Now on the ground again, Tiffany crossed one arm across her exposed chest in a half-hearted and ineffectual gesture of modesty. She held up the noticeably shaky index finger of her other hand in response to Slarr's observation as if to sign to him, "Hold on a second, I'm going to answer you but I need to catch my breath first..."

The trembling blonde student could barely stand on her unsteady legs. Her thighs were pressed tightly together and rubbing back and forth against each other slightly. Whether this was an effort to hold back the flood of chemically induced arousal the drug had caused or a reflexive attempt to physically satisfy the urgent sexual need rythmically pulsing so insistently through her hyper-sensitive, overstimulated sex was unclear.

"Nnnhhhh... n-nonsense... h-had him... aaahhhh.... r-right wh-where... I wanted h-h-him..."

Looking over at him, Tiffany actually managed to throw an embarrassed half-grin of amusement at her little joke in Slarr's direction before her expression changed into a grimace of tortured desperation as the agonizing arousal continued to wrack her body.

"Thank you... aahhh... f-for... s-saving me... ooohhhhh..."

If she had more she wanted to say, the thought went unfinished as Tiffany just stood there trembling, biting her lower lip as she tried to hold back her lustful moans. She would not have imagined such a level of arousal was even possible. Every inch of her ached to be touched so badly it hurt. She felt hot enough to burst into flame. Even the barely perceptible touch of the very air around her, caressing her naked skin, felt like the kisses of a lover.

She covered her breasts with both hands now, and again, it was unclear if the simple gesture was mere modesty or if she was intentionally touching herself in a purposefully sexual manner. In either case, the feel of her palms against the sensitive nubs of her painfully erect nipples made Tiffany moan loudly, arching her back and letting her eyes drift almost closed. She seemed stuck in that awkward position... her ankles apart but her knees almost touching as she tried to keep her thighs together, slightly bent at the waist with her back arched in helpless, mind-numbing arousal, her palms pushed firmly against her stiff, throbbing nipples... as she tried to fight the overwhelming effects of the aphrodisiac.



Tiffany could feel the tingling, electric arousal that was coursing through her rising towards it's peak. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She could feel a massive orgasm building inside her, an orgasm not solely confined within the hot, molten depths of her slick, dripping wet sex. She could feel it everywhere... every inch of her quivered with blissful vibrations of pleasure... as if every cell in her body was about to explode in orgasmic ecstasy.

"Aaahhhhh...
Hhhhnnnnhhh...
oohhhh...
Oohhh God...
Oohhh... FUCK!
AAHHH... AAHHH...AAHHH..."

All Tiffany could do was stand there, trembling and moaning as she struggled not to cum, trying hard to regain some semblance of control over her body...

“Is that so?” Slarr smirked then looked back at the path Tinman took in departure. Not once had either of them talked about an antidote. These things ran there course. Then again, Slarr was more interested in seeing her under the effects of that drug.

Whatever the chemical mixture was it was unlike the stuff that he had Ania bring back to him on occasion. Just because he never left the planet Slarr still had his resources. And a few things tucked away. He kept apprised of what was going on and had a few minor investments that he was still cashing in on. Nothing substantial but it allowed him to get this and that when he had the need or desire for something.

Lemon yellow eyes regarded her in the throes of the drug. He shook his head.

“Oh I only helped you out of selfish reasons. Could you imagine the size of it's 'collection device'. Why I'm willing to bet that the damage would have been repaired but you'd be absent from the island for some time. A prolonged stay at medical at least.


“You'd be out of circulation for a few days I suspect.” He would have simply watched on in most cases. Prior to he, Birch and Thudd splitting it was his job to chase victims into the others. Sometimes he even joined in when the victims were blonds. Since he could go places that a walking tree or giant couldn't go he ferreted out victims. Far more often than not he saved the blonds to himself. With the others he always went last an Thudd had a habit of stretching his victims out to the point it wasn't much fun.

Still there were times were the pickings were slim. Alas Thudd went up and died. As for Birch he grew a conscious. Occasionally he hunted with Ania when she was on planet.

