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Howl of the Pack (dominant_minded & DarknessEmbraced666)

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He sniffed the air and leaned down, growling to his brethren. They spoke in body language and quiet noises, analyzing the scents together. Close, he thought, very close. He looked for tracks. One of the wolves trotted out from the treeline for a moment, and then looked back at him. Yes, definitely a trail. And suddenly he was running. They all were. The hunt in full sway.

They had been feeding on a deer that they had taken down about 4:00 a.m. when he caught the scent of perfume. The reaction was instantaneous. They followed him obediently as he left the kill, though there were a few whimpers of complaint. That was over an hour ago. The sun wasn't up yet, but it would be soon. They turned sharply, keeping inside the treeline as they ran almost silently through the brush. In less than 15 minutes they were so close that he could hear her footsteps. They seemed oddly noisy, though she wasn't being loud... for a normal human.

The pack slowed and neared the edges of the trees. From the shadows he looked down the hill to the trail below. There she was, the source of the scent. The first thing he noticed was her deeply red hair. His teeth bared and he growled low in his throat. The pack understood what they were to do without even being told. They split into two groups, one heading off along the tree line to a spot where they could block the path in front of her when they revealed themselves. The other, ready to block the way back that she had come from. When both groups were ready, he let out a howl. They slowly walked out from the trees, starting to surround her.
 
On a slightly over grown path was a young woman. She was carefully moving along the path in search of the main trail that would take her back to the camp sites where she was staying. The woman was barely older then 22 years of age and she was a beautiful woman with long wavey deep, almost blood red silky locks of hair that reached just past her shoulderblades.

As she moved along the path, she would hear or see bushes rustling somewhere nearby and she would pause before continueing. But this time she was highly cautious of everything around her. Then she heard exactly what she was hoping not to. A loud howl rang through out the trees and she froze, looking around quickly.

The redhear turned to run back the way she came when she saw shapes slowly emerging from the trees around her and her heart began beating quickly with fear.

(sorry so short. I really gotta go. Promise to make longer and better posts later tonight after I get some sleep.)
 
(np, I'll add a little bit to it here and then you can jump back in when you're rested =) )

He grinned from his vantage point. She had just seen the first of his brethren and frozen in her spot. She was gorgeous and he instantly started to feel his heart rate climb. He had trouble not drooling as he watched them close on her. Soon she'd turn around to flee and find more of them behind her. He'd let them corral her. He could be patient, though it took all of his restraint and concentration.

Would she run? Not that it would help, but it might be amusing. He let out a low growl, reminding the others of his presence. They had a deep understanding and each of them new that she wasn't to be... damaged. Just taken down and convinced to stay still. Then he'd reveal himself. He could see the sunlight start to creep across the land below him; she was still a good way from its edges.
 
She watched with wide eyes as the wolves slowly moved onto the path ahead of her and she slowly began to move backwards away from them as her breathing quickened a bit. The woman moved a little faster backwards before finally turning and beginning to run away from the wolves but she hadn't gone more then five steps before she saw more wolves behind her and she stopped. Her eyes were filled with fear, the light green orbs slowly moving over the wolves that were surrounding her. She had no where to run except to the side and into the bushes, but she doubted she would be able to get very far before they caught her.

Swallowing softly, she began to wring her hands with worry. How was she going to get out of this one? As the wolves began to close in slowly, she began trembling a little and she moved towards the edge of the path. She quickly made up her mind and turned, darting off the path and into the underbrush, hoping to at least reach a tree that she could climb.

As she began moving through the bushes away from the trail, thorned vines caught on the smooth skin of her long legs and scratched her, making her wish that she had worn pants instead of her hiking shorts that only reached a little higher then her mid-thigh and a tank top.
 
No sooner had she broken into a run than the entire pack was in pursuit. Their growls and loud huffing trying to drive her. He watched as she moved into the brush with difficulty, smiling as his brethren moved in on her. They were disciplined. One of them closed on her, but instead of jumping on her back and biting into her neck, he nipped quickly at one of her retreating heels, tripping her.

In a flash, the efficient pack, which was far more suited to moving through the woods than she was, had her once again surrounded. They all growled low, trying to keep her at bay. They only barked and snapped at her when she tried to make a move. If she lay still, they simply kept their distance, keeping a ring formation around her.

