Plague dropped to his knees on either side of her, straddling her waist as he leaned down, his breath flaring hot from his nostrils against her face. Though, as wretched as it felt, it wasn't entirely unpleasant, his breath smelled faintly of spice and age, like a book left in the desert for a few milennia. What was really strange was the weight he placed on Vera's stomach as he straddled her. There was certainly something missing, he seemed as anatomically correct as a Ken doll if what she was feeling was any indication.

"You might as well enjoy this, dear, it's certainly the most sensible option available to you at this point," he taunted her, and there was a certain horrible quality in the fact that his beak never moved when he spoke, his voice emanating from somewhere behind, deep in his mouth or throat.

The tentacle in her sex was soon joined by two others, poking, prodding and teasing as the first worked in and out. Two pincered tendrils snatched her wrists, wrestling them high above her head in a firm grip.

Vera turned her head away from the creature's large beak. She could feel the heat of his breath and coming from his body. The details were not so apparent to the woman as her focus was being distracted by the tendril pumping into her body repeatidly. But as the demon sat on her torso, she could not help but notice something odd about the being.

She was unsure if she felt thankful or frightened by the fact the beak did not move while he spoke. The last thing she wanted to see was what lied inside the creature's mouth. Enjoy this? By that same logic, she should just bend over whenever she encounters a monster on this island. Vera would never do such a thing. To give in is to only attract more creatures to her.

"Ahhnn!" Her arms were pulled above her head by the pincered tentacles. But her cries were for a different reason. "Ugh.. Ugh!" her body was gently being rocked on the table, sliding back and forth between Plague's thighs. Each forceful thrust of the tendril sent her insides shivering as they try to cling desperately at the appendage that was pleasing and punishing her body. Other tendrils began to stroke her parted netherlips while another goads her clit from hiding. Vera closed her eyes as soft gasps of pleasure escape her lips. The tender pearl was easily teased and became visible as it erect and hardened for attention.

Plague's tentacles seemed to think at their own rapid pace, quickly designating various duties among themselves as he stroked the side of her face with one clawed hand, raking the points like knives gently across her face, not quite hard enough to break the skin. The tentacles spread her pink, a wealth of brethren to the first few teasing their way to her aching sex.

The one buried within her pulled out, nuzzling against another of its kind as they intertwined, forming a thicker, spiraled member that pushed into her with renewed strength.

Another teasing her clit continued its slow, almost tortuous circular massage, coaxing it fully out of its hood and subjecting it the the sensation of the cool, smooth scaled flesh sliding against it.

Meanwhile, a wriggling mass of the appendages pushed insistently against her lower body, wrapping themselves more tightly around her, teasing every inch of her flesh with their bulk.

The Head Girl trembled as she felt the sharp knives along her cheek. She did not move for fear of them cutting her beautiful face. The woman did all she could to remain still as her insides continue to flutter and twitch with arousal and sensation.

Her focus was being spread out as more tendrils join in to tease and manipulate her body. Vera could feel her glistening netherlips be spread apart, giving access to the tender pink flesh beyond. The smaller tendrils stroke along the insides of her entrance while the thicker tentacle slides out of her body. The relief was brief as she felt something even thicker force it's way into her body. "Nyahhh!" she cried out as her tight passage was spread even wider, hugging tightly to the pair of twisted tendrils.

Juices dribble out of the spread netherlips and began to puddle on the table as the sexual tortures continued. Vera was taking long deep breaths, doing her best to calm and cool her body. She could do little to fight off the constant fluttering inside her belly as a cool scaled tendril strokes slow circles around her fully exposed nub. Her eyes flutter a bit as a passing touch sends the bundle of nerves throbbing with passion.

Already Vera's eyes were drooping, becoming half lidded. She could not shake her head for fear of the sharp claws so the cobwebs continued to build inside her mind until it became a hazy cloud of desire. A low groan sounds from her as she felt even more tendrils pushing and slithering around her lower body.

Plague's eye flickered intently along her gaze, watching it grow hooded with lust. He was years out of practice, had subsisted on the absolute dredges of his stored energy as he lay there in stasis, but some things cannot be forgotten. His muscles tensed, the predator sensing that its meal was coming, his own pupil shrinking as he focused on that gaze.

Tentacles parted, revealing the beak to her once more. He ducked his head down low, the tendrils surrounding his maw stroking her cheeks as he pinned her shoulders to the table with those slender claws. Pushing the beak between her lips, he tilted his head, working it between her teeth as best he could. The stone-like structure parted, his whip tongue snaking out into her mouth, the surface of the black thing smooth and horribly dry for something emerging from a creature's mouth, like living glass. Pores open on the surface of the appendage, drinking in her lust, filling him with his much-needed sustenance.

