Of course, what he spoke of... the game, the challenge, was not the fun he was interested in. Not before, not right now. But those were things that Noel would have to wait to discover...

"What do I want?" The question was phrased to the open air as he reflected upon it. His head, at least, pulled away from her aching nubs and quivering teats. His hands, though, never left her breasts... constantly, they tugged and squeezed at her titflesh, and rolled about her nipples.

"From you? I suppose I want you... to enjoy yourself, for starters" He grinned, though there was a glint of mischief in his eyes. Given what he was doing to her unfulfilled, needing body, it was no real surprise... he seemed to enjoy her struggle of emotions, watching her expression attentively.

A shock of air brushed over her neck and shoulder as he leaned in to whisper. "There IS more to it than that... but it would be terribly unfair to spring that on you now. Wouldn't it? I suppose if you must know..." His face slid back into a more anticipatory grin, and he winked at her. "You can always try to earn that information."

Finally, she felt something sliding up her thighs. A tentacle teased past her knee, caressing along her inner thigh... and brushed around her sex. Spiraling inwards, slowly searching, then stroking her sex gently.

"Since I won our game of hide and seek, though... you have a penalty to face. I really am sorry for that." He was not sorry at all, the bastard. His human features seemed to mock her, and the way his hands incessantly worked on her bouncy, full breasts, it almost made her feel like she was captive of a brat of a man... and not a whimsical monster.

It took all of Noel's remaining will power to keep her mind focused on the monster's conversational words. A deep pink blush colored her beautiful face and her chest rose and fell heavily with her labored breathing. She trembled from the intense effort she expended to keep a hold on her last threads of self control.

"You...You know what I'd enjoy?" She asked, barely able to force out the words between her near constant moans and whimpers. "I'd enjoy being set free and left alone!"

She no longer entertained even the slightest hope that she would escape this situation, but her pride would never let her admit defeat.

When he whispered in her ear a shiver ran down her spine and a bright spark of curiosity took hold in the back of her mind. She might have tried to pursue the topic had the tentacle sliding up her silky thigh not reached her dripping wet sex before even the first syllable passed her lips.

She couldn't help but cry out as the thick, blunt appendage stroked her slick pussy lips. She wasn't sure how long he'd been tormenting her, but it felt as if the carnal torment had gone on for hours. Electricity raced through her body as the tentacle teased her and without her consent her hips began to rock up and down gently in response to the soft touches, aching for something more substantial.

"No, no, no...!" She gasped, the words seemingly directed as much to herself as they were to the monster.

A dark chuckle escaped him, and his hands reluctantly slipped free of her full and bouncy bosom. More tentacles were beginning to crawl over her body, sliding past her legs. Encircling her full mounds, tightening around the fleshy globes and squeezing them just enough to pleasure and ache.

"Yes?" He laughed lightly. "Well, I imagine you would enjoy that! But if you really want that... you have to try for it, and think a little more." He tsks in amusement... and the tentacle between her thighs rubbed against her sex more ardently, firmly...

"Yes... yes. Prepare yourself..." He added quietly, smiling at her as the tentacle finished its endless teasing and began to force itself inch by inch into her velvetly folds...

“Nooooo…!” Noel cried, but the plea was as much a moan as it was a scream. The thick tentacle stretched the walls of her tight little cunt as it forced its way inside, but the helpless girl was so aroused by this point that her copious juices made its entrance much easier. She tried to squeeze her slender thighs closed but the writhing white tentacle seemed to be made of pure muscle and it continued to relentlessly plunge deeper and deeper into her hot, wet depths.

Her slender fingers clutched at the silky bedcovers beneath her as Noel threw her head back, arching her entire body higher and higher as each new inch of the tentacle entered her. “Please…god, please stop!!” she begged.

Her muscles clenched tightly at the invasive tentacle however, and it’s counterparts that tormented her soft, supple breasts continued to add their own stimulation to her body’s flood of sensations

It was slowly spearing her, twisting and worming as it made its way into her tight, wet tunnel. The tentacles on her mounds slowly squeezed, tightening around them and pulling ruthlessly on her jutting peaks. They were just manhandling her breasts enough to be pleasurable without hurting too much. Across her soft skin, she could feel flimsy, gentle scales rasp.

He did not stop... certainly not. Watching the way her fingers clutched and pulled at her bedcovers, watching her body arch and her head throw back. Her passion was... exciting, invigorating. Her panting and gasping only encouraged him on... "We will not be stopping... not any time soon. Here..."

A second slender tip of a tentacle traced across her sexlips as they clenched the other tentacle tightly. It moved up to stroke her nub... then began to push under it, and below. A second invasion parallel to the first...

