Anne felt the arm wrap around her side as she laughed and cried. She didn't resist as it wrapped around her. What would be the point? It wasn't like she could do anything about it! She was exhausted. She wished that this was some sort of crazy dream she couldn't wake up from but at the same time the reality, the breath, the pain of the air sawing into her lungs and the hot tears on her cheeks showed that the thought that this could be a dream as a lie.

As her shoulders heaved, the odd mix of laughter and crying filling the air the demons arm looped around her. She allowed herself to be drawn into his embrace, the frame of the small student being dwarfed by the much larger demon as he held her almost tenderly.

As she was drawn close, her mad laughter finally flickered and died, silence rushing in to fill the void. She let herself be drawn into the demon, turning slightly so that she could look up into the impossibility that was in front of her. With her face angled up, she found she was mere inches away from the red-skinned face. Her bright green ones that still shone with tears as they looked up into the black demons.

Despite how she felt, the fire that burned within the young student was not so easilly quenched by mere hoplessness. It lay just underneath the surface, dormant The fight that had carried her so far and so well, the anger that kept her back straight and unbowed remained, awaiting. But, with what seemed like one of her dreams coming true she left her head tilted up, almost daring the demon to kiss her.

The demon was by no means gentle, nor had he shown any affection of the girl. If any feeling was to be expected out of Lilitu, it was lust. The prey had stopped squirming, in a figurative sense. Right now, what he wanted was to get started.

His hands snaked through the girl's body, touching areas which had so fascinated him. He gave special attention to her breasts, cupping them in their nakedness. He felt her nipples harden under his touch; still, her back gave no indication of ever bending. He caressed areas in her back he felt sensitive as he slowly took to looking at her eyes.

Green irises shot back at him, glistening with tears, a recent event following the aftermath of the girl laughing at the helplessness she was resigned to. It wasn't that bad at all, though, when she was this silent. He fought the urge to laugh some more as her face hinted a puppy-dog appearance, as if asking for its food. He wasn't prepared to see her like this, but somehow, strangely, this look turned him on more than it made him swoon.

With him looking at her with a fiery lust in his eyes, he moved closer to her face. With one hand being left to caress her nipples with his fingers, he held her chin with the other one. Mimicking a move only seen in sappy romances, he moved in closer, gently holding her chin...and kissed her with the fiery lust of a thousand convicts soon to die, hoping for one, final kiss.

If anything, the kiss could be described 'indecent'.

The demons tongue forced itself into her mouth, batting aside her own in its quest to conquer. In return, Anne actually fought back. Her own tongue pushed against the demons. It forced it to one side, pushing into the demons mouth as her hand rested against his chest.

It was wet. It was messy. It was indecent.

Anne's focus moved into the kiss and her eyes narrowed slightly. She could feel the lust radiating off the monster. It.. He wanted her. It might have been the insanity of a cracked mind but she could almost laugh at it. Being wanted and desired by a demon? It was enough to make a girl feel sexy!

While she couldn't run she certainly could make the demon work for her though. Or perhaps even more. Gradually she started exerting pressure on the demons chest, seeing if he would naturally rock backwards, allowing her on top.

This kiss that the demon had shared with so many girls gradually had them running away, but not this girl.

In a further convincing note that at last, she had lost her mind, the girl had started out with surprise and apprehension, but never did really struggle. If she did, all she did was to place a palm on the demon's chest in order to keep him from holding her closer. He wasn't doing any such thing, though. It was to help him keep his attentions on the girl's nipple, playfully raking his clawed fingers against it, trapping it between a claw, or something akin to that.

Pretty soon, he felt her resolve harden, and was surprised back. She started to fight his ministrations--although it was inside his mouth. She was beginning to become aggressive, kissing back in pretty much the same fashion as the demon did. She did it dirty, wet, indecent...the kind of things the demon expected she had, but did not expect to see so soon.

Another thing that surprised the demon was her next actions. The hand that was on the demon's chest was actually trying to get him back. To lay him down, perhaps? Most likely. The demon was accustomed to taking control of things, but seeing as she was already broken beyond repair, what did he have to lose? He decided that he would play along by her rules and see where the rest of this would go. He acquiesced to her action, and slowly, surely, moved along to the motion of the girl's palm.

She couldn't quite believe it as the demon submitted to the tiny amount of pressure her tired and achining body could produce and she felt herself be born back, ending up straddling the much bigger demon. She lay on top of him, her hands pressing him down into the sand as their kiss continued.

It was among the strangest jumps of logic that anyone could make. With no options, exhausted and, if she was going to be honest with herself (which at the moment she was concentrating on not being) scared out of her mind. The prospect of being raped again filled her with a terror she didn't want to and in many ways, couldn't face. As a result, she grasped at this single, desperate gamble, a final roll of the dice to avoid being forced into sex.

