Slimer listened to the impassioned plea for the submissive girl the whole time aiming at keeping her on the brink. He could feel his cock and tendril being gripped hungrily as her body sought to pull them as deeply as possible. When she finished he kept up the charade hoping to make her think her pleas were either not good enough or that they fell on deaf ears. Finally after coming to one last halt, he figured she was ready, but in truth his own demonic body demanded release into the tight beautiful student.

Grabbing her small hips firmly he began lifting her up to the tip of his cock and tentacle and slamming her down brutally on the two penetrating members. The pace began fast and only got more intense. Her tight ass squeezed desparately to hold the tip inside as her wet pussy followed suit growing wetter than he imagined possible. A slurping and slapping filling the air from the frenetic pace. He wanted to bring this wonderful asian girl the kind of release her slutty side needed and perhaps he would stop there...

Was her reply not good enough for this creature? Feeling the thing stop, and begin to lift her up again. The young student had to wonder if this thing was finally done with her. A loud cry of pleasure would come from her, as the creatures dropped her back onto its hard member and tendril. The pace was fast and rough the creature showing no mercy to Yoko, as she bounced up and down in short strides on this creatures lap. Her mind began to think it was impossible for her to be enjoying this, but the lewd sounds her body was making and the way she was gripping the invading member and tendril spoke otherwise. Her body finally reached its limit, her body shuddered as she climaxed. Juices coming out of her own wet channel, and sliding down the tendril of the creature.

He allowed no break as he could feel his own orgasm faster approaching as she came hard for him. The juices dripping down his tendril serving to make her sex even slippier and more enticing. Her contractions milked his member and tendril and he could feel his own delayed orgasms coming. Not giving her time to ride out the bliss, his lifting and dropping, as well as the dual penetration thrusting, increasing in pace. Her hair mainly slime free from evoporation gave him a silky handle for one hand, as he pulled with each thrust into her tight body.

His motions became blurs as he sought to reach release inside her pussy and bowels...

It wasn't done yet instead of slowing down the creature was speeding up. "Ah." Was the only sound to escape her mouth, a sound that was unsure to be caused from the pleasure she was in, or from the creature pulling on her hair. She could feel both the tendril and shaft inside of her expanding even further, as they twitched more violently. It became obvious that the creature was close to blowing its own load inside of her. Yoko's channel was still sensitive from her previous climax, and with the creature still going this sensitivity was in a way unknowingly exploited. "I...I can't take any more...I'm going to..." Before she could even finish the sentence her body would shudder, as she climaxed again. The young priestess body would slump forward, but the creature was keeping her well in position.

With a huge gripping sensation the demon felt his members being milked by Yoko's petite body. He slammed up into her with his hips, his cock thrusting deep between her small round butt cheeks, while the tendril rubbed inside her thighs up into her delicious sex, the thin wall of flesh between not stopping the organs from feeling one another. With a roar he felt her cum and began pumping deep inside her clentching holes. As she slumped the grip on her hazel hair held her back arched as his warm seed filled her bowels and lovely sex. It was with grunting breaths that he matched her release and continued filling her long past her release. Over half a minute later he finished catching his ragged breath as she caught her own.

Rest Yoko and feel my seed flow into your lovely body... the demon's voice rumbles behind her. He releases the grip on her hair and she slumps forward completely. Needing a break himself he withdraws the tentacles, and lifts her off his lap by the waist, his cock popping free as his cum pours free of her abused holes onto the floor. He places her spent tiny body naked upon the bed, letting her recover...

She could feel the creatures hot seed flow into her body. The creature had finally decided that it was finished with her, or at least for now it was finished with her. Her nude form laid there on the creatures bed, as her chest rose and fell from her deep breaths. The only thing she had to stare at was the ceiling of the room the two of them were in. She was so tired at the moment that she couldn't actually run, if she wanted to. Her eyelids slowly began to close occasionally opening again, before she asleep on the bed. Yoko wasn't sure if the creature was done with her but for now she could rest, and get some sleep.