He started to move towards the scene, covering the 100 feet or so quietly. His brain was awash with the wolf hormones that ran through his blood, but there was enough human in his thought to keep him moving slowly and grinning. He emerged from the shadows, showing himself to her. His golden colored eyes flashed at her, and he subconsciously licked his lips. He didn't speak, his clothes were tattered, and there was something odd about the coloring of his skin, but at least he looked a bit like a human. He moved, barefooted, towards her. The ring of wolves opened to let him pass.
 
She heard the wolves chasing after her as she ran through the underbrush and weaved in and out of the trees. She could hear their growls and huffs behind her as they followed her. The woman could tell that one was getting closer and then she felt it nip at her heels, making her stumble and fall onto the ground. As they surrounded her, she laid there sprawled out on the ground, softly groaning.

Each time she moved a little, she could hear them bark and snap their teeth at her, making her yelp softly and flinch slightly. Her long dark hair fell in her face and over her shoulders in a messy mane of shining silky locks.

When they didn't attack her, she slowly lifted her head to look up at the wolves. She was breathing heavily from running. As she laid there, she began to become uneasy from how the wolves were just standing there. Seeing a flash of movement from the corner of her eyes, she looked up with a soft gasp and watch a man approaching her and her green eyes widened with fear. Something about him terrorfied her.
 
He didn't speak. Speech didn't come without concentration for him anymore anyway. He stepped closer to her, inside the ring of watchful wolves. He sniffed the air several times, inhaling her scent. It was intoxicating and he could feel it filling his nose and then pumping through his veins. He took off his ripped shirt and threw it down beside her. His chest looked normal enough, except for the coloring of his skin and the minor cuts and bite marks that were all over it. Then something moved behind him. It looked strange, like a snake of some sort. Suddenly there were a dozen of them, emerging over his shoulders and turning towards her as if they were looking at her. Then it became clear, these things were attached to him somehow!

He grinned, showing pearly white teeth with overly developed canines, and the tendrils suddenly rushed forward towards her. One wrapped around her waist, starting to lift her from the ground. Others fought to curl around her wrists and ankles, restraining her from fighting too much. These... tentacles were amazingly muscular and strong. They lifted her into the air and pulled her close to their master. He licked her cheek lewdly and his golden eyes flashed with lust. His hands moved straight up to her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing them through her shirt and bra. He growled with delight at her, and a huge bulge started to form in the threadbare pants he was wearing, which strained to keep it inside. As he became excited, the scent of a chemical signal never before known on earth began to rise from his pores. A product of his genes and the wolf's, the pheromone was altogether unique, and though humans weren't generally all that affected by pheromones, this one was potent.
 
She watched him move closer and closer to her. The woman was unable to move, her eyes wide with fear and as he sniffed the air, she shuddered. She could only guess why he was doing it and when the shirt was thrown down next to her, she flinched away from him before looking up at him again. With his shirt of, looking at him just scared her more and when she saw something moving behind him, she finally began moving and she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees as more of the strange appendages appeared around him and she shook her head while beginning to move back from him.

She was only able to move about a foot back from him before the tendrils rushed towards her. As one wrapped around her tiny waist and lifted her, she cried out and began hitting it before she felt others curl around her ankles and wrists. "No!" she screamed, struggling with the tentacles that wrapped around her wrists. After a moment she noticed that she was getting closer to the strange man and she made a sound of disgust when he licked her cheek before shaking her head. Noticing the lust in his strange golden eyes then felt his hands on her breasts, she closed her eyes tightly while shaking her head again.

His growl made her tremble with fear and she slowly opened her eyes to look up into his eyes. Then she caught a strange scent. At first it was just a slight wiff of a scent, something that could of come from something else but as it got stronger, she knew that it was coming from the man that was holding her and touching her.
 
He let out a groan which, had it not sounded so inhuman, would have passed for a signal of lust from a lover. Suddenly, she saw another tentacle shoot beneath her and soon felt it touching her on the small of the back. It wriggled downwards, trying to work itself into the waistband of her shorts. The belt on these proved to be too tight and he reached down, grunting in frustration, and quickly unbuckled the belt and pulled so hard on the front of her shorts that the zipper broke. With this loosening of the resistance, the tentacle shot into the back of her shorts and wriggled under the waistband of her panties, sliding between her ass cheeks before sliding between the lips of her vulva. It began to pulse against her sex, rubbing back and forth along her slit and clitoris.

He smiled and looked her in the face, lust written all over his features. He let out animalistic grunts and returned to using his hands to play roughly with her breasts. The tentacles holding her wrists began to pull them behind her, pulling her shoulders back to make her tits stand out more. The tentacles on her ankles started to climb up her legs, wrapping around them as they went. His head tossed back and he let out a moan of excitement that was something close to a howl. The scent was practically pouring from him now.
 
