Amelia was shaking from the sensations, she could feel things crawling all across her body.
She hated it, there was no pain no hurt, nothing but a refined and overwhelming pleasure wherever her bare skin made contact with the creatures.
And it was contacting everything...or so it felt.
She loved it all at the same time, it was so wrong so dirty so...good, it was the only word she could place, she could feel one of his tentacles was fondling her small breasts, and it felt so good... she wanted him to know she realized with horror.
She liked the way it toyed with her nether regions, she wanted him to continue she couldn't speak so she told him with her mind but she was screaming no at the same time, but more and more she wanted it, and she found herself saying no less and less. Through it all she was so confused so scared, the tears still streamed across her face.
She continued to suck the enormous member, she did it as he had suggested, using her tongue to stimulate the tip, and slowing her pace to alternating the pressure in her strokes, they came fewer but tighter she tried to focus as much on the technique as she could, better than lingering too long on what he was doing to her.
Amelia's attention was shattered though, when she felt a tentacle working it's way down from her hips and through the crack of her ass, she shuddered at the feeling like all the others it was alien and unfamiliar I felt good and it felt bad, but mostly she just wanted to know why it was there.

He let out a weird groan as his eyes draped closed ad his head tilted upwards. Tentacles coiled loosely about her wrists as he experience her touch and her tongue moving against him. He could feel the sensations coursing through her mind as she struggled against the responses that had come up there. He kept at her though as his tentacles played against her body.

She had felt good around him though her technique had not been the best she had been a fast learner it had seemed. But he had relinquished that feeling as he stepped backwards a pace, his cock popping free of her mouth with an audible pop that coursed through the air.

The tentacles about her wrists tightened before jerking her skyward, first to her feet then to dangle in the sky, a single tentacle still played with her clit, another still danced against her small breasts as they played against them.

He lowered her a bit while his body slithered back so that it had been beneath her.

Mm, yes, that felt good but why should I have all the fun? He lowered her so that his glistening member pressed against the slit of her sex, rubbing teasingly against it before slowly pushing against the folds of her body.

Amelia gave out a surprised yelp when her arms where lifted suddenly above her, and she struggled in his gasp when her feat left the ground. He was so strong, he had complete control and she felt fear gripping her when she realized his intention. Her lithe muscular form squirmed and struggled against his hold as it positioned itself below her elevated form, she closed her eyes tight and clenched her teeth, she had no doubts about how painful this would likely be. But when it came at last, and she felt the tip of his erection brush against her moist lips, all she could feel was the pleasure, it was so much better than the tentacles he had used to stimulate her before, it was huge it was whole.
The feeling made Amelia want to cry, but she found no more tears would come. So instead she begged.
“please no, you've already taken so much.”
She gazed pleadingly into his eyes. But the creature pressed into her slowly and she gasped, it felt so good she wanted to scream. So without thinking she did.

For a moment, just a moment, he had considered making a bargain with her. His mind ruffled through her own as it searched through her memories and thoughts finding nothing within that he had wanted at the moment, his lusts winning out as the tip of his body squeezed inside her.

So warm, she felt so good around him and had been glad that there had been nothing that he had wanted more than this. To think about giving this up had been appauling to think of given how good she felt around him.

His body contracted to make his job of pressing inside her easier. Like a rubber band he managed to compress himself as he made himself less thick than before. His mind flew through hers as he played with her pleasure centers dialing it up as he dialed down her pain response. He had not been overly cruel though he had not enjoyed being shot even if he had been capable of healing up the wounds it still hurt initially.

He practically purred out a groan as he slowly lowered her body over his awaiting one letting her dip down a few scant inches before pulling her back up only to repeat the process slowly at first.

His member was hot to the touch, but clammy too smooth and too alien and he could change it's size. It hurt so much when he entered her that she thought she was going to burst, her passage was was flowing with the juices of her body but, even adjusted to better fit her small frame it hurt so bad when he entered her, but she felt like it should have hurt more, and it felt great, wonderful sickeningly good she almost ground against it for more.
He had to be toying with her mind, she was revolted but at the same time wanted it so bad she found she could not speak. And then she realized her own thoughts had betrayed her, she was calling the thing a he now.
Her thoughts where shattered and interrupted when she felt the whole of her body being lowered onto his waiting member and could think of scarce else, the pain was unthinkable.
she struggled and squirmed trying to get free to no avail. The whole time watching her body engulf it's tip, slide down the shaft, and then recede back to the tip as he brought her back up and then down and ten up. It felt so good, so insanely good, she cursed him and begged for more without saying word. A look of utter hate and anger splayed across her face, but it broke whenever he entered her replaced by one disgust and overwhelming pleasure.

