The moment she felt a strong pressure rubbing up and down ehr sex did she simply whimper, knowing too well what it was without looking. Tears were shed in frustration of being caught and was certainly going to be used again like a toy. Her weak body struggled until she could not anymore.

A sudden push left her crying out in discomfort and a possible bit of pain. She couldn't remember the last time she was used like a whore in the simple fashion that humans would normally have it. But this wasn't normal, it was just a cess of tentacles roaming all over her, leaving no part of her untouched.

Her inner walls must've been extremely tight sicne they were to her, squeezing the member thoroughly and quite hard until her body compensated for the intrusive member. Still plentysqueezed but perhaps not too much where the monster may be worried he may never be able to pull his cock out again. The soft whimpers and feeble attempts at struggling was the only thing to be heard. Her nether lips seemed to be forced apart quite much, her tiny sensitve button standing at full attention as her entrance simply hugged the member nice and hard. Her teats were bouncing around with each struggle she made until she finally gave up her futile thoughts of escaping. Her head and body simply fell limp as she waited for the monster to do what he wished.

He had found himself quivering in response to her squeezing him as her pressed into the confines of her body burbling put in what had passed as a groan for his kind as the pleasant nature of friction had played it's course.

His hold upon her slackened, it had been just as well that she had ceased her struggles against him as he felt that there was a moment there that he would have released his hold upon her. As it had stood he had been able to maintain his grip as his tentacles continued to explore her body as if they had been lovers.

Unleashing his own thoughts into her mind he had been able to read her thoughts as easily as if he had been reading a book. He digested everything as if it had been some elaborate meal that had been prepared for his palate, sensing her discomfort.

He had continued despite this, however, stretching out his shaft as if it had been an elastic band. His technique of expanding himself had certainly possessed it's advantages as he found for he could feel the added friction of her body against him as he shunted himself into the depths of her body.

"Aahh!! P-please d-don't s-stretch! Y-you're going to split me in half!"

Her knuckles turn white from gripping her palm into fists, her sturggling breaths gave way to groans as her walls were stretched even further. SO discomforting as it was she tries desperatly to scoot back or away to give her entrance some minor relief. Her whimpers go on unhinged, her body stricken with momentary numbness from the action being done.

It would only be moments before he would move the thing in and out of her, but there was nothing she could do to stop him. She was helpless again and therefore was left with little choice to whimper and show her discomfort for possible mercy from this creature. The being though seemed less then mildly interested in how she felt as he pushed deeper into her depths, the reaction of a mild cry was to be expected.

Her teats playfully bounce as she makes sudden motions about to make this as comfortable for ehr body as possible. She kenw there was no escape but the least she could have was less strain in her very tight walls.

"A-aaahh... please... have mercy..."

He had felt her discomfort surge through her as he read it in her mind as easily as one would read a book. His motion had slowed somewhat as he used a moment to ease part way into her, his tentacles reached out to her breasts as if to stabilize them though in truth he had squeezed them as if they had been ripe vegetation.

While he had no qualms about hurting her if the need had arisen he had felt as if that had been unneccesery at the moment seeing that he had hold of her and that she didn't seem to be going anywhere any time soon.

Despite this, and despite the whiteness in her hands his tentacles had coiled about her as they tightened further to ensure that no escape avenue had been left open that he had not considered considering how slow he normally moved on land.

While his length had been thick and long he had slowed down somewhat as he had invaded her body with his own. His boneless body had contracted silently against her as her walls seemed to close around him in such a way that a gurgling sound had seeped out of his mouth. Though it didn't sound like it the sound that had come from him had been what had passed as a groan for his species.

It had been difficult not to move against the onset of pleasure that had welled up within him though somehow he had managed to fight against that sensation that had built up inside of him as he spoke into her mind though the ample use of telepathy.

Why shall I go easy on you? Hmm? You are mine now to do with as I see fit.

As if to emphasize this he brought himself sharply into her before he had used shallower, slower thrusts.

Perhaps this was a true rape; not one where the woman got anything out of it but just the monster himself... Claire had to admit she liked it when it was even.

Finally did the creature stop expanding, but the growth isndie of her had stretched her out far enough to make it difficult to comprehnd much any ways. For all she knew he was still growing, until he would split ehr in half. The thought made her shiver in fear. That sounded like such an aweful way to end.