“I forgot to ask how long this drug would last,” he took one of her wrists peeling her arm away from her chest. Slarr gazed longingly at the erect nipple then touched it. His index finger circling about it in one direction then the other.

“I suppose I could keep an eye out for nefarious individuals. But I suppose that would be tough with you putting on a show.”

He pushed her back against a tree. His eyes locked with hers. “Unless you feel as if you can handle these effects and make it back to your dorm.” With her as aroused as she was he doubted that she would make it far before something pounced on her. That aroma was exquisite.

Tiffany didn't harbor any illusions about her relationship with Slarr. She had a great deal of respect for her demonic mentor's sly, cunning intellect and couldn't help but be impressed by his uncanny resourcefulness, but she was fully aware that he was a rather selfish sort of creature and that the underlying motovation for everything he did, including all of his wily deal making, was to further his own self-interests. Even so, he had held up his end of their agreement in an admirable, if less than honorable, manner. So, when Slarr took hold of her wrist and peeled her hand away from her chest, Tiffany thought for a moment that he meant to lead her to safety or assist her back to where her clothes laid strewn about where the robot had haphazardly discarded them.

When instead, he stretched out a clawed finger and pressed it against the stiff, sensitive bud of her erect nipple before beginning to circle around it lightly, Tiffany let out a long, shuddering moan, the effects of the aphrodisiac amplifying the sensation to an unimaginable level.

"HHuunnhhh... aaahhhhnnn..."

Tiffany grabbed Slarr's wrist and held on like her life depended on it as her knees buckled from the sudden rush of pleasure that washed through her at the feel of that circling finger on her swollen, rock-hard nub. A flood of hot, slippery love nectar trickled down her thighs as her body trembled and shook with spasms of toxic, chemically enhanced lust.

The drug was unlike anything Tiffany had ever felt before. When Slarr pushed her up against the tree and asked if she thought she could make it back to her dorm, she knew he was teasing her... making fun of her failure. She could barely stand... he already knew she wouldn't get very far in the state she was in. She should be mad at him for even asking such a ridiculous question, but... he was looking at her so intensely... almost hungrily... and as she gazed deeply into those burning yellow eyes, her body in such heat... suddenly, all she could think about was the dream she had had of him last night while under the influence of the magic book.

He had had her pinned down, clawed hands gripping her thighs, holding her legs apart as his long, prehensile tongue lashed at her swollen clit and wriggled into the slick, wet heat of her silken depths. And she was so close... right on the edge of an incredible orgasm... much like the one she could feel building up inside her now...

Tiffany tried to answer Slarr's question, but she was biting her lower lip again in a gesture of helpless arousal as the erotic images flooded her mind, so she shook her head slowly back and forth instead... no, she couldn't handle it. And when she finally did try and speak, what came out was more moaning than talking...

"Nnnnhhhh... n-no... c-can't... oohhhhh.... oohhhh God... I.... aaahhh..... so hot.... aahhhh.... aahhhh..."

Slarr arched a brow. A grin touched his lips as his student attempted to speak. Of course he concluded that she wasn't attempting to resist but rather agreeing with his statement. He peaked over his shoulder then looked back at her.

“Is that so?”

He pulled on her arm leading her away on wobbly legs. He was flying … sort of … his body was more smoke than it was solid. His wings broke up whenever they grazed against her. His hold on her wrist was solid. He appeared as a smoky silhouette of himself.

Drifting toward the river he touched down. The scent of burnt toast melting away as he became solid in whole. He still lead her on into the river that she failed to reach earlier.

As if in an after thought he made a gesture extinguishing what was left of the fire that had been burning all the while. He must have exerted some control over it since it had not spread far. But only now did he remember it as he saw that wall of flame as he spun around facing her.

Water collecting around her thighs. Deeper he lead her until she was waist deep. A hand hidden by the water rubbed between her thighs smoothly rippling over her sex. His thumb caressing her clit. At the same time his tail wound around a thigh as it climbed upward.

