She jerked slightly as she felt something touch her mind, and looked around, losing sight of the pick "God, I know it was here." She gasps, falling to her knees and searching with her hands, not able to see it, but the undergrowth wasn't the best here, all wild. She heard, or felt, a voice, and stiffened, looking around. Was it the creature she'd just tried to mame? She renewed her search, praying she would find the pick again before she was attacked again.

He had plucked the pick up from the ground, his tentacle coiling around the bloody instrument before he had pulled away the veil of invisibility on it, his gaze then turning to the girl.

Yes, it is I that speak to you now.

Other limbs streaked back towards her now that the improvised weapon no longer had to be worried about.
He sought to restrain her once more before she had gotten too far from him knowing that his slowness of body had been a big weakness.

Mariah heard the thing pick up something, and saw the pick in its grasp. She jerked back, her eyes wide, then met the creatures' gaze head on. Hearing it talk, she jerked again, moving back as quick as she could, feeling the slimy tentacles on her legs, she tried to pull back, not wanting to get trapped by this creature, having a feeling, already, that it was a force not to be reckoned with. She fell to the ground as she struggled.

At first he had cursed his luck. His slow speed had been a weakness that would cost him his prize if she should thwart his numerous talents. But then se stumbled and fell prone. He hadn't been sure if she tripped over a tree root or what as she back up from him though he didn't question why she fell he had simply taken advantage of it, his body lurching inwards as tentacles seamed to stretch out like rubber bands in order to reach her. Yet he had calculated failure and what he should do if this had been the case. Cautious as always he liked to think a move or two ahead of those he squared off against to gain a small edge over those that he had dealt with.

She fought to get back to her feet, but the uneven ground proved it difficult. She winced as her head bumped into a tree, rubbing her head, but she quickly used the tree to gain leverage, and would start to stand up, watching the thing that was moving ever closer to her, seeing the tendrils reach out like elastic bands to grasp her. She tried to move back, forgetting the tree was there, and she found herself not able to move. She stumbled to the side as she tried to move away.

Here efforts had been in vein as she stumbled into the tree behind her, tentacles reaching out to coil about her wrists and ankles, others streaking towards her top as it gripped it, bunching up the fabric in the tentacle itself pulling against the fabric as he heard it rip as he pulled against it, revealing her bra.

Another tentacle had streamed towards her pants to do the same, the sounds of ripping cloth had been like music to his ears.

Mariah felt the tentacles coiling around her wrists and ankles, making her struggle futilely, but she tried nevertheless. Seeing more tentacles speeding towards her, she tried to fight, to pull away, but found it difficult, even with her strength from climbing and hiking. She felt her hiking top being gripped and pulled from her, shivering in the sudden chill that hit her skin. She barely had time to react as her pants were pulled from her in the same manner as her top, revealing her modest panties. She felt her hair around her shoulders as she tried to pull free of her assailant, though she couldn't see the body of it yet.

He could feel her tug against his restraining tentacles though there was no give in them. He let her expend her energy as she fought against him, his eyes pooling over her curves as another tentacle worked its way between her breasts grasping at her bra and divesting it from her with a single tug. His mind already reaching out telekinetically to rub against the breasts that had been unbound to his sight, hands streaking up her body painfully slow as mauve fingers caressed her smooth body.

She continued to try and fight, not wanting to give up, though she could tell that it was becoming more and more difficult as the tentacles held her in place, seeing another reach up and tug at her bra, gasping in shock as the bra was pulled from her. She felt her breasts fall free, not overly big, but the envy of many girls back home. She felt something caress her breasts, though she couldn't see it, and, without wanting to, she moaned slightly, her body shuddering as the hands moved up her body, caressing her. "Who... who's there?" She whispers.

I, Aegir, He spoke into her mind telepathically, tentacles working to secure a hold upon her as his eyes had been distracted by the way of her breasts that had bounced a few times before his eyes. He had caressed her breasts with his invisible touch that moved against her, other tentacles moving towards her now that he had some sort of hold upon her. Others had entwined about her chest, spiraling about her chest while others reached out to secure a hold against her ankles.

She heard his name in her mind, and it made no sense to her. Aegir? What kind of name was that, she wondered. But the thoughts were cut off as she felt her breasts continue to be caressed, though she still couldn't see anything. She struggled again, feeling more tentacles now move about her, feeling them secure her ankles and legs, and she tried to buck, to twist out of the grasp holding her, wishing she could get away. "Oh, God!" She exclaimed, eyes searching for something that could be used as a weapon, her hand reaching for a branch on the tree, trying to break it off to try to stab the things holding her.

She struggled frantically in his grasp, eyes flickering up to branches as she had thought of it. He gave her a tug, hoping to unbalance her and prevent her from acquiring any sort of weapon against him. His mouth tendrils twitched and quivered excitedly as secured a hold upon her, trying his best to soft her fall to the ground since he had been determined not to let her get a hold of another weapon.

Her fingers had barely brushed the branch she was reaching for when she felt a tug, and found herself toppling to the side, unable to balance herself, she cried out in shock, though she felt him secure his hold around her and stopped her from falling hard to the ground. She tried to struggle though as she hit the ground, however softly, as she was terrified to think what was coming up, her breasts flattening slightly as she lay prone. "Where are you?" She cries, wanting to see her assailant, but also not wanting to. She fought again, eyes darting around, but she couldn't see anything that could be used as a weapon.

He had chosen then to reveal himself, his eyes gazing down upon her as his tentacles began to crawl over her. His mouth tendrils twitched excitedly, her breasts flattening out as she laid before him with his shadow stretching over her.

Hands slide down to her breasts cupping them in his hands as he took them up in his grasp. Their feel smooth touch caressed his palms as he gripped her lightly, white eyes looking upon the soft features of her face as he had planned out his next move.

She saw Aegir, and let out a scream that would've put the most famous horror film stars to shame. She felt her skin crawl as the tentacles crawled over her, her stomach heaving as she felt hands over her breasts, trying to struggle, to turn her body, to do whatever she could to get away from this creature, her eyes wide as she felt the smooth caressing of her breasts.
"Please... please leave me alone" She begs.