A voice resoudned inside of her ehad, which she assumed was this monster's way of communicating. She kept herself from speaking any further. Last time she did a spider had tormented her now that it had gained a link to her mind. She would not give him anymore leverage then what he already ahd. But quickly did she see her heplessness when he plunged hismelf quickly into her, causing her to gasp and groan in pain and pleasure. There was no stop to the torment... she doubted it would end quickly either. Her breasts were even taking a beating from beign squeezed so hard, she felt like they could pop at any moment.

Temperence, he had acquired a deal of patience when dealing with humans. Who had he been kidding? His kind had been instinctually patient and while he had been more than capable of doing such the memory of her scorching him had still played madly within his mind as he read her thoughts through his own telepathic gifting.

He had found himself coming to a quick halt once he had been lodged within her as if he had been confident that she would not elude or escape him now. His hold upon her had loosened somewhat as he moved languidly inside her channel.

What had passed for ears in his kind, little more than holes, had registered the cry that had parted her lips as he had entered her with himself expanding in her depths without even bothering to move given the elasticity of his body using it to reach into her now.

She had not spoken to him as he had recounted her incendemt with the spider that he had pulled from the recesses of her mind. It had been this that he had cause of studying for a brief moment as his mouth tendrils writhered in what could only be delight.

He had needs that he had wished to sate and so be it he figured that he would sate them. His body began moving as his lonng tongue lapped at the aerole of her nipple as if he could get a drink from it. His tempo had ebbed somewhat to match that of a gentle lover's as he began moving against her while he continued to hold onto her with some of his appendages least he find her hurling those dark flames at him again or worse. Even with the inhibitors in place on the island he knew enough not to trust fully in them for his own defense.

This monster's strength was unimaginable. She felt what could be called muscles to her but something else to him, rippling inside her entrance as he lodges himself deep to a point where his tip prodded at the entracne to her womb. Quite uncomfortable as it was, it was not very painful anymore. Her walls were adjusting to mass inside of her which only made her think she was going to get spoiled for any fun times she could have with Kanoe. But the thoughts, they were brief as he began to move.

She briefly bellowed a deep and gaspful moan, the tweaking of her nipple with his long tongue made her heart flutter briefly as her nerves sparked anew with sensations. The tongue acted as if it wanted drink, and although it was impossible for ehr to lactate, it wasn't hard to imagine that if it kept prodding as it did she would very well do so. But imagination played wildly in her thoughts. Despite the horrific scene of being raped she tried to picture Kanoe instead. It was easier to do so as he slowed down to a gentle touch. She knew she could not escape, she might as well try and make this as best as she could out of the situation.

Pictures had welled up into his mind as her had no need of prying anything for her mind as he took what had existed upon the fore of her mind. She had contented to think of another being, another entity like himself as her imagination began to take off.

His kind had not been much in the way of creativity though his consumption of human minds in the past allowed him to be a smidgeon creative. Most of what he had learned had been taken from the minds he had consumed in his time or moments like this when he had been capable of using his telepathic gifting to wrench secrets or thoughts from a mind.

He had sensed the discomfort that had surrounded her as her pressed into her and had rectified that tactic by using less of himself as he pressed into her, another burbling sound slipping out of his mouth as he had felt her passage accommodate him with the sweet touch of friction.

Lightly he had worked his way into her mind. Sifting through arcane formulas he had found what he had been looking for as he had navigated the minds of humans many times. At the base of her primal mind he would find her pleasure senses and lightly stroked against them as he would a physical object.

Extracting himself from her he had found himself doing something that had been uncharacteristic. With only a hold on her wrists he had heft her into the air plopping her down upon the nearby bed. white eyes scrolled over her as if he had been appraising her, seizing up the option in his mind that if she had made a break for it that he would now be capable of lashing out with his tentacles before she could get far.

Slowly like an ooze he had slithered across the floor towards the bed, his mouth tendrils writhing as if they had picked up the scent of sex in the air and danced a merry jig to that aroma.

Aegir had been weary of her spell casting abilities, particularly her talent of electrical spells but he had weighed it against the shock that had slowed through her veins earlier. He had been close enough to tangle her back up if necessary though his powers of ESP would tip her off if this had been a likely thought that had raced through her mind.

