Alynia giggled at his words. "Surely you couldn't be a monster." she stated with casual disbelief thinking about the old man's kindness. She glanced toward the direction from where they had came from.

"I don't believe that you could be any more fiendish than whoever was out there." she stated slightly shuddering, remembering the feeling of having so many eyes on her. Alynia, who didn't know at all who and how powerful the old man really was, intended her words as an act of kindness instead of a play at his pride.

Alynia sighed softly before standing up and walking over to lean slightly over the window sill unintentionally giving the old man a wonderful view of her panty covered behind. The air that flowed in from the outside was oddly still and gave an unrealistic feeling. "Protect me huh?" she stated as she gazed out the window. Suddenly, something sharp ran down Alynia's arm, her head looked around briefly but there was nothing there. What had brushed against her? It had felt like a claw of some sort. She looked at the old man who was still standing a good length away from her in puzzlement.

In real life, Alynia's sleeping form shifted slightly as the demon began tracing away on her skin. She furrowed her eyebrows creating a look of slight confusion. She was stirring, but it didn't appear that she was attempting to wake up anytime soon.

Well she surely wasn't aware of how much danger she was in. He was having the time of his life, though. Surely a girl this naive and this innocent couldn't know about what he might have in store for her...well, he would certainly have his own share of fun. Slowly he settled into his seat.

However he wasn't expecting her to stand up and smell the fresh air sifting through the window. This, in turn, gave him an unhindered retrospect of her behind, a nice and luscious teen bottom that the old man would not...could not...resist. Slowly he was bought to his feet, without knowing it. And he walked, tottered, toward the girl.
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In the cave, while she stirred, the demon stopped his ministrations. What if she woke up?? He wouldn't be able to do anything then. But that wasn't the case, though. Just as in his mind, in here he had to take initiative and start his move, or not move at all. This was it.

His claw being used for another purpose entirely, he would start to slowly, surely rip her dress in two. He would watch as slowly, slowly, what she had underneath was revealed with each parting of the fabric. He watched in awe as smooth, white skin slowly came more and more into view.

Alynia stared out the window pensively, facing away from the old man. By the time she realized what was happening it was too late. She had heard the soft sound of fabric ripping but thought nothing about it until she suddenly felt her dress begin to slip down from her lucious body. Its as if an invisible force had ripped her dress off with something sharp and percise. After a moment of confusion Alynia made a sudden grab for her night gown with no avail. To her horror the silkily material pooled around her ankles

"W-what's happening?" she stated confused and flustered. She crossed her arms across her bare chest defensively still facing the window. Her cheeks were flushed an embarrassed pink hearing footsteps walk toward her. Standing there wearing nothing but a pair of light green panties her mind was beginning to reel. "P-please, don't come any closer." she stuttered for obvious reasons her blush intensifying. "Could you please get me something.. to cover up with?" she asked.

In reality, the dress slip off her body easily, leaving her large chest bare and her soft skin exposed. Her plump lips parted slightly to let out a breathy sigh in her sleep. Her breasts rose and fell serenely with her steady breathing. Her expression was as innocent as ever, but just as in her dream, a slight confused look and an embarrassed blush appeared on her face.

The old man feigned surprise at the reaction of the girl and her sudden nakedness. Save for the thin fabric which covered her mound and preserved her remaining dignity, the girl had nothing on her except her forearms which were covering her budding breasts. Dainty, nicely formed peaks accentuated with what he could only imagine in his mind as pink, small breasts, he let out a sigh.

" My, my, we can't let this stand..." he said, slowly and gently taking off the coat he was wearing. He was now clad in a white, buttoned up long-sleeve for a top. " This might well help you, my dear."
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Outside, the demon had taken to tracing the girl's soft, supple white skin with his finger once more, this time keeping the claw hidden, and using only his finger tips for contact. She was really, really soft, and he had to keep from drooling as his fingers explored her body even before his tongue could.

He traced his way toward her heaving breasts, up to the pink caps topping her young breasts...he tried to softly tweak them. They fought against having to be messed with, indicating that these are, indeed, within his own knowledge untouched, and he was one of the very first, if not the first, to play with them.

His mind grew playful and playful as the minutes passed by.

Alynia accepted the jacket graciously and wrapped it around her body. She sat back down on the couch hoping the invisible being wouldn't be able to follow her. Sitting with her knees pressed together and only an over sized jacket covering her soft mounds she looked extremely vulnerable. Her hands were folded modestly in her lap as she looked down at her knees.

"I'm sorry, this must be inconvenient for you." she stated politely, her cheeks were still flushed with an adorable red tint, she had never been alone with a man while wearing so little clothing.

She felt it again. Something soft was now tracing over her smooth skin moving slowly up to her chest again. She let out a small gasp as something suddenly tugged on one of her sensitive buds.

"Ah- wh-what was that?" she exclaimed eyes shifting right an left.

In reality, the sleeping Alynia let it a quiet breathy moan as the demon played with her breasts. Her features shifted slightly. Without a doubt she was beginning to feel slight arousal in response to the slow, teasing touches the demon was giving her.