The original tentacle that had explored her sex slipped away from its partner, though soon another entwined itself and entered her without missing a stroke. The wet original trailed down between the pale hills of her backside, teasing the rosebud nestled between with a malicious glee. The other tendrils continued their caresses, the girl seemingly laying on a bed of eager serpents.

Her eyes widen in fear as the tendrils parted and revealed the large beak moving closer to her. The clawed hands kept her from squirming as he leaned down. The tendrils kept her facing forward and with some manipulation managed to part her lips as the beak entered her mouth. Toes curl as her entire body cringed at the disgusting tongue began to slide into her mouth. The woman did her best not to touch the thing with her tongue. She could feel the muscle pulsing in her mouth doing some unknown thing inside her.

It was difficult to avoid tasting the vile tongue while the tendrils below continue to pound away her resistance. Muffled grunts and whimpers vibrate though the tongue the twin tendrils continue to drill in and out of her abused cunt. "Uhhnn! Ahhhhnnnn!" Her grunts turned into a sudden cry of shock and pain as a wet tendril plunged deep into her rear.

The monster continued feast on her. Between her thin walls, she could feel the three tendrils grinding against each other as they piston into her tight holes. Despite the horrible dry taste, she found herself sucking on the creature's tongue as pleasure continued to cloud her thoughts. Her eyes flutter and slowly roll back in her head as she felt the fluttering in her belly melting into a pure rush of heat. It would not be much long until she breaks.

Plague can taste it. The fear, the hatred, the shock, the pain, the lust, every sensation playing across the surface of that strange, glassy tongue like a fine aged wine. He moves from her shoulders down to her sides, dragging his nails across them as his facial tentacles squeeze softly and tighten their grip on the back of her head, pulling her closer onto the beak and the wriggling tongue.

That strange organ spars with her tongue playfully as she tries to avoid its touch, but after exploring the slick inside of her mouth for long enough it corrals her tongue into the open, wrapping around it like a constrictor and squeezing softly, small open pores or pits rubbing against the surface.

The draining feeling was not entirely unpleasant. It left her mind in a soupy haze quite like being drunk, though the sensations of the tentacles and their relentless ravaging of her pale, taut flesh seemed amplified. The twisted pair in her sex arched up, dragging their tips against the tissue of her sex in a teasing caress with each stroke while the tentacle buried in her tight backside wriggled as it buried further in.

Something was happening but she could not describe it. Another weak groan sounds from her throat as the disgusting tongue wrapped around and trapped her own. Her glazed eyes flutter as she felt something leaving her. Spots flash across her vision as she was pulled closer to the beak. It quickly grew harder to think like her mind was turning into a goopy mess.

But her senses were clear. She could feel the claws drag down her body inch by inch. Her thighs spread further apart as the twin tendrils drag over her inner walls. Sparks flew inside her body as they managed to graze over her g-spot. Vera's body had arched up against Plague's body, seeming to grow more sensitive each second her mind was fed on. Toes curled as the tendrils continue to pound away at her insides. Already the beast could feel her muscles twitching violently. Unable to think straight, a searing heat shot though her body and mind as her entire body arched off the table. A muffled squeal sounds as gushes of hot juices flowed from her climaxing form. "Mmmmph!'

Routines reassert themselves over time, despite the best efforts of the universe at large and its hatred of the static. The girl came and Plague drank his fill.

He shuddered at the sheer force of that precious energy that flooded the girl's senses, her perception dulled to so much blurred, drunken stupor while each and every feeling echoed throughout every fiber of her being. The force of the climax was like a bullet to the back of his brain after starving himself for so long. A groan died in his throat and he moved his hands quickly from the girl's back, steadying himself on the table. It was rather lucky that he did, as the burst of energy went quickly to work healing his atrophied muscles, breathing life back into the husk of a being that the demon had become.

Hot agony laced his forearms as the dessicated muscles regenerated. His fingers clenched reflexively and the table splintered with a sharp crack as his knife-like claws dug deep into the shocking white of the wood. His breath came heavy as every muscle in his body clenched and relaxed, testing to ensure it was working properly. The tentacles within and around the girl stiffened, locking her in an embrace like granite for a moment before returning to their fluid selves, the demon himself almost out of breath as the tendrils continued to service her, the tendril preoccupied with her clit teasing it with a lethargy now, his breathing ragged as his eye focused on her.

The draining feeling was much more noticable now as the climax seemed to drain every thought from her body. Her body arched off the table, the stiffened tendrils keeping at bay. Everything became unfocused like if someone trying to look though a beer bottle.

Vera continued to twitch violently as the pure sensation of her release came down on her hard. The tongue held onto her as it continued to feed with unending hunger. With her thoughts gone for the moment, she was completely unaware of the rejuvenation that was happening to the monster.