He drank in the mixture of her emotions that had coursed through her mind, his mind still playing with both her pleasure and pain receptors dialing the lower up while the later down. A tentacle still washed against her breasts while his own hands had fallen to her hips while a burbling sensation spilt from his lips, tendrils about his mouth squirming this way and that before he brought his mouth to the slender column of her neck lapping against it.

Another tentacle had draped itself over her hip, the tip of which slid through the crack of her ass as he played against her rear, the tentacle's tip flipping itself against her rear as it did so.

Her body still bobbing up and down his length with the subtle motions of the tentacles that had been secured around her wrists, his groans came out more frequently now as he continued. It had been quite clear that he had been enjoying himself basking in the tightness of her body that had been so snuggly wrapped about his frame as his length dipped into her.

Amelia cried out in terror and confusion as his mouth found it's way to her soft neck, she craned her chin and tried to force her face away from his to stay as far away as she could. the feeling was wet and warm and like every other thing this damn creature did to her it felt so much better than it should have. She was revolted but moaned in pleasure all the same.

What was it doing to her? Not even her mind was her own, and her body was betraying her at every turn, even the feel of the tentacle squirming towards her ass sent her reeling, she wanted it longed for it's slow approach to end, and through it all the constant pounding of his cock against her tender insides was threatening to tear her asunder, not physical but mentally, for the pain had all but disappeared replaced by even more unwanted pleasure.

She was so scared, she jammed her eyes shut and suffered through it, enjoying every moment. But it was coming she could feel it, she was very close to her climax she could feel it coming fast and she swore and cursed and screamed as it hit her.

Amongst her feeling and sensations had been his own as he too neared his release. He could feel the heat bubbling inside his appendage as his tentacle reached it's destination only to begin to lightly press into her rear.

Throughout this he pulled her up and away from him, his own cock throbbing, so close to feeling himself release inside her body, the tight walls coursing over him as they had generated friction against her. The feel had been incredible, her body against his own had been a delight though it was clear that he did not wish for things to end so soon.

Upwards he brought Amelia until his very body could slither underneath her lofty one. He lowered her a little, his tongue then snaked out of his mouth bathing her labia with his touch just prior to his tongue lightly pressing inside her, through her as he began with slow licks of her core as his tentacle pressed equally as slow into her backside, compressing itself so that he had been a better fit inside her.

She was still recovering, body gone stiff from the pleasure, she shook every few seconds from the intense spasms. and she was breathing loudly.
She cried out when she felt herself being pulled up and away from his hot member.
Her tortured lower passage was still sensitive and gaping, it was soaked and dripped her hot juices, but the pounding had stopped for a moment at least and Amelia let out a sigh of relief.
The sound had half cleared her throat when she felt the tentacle perched upon her backside slip slowly into her rear passage, it was wonderful, so tight and so hot, what the hell am I thinking?

And that wasn't all, her anal intruder was followed fast by a wet and wonderful feeling of something thin and delicate probing her lower lips once more, outside for a short moment, before sliding inside.

Confused and weak she tried to look down her tormentor. But she found she could not focus through the pleasure and craned her neck back again in a moan of joy as the thing in her backside continued it's slow advance.

Mm. she tasted as good as she looked. Her juices slipping out against his tongue as he lightly probed her with his tongue. He licked about her labia first then pushed his pink muscle into her flower, his ascent slow, just as slow as the tentacle in her rear.

To add to matters on of his mouth tendrils reached up to caress her clit. Two others had coiled beneath her legs as if to grant her support there though it had been clear that he had not needed to do this. Her movements stalled as his tentacles didn't lift her up and down any longer considering that she had been at the perfect height for what he had been doing.

You like? He asked as his tongue wiggled into her passage, his mind feeling the conflicted emotions that had been upon hers.

Amelia groaned and shuddered under his touch, she could feel his various unpleasant appendages forcing their way through her body. Forcing slowly, so tediously slow that she thought she might go mad. If she had not already she thought, when another surge of pleasure hit her, more pain than pleasure when she somehow knew the truth was not the same.

She was losing strength fast, she kicked and fought back against his grasp, but it was to no avail, the creature was too strong, and she was too weak. Too tired. The only resistance she could offer was a stubborn answer to the creatures question. “Fuck you!” she shouted, spitting the words into the sky. But she could feel her body betray her with a louder yes!

Amelia was moaning again, and the pain and pleasure spiking from her lower body was making it almost impossible to think clearly. It felt like he was all over her, slithering across her skin. She covered her breasts with both arms crossed and tried not to look down at the writing mass as it seemingly consumed her below the waist. “fuck you fuck you fuck you! Get out! Out!” she screamed and cried and begged to no avail. All the while she still didn't understand.
why? Why are you doing this to me? Why?