Letting go of her wrist he cupped her breast. “Hot?” He shook his head at that. At least she wasn't as hot as he was. Of course with his ability to control flame and heat he was capable of adjusting his own body temperature. Of course she was warmer than the average human right now.

“The river isn't helping at all. I wonder, what could ...” he teased even as a pair of his fingers barely pushed into her sex. Going only as deep as his first knuckle his fingers curled and uncurled as they touched against those soaked walls.

Tiffany placidly allowed herself to be led toward the river, still thinking that maybe Slarr was trying to help her, hesitating only briefly as she realized that Slarr meant to actually walk her into the water. She didn't protest however, thinking that maybe it would help cool down the feverish arousal blazing within her.

When Slarr's hand, hidden beneath the water, suddenly moved between her thighs, his fingers pressing against her heated slit and his thumb brushing lightly across her swollen, throbbing clit, Tiffany convulsed as if she were being electrocuted... 50,000 volts of pleasure crashing through her like a white-hot thunderbolt. A series of short, gasping moans, wavering from the hitches in her spastic and unsteady breathing escaped Tiffany's parted lips.

"Hunhhh... haahhh... aahhh... aahhh... aahhh..."

Tiffany groped blindly at Slarr's arms and shoulders, her eyes rolling back in her head from the blissful sensations washing over her, instinctively seeking something to hold on to as the spasms of agonizing ecstasy wracked her body. Slarr's tail, coiling around her thigh, actually helped keep her on her feet.

His hand let go of her wrist, moving instead to the soft swell of one heaving breast, and her nipple was like a warm stone as it pushed firmly into the dark flesh of his palm. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest that that stiff, erect nub seemed to pulse and throb in time with her racing heartbeat as it pressed against his hand.

Tiffany vaguely realized in her pleasure-soaked mind that Slarr was teasing her again as he asked about her feeling hot and shook his head at her, and a spark of anger flared up inside her at the thought. The smug bastard was going to take advantage of her vulnerable situation... again.

Tiffany tried to tell him what a cowardly cheater and what a vile, dishonorable opportunist he was, but she was so... distracted... by the feel of his clawed hands and his prehensile tail on her body, that when she opened her mouth to speak, all that came out was more of those soft, lustful moans.

When Slarr's fingers pushed between Tiffany's tight, pink netherlips, it was like pushing through the skin of an over-ripe peach that had been baked in an oven... hot and soft and slippery... bursting with sugary sweet nectar. Even beneath the cool, flowing water of the river, he could feel how hot she was inside... so wet and slick.

"AAAAHHHHHNNNNNmmmmfffff!"

Tiffany screamed as those fingers slipped ever so slightly into her dripping honeypot, her own hands latching tightly on to Slarr's shoulders to keep herself from collapsing. Slarr was not unfamiliar with this blonde student's body, but he was surprised at the way her clenching sex clamped down so tightly and so powerfully around his probing digits, as though trying to suck his fingers in deeper. He thought again that it would be interesting to have a few samples of this drug in his possession for future experimentation...

Tiffany buried her face against the side of his neck halfway through her helpless cry of pleasure and reflexively... she bit him. The bite was clearly too soft to be an attack, but in her frenzied state, it was also a little hard for a typical love bite. Almost as if in apology, she dragged her tongue over the spot, like an animal licking a wound, and then bit him again, softer this time, moaning against his neck as she pulled lightly at his dusky flesh with her teeth...

Indeed he was an opportunistic. However, it did beat the alternative since he could have just left her to make her own way back. Of course he couldn't pass up on this either. Did he know about that aphrodisiac in advance? No, but suffice it to say he would use that drug.

His stinger scrapped against her leg without puncturing it. Alas he had no poison. Being able to inject that aphrodisiac had promise he considered. Especially with how wet and tight he found her. She was crushing those fingers that pressed inside her. Gathering up that nectar as he played with her again.