Finding that she was now straddling his body with her arms barely supporting her weight she broke the kiss. With a bit of effort she pushed up his body, keeping her gaze locked on the inhuman one of the demons and let her breasts hand over her his mouth, offering them for his attention. The demon had been enjoying the touch after all!

In a switch that can only be defined as an effect of this place and an effect of hopelessness, the girl had turned from victim to aggressor.

It was as clear as anyone can see. For, if she wasn't, then why the heck would she be acting this way? She was moving as if she wanted him--clearly an effect of the general hopelessness of the situation. She looked like she wanted him...would it be this way if it wasn't for facts such as her not being able to find a way out of this? He liked it very much, though. It would save him a lot of trouble and energy for trying to subdue her.

He'd lie down and wait for her next actions, though they would only serve to further confuse him. For he would certainly have to do something to make her move according to his desires, right? That would turn out to be wrong, it seemed. She moved of her own accord, and it looked like it was going to be one heck of a party when she offered him what she vehemently protected only a few moments ago: her breasts.

Once they landed on his mouth, he sucked with the energy of a teen prom date who was only looking at real boobs for the first time. He had lusted after them for quite a long time, it was impossible to just keep his lust under wraps. He'd moved to suck on them hungrily, holding the girl in place as he did.

With his arms around her her course was set. She couldn't even attempt to get away, even if she thought her shaky legs would take her more than a couple of strides. Letting herself enjoy the rampant sucking of her nipples sent small shots of what could only be pleasure through her and she wriggled on top of him as he continued.

She allowed him to nibble and suck at one for a moment, before moving and offering him the other. All the time she was fighting herself to do what she knew she must, reach down to his cock. His tongue wrapping around her nipples helped, lessening her inhibitions slightly. Slowly, she moved her hand down his chest to the red mans own nipple, tweaking it a little forcefully before moving it down further, the speed limited by her own exhaustion and need to balance herself on a weary arm.

He squeezed the breasts to further prominence. Oh, they were a joy to behold earlier. Running after her for such a long time had made him hungrier for them than he had ever been. And now that they were in front of him, offered for his enjoyment, he wouldn't let such an offer go to waste. He would take up the offer, even more so than he thought was possible for him.

His sucking was matched by his licking, wherein his serpentine tongue dance circles around the girl's nipples. After he'd sucked and bit on one, she offered the other, to which he responded by trying to encircle her nipple with his thin, long tongue. It was nicer and even more of a joy than he'd ever though possible. He didn't even expect it to be like this, since he was after pure lust. He was happy, there was no doubt about that. Happy that finally, he can let himself go and be the demon everyone here expected him to be.

While he was sucking, he felt a small, dainty hand trace down his body covered with what appeared to be markings and tattoos that were etched deep into his crimson skin. She had tracked down a teat, and had playfully twisted it. Lust was working within her as well, it seemed. She wouldn't be able to do that if she wasn't turned on beyond belief. She didn't stay for long though, much to his surprise. It seemed the surprises wouldn't stay long.

Her true target was the steadily hardening cock of the demon, well hidden within the confined of his loincloth.

The demon couldn't be more wrong, lust being among the last thing on her mind. It was her own will forcing her on, although this same will couldn't prepare her body for any sort of penetration... That was something else that Anne was determinedly not thinking about. Her badly thought out plan really depended on being able to bring him off with just her hands and (urk!) her mouth.

As her hands moved downwards her hands traced patterns, running down those brands and scars. If she was more in control of her mind she would have been fascinated with them and almost certainly stopped, asking what they were and what they meant. In fact, such an image did flash through her mind.. Both her and this demon sat sipping tea discussing such things. The image made her smile again, its complete ridiculousness helping dilute the fear that she had deep inside.

Her hand continued to creep down, stroking over the loincloth, its weave rough to her hands and her eyes widened as her hand pushed down the corners of the cloth, for the first time feeling the red mans cock. It was pretty damned big, and she wasn't certain just how hard it was. The feeling of fear surged through her again and she started rubbing it through the cloth, more a nervous reaction than anything else, any action being better than the urgent need she felt to run. Run and never look back.

As her hands moved she focused again on those deep ornate scars, trying to forget what she was doing for the moment.

The demon's mind was racing with a million ideas while the girl was 'aroused'. He was trying to pick the right way to go about it, the style that would work, the action that would click. But it failed miserably. Especially when he was in this position, expecting everything to go down all at once in a thundering eruption, he couldn't think straight. Quite uncharacteristic for a being of his position, it seemed.