Seeing the tentacle shoot beneath her, she began panicing even more until she felt it against the small of her back and she began squirming as a grimace formed on her face. "S-stop!" she cried out the moment it began trying to work its way into her shorts, glad that she had pulled it so tight that morning. She hunched her back and wiggled when he reached for the buckle of her belt, trying to stop him but it was no use. Within seconds he had the belt open and with a squeak of pain from her, he had the front of the shorts open. A moment later she felt the tentacle enter her shorts and the waistband of her panties. The red head felt it as it slid between her ass cheeks then the soft lips of her vulva, making her tense in shock before gasping the moment it began rubbing her slit and clitoris. "Stop!" she cried out again.

A sound of pain escaped her lips when he began playing with her breasts roughly once again and she gritted her teeth when he pulled her arms back behind her, making her back arch and her breasts jutted out for him. The woman knew that this man... this thing, was going to use her body for its pleasure and it caused her to want to cry and be sick all at the same time.
 
The wolves around them had backed off some. A few of them seemed to pace back and forth, agitated by the raw lust coming off their leader, but they kept their distance for now.

He heard her cries of stop and they seemed to wash over his brain slowly. He let go of her breasts, but only to reach down and yank her shirt up her body, exposing her bra. "No," he answered clearly, though in a raspy voice laden with deep seeded . He tugged hard on the cups and one of the straps broke, the other protested and stretched as the breasts they covered were forced into the open air. The tentacles lifted her higher, bringing her breasts right up to his face. For a moment he buried his head between them and growled against her chest in crazed desire. She felt his tongue press against her skin and lick along the underside of her tit, running along until it was teasing the edge of her aureole. He paused for a moment to grin at her, then sucked her entire nipple, and a great deal of her breast, into his mouth, biting, nibbling, licking and sucking alternately.

The tentacles around her wrists began to move, one wound around both of her wrists, locking them together, while the other slid free. It snaked around her body, running along her stomach and teasing her belly button before slowly climbing up and winding like a a tendril of a vine around her free breast, the tip finding her nipple and rubbing it in small circles. The entire tentacle began to flex rhythmically in time with the pulsing of its sibling that was attending to her clit, squeezing her breast roughly.
 
A deep blush filled her cheeks when hs yanked her thin shirt up, hearing the fabric stretch before some of it was ripped and her simple white bra was exposed to him. Her eyes widened after he told her no and she tugged at the tentacles around her wrists even though her arms were pulled back behind her. Feeling him grab the cups of her bra, she gasped as he tugged on it and she yelped when one of the straps snapped and it left a bright red mark on her shoulder, the bra digging into her sides as he tugged on it. The girl gritted her teeth as the blush on her cheeks darkened when her large breasts bounced free of her bra, her pale pink nipples hardening as the cool morning air touched them.

Swallowing softly, she curled her small hands into fists as she hung there helplessly. Then she felt him lifting her up higher and she felt his face buried between her large, firm but soft breasts. When he licked her breast, she gasped and her eyes snapped open, looking down to see him suckling, licking, nibbling and biting her nipple. Even though she didn't want what he was doing, her body began to respond to what he was doing, tiny jolts of pleasure rushing through her.

A soft grunt escaped her lips when her wrists were locked together behind her and she glared weakly down at him as the tentacle wrapped aorund her and teased her belly button before it wrapped around her free breast. She gasped and cried out as it began squeezing her breast while rubbing her nipple in small circles. She could feel more waves of unwanted pleasure rushing through her slender body as the tentacle between her thighs rubbed her clit.
 
Her grunts excited him further. Without even thinking about it, he began to draw her closer with his various holds on he, pulling her crotch slowly against his hips until he was rubbing his unnatural bulge against the front of her shorts. It added even more pressure to the areas that the tentacle in her panties was teasing. The pheromones were starting to get to the wolves' sensitive noses, more of them were pacing now. He noticed their agitated behavior and let go of her nipple. He growled angrily at the pack, causing them to shy away. Then he turned towards her and grabbed her, pulling her shoulder hard to his mouth and biting down around her shoulder and collarbone. His sharp canines broke the skin in several places as he snarled, marking her as his mate.