The old man looked at her as she sat there, when she suddenly started to act a bit funny.

There was a sudden quickness to the girl's breathing, and her ample breasts threatened to bust out of the opening of her make-shift coat, in actuality the old man's coat. Her cheeks were flushed with colour, blushing an impressive pink as it contrasted against her skin. He was smiling, as if he didn't understand what was happening to her.

Her mouth formed in a silent 'o' and her eyes started to close, as the sweetest and most inaudible of moans escaped her. But it did not escape the ears of the old man.



The old man stood up, moved behind her as she silently struggled. He laid his aged hands on her shoulders.

" Are you alright, my dear?" he asked.
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The demon silently shifted to moving her, opening her upper body even more to his probing eyes and hands. He moved her hands to a spread position to her left and right, displaying her proud breasts even more, them in turn impressively defying gravity.

He each moved a hand to cover one, and he found that they were perfect handfuls for him. He mashed them ever so lightly, feeling the nipples rise to attention under his palms. He grinned darkly.

Alynia worked to stifle her moans as she pulled the man's coat tighter around herself, barely noticing the man put his hands on her shoulders.

"I don't know..." she responded in a breathy whisper with difficultly.

Her body shuddered as her chest was played with, what ever it was, it was getting more playful by the second. She wrapped her arms around her body almost trying to shield herself from the invisible force. Her body shuddered slightly, she couldn't help but think how warm she was feeling as something kept palming and teasing her mounds, but it would be completely inappropriate for her to shed the jacket the old man had provided, right?

"Ah.. Stop..." Alynia breathed out quietly, her back arching slightly.

There was no stopping the wetness she felt between her legs as her body began to respond positively. Alynia felt so so hot, the bluch on her cheeks intensifying. She stubbornly clung onto the man's jacket wondering how he would respond if she suddenly were to take it off.

The old demon licked his lips. His hands had had their fill, and he had literally been salivating the whole time. Her young breasts were now aching for a different kind of attention, having had all that they could get from rough, probing hands.

His breath coming in gasps, a result of him being so turned on, and acting every bit like the old demon he was, he moved closer to her breasts. A slight nip of his forked tongue on one of the nipples and the old demon shifted his gaze onto her beautiful, peaceful face. The nip became playful and probing quickly, him becoming more and more enticed by the young girl's beautiful, luscious body.
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Playing the old, concerned citizen role to the hilt, he continued to massage and rub her shoulders in an effort to alleviate whatever was afflicting her. She seemed to move so animatedly, he enjoyed watching her fight the emotions and the passion that was currently ravaging her body right now, causing her to squirm and move in a simply seductive way.

His eyes were focused on her mounds, getting increasingly revealed with each pass of her breathe and each heave of her chest. Just a little more, and even in her dreams, the old man would get her.

Alynia rubbed her knees together, feeling ashamed at her evident arousal. Feeling something wet flick over her nipples was too much for her. She quickly reached up a hand to clasp loosely over her mouth trying to prevent the moans from escaping, but even still soft mewling sounds were still heard from between her fingers. Her breasts came even more into view as her grip on his coat slackened in attempt to silence her voice only making the scene so much more erotic. Her breathing had become heavy, her face blushing horribly. Alynia was so embarrassed. Even the old man's massage felt oddly sensual to her ever more sensitive body.

"I-I don't know what's happening.. I f-feel so hot." she tried to explain in a completely innocent manner not even realizing how her words could be taken the wrong way.

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Alynia was also mewling lightly in her sleep as the Demond's tounge teased her swollen breasts. A lustful blush stained her checks, her messy hair only added to the sex appeal. It was hard to imagine that she was still asleep as her body writhed against his ministrations. Her body was heating up, even though his probing touches we're rather light. There was no way Alynia's innocence could last much longer.

There would be no more inhibitions as now, the old demon had positioned himself on top of the girl's body. Still delicate enough not to wake her up, but somehow, she was now in a position to receive every little thing that he had planned for her, whether or not she would like to receive them or partake in them.

He continued licking her puffy nubs, rapidly hardening as blood flowed right into them, a reaction from the demon's skillful manipulations. Her breath came in hard, raspy gasps, and the demon was as aroused as ever. He couldn't believe that she was still asleep, her body was so active, so enthused in participating that she could might as well have been awake.

In an experimental move, he fitted one of her budding breasts into his mouth, just to see how she would react. In her mind, though, things were just about to get started.
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The old man continued his gentle, yet oddly sensual massage. It seemed the girl did not care anymore, reckless abandon getting the best of her. She was squirming in her seat and was gasping like a pornstar, yet her efforts to keep herself decent and her moaning stifled combined to drive the old demon's old man persona insane. He had a rock-solid hard on since she asked for the jacket, and now...don't even ask.

His hands were active as he massaged her, strangely going down gently on her arms. One of them were dangerously close to her young breasts. It would be entertaining to see how she would react to an old man.

" You seemed troubled, dear..." he asked," Is there anything I can do to help?"

An entirely cliche question, but one that he felt effective, nonetheless.

Alynia let out a long drawn out sigh as the invisible force engulfed one of her breasts with something hot and wet. Her back arching even more impressively than before. Alynia didn't know whether she was more confused or more aroused at this point. Even though Alynia was flushed but she registered the old man's hands lingering closer and closer to her half visible chest, but she was so innocent she was sure that it was unintentional. Her mind was too much in a disarray to simply to tell him to stop and so she stood up suddenly walking back over to the window. Hoping to walk off or atleast distract her from her lust. Her body still shuddering, a wet feeling stirring between her legs. What could she do at this point? What was she suppose to tell the man? She didn't even know what was happening. Leaning into the windowsill facing away from the old man completely oblivious to how much a tease she was.

The sleeping form of Alynia was just as aroused as she was in her dream, if not more. Her back arched into the demon, sweet sensual sounds escaping from her plump lips. Her hips were shifting, adjusting to the weight of the demon ontop of her unintentially creating delicious friction.

Alynia let out a long drawn out sigh as the invisible force engulfed one of her breasts with something hot and wet. Her back arching even more impressively than before. Alynia didn't know whether she was more confused or more aroused at this point. Even though Alynia was flushed but she registered the old man's hands lingering closer and closer to her half visible chest, but she was so innocent she was sure that it was unintentional. Her mind was too much in a disarray to simply to tell him to stop and so she stood up suddenly walking back over to the window. Hoping to walk off or atleast distract her from her lust. Her body still shuddering, a wet feeling stirring between her legs. What could she do at this point? What was she suppose to tell the man? She didn't even know what was happening. Leaning into the windowsill facing away from the old man completely oblivious to how much a tease she was.

The sleeping form of Alynia was just as aroused as she was in her dream, if not more. Her back arched into the demon, sweet sensual sounds escaping from her plump lips. Her hips were shifting, adjusting to the weight of the demon ontop of her unintentially creating delicious friction.

The demon let all inhibitions go. In it was only luscious, delicious lust, the need to procreate...no, procreate was not the word. The need to fuck. The need to give in to animal, forbidden, hidden away in the darkest, deepest parts of humans. The demon was part and parcel of it...no, he revels in it, he feeds on the deepest emotions that these people had hidden deep within them, and was now flowing out of them like a water through a broken sieve.

The demon continued toying with her nipples inside of his mouth, his mouth employing a deep, sucking motion, much like that of a hungry babe. He couldn't stop, nor did he want to stop. He got a first taste of the girl, and he liked it so much.

The girl seemed to like it as well, as she was arching her back so much it looked like it would break. Pity that she was sleeping...oh well, he thought, a two way attack often brought out more fun.
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The old lecher was about to let it all go when she suddenly let out a long, drawn, and completely erotic sigh. He couldn't even move or let alone do anything when she did that, more so when she suddenly stood up.

The quickness of her actions had caused the coat to completely fall off her, and it seemed, in her befuddled mind, the girl had completely let go of the fact that she was already naked from the waist up. The coat fell onto the floor with the old man's eyes following it, then fixating on the girl who had moved near the window, looking away although she was still in the process of arching her back...her luscious bare back which was already enough for the old man.

Alynia moans were getting more and more uncontrollable, at the same time being laced with more and more lust. Though her hazy mind was still working feverishly trying to understand the bizarre spur of events her mind was slowly getting foggy, forcing her mind to pay more and more attention to the wetness between her comely legs. Hugging her bare heaving chest, facing away from the old man, Alynia felt exeedingly exposed as well as embarrassed but there was nothing she could do to change the situation and nothing she could do to stop what was bound to happen. Alynia squeezed her knees together, her face was still impossibly pink. Slowly her own hands wandered down her body and began toying with her own clit over her panties in an attempt to alleviate the welled up feeling in her being. At this point there was no one on the island who could ignore her sexual mewling. It was as if she had forgotten that the man was still in the room with his eyes locked on her.
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With the demon ontop of her, her movements were more restricted, but that didn't stop her from wriggling her body side to side in a fit. Her dreaming self only further stimulating her senses by inexperiencedly teasing her own lower lips and clit. Soft sleep hazed moans escaped her lips onto to unintentally erdge the demon on.

It was all too much for the demon, starting to let himself loose and forgetting to take it easy.

His tongue started to garner active participation in a move which was all too at home for the demon. Her nipple wasn't covered, anyway, and the way they were hardening and the way they were standing to the attentions given by the demon had convinced him that they were in need of very, very dire attention. He rasped his forked tongue against them, again and again and again, before putting one in his mouth while teasingly toying with the other, mashing her free breast in the process.

While doing this, he remembered her relatively untouched clit, and proceeded to move to rasp his tail against it, even though it was still covered by her panties. He felt her inflamed nether lips, her engorged clit, and he started to tease it again and again.
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The old man had started to walk, loosening his tie while the soft tip-tap of his ivory walking stick filled the room.

He cleared his throat. Her mewling and her sexual moaning was enough for him to forget all inhibitions, and give her what she had wanted from the start, and that was the sexual release, which, even in her dream, she seemed to have been searching. A rather welcome change, as it seemed he would easily gain her somehow.

" I think I know what your problem is, child..." he started, " and I can help you, if you so want it."