The *Snap* of his fingers echoed loudly in the air and Annes head whipped around to see... Nothing. Just her footprints in the sand and a pair of his.

As she stared though a footprint appeared, and another, and another all heading straight towards her. She gaped, frozen in place as she stood, awed as she couldn't deny the proof of her own eyes that there was an invisible red demon baring down on her.

As the footprints built up speed they closed the distance toward her at a frightening place. But she wasn't going to just stand there watching them and she turned and ran. Still clutching her top to her chest she put her head down to get away, but the lake felt like it was so far away!

His lean body was built for a purpose. While it possesses ungodly...(oh he liked that word) strength, there was enough muscles and enough in his body to propel him up into the air. He did sped up, on the pretense of chasing down the girl, if only to, in the end, jump up in the air and move quickly from point a to point b.

He had one finger ready. One snap...

-SNIKT-

She moved a little too quick for him. She did not turn around and look, though, she continued running, although there was a little cut in her side. Just enough to penetrate the suit...but not enough to penetrate the skin. He jumped up once again...

-SNIKT-

One again, a different part of the suit.

No matter how far or fast she ran she didn't seem to be drawing any closer to the lake. It was as if it was moving back from her, taunting her, watching what was going on, refusing its aid until it deemed her "ready", as insane as it sounded to her own mind.

-SNIKT-

She had heard the sound twice, seconds before but she /felt/ that one. It felt like someone ran a nail across her back. Her feet made a few more impressions in the sand before it dawned on her what she was hearing and feeling. This... This BASTARD was wrecking her suit!

Without thinking it through she started trying to slow her onward flight as fast as possible so she could at least try and protect herself but she found out rapidly that its hard to slow down when your are also trying to hold your top together. Anger replaced her fear and tears sprang to her eyes as she realised her bathing costume was likely ruined.

"Why are you doing this!?" she shouted, half turning as she hopped to a stop, trying to keep her balance and her top up at the same time.

He kept up with the girl's pace, although now it was beginning to turn out as a wild pace. She was maintaining good speed but she was getting erratic, bewildered, running away scared and then angry. She was also in tears...although this only served to fuel the demon's arousal further.

He did have a purpose as to why he was tearing up her beloved suit. It was thusly, if she didn't want to take it off, he would make her, by destroying it piece by piece. He could return it to normal as well, although there was a condition...if she loved it so much...

She knew what she had to do.

His timing was perfect as he jumped high into the air. Seeing that the girl was stopping made him time his jump as he listened to what she was saying...rather begging.



At that same time, he revealed himself once again just as he quickly grabbed her hand, landing on top of her and causing her to plop onto the sand. Alas, she was only inches away from the water, although he did the best he could to make sure she wouldn't land roughly.

" Why am I doing this?" he half-laughingly asked. " Why am I doing this? Simple...if you wanna preserve what's left of your suit, well...you know what to do."

He gave her a wink, and a half smirk half smile that showed his sharp fangs.

The impact knocked the wind out of her despite the cushioning from the sand. For a moment the world blurred, before snapping back into focus, the large red demon staring down at her.

As he spoke she was momentarilly confused as to what he meant, until the smirk spread across his face as he looked down at her. He wanted her to... strip? Bugger that! There was no chance she was going to strip for this.. this thing!

It was at that point she realised that she also had stopped covering her chest. With a squeak she wrapped her free arm across her bosum and glared at the leering demon, saying nothing.

A, she still wouldn't budge, but this time she apperently wasn't wholly disagreeable. For the record she stopped squirming once he'd pinned her down, and for him, that was considered a very good thing.

He looked at her up and down, and even if she covered her breasts with that free hand of hers, it only served to sex up her image even more. With her half-torn bathing suit and him being between her legs like that, her innocence only served as fuel to ignite the demon's dormant passion and his reluctant arousal. He moved closer to talk to her.

" Well if you didn't want to remove it yourself..." he said, smiling, snapping his fingers once more.

He looked down, expecting to see her naked completely, but to his dismay the suit was still there. Unnerved, though, he snapped his fingers once again, and this time fully expected to see her naked.

No such luck.

Dammit, he thought, this part of the island's playing with my magic...

