Just as surprised as he was, he could have sworn that he saw a look of triumph, determination, and 'serves-you-right' attitude appear on the girl's face. This was in realization that somehow, the girl had a small plan all along, and as she went she improvised according to the situation.

Still, it was worth it to have a few minute's glimpse of the pink nipples and firm breasts that he knew she had.

Even though the girl had managed to extract him from atop her, the demon was relentless. Landing he quickly scrambled to his feet and tried teleporting, but it seemed his powers were at a conk here. He shifted, alright, but it was a few more feet farther away from the girl, when it was that he thought to move forward. He grew annoyed at what was happening, as it seemed this place was working to the favor of the girl, although she was trapped in here as well.

The water served as a foil for his plans as the girl triumphantly scrambled onto it. He screamed in annoyance, although in this state of drunken arousal he would let no boundaries stop him, not even water.

The smoke started rising as he jumped straight in, the reaction spontaneous. If this is the only way to get his desires fulfilled, then, so be it.

Anne ran, water flying in all directions as she pushed her way deeper into the water. In the back of her head she was well aware that she didn't have anywhere to hide, and that the safety of water was likely a mere illusion but she drove on regardless.

Taking a brief glance back she saw the demon enter the water behind her, steam instantly forming around him. Again, the distant part of her mind still capable of thought realised thats where the earlier mist was from but this bit of information did little to help her paniced state.

With a panicked squeak she pushed herself further and faster into the water, deep enough for her hands to help pull herself through the water.

This has got to instantly stop, as he was getting delirious and punch-drunk with lust that he can't even think straight anymore. He was slowly degenerating into one of his minions in this state, and that wasn't good.

Slowly, the water turned into steam around him, before he went invisible again, and waded right in. Not a good move, though. He was already so deep in the water that it bubbled around him. Still, he felt a kind of triumphant jubilation inside...she cannot fully swim across the deep water. He can. He can also try and adapt himself to what limited powers he could use to his advantage.

Slowly, he moved through the water, bubbles forming around wherever the water got into contact with his skin. He used his horned tail as a propeller to move through, looking for a faint silhouette of the girl. She was some paces ahead of him, frantically padding through the water, as if she would outrun him for good if she tried her hardest to escape.

Oh, she was getting tastier as time moved slowly on.

She pushed her body through the water, legs beginning to mill the water behind her to help propel her at speed away from the hulking creature behind her.

She hadn't, however, reckoned for the fact that her top was no longer secured and as she started to push herself horizontally through the water it gave up its attachement to her and peeled off, tangling her legs.

She lost valuable moments as she untangled it, submerging briefly as she got it off her legs and she began swimming again. In her struggle to free herself she saw the bubbling water approaching her at an impressive rate, a cloud of steam following it.

Her eyes widened as she saw further proof of the impossible and she began to swim as hard as she could away, the remains of her swimming cosy forgotten, looped around her hand.

She was slowly being unwrapped, the water aiding the hungry demon, as if he was manipulating it. He did no such thing, in truth...he was just being calm, collected, his normal routine being his normal routine. He was looking for a way in, and he found it as the swimsuit of the girl went from being an accessory to a hindrance.

She failed to gauge the possibility of the suit being the reason for her helpless situation. Try as she might to escape him, he was in no mood of letting her go. She was like a wounded doe now, trying to escape the hapless wolf who would devour her as soon as catch her. He was doing what he was best at---stalking.

While the steam, bubbles, and hissing were obvious giveaways, there were more ways to make it into an assistance rather than a hindrance. Lilitu slowly tried flailing around while swimming, in an effort to make the steam and bubbles go everywhere. Misdirection. It was one of the keys to making sure that the girl's downfall will be quick; swift, and delicious.

He tried doing it first, directing his tail away from his body while trying to gather as much water as he can with his hands.

The misdirection went completely unnoticed as Anne swam without a backwards glance. She aimed for the fat side of the lake that she could just about see, hoping that the red skinned demon would decide that she wasn't worth it and would head away, or even better that the boiling she saw was an adverse reaction of some time.

Although, this was a distant hope and her desire was simply to get away. Strength flowed through her limbs and she continued swimming, pushing herself cleanly through the water not looking back until she at least started to get tired. She resisted the temptation to look behind, wanting to put everything she could into swimming, although in doing so she could feel the skin of the back of her neck crawl.