His position, however, was underneath the girl, sucking on her titties. It dawned upon him that she seemed to be too over-eager feeding him her breasts, but he didn't dare complain. Her hands were even moving all over his body, tracing scars, feeling bumps in his body that were dots lining the runes. He liked what she was doing, only that she seemed too eager for comfort.

However, once she reached his cock, it seemed natural. She was impatient; yet he would soon know how wrong his assumptions were.

[OOC: Sorry for the hurried posts, kind of in a jam, you see...]

The Red creatures mouth slobbering over her breasts gave a odd counterpoint to her feelings and helped her continue her slow motions lower. All too soon her hand reached the rough weave that made up the fabric of his loincloth.

Anne's hand wrapped around the bulge in the cloth, She hesitated a moment, her hand shaking as she took in the fact that her hand was around a cock. Allowing for the sheer impossibilities of what exactly the cock was attached too she started pumping her hand slowly, up and down through the cloth, unwilling, or perhaps unable to actually touch it directly.

He couldn't think, she was driving him insane. A bit to the brink, it seemed, as all the sexual frustration boiled over and threatened to spill all into this moment.

He was thinking about how to repay her, though, but it was obvious. Two can play at this game, and he needed to make her cum, feel as much as he was feeling right now. It wasn't pretty hard to do; he can feel her trembling. Her every reaction to every movement he did, and she did, was enough for the demon to tell that she was pretty much sexually frustrated herself.

His forked tongue rolled over a nipple he had deep in his mouth. Waiting for the tell-talle quake, he continued doing this--in slow intervals, at first, then he built it up as time passed by. He mashed her other tit while it laid waiting for his attention, the shape of it a perfect fit for his palm. He would smile, if not for the nice tit he had in his mouth. And oh, his hands. One of them was currently busy with her tit. The other, he would just let it roam all over her body...stroking her bum, gripping her closer to him, feeling her smooth, nubile skin. She was ripe for the picking, like they said.

He felt her hands too. It was as if she wanted to take the lead, and felt it rubbing and stroking his pulsating member. Of course it failed to grip his member from one side to the other, either he was as huge as he felt, or she had dainty hands. Whatever the case, it seemed she was welcoming this intrusion. The quivering on her hands seemed to tell him one thing also; she was getting lost in the moment. Every moment led to an anticipation which only served to stoke their fires. He felt her tug gently, starting a motion which he needed to reciprocate or else, he would go too early.

Terrified she might have been. Hoping with every inch of herself that this wasn’t happening she was doing, but she still recognized the increased furor of his touch on her skin. The mouth on her nipple seemed like it had turned into a vacum and the gentle mauling of her body had definitely stepped up a pace. It seemed that he (or whatever it was!) was getting more and more excited and somewhere in her overtired and overloaded brain she realized that this was the out she was working towards.

Her hand moved faster, masturbating the huge erection, hoping to bring him off and let her get away. More by accident than any skill her thumb grazed down the head, pushing that rough fabric over the sensitive glans each downward stroke.

He was still a little bit too busy and preoccupied with the boob in his mouth and the nipple in his tongue's grasp. He couldn't move, even if he wanted to. Nor would he ever want to; this was almost like the situation he had caught himself trapped in countless times in the past. It was very, very enticing, and it was good enough for someone such as him. He couldn't move, yes, but he didn't care.

Although what he cared about, though, was the girl's naughty hands moving over his crotch. With careful and precise actions, he found himself being rubbed up and down, up and down, his shaft continuously responding to her voracious touch, to her every whim and fantasy. It's as if he had no choice but to feel like he was being brought so dangerously over the edge, so close to the precipice...

Maybe that was it?

She had suddenly shifted from being vengeful amazon to lust-filled harlot in like the blink of an eye. She couldn't have wanted this so soon, could she? He could contemplate her hopelessness in the situation she was in, but she wouldn't instantly have welcomed him and thrown herself like this had she grasped that hopelessness. She would still be defiant, like she did earlier. Or perhaps, he was thinking of this way too much?

Besides, he had another potent weapon in his arsenal, one he didn't bother to let her know...or would not even bother to let her know.

If Anne was thinking straight she might have recognised the look on the demons face, no matter how inhuman it might be. She might have seen the lust in its eyes, and beyond that the anticipation of that hidden secret. Then again, she might have simply mistook it for simple lust and the imminence of his orgasm...

Either way, she didn't see any of the signs, her vision inwards far more than outwards, hiding in the halls of her own mind from what she was doing. Her hands continued stroking up and down the demons shaft, almost frentic trying to make the demon come, hoping... believing that she would be free afterwards - that she could escape and forget it all like a bad dream.