Re: The Straw That Broke the Scylla's Back (Nessa)
The young scylla supportively held Alora up with the more 'human' part of her body, allowing the nereid to lean on her shoulder and wrapping one arm around her waist, with the other gently settling upon her chest, giving a little show for the hesitant crewman. Initially, she found herself overcome with a mixture of irritation and detached amusement at the man's suggestion that she would actually eat him, unable to decide whether to correct the man's foolish preconceptions or to go ahead and play the part of the terrible monster from his childhood tales. Luckily, her cohort took care of that problem for her, striking fear into the heart of the sailor with a series of well-chosen words. Alora's ability to do just this was actually something of a turn-on for Nessa, who found the fearful state of these crew members to be somewhat arousing, in its own way.
All the frustration and humiliation she suffered over the years, temporarily eased by a single moment, characterized by the fear in one's eyes, that saw her would-be offenders cowering for their lives, subject to her every whim. The beautiful mamono had found this sadistic tendency to appeal to her more and more with each passing moment, as the inherent fickleness and fragility of these humans, demonstrated in part by the sailor's 180 degree turn under Alora's threats, brought a heady rush to her ego. Yes, they were indeed below her--they just hadn't realized it yet. Now, if only Nessa had the means to make the larger human populace understand, then her own fears, those of being disregarded and made light of by such pathetic creatures, would slowly erode into nothingness. That was the goal, anyway, and suddenly she felt her larger ambitions swelling. How wonderful it would be to have a legion of men, just like this one, beseeching her forgiveness, her mercy!
"Hmph... How ironic, that seafarers such as yourself never considered the true power of those whom you continued to offend, until it was far too late. But since you appear to have somehow acquired the proper sense to do the right thing and beg, I'll grant you the benefit of the doubt. So long as you address me as Mistress Nessa, from now on, that is."
She would only continue after he had called her by the title she wanted, and once more, giving him another chance, slid one of her tentacles in front of his face. If he chose to obey, and take it into his mouth, she would then go on to grant the seaman a bit of a show.
Turning her gaze towards the one next to her, Nessa leaned in and caressed Alora's face before slowly meeting the nereid's lips with her own, tilting her head slightly as she did so. While the passionate kiss itself might have caused her to inwardly blush and go weak in the tentacles, with the scylla never having expected to find such a thing with another mamono girl so utterly arousing, the blonde beauty still managed to radiate an aura of calm sexiness in front of her human spectator, determined not to let him see her emotionally affected by any degree of sexual contact. It simply wasn't like her, after all. But what he did see was this busty, cool blonde sharing a most intimate embrace with one of her fellow monster girls, pulling her in even closer as she continued to lock lips, and squishing her ample bust against that of the nereid's as she did so.
Nessa glanced sideways at the helpless man while sensually tangling tongues with Alora, giving him quite the show while he lay splayed out on the ground. The resulting erection that he would exhibit in response to this wouldn't go completely unattended, however, and the multitude of little suckers adorning the bottom of her tentacles began to suck and knead at the sailor's exposed flesh, with one limb slithering along his balls before coiling around his shaft, the thin tip of her appendage stopping to tickle the glans of the man's organ, then working its way about the rim. A bit longer and he would find her employing the pulsing suckers to place tiny 'kisses' upon the head of his cock, one at a time as her tendril made a pass at his sensitive shaft. She followed suit with both of his balls, alternating the tugging motions supplemented by the suction of the white grippers, making sure to inspire him to please her further in return, via the tentacle that was plunging in and out of his mouth. If he were to look carefully, he'd notice a gradually deepening blush forming upon the scylla's face, as well as signs of genuine arousal in her expression, even after she finally parted lips with the nereid. Still, she wasn't about to show any vulnerability in that regard, and continued to literally look down upon the crew member with disdain.
While she had made sure to tease him relatively well with the use of her eight limbs, keeping him bound down in the process, Nessa made it a point never to touch the sailor with her more 'human' aspects, such as the upper half of her body, her lovely breasts, shapely rear, and of course, that virginally tight pussy of hers, still slightly obscured by a cloth wrap she wore down below. She allowed Alora to have free reign over these parts of her body, but certainly not the human who was still pinned to the ground in front of them. No, any man desiring to even do as much as touch those aspects of her would have to earn it, perhaps by sucking on her squid parts with more gusto, for starters. "Is that all the effort you're willing to put forth? This can't be the extent of how much you wish to please your mistress, is it?" asked Nessa, putting on an exaggerated look of disappointment, though it wasn't too far from the truth. All the while, she continued to jerk him off with her tentacles, the slick extensions of her body squirming all about his genitals to bring him closer to closer to climax. "Mm, you might reach your limit soon. Where would you like to cum, you sad little man? I'll just have you ejaculate on your own face if you don't work a little harder to make me feel good," she added, wriggling the tentacle in his mouth afterwards to suggest that he try a bit harder.
The night could end early for the sailor if he didn't immediately show signs of heartfelt eagerness in his servicing for the sake of his mistress and her cohort--or, on the other hand, it could turn into a long, involved and considerably more pleasurable affair, should he put forth honest effort.