Things weren't going in the way he had planned so. Hoping to maybe trap the girl, he'd tried to move this way and that, although the infernal bubbles and the cursed steam wouldn't let up. It wouldn't move right, either, and he had more of a hard time in water than he thought. It was actually making his skin feel hurt, and he wanted to move out soon as he'd jumped. But he wanted to make everything worth it. He would, in just a few moments.

He hadn't noticed that the chase had bought them within striking distance of the other side of the lake. Her terrified swimming had bought them to this side, and somehow she looked like she would outrun the demon. However, his lust fueled his determination even more. He wouldn't let up, he matched her paddle for paddle, wade for wade. He would gain up little by little, up until she threatened to jump out of the water like a freaking flying fish.

He would not let that happen. With a sudden burst of strength coupled with panic, he would shoot through the water like a torpedo, albeit uncharacteristic for a demon in an element that wasn't his strength. And as she finally broke the surface of the water, good enough for her to sprint, at the last moment the demon's hand made contact with one of her ankles. He gripped it with enough force to get her face down on the sand.

By the time Anne had swam the entire length of the lake her arms were burning and she was close to exhaustion. She had swum harder and further than she had ever managed before and she was grateful that it was almost over.

The only problem is that steam cloud that she knew heralded the huge red skinned demon hadn't disappeared and was still behind her. It was that which had driven her forward as far as she had. In truth, she was out of ideas. She had tried outswimming, and she had tried outrunning. Neither had worked. Her last option was fighting but she needed her feet on solid ground for that especially as she really didn't want to drown.

She regretted a moment that she had swum so far, exhausting herself for no gain. But how could she know? Almost resigned she forced herself through those last few meters, getting her feet onto the sandy ground and running the last few steps before she was going to turn around.

She didn't get the chance as the demon, who had closed the distance unnoticed reached out, grabbing her foot and sending her face first into the ground.

As she fell, she twisted, landing on side. Her free foot kicked out blindly, hoping to connect with the demons head but even as she kicked she realised that there was almost no power to it. She was exhausted and belatedly she realised that even fighting she had no chance. Drawing on her last reserves of energy though she kicked again.

Her kick wasn't one of the most spot-on she delivered, but for some reason, it hit home---the demon appeared all of a sudden, clutching what looked like his face, where the girl had hit. Yet for some reason as well, he was smiling. How he could afford to smile after such a vicious hit, no one knew. All he knew was that the girl was running out of steam, and he was somehow getting to where he wanted to be.

With no where to go, the demon once again blocked all possible escape routes. The girl had nowhere to go this time.

" Why do you even bother to resist?" he said, speaking in more of a leering tone. " Do I have to tell you many more times? We're stuck here, and we have to pass...the time..."

All the while, while talking, the demon was looking at her impressive breasts. The way they heaved up and down as the girl drew breath, you would think she was doing this deliberately. Deliberately, to make the demon want to do her in broad daylight, and on the sandy banks of the lagoon.

She felt the impact but looking down her body the grin on that face didn't falter. She sat up, trying to right herself as her mind frantically searched for options. With her foot anchored in place by the demon and with no energy left she found she didn't have many. It did however almost seem that the Demon was hurting a little, which was some small hint of satisfaction to the exhaused student.

As the demon spoke though he didn't look at her face, instead, following his gaze she realised that he was simply staring at her naked breasts which in her tiredness she hadn't covered. With her panic and the long swim she had also almost forgotten the detail of what the demon wanted with her, her mind being focused on running, or pushing herself through the water. The sight of the demon staring openly at her made her...

Before she thought about it hot anger lent a burst of energy to her and she lent forward, her hand slapping the demon as hard as she could before covering herself. The strangeness of the action was so strange it made her want to laugh, disbelief at everything flowing through her.

He was fairly excited about the way things have been working out. There have been no problems at all, so far, and so far, his skin had started repairing itself once he got out of the water.

His hold on the girl's ankles rivaled that of a crab trying to secure it's prey. He had pretty much an idea of what to do when the girl tires. It's the same idea that he's had all along. Pretty much, the girl would put up a big fight. Obviously, he would win. In this place it's how everything worked, but that's not the detail that he wanted to delve into.

It's what happened after he won that would count.

Things were much easier now that she'd lost her balance. It was much easier to control what she was doing right now. She would be annoyed as hell and his earlier efforts at tempering her indignation would be put to waste, but this was what he could do at the moment. There was nothing else he could do anyhow, seeing as this place seemed to control even his power. He was pretty much in the dark on this one, but somehow, it all would work out.

