The clearing seemed almost artificial, it was so perfectly an image out of a fantasy story. A stream cascaded over a cliff to form a pool before continuing on its course into the forest. Scattered birches dappled the sunlight that fell on the grass and rainbow-colored flowers. It was the sort of place where one wouldn't be surprised to see fairies, elves, or even a unicorn.

A large, wolf-headed demon was another matter, although it wasn't a sense of aesthetic incongruity that had led Kakumaoh to settle unseen just inside one of the caves in the cliff to read. Rather, it was the realization that a student who came upon this place was likely to let her guard down somewhat if there weren't any obvious threats around. While he wasn't expecting anyone to show up, he was ready to take advantage of the situation if it arose.

While classes took some getting used to, this whole college life wasn’t too bad, Rachel had decided. Being able to sleep in a little each day or wake up early and exercise, or even just explore, if she cared to. Being the lovely day that it was, the young red head had decided to do just that, combining something of a jog and hike. She had run the footpaths a few times already, but the forest surrounding a great deal of the campus seemed so peaceful and bereft of predators, that she had finally worked up the courage to simply run straight into the woods without any path to follow.

There were footpaths, at least, that allowed her jogging to proceed without fear of tripping through bushes and roots. And of course, she was glad that there was some semblance of a path; the idea of pushing through unknown plants and foliage in nothing but her jogging outfit didn’t sound appealing. A red sport bra with black accents hugged her large chest but did little to protect her athletic stomach, and the black, form hugging workout shorts she had worn likewise only came down to her upper thighs and would do little to save her from slapping braches and even poison oak if it were out here. A pair of running shoes, bereft of socks, completed her ensemble. She had even tied her hair back in a single pony tail, figuring she would have to re-do it before class anyways.

After about an hour of jogging, Rachel broke into a clearing in the forest, something that looked almost like a movie set. A small stream flowed over a rocky outcropping, forming a basin beneath it. Unfortunately, the stream also seemed to extend before her, and though it didn’t appear too deep, it was quite wide. Seeing no way to cross, Rachel decided to take a short break and then head back to campus. The teen addled over to the base of the makeshift waterfall, taking a seat on some rocks and leaning back. She took a few deep breaths, relaxing the tension in her body. A thin sheen of sweat covered her belly, upper torso, and brow, making her sun kissed skin glint in the sunlight as she exposed it somewhat. Her young chest heaved at the restraining top as she took in each large gasp of air. For a moment, just a moment, she closed her eyes and relaxed, almost in a meditative state.

Kakumaoh watched the girl from his vantage point in the cave. Quite nice looking. Definitely worth my attention. He put his book aside and started towards her.

As he exited the cave, he noticed that her eyes were closed. Hmmm... If I'm careful and and a bit lucky, she'll think my approach is just another human. That could be... amusing. He walked over casually, so that she wouldn't be alarmed by hearing someone running at her or trying to sneak up on her. "Out here alone? The forest isn't entirely safe."

The redhead’s relaxed state was disrupted as she heard a footfall, first one and then another, emanating from a little behind her, perhaps off to one side of the falls. A frown crossed her face as the air was broken by a voice. Oh well, couldn’t last forever, she thought to herself, somewhat fond of the momentary solitude. A large breath in forced her chest up and against the constraining material, flexing the nylon sport bra slightly.

“Doesn’t seem too dangerous to me… not even any animals, or at least not dangerous ones.” She retorted in a know it all sort of tone. Even as she spoke though, a thought crossed her head. The voice was male, and there were very… very few males on the island. In fact, she knew of only one or two and both were on the school’s board.

The young woman whirled about, her pulled back hair flying like a whip through the air as she spun, not sure what to expect.

Kakumaoh grinned as the girl turned to face him. "It may be hard to believe, but there are monsters here." Somehow, I doubt she'll have trouble believing it. He leered down at her. "I don't think you'd like what they'd do to a pretty thing like you if they caught you alone," he said as he reached out to grab her.

Rachel screamed as she took in the creature approaching her. Later on, the word “chimera” might spring to mind, a strange mix of so many animal traits, human traits… other… traits. At the moment though, the most prominent thing was its size, easily towering over the young woman, to the point of eclipsing the sun for her.

With barely any time to react, she jumped backwards as it lunged for her. Her extremely ungraceful flight landed her in the shallows of the stream, water splashing over her body and soaking her nylon clothing profusely. Her red ponytail poured water off it like a tap for a moment as she attempted to get back to her feet. “What the hell are you? And get away from me!” she cried out, too surprised to manage much else… it would dawn on her later that her question was probably not the most important thing to be asking at the moment, and her command was almost completely without cause. It had little reason to comply with it.

Kakumaoh briefly lost his balance when the girl leapt back to avoid him. He managed to keep his footing, however, and recovered faster than she did. Taking a couple of steps to the edge of the stream, he reached down and pulled her out with both hands.

"What am I? I believe the most common word you humans use for my kind is 'demon.' That's as good a term as any. As for getting away from you..." One of his arms blurred and duplicated itself, and the new hand began fondling her breast. "You'll have to wait until I'm done with you for that."

The water ran from Rachel’s body as she was yanked out of the stream by her shoulders. The demon, as it called itself, had a firm grip on her shoulders and she couldn’t shake loose, only managing to struggle a little in its grasp. Her skin shimmered where it wasn’t covered, the clear water reflecting the sunlight from her young curves.

The redhead was already winding up with a kick when the thing’s hands seemed to split, a new pair moving down to her pronounced chest and cupping each of her breasts before beginning to squeeze and grope them. Her attack was momentarily averted as she gasped, her head falling back just slightly as he apparently happened upon a very sensitive spot. Her nipples began to make small indentations on the surface of her sport bra, the small tits reacting both to the sudden, chilled bath, and his molesting hands.

“Oh god… puh… please not there… stop that!” she begged, squirming again though not quite as fiercely.

"You say that, but your body says otherwise." He tweaked one of her nipples for emphasis. "I think you'll realize it's right about what you want soon enough."

The hands on her breasts moved down to lift her bra up. He then raised her up so her chest was in line with his face. "Looks good," he remarked before his tongue began circling one of her nipples.

The redheaded teen tried to muffle a cry of perverse, forced pleasure as he took hold of her pronounced nipple, tweaking the small tit and sending a flushing of heat and sensation through her full breasts. “Ahh… gahhh oh my… stop this, please! Let me freaking go already. If it needs to be said I don’t want you to rape me! Hey, stop that!” she continued to protest, squirming more as his hands lifted her tight bra, her large, just slightly tanned breasts falling from their nylon prison with only the slightest bounce.

She opened her mouth to say something else but the only sound she could make was one of both disgust and denied pleasure. The thing’s tongue raked against her now exposed breast, the firm flesh giving way slightly as it circled a prominent nipple. Her chest and stomach began to heave in and out faster… her body apparently quite excited by his assault on her young chest.

His tongue circled her nipple once more, ending by flicking across the prominent nub, before he drew back slightly. "As much as you try to deny it, you seem to be enjoying this so far. I'm sure you'll love this." One of his hands slipped under the waistband of her shorts and began to caress her as he shifted his tongue's attentions to her other nipple.