He pulled back and growled at them again, her blood fresh on his lips. When he turned back to her, he noticed the breast he had suckled on bouncing free with the pulsing rubbing motion of his tentacles. He reached out and lifted it, noting its weight. It was interesting, how his lusts and desires kept shifting from wolf to human and back again. He ran his thumb lightly, teasingly over her nipple. Letting his fingers close on the nub, he gently pinched it and tugged on it. His hand was strangely gentle this time, in contrast to what his tentacles were still doing.
 
She didn't notice him pulling her closer to him until she felt the bulge in his pants against her and she tensed in his hold as he rubbed himself against her. A weak gasp escaped her as the tentacle that was teasing her clit was pressed firmer against her and she gasped before beginning to tremble a little with a weak whimper. She was beginning to get wet as he rubbed against her, the girl softly whimpering and a light moan was forced out of her. The pheremones coming from him were finally starting to get to her as the scent of her own arousal began to fill the air around them.

When he released her nipple, she whined softly and squirmed a little before gasping as he growled at the wolves around them but then he brabbed her and bit her shoulder and collarbone hard. The woman threw her head back with a scream of pain and tears rolled down her cheeks, a soft sob escaping her lips. She could feel trails of hot blood running down her shoulder and along her breast.

She wanted to pull away from him when he reached out and began playing with her breast. But this time he was being gentle with her. Gently pinching and tugging on her hard sensative nipple, each tug forcing a whimper or a moan from her.
 
His lips curled back over his teeth in something resembling a smile, lust swirling across his striking, though somewhat peculiar, features. He could feel the moisture starting to ooze from her body onto his tentacle. He sniffed the air with his sensitive nose and let out a low growl of excitement. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating. It seemed to him to be surrounding her. A wild look crossed his gold eyes. The tentacle toying with her sex pressed away from her now, pressing against her panties and shorts, urging them downwards. His free hand became restless and grabbed the waistband of her shorts, helping the tentacle strip her modesty from her. When he caught sight of the first wisps of red hair adorning her sex, the shade almost perfectly matching the locks of her hair, he let out a howl. Veins in the tentacles wrapped around her began to throb with increasing vigor as his pulse sped in response to this sight. His human voice and mind came back to him. "So your cuffs match your collar?" he asked in a raspy voice, laden with desire and the thrill of this discovery.

He tugged her shorts and panties down her legs, pausing just for a moment to allow his tentacles to tug off her shoes before pulling her abused hiking shorts off completely and tossed them into the grass. In a blur of motion, the tentacle that stripped her was back at her sex, rubbing back and forth on her slit, spreading her liquid lubrication over her clit and labia.
 
Her face was bright red from both her arousal and embarassment as the tentacles continued to tease her body. The moisture from between her legs was beginning to coat the tentacle rubbing her slit. Closing her eyes, she turned her face away from him as a whimper escaped her lips. A moment later her shorts and panties were being pulled away from her and she blushed even more as both the tentacle and his hand pulled her bottoms down. As her sex was bared to him, she gritted her teeth and tried to close her legs. When he howled, she shuddered and felt the tentacles throbbing against her skin even more but then he spoke and she looked up at him. She noticed him looking at her bared and glistening sex. "N-no! Please, d-don't look." she pleaded.

The red hair that adorned her sex was trimmed and neatly groomed, but his words embarassed her more then being bare. She soon found her without her shoes or her socks, which came off with the shoes, and her shorts and panties soon joined her hiking boots on the ground. All she had on now was her shirt which was pushed up over her breasts and her torn bra. She then felt the tentacles back at her sex, rubbing her slit, clit and labia. Trembling a little, she weakly whimpered as her arousal got stronger and she got wetter.
 
He found his voice getting stronger, and the words seemed easier to find, the lusty desires seeming to sharpen his mind rather than dull it. "I'm afraid I can't resist looking, my lovely." The tentacles pulled her upwards again and pulled on her thighs urging them open. It wasn't hard to figure out what he was doing, the tentacles pulled her up in front of his face until her naked vulva was mere inches from his hungry eyes, her legs lewdly spread around his head. His breath fell hot across her labia as the single tentacle continued to tease and violate her sensitive sex. The delicate curl of red didn't provide her an ounce of modesty. There was a small rush of air as he inhaled deeply the aroma of her obvious arousal.