The demon feels his pulse return to its normal twenty beats a minute, as his prey rolls over staring at the ceiling saying nothing. He watches her lovely nude form awhile as she drifts off into sleep, one of pleasure and mixed exhaustion. The rise and fall of her lovely breasts are even and deep and he can tell she is completely out.

Lost in thought he wonders at what fate had in store for him and why he was brought such a wonderous gift. He wonders at her reason for risking herself to come down here. Deciding to find out more, he eventually begins going through her elaborate colthing. By now all the slime had evaporated leaving the clothing clean, and her hair shiny and bouncy. He begins looking through all the discarded clothing searching for clues to his almost dual personality sleeper.

The clothing was nothing of interest or anything fancy. It lacked any sort of pockets and consisted of just a single white kimono, red priestess skirt and a pair of sandals. Despite this lifting the garments off the ground caused strips of paper to float down onto the floor. Despite the clothes being dry from the slime, the paper strips were still wet. Upon closer inspection of the strips of paper it could be seen they were talismans, but the slime had smudge the written on them. This would make it difficult to determine what their purpose was. It was likely that she had placed a few talismans around the cave, before stumbling into the creatures clutches. The sleeping student would roll onto her side, as she curled up a bit apparently feeling a bit chilly in this cave.

The demon noticed a few of the paper talismans fall to the stone carved floor of the cave and wondered what they were. Although the slime had long since evaporated from her silky hair and the bedsheets, the effects were apparent. In the case of the sheets, they were stained a clearish green where the slime had pooled. Her hair was left shiny, straight from the molecular weight, and bouncy as the goo absorbed some oils and dirt particles. The paper, on the other hand was left with the drawn symmbols smudged to the point of illegibility, or gone completely. The paper seemed slightly stained as well. The curiosity that arose at the items and her true purpose for confronting the demon remained debatable in his mind. Was she truely being honest in her earlier replies to his inquiries? Or had she compartmentalized her rationales much like her dominant and submissive personalities.

Shaking his head and deciding the questions could remain till later he noticed her still breathing evenly, but shivering. Walking forward he adjusted the sheets to cover her lovely nude form and watched her sleep and recover for some time before lying down on the bed next to the nude girl to think through the days events, and make sense of the curious student next to him...

Yoko hand would grab the sheet, pulling it closer to her as she uncurled a little. Normally she was a very silent sleeper, but for some reason it seemed like she was mumbling something. If the creature listened closely he would realize she was mentally going back through the day. "Must seal demon inside cave, before it attacks again, even if it’s only temporary." Listening further would reveal that she had already placed some of the talismans inside the cave. It might become clear to what the function of the talisman was, if the creature could find one with its writing intact. By the looks of it yoko wasn't going any place soon.

The demon lay there listening to her soft mublings of the days events. If it wasn't for the fact that he was paying close attention to see if she had awakened, he probably would have kissed her quiet mur-murs. It was so odd as no demon talked in there sleep. He couldn't recall one of his victims doing so either. Perhaps it was caused by her true self and her forced mask. Whatever the cause, the demon was shocked to realize had little stock he put into Yoko.

Sliding softly out of the bed, no easy task for a four legged 300 plus pound demon, trying not to wake her. He began searching through the caves, looking for any aigns of her tampering. Not noticing much at first, his cat-like eyes finally grabbed onto a gleam of white from some paper. Walking closer he stares at the strange symbols on the paper and bends down to reach for it...

Yoko was to deeply in her sleep to notice the creature leaving the bed, despite how heavy it might of been in relation to her own form. The paper would let out a small shock that was more of an announce then harmful to the creature. It was apparently trying to keep the creature from tampering with it. Written on the seal was the simple repeal. Just from the word it would seem the young woman back in the creatures bed chamber wasn't here to harm him. Instead it seemed she was more or less trying to contain him. It didn't matter as the creature all ready knew how to deal with the seal.

Back in the room Yoko's form would begin to stir, as her body recovered. She would sit up in the bed she was in, grey eyes looking at the room she was in. Carefully she would slide off the bed, noticing the creature was gone. Her legs still felt a bit wobbly, but that was fixed with a few steps. Looking around she would find where her clothes were at least, but instead of rushing towards them and trying to escape. She would look around the room a bit, maybe there was a clue to what she was dealing with around here.

