One of his free tentacles reached about her body gripping and ripping open the front of her blouse. Another jetted into action as it tore open her bra, He never really understood that contraption and how it had really worked. Sure enough he knew the basics from all those minds that he had consumed. His fingers had pressed into her hips as if he had been preparing to take her. His tentacles still worked against her sex as he had answered her..

It doesn't though it does make me feel better about myself.

His gaze filtered over her as tentacles fanned over her breast granting them a squeeze by coiling around them. His grip on them had been soft while a trio of hard cocks sprang into view, one large one flanked by two smaller ones that seemed eager to be used as they pulsated and danced in the stillness of the air.

Ella bit down hard on her lower lip, muffling a squeel of surprise and no little pain as her shirt then bra were brutally ripped from her. Her pert handful of a bosom bounced free, the area above a deep crimson from her furious blushing. She blinked mutely for a long moment, the mental words sinking in, her struggles ceasing as she incredulously processed the offhand statement. She was being stripped and abused simply to make him feel better about himself?! She somehow found the time to be insulted, as well as furious, disgusted, terrified, and ashamed, all at once in a roiling stew of conflicting emotion.

However, All conflict soon ceased, her eyes going wide and her body going rigid at the sight of the trio of phalli, her expression one of pure startled revulsion. She drew back as much as she could away from the twitching things, her gaze shifting back to the milky white eyes of her captor, her dismay quite apparent.

"You can't be serious! You can't-! Why would you-?! I'm just a sex toy?!" she stuttered and stumbled over the sentences, outraged, afraid. Her last words were literally screamed at the perverted fiend, quite loudly, as she had quite well developed vocal chords.

The tip of his central cock had rubbed against her slit as his tentacle moved out of the way. Another tentacle wrapped itself against her breast while another still played with her clit as his length began to rub up against her more furiously, collecting her juices upon it's mushroom tip.

That's about right.

His words had been almost bland as he spoke them,his shaft easing against her pussy lips as it had begun to work it;s way inside of her, contracting itself to squeeze into her tight passage. Warm flesh had greeted him as he did so, burbling out softly as he did so as it had been clear that he quite enjoyed himself already.

Ella suddenly felt very small, helpless. She wasn't even worth a passing thought to this thing. It was bothering to talk to her simply because she was amusing it with her questions. Like a vibrator asking why you were using it. She'd never felt more humiliated in her life, her anger and indignation crumpling under the blow. She hated this thing, hated herself for being unable to fight free, for falling into its trap. Even more, she hated her body for becoming aroused, excited at the attention to her desire engorged clit, hated the dampness between her thighs that allowed the disgusting protrusion easy access to her quivering depths.

She turned her head away, tears squeezed through tightly shut eyes as she couldn't bear to watch this monstrosity violate her. If she wasn't looking, at least she could pretend it wasn't as bad, pretend it was some horrid dream. Unfortunately, Ella wasn't terribly imaginative, and the tentacles entrapping her, along with the throbbing cock slowly working its way deeper into her made the situation very difficult to sugar coat.

It's not like that ... he cooed into her mind figuring out that she had been as imaginative as he was. Imagination hadn;t been his strongest suit but he had learned a trick or two in his time.

He had sensed the despair, the hopelessness that had seemed to engulf her. Aegir had melted into her mind as he had planned something that he had never done as bizarre maybe even odd.

His tentacles had seemed to evaporate as his form had dissolved as it had cloaked itself in another illusion that of the deceased human, Thomas. His hands had reached around her as her bosoms had been groped by his roaming hands,

Hands that had been the only thing gripping her though his mind reached out employing it's telekinetic touch upon her clit as his mind reached out to stroke her, his cock impaling her as it worked it's way inside of her as he filled her tight passage with himself.

Oh, baby doll you feel so good

Ella grimaced against the feelings permeating her body, her teeth digging into her lips, almost drawing blood as she fought against the rising pleasure. She didn't want this, didn't want to be used for some bizarre freak's self gratification. Just...it still felt good to be touched again, to have a body against hers, to be filled with a phallus of any derivation. She had no control over the raging heat in her loins, was rapidly losing the battle to keep from making any sounds of lust.