He looked up from her exposed slit to stare into her eyes and smile at her for a moment, then leaned forward. The tentacle moved to let his fingers and mouth have access to her slick folds. He sucked her clit into his mouth and began to dance his tongue across it, moaning and sending little vibrations into her as he did so. His fingers slowly snaked up beneath his chin, pulling her open. The tentacle that moved away made it's presence known again, starting to slowly probe the newly opened flesh. But as the tip of the tentacle slid into her, his head suddenly jerked up. He had felt the resistance of her maidenhead, and a human bit of reasoning shot across his mind. "You're a virgin, my dear?" he asked with shock in his eyes, an almost imperceptible note of reservation crossing into his speech.
 
She shook her head quickly as he began pulling her upwards and the tentacles pulled her thighs apart though she fought against it as best she could. The girls face, neck and chest burned with her blush as she was lifted so her body was lifted so her naked sex was infront of his face and she closed her eyes with a soft whimper. She could feel his hot breath wash over her sensative flesh and she swallowed with a little difficulty before hearing him inhale deeply and she gritted her teeth.

The woman felt his gaze upon her and she couldn't help but to look down at him as he stared up into her eyes. She watched with terror and shock as he moved the tentacle and replaced it with his mouth. Gasping, she felt him suck her clit into his mouth before running his tongue across it while he moaned. She little vibrations and the new sensation of his licking her clit made the redhead arch her back a little with a soft cry and a moan, her long legs trembling a little. But the moment she felt him pull her open with his fingers, her eyes widened as she made a sound of protest as he teased her opening with his tentacle. "N-no. No no no." she whimpered. "Please don't."

She was pleading as the tentacle slid into her a little and tears filled her eyes again. She never thought that she would loose her virginity like this. Suddenly he jerked his head up, taking her by surprise and she looked down into his eyes as he spoke again and she nodded with a soft sob. "Y-yes." she said with a sniffle. "I am."
 
The words hit him harder than he let on. He could see her blushing brightly, embarrassed and scared beyond measure as this was not only a frightening situation for her but also obviously her first time facing anything sexual. A small growl rumbled deep in his throat as he looked over her. Every instinct in his entire body screamed need and desire, he felt like his blood was boiling. But his mind, the human part of it that had been buried for weeks, wasn't listening to the overwhelming force of his body. Slowly-very slowly-the tentacles started to lower her to the ground, setting her down in a small heap. The appendages started to gently, and unwillingly (they seemed to have a bit of a mind of their own), unwrap from all their holds, freeing her hands and thighs.

Even though he'd made up his mind, he couldn't look away from her. "Go, lovely... run while I am able to let you," he said through clenched teeth. He nodded at the wolves, "They won't chase you, but go now." He was trembling, obviously fighting hard with himself. As if it were trying to make a last ditch effort to make this mating happen, his body started to absolutely saturate the air with his pheromones. "Go," he warned angrily as he doubled over, falling to his knees.
 
She looked on in shock as her body was slowly lowered to the ground and she staggered a little as the tentacles unwrapped themselves from around her arms and legs. She rubbed her wrists with a soft whimper as she listened to him tell her to run. She looked at the dogs in unease until he told her that they won't chase her. Suddenly the air was thick with the pheromones and her mind was getting hazy.

Part of her wanted to stagger over to him and wrap her arms around him and she took a step near him but when he warned her angrliy, she jerked back. Looking around quickly, she gave a soft low whine before turning and rushing off. She didn't know where she was going but she moving as quickly as she could through the trees.
 
He watched her run, naked, through the trees. Some of his pack started to move, but he growled at them and they backed off. Her scent was still far too strong in his nose. He tried to keep himself on the ground, but then he noticed her clothes, still on the ground beside him. Before he even knew what he was doing he was rushing through the underbrush behind her, moving much more quietly than she was. It would be easy to catch her, easy to take her down, easy to take whatever he wanted from her. His mind was working quickly with predatory intent...

He could see her now, still retreating, still naked. He was several steps behind her, but it would only take him a second to close the distance. He could smell her, a faint hint of her lingering arousal. He reached out his hands, inches from her hair as she continued to run flat out from him, and then he closed his hand on empty air, making a fist of rage. He willed his feet to slow. He couldn't make himself stop yet, but at least she was starting to get away, moving faster than he was now. He ground his teeth and howled loudly.
 
She ran as quickly as she could, her feet sometimes slipping over the leaves on the ground but she didn't fall. The woman could feel branches and vines whipping at her skin and leaving scratches and cuts on her arms and legs and sometimes other parts of her body. Her hair was also getting caught on branches and strands got ripped out. Mind racing and feet moving blindly, the redhead was in a panic. She knew that he could catch her if he wanted and he could take what he had tried to take earlier.