She wondered why the being was being so easy with her. Seems this creature was not finished in tormenting her. She felt her primal urges come forth so suddenly, the monster probed his way into touching every sensitive aprt of her body that made her moan in pleasure. After a soft sigh does she shake her head, trying to focus on what was going on.

With a quick squeak is she tossed like a rag doll across the room from Kanoe's bed to hers. Her body jumps only two times with the springs, allowing her to gather the breath that had been knocked out of her. Her energy had been spent so there was only a short attempt to herself to see how very weak her mana was. Only when her eyes look up to see the monster's intentions do they widen.

Horror etches over her face as she begins to back away to the wall. Just the sight of such a slithering creature coming towards churned her stomach with terror and disgust. Her teeth grit bared as he nears her, her escape would be futile at this point if she tried to flee. Her back pushes into the wall and her legs pushing into the bed as if to almost attempt merging herself into the hard surface, just to escape this nightmare. The sight simply horrified her as that helpless mouse cornered by a cat feeling welled up inside of her.

He eyed her as he had approached he had found that in her mind her reserves of mana seemed low which had been idle for him. Escaping had been less of a worry at this stage as he had slithered across the minute gap that had separated them, his body serving to blot out the soft glow of light for a moment as he came forth.

As he had found himself oozing against the comforts of the bed he heard a soft squeaking sound beneath the minute weight of his body. He approached finding it somewhat amusing that she had sought to move away from her as she pressed her back against the wall.

He could see the terror flash in her eyes though he had drank it into his mind with his mental probes. His mouth tendrils quivered almost reflexively as he reached out with a pair of tentacles looping the about her slender ankles in coils. It hadn't taken too much strength to part them as he continued to move along over the bed.

A lick. His tongue had stretched out to lap against her entrance while a mouth tendril actually wriggled against her as if it were seeking entrance into her body. Lightly he had touched upon her mind with his own again reaching out to her pleasure centers as his tongue had diverted it's attention to her clit licking against it as a mouth tendril replaced it by coursing about the very crevice of her body as it flowed up and down like the strokes of an artist's brush against a blank canvass.

There was no hope of escaping while the creature approached her slowly. The creaking of the bed made it all seem like a horror movie gone completely wrong. The reality only made it worse as tendrils stretch out to ensnare her again. A small flicker lit up in the palm of her hand as she desperately tries a defensive spell, but her mana was spent still. Perhaps it was a fleeting hope that somehow her mana reserves had re-energized inhumanly fast. But it was so that the mere flicker only lasted a few seconds before a simply wisp of smoke left her hand and fluttered to the ceiling and dissipated.

It didn't take much for her legs to be forced apart; the mere attempt in trying to keep her legs closed left her out of breath with exhaustion. Her eyes squint shut, not wanting to see what sort of manifestation he may bring to her now vulnerable womanhood. The tongue caught her off guard with a swift gasp. Eyes widen at the appendage seeking to enter her. With her free she desperately tries to grab the tongue while it began to lick her clit. Though her pleasure centers were being targeted, the adrenaline rush may help overcome her low energy.

A quick spark ran over the top of her hand, whether it was fire or dark magic she was trying to create was a mystery. Her hands clamp over the tentacle weakly, her body tenses for a last go at driving the monster away. Another spark came, but weak it was until small wisps of darkness catch the outer corners of her gripping palms. She was sweating for freedom, hands shaking as she forces what little mana she had to create some form of attack. But her control was weak and her mind was numb. The attempt ended in backfiring, but possibly hurting the creature as well. The force sent her back, hitting her head against the wall roughly as that last attempt at magic dissipated from her hands. Her hands, covered in soot and a little red, limply settled at her sides. She panted softly, unable to even move her head much to see if she had even caused damage. That little act may have very well been a stupid attempt, but she had to at least try.

A soft groan breaches her gritting teeth, the force to the back of her head made it throb terribly, as if reminding her of such a stupid act to do. Yet despite all this her lower body quivers, her still spread legs quiver and shake as love juices trickles from her quivering lips.

Aegir had nearly plucked her hand from him as she had reached down the expanse of her body, He had allowed her some freedom as his eyes had flickered up towards her as if they had been watching her. Fear had sank into him as he had seen the effects of her conjuring though ready to lash out in his own defense he had found that heba had no need to act as the orb harmlessly splashed against the ceiling.