His attention drawn away from the rock hard pebble he was playing with when feeling her bit. Hard but not hard enough to brake the surface of his skin. He would have transformed into smoke before she got that far. His hand drew away from her nipple working through those blond locks.

He nearly pulled to jerk her head back only to feel her ease up. Using her tongue then biting him again softer than before. He released her hair. His hand trailing down her back, vanishing beneath the water and cupping her ass. The tips of his claws pricking her like tiny needles as he held them close.

His fingers moved inside her almost lifting her up when his knuckles knock against her. They rotate too. First a half circle to the right. Then the left. He gradually increases the pace. The rising scent of burnt toast hits the air as most of his lower body transforms.

The water grows warmer with the control he has over temperature. Vapor rises up from the surface swirling around her. It feels semi solid as it adheres to her skin yet offers up no resistance to either of their movements. This allows his hand to trail down from her ass grasping the back of her leg and lifting it up to his hip.

Slarr hovers before her without so much as flapping his wings which have transformed. Where they had been two half rings of smoke circle around to her back. The ends becoming hands that snake beneath her arm pits to grope at her breasts. Fingers roll over those hard nipples.

Then as he grasps her breasts she is made aware of the full extent that he can mold that smoky body of his. Mouths on his palms cap her breasts sucking on them even as he rolls his hands over her breasts. Tiny tongues lick at her. Tiny teeth bit her back tugging against those nipples with little nips.

“Perhaps you need something more substantial Miss Sterling. Your temperature is still running high.”

Biting and licking at Slarr's neck hadn't been fully intentional on Tiffany's part. The effects of the aphrodisiac had heightened her state of arousal to an unnaturally high level, far beyond anything that would be physically possible under normal circumstances. When he slid his fingers into the boiling cauldron of her overstimulated sex, she had cried out, and subconsciously, she pressed her lips against his neck to stifle that cry. The bite was a reflexive reaction to the wave of impossibly intense pleasure that crashed over her. But the intimacy of the act excited some part of her drug addled mind, so she had instinctively licked at his dusky flesh, unable to resist her lustful urges, before biting him again.

When his hand cupped her ass and pulled her tightly against him, just the heat of his skin against her own made her moan loudly, her eyes closing and her back arching as her nails dug into the dark skin of his shoulders, struggling to hold herself up.

"Ohhhh... aahhhh... hhhaahhnnn..."

She was trembling so badly it was like her entire body was vibrating. His fingers continued to move inside her, twisting now as they plunged in and out of that hot, tight, eager channel faster and harder and deeper, and he was fascinated by the way her inner walls were clenching so tightly around those thrusting digits, clamping down with such intense pressure, then suddenly opening up for a brief moment before clamping down again as if sucking at them, pulling them deeper into that slick, wet heat. Tiffany could only stand there shaking and gasping, her lustful moans growing louder and longer as the agonizing pleasure drove her quivering body helplessly closer toward a soul crushing orgasm. Her mind flooded with erotic images of all the times Slarr had brought her to climax, both real and imagined, willing or not.

"Oohhhhhh.... oohhhhh... aaahhhhh..."

When Slarr's wings formed into that new set of hands, cupping her breasts from behind, the tiny mouths set into the palms sucking and nipping at her painfully erect nipples, Tiffany shuddered and cried out again, her eyes snapping open both from her surprise at this previously unknown talent of his and from the excruciating pleasure that lanced through her at the sensation. As she opened her eyes, she found herself staring deep into the blazing yellow fire of Slarr's own eyes. Gazing into those radiant orbs, hot and wet and aroused beyond measure, her mind filled with dark, erotic images, his fingers thrusting so hard and deep inside her, hands cupping her breasts as those strange mouths sucked and bit and teased her stiff nipples... it was too much to take. Reality seemed to unravel around her as a sudden mist seemed to cloud her vision until all she could see were those yellow eyes burning into her.

When he spoke to her, making a comment about something more substantial and her temperature, Tiffany saw his mouth moving, but the voice she heard was inside her head. It was still Slarr's voice, but it was the voice of a memory or a dream...

