fighting anymore. She seemed to have arched so much her back would be sore by the next morning, but hell if he cared. He knew what was happening to her.

She was cumming.

The glorious girl-juice flowed from her nether lips just as she appeared to have finished with Kouzakai, the monster himself going off in directions unknown to him. His juice flowed freely. His organ was so rock hard, he knew it would only be a matter of time before this happened. Within moments, he had the girl covered in a spasmic ooze of monster juice, spewing forth from his massive organ which the girl had awakened, but it was mutual.

His tentacle and his leg was being bathed by the girl's juices as well, but it was not probably wise to have awakened the monster's tool. For now...he wanted a taste of something else.

The world was beginning to become a haze. Exhaustion, or maybe just severe pleasure, made it hard for Saira to see clearly, or do much... Much other than twitch, still moaning in her afterglow, covered in Kouzakai's thick, monstrous fluids. Weakly, the girl's head rose, looking up, looking somewhere she wasn't fully sure of.

Was it over?

...Maybe. She... she admitted she didn't know whether or not a creature like this came once and was done. Or... if it was able to keep going for a while longer. But there was a hope, at least, that this strange lustful nightmare might eventually end. Saira let herself collapse to the ground, chest heaving with deep breaths, panting after her exertions. After all, not only was her back sore, but her hands likely would need some rest too! Presently unawares to her, though, the twitching member in front of her seemed to need more, more than she had so far provided...