"Well, at least this place has a decent-sized library," Janita says to herself as she walks through the shadowy recesses of the library's back shelves. It's doubtful that there will be any decent books on the magical arts to be found here, but it is worth it to look at the very least. She brushes her dangling red hair away from her face to better see the titles.

"It's a terrible shame that this place is so dirty!" Janita mutters under her breath as she uses a handkerchief to try and get some of the dust off of the bindings. Unfortunately, all this does is stir up a big cloud, which Janita breathes in. She begins to sneeze violently and repeatedly, temporarily blinded.

((I do hope open to all Includes a new creature like myself))

The dust cloud stirred what appeared to be a small bookworm sitting on the shelves. it had been here for quite awhile enjoying various pieces of human literature. It's eyes glanced upon the young woman and it laughed within its own mind then looked to her.

"Hello young one, My my what might you be doing here?"
The voice sounded as though it cam from behind the shelves but, in reality it spoke directly to her mind as it inspected her memories; quite a bit of knowledge was within a few dislikes surely hit him as unusual including her dislike of physical pleasure. He felt a bit tired even with the usual high amounts of emotion running through the school it seemed faint today; he decided she'd be quite a recharge. As he chose to change shape the room slowly began to chill the small bookworm crawling down the shelf to the floor on the other side.[/i]

Janita was a bit shocked by the voice and jumps, dropping one of the books she had under her arm. Flustered, she quickly tried to compose herself, brushing the dust off of her shirt and face and shaking it out of her hair.

"Who is there?" she called, her British-accented voice betraying her by shaking a little. She recited a magical mantra to herself inside her head, focusing on trying to slow her racing heartbeat.

She lifted the book off the ground and opened it, holding it protectively in front of her. She tried to pretend that she was busy in the hope that whoever it was would leave quickly.

The room felt easily at freezing as A tall silvery creature stepped out from behind the shelf, it had no ear or mouth it's hair seemed as it were cables that moved with no wind touching it's back slightly. It looked to maintain a masculine figure. it's left eye had no pupil a single red orb his other seemed to mirror a small portion of the night sky. He relished the feeling of her slight shock and it showed as it's cheeks flex in what would cause a smile... if it had a visible mouth.

"You may call me Arith if you wish for a name and your name... it is Janita? It's quite a beautiful name in your language..."
it told her stepping forward lifting it's four fingered hand and reaching forward to stroke her face the book jerking from her hands by a will of its own; the creature's single silver pupil seemed to glimmer as it did. Arith would move from her cheek to her neck then stop returning it's hand to its side; its skin had felt oddly warm for such a cold looking thing.
"Your skin feels much like Egyptian silk, I wonder... is that how your entire body feels under those clothes?"

Janita shivered as she felt the room grow incredibly cold. Against her will, her nipples hardened instantly under her thin shirt, and made large tents in the purple fabric. For a moment she was angry at that Wiccan book she had read about why bras interfere with magical energy, as she knew whoever came out from behind the shelf would notice her chest right away.

When she saw who had spoken, however, Janita was too stunned to worry about mundane details like clothing. It was...some sort of magical, alien creature! It looked like nothing she had ever seen before, tall and forbidding and bizarre. She wanted to run away as it stepped towards her, but was too shocked to react.

It reached out and brushed its hand against her cheek and neck. She shuddered, terrified, and finally found her voice.

"D-d-don't touch me! And don't t-t-talk about me like that!"

Janita took a step backward, and found her back pressed against the shelf behind her. She struggled to draw magical spells into her mind, in case this THING came closer to her.

"Your shock... it is wonderful... and your fear, how intoxicating it is after two thousand years"
Arith told her with a glance at her chest it shook it's head.
"You're cold... and seeking an arcane remedy to my advances... how cute... but, If the scribes of egypt couldn't stop me; what makes you think you'll fare any better?"
a single tentacle sprouted from the space between his toes and slowly snaked towards her and loosely up her leg though it didn't touch her, not yet.
"I'm tired from my long trip... I'm sure you'll be perfect for a regeneration."[/i]

Two thousand years....Egypt....regeneration....Janita knew she was dealing with a strange and powerful creature. Terror at what she faced mixed with a longing for the magical power she knew this beast must possess.

A tentacle snaked around her leg, not touching her but coming MUCH too close.

"Get away!" Janita shrieked, grabbing a heavy book from the shelf behind her and tossing it at the creature. "You don't know who you are messing with!"