Her annoyance and helplessness all contributed to give him the surprise of the decade: a slap.

He was surprised too, but all the same, he was amused. What was it that led to that?

The sound of the slap echoed loudly in the stillness and for a second, no-one moved.

Anne sat there, her chest heaving as she looked at the demon.

The demon lay there, a look of surprise clear on his inhuman face with his hand still securing her foot.

*Snrk*

The sound broke the silence. It was the beginnings of a laugh from Anne, brought on by simply too much. She had lost her prized swimming costume, ran for ages, seen and fought something that couldn't exist and could even turn invisible, swam across an entire lake and now she lay here with that demon that wanted to pass the time with her, that simply couldn't get enough of her hated chest and also wanted to fuck her "to pass the time".

It was too much. The complete insanity of it all was epitomised by the slap she had just given something that could have broken her in half in a hearbeat. The look of surprise on his face. Everything.

The sound lengthened, and because a giggle, followed by a laugh and within second Anne was laughing, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't tell herself if she was crying or laughing or simply hysterical and at that moment she wasn't even certain where the differences were. As she laughed, her breath came in huge lungfulls that sounded like sobs and she held her sides as she shook with laughter. With no energy left to fight, to run and with everything else she couldn't help but laugh at the complete helplessness of her situation. The complete futility of all that she had done. All that effort... It was like some cosmic joke and she was the punchline. Transported to a lake with a demon who wanted to rape her.... Perhaps she should just let him have his way? What about if he brought a nice glass of wine and a picnic first? After all, it was a lovely beach!

Her laughter became louder and it echoed around the beach at that image. She simply couldn't help herself.

While the laughter was maniacal, almost dazed and almost crying, the demon became even more suprised.

This was not what he had expected, nor what he had planned at all. She simply stopped fighting, and resigned herself to the fact that, yes, there might even be no escaping this madness at all. The madness of it all seems to have conquered her as well, and off she goes, madly laughing to the point of almost crying herself. She was going crazy, and he was being a witness.

In what he's seen and heard so far, things like this don't happen on the island. The screams of trying to escape were followed soon by screams of pleasure and forced ecstasy. And even forced, those screams forced him to seek out prey of his own. But this was the first time he'd encountered this, on this place: insanity. Madness. Sense of self deprived. It was normal back in his own realm, since basically that was what happened there (usually). But it never happened here. Never did, though he expected it never would.

But here he was face to face with it. Madness in human form, and he was caught unawares, still...

The joy of her finally succumbing to the madness of it all escaped. In a mind-wrenching scene, he laughed back equally, maniacally, a laughter of success as he slowly let go of her ankles. There was no escape: what was he thinking? He equaled the laughter with loud, dark guffaws of success, of the thoughts of what he was about to do, what was about to happen.

There are many strange sights in Shokushu. Aliens of every walk of life from the stars. Figments of dreams become real. Beings from other dimensions. Places that appear only when no-one is there. Lakes that have a sentience of their own.

But, should someone have walked around the lake that has no name, that doesn't exist on any map then they might have seen a small black haired student sobbing with laughter, sat, not running and seemingly unrestrained across from a huge demon that dwarfed her, who was in turn laughing, his booming voice carrying across the still waters.

Where did the laughter come from? Was it the sound of a young mind breaking? Something in the air that affected human and demon alike? A present from the lake itself, a gift for swimming its length?

Annes laughter came in huge sobs as she held her sides, for the moment not even seeming to notice that her leg was free and she could run. Her breath came in huge sobs as she shook.

So the laughter continued booming throughout the woods. The laughter of a person who just broke, and the triumphant...but eerie...laughter of a person..a..who was enjoying himself. Quite the scene, actually.

Still it emerged as a battle of some sort. A battle of wits. It was to see who could sustain the maniacal and seemingly insane laughter, who could make their madness the top of it all. Was it going to be the girl? It was as if she'd abandoned all pretense of hope and sense, and laughter seemed like the most natural thing to her. It wasn't only laughter, though. Tears streamed down her eyes, a general feeling of heaviness about her form. She was holding herself...seemingly cold. It was as if she was willing herself to feel warm, though maybe somewhere there was a cruel, cruel coldness.

Coldness that wasn't felt by the demon, though. Oh, no. He was real, real warm. Warm with lust and a vibrant energy that he'd finally caught his prey unawares. And now, it was time to play with her...broken mind. Trickery.

He stood up, silent, walked over the girl, and slowly placed his arm around her and...caressed a bare arm.