Then she heard his footsteps behind her and she whimpered softly until she heard his howl. The loud sound startled her and she stumbled as she looked behind her at him and that was a mistake. Her foot caught on something sticking out of the ground and she fell, hitting the ground with a loud thud and a groan. Shaking her head to clear it, she scrambled to her feet as quickly as she could before beginning to run again. But she was quickly beginning to tire out. The woman was already tired from struggling with him and running earlier so it didn't take long for her to slow to a stop.

Placing a hand on a nearby tree, she panted heavily and gasped for breath as she slowly sank to her knees and looked back in the way that she came from.
 
He could tell that she had stopped; the loud, well in his ears it was loud, crashing sounds ahead of him had stopped. He had allowed her to put some distance between them, and had started to hope that she might get away and save him from himself after all. It was not to be it seemed, and he could barely hold himself to a walk.

He slowly started to appear through the trees, like smoke taking on the shape of something like a man as it moved. There were scattered rays of light now, as the sun tried to penetrate the forest. He didn't look winded or tired in the slightest, but his nostrils were flaring and his shoulders heaved with each of his deep breaths. His eyes closed for a moment and his chin tilted up as he inhaled. He was... sniffing, and doing so feverishly. He took another step, and, as the breeze shifted, his own scent filled the air heavily. His eyes flashed open again, completely on the edge of reason.

He stopped several steps from her and balled his hands into fists. He willed himself to speak, the words seeming to bite him as he snarled them out, "You weren't fast enough...why... did you stop?" His body started to shudder and his eyes started to smolder. His body was very quickly winning this battle, it wouldn't be long until something broke.
 
She gasped and softly panted for breath as the trembled, her body tired from her running and fighting with him. As she knelt there, she watched him emerge from the trees and the underbrush, her green eyes wide as she gazed up at him. The woman didn't want to run anymore either. When his scent filled the area, it began effecting her again and she became aroused again. She could hear him walking towards her and she noticed that he was sniffing the air feverishly, knowing the he would be able to smell her arousal, blood and the natural scent that was hers.

She flinched back from him when he snarled at her and she forced back the tears that began filling her eyes. "I... I can't run anymore." she panted softly. "I don't have the energy. I'm sorry." Slowly, she forced herself to her feet and her body swayed on the spot before she staggered towards him. "I know I cannot escape you." she said softly once she reached him.

The woman knew that he would have what he originally wanted when he caught her and since she could not get away from him, she would rather it be given willingly then taken by force. "Just try to be gentle." she whispered.
 
He quivered, unable to believe what he was hearing. Her words washed over him like a sea of tingling temptation. She was... offering herself to him? His heart thudded in his chest as if it were trying to escape. The fragments of desperately fighting logical mind worked in his head. She was giving up, deciding this would be better than resisting. For a moment he was enraged; she had no idea what she was getting into. Be gentle? Was she insane? He wasn't human anymore, but he remembered enough of his old body to know that even if he could manage to be... slow... his... new member... would make gentleness all but impossible. He clenched his fists, but he knew quite well that he was beyond being able to resist.

He spoke through clenched teeth, his tone something between pleading and angry, "Will... try to... but... can't... promise..." With one small step, he closed the distance between them, his exposed chest brushing against her nipples. He reached down to pull her blouse and bra off, leaving her nude. His tentacles began to appear around her, but they didn't flash forward to grab her this time. One wound around her waist and two wrapped themselves around her thighs, slowly lifting her. Her wrists were notably left unbound this time. Even the grip of the other tendrils seemed different this time; they weren't restraining her, simply supporting her. She was slowly picked up off the ground into a sort of sitting position, with her legs all but wrapped around his waist, until her naked sex was a mere inch from the straining bulge of his sex, confined in the tattered pants he still wore.

Once again, but slowly this time, a tentacle snaked between her legs and started to tease her labia and clit. He closed his eyes for a long moment, and a glimmer of something like remorse swept over his features. When he opened them again, they turned downward. She was slowly pulled back several inches from him so that she could see as he tugged his pants down his hips, revealing a massive, throbbing penis which matched the pale slightly bluish tone of the rest of his skin. It wasn't unnaturally long (if you were a particularly well endowed human male), perhaps only 8 or 9 inches, but it was unnaturally, even unbelievably, thick. To him, it made him look even more inhuman than the tendrils that stretched forth from somewhere on his back. His golden eyes flitted back up to hers; they were on fire with pained lust.
 
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