The book unfortunately hit it square in the face its red eye and his skin tone dulled and it just hung there for a moment before a mouth ripped across its face, an angry expression apparent as it's rather harsh voice began.
"This could have been enjoyable... but... I enjoy a fight as well dear... I'll enjoy ripping that shirt from your body!"
It's voice was the opposite of his mental speech, harsh cruel and calculating she could feel an unseen force rip at a sleeve to her blouse as the creature took a stepforward retracting the tentacle from it's foot and in it's stead four appeared at it's shoulder reaching out towards Janita to attempt to rip the blouse off of her rather ample chest.

The beast growled angrily at her, stepping forward. It used magic force and she felt a tug on one of her sleeves - as a rather sizable rip appeared in the fabric. This creature was annoyed, and it meant business.

Its four tentacles reached out towards her chest, and Janita couldn't help herself - she screamed. All thoughts of magic left her mind, and she instead lashed out at the tentacles, trying to swat them away with her hands.

The attempts to swat them out of the way were futile as they seemed to dodge rather easily the tentacles grappled her top and it was quickly shredded her breasts bouncing violently; the sleeves soon followed, a single tentacle moved down and began to stroke one of the chilled yet firm reddened knobs as the temperature continued to drop nearing the freezing point. the tentacle seemed to moisten as it secreted a liquid that would nearly double the sensations received in the area as it easily was absorbed by her skin. the creature's mouth vanished again as it calmed.

"Would you care to try for having your beautiful skirt torn as I did your top? and how about your thin panties? if not I do request that you not harm me again... I'll even allow you a single request..."

The freezing air and the terror of her situation combined to cause Janita to shiver violently, without stopping. The tentacles lashed out and tore Janita's top into pieces. Her large nipples stung in the cold, and it just got worse when the creature's slimy limbs began to stroke her tits.

Janita's shivering increased as intense sensations of cold and, goddess help her, pleasure, radiated from the tips of her breasts throughout the rest of her body.

The beast had her helpless - she couldn't concentrate on any of her spells at a time like this, and it had proven to be much quicker than her already! What was she going to do?!

The thing offered her a request....what could she ask for? She was standing here, getting assaulted, not knowing what this beast wanted with her, unable to summon to mind her magic spells....

That's it! If she just a second to concentrate, she could launch a fireball at this thing that would roast it alive!

"Please...please," she crossed her arms protectively in front of her large breasts, blushing, "I'll do what you want....just please, give me a minute to catch my breath! It's so cold in here!"

It had shivered for just a moment she she herself had been effected by the cold then it responded.
"A moment's rest alright you may have it and might I suggest not trying any 'spells' as you call them... this island has quite unusual properties besides... I enjoy sleeping next to stars I doubt fire would do anything... Might I recommend electricity?"
It told her calmly losing two inches to its height the room warmed to a comfortable level it's eyes closed and it hummed a melody to her.
"You're quite lucky I'm the one that found you... There are much worse than me here... and you know; your species is the most emotionally evolved I've met in over two billion of your years... thus making you a wonderful 'meal'"
It decided to explain while it waited then glanced at the window nearest them before returning to viewing her.
"now for the rest of your clothing..."
It decided after five minutes of rest stepping forward it would remove the garments carefully unless of course she harmed it again.

The room warmed to a more comfortable level, but Janita was still terrified. She continued to cover her breasts with her arms, feeling exposed and vulnerable. She HATED feeling like that.

The thing seemed to be reading her thoughts...it knew about her planned spells. She tried loudly chanting inside her head, hoping to be able to conceal her thoughts.

"What do you want with me?" she said, grabbing her skirt tightly, dreading having it removed. "What do you mean, a "meal"?"

"Meal.. It is the closest word I can find in your vocabulary... I don't ingest you dear... however..."
Arith began Janita's belt wormed it's way off of her waist as did her waist-cincher. three tentacles jetted to her arms and legs, one grappled her legs together the two others one wrist each.
"I Devour a portion of your feelings; I use it to remain conscious... and the sweetest feeling I can manufacture..."
It continued worming it's hand under the waistband of her skirt and panties to touch full pubic hair it's fingers shifting into blades of sort trimming it slightly then they shifted into a thick liquid of sorts and rubbed against her virgin sex playing slightly with the lips between it's silver fingers; of course it left it's pleasure stimulant over her as he stroked her, his own hand and her fluid's slightly moistening her panties.
"Is Pleasure!!!"[/i]