Chapter Seven

"What is this?" she asked. "Are you trying to anesthetize me? Paralyze me?"

"On the contrary, Talia," Odorin said in his measured baritone. "It will heighten your senses, not dull them. And your understanding, too. You will see things the way you did not see them before. You will see things the way I do."

The tentacle with the appendage swooped down, swaying in front of her face. Talia pulled back from it, not knowing what it now wanted from her. But her curiosity matched her fear, and she stopped pulling back. The tentacle came no closer. It kept its distance, rocking back and forth like a coiled snake. But Talia, somehow sensing Odorin's intent for the tentacle, had no sense that it would strike her.

She put a hand out, slowly, tentatively. Her hand shook, and so did she, fear and uncertainty gripping her. But curiosity pushed her hand forward. She extended a finger. Gingerly, she touched the tip of the tentacle. It, too, was coated in a moist, blue film, and when her finger touched the Tentacon her moisture mixed with his.

Talia gasped. She had an impression of bright light, all around, throwing everything into relief and highlighting details she'd never noticed. Every sense was heightened. She heard the sound coming off ripples in the water's surface that she hadn't heard before. Her nose caught scents in the misty air that had escaped her. She saw tiny pores in Odorin's rubbery skin. But the biggest impact was on her sense of touch. Her skin tingled with a new awareness of the air and water and gel against its surface, the deliciously soft sponge against her bottom, and, most of all, the electric charge coming from the top of Odorin's tentacle where it touched her finger.

She looked up from the tentacle to his face. By any human reckoning, he was hideous, a profane mix of mollusk and human, a muculent, bulbous mass quivering and oozing above her, innumerable tentacles swirling and orbiting around and over his body like the snakes of a Gorgon's head. But with her new sense she saw something else, too -- the kinship of their kinds, forged for an unknown, alien purpose and removed and separated by millions and millions of years. Despite the light years that lay between their planets, they were related. Despite their differences in form, his cells were not so different from hers. She felt his intelligence, greater than her own. She felt the strength in his body and the singularity and fixity of his purpose. And, she could not deny, she felt his masculine energy, the desire emanating from him -- desire for her. He wanted her, as much as or more than any human man had ever wanted her. His appearance was repellant, but the desire emanating from him in waves was not; it was enticing, and, in her new state, even arousing.

Talia breathed heavily on the bed, her blue-stained chest heaving and her breasts rising and falling in a fast rhythm before the Tentacon lord. Odorin's eyes widened still more, and his pupils dilated.

Two more tentacles, thin and rope-like, issued from his body and their tips kissed her shins. Talia shook her head.

I can't let this happen, she thought. She pulled her legs back and tried to crawl off the bed behind her. But the tentacles took and held her ankles, each encircling a leg four times. The grip was soft, not painful, but there was no escaping it. She tried to pry a tentacle off one ankle, but it would not budge.

"There's no need, Talia," Odorin said. "I'm not going to hurt you."

The Tentacon held her legs and the ankles, seemingly without effort, two feet apart. Talia braced herself, hands in back of her, chest out. She knew her sex was exposed to the Tentacon, and she saw his eyes sweep her body and settle its gaze between her legs.

A third tentacle pressed forward. Talia tried to close her legs. She couldn't, but she didn't need to -- at least, not yet. The tentacle snaked elsewhere: toward her face. It touched her cheek, surprising Talia with the tenderness of its caress. She closed her eyes, and for a moment, not having to look at the Tentacon's face, she could almost enjoy the brush of the tentacle against her skin.

He hadn't broken her resistance, though, so she snapped her eyes open. A film of blue goo still encased her body. The Tentacon's face remained ugly, but it wasn't as repulsive to her as it was a few minutes earlier. What struck her as odd was that she saw his face more clearly than before, not less, yet it seemed less hideous. The film over her body and the constant connection between the Tentacon's skin and her own gave her the capacity to see the Tentacon, in part, as he saw himself. And the connection was more than just physical and sensual. She'd never experienced telepathy before -- had always doubted its existence -- but she could swear she felt shadows, at least, of what Odorin felt: desire, longing, loneliness, but also a steadfast sense of purpose. She knew that whatever he had planned for her, it would be impossible to resist him.

Tentacles she hadn't noticed before snaked forward and enclosed and encircled her wrists. Now she truly was bound and under his control. Her body writhed against the restraints of his sinuous limbs, but it was hopeless to struggle against them.

Yet another tentacle approached her, twisting toward her breasts. Before it reached them, it split, and each of the tendrils from that tentacle elongated and touched a pert, dark-blue nipple. The tips were extremely thin, enough so that they could curve around the circumference of each nipple and squeeze it, softly at first, but then harder and harder. Talia felt pain, but it was as though she felt it from a distance, and it was a pleasing pain. Her breathing grew faster and more labored.

Another tentacle stretched forth, this one aiming between her legs. Talia looked down, where it was headed, and with dismay noticed her lips parted, offering the tentacle easy access to her. But instead of entering her the tip of the tentacle touched the bare mound above her clit. It inched down her skin slowly, until its tip contacted the folds of her hood, and spread them back. Her clitoris lay exposed like a pearl, blue like the rest of her, but shinier. Slowly, relentlessly, the writhing tip of the tentacle drew closer, until it contacted the nub, and Talia groaned with pleasure.

She'd never felt anything like it. No man's or woman's touch had ever lit her sex on fire the way this slimy tentacle did. She felt tiny, impossibly slender filaments from the tentacle's tip wrapping around and encasing her clit even as the blunt tip pressed over and against it. It began rubbing circles over her. Unlike human fingers, the tentacle's surface could make infinite adjustments to the contours of her body. It flattened and expanded and pressed forward against the folds and mounds of her flesh to maximize the impact of its touch.

Talia moaned. She couldn't help it. Her eyes closed, but she opened them again, wanting to catch the Tentacon's reaction to her. His body heaved and rippled as well, nearly in sync with her own. His pale, saucer eyes fixed her in a fierce, steady stare. Talia's new telepathic sense felt the waves of lust coming at her. She didn't fight them. She couldn't -- she knew she couldn't, and she didn't try. She let Odorin's waves of lust come at her and sweep over her because of the delicious spell they cast over her. Her entire body burned with fire lit by the touch of slick, twisty limbs enveloping her nude figure.

While one tentacle rubbed circles around her clit, the one near her face continued to caress her cheek. It pushed across her face, brushing her lips. Talia tried to pull back, fearing it would taste bad, but the tentacle wouldn't let her. To her surprise, the tentacle, coated in a thick, drippy gelatin, didn't taste bad at all. It pushed against her lips, and the gelatin from it oozed between her lips and teeth into her mouth. It tasted of salt and spice, but it was sweet, too. More flowed into her mouth, and she swallowed it, savoring the warmth as it entered her belly. Then the tip of the tentacle itself pushed past her lips, into her mouth, until it contacted the tip of her tongue. Tongue tip and tentacle touched and danced against each other. The tentacle retracted, and then it pressed back in. She felt the tip expand, as though the tentacle sought to imitate an engorged cock, wanting to be fellated. There was nothing she could do to stop it, so she went along, sucking the rubbery tentacle tip into her mouth when it pushed forward.

Talia had given head before, but she'd had little success in the past letting a cock push very far into her mouth without gagging furiously. The goo coming from the tentacle tip, however, seemed to sooth her mouth, making it more agreeable to the tentacle's exploration. It kept growing inside her mouth, filling it and reaching farther into it. With her mouth full of the tentacle she had to breath hard and fast through her nose. She snorted like a mare as the tentacle slid farther still along the back of her tongue to the front of her throat. She gagged at last, and goo and saliva cascaded out the sides of her mouth. Thoughts of resistance ebbed quickly as all her attention focused on the thick piece of Tentacon flesh pushing in and pulling out of her mouth. She couldn't stop gagging, but she became accustomed to it. It became a challenge to see how far she could take it. Its thickness opened her mouth wider, stretching the tendons of her jaw.

At last, after a few more cycles the tentacle pulled out of her mouth and pulled back to a few feet from her, where it traced lazy curves in the air. The tentacle on her clit never stopped. It had slowed while the other tentacle worked its way into her mouth, but now it sped up again, and before Talia knew it she felt the orgasm come on. It embarrassed her to think a repulsive mollusk-like alien was about to make her come, but she couldn't stop it.

The dam gave way and ecstasy burst forth from her sex in sharp waves, radiating from the hooded button and making every part of her body shake in turn. Her feet kicked wildly, or they tried to under the tight but sensuous grip of the Tentacon lord's tentacles.

"Aaah," she cried.

It was the sharpest and longest orgasm she'd ever felt, and her inability to touch or calm her body with her hands made it worse -- or better, depending on how she looked at it. Her body spasmed, arms and legs shaking uncontrollably and hands and feet twisting against the tentacles restraining them. She whimpered as the shaking slowly subsided.

When her eyes were able to focus she stared into Odorin's wide, unmoving eyes, staring back at her. His body heaved in tandem with hers, and she wondered if he'd been able to feel her orgasm. He didn't let go of her; his limbs still held hers firmly. She'd stopped trying to resist.

Suddenly, he lifted her off the sponge bed, into the air. She faced him, at an angle, arms behind and over her head, legs parted wide and slanting down, toward Odorin's lower body. A thick additional tentacle cradled her and held her back up to take weight off her wrists. It wrapped once around her torso, just under her full breasts. Blue gel still covered her, but Talia noticed it had come off in places, leaving her body covered in a streaky patchwork of flesh tone and blue.

Talia could not move, except to writhe against the grip of his tentacles, but she wasn't as afraid as she had been. Endorphins raced through her body as she came down from the orgasm. A wave of spent bliss swept over her. Had Odorin laid her on the bed she would have fallen asleep at once, she thought. But she knew he wasn't going to do that. She knew he wasn't done.