Though nothing could have prepared him for the coming backlash that had swept over him. Thankfully his body had lacked any bones as a force swept over him. He had been hit by the concussive force, flinched slightly as he felt minor pain wrack his body before it had quickly subsided leaving him dazed for only a moment.

His tentacles had twitched restlessly about as he had been struck by this force though he had gone right back to what he was doing once it had passed.

Secretly he had been impressed with her. Despite the odds stacked up against her she still choose to fight with her lasting breath. He had thought to secure her arms in some fashion, decided against it at first then reevaluated his decision in his mind before sending two of his appendages out to loop about her wrists as he secured them in his grasp.

Slowly with little effort on his part he had began to wriggle into her with those mouth tendrils allowing a pair of them to enter into her, coating themselves in her juices as they did so. His elongated tongue had continued to press up against her clit a little bit rougher than before though his administrations had not been rough at all though a far cry from light caress that he had been using initially.

With that last ditch effort gone, she was a limp doll for this monster to play with. The glazed look in her eyes said it all of how exhausted she was. Her wrists were easily tied together although they presented no threat to the monster now. Sweat glistened her heaving chest, her tongue limply hung from her mouth with each pant. Backlashes never were the fun thing to experience.

From the monster's abrupt change in motions, he was either not affected at all or affected just a little. Her teeth chattered together as she attempted to contract her muscles so he could not enter, but it was a futile effort. Not one, but two tendrils slipped their way into her entrance. The reaction was a loud cry as they moved within her. Her legs and inner walls quiver from the friction between them and the invaders. There was no denying the pleasure that swept over her glistening body. Every inch of her entrance was seemingly explored by the tendrils; the moment they hit her tender spot did her body jump. Her clit was standing at attention at the hood, simply reveling in the attention it received.

Clarice could only moan and gasp in bliss, as unwanted as it was she could not resist it. She was far too weak in the mind and body to think of how horrible this was. Slowly did her body work against her, her aroused melons move back and forth with each weak twist she made. A sparkling trickle at the corner of her mouth signified her drool. The two tentacles lashing about inside of her together was proving to be too much for her to handle. Her lubricated walls tighten around the moving tendrils; the mere friction making her eyes roll back. Why did this always happen to her? Why did it have to feel so good?

She had came to life as he toyed with her body almost though not quite like the touch of a lover. His own excitement could not be masked entirely as he exuded a strong musky scent, pheremones that she had been immune to though they had escaped his skin nonetheless.

Her excitement it had seemed had stirred his own. He could feel the crush in her and had been thankful that he could contract his boneless body to as flat as a piece of paper if the need arouse and while he did not have to go to that extreme he did find himself contracting as he felt the crushing squeeze of her body.

He had found his attention focused on her risen clit as he had used his tongue to swirl about it, his own rubbery hands flowing over her as he took her breasts in his palms granting them a tender squeeze as if they were fruit that he had been checking for ripeness.

Aegir had longed to be in her again though he had patiently waited for this moment even as his phallus, all three of them, began to throb in anticipation.

Her body shakes and quivers for release. The pressure was building steadily in her womb. All she could do was pray for her torment to end quickly and hard. There was no thought of the horrible act; how could something so bad be so good? Her mind was ebbing away from humanity as the monster churns his tentacles deep in her pussy.

Her clit was targeted once more, all nerves inside of it had come alive with sensations. Juices trickled and lewd sounds of nectar swishing about with the mosnter's tentacles left no imagination of how erotic the scene was or how aroused her body was becoming.

Her hardened mounds were grabbed like they were melons, putting mroe friction into the already growing rpessure in her womb. Her gasps became rhythmic to his ministrations, ever so steadily was he bringing to the point of no return. It would not be long before her climax had her in its grasp. Her quiet pleas for more grew steadier with her louder moans and cries. She was drowinging in a sea of bliss and passion. Her walls squeezed the two invaders over and over again until the pressure became too much. Ever so steadily did her body tense and suddenly let loose a wild shiver as she began to climax hard. Her walls worked over time in contracting over the tendrils. Her entire beign shudders with the orgasm. The breath simply leaves her each time she heaved another big gulp of air. Nothing ever felt so good.