His body was cracking the table as if some sort of surge was running though his being. But it slowly passed. Her vision continued to remain blurry and hazy keeping her from registering anything around her. Perhaps that was blessing as the beak continue to be pressed to her lips. The mentally and physically draining climax began to pass leaving her in a drunken afterglow. Her body continued to react to Plague's teases and manipulations. Her clitoris throbbing with heated blood as her entire body glistened with sweat.

Plague pulled back, arching his spine as he dragged the beak and the tongue lazily from her mouth. The black whip tendril curled lazily from the end of his mouth, retreating back into its depths. He groaned, his voice layered with exertion as the tendrils continued independent of his attention, stroking her aching clit and pumping into her sex, stiffening and stretching themselves out every few strokes, stretching her tender pink sex.

He pushed himself from the table, the tendrils leaving her wanting for now, allowing her a second to recollect her senses. As for the demon, he needed a moment to think. His own head was swimming, his attention blurred by the pain in his limbs. Pain was nothing new to Plague, and with this specific pain he was intimate.

It wracked every inch of his flesh. He dropped to his knees at the end of the table, chest heaving as his muscles rippled, arching his spine with a series of agonizing pops and letting out a yowl like a wounded lynx.

His strength returned, prey in his custody, he felt alive again.

"Uhhhnnn..." With her mouth free, she slowly rolled her head side to side. The student's mind was swimming as pure heat throbbed in her skull. Her head filled with nothing but pure sensations, it was difficult to try and form thoughts again.

Plague was not really giving her a chance to recover. Juices continue to squish and slurp around the thick tendril as it worked her insides, spreading her passage little by little. Weak groans left her lips as she layed their, helplessly pleasured by two tendrils with no thoughts of escaping or resisting in her head. Her pretty little pearl pulsed with her rapidly beating heart sending ripples of pleasure straight into her loins.

Her libido flared with desire and lust. This was not her first time being completely helpless in a powerful beings arms. Her body was well trained to receive and give pleasure. Vera's toes curl as she slowly clenched her muscles around the pumping tentacle trying to bring even more pleasure to them both. The poor woman had no idea she was helping this once weakened monster recover to full strength.

Plague slowly pushed himself to his feet, staggering a little as he tossed his head back, running his hand over the smooth scales of his scalp as a means of quantifying the situation. His gaze trailed down to the girl on the table, sweating and whimpering in pleasure as her hips continued little jerking motions towards the tentacles buried within her.

He exerted a small measure of control, the twisted tentacles slipping out of her sex first, untangling themselves from one another. The one buried in her rear wriggled out next, sliding up to stroke the small of her back playfully. Despite the retreat of the main tendrils, the others kept her spread open, teasing her clit and prodding her tender pink folds with soft taunts.

The dripping tendrils from her sex wormed their way up her body, one wrapping its slender length around her neck, guiding her up to a seated position so that she could look at him, its length slick against her flesh.

"And to think you acted as though you weren't going to enjoy this..." he laughed softly, picking splinters from the flesh around his claws, "You're starting to grow on me, little one. I had only intended to use you to restore my previous strength, but I think I'll keep you around a little longer, what do you say?" he asked, the tentacle around her throat tightening its grip possessively for a moment then releasing.

"Umm... Uhhnn..." Her moaning grew weaker as the tendrils slowly left her body. The woman's slit remained spread open, revealing the glistening pink flesh beyond. Juices trickled freely from her still trembling body. The teasing tendrils kept her body from cooling, keeping her ripe for another round as her breathing grew long and deep.

Vera's chest rose and fell with shuddering breaths. Her head was still swimming but she was beginning to make out shapes and closer objects again. A tendril, covered with the musk of her own fluids, slid around her neck and pulled her upright. Her arms remained held above her head as she was left gazing at the much lively looking Plague.

His words stung but what concerned her the most was the thought of being his possession. Any thoughts of trying to protest were crushed as the tendril tightened around her throat. "Ngh!" she gasped softly, "It seems.. I have no choice in the matter.." She replied gazing at the vile demon.

He laughed at her reply. Even his voice was stronger now, less of an ancient rasp, it took on a more musical quality, each step he took now had confidence and strength behind it as opposed to the wary, trembling quality they had before. He turned his back on her, walking forward as the tentacles dragged her behind him, effectively keeping her on a leash. The one around her neck tightened whenever she pulled back or away and slackened when she complied. The pincered tendrils released her arms while a number of other appendages hovered around her bare body, sneaking in with quick jolts and pokes to tease her aching sex, flick up against her clit or tweak at her perky nipples as she moved.

"No, I'm afraid you're right, you really don't have much choice in the matter. Though, to be frank, if you hadn't been so receptive, I might not have had this good a time and possibly would have just left you there on the table. But this," he stopped for another laugh as he removed a crumpled pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his jeans, flaring one to life and resting it in his beak, "I have a feeling this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship..."