The demon tried to grab the paper but just before he made contact he felt a pulsing shock. Recoiling his hand he thought about the smeared one back in his bedroom. Perhaps the power was in the symbol. Although he had never done well in his magical studies as a young demon, he could simply put two and two together. Moving his tail roughly over the paper he let the slime begin drooping towards it. The green goo landed and the ink began to run and smudge. With a smile on his face, the demon retreived the paper and began to return to his "guest."

Back in the bedroom his victim was stirring from her brief slumber. Were she to look around the room she would find the firepit in the corner, dried timber burning low but providing more than enough light to weakly illuminate the stone carved room. The double mattresses were pushed together in the corner. Soft clean sheets were marred with the stains of the green slime and their left over sexual juices.

The desk across the room held various beakers, vials, and a plethora of tubing and burners. His make-shift lab was small but effective. The wooden chair in front of the desk was old but looked quite sturdy and appeared to be very finely crafted. A small chest sat in the corner opposite the firepit and contained both some clothing, personal grooming items, an electronic communicator sans a battery, as well as dried foodstuffs like jerky and a large canteen of boiled riverwater. The desk though did have a drawer and inside was the true prize. An old leather bound notebook that was scorched in one corner. Inside written in the demon's homeworld tongue, were notes on every scientific formula he had every created, including his handwritten notes of his fuel experiment...

The surrounding area was nothing but simple. It was apparent that the creature which inhabited these caverns most likely stayed to this one room, when it wasn't on the prowl looking for students to take advantage of. Yoko's steps were light on the stone floor, almost silent with the only sound coming from her bare feet touching smooth stone. Her interest at first lied with a chest with in the room. Lifting the lid of the chest she would peer inside at the contents. She had to wonder why such a creature needed clothes, and well found it out something with four legs would need clothes. The device inside the chest was of little interest to her, as she had no way of knowing if it was in working order. Slowly she would close the chest, so not to let the creature know she had peeked inside it.

Yoko would walk over to the desk leaning over the chair a bit, as to get a better look at the various beakers and vials. She had suspicions that some of the equipment had been acquired through the university, not necessarily with the universities permission. Her hand would trace along the front of the desk, as she moved around the chair to look at one of the bubbling beakers. She had to wonder what kind of experiments the creature was conducting down here, when not occupied with company. Her attention would be drawn away from the beaker, as her hand hit what felt like a knob. Looking at where her hand was, Yoko would see there was indeed a draw there. Grasping the knob she would slide the draw open, only to find a leather covered book inside. Carefully she would take it out, before along her hand to drift across the books leathery surface. Slowly she would open the book, and look at its contents. Obviously she wasn't able to read what she was looking at, but she continued to slowly and carefully turn the pages. There had to be some clue of what this creature was, or what all these beakers were for. She was just hoping that there was some change in the creatures writing to something she could at least read, besides these hieroglyphics in front of her.

The demon grinned as he found the simple counter to his giests sealing magic. It was strange, in his learning as a young demon, he couldn't recall any lessons involving such potent magic omprised of auch rudimentary design. Simple paper and ink imbued with such power from a mere symbol or two. Glancing at the runny ink one more time as he cradled the paper in his hand, he wondered exactly at how many surprises his complicated guest retained.

To find the answer to such a question he turned and began backtracking through the stone carved hallways intent on getting answers to his questions one way or another.

He pondered the questions in his head as he ran through what he knew of his victim. Brave for invading his home, up until she was ravished by him, where she promptly turned into a sex hungry submissive. Beautiful, yet dangerous, sexy yet possessing strange magic.

Had she truly passed out or had she simply played possum? He began to speed up as the frightening thought jumped forth. What exactly might he be returning to? He slowed as he reached the enterance to his room, and cautiously pushed the door open, on guard for any surprises she might have in store as the tell-tale creek of the long unoiled hinge filled the air...