A crease formed on Anne's brow as she looked at this huge red demon looming over her, snapping its fingers like it expected that something would happen. What could clicking his fingers do?

The answer came to her even as he snapped them once more, a look of bemusement clear on his (rather toothy) face... He really /was/ something from her dreams and actually wasn't human... The thought that her dreams actually had a basis in reality wasn't a pleasent one, especially given the content of them so far! It was made worse by the fact that she had a damned good idea what was going to happen next if she couldn't get away.

For the moment suspending what she thought was possible (after all - he had most definately turned invisible) it was obvious that something was wrong for him too. The thought gave her hope that there might be a way out of this!

If only she could think of it. Reality check. She was trapped under the foot a self-styled demon who out weighed her, out muscled her and out magic-ed her (magic?! what were the chances of that actually existing!). She was looking up at it (and trying to NOT look up his loin cloth - some things she really didn't want to see) and had no idea how she could even outrun it even if she could get him off her...

Even as the main part of her brain worked, throwing thoughts and ideas at her in rapid succession trying to figure out a solution another part of her brain was laughing incrediously at her. Demons? Magic? She must be losing it! But for now, she was happy to go with madness if it meant she could figure a way out from this. She could hear the water so close by and she hoped that this thing couldn't swim.

Water! That gave her an idea! What if this demon couldn't swim!

The thought made a smile spread across her face. It was a long shot but you never knew! The only problem now how to get his foot off her...

Acting on a impusle before she could talk herself out of it she let her arm fall to her side and she puffed her chest out a little, her ample breasts slightly sand-caked, the slight arc of her back making them seem bigger still, even while on her back, while she smiled in what she hoped was an alluring manner (although she had almost no experiance of being alluring at all...)

Her heart started hammering faster and faster as she readied herself to run. All she needed was that foot off her and she could get to the water!

He wasn't about to move just yet, when she smiled the sweetest of smiles.

Barring everything he had thought would've happened, he smiled back, a rather toothy grin one would equate with being angry or being threatening. She was beginning to be cooperative, it seemed! Now all he had to wait for was for her to remove that bathing suit, and everything would go downhill.

One finger moved, a clawed finger that tries to tease softly from up and down, her leg, her upper chest, his tongue coming out, evident--a forked tongue, like that of most reptilian species. The classic demonic tongue.

He'd felt her legs open up, and thought that was an invitation for him to do more, and so he moved to slowly place his leg that was pinning her from escape, from pinning both her legs to pinning just one leg, the other moving to press against her covered mound which, by his imagination, should be beginning to get moist, hopefully wet even.

" Well, well, well...Look what we have here," he said, " Finally gotten used?"

At the demons words Anne green eyes narrowed, her body tense as a harpcord wound up as it was between the adrenaline flooding her body. The uncomfortable sensation of something unwelcome moving between her legs wasn't helping the situation either.

It was a remarkable show of the control Anne was learning that she didn't just go mad and attack the treestump of a leg even though ever fiber of her body just wanted to do that. Instead she looked up into the demons black eyes, matching his stare with a glare of her own.

"Get. Off. Me."

Each word was bitten off and showed how ready she was to fight. Apparently, while Anne had learnt a lot on how to control her own emotions she had still got a lot to learn!

While he had thought she was now going to be a very willing participant, her words had just proven how wrong he was.

He wouldn't mind, though, the way she had offered her body earlier. Maybe she was tired of running, tired of trying to resist the demon's advances. After all, given that she had smiled like that earlier, maybe there was purpose behind that smile. Still he had given the benefit of the doubt and moved to that position even with her now changing her attitude about all of this.

" What? But I thought..." he said, but then he smirked. " Well then, I guess that idea is enough."

His hands started moving on their own accord it seemed, reaching her breasts in no time. He didn't like them dirty, sand caked, so he moved to mash and gently pat them, brushing away the sand that had covered them up like a natural brassiere, until he saw a hint of white skin.

With his leg in the perfect spot, and her having dried up a bit, he thought he felt a bit of wetness starting to develop down there...

Annes eyes went wide and her lips formed a soundless "NO!" as the huge red hands started to stroke down her impressive chest, but the worry didn't stop her action. As the demons hands started their carress she gripped his wrists with all her might, pushing them away from her with a rather un-womanly grunt of effort. However, the only noticeable effect she made was that the demons smirk became a little broader and she became a little less sand covered each moment. It didn't stop her trying though but the demons strength was so far beyond her own that she might as well been trying to stop the world going around.

In the back of her mind though, while her muscles buldged with the futile effort to move Lilitu off her there was a puzzlement. Why was this... demon being so gentle with her? It almost seemed like it didn't want to harm her but wanted to... what? Make love to her? It created a odd fluttering inside her that she couldn't quite pin down and, in response to that thought (and the demons insistant gentle stroking of her still covered sex) her heart skipped a beat and a tiny amount of moisture did gather between her legs.

Unfortunately, Anne was in no state to act on this peculiar thought or feeling as her severe worry (and still a good portion of anger) deepened even as the demons smirk grew broader. Without thinking things through she gave up on pushing away his hands and threw her weight to one side hoping to roll away.

If she was lucky it would unbalance him. If she was REALLY lucky he wouldn't just use her mammaries to stop her rolling....

The girl seemed to be a bit too apprehensive with her actions, even for her own good.

While Lilitu knew she was going to resist, even trying to stop his hands from dusting off her breasts, there seemed to be something in that action, something in her look that said she was thinking things over and was a little bit confused.

Maybe it was in the way which Lilitu moved, his slow, methodical touches and grasps that seemed to be aimed to produce more pleasure than pain. It wasn't that the demon was gentle or was becoming soft--it was more because he knew what they wanted. Knew that if he did this, there was a strong chance she would acquiesce and give him an easier time than he had previously anticipated, and the experience would be highly, entirely enjoyable.

Still, if there was apprehension, that seemed to be momentary. The girl seemed to awaken from her dreams and tried to roll around, revealing her attention in trying to get away. This action caught the demon in surprise, though his hands never did leave her breasts and were still grasping it while she tried to do a kind of death roll and run to nowhere.

As she attempted to pull away she was brought up short by the demon hands on her breasts, the momentary pain causing her to wince. Rolling back she tried to push the demons massive hands from their painful grip on her chest.

"GET OFF ME!" she screamed, her back arched, muscles straining as she wrestled futilely with the demons hands. She was rapidly moving beyond thought, her only desire to get away to a place of safety. Where such a place was was a question in itself, but for her, at this point in time just away from the red demons hands would do her just fine.

Well dang it...this wasn't turning out the way he'd envision it to turn out.

What he knew was that she was ready to give out. She had been real docile all the while as he slowly took off her sand-brassiere, but this situation was completely different from earlier as she started writhing and thrashing, and her efforts had transformed from what was seen as her resigning to fate, and preparing to enjoy the old demon, to actively trying to get away and wanting to get away as far as possible from the old demon.

He had resorted to accidentally gripping her breasts painfully. He did not want to...violence wasn't one of his stronger suits and was not his preference at the moment...but she didn't give him one shred of a choice. He tried to remedy the situation, but to no avail.

A well placed motion sent him over her, removing him from her...and surprising him, and her possible. There was a choice for the girl now, two choices...the forest and the lake. He realized that as well, although in his mind, he was dreading the seemingly ready-choice that the girl may choose.

Things would get a little bit unmanageable now.

The sight of the demon sailing over her head was both extraordinary and completely unexpected. As she watched she caught his eyes for a fraction of a second and she could have sworn that he looked just as suprised as she was!

Somehow in her struggles she had managed to connect with a perfect kick that had sent him catapulting over her head, although such a thing didn't seem possible. However, the probability of such a thing occuring was the last thing on her mind - she was free! Scrambling to her feet she ran, unthinking across the beach with no destination in mind, her heading set quite simply by the direction she was standing when she stood up.

By pure luck the course she had been running was parallel to the water and as her feet pounded the sand her mind finally managed to inject enough awareness on her to give her a target rather than mindless flight. The same target she had in mind when she first started running - The water.

Dramatically altering her course she threw herself forward, feet splashing the water as she ran, only slowing down as she gained depth, as the water pulled at her, forcing slowness even as she struggled for speed, droplets flying everywhere.