Tears streamed from the corners of Noel’s tightly closed eyes. Her lovely face was flushed, her cheeks bright pink from lust and humiliation. Her heart pounded within her chest; she half expected to hear the rapid, rhythmic pounding it was so powerful. Her pleas were largely incomprehensible now, only the occasional “please” or “no!” understandable amidst the screams and moans.
Her arching back thrust her succulent breasts up into the tentacles’ grasp, her body rising and falling slightly in rhythm with their squeezes. With her eyes closed, she could almost imagine that it wasn’t an inhuman beast ravaging her helpless body, but group of men. It was a secret shame of hers that she often fantasized about being taken in such a fashion, despite the fact that she knew first hand how terrible it was. Her mental illusion couldn’t take hold though; the scaly texture and the thick, snakelike tentacles could never belong to any human.
Still, despite her protests she was clearly deeply aroused. Her slick juices dripped down her silky thighs, overflowing as Ico’s tentacle filled her to the hilt. It stretched her tight little cunt but she almost, almost wanted more.
As the second tentacle began to teasingly stroke the lips of her tight, wet pussy she immediately regretted the thought. For an achingly long time it merely teased her sensitive flesh, manipulating her hypersensitive clit, causing her to squeal with pleasure. Her fears were confirmed though, as all too soon it slipped down and began to force its way into her. She moaned as it slowly penetrated her along with the first, her body shuddering with lust. None of the creatures on the island, nor her more human tormentors had ever penetrated her twice at once. She wanted to beg, plead for him to stop, but something about the unnatural invasion felt…amazing. She opened her mouth, but all she could do was moan.

His head slowly tilted to one side, listing as if a great weight was pulling it over. His face twitched in something like a grin... something. His senses, even as weak as they were, picked up... something. He was not sure what it was... but something had ran through her psyche, some place she tried to lose herself in.

But it was not some shelter, not some place to bury her mind and protect her body. That much, he was sure. By the way he read her expressions, her emotions, her surging desires and hormones. It was a secret, a shame, a desire she could not share.

And now... he was... very curious. Slowly, that second tentacle began to push into her. Done with merely teasing her clitoris, it began to force itself into her folds, spreading out the poor woman and invading her depths alongside the other! A new experience, a shocking pleasure surprising her and shaking her oversexed body.

His grin widened a touch, and he leaned over her. An even more interesting reaction... she seemed to like it. She seemed to be surprised by it. Why was that? "Surprised...? You seem to be enjoying this though..." A hand slowly teased over her breasts, tracing with his fingers lightly. "So I will give you more... lots more... if you whisper to me a secret of yours..."

When her tormentor leaned over her writhing, straining torso Noel's eyes fluttered open. The vivid green orbs locked onto Ico's gaze as he spoke; a fiery spark of anger, hatred even, still burned within their depths but her expression was hazy and unfocused thanks to the lust that permeated every fiber of her being. He could see her resolve wavering, hear the conflict in her voice in each moan and whimper that slipped through her parted lips. Her chest rose and fell in time with her heavy breathing, her soft breasts and stiff pink nipples pressing against his chest at the apex of each breath.

She struggled internally, fought with every ounce of resolve in her body but he had already worn her down so far that the helpless student had never had a chance. The thick, hard shaft already inside of her throbbed as it's twin forced it's way into Noel's tightly-stretched cunt. It was too much for the girl. It was as if the most terrifying aspects of all her darkest fantasies had fallen upon her at once. It pained her to acknowledge it, but she knew she was at his mercy.

She parted soft, full lips to answer but as she went to speak the second tentacle assaulting her pussy arched up to grind it's scaly surface against her clitoris and all that escaped her mouth was a throaty moan. Unable to speak she turned her lovely face to the side and slowly drug her arm across the rumpled bedsheets to point down below, to the spot under her bed where she hid her little collection of smut, the stories and manga depicting things shockingly like the torments being visited upon her helpless body this very moment. It was her deepest, darkest secret, possibly the only one she really cared to keep hidden but she revealed it to him,

Icosagon savored her look of anger on her face, her rage and resistance. But now she was being truly fucked, twin tentacles raping her sex wide open... he was hungry, needing to push her to the limits of pleasure and sanity. Slowly, her shapely tits were teased, fingers tracing circles over her quivering flesh. Still, her breasts were squeezed, slowly molested, milked, as if they could give up such treasures.<br>
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Watching her moan, groan, and react to her torments, Icosagon grinned in delight. Something deep and primal overtook her... and she gestured to her hidden collection. Reaching down slowly, he let the tentacles continue to deeply fuck and abuse the students' shapely body as he dug out her dark, dirty secret.<br>
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And now, her shame was coming to light. Her moans like music to his ears, he began to fuck her in faster, driving her to louder cries as he examined her smut. "Oh... these are nice. Very nice... do you have any requests?" He whispers lowly, raising up one page depicting the deflowering of a particularly sexy girl. At his taunting, he drew out his thrusts more slowly, squirming the tentacle from side to side.