((sorry that took so long, I've only had little bursts of time to write in these last few days))

(no problem, I can be very patient )

His mouth tendrils curled up in a peculiar way representing a grin if she could read his expressions or had bothered to glance down. But he knew he thoughts and so the venom in her voice had been a front of sorts. But he had allowed her this front, he knew the truth of the matter, one of his mouth tendrils flexing out to touch against her clit, rubbing lightly against it, a tentacle still lightly pressing into her backside.

With his tongue now sliding into her sex he began to lick against the very walls of her passage gathering her taste onto his tongue.

[i[No,[/i] he said into her mind, I rather fuck you.

White eyes flicked up the expanse of her body though now she had used her arms as a shield to cover her breasts. Tentacles lifted up wrapping about her forearms and pulling them away from her chest. He could feel her resistance to this but be much stronger than she Aegir had been able to do so relatively easy. He could see her breasts as they came free, jiggling slightly as they did so. Another tentacle working to caress them, fanning his touch over her globes.

Why? She had questioned. That same question asked by the frog carrying the scorpion across the river that had stung it half way. It had been in his nature.

[color-#400000]Why? For several reasons. My kind no longer reproduce in this fashion and I happen to enjoy this. Human. Humanoid, those happen to be my favorites. It is quite the bonus that you happen to be a looker as well.[/color]

Amelia's short lived rebellion had earned her nothing. It was hard for her to submit, she was still a soldier and stubborn as well. even in defeat she tried to hold up some form of a fight. the fear of doing nothing was far worse, but she knew it was pointless.
I should have shot him, at least then i would have died with some dignity

Her tired flailing did nothing to disentangle her from it's grasp, and with each passing moment she was growing weaker and more desperate, slower and slower still. Until finally her struggling stopped altogether, she was panting, and covered in a thin sheet of sweat, she tried desperately to catch her breath in between tortured moans. if he, no, it had not been holding her so firmly by the wrists she knew she would collapse under her own weight.
Twice broken, both in body and mind. And she cursed herself again and again as the last bit of strength left her struggling limbs.
She wanted to curse him, to hit him, to spit in his face and scream, but she did nothing. There was no point his last rebuttal had smothered her resolve. All he, no, it wanted was it's sick twisted fun. He didn't need her as food. didn't touch her for spite or territory or anger. All he wanted her for was fun.
She was a toy, a plaything and she felt broken and used. Her own body was betraying her, and it begged for more, she found with to her horror she could no longer say no. She could already feel her body building again, it wouldn't be long now she could feel.

Reading her mind he absorbed her thoughts into his own, his tentacles tight against her wrists. Sure he could have dined on her if he had wanted but he did not desire to. And she had been right. His touch had not been one of spite or even that of an animal desiring to protect it's territory from encroachment by others.

The thought of her firing on him flickered through her mind as tentacles lifted her up and down his engorged length. It would have done you no good. Your weapon cannot kill me, only harm me. The best you could hope for would be to temporarily blind me until my sight returned through regeneration. But lets face it, with two shoots left you'd have to be a marksman to pull that off. Getting lucky once could happen, twice is severly unlikely. And we both know that you're not a marksman.

He had stated this into her mind as a matter of fact. Her projectile weapon was nothing to be feared by him other than a painful annoyance. But for now she had proven to be his plaything. He could feel her resistance within her growing colder and colder as he began to shatter it bit by bit. She was a soldier and thus conditioned in her resolve better than most, still it had not prevented him from chiseling away at the sculptor of stone that he had been constructing.

But think ... a few minutes of torture and you'd still be alive to improve yourself against future attacks made against you.

A tentacle still stroked lightly against her rear, another at her clit, he could feel her budding with pleasure again, his not far at hand as he felt the tight friction of her body against his own.

Survive to improve myself. A lesson, a learning experience in pain, in pleasure, in humility.
She hated him for it but the words made sense. Killing herself to save her pride would earn her nothing, at least this way she might survive.
She was breathing hard, panting and moaning shamelessly, the feelings from her lower passages where making it hard to focus, hard to breathe. It was building she knew, slowly at first, growing stronger and stronger.

Amelia's back arched back, and her body went stiff and rigid. her orgasm was sudden and powerful, she cried out wordlessly, long and loud. It felt like a Wave of pleasure was washing over her, over and over it came, subsiding then growing again, the feeling was incredible. She could feel a wash of fluids flowing from deep insider her. All of it felt so good so right so hot. In the wake of her climax she felt drained, she had never felt so alive, she thought. But then she had never felt so tired either, her limbs where starting to grow limp and soft in place of rigid and hard.