"...MY slut..." was what she heard.

"AAHHHHHH! Oohhhhhh... ohhh God... I... oohhh... I'm gonna cum... Omigod... AAHHH! I'm gonna cum... oh god oh god oh god oh god.. oohhhh... oohhhh... oohhhh..."

Reshaping his body was more of an effort. Something he rarely did since the areas that he transformed had to be constantly shaped. If put to the test these areas had been in flux. The pressure was solid yet wielded against any real exertion. Like jello. Her own touch could squeeze through those reshaped wings if she exerted to much pressure on them.

Though he could stretch out his limbs normally. Instead of stretching in the typical sense the limb would be solid attached to his mass by a wispy strand of smoke. In windy conditions he was far more limited of course. If he transformed he was scattered until all that vapor collected together. Only if in dire circumstances would he become smoke in those situations and always he would go invisible while he gathered himself.

As he practiced he had more control over himself. Tiny mouths went to work on her tits while fingers worked inside that clenching passage. He could see the flames in her eyes as he fed that fire. How strong was that drug? Clearly he had to get his talons on it.

Smiling Slarr was known for the torture that he could inflict on others. He was more into bargaining and making deals though it was in the blood of all Belzars. Stopping just shy of tipping her over that edge he prolonged her anguish just a little bit long. Fingers worked out of her aching channel. Those mouths still worked against her breasts pressing them together as his mouths sucked and bit at her nipples.

“Did I say you get to cum? You didn't even ask. Shame on you. You're just lucky I'm without my implements. Now how should I punish you? Maybe I should just leave you here. Surely that fire should have attracted attention. I wouldn't be too surprised if we had a few beings watching us right now.”

Slarr teased. Of course he had no intention of just leaving her here. It was still a possibility based on how he interpreted her response being no stranger to watching and waiting his turn if necessary.

"Ohhhh... ohhhh... N-NOooo... aahhhhh... please... don't... don't stop..."

Tiffany looked up at Slarr with pleading eyes as a hot, red flush of shame ignited on her cheeks as she begged him not to stop the deep, hard, twisting thrusts of his fingers.

To Tiffany, it felt like the drug coursing through her veins was killing her. It didn't just make her want to have sex. It made her body feel as though it needed to have sex or she would die, burned alive by the searing heat of her own arousal, perhaps exploding like an ancient star going supernova. She was already so close... for a brief moment his fingers had slammed into her so hard he had nearly lifted her off her feet. The chemically enhanced pleasure that had cascaded through her in response was... indescribable.

But of course, that was the perfect opportunity for Slarr to torture her... stopping short of her breaking point. He may actually have stopped a little too late, however. Even now, just the feel of his hands on her breasts, those weirdly positioned mouths nipping and pulling at her stiff, hypersensitive nipples made Tiffany feel like she might still tip over that edge at any second...

Tiffany knew Slarr liked to tease and insult her and that he could even be cruel at times (he WAS a devil after all) but she didn't really believe he would abandon her out here in the state she was in. That would be too close to dishonoring their deal, but she also knew he was enjoying this. He liked having her at a disadvantage and he liked being able to ridicule her for her failure. And, by his very nature, he liked tormenting her.

She hated begging him, the flush of her cheeks deepening further at the thought, but Tiffany felt like she was about to die from this torturous, agonizing pleasure...

"AAAHHHH!!! OHHH... OH MY GOD... S-Slarr... I... OHHH! ...c-can't t-take... aahhhhh... anymore... pl-please... OHHHHH! ...make it stop... OH GOD... AAAHHHH! ...make it stop..."

As she begged him for help, one of Tiffany's hands slid down off his shoulder, trailing down his chest and stomach and dipping beneath the surface of the river as it moved lower. Her fingers lost contact with his hot, dusky skin as they sank beneath the steaming water and at first Tiffany couldn't understand why until she smelled the familiar odor of burnt toast and suddenly the rest of him was right there where it should be. At least, the part of him that she was looking for anyway...