The cooing voice in her mind only served to make her more ashamed, more powerless. Then the sensations on her feverishly hot skin changed, shifted to become more easily recognizable. Hands on her aching breasts, fingers on her needy little clit. A cock, a real, human cock thrusting away into her, breaking her hold on her lips as a moan wrenched itself from her. She slowly opened her eyes, and nearly passed out in shock. Thomas?! Oh God...it was wearing..it was...- Her mind went blank with horror, a piteous sob following hard on the heels of her moan of abandon. This was a nightmare, it had to be a nightmare. Why was this happening again?!

Her moan had been utter sweetness to his ears just as her music had been. Rising over him he felt his body shudder once as he sank deeper into her mind. He could sense the swirl of emotion within, had sensed that fight in her as she had struggled to maintain her composure against the feelings that had built upp inside her.

His telekinetic touch had still pressed against her clit while his hands had rubbed and massaged her hanging breasts as he took he nipples between his fingers as he tugged on them in his grasp. His assault not yet complete as he entered deeper into her mind touching upon the pleasure centers of her mind, not that it seemed to be needed given the heat that had touched him, the dampness of her body as it had folded around his flesh as he pushed inside her, his own hips bucking wildly as if he had been an making love to a porn star. A reality that had remained elusive to most.

As he vanished inside her he had found a groan slipping out of his lips, his eyes closing as his fingers tightened against her, his thrusts in her becoming faster as his own tempo had increased.

Ella couldn't handle it, the betrayal of her needy body, the mockery of the form the creature chose to rape her in. She gave in, her wrists hanging limp in the unseen tendrils, her body, no longer restrained by her conscience and defiance, bucking back to eagerly meet each powerful thrust. It was easier then, in the gray haze of despair, to simply let her body move as it wished, let the thing take her as it wanted. She was just a toy after all. A toy didn't feel, so why should she?

Her eyes gone glassy, she panted like a bitch in heat, her back arching with every psychic press on her sensitive little nub. Her inner walls clung tightly to the pistoning member, squeezing and clenching, trying to keep it from escaping as the monster pulled back. Her nipples were hard little points in the human-seeming hands of the beast, the fullness of her breasts pressing into his fingers for attention. Each burial of the shaft into her elicited a cry of pleasure, an entire body squirm as she felt so deliciously full of hot, throbbing masculinity. Her yelps became whimpering moans as he withdrew, her hips wiggling until he gave it to her again, the whimpers trailing off as his pace increased.

It had been rare that he had this sort of interaction, his body usually needed his numerous tentacles to restrain the forms of his victims in order to prevent them from any sort of escape. This, this had been different indeed.

He groaned out softly as he felt those tight walls close around him as he tried to escape from the depths of her body. Eager to have him inside her she rammed back against his hips preventing him from getting to far.

The nipples hardening in his hands caused him to tug on her there a little bit firmer than he had been, the weight of her breasts in his palms as he kissed at the back of her neck, his lips draping down to her shoulders as his tongue danced against her soft flesh as he had continued to bring himself inside her, groaning out practically against her ear as he did so, his pistoning cock, feeling the sweet ambrosia of friction against it, vanished inside her, he knew that he had gotten to her, at least a little for he had felt her thoughts coursing through his mind.

Ella was just a bundle of nerves now, her mind caught in a trap of her own creating. She didn't think, she just felt, just moved. It was safer, easier to be a toy. She fell into the illusion, the pure feeling of Thomas sliding into her forcefully, his girth stretching her aching lips wide as he sank deeply into her. Her breasts bounced against his palms with every thrust, pressing themselves against his fingers, trembling slightly as he kissed and licked at her neck, a pleasant shiver.

She felt the pressure building inside her, the hot, burning feeling gathering in her belly and thighs, growing more intense with every collision of his hips against her rump. At the sound of his groaning in her ear, she imagined her hands rising slowly and twining through his hair, letting him hold her up, move her to his will, his rhythm. She turned her head back, shaking hair from her face as she sought his lips, sought to drink his passion in a kiss.

