Not hearing the door open under the noise of the illusionary students, Silvia slipped off her panties placing them on top of her school uniform and grabbing a towel, knowing she should shower before her next class. Not bothering to cover herself with the towel as she walked towards an open shower stall anyone looking could see her hips swaying gently as she walked, as her body was unknowingly teasing the yet unseen visitor.

His eyes had traced over her, following her movements as she approached the showers. Her body subconsciously swaying as his eyes regarded the movements of her naked body certainly enjoying what his eyes had been feasting upon.

Several thoughts had raced through his mind as to his best and worse approaches before settling on a decision. He waited for now until his ears had picked up the sound of the shower head coming to life. His legs cutting across the floor as he made way to the stalls his illusion peeling back as he did so, as he got within range of his tentacles should he elongate and stretch them.

The other students had vanished, his human appearance becoming more bestial as he had move. His mind reaching out as he sealed the door with his telekinesis ability as he exerted enough force on it to keep it closed just in case she managed to slip past him, sealing her into the locker room.

Stepping into a shower stall, hanging a towel just out of range of the water from the shower head, she turned the hot water on enjoying the feel of it washing over her body. With the roar of the shower head so close she could hear nothing else in what she thought was a crowded lockerroom. Grabbing the soap, she slowly lathered up her body, and as she was she felt an odd chill rack her body. Like someone is watching me she thought.

And indeed he was. His eyes smoothing over the flesh of her body as she had lathered herself up with soap, his eyes taking in every motion of her hands as they skimmed over her young body, mouth tentacles twitching and writhing in a mad dance. Already he could feel himself rising, his shaft engorging with blood beneath the mass of tentacles that had comprised of his legs.

So eager he had let his eyes slip down the expanse of her body then back up again like a slow caress, his own mind choosing then to dig deeply into her own as he searched for any past images he could use.

His body at the rear of the stall he had doubted very much that Silvia could pass him by. Even so he had chosen that moment to strike out, tentacles whizzing towards her arms as if to secure them in his grasp as he sought to loop and coil about her arms.

Busy as she was she didn't notice the tentacles wrapping around her arms until it was too late. Pulling her arms back, she was trapped and even unable to turn around and look at her assailant. Who's there? she asked as she stood under the hot spray of the shower head, the steam making it so she couldn't see even if she was able to turn around.

Had that been alarm that he heard inn her voice? He had thought so as the water pleasantly sprayed across his tentacles, the steam doing wonders for his eyes as he took her in. He answered her with his telepathic gifting as he reached out with his mind to brush against the surface thoughts there.

Aegir. Your fencing instructor.

His words seemed to explain who he had been, his mind reaching into her own as he toyed with the pleasure centers of her brain just as a tentacle wriggled against her sex flowing up and down like a brush stroke of an artist.

Another tentacle had fanned against her clit as his own hands flowed against her shoulders as they draped themselves over her shoulders then dipped down her back.

Gasping in shock, partially from the realization of who it was and partially from the feeling of rubbing against her sex, Silvia said still unaware that he was a monster due to the steam Why are you here? With another tentacle moving to fan against her clit, Silvia moaned gently as his hands draped over her shoulders tracing lines down her back.

Gliding down her naked body his eyes peeled down her, tentacles gripping her tight enough so she fcould not brake free of his grasp. His hands stoked back up her body, feather light as only the tips of her fingers had touched her,

As his hands crawled up her body they had rounded her sides taking a handful of her breasts within his palms, his hands pressing up against her mounds as he had felt the hot water rush over him, blood pulsed through him as he felt himself coming to life, his shaft hardening as he toyed with her luscious body.

He again spoke into her mind as a tentacle wrapped itself about her leg as he spread it apart his body sinking down causing his hands to slid down her chest while he virtually fell flat upon the floor of the shower. Water drenching him as he compressed his body enough to the floor to get at her.

Nice.

His mind lightly pressing into her own as he mapped out the neurons and pathways within it until he had found what he had been looking for. Her pleasure centers. He thrust against them the same time that he thrust his tongue forward into the crevice of her sex.

Struggling in the grasp of the tentacles holding her, doing no other good then to set her hips to swaying in front of the lecherous fencing teacher. As his hands explored her body, her hands mashing against her breasts which were firming in arousal under the expert stimulation.

With another tentacle spreading her legs apart and feeeling his hands hands slide down her body as he slid to the floor she quickly knew what he wanted, gasping in pleasure as his tongue plunged into her sex and seemingly lit the pleasure centers of her brain on fire.

Water now fell freely upon his face though he hadn't cared, his tongue working inside her pert body as it "devoured" her. The water had been ignored as it fell upon him as he had seemed to concentrate fully upon what he had been doing.

She had wriggled against his grasp which had only caused him to secure a tighter hold upon her, her erect nipples had fired through his mind as he had wondered to himself what color they were, a dusky red like a rose or perhaps a pink. He assumed that he could pull that information directly from her mind had he of really wanted to though for now he had focused entirely on her and her pleasure as he felt her coppery taste working down the expanse of his tongue, a tongue that had firmly lodged itself inside of her as he looked for her g-spot, questing for it as he began to spell out each letter of her alphabet.

He burbled, a muted groan against her body as he murmured against her body.

Aah...Aaah she moaned, the tongue roaming her folds finding her g-spot finally sending a shock of pleasure through her body. Enjoying herself now, she started pushing her hips down against the questing tongue wanting it further inside her as he continued attacking her spot.

He had no problem with complying as her hips moved down to engulf his tongue. His tongue elongating due to his natural affinity for elongating himself like a rubber band. Though once he realized that he had found her g-spot he let his tongue brush against it as water fell upon him from the shower head.

She had tasted divine against his questing tongue, his hands now falling to her hips where his fingers pressed against her flesh as he grasped her there primarily to keep his balance.

The elongated tongue continuing to brush her g-spot it wasn't long until an orgasm built itself in her loins. Soon enough, her body tensed and she moaned Aaaah...I'm cumming.

Aegir had thought of bringing things to an end, using his engorged shaft instead though he refrain as he realized how close she had been. He had wanted to taste her, feel her exploding about him. Even without her audible cues he would have known that she had been on the brink considering that he had been tapped into her mind.

His hands gripped her a little tighter as if they were holding he still, his tongue moving wildly about her core as he quested for what he had been after, a mouth tendril snaking out to stimulate her clit as it toyed with it, causing it to rub up against her.

As she rode out her climax the continuing pleasure from the questing tongue and the tendril stimulating her little clit made it seem to last for endless minutes. With each passing moment, her pleasured moans grew longer and more broken with lust.