With the moon full, the night air crisp and cool, Siferus snuck into a room with pretty much the same climate. Looking around at the empty, but decorated room, figuring the student would be back soon, he crawled under the bed and began to scheme.

I want to get a look at this one. My last few have been exceptional. This one won't be any different. The monster thought to himself.

Zoya walked back from the showers, blue hair laying flat against her neck and scalp, brushed back from her face messily. Her usual piercings were in her room on her desk, taken out while she bathed, as was her custom. Her bare feet shuffled on the carpet as she made her way down to her room, blue mesh bag carrying her wet towel and toiletries slung over one shoulder, the strap digging slightly into the pale skin left exposed by the simple white tank top. Frowning she looked up and down the empty hall, checking for something she couldn't quite put her finger on, still slightly shaken from the strange dream she'd had the night before in the library. In an unusually self conscious gesture, she pulled down the back of the tight, dark blue, terrycloth boxers she was wearing after her shower, and unlocked her door, stepping into the welcome chill of her room, turning quickly to lock her door.

"Jumping at shadows...new place jitters, thats all," she murmured to herself, hanging her bag on the back of the door for handling later, pulling out the towel to finish drying her hair. She glanced at the thermostat on her way further in, to make sure it was still set at 50, then headed for her desk, standing and looking over her collection of stuffed polar bears with a faint smile, wrapping the towel around her head expertly. Reaching out to her CD player, she clicked it on, starting to move her hips and shoulders to the beat of a Carpathiana track with the volume low, smiling into the mirror as she carefully cleaned the hole in her nose and lip with a disinfectant cotton swab, as she always did before going to bed.

Blue hair? Nice touch. Loving the curves too, baby. Damn, I picked another babe! Chance favors the prepared mind. He thought to himself.

Observing her movements, getting aroused as she moved her hips to the beat of the music, which was turned too low to hear.

Lashing out with four of his tendrils, he snared her ankles and wrists, pulling her towards him. He crawled out from under the bed, smiling at her lustily.

"Let me have a good look at you, gorgeous."

Zoya was completely unprepared as the tendrils snaked out around her wrists and ankles, the cotton swab falling from her hand as she was yanked off her feet and dragged toward her bed, the towel unraveling to expose her now wildly tangled blue hair. She gasped as the air was knocked from her lungs, coughing and trying to pull free weakly as she recovered from the shock, eyes widening as the human faced spider-octopus...thing crawled from under her bed. Her eyes widened further as it spoke, her mouth moving soundlessly for a long moment, face screwed up in complete disbelief.

"What-? Who-? What the fuck are you?" she continued to struggle, mind racing as she tried to figure out what was going on here, the pain of her fall, and the feeling of the tendrils on her cold skin making it hard to believe this was just another bizarre dream. Her struggles served to ride her tank top up her torso, exposing her stomach, the soft, pale skin shimmering in places where left over water from the shower had frosted over.

"Two unimportant questions, but I'll answer them anyways. What am I? I'm one of the islands resident monsters. My introduction will answer the second. Who am I? I'm Siferus. I'll be your escort to the heights of lust tonight."

Reaching up her white tanktop with a free tendril, sliding it slowly against her skin, between her breasts, and tears the shirt off, wrapping tendrils around the now exposed mounds.

Coiling his tendrils around the rest of her legs, he began pulling them apart.

She stared at the human face, dumbfounded as it callously responded to her stammered questions. She ceased her struggles briefly as it incongruously introduced itself, her laxity met with a sudden violent tearing of her tank top. She yelped in surprise, face twisting in outrage and rising fear as the tendrils wrapped around her full breasts, her nipples a pale, faintly blue-tinged pink.

"Wha-?! Let go! Stop you fucking freak! Get off me!" she renewed her struggles, thrashing violently against the restraining tendrils, her legs shaking as she fought to keep her knees together, slowly losing the battle against the stronger creature.

Siferus played no mind to her calling him a freak. He just pulled Zoya's arms behind her, binding them at the wrist, the tendril tips brushing against her hardening blue-tinged nipples.

Keeping her legs open, he begins to tease her pussy through the terry cloth boxers for a few moments before tearing them off as well.

Pushing his tendril against the now exposed slit, he releases an aphrodesiac into her soft folds, starting to arouse her body.

"Such tightness. You're a virgin, aren't you?" He sneered.