Cruel or not, Slarr could feel pleasure too. Maybe she could entice him to take pity on her. Tiffany's fingers closed around her fiendish teacher's hot, demonic cock...

Slarr was at a disadvantage in that he didn't know what she had been shot up with. So he didn't know just how much he could push and torment her. Whatever that drug was it appeared to be extremely effective. Her cheeks had colored and those stiff nipples his palm m0uths were sucking against were as hard as pebbles.

She looked divine then. He wouldn't have passed up on this opportunity. Being smaller and more vulnerable than most Slarr could feel the presence of something out there watching them. For now it kept it's distance. Whether a voyeur or waiting for left overs he could not say. Either way he didn't feel as if it would be an issue. Seeing that he opted not to leave her here in the woods.

Of course if that lead to other exploits at her dorm that would be another thing though Slarr rarely planned out things too far in advance. He had her before him now and that was what he focused on. As her hand shifted down his chest he watched the confusion on her face when she didn't find what she was searching for.

Then as dawning hit her his form became solid down below. He was a little shorter. If she was aware he had been unable to add mass. Those stretched out arm wings took a little off of his height. True enough he could get quit large but would be pencil thin before long.

He took in a sharp breath pleased with her touch. That ember already swollen. Either he shaped it that way or his arousal still functioned while he was incorporeal and once he became solid that arousal would be expressed. Whatever the case Slarr made no mention of it.

“Is that what you wanted?” Fingers worked over her clit now. Hands going wild on her tits as he pushed them together and sucked on them. He leaned close to her caressing her neck with his tongue.

“We have an audience,” Slarr spoke to her. His mind churning over scenarios. “Do too much of a good job and you might have to deal with a fan. But do poorly and it might go away. Then again if my interests wanes then you might miss out.

“I didn't expect this. Yet you have a decision to make my dear.” He groaned a little with the contact of those fingers. Of course it made little to her decision. Especially with that touch stealing over his rod. Fighting the urge to stick it in her just a little bit longer. Not that his will power was any greater but Slarr wasn't dealing with an aphrodisiac outside of the pleasures of his own games.

Tiffany respected Slarr, and admired certain characteristics of his personality, but she really had no (conscious, anyway) desire to have sex with him. In their previous sexual engagements, he had either forced himself on her (which she was still a little angry about) or he had taken advantage of some unusual vulnerability she was suffering from (which she was still a little angry about). Tiffany knew that Slarr would undoubtedly continue to take advantage of every opportunity afforded to him, but it was a risk she had to accept. She needed his help if she was going to have any real chance of learning to develop her abilities.

None of that mattered now, though. The chemicals coursing through Tiffany's veins were doing terrible, wonderful things to her. Her throbbing clit pulsed with urgent, insistent need between her legs and her tingling nipples were so hard she thought they might burst. She had never felt so hot before. And she was SO close... her entire body was vibrating with unfulfilled orgasmic energy that felt like it would tear her apart if it wasn't released, and not just soon, but now... right now...

She wanted to cum. She NEEDED to cum. If that meant letting Slarr fuck her... then she would let Slarr fuck her. She would literally do almost anything right now if it would allow her to reach orgasm.

Tiffany didn't think she would need to take things that far though. He was already hard when her fingers had closed around his throbbing shaft and she wasted no time "encouraging" him. Her hand pumped rapidly up and down on his stiff cock with long, hard, purposeful strokes that were meant to spike his arousal as quickly as possible... and it seemed to be all the encouragement he had needed.

His mouthed hands ravaged her breasts, squeezing and sucking at them, teasing her swollen nipples with tongues and teeth as his "real" fingers pressed against the swollen nub of her aching clit, rubbing and circling her magic button with devastating effect.

"OOHHH! Oohhhhh... AHH! Oh God... yes... yes... AAHHH! AAHHH!"

The feel of his warm, wet tongue against her neck filled her mind with those images from her dream again... his tongue bringing her to the edge of climax before she was awakened to frustration and denial... and somehow it was that thought that pushed her past the point of no return. She was going to cum. Even if he stopped now, she was going to cum...

