"Y-yes! Class is important...and...and if I keep missing them, I'll...hahh..." A soft gasp interrupts her words at the touch of an impossibly smooth, strong hand trailing its fingers against her cheek. She shakes off the desire for a moment, the urgency of her situation refusing to die completely...or maybe because she likes the play and counterplay leading up to what she knows is coming. It's hard to say at this point, given that she's certainly not behaving the way she normally would...

"I...it's a nice offer, but I have to be th...mmn!" This time her words stop as a finger is placed across her lips, warm and so smooth...she has to fight off a mad desire to kiss the digit, give it a lick. "Mmmhn..." Green eyes widen for a second as Arblis' finger pushes insistently forward, but fall half-closed as she submits and allows the digit its entry. Soft, warm lips wrap delicately around that invading digit as Lacey starts to suckle lightly.

He pushes deeper in, and finds her tongue awaiting the warm finger...though she doesn't try to force it out with the pink muscle. Rather her tongue begins to dance and swirl with the invader, bathing it lovingly with the wet, warm muscle. Heat flares inside her at the feel of that finger between her lips, against her tongue...a familiar tingle starts up in her tummy and between her legs, and the redhead's breathing becomes a little quicker...eyes fall fully closed as she sucks on the Djinn's finger, losing herself in her task for the moment.

"Mmmh...ahhh?" The finger is pulling...back? She follows, not quite ready to give it up yet...but finds her progress checked by Arblis himself, his hand capturing her wrist. Why won't he give her his finger? But that hand brings her own up to the top button of her blouse...and gazing into the burning pits of his eyes, she knows what he wants of her. She shivers...though there's little to do with fear in the motion. Her knees tremble a little bit. Is she really going to do this? Outside and up a tree with a monster, where anyone could see her if they would just look up...? "Hhhaahhh..."

Fingers deftly undo the topmost button of her blouse...then move south, unbuttoning as they go. One by one, the buttons fall to the redhead's own fingers. Inch by inch her smooth, pale skin is revealed to the creature before her. All too soon, the blouse is unbuttoned and hangs from slender shoulders, open in the front. The toned sweep of her tummy is revealed to plain sight...and her perky breasts are hidden away only by the school-issue white cotton bra she wears. Even obscured by the garment, those handfuls have a nice shape that draws the palms like a magnet even if they aren't as large as some girls'.

Beneath her skirt, Lacey's thighs press together against that tingling heat. The redhead gently bites her bottom lip as shivers crawl up and down her spine. Exposing herself here...she doesn't want to admit it but...it's a rush. Stripping herself down for him out here with girls rushing about from one class to the next...it's exciting. Slowly her blouse slips from her shoulders, the light garment fluttering down to hang on the tree branch and leaving only the bra to offer any cover to her upper half. The redhead's cheeks are a bright pink as she continues to gaze up into those hypnotic fire-pit eyes, shoulders trembling partly in anxiety, mostly in desire for his touch anywhere upon the slim figure partly revealed to him now.

She contemplates removing the rest of her clothing...but no. She doesn't want to rush this. Sliding out of her clothes, one article at a time...taking little steps towards the point of no return...the inevitability of it all makes her quiver inside, gets her wet. The more clothing she takes off, the less chance there is that she'll be able to hide what she's doing up in this tree...and she likes doing this slowly. Is this really who she is...? It's not her first time being undressed like this in a public place...and she likes it as much now as she had when she'd been following Vera's orders...I'm so...dirty...

Arblis can feel how desperately she wants his touch on her pale skin, and he begins his task with gusto. As her blouse falls to the waiting branch, the smoky djinn closes the precious few inches separating him from the blushing beauty. His burning eyes grow to fill her entire vision in a blinding sea of orange light that forces her eyes closed just as lips lock onto her ruby mouth. He can feel her trembling body against him, can sense that she wants to cry out from both fear and anticipation, but he forestalls her by sliding his long, smooth, tongue between her jaws and holding her in the kiss. The snakelike invader explores the dark cavern to its fullest, playing and wrestling with its waiting mate in an erotic dance.

As the sensual kiss continues, Arblis presses tight against the fiery haired student, reveling in the texture of her skin and the heat emanating from her core. His powerful arms wrap around her middle, extending and curving at an unnatural angle until each has completely circled her body. One of the long sinuous appendages travels along her stomach, tracing along the waistband of her skirt. The warm fingers threaten to slide still lower to search for the treasure chest hidden within, but Arblis shows restraint and satisfies himself with the feel of her toned abs. Each thick finger traces the curves of her taunt skin, leaving burning trails of desire in its wake.

His other hand reaches up to play with the firm orbs that had been pressed tightly against his chest. His palm slips smoothly between their bodies until it covers her left mound over the thin fabric of her bra, squeezing lightly against the firm resistance. He can feel her peak stiffening in his grasp as his fingers press the cotton against her skin. As the kiss draws on, he feels the need to play with her breast unimpeded, and slides the bra's cup down to allow him access. He roles the pink tip of her nipple between his strong forefinger and thumb; pinching, tweaking, pulling, playing her body like an instrument and listening to the music of her dirty moans pressed against his lips.

After what seems like an eternity, Arblis breaks the kiss to allow his playmate a breath. His arms recede to a more natural length, still holding her at the waist to keep her balanced on the precarious branch, but giving her freedom to continue with her lovely performance.

There's a frozen moment in time for the little redhead as that blouse settles fully on the branch, fragile and crystal clear; the Djinn hovers there, smoky and menacing and powerful...and focused completely on her, so far as she can tell. Those eyes that swallow her whole look nowhere else, burning bright and baleful and gazing steadily into her own green orbs, like a fire aching to consume rich grasslands...though the oddity in this moment of utter clarity comes not from the simile itself, but from the desire of those fields to be consumed.

The moment shatters as Arblis glides forward, a short distance that requires a short breath's worth of time...and seems to take forever and happen instantly at the same time. Part of her wishes desperately to pull back, still anxious and fearful. Lacey's author of choice once wrote that humanity is a sad creature that flinches away from the things that would bring pleasure, shunning and forsaking enjoyment for the sake of living a safe and quiet life. Part of her wants very much to prove Goethe right...but the part of her that melts into the embrace of the wish-granting creature laughs as she throws safety to the flames and watches it burn.

"Hahhmmmmmnnnh!" The soft noise that slips from Lacey's lips is the sound of a breath partly drawn in...then eagerly surrendered to the mouth of the creature, along with her own lips. His tongue slithers into her mouth over soft, parted lips and finds a willing dance partner in her own. She shivers and whimpers in his embrace as the two muscles slide against one another, his longer and more dextrous...but hers determined and just as hungry for him as he seems to be for her. Her hands reach up and find purchase against his shoulders...and while part of her lobbies to push him away, that part seems small and insignificant compared to the part of her that tries to pull him closer against her body, as though such a thing were possible. Her heated frame aches to feel even more warmth...his warmth against her own...

Lacey's mouth works heatedly, restlessly against Arblis' own, sucking delicately on his lips while he enfolds her in an embrace, strong arms wrapping around her middle...and feeling long enough that they might be able to do so several times. She quivers as she realizes this isn't just a trick of her fevered and sex-driven mind; his arms HAVE lengthened! The fingers of one hand slip to the waist of her skirt, hovering and teasing...before pulling away to trace over the muscles of her tummy, making her twitch and shudder, whining soft disappointment into his mouth...though she's not all that displeased. Much like undressing, the redhead wants very much to savor these touches. She loves being teased...though she'll never admit it openly.

She manages to keep from crying out thanks only to his lips locked against hers as the other hand makes its presence known on her still-hidden breasts. Thick fingers ply her perky orbs with a delicate skill she wouldn't believe, were she not on the recieving end. His touch is warm even through the cotton of her bra, and her peaks respond quickly to that touch. They stand firm and proud and await more of that touch. "Hnnnh...!" She doesn't have to wait long before the telltale spark shoots through her body as Arblis seeks the left peak out, sending heat flickering through the redhead's body. Her soft gasps are all the encouragement she can manage with her tongue occupied as it is...and she offers them up into their smoldering kiss, giving her very breath to the Djinn as he has his way with her body.

She gasps again as those fingers tire of feeling her through a dampering veil of cotton and tug the troublesome cup from her left breast, leaving orb and peak bare and at the mercy of his touch. Fingers capture the pink bud and lightning and fire rage within the redhead, making her shake and twitch as he tugs and rubs, strokes and caresses, plies her supple flesh with an expert touch and forces her to give up more of her air into his own un-breathing lips. A particularly sweet tug, bringing with it just the slightest hint of pain to spice her pleasure, has the redhead's eyes open...and lock upon those orange pits once more.

They swallow her whole, engulf her world and her awareness. Everything is a heated flickering orange...and with that color comes a burst of heat within her body to match the suggestion of that warmth that she feels surrounding her. Enfolded in it, wrapped up tight, there's no chance for escape...just as it should be. She whimpers to him, begging for those touches, trying to close those eyes...but unwilling to do so at the same time. She drowns in his embrace, losing her air to him...and she couldn't care less. She WANTS this...her surrender to hunger...both his and her own. The knowledge she'd agreed to is a distant memory compared to this moment, easily as frozen and clear as the first...

But this one also shatters as the Djinn pulls back, giving the redhead room to breathe. For a long moment, she can't remember how; her eyes stare sightlessly up at his, her lips trembling as though still kissing his, her body quivering in his embrace and held up only by his arms around her. Her eyes widen after a second, and she draws a deep breath into her lungs, her chest rising with the inhalation of cool, blessed air. "HHHhhh...! .....Hh-hhahhhhh...." It comes out shaky...though she manages to keep it quiet enough not to attract the attention of her nearby peers.

Still stunned, Lacey merely sways gently in Arblis' arms. Dazed is an understatement...and it's only partly due to lack of air. Beneath her skirt, her thighs ache lightly from clenching so tight...and her sex, soaked against her underwear, aches for another reason, though clenching has something to do with that as well. The redhead takes stock of her tingling body, noting its complaints...most of which are about how he'd stopped touching and kissing. She's panting, out of breath and unable to get her breathing under control and into a rhythm...and all this from a deep kiss and some light petting! The fifteen minutes in which she's supposed to stay quiet aren't even close to past yet! Wouldn't it be wiser to call all of this off and just back away...? If the passing of a few minutes has her like THIS, then three hours might leave her a mindless wreck, even WITHOUT the lesson! She can't help but shudder at how delicious the three hours is sounding right now, easily sweeping aside any misgivings...

Rather than call anything off, the redhead's response to her newly found breathing room is put to better use; first, her fingers reach back and deftly unclasp her bra, allowing her perky mounds with their stiff peaks to bounce fully into view of the lusty Djinn. A careless flick of her wrist lands the garment on the same branch as her blouse, though she doesn't bother to look and see for herself. Next comes the skirt, unzipped and left to fall to the branch at gravity's behest. The athletic student steps free of that garment as well, the slender and well-trained columns of her thighs flexing as she does so, more of her soft, warm skin open for Arblis' viewing pleasure. There's a telltale moistness on the undergarment between those thighs...and a glistening on the inside of them as well, giving silent testimony to the effect of the Djinn's skill at kissing and touching.

Freed of most of her clothing now, Lacey gazes up into Arblis' eyes, making sure she still has his attention. Bad idea or no, it's clear that she absolutely aches for more of this. The redhead arches slowly back against the Djinn's arms, the motion causing interesting rippling up and down her toned frame and pushing her newly-bared chest up in offering to his touch, his kiss, his gaze...whatever he wishes to do with her offer. Her hips roll just once, the motion a slow and fluid undulation of her entire body culminating in that one spot, drawing the eyes to her panty-clad hips and the treasure waiting beneath the undergarment. The entire exchange is wordless, soundless save for Lacey's softly panting breaths...but the message comes across loud and clear; she's not backing down, not from him and not from his challenge. She wants more.

As the connection that was far more than a kiss, more like an exchange of life's breath, Arblis pulls back to study this incredible creature in his arms. Her full breasts heave with every intake of breath, one exposed, the other still hidden behind its white covering. Her whole body shudders while she attempts to reorient herself around where she is, what just happened. Then her eyes refocus and she knows EXACTLY what she wants to happen. She wants him, he can feel the desire pouring from her body, and she wastes no time showing what she has to offer.

Her firm breasts fall unrestricted from the cotton bra with a tantalizing bounce that draws his orange eyes like a flame to incredibly sexy moths...there is something wrong here, but he doesn't care. Her body is too beautiful for thoughts to matter. All that matters is that he can feel her skin, hear her moans, taste her pleasure and breath in the scent of her lust. But before he can recover from his transfixed gaze, she has removed her skirt allowing it to fall. She stands before him in only her panties. They seem such a feeble wall between the waves of need flowing between them, and he can already see that her juices have started to erode that dam. One more shake of her hips, and a drop of dew falls from the fabric, landing feet from a student passing beneath, and the spell is broken. This is not a time to stare at his prize. Now is the moment to accept what she has offered and make her his in a way that words never can.

One breath, two, Lacey is panting, still trying to make her body understand that it needs to prepare for far more than a kiss.

And then the assault begins. A spark of understand passes between the two and they both move at the same moment. They close the gap allowed to form between their bodies in a fraction of a second, diving headlong into another kiss. Arblis' mouth is clamped on hers, his tongue fencing hers as if both their lives were at stake. The hands steadying her hips slid forward and down, seizing her toned butt over the panties and heaving her into the air, pinning her hips against his own. He almost spanks those firm muscles before he remembers the need for silence, then raises one hand to provide a whip like crack for that exact reason. But no, he doesn't want to be interrupted. He can feel her wrapping her legs behind him, holding him tight, refusing to let go. As if he would ever let go.

A cock extends from his pelvis, easily 10" long, hard, hot and, pulsing, textured with small bumps and ridges unlike the rest of his smooth skin. It grows right up against the dampness of her panties, first trying to poke through them, then sliding along the folds so that every ridge plays against her folds through the thin fabric. One of the hands on her ass grabs a handful of that cloth and pulls, drawing it into a tight cord against her drenched pussy, while he shifts his hips to rub his bulge against it.

He grinds there for maybe 30 seconds, locked in each other's embrace, before releasing his kiss, raising her ass a fraction, and dropping his mouth to more productive work against her rounded tits. He refuses to let her cry out though. A new tentacle sprouts from his shoulder the moment before his lips untangle from hers, and he can tell she is going to say something, to shout for him to take her, or to scream how amazing his simplest touch makes her feel. The phallic tip presses roughly against her lips before she has that chance, shoving its way inside in a complete surprise. It stops just short of gagging her, but it mutes her moans and keeps her tongue busy while his own mouth finds its prize.

His head bends until his lips find the pink bud of her neglected right breast. Engorged and ripe to be taken, he lathers it with his tongue, flicking it from side to side and glorying in the shivers he can feel pulsing through her body at his touch. He circles the peak several times, tasting her sweet, before clamping teeth onto it. He doesn't break the skin, but it was certainly a moment of pain mixed into the tide of pleasure that has washed over her body so far. And in a flash, the pain is gone, replaced with kisses and gentle sucking on the offended nipple. A few more moments of gentle licking before he switches to the other side and repeats the process. Again, there is that sharp feeling of pain, but this time it is accompanied by a thrust of the snakelike appendage playing in her mouth. As she tries to gasp at the shock, she instead finds the cock sheathing itself in her throat, engulfed in the heat and pressure of her muscles. It only remains there for a few heartbeats, but the message is clear: I have the power. I can cause you pain. I can fuck you however I like. And almost as an afterthought, but in fact an intended message slipped into her mind, "he knows thats exactly how I like it".

Those eyes wander over her body as she exposes herself to him, offers herself to him, like a caress. She can feel his gaze as much as see it...feel the want of it, the sheer heat...and it makes her heart race, standing there in his arms with her body shivering and aching for what she knows he wants to give her. To give what she knows he wants to take. That gaze with all its fiery intensity as it roams over her figