Slick and slimy [Izano and AlexieD]
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				Post by: <strong>AlexieD</strong> on <strong>01-10-2016, 07:15:45</strong>
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				The tunnel was narrow and dark and Koen could feel herself start to worry about taking a few wrong left turns. Her makeshift torch flickered in the low light sending small glowing embers up into the darkness illuminating it for a moment before burning out into a fizzle of smoke. Her blue eyes squinted as she looked for the rest of her group that consisted of several colleagues from her lab group, they had left her behind in a cruel attempt at excluding her from their archaeological dig in hopes to gain all the glory for themselves. <br><br>Due to the winding nature of the tunnels of the foreign planet she was left in their dust without any kind of map or navigational instinct. She hadn’t wanted to worry the others by admitting that she had no sense of direction whatsoever but it had backfired on her in the end. This was only one of many issues she would run into on this ‘Adventure’.<br><br>A shaky breath was exhaled from the young woman as she clutched at the front of her khaki shirt. She was worried she’d been trapped down here forever and die as the only supplies she had with her were a few muli-bars and a bottle of water. As she continued to walk she felt herself going deeper and deeper underground, her instinct told her you had to go down to go up. But in this instance it wasn’t going to help her at all.<br><br><strong>“Paul…Maisy? Leviathan? , This isn’t funny, Where are you guys? Haha, Funny joke… But it’s really getting out of hand now… Time to meet up again”</strong>&nbsp; She called out with a shy chuckle hitching in her throat as she stopped to lean against the rocky wall. She brushed some spider webs aside and held the light closer to the wall and looked at the odd markings that had been drilled into the walls. They were exceptional and she wanted nothing more than to take charcoal rubbings of the almost hieroglyphic markings but that would mean nothing if she couldn’t get out of this place.<br><br>The rocky floors creaked and rumbled as she gingerly stepped on them, If she had only tested the grounds before walking on them she would have noticed how unstable they were but there was no turning back now, She was already half way across and had to keep going. She looked back over her shoulder into the darkness wondering if they team had been following her all the way but there was no sign of anyone behind her.<br><br>It was at that moment the floor cracked and gave was under her feet sending the small blonde woman tumbling through the ground with a loud screech and a sizzle as her torch was extinguished by the falling debris. She tumbled into an open catacomb sending dust and rocks in multiple directions. Her body ached and joints throbbed as she groaned and wished for death. There was no escape now from where-ever she had stumbled into.<br><br><strong>“Perfect”</strong>&nbsp; She muttered to herself as she tried her best to not start crying. The day was going from bad to worse and she just wanted to crawl back to her spaceship and not come out till their expedition was over.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slick and slimy [Izano and AlexieD] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izano Gensai</strong> on <strong>01-10-2016, 08:41:08</strong>
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				A long time ago, in a galaxy kind of close but not really, there were a race of noble scholars who had evolved past their mortal shells, and were prepared for ascension. They had connected to the realm beyond this one, and tapped into the power of dimensions beyond. Yet, as they set about their final tasks ordained by their prophetic techno-priests, the civilization crashed. An experiment gone wrong turned their homeworld into a black hole, and without a centralized hub, the distributed divisions of the empire frantically collapsed inwards, and chaos reigned. The high council declared that their centuries of work would not be cast into the void, and so they arranged for archons, harbingers of the prophet’s will, to be buried across their worlds. These noble souls, the epitome of the evolution this species had so far achieved, awaited the arrival of one who would help them navigate the new universe they found themselves in, and complete their momentous tasks. It is in the tomb of one of these archons that we now find ourselves. <br><br><em>Hey, look, light. That’s new.</em><br><br>Those were the first thoughts Narkos had as he stirred for the first time in six hundred and forty-two years. Incredible, truly. The dust was irritating, was the next thought, as the ancient being rose from his recessed tomb within the disturbed chamber. His body seemed to blend in naturally with his environment, thin stony scales looking like armor plates cascading along his form. What laid beneath the scales was even more peculiar however; an endless microcosm of stars seemed to make up whatever constituted the archon’s body. A quartet of tentacles expanded from within this void, pressing out from the being’s back and displacing plates in a pattern of ridges. These appendages extended out to press against the dusty floor, propelling Narkos to a standing position without too much personal effort. Despite the aforementioned peculiarities, the archon was remarkably humanoid, the only other feature of note being that his sharp and polished stone face lacked a mouth, consisting only of finely-carved eye slits with orange orbs hovering within. This was because in their many evolutionary updates, his race had evolved past the need for speech, for reasons not worth mentioning, and had developed telepathy! Telepathy he would now put into use, as he honed in on the frightened and hopeless intruder.<br><br><strong>‘You. The one who fell on your ass. Become my slave and entourage and I will bestow upon you pleasure and eternal life. I am Narkos, elder archon of the Xin’chal Empire, and I place my claim on you.’</strong> His words invaded the archaeologist's very mind, as if someone were speaking directly into non-existent earbuds pressed against her eardrum. His tone was level, and with perfect clarity, with a small echo added in for dramatic effect. Narkos walked steadily towards the woman as the dust settled, his form on full display as he stood with crossed arms and tentacles hovering over his form.<br><br>Deep inside, he could not believe the words he had just said.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>AlexieD</strong> on <strong>02-10-2016, 15:55:39</strong>
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				As she felt the rubble around her settle and dust gently drift downward to its new resting place till the next action was to throw it back up into the air the young woman rubbed at her nose. She surely had gotten herself into a real pickle. First she had lost her team and then she fell down what appeared to be a stable pathway and probably broke valuable artefacts that could have been worth something or allowed further study and understanding of this new planets culture and at what stage of evolution they were or had been. Koen hadn't seen many life forms since they landed on the planet. Which was odd even most of the wild life had been missing. <br><br>As these thoughts and more buzzed through her mind she pondered how much of a lecture she was going to get from Maisy for not testing where she was walking before moving anywhere. But she didn't have long to think before a strange and new voice echoed in her mind setting her nerves on end. The voice echoed in a commanding tone. Slave? She was to be his slave and have eternal life if she agreed to his terms? Was he even giving her a choice at this point, If she declined his offer what would happen? Thankfully, Koen was smart enough to not want to find out how this one would handle rejection. Plus, who knew. If she could bring an ancestral being home maybe she'd get some kind of scholarship or acknowledgement from her mentors? <br><br><strong>"Uuh-uh... S-slave?"</strong> she stuttered out getting to her feet and coughing into her balled up fist as the dust she batted out of her clothes seeked shelter in her respitory system. <strong>"W-why would you need a slave when... When a manager or partner sounds a lot less.... </strong> She trailed off unsure if speaking out loud was right, how would she know the being could even hear her. It didn't seem to have ears like her, maybe that's why it had opted to enter her mind. Her brows knitted together as she attempted to speak back to the stranger in her mind. <br><br><em><strong>"Uh... H-hello... Is this working? Hello? Oh god, I'm sure I sound like an idiot how do I even know you can hear me?"</strong></em> her mind started to wonder as she noticed the slick tentacles that hung in the air behind the being. She had been warned Aliens would look extremely different to Humans but she had waved it off thinking that it was just all hogwash and scifi stuff that Aliens would look not too different to her. Boy was she wrong. 
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				Post by: <strong>Izano Gensai</strong> on <strong>02-10-2016, 18:19:38</strong>
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				<strong>‘Uh… Hello. Yes, I’m hearing you fine. Ehem, anyways, as I was saying...’ </strong>The ancient being seemed somewhat thrown off of his game by the exasperated woman, taking a moment to recompose himself and his speech, presumably. Narkos took another two steps towards the woman before the quartet of tentacles struck out, seeming to grow in length without any issue as they lashed around the archaeologist’s wrists and ankles, suspending her before him as he spoke (without a mouth) once more.<br><br><strong>‘You will assist me in my journey across this time, and together we will fulfill my mandates. As a slave you have no say in this matter, but rest assured you will be treated well and protected. Behold.’</strong> The voice of Narkos took on a dramatic tone as his words carried on, seeming to be carried away on some fanaticism or pride. His eyes seemed to glow even brighter as <em>something</em> happened, small orange suns giving off tiny solar flares as he bound the woman to his fate. <br><br>The Xin’chal were a pairing race, mated for life. However, with the advent of their telepathic evolution, they suddenly found themselves able to influence lesser races with the aphrodisiac effect native to their species. Koen would find herself in the middle of a wash of desire as she hung suspended slightly off the ground, limbs spread out in an X. His mental binding made use of his invasive telepathy to alter the human’s mind, creating an ever-present attraction whenever Narkos was around, and a wave of earnest happiness whenever the ancient deemed her actions useful. He would turn his new slave into a passionate and devoted follower, eager to serve and please him at a base level.<br><br>But Narkos had not expected Koen to have been such a pervert.<br><br>Instead of a relatively-benign attraction, akin to pure love and loyalty, the changes to Koen’s mind resulted in a dull heat, her body beginning to yearn with a subtle erotic need simply from being in the ancient’s presence. Instead of a pang of satisfaction upon fulfilling her commands, she would be assaulted with a near-orgasmic rush of pleasure.<br><br>All points Narkos would have to thoroughly test in order to realize, much to Koen’s dismay, or perhaps good fortune.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>AlexieD</strong> on <strong>04-10-2016, 05:04:20</strong>
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				The odd being seemed a little startled by her reaction to him in her head and he almost seemed to lose composure for what looked like a second. But she didn't have time to think about it before she was grabbed by the tentacles that had been coiled behind the Alien that stood before her. A small shriek escaped her pink lips as she was heft off her feet and intense fear sparked in her mind which was quelled as she felt herself become flooded with an odd sensation. At first it felt like she was going to be sick as the chemicals in her mind mixed with the aphrodisiac that was pumped into her system and the sickly feeling settled and was replaced with something warm, a feeling of safety. He had said she would be treated well enough? Maybe what he had pushed into her mind made her submit or a dark section suppressed in the back of her mind made her give into his demands, regardless, her will had become his own. <br><br>She no longer felt inhibited by the way he had her spread in the air and how the tentacles felt tightly gripped around her wrists and ankles. As she felt them pulse and tighten around her limbs she wondered if he had anymore? If he could hold her own with many? Many a lewd thought rushed through her mind as the two were linked. Memories started to flash up as the two became one. Childhood memories, growing up in a small town on a border planet, memories of her first kiss. A boy with red hair had her grasped in his arms and her hands pressed into his chest as their lips smacked together in a small cupboard at a house party. <br>The memories started to fly by faster leading up to this point in time and when it was done she felt herself gasp loudly as the last memory was shown to Narkos of her clasping her choker around her throat, an artefact she had picked up to repress her incessant need for physical intimacy. <br><br><strong> "Narkos"</strong> She whispered feeling her body long for more of his touch, to feel his body pressed into hers and the limbs of his coiled around every limb of hers. She wanted to do anything she could to hear her new master utter the words 'Good girl' or praise her in anyway he could. <strong> "If I may call you that?"</strong> she uttered again flexing her wrists and tugging at his grip on her ankles, testing how strongly he had her bound. <strong> "Master?" </strong> she said with a lick of her plump pink lips and a sultry narrow of her crystal blue eyes. <strong> "Your will is mine... I will travel with you, if that is what you wish..."</strong>&nbsp; she moaned softly letting out a tinkling giggle as she felt her inhibitions drop as the artefact around her neck burned out and turned from a shiny to a dull lifeless gold. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Izano Gensai</strong> on <strong>04-10-2016, 05:38:57</strong>
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				Really? That was it?<br><br>Narkos had not expected his coercion to be so innately successful. Certainly, the Xin’chal were an advanced race, with immense powers and et cetera and so forth, but the ancient could not help but be somewhat disappointed. After all of this time, could the beings that spread across his galaxy be this easy to control? Narkos chalked this up to an outlier, sticking to denial as his best bet, and continued with his telepathic link.<br><br><strong>‘Either or. You will do that, and more. Unfortunately, I am unfamiliar with your people, and lack the tools to communicate without a bond such as ours. Therefore you will be my interpreter and guide to this world, and if your, “arousal,” is any indicator, I will give you pleasure as a reward for your efforts in my name.’</strong> Narkos the ancient being had found himself a nymphomaniac, now let loose same as he was. There could certainly be worse things, but he felt himself at a bit of a loss, without a more useful consort to guide him along. Alas, more pressing matters occupied the ancient’s mind. <br><br>As his slick tendrils let the woman down gently, Narkos walked forward to take her into his arms proper, pulling her into a tight embrace against his smooth form. The stony scales were actually not really attached to anything, visually, and each seemed to vibrate and pivot as if some invisible wind was occassionally stirring from within the celestial void that was the alien’s body. Released of their duty, the tentacles swiftly extended out towards the ceiling, sharp stone edges growing out of their tips in order to pierce the stone two floors above them. <br><br>If there were any doubts the tentacles had no limit, they were surely quelled.<br><br>Suddenly, the two of them were flying. Without a touch of effort across his chiseled features, Narkos used his appendages to act as a grappling hook, and leisurely touched down on the edge of the hole Koen had made. A curious query rang out in the woman’s head as Narkos looked down, one of the retracting tentacles eagerly poking her in the cheek.<br><br><strong>‘What shall I call you, my pet?’</strong><br>
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				Post by: <strong>AlexieD</strong> on <strong>05-10-2016, 23:56:05</strong>
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				Koen was lowered to the ground softly, it seemed this being was true to their word and that piked the archaeology majors curiosity. The trope had always been in Human society was elder beings and Aliens were of the type to destroy, kill and conqure putting humans in Chains and assimilating into a form of slavery. Even though Narkos had opened with her becoming his Slave and guide their two definitions of Slave were different, she hoped. <br><br>When she was pulled into his smooth body she flinched slightly, it had been so long since someone had been so handsy with her. Most treated her like a porcaline doll, that she could break at the first sign of things getting rough or out of hand. This only caused a wave of pleasure to roll over her bodies heightened sensitivity thanks to the artefact around her neck burning out. For a moment she felt like she was flying because, indeed they were. Narkos had thrown them up into the air with aid from his tentacles that twitched and seemed to move on their own. <br><br><strong>"Well, my name is Koen... So I guess you could call me that?"</strong> she purred eyeing the tentacle that flicked before her. They were peculiar things that she wanted nothing more than to inspect them closer to find out what they're made of and how they worked and where they were stored. Her mind was a mess of questions and curiosities but it was clouded by the everlasting need to join with Narkos and experience what it was like to be filled by something out of the ordinary, to coil herself around him and feel safe just like he promised when he first emerged from the dust cloud. <br><br><strong>"You said you were called Narkos? Is that your name or your race?"</strong> she asked reaching out a peculiar finger to the tentacle and booping it on the snoot curiously tilting her head to the side. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Izano Gensai</strong> on <strong>06-10-2016, 04:12:31</strong>
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				<strong>“Koen, Koen… It’ll suffice.”</strong> The ancient being let out a soft chuckle as he tried out the name on his non-existent tongue. Nekros gazed down as the peculiar archaeologist, seeming entranced by one of the familiars that hovered before her, matching her curiosity. The slimy tendril responded with a small shiver as Koen snoot-booped, taking a few moments before quickly wrapping around her finger, wrist, and forearm.<br><br><strong>“My name - Careful with that one, lest you want him crawling around you. He’s got a bit of a deviant streak to him when I’m not paying attention. Come, let us proceed.” </strong>Narkos continued down the illuminated hallway of the ruin alongside his new consort. His calm expression concealed the frantic excitement boiling within, however. Finally, he was awake, and with a lovely-enough slave to boot. The advent of the prophecy was finally at hand, and the ancient stepped forward with the long-dead hopes of his people.<br><br>But there were a few things to understand first.<br><br><strong>“As I said, Narkos is my name, and my race is the Xin’chal. I hope the rest of your race is better at paying attention. Regardless, let us haste to your vessel, pet. I need to get his bearings and begin our venture.” </strong>The ancient continued their stroll, the sole tentacle remaining protruded from his back. It continued to wander around Koen’s figure, poking, prodding, and sliding along her soft attire. Narkos surveyed his partner with a sidelong glance, small suns burning with literal curiosity as his mind began to run at its usual pace.<br><br><strong>“Say, pet, are you considered lovely by your race’s standard?”</strong> The awkwardly blunt question sat in the archaeologist’s mind as Narkos began to evaluate his catch, and the diplomacy and seduction that would likely come into play. His own standards would naturally not apply one to one, but then again the Xin had long since evolved past physical reproduction. Sexuality was a relic saved for the most hedonist of elders.<br><br>An elder like Narkos.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>AlexieD</strong> on <strong>06-10-2016, 05:37:17</strong>
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				As the slimy tendril coiled around her finger at first and then further down her arm she let out a small moan as the texture sent tingles along her sensitive nerve endings. As they continued towards the surface of the planet where the shuttle that had bought her here sat waiting for the occupants to return her mind was pulled from the pheromone addled state to think clearly for a moment. <br><br>He wanted to leave in her ship? But what about the others? If she took the ship and they weren't back before they left they too would be left stranded on the planet with no way aside a short range radio for communication. But before she could pipe up and bring up the issue with her new master the curious tentacle found itself poking around her body tugging her back into the pleasure addled state she'd pulled herself from. <br><br><strong>"Ohhh, he sure is curious...you weren't kidding"</strong> She breathed, pearly white teeth digging into her lower lips and her eyes fluttering closed as she enjoyed the touch, albeit a little too much. <strong>"Huh? Oh... Am I considered lovely?"</strong> She mimicked almost questioningly to herself. <strong>"I'd like to think I am... But really, it's all open to interpretation.... Where I'm from men seem to like blondes, like myself, there's a saying and it goes blondes tend to have more <em>Fun</em>"</strong> She whispered seductively in her mind raising a brow at her captor. <strong>"Am I not pleasing to you, Master? Because I can always change if you like?"</strong> her fingers came to rest on her top button and with a flick of her wrist the khaki shirt popped open revealing her ample cleavage. 
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				Post by: <strong>Izano Gensai</strong> on <strong>06-10-2016, 16:27:34</strong>
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				Narkos could sense the rising arousal as the human continued spitting pheromones into the air, and he, for the first time, wondered if applying his bonding ritual onto an unknown species was truly the greatest idea. Whatever. For science, and all that. He assumed her mannerisms were some show of eroticism as she answered, being admirably humble in her response. She certainly seemed devoted, to say the least.<br><br><strong>“You are pleasing by being so loyal. You are a bit small for my traditional tastes, but you could certainly pass as an exotic beauty in my culture. Although…”</strong> Narkos stopped their stroll for a moment, turning to the archaeologist trailing behind him. Smooth stone fingers, tapering to a dull point, reached down to grip the two parts of her top and rip the attire apart. Every button down to her belt popped out with a strained ‘snap,’ leaving the the top-most one the only survivor. <br><br><strong>“If you are going to seduce, it is an insult to do so at such a small level.”</strong> Narkos gave one of her breasts a small squeeze before pulling back, his stony expression remaining calm as ever. Nevertheless, the ancient appreciated the devotion, and so he sent a very light pulse of satisfaction across their bond, translating into a rush of pleasure as if Narkos had just tenderly licked the human’s clit. He left her to manage her sudden exposure as they continued onward, finally exiting the temple he had spent centuries buried in. A second tendril disheveled the stone scales upon his back, exiting beside the perverted familiar that was now especially-interested in Koen, but wary of being reprimanded by his master/self.<br><br><strong>“Alright, lead us back to our vessel, pet. Once we arrive I’ll give you a respite, some training on our mission, and perhaps a treat.”</strong> Narkos let out a soft, telepathic chuckle at his leisurely promise, curiosity of human reproduction rising alongside his slimy companions.<br><br>He had a lot to catch up on.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>AlexieD</strong> on <strong>10-10-2016, 04:49:19</strong>
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				She couldn't help the hormones and pheromones, it was all apart of her condition. Without the artefact secured around her neck she would go on benders for weeks just sleeping with everything that moved. Fortunately for Narkos, thanks to the reins he put on her with his mind she wasn't going to be leaving his side any time soon. Especially now, as she unbuttoned her top in what would be taken in an attempt to slowly seduce by another human male was taken to the extreme. When the pure being turned to her and tore open her top sending plastic buttons clattering to the floor she felt a sense of exhilaration rush through her body. <br><br><strong>"Hah...I'm sorry my master...it won't happen again, I'm sure of that"</strong> she breathed as the shirt fluttered opened to reveal her pale body and a long scar that traced from her left hip, up her body diagonally, stopping just shy of the bottom of her rib cage. She would have normally been insecure of someone seeing the scars that plagued her body as they always induced questions but right now she didn't care. She was pleasing her master and that is all that mattered right now. <br><br>As a reward Narkos blessed her with a feeling she hadn't felt in a while. It didn't happen but it had felt like a tongue had been rubbed tenderly against her clitoris and it sent a wave of pleasure rippling over her body. She had to stop for a moment to savour the feeling, her own hands moving to grope at her breasts and teeth digging once again into her lips as she rode out the sensation as it slowly dissipated. When she opened her eyes she blinked a couple of times to regain her composure and look for Narkos who had already started off towards the surface, she jogged after him, her large breasts bouncing even more noticeably now they were exposed. <br><br><strong>"The Vessel isn't too far from here, Luckily we had set up camp relatively close..."</strong> Her imagination started to run wild wondering what Narkos had planned for her, how she was now his and free to do with what he wanted. A small pang of guilt welled up in the back of her mind as she knew taking the ship meant dooming the others but the overwhelming need to please her new master overrode her logic centres and the thoughts were blacked out by more and more curiosity of what the two were going to get up to? Was he the world conquering type? An enslaver like he had done to her or if he was just curious about new technology that had been developed by them and other races they had met over the years. <br><br>Humans had only just developed space travel that facilitated their life signs and allowed them to discover that they were indeed not alone and that there were many different races, religions and body shapes. Her curious eyes traced up and down Narkos' body as he walked ahead. <strong>"I'll do anything and go anywhere for my master. Where ever he goes I will not be far behind... Speaking of that... Um where are we going? Not that I'm questioning you but... Well. How long were you down there?"</strong> Koen asked eagerly to learn what she could about her new master. 
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				Post by: <strong>Izano Gensai</strong> on <strong>10-10-2016, 05:49:24</strong>
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				<strong>“Then lead us there, pet. We have no time to waste, the prophecy awaits.”</strong> Narkos extended an arm towards the expanse as he glanced over his shoulder, the two present tendrils mimicking the motion. Content to follow behind his guide, the ancient being took in his new environment eagerly, somewhat surprised by the amount of change that could occur over several centuries. Some sort of seismic activity, superweapon, or law of nature had contorted the landscape into a completely different surrounding than he recalled while being entombed. His curious stone mask continued scanning from side to side, the top parts segmenting into two thin brows that remained raised in surprise.<br><br>In reality, Narkos just had an overactive imagination, paired with a particularly poor memory.<br><br>As Koen spoke up, Narkos regained his composure, perhaps a bit too late. His ‘eyebrows’ returned back at the top of his mask, forming a seal so perfect it would be difficult to prove the mask wasn’t all one piece. Her devotion was absolute, as expected, but she seemed to be a bit ‘active’ sexually, and the ancient found this side-effect slightly alarming. Was this race of beings he had encountered a hedonistic society, without scientific progress as a goal? For shame, Narkos thought, before pushing his idle musings aside for a proper answer.<br><br><strong>“Once again, you honor yourself with such dedication to your master. For now, I need to gain my bearings and find out what our first step is. But the prophecy will be made clear in time, my slave. It just takes some dusting off is all.”</strong> Narkos gave a classic Xin sidestep, a mainstay of their passive-aggressive social etiquette, and seemed to leave the matter at that. His focus diminished by the trek and the idle thoughts it brought, this left the two summoned familiars free to pursue their own agendas. <br><br>The perverse consciousness was now joined by a more lethargic one, seeming to hover on its own while the former prodded at it. Eventually the two made their way to hover around the guide as the pair strolled, and after doing so without any chastising, decided to press their luck a bit further. Finding their play amusing, Narkos simply watched as one of the tentacles slithered down the side of Koen’s neck, while the other weaved in and out of her billowing shirt. The touches were fleeting as they walked, but constant all the same. It would be a good thirty seconds of this teasing before Narkos issued a mental reprimand to the two beings, forcefully retracting them back into the void from whence they came.<br><br><strong>“You’re quite excitable, aren’t you?”</strong><br>
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				Post by: <strong>AlexieD</strong> on <strong>14-10-2016, 02:46:12</strong>
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				<em> Did he just say prophecy? </em> <br><br>Koen paused for a moment and let that sink in as her new master surveyed the lands and how they had changed since he was last awake. Koen thought whenever there were rituals or prophecy involved there was always some kind of sacrifice needed and she worried for a moment before remembering the promise Narkos had made to her the moment he had taken her will and bent it to his own, that she would be protected and well looked after no matter what happened. It put her mind at ease for now but it still had her wondering if the reason why she was cared for was going to be because the sacrifice needed to be perfect. <br><br>Jokes on you. Narkos. If you wanted a Virgin sacrifice then he was too little too late for that ship as it had already sailed. <br><br>She had been watching the two tendrils move back and forth curiously between the scales on her new masters back. As the third came into view she had deduced the possibility that there could be an infinite amount of tendrils inside Narkos body, he surely wasn't human and of an elder race of course he could do things beyond her wildest imaginations. The attentions of the tendrils were turned on her again and this time a little more aggressive than before, they coiled against her neck ever so softly and the other ducked in and out of her billowing top almost like Earthen Crows playing with shiny trinkets. With every slight graze of the smooth tendril against her skin her body shuddered <br><br><strong>"I can't help being so excitable, Master... Just being with you brings me joy... I know we've just met and all but I can't help but think... Maybe it was fate meeting you..."</strong> She said stepping closer, at first she had been keeping her distance so to not upset the being, but her curiosity was getting the better of her. She wanted to know what he tasted like, to see what kind of person he was. A hand reached out to stroke one of the curious tentacles like one would pet a small bird, a slender finger tickling it under what you'd assume would be it's chin. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slick and slimy [Izano and AlexieD] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izano Gensai</strong> on <strong>14-10-2016, 03:22:12</strong>
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				Narkos couldn’t help but watch as his new pet gazed out upon the inferior existences that served as his subservient appendages. They teased her out of a mixture of earnest curiosity and pent up energy, having had no real release for the past few centuries. They had been entombed as well, after all, and were akin to a pen of puppies finally being let out on their leashes.<br><br>And they even had a lovely lady to hump.<br><br>The elder aimed to respond to the archaeologist’s devoted confession, but held his telekinetic tongue before any words coalesced. He refrained from explaining the bond in further detail for now, thinking it best to keep matters somewhat obscured. Or simple, as it were. Narkos was still not quite convinced that this was the most enlightened specimen this race had to offer, and ineffective explanations were a waste of both parties’ time.<br><br>In a phrase: Narkos thought she was dumb.<br><br><strong>“Listen, my pet. Fate is what drives this universe, and yours is to assist me in the fulfillment of my empire’s prophecy. You will stand by my side as your master ascends, and begins his reign as the harbinger of order in this galaxy. And I’ll be certain to give you plenty of treats along the way.”</strong> Narkos made sure to highlight the reward waiting for her, not truly needing to send a wave of pleasure running through her as Koen continued to shudder under the assault of the elder’s minions. As she gained some courage and stepped up to playfully pet one of them, Koen found herself quickly ensnared, the tendril coiling down her arm at an alarming rate, across her shoulder, and then around her breast. <br><br>The entire length tightened in a pulse, fiercely squeezing her flesh all the way to her bosom, until Narkos was forced let out a small ‘tch’ a second later over the telekinetic link. The excitable tentacle loosened, holding the pose for a moment as if to beg with nonexistent puppy-dog eyes, before ultimately withdrawing to hover over the elder being’s shoulder. The minion was being scolded in the realm within Narkos’ being, as the master himself gave a small measure of warning over the bond the two shared.<br><br><strong>“I’d hold back... until we’re at the ship. I’d like to arrive and get underway before I deal with your arousal.”</strong> Narkos spoke of his pet’s urges as a simple matter on a docket, not knowing the monster he was intending to unleash. A monster that would cause spirits of millennia in age to shudder in fear. <br><br>A monster that would fuck them all to death.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slick and slimy [Izano and AlexieD] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlexieD</strong> on <strong>18-10-2016, 15:17:29</strong>
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				If only Narkos knew how intelligent the woman was, not to say he was under estimating her, But he was indeed not giving her enough credit. She was caught by an alien off guard, unaware and the token that kept her mind in check and the constant need for physical affection and relations had burned out causing her to turn a little odd in the meantime. The small pets the alien kept in his being not helping the matter as it curled around her form pulsing sending small waves of tingles through her body. <br><br>Due to the bond they shared and his commanding word Koen would go anywhere and do anything for him, Anything at all. So when the Elder being mentioned ascending and her being at his side meant she received treats she wondered what they were. But if more questions flowed she wondered if it would only anger her master so those and many more were kept to herself. <br><br><strong>"Treats? Oh, I like treats..."</strong> She said with a lick of her lips and a wriggle of her hips as her hands traced down her own lithe form, remembering the feel of the tentacles wrapped around her body, her body ached for their touch again. <strong>"I'll be sure to do anything you want to help, anything... But first the ship... Yes, we must find a way to get things moving so my master can gain the power he so obviously deserves"</strong> she babbled moving closer to Narkos and slipping her arm around his and holding it close to her soft chest. <br><br>Her master gaining Power wasn't the only thing on her mind right now, she wanted more of his tendrils wrapped around her pale body, to feel him press her against the ships interior and have his way with her. She knew they might not be compatible in a biblical sense and secretly she hoped that they could still Atleast have a little fun, what Narkos had done over the mental connection had been more than enough to get her motor running. <br><br>But then again, in this mind set it was hard to not get her motor running. <br><br>The two continued across the flat Plains, Koens arm wrapped in Narkos', she was unaware that the Alien might not know of the human traditions, but enjoyed being so close to him regardless. It set her mind at ease knowing she would be by his side as he rose to power. A relief knowing that she wouldnt be subjugated to Labor intensive work or killed on the spot in the rise to power. <br><br>As they arrived at the ship the blonde relented the grip she had on Narkos' arm and motioned to the rather large space ship, it was silver in colour with a black under side, the words 'NASA'&nbsp; were emblazoned on the flanks of the ship, a few nicks and dents could be seen from where small asteroids had collided with them during their journey to the unknown planet on a fact finding mission. <strong>"And here we are, Master... Here's the ship I came in. Just need to open the door"</strong> She said clasping onto the ladder leading up to the hatch where a small device sat waiting for a hand print to enable access. <br><br><strong>"Just this way"</strong> She pressed her hand against the panel and the hatch hissed open allowing them entrance to the innards of the ship, or at least the airlock where they could decompress. As the door opened something dawned on her and she looked over her shoulder as her brows knitted together in confusion. <br><br><strong>"Master... D-do you... Breathe Oxygen?... Actually, do you breathe at all? Because... Well the environment in my ship is geared towards that of a Human. I'd hate for it to turn out that you're allergic to oxygen and accidentally kill you"</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slick and slimy [Izano and AlexieD] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izano Gensai</strong> on <strong>18-10-2016, 20:48:33</strong>
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				The ancient being, almost a millennia in age, found the clinging human form <em>cute</em>. She reminded him of a pet he had as a younger man, before his partial ascension. A beast peculiar by human standards, it was a six-legged rodent about five feet long and two feet tall. It consumed methane through its skin, the dominant atmospheric chemical on the Xin’chal homeworld, and had a bizarre habit of trying to climb up along their owner’s bodies while they went for walk. It was a messy display of flailing limbs unable to decide whether or not to walk or climb.<br><br>His new pet was somewhat more intelligent.<br><br>Narkos glanced down at his companion as she pressed her ample bosom into his arm, a small sigh of satisfaction slipping past the fluted nostrils upon his stone face. Breasts were luckily a common feature between the two relatively-humanoid races, and although the human woman was lacking a pair of them by Xin standards, the two she had were certainly lovely. <br><br>The ancient’s attention was pulled away by the metallic structure laid upon the landscape, quickly identified as his new starship. It was once again reminiscent of years past, before the peak of his civilization. Back then they too were infants among the stars, unaware of a race’s true goal in life; their true destiny. As they pulled up to the landing ramp, Narkos turned to his companion and passed a reassuring thought along their link.<br><br><strong>“It’ll serve.”</strong> Narkos nodded towards Koen and began to climb up after her. He was confused why she had to wait, before he realized there was no automatic ship computer that had anticipated their arrival. Instead the human scientist had to enter an access code, to allow entrance to the ship’s airlock. When they had entered the small cycling room, Narkos gave a curious response, the term oxygen unfamiliar to him, and the complex molecule unable to easily be ‘translated’ through the link. <br><br><strong>“I’ve no environmental requirements, my dear. Besides the pull of gravity, my core being is immune to pressure and temperature. I will have to learn what your species’ tolerances are.”</strong> Narkos spoke matter-of-fact as the lock began to cycle, eventually opening up to the spaceship interior.<br><br>The ancient couldn’t wait to get his hands on that delicious knowledge.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slick and slimy [Izano and AlexieD] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlexieD</strong> on <strong>26-10-2016, 11:21:56</strong>
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				She hadn't noticed the bewildered look on the ancients face when he had laid his swirling voids on the metal hunk of ship that she had managed to charter through asteroid belts and the deep cold of space to get where she was today to meet Narkos in all of his glory. Koen had been too engrossed showing her new master how helpful she was in acquiring him a vessel for travel across the universe together to for fill his prophecy and continue his pilgrimage across the stars. She didn't know what fun she was going to get into with this one but it was sure exciting to say the least. Even though she was going on a new adventure, something different from what she had planned, the last thing she wanted was to lose all the information she had gathered on the planet because of a silly mistake... she had made once before, because of that one incident she had made sure to always check everything twice before typing in commands to the control panels of the ship. <br><br><strong>"I am so glad... It wouldn't be much of an adventure if the main attraction were to die because of a little Oxygen poisoning... Or Nitrogen overdose... A-Are you sure you're okay... I really do hope I am not leading you down a path to your destruction"</strong> She said as the confusion washed over her curved face, She wasn't sure how to handle this kind of interaction. Who knew how different their biologies were. Who knew if he had some kind of secretion that would kill her on the spot if she were to ingest it. <strong>"My tolerances? Well, I can't live without oxygen"</strong> She said mirroring his 'matter-of-fact' tone as she fiddled with the control panel. There was a whoosh of air as the door closed behind them as they stood in the airlock. When the door was firmly shut there was a shimmer around the Scientist's head. The automatic environmental stasis helmet that had been creating a bubble of air around her head to keep her alive had de-activated itself and Koen sucked in a deep breath of clean ship air. <br><br><strong>"Ahh-- Much better, It always feels weird wearing that... helmet dealy... The Engineers still haven't got the pressure stabilisation quite right, Having that right on your face... wow, It's a real pain"</strong> She said with a stretch as the entrance to her ship opened up revealing an equally sterile looking cargo bay. Everything was white or silver. It all meshed together and clumped into a white mess to a point where at a quick glance one wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the wall and a table and if you weren't paying attention you'd trip over something. It had happened to Koen a couple of times, She had been nose in book reading some juicy Yaoi a friend back home had wired to her over the Echonet and she had fallen over one of her collages who had stopped to fix his shoelaces. <br><br><strong>"Well, Welcome to my... home I guess? Um, Kitchen is over there... Hammoks are over there for sleep... That there is the laboratory.... And I guess that's it really"</strong> She said with a motion to the cargo bay. To say the ship was small was an understatement. judging by the size of the machine from the outside compared to the inside a safe assumption would be that most of the ship was thruster and rocket instead of actual living space. For a race that was used to being advanced and having the finest technology entering the Human's ship was like stepping into a house from the 70's when you were living in the 2050's and beyond. <strong>"Neat, Isn't it?</strong> She looked so proud of what her race had to offer the being and looked at him with wide sparkly eyes in hopes of another 'treat' 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slick and slimy [Izano and AlexieD] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izano Gensai</strong> on <strong>26-10-2016, 23:43:51</strong>
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				Narkos gave but a simple pat upon his pet’s head as she rambled with concern. It was quaint, but he doubted any mistake on her part would so quickly cause his demise. The ancient being withdrew his touch as the airlock cycled, watching with idle curiosity the translucent bubble around her head, vanishing. He remained silent yet as she continued to idly chat about her technical concerns, meaning nothing to the self-contained, half-ascended master. <br><br>But it was good to vent.<br><br>This was something else, however. Narkos realized his expectations, even as low as they were, were only barely met. He estimated more than three quarters of the vessel was dedicated to navigation or propulsion, and assumed from there that this civilization was not as advanced as he required. Adjustments to his schedule would have to be made, or perhaps a round of upgrades to the ship itself. Though his leaders had made him swear to not interfere with other civilization’s directives, any legally-binding documents had long since rotted to dust.<br><br>Convenient.<br><br><strong>“It’ll suffice, slave. Our first stop will be your people’s nearest capital or shipyard. We require navigation data and information from the highest level of your government, likely.” </strong>Narkos nodded, mostly to himself, as he spoke. There was a lot of translation to be done, and it would be no small matter to convince the humans to allow him access to their stellar charts. But if all else failed, he could likely blast his way through any obstacles, in the name of their testament. <br><br>Praise be to the Xin.<br><br>For now however, Narkos needed to tend to his new charge, her attention nearly burning a hole into the side of his stone face with her intensity. A steady rush took hold in her mind as he gave her a small present over their link, not nearly as intense as the previous instance. Instead, it stayed, keeping her mind somehow (impossibly) more aroused than it had been before. Her nerves sharpened and ready for action, a single tendril snaked its way out of the back of the ancient being, steadily wandering to hover in front of her eager form as Narkos explained the treat.<br><br><strong>“You have one hundred ‘seconds’ to pleasure yourself. Do as you please and without shame. This little friend will do as you please, simply order it with your mind and your thoughts will be conveyed. Enjoy.”</strong> Narkos couldn’t help but chuckle as he let his pet loose, not unlike removing a metaphorical leash from her lust. Even more ironic was the bizarre situation concerning the subconscious sentients he <em>also</em> treated as pets, and their dynamic in relation to hers. It was all a bit much to think about at the moment, and so Narkos simply watched as Koen set about her gift, naturally curious as to how she would go about the task.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slick and slimy [Izano and AlexieD] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlexieD</strong> on <strong>07-11-2016, 09:39:39</strong>
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				Koen beamed at her master with wide shining eyes, She couldn't help it sometimes just staring at him right now made her feel happy. To know she was helping him carry out his glorious quest bought her joy and made her stay in a constant state of ready for when or if he asked her to do anything she would be able to carry out his orderes as quickly as possible. Any anxiety or worries she had melted away as their connection grew stronger by the minute. There would have been a point where she could have pulled away from him but only if she had the mental fortitude to resist his charms, but due to her weakness as a Human there was no way she'd be able to uproot the connection he had cast on her on their meeting. He'd already dug in deep with every wave of pleasure he sent over their connection that even if subconsciously she wanted out there was no way her brain would give up the constant stimulation he sent her way.<br><br><strong>"Our nearest capital? Well um... That'll be a bit hard because well... I don't think the ship will make it back to our capital. We made a stop off at a friendly allied settlement before coming here to refuel, So we could start heading that way if you like?"</strong> Koen said tapping her chin and wondering how the two would even be able to get off the planet without some kind of navigator. She had watched Leviathan plot courses before using the computer but her eyes had been fixated on his tight pants instead of what his fingers were doing, So She had no idea how to use it aside from slapping a few buttons and clicking a few flashing bleeps on the consoles screen.<br><br>But none of that mattered right now, As she pondered what they were going to do to leave he had given her permission to deal with the lust that had been building up in her body since the charm around her neck had burned out, At first it was easy to ignore but after a while she battled herself and tried her hardest to not press her new master against a wall and grind herself against his smooth looking body and play with the delectable looking tentacles that burst from his body. <br><br><em><strong>"You have one hundred seconds to pleasure yourself"</strong></em><br><br>Blue eyes swelled and then narrowed as a devious look washed over the innocent looking smile that had been there not a few seconds before. "O-Oh master, You're too kind" She said tugging the khaki shirt from her shoulders and reaching behind her to remove the clasp on her simple bra and then tossing it to the side. Her mind was a mess of ideas, Part of her just wanted to have the coils loop around her arms and legs and hold her down while the sentient tentacle explored her body. Before she had a chance to think of something else she could already feel the coils around her arms, pulsing with every slither. <br><br><strong>"A-Ahh"</strong> She moaned softly running her hands down her chest and down over her hips searching for the buckle on her pants, wanting nothing more than to rip them off and get on all fours and raising her rump towards the mischievous appendages begging for it to have its way with her. As her fingers flicked the button of her pants out of its loop and let them fall loosely around her curves her mind continued to broadcast what she wanted. <br><br>She wanted it to grope and squeeze every part of her and explore every hole without hesitation, She was ready to have the ride of her life. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slick and slimy [Izano and AlexieD] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izano Gensai</strong> on <strong>07-11-2016, 23:30:59</strong>
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				Nekros observed his slave’s obedience and eagerness with crossed arms, watching as Koen disrobed with surprising haste. Fiery orange globes watched as she fought the arousal that soaked her flesh with equal haste, the struggle to finish undressing while such an opportunity laid before her obviously driving her motions. She assumed a particularly obedient position, which Narkos appreciated, causing the ancient being to offer a second and third tendril to supplement her toy box, as it were.<br><br>And how quickly did they get to work.<br><br>The nearly-panicked will flooding his subconscious link was nothing more than a muttering to Narkos, but to the small beings that served him, they were absolute commands. As Koen knelt on all fours, her rear on display like a prize, she quickly found herself under assault (as desired). Without any warning, two thick tentacles pressed against her groin, one slipping into pink folds easily another, while another meets some small resistance. The slave’s flower began to be ravished with a twisting tendril as the second popped past her puckered hole, and the two continued alternating with piston-like motions. The two tendrils hammered in and out, drilling deeper into the nymphomaniac’s yearning form with ever-expanding thickness. Forming themselves with the subconscious desires and memories of her past experiences, thick balls began to take shape within her rear, stretching her flesh to its limits. The former tendril rubbed along these throbbing beads as it continued to press further into her slick cavern, matching Koen’s eagerness as if it was driven by her own will.<br><br>Spoilers: it was.<br><br>To top it all off, a third tendril made certain the woman had every desire fulfilled. Winding along her chest, the warm tentacle made a figure-eight around the captive woman’s bosom, squeezing it in sentient bondage before it rose from the center of her chest. It seemed to hover in front of her view for a moment before storming the final castle, forcing Koen’s lips apart as the tendril entered her mouth. The slick appendage wriggled within for a few moments, curling and twisting along her tongue before beginning to mimic the pumping eroticism of its brethren.<br><br>A minute had finally passed, but there was no sign of slowing down. Narkos continued to watch passively as his pets toyed with his new slave, and savored the dulled sensations that passed along the neural link. Even if he could not see the obvious satisfaction the woman found herself in, he would be able to feel it. At this idea, a single thought boomed in Koen’s mind, speaking above the pleasure and strain that rippled through her body.<br><br><strong>“Now, you’re not allowed to cum for another minute.”</strong> Truly, this ancient was a teasing master. Even as a tentacle began to tap against the firm end of her flower, an ever-growing series of beads continued to snake up and down her rear, and a thick appendage forced its way down into her throat with fierce vigor, this command was laid above all of it. <br><br>Now the game had truly begun.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slick and slimy [Izano and AlexieD] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlexieD</strong> on <strong>12-11-2016, 12:45:15</strong>
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				Koen beamed at her master with wide shining eyes. To know she was helping him carry out his glorious quest bought her joy. Any anxiety or worries she had melted away as their connection grew stronger by the minute. There would have been a point where she could have pulled away from him but only if she had the mental fortitude to resist his charms, but due to her mental weakness as a Human there was no way she'd be able to uproot the connection he had cast on her on their meeting.<br><br><strong>"Our nearest capital? Well um... That'll be a bit hard because well... I don't think the ship will make it back to our capital. We made a stop off at a friendly allied settlement before coming here to refuel"</strong> Koen said tapping her chin and wondering how the two would even be able to get off the planet without some kind of navigator. She had watched Leviathan plot courses before using the computer but her eyes had been fixated on his tight pants instead of what his fingers were doing.<br><br>But none of that mattered right now, Her master had given her what her mind had wanted since the gem on her&nbsp; neck had burned out. The tendrils were doing like he said they would, following her hearts desire. As they snaked their way into her holes she felt pleasure after pleasure roll over her supple form as they pulsed inside and around her. She had never felt something this intense before and there had been many a taboo thing she had tried in her time. But if she was asked what was her greatest sexual achievement she would say this one. <br><br>Her eyes cracked open and glanced back over her shoulder at the Master watching her writhe and pleasure herself with the extensions of himself and all she could do was flash a look in her eyes asking 'Does this please you' as the tendrils made short work of her lust. She felt her orgasm build up inside her, the warmth of her opening grew with every stroke and pulse of the curious tentacles as their pace grew and grew with every lewd thought that flashed in her mind. Her hands strained against the binds and she wanted nothing more than to grab a hold of the tentacle that had pushed past her lips and to the back of her throat and hold it there as she suckled on it like she would have done if Narkos had appendages much like his human pets counterparts. <br><br>Muffled moans slipped past her lips as the lengths drilled in and out of her mouth. Saliva dribbled from the corners of her pink lips as did her juices from her nethers till she heard the words she'd been dreading. <br><em>"You're not allowed to come for another minute</em>. She wasn't sure she could last. The feeling of being filled was pushing her to the edge and if everything continued at the rate it was she was going to find it hard to follow the order she'd been given by her new master. A pathetic look washed over her face as she stared up into his blazing orange eyes looking for sympathy but all she saw was the look of a being determined to see her limits. <br><br>Her body gyrated and she tried her best to squeeze and not over stimulate herself but in doing so only made matters worse. She was used to multiple people inside her at once but not anything that could predict her movements and made adjustments to their thrusting to allow for the change in direction. No matter how hard she tried the beaded slick lengths were going to push her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. Ten seconds felt like ten minutes, that is how hard and how pleasurable this moment was feeling. <br><br>Indeed things were just getting warmed up, but the woman didn't know if she could hold back any longer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slick and slimy [Izano and AlexieD] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izano Gensai</strong> on <strong>14-11-2016, 17:56:00</strong>
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				What a torture.<br><br>Narkos could guess at the feeling racking his slave’s mind, desperately fighting off the pleasure that she herself was orchestrating. How was one supposed to fight themselves on such a field? It was basically cheating, after all, knowing what buttons to press and how to light up the nerve endings that pushed Koen closer and closer to the edge. <br><br>Being a rampant nymphomaniac probably didn’t help much either.<br><br>Twenty seconds into his gambit, Narkos began to walk up to his companion, seemingly curious to observe her state close-up despite the mental link. The ancient being squatted beside the woman as the violent tendrils continued their assault. Fiery suns gazed over her moaning, dripping form, observing passively for another ten seconds or so before a smooth stone finger reached out to wipe a bead of drool from the corner of her mouth.<br><br><strong>“Halfway there, my dear, you’ve done well. Let’s see if your body can hold up for the final stretch.”</strong> If Narkos understood the human concept of the double entendre, he surely would have been pleased with himself. His influence injected itself as an overriding force along the ethereal connection to the subconscious tentacles, and sparks began to fly. Narkos amplified the lust within Koen’s system with such heat that the poor minds enslaved to his being were likely going crazy.<br><br>For the next thirty seconds, Koen found herself truly assaulted. The limits of her body, trained and enhanced in order to brave the natures of space, tested to the utmost limits. Her body became suspended a few inches in the air by the long fleshy lances as they made her into a spit, with Narkos lending a hand of his own to help support her tender chest. <br><br>Her mouth became nothing more than another hole, gagging her as a thick tendril forced her throat open and dove in and out without caution. The appendage withdrew all the way to her lips with each thrust, but there was still only a brief moment for Koen to breath.<br><br>Her flower threatened to break, as the tentacle painfully began to slam against the firm wall at the end of her passage. When that didn’t give, the tendril improvised, squirming and rolling as it packed more and more starry flesh into her cavern. The small form in her rear, eager to be a part of the fun, mimicked this monstrous packing and stretching. <br><br>A true onslaught, thirty seconds long. Given the feelings running along his link, Narkos did not expect her to last the full duration, but that would not stop the tendrils. They would continue the full thirty seconds, driven mad by their orders.<br><br>What a test this had become.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slick and slimy [Izano and AlexieD] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlexieD</strong> on <strong>19-11-2016, 09:53:17</strong>
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				His flaming eyes were locked on her and that only made the Blonde feel more alive, to know that he was interested in the way she moved and how she sounded as the orgasm that was building inside her was attempted to be muffled by the very mind that was causing the waves of pleasure of sexual ecstasy that pulsed through her veins. With every thrust tears threatened to roll down her cheeks and dripped onto her bouncing breasts, but they weren't sad tears, no she was enjoying this too much and the amount of joy she was getting was bringing a tear to her eyes. Never had she felt this way before. Other situations had felt like this but not completely the same.<br><br><em><strong>“Halfway there, my dear, you’ve done well. Let’s see if your body can hold up for the final stretch.”</strong></em><br><br>Her eyes snapped open at the mention of how much longer she had to hold it in before she was allowed to even cum and only pushed her closer and closer to the edge, It was like time had slowed down. With the Elder being having such powers she wouldn't put it past him to have halved how fast time was passing around them or if he had some kind of chronal control. She tried to retort about it but the thrusting of the length in her mouth made it come out as garbled moans and squeaks. Blue eyes squeezed shut as she tried to not think about the warmth of release she would receive from the experience. As she felt herself be heft from the ground a glimmer of panic struck her body, It was unexpected but not un-welcome. She was supported perfectly by the tendrils and her Master. His strong hand pressing itself into her chest, the thumping of her heart could be felt with even the slightest of touches. <br><br>Over the mental link, her voice whispered, begging Narkos <strong>"P-Please....Let me cum, Please master... I do not know if I can hold it... PLease.... PLEASE"</strong> She whispered through the static as she tried her best to supress the orgasm that threatened to consume her. <br><br>As the seconds ticked by the harder and harder it became to hold back, time slowly dripped away like the fluids that cascaded from all of her openings as the tendrils started to pulse and wriggle inside her no longer pistoning in and out. The spongy insides of her body were sensitive and worked to cause her body to convulse and buck as they both started to rotated and wriggle alternating between the two to maximise the pleasure. Muffled moans rumbled in the woman's chest and she could no longer hold back. Only a few more seconds remained before she had been allowed to let herself go but she wasn't able to make it. High pitched squeals echoed from her muffled maw and a large smile pulled as much as it could from her already strained lips. Over the mental link static started to hiss as her mind exploded into orgasm, finally the release she had been looking for. <br><br>Koen knew she had let her Master down by disobeying him but she was feeling selfish and greedy and had wanted what she wanted and had gotten it in the end. The feeling of satisfaction beamed from her as she slowly wound down from the orgasm her body kicking and flinching as nerves continued to fire as the tendrils didn't stop what they had been doing. Her eyes had closed and her head rose slightly as she drank in the afterglow of it all. <br><br><strong>"I'm sorry"</strong> She whispered over the link <strong>"I failed you"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slick and slimy [Izano and AlexieD] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izano Gensai</strong> on <strong>22-11-2016, 16:27:20</strong>
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				Sharing in the ecstatic bliss, each tendril also shivered as the telepathic slave finally crashed. Drawing from the thoughts and experiences in her mind, they began to pump an artificial fluid similar to human semen into every orifice of her body, filling each hole up to the very brim as she was set down from her suspended spit roast. As the force withdrew from each bruised entrance, Narkos simply gazed down at Koen, oozing white from her naked form in pools around her, and spoke once more in his even tone.<br><br><strong>“It was a valiant effort; I will let it pass for now. You fed me well, after all. Next time, we’ll examine your kind further and see what I can do to assist in your play.”</strong> Narkos gave the woman a small pat on the back before he stood. He had recorded the display for later reference and study, but with their link the effect was obvious. This woman was a veritable gold mine of pleasure, and all for his sake. It was like being offered a never-ending buffet and then being told it wouldn’t cost you a dime. What a stroke of luck, the ancient thought to himself, careful to isolate his casual thoughts from the telepathic link. Turning down to face her once more, Narkos had another thought, once again drawn from his scouring of her thoughts. <br><br><strong>“As a penalty, however, you must drink up as much of this mess as you can, and you are not allowed a shower or clothing until I say.”</strong> Yes, humiliation. He had picked this out of a few flings within her memories, and like all other parts of human culture, assumed it was an innocent part of their mating ritual. Though her throat had already been pumped full of the mimicking seed, Narkos issued his order all the same, ever-present pride in his voice. <br><br>Nailed it.<br><br><strong>“Come now. My slave will have to be quick on the recovery. We have places to be, after all. Let us be off.”</strong> The ancient being walked to the center of the small bridge and waited patiently, obviously not comfortable with being in a situation where he didn’t know what in the world to do. And though he shared a telepathic link with his slave, the barrage of human knowledge, society, and technology was all yet gibberish to him, and so Narkos was still under the impression that Koen had even an ounce of competence regarding this ship. Wherever they ended up, it would most likely not be where they intended. <br><br>There were likely quite a few punishments coming up.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slick and slimy [Izano and AlexieD] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlexieD</strong> on <strong>11-12-2016, 10:39:46</strong>
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				Narkos patted her on the back and she felt accomplished now that she'd received a slight amount of praise from her new master, she had felt like cumming earlier than anticipated would have ended in some kind of punishment on her part but nothing of the sort happened. She was getting ready to push herself up to her feet and get the ship ready for take off towards the ancients goal. But she was tasked with one more thing she had to do before she was allowed to change.<strong>"Thank you... My master... "</strong> She muttered over and over. <br><br>Once she was done cow towing before him as she drank up all she could the woman got to her feet and wiped her lips against the sleeve of her shirt as it hung lop sided from her narrow shoulders. <strong>"Yes my master!"</strong> She beamed up before turning to the puddle of ooze that had been splattered on the previously pristine floor. It was hard to tell the difference between the white floor and the puddles of fun the tentacles had filled every one of her orifices with. She leaned her face down and poked out her pink tongue and started to lick up the liquid. She lapped and lapped up the jisim sucking and slurping it up the best she could, Koen didn't want to miss a drip of the intoxicating stuff. <br><br>There was a sweet tang to the fluid and it made her want more and more but before the blonde knew it the floor had been licked clean. <br><br>Upon looking up Koen had noticed his retreat to the centre of the ship and promptly wiped her lips clean and tried her best to focus on the task at hand, how to plot a course. Leviathan had shown her briefly and she knew the basic jist of how to type in coordinates but what those coordinates were was another thing. She chewed her pink lips for a moment before slapping a few of the brightly lit buttons bringing up the course setting window. <br><br><strong>"Well, you said that you wanted to head towards civilisation, right well. I think it best if we head to the closest refuelling station because, well I'm not sure how far the ships auto pilot will take us, my Master. Maybe there we could trade this ship and it's contents for a ship a little more fuel efficient? Or to your liking?"</strong> She had sensed his distaste for the archaic looking - to him - ship and felt ashamed her society hadn't progressed further and developed technology more to his liking. Her finger hovered over the set course trigger as she patiently waited for his approval before moving forward. 
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