That had been the first time, the first kiss that smoothed over his lips. Throughout his life he had seen it before countless times while in person or on television shows that he gleaned out of the minds that he had consumed though he had never thought that another's lips would sweep against his.

But the taste had been quite pleasant as they washed against him, his lips eagerly tasting hers as his tongue did what naturally came to him as if guided by those consumed minds as the digit of his tongue had slide against her own, embracing it in a French kiss as his left hand had retreated from her body running his thirsty fingers against her spine,

He could feel her tension building up inside her though for the most part her mind had been blank to him as he perused it giving rise to a sensation that he had not found himself in often. It had been the equivalent of cutting off one's arm the void in that sense had frightened him a little if he had been truthful with himself though to be honest he didn't think that it would be missed much with the sensation of his lips pressed against her own.

Ella's mind was now a broken record, repeating Thomas' name over and over, latching onto the only familiar, safe aspect of her current situation. This was all a dream, a happy dream, of the times before her baby died. So she kissed him hungrily, her tongue twining about his, playful, daring, urging him further. Her fingers knit together behind his head, feeling the illusory hair, leaving her pneumatic body bent like a strung bow, arched up to meet him, her lips mashed against his roughly with each of his thrusts.

When she ran out of air, she broke the kiss, a thin tendril of drool connecting them for a moment as she pulled back, laying her head on his shoulder, arching her breasts proudly outward as his fingers trailed down her spine. The tension in her built so high, she was beginning to shake with it, trembling even as she forcefully swiveled her hips around his delving shaft, squeezing, caressing, trapping him with her velvet walls. She sighed hotly in his ear, her eyes vacant as she murmured softly to what she thought was her dream lover.

"Ohh sugar, right there....yesss..."

He had experienced the same bliss she had as he had been drawn into this dream, but there had been no need to shatter it as he still felt the closeness of her form against him. Her head on his shoulder now that there magical kiss had come to a close he had felt her fingers against the back of his head as she began to move against him in an unexpected rhythm that had caught him off guard and nealy caused him to shot forth in her depths, her tight walls had wrapped themselves firmly about him as he madly throbbed within her on such a verge.

He groaned out loud as her pace had changed, one hand squeezing her breast in it's grasp as she did so though soon relaxing against her as his fingers loosened there hold upon her, the fires of his own passion building up with his loins as he could feel the heat coursing through him as it bubble up within his depths.

Ella could feel him inside her, feel the throbbing of that wonderful cock as it speared into her greedy folds. She was so close to losing it, and from the gasp in her ear, and the pulsing in his member, she knew her man was close to. She felt a hot rush of pleasure, knowing it was her, all her, making him boil like that. Moaning out a long, low growl of pleasure, she bucked against him more slowly, grinding her hips backward in a sensuous roll. She murmured in his ear again, her voice dropping to a sultry purr, like she was singing all over again.

"Mmmm, you like that sugar? Ahhnnn, baby doll can tell...hmmn..." her breath was hot on his cheek, her fingers tight in his hair as she cooed and gasped to him. Her pace quickened to match his as she felt the heat in her belly become too much to bear, bouncing her soft little rump against his thighs forcefully, trying to make him cum at the same time as her, or as close to it as she could.

Divine hadn't matched up with what she had been doing to his senses. He had not known anything like this and doubted that he would again so he had found himself enjoying every moment of it. But he didn't want to cum just yet as difficult as it had been in resisting the rise of pleasure that had built up inside her. He groaned again in response to her words, unable or perhaps unwilling to trust his voice.

Aegir had found himself popping free of her despite both their wishes as he would have liked nothing greater than finishing off inside her et he had wished at the same moment to prolong himself as he sought to stetch out this moment in time.

His hands had gone to her waist where they had gentle rolled her over, his face alight with pleasure as he had smiled upon her, a hand unnecessarily going to her clit to brush against it, another spanning her chest as he took her breast in hand feeling her nippple against the palm of his hand as he closed around it, his head sinking between her thighs as his body shifted in a way that allowed him access to her sex, his tongue licking around her labia before plunging into the flesh of her body folding back those sweet lips as his tongue drove into her.