The struggling girl snarled furiously as her wrists were pinioned behind her, eyes glaring murderously at the things face. A sharp hiss of breath and a slight arching of her back was the only sign she allowed herself to show she had even felt the tendrils on her breasts. The teasing at her covered sex however, she was less successful at resisting. The first stroke of a tendril across the fabric elicited a high yelp of surprise, her legs bowing inward as a small shudder rocked her trapped body. The second and following strokes, she bit down hard on her lower lip, fighting the urge to writhe like a cat in heat. The breath she didn't even know she was holding came out in an explosive gasp of shock and pain as the boxers were torn from her hips.

"Hey wai-hahn! Damnit! You sonnova bitch! Let! Me! Go!" she screamed angrily, tears of mingled pain and frustration starting to well up in her nearly amber eyes. The return of the tendril to her now exposed slit made her jerk more violently against the restraints, a choked back sob of surprise ripped from her as she felt the unnatural arousal seep into her, setting fire to her normally frigid body. She could only respond weakly as the creature questioned her, eyes squinted in concentration as she fought to keep herself from falling into wild abandon.

"Fuck you."

"You want me to fuck you? Usually I tease before I please, but if you insist..."

That said, he pushed his tendril deep into Zoya's folds, starting to slide in and out of her slow at first to heighten the effect of the aphrodesiac, then pick up speed for her pleasure.

Soon, the tendrils around her breasts started alternating squeezes, the tips of the tendrils flicking the nipples rougher.

"Careful what you say. You said 'fuck you'. I just took it as an invitation to take you." He snarled at Zoya.

She glowered at the smirking fiend, then cried out in alarm, eyes widening in shock and denial as the tendril burrowed into her defenseless womanhood.

"Hagghh! Stop! Please! I...I didn't mean it!! I'm sorry...just stop!" she cried out again in pain from the rough thrusting. Thankfully, the aphrodisiac seeping into her channel quickly causing her juices to flow and ease the passage of the tendril within her, reducing the pain, though the horror of her situation remained. She'd never had anything so far inside her, nothing living like this, squirming and twisting within her depths. It felt...horrible, wonderful, excrutiating, ecstatic all at the same time. Her body waged war on her mind, turned traitor by the strange toxins the creature secreted into her most intimate of areas.

"Please...please stop..." she whimpered between forced out moans, hips moving of their own accord to push back against the rapidly pistoning tendril, eagerly meeting the attention.

"Stop? Why would I want to do that, especially when your body welcomes me like this?" He mocked, not thrusting in as far to reduce the pain. Siferus hated hurting his victims. He got off hearing screams of pleasure, not pain.

Pistoning his tendril in and out of the slit of the chilled beauty, he leaned down, his tongue teasing the flesh of her neck, trying to stimulate Zoya further.

Another tendril found it's way into her moistening folds as another trails up her pale skin, towards her breasts.

The slight gentling of the forced attentions caused Zoya to sag with relief in the unbreakable grasp of the creature, gasping for breath as the steady pounding continued. A slow blush rose in her usually pale skin, the chemically induced arousal taking a stronger hold without the pain to interfere. She twisted her head away from the disturbingly human face, unintentionally exposing more of her neck to the licking tongue.

"Noooo...nhah! No more...I can't...take anymore," she whined plaintively, hating the begging tone in her voice, hating the helplessness, hating that despite the shame and revulsion burning through her the pleasure was stronger still. Her body continued to respond to the thing's ministrations, her back arching as a full throated groan tore itself from between her clenched teeth, toes curling as the second tendril slid into her now thoroughly sopping cunt.

Pushing her breasts together around the tendril that made it's way there, the tendril began fucking her breasts while trying to get in her mouth. He tapped the tip against her lips, hoping she would take it willingly.

The tendrils in her pussy began to alternate, one sliding in, while the other slid out, keeping both tendrils in her.

He turned her head and showed her his monsterous cock, it becoming obvious that this was only the beginning. He really was going to have her all night.

She looked down at the tendril threaded between her breasts, clapping her mouth shut and turning her head away quickly as the tip pressed against her lips, denying it entry, shaking her head to keep it from pushing between her lips easily. This muffled the small sounds forced out of her arousal maddened body by every alternating thrust of the twin tendrils buried deep inside her sex.

She struggled anew as her head was forced to turn, eyes nearly bugging out at the sight of the monstrous member. She gaped, shaking her head in denial, looking at the human-like face with utter terror in her eyes, the tears running freely now.

"No...please...ahn!..not that...it's too..hnn!..big..."

"Glad you like it, miss. Don't worry, I'll give it to you soon enough." He said, tapping the member against her cheek.

As the tendril continued to push against her electric blue lips, he smiled evilly as his tentacles pounding her pussy speed up, causing her juices to squirt out with each thrust.

"You've got a strong will. I like that. But how long can you keep it before you surrender to desire?"

He taunted her as he spurted more aphrodesiac into her already soaked folds.