The revelation that they were being watched scared Tiffany just enough to keep her from pitching over the edge and tumbling into that dark abyss of hellish ecstasy, at least for a few more seconds anyway. It wasn't the fact that they were being watched so much, but the fact that if something out there was willing to challenge Slarr to get to her, she had no doubts that Slarr would NOT risk harm to himself for her sake. She would be left to the wolves.

Even that dire realization could not hold back the drug induced lust burning within Tiffany's mind and body, however. The fire in her veins would not be denied. She was going to cum. She couldn't stop it now even if she wanted to. Even if it meant being raped by every monster on the island. There was no decision to make... it was going to happen.

She moaned against his neck, her hand pistoning around his shaft like some horny slut just before the "money shot" in a porno movie. For some reason, the thought of him cumming with her excited her even more. She ground her hips against his rubbing fingers and begged him to give her what she needed...

"AAAHHHHNNNNHHHH! OHHH! Oh GOD... I'm gonna cum... PLEASE... don't stop... OHHH! Dont stop dont stop dont stop... AAHHH! AAHHH! AAHHH!"

Slarr had considered going incorporeal in part. Making that shaft insubstantial but it felt so good that he was unable to resist. The water sloshed about them as his fingers continued to search her out. He sensed her tension at being watched but she did not stop what she was doing even urging him on with those moans.

He did not disappoint. His fingers pressing faster inside her even as her neck moved against his. At the same time his tongue stretched out to her lapping at the side of her neck. Had she looked she would have seen a tendril of smoke leaving his mouth to allow him the length he needed to reach her. That end transforming into the muscle.

His cock throbbed in her hand. The pace growing with each passing second. His palm mouths growing more intense matching the pace established by his fingers until he let out a groan ejaculating into the water. That cum transforming into wisps of smoke that flowed back to him as it was pushed back along with water.

His fingers only stopping after she erupted in return. Those hands on her tits flowed down her sides gripping her hips. Fingers sliding out of her before he lifted her up. Stepping beneath her. The head of that throbbing shaft teased along the slit of her sex.

It didn't matter if she had wanted more or not. Nothing had appeared thus far not that he would have been likely to act if they had. Even if they tried to remain hidden they would have to come out onto the beach to get at them. Truth be told they were probably waiting for the cover of darkness or for her to get closer to them. Right now that did not matter.

Leaning in towards a breast Slarr swept his tongue around the nipple before sucking on that breast. When he drew away he grinned up at her features. “Now if you're totally exhausted your fans might leave you be. At least for now.”

He didn't let her think on that too much. Instead those hands drew her down sharply against his rising hips as he inserted himself inside that slick tightness. His following thrusts just as deep and quick as the first.

Even if they weren't already being watched, Tiffany's moans of helpless pleasure and her desperate begging to be taken would have alerted anything that had happened to be close by. Remarkably, as Slarr's fingers finally pushed her over the threshold of orgasm, her cries actually grew softer as all her muscles clenched down at once, even those in her throat, causing her to emit a long, shuddering groan as her trembling body shivered and spasmed into climax.

"HHHHUUUNNNHHHHH! AAHHHhhhhh... aaaahhhhhhh...aaahhhhhnnnn..."

It was the feel of his hot, unnatural seed spraying across her fingers and wrist as much as the work of his own taloned hands that finally brought her to ecstasy. The chemically enhanced orgasm was so intense it drove Tiffany almost to the point of blacking out. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and when her muscles finally unlocked, her knees buckled and she almost collapsed into the water. She certainly would have if Slarr hadn't already had such a good grip on her already.

Unfortunately for Tiffany, (not so unfortunately for Slarr) reaching climax did not stop the effects of the aphrodisiac. As Slarr lifted her, then lowered her forcefully onto his still erect cock, the semi-conscious blonde was roused somewhat by the fresh spike of pleasure that rippled through her as hot demon flesh filled her molten depths and began to thrust in deep, hard strokes.

