Finally, the dress fell to the floor, unveiling Ayla's natural glory, for Nobo's eyes to feast upon. As if realizing her show of fertility to him was still being hindered by a flimsy piece of clothing, she hooked her thumbs into the waist-band of the thong and started to slide it down while maintaining a constant eye contact with him using her lusty gaze. The last piece of clothing also joined the floor and she carefully stepped out of it while being careful not to get the lacy material tangled on her high-heels as she walked up to him.
Free of all hindrances, Ayla stood proud and, with a beautiful smile, presented her naked voluptuous body to Nobo. Her eyes, once again, scanned down his masculine body, appreciating his bulk of well-defined muscles that mesmerized her feminine senses. Finally when her gaze reached his loins, she realized that his manhood was now standing erected in salutation for the erotic beauty her body was radiating. The mere view of his bizarre, but captivating, manhood was a more than enough incentive for her to be overwhelmed with wanton lust and fall to her knees in front him to observe the manly member at eye-level.
As if bound by a spell, Ayla's slender fingers began to wrap around Nobo's thick shaft, savoring the girth and hardness of it. She looked up at his face in a form of assurance and permission, and saw fires of lust emanating from his intense eyes. While maintain their visual connection, she slowly opened her mouth and started run the softness of her tongue and lips along the underside of his, now pulsing, manhood. At the feeling of receiving such a warm administration for his pleasure-wand for the first time, Nobo looked up and let out a throaty moan, indulging himself in the sensation that was about to elevate him into adulthood.
Treating Nobo's moan as an encouragement, Ayla started to pleasure him with her oral skills, with the knowledge that, soon, she would be welcoming the gigantic organ within her soft-walls to her fertile depths. The very thought was enough to encourage her loins to sodden with anticipation for the ultimate pleasure: the pleasure she was addicted for; the pleasure that had made her give up everything else in her life; the pleasure that was making her act like a nymphomaniac, on her knees, mindlessly lapping at a manhood to hasten the fucking she was about to receive. Then a thought came to her: when did she actually become such a mindless nymphomaniac.
Suddenly, Ayla felt as if she had awaken from a dream. She asked the question to herself again: when did she become the mindless sexual object she was at that moment? It was true that she was addicted to the pleasure she had felt with Boris, but even at that time, she carried some dignity with her and always had partial control of her thoughts. But this was something entirely different from that; before she even knew what was happening, she had been turned into an animal with thoughts only about breeding. She did desire to be sexually dominated, but she didn't plan on or desired to lose herself completely like this. The feeling of devolving into a sexual creature was alien and frightening to her.
Back in her sane-state, Ayla realized that it was all due to her new mating partner; she remembered that all the changes in her mind started from the moment she was baptized by his telepathic ability. She marveled at his super-ability to manipulate her mind, but at the same time, she realized that she wasn't actually prepared for something deep and alien as that. In her clear mind, she decided that the best course of action was to go back, talk with Lisa and try to mentally prepare herself to venture into the deep-end that Nobo was presenting her.
Ayla wasn't aware that while surfing deep in her thoughts, she had stopped ministering oral pleasure on Nobo's manhood. And after tasting a bit of forbidden fruit, he was getting impatient while waiting for the pleasure to continue. Trying to take things into his own hands for the first time, he put a hand on her head trying to direct her head back toward his loins.
At the feeling of a hand gently urging her head toward the intimidating cock, Ayla broke out from her deep thought process and was greeted by the bizarre looking glans. She felt a little repulsed by the odd texture of it, but at the same time, that repulsiveness added fuel to her illicit desires. Right then, she saw something that she thought was her imagination, but when it happened again, she pushed her head against his hand to take a better look at it. The meat stick in her hand came alive and, the end-half of it, started moving. It wasn't a big movement, but it seemed to her as if he was able to, voluntarily or involuntarily, slightly bend the penis in different directions. Suddenly, she realized that that small movement could open-up whole new dimension of pleasure to women and kept looking at it, mesmerized by the unnatural properties of the instrument she held in her hand.