"AAHHH! OHHH! OHHH! OHHH!"

Tiffany cried out with each hard thrust, her legs wrapping around his waist, still shaky and weak, but clearly pulling herself tighter against him as he plunged into the tight, slick heat of her inner depths again and again and again...

Her diminished cries did not dilute the effects of the aphrodisiac. Slarr could read that in her features before taking her, he pressed inside her without giving her a chance to recover. Nor had he done so himself. Instead he pressed through that heightened nature. The feeling only enhanced all the while as he pressed back into her.

His body was called forth again and again. So his pace increased. Ripples forming up in the water around them with their vigorous movements. Her legs around his back kept him close. While he could have easily escaped had he wanted Slarr had no desire to do so.

Shifting shadows could be detected along the beach and he was half tempted to illuminate the area with his flames to get a better look. Had he not been so distracted he may have paid more attention as the thing there gathered her clothes, sniffing them while it lurked and awaited as it drew farther back into the shadows.

Slarr's mouth engulfed a bouncing breast. His needle-like teeth tugging against her nipple between teasing licks with his tongue. While he tended to that delicious orb he held her tight. The tips of his claws poking against her skin from time to time but not once had he drawn blood.

“As good as I remember.” Though seriously it had not been all that long ago that he had her. Perhaps he was forgetful or just wished to fill the void with something other than moans and grunts.

His tail coming up caressing her backside. The stinger transformed into a stream of smoke so as not to impale her. Not that he had any venom. How cool would it have been if he could inject that aphrodisiac? The tip of that tail worked over her back door. From the tip there was that stream of smoke that just lingered. The tail was wet from the river, though a far cry from lotion or lubrication it was better than nothing. That combined with his ability to shift his mass and go partially insubstantial definitely made things easier.

“Perhaps I should fill all of you. I think you'd like that.” His wings that he turned into arms would hold her now since he wasn't strong enough to hold her with one hand. One hand began fondling a breast while the other moved to her lips.

His hand became a smoky haze. Fingers fused together and as that smoke cleared those digits were now another cock. Neither too big or small it was customized for her. “Now open wide.”

Tiffany was utterly at the mercy of Slarr's whim, her mind and body hopelessly enthralled by the raging lust coursing through her as a result of the Tinman's drug. Sharp cries of building passion escaped her mouth in a steady stream as Slarr bounced her on his cock, filling her tight channel with hot, throbbing demonflesh over and over in deep, hard thrusts. He could feel her inner walls clenching and fluttering around his rigid length in spasms of helpless pleasure.

"OHH! OHH! OHH! AAAHHH! HAAHH!"

Whenever Slarr had threatened the untouched territory of her ass, Tiffany had always reacted with fearful, desperate resistance. But now, as the tip of his tail teased her forbidden entrance and his sibilant voice slipped into her ears like oiled silk, telling her how he thought she would like it, Tiffany only moaned in response... but he could feel the tight sheath of her slippery cunt clamp down a little harder around his thrusting shaft as she did.

"AAAHHHhhhhhnnn... f-fuck... OHH! mmmmmhhh... yeah... fuck me... OHH!"

Firmly in the grip of the effects of the sex serum, Tiffany thought it was extremely sexy the way that Slarr's fingers brushed lightly over her lips, and even before he told her to, her mouth had opened slightly and her tongue had pushed out to taste the chitinous claws and dusky fingers of her impish master.

Even though she knew Slarr could alter his form, Tiffany still often found herself surprised when he did so. No more so however, than as she opened her eyes after catching a whiff of that telltale burnt odor to find that he had reshaped his fingers into another cock. Her eyes widened in both surprise and wonder.

"Oh my God! I... I wonder if it feels the same to him... as his regular cock..."

With her eyes transfixed on this new phallic length, Tiffany leaned forward and gently bit down on the head... not hard, more teasingly than anything else... to see what sort of reaction that elicited from Slarr. Then she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue for him.

Tiffany felt so hot... so sexy... she could already feel the pleasure in her body building toward another orgasm...