Then Ayla remembered that she should put a stop to things before they get out of hand and consult with Lisa about the strange things she had experienced; Lisa's explanation didn't include the part about total mental manipulation. Ayla was a type of person who preferred to know the depth of water, before jumping in.
"Nobo, I'm sorry, let's go back. I have to see Lisa," Ayla said while trying to stand up as if she was in a hurry.
The truth is, part of Ayla's mind and her whole body screamed to indulge herself in the blurry mist of carnal pleasures, and the rational part of her mind screamed to get out of that room and avoid the unknown. Fearing that she would, soon, succumb to her base desires, she hurried to get up and leave the room. But when she finally let go of his manhood and turned around to walk away, she felt a tight grip around her wrist, keeping her from walking away from Nobo. Knowing that it should be his strong hands that was stopping her, she turned around and looked at his face to explain him once again.
When Ayla's gaze met Nobo's, she immediately realized that there was a major change in his yellow eyes. She could see that there was a fire burning within his gaze, and they looked more bestial than before; at that movement, they reminded her of the wanton stare his father had possessed whenever he was overtaken by desire. She immediately realized that the gentle giant was turning into a violent one, and she has to quickly make a decision. But before she could utter another word, she was swiftly lifted up into the air and, in a moment, she let out a little cry when she felt an impact and found herself, face up, on the bed, with her legs dangling down.
Startled by being thrown on to the mattress, Ayla quickly tried to sit up, but Nobo's hand quickly grabbed on to her slender neck and kept her head pressed on to the soft surface. Realizing that there was no use in physically struggling with the huge guy, she laid still, trying to calm her nerves; if he was hell bent of having sex right then, she didn't intend make it a rape. When her eyes opened, they found Nobo's intense eyes looking back at them from inches above hers. She immediately felt a powerful mental force trying to intrude into her mind. She realized that unlike the first time which she was taken by surprise, since she expected it, she could now resist the mental intrusion. Still, that didn't stop the feeling of Nobo's mind probing around hers, trying to find an entry-point to penetrate it; this was an extremely alien and uncomfortable sensation to her; therefor, instinctively, her mind resisted the foreign intrusion.
While Ayla was dealing with the mental intrusion attempt, she closed her eyes expecting to avoid looking at Nobo's, guessing that might ease the pressure that was being put on her mind. But the lack of vision didn't help her any better, and the mental probing went on as she started to reallocate most of her attention to her head. This allowed her to add more mental resistance, but failed to notice Nobo's hand leaving her neck to grab the back of her knees to lift and push them against the softness of her huge breasts, spreading her long, shapely legs to reveal her, moist, delicate petals of womanhood, in the process.
Ayla let out a surprised gasp when she felt the first genital contact as the, grotesque, penile glans pushed aside her wet folds and started putting pressure on to the entrance. Her body badly needed and desired the penetration, but when her attention went to the pleasure in the loins and got distracted, in time with the physical penetration, the mental intrusion started to penetrate her mind. Almost in pain, she weakly pushed her delicate hands against Nobo's chest and moaned loud as she lost her mental virginity. But as his thick shaft sank further into her sodden sheath, she felt her mind also starting to stretch and accept the intruder. The more penetration she endured, the weaker her resolve became and the more intense her desires became. Combined with the maddening physical pleasure that came from being filled by a thick and long manhood, the mental penetration started to generate its own distinct pleasure, and she felt the initial discomfort starting to turn into something unique, beautiful and addictive.
When Nobo finally buried his whole length into his beautiful mate's heavenly depths, Ayla gave up holding on to her sanity and let him completely to take over her mind. At that moment, her eyes rolled back into her head and took in a loud inhale as a whole new dimension of pleasure opened-up and started to flood her mind with incomparable pleasure. Combined with the pleasure that had being building in her loins, she let out an unfeminine howl and started to shake violently as she became the first ever woman to experience the pinnacle of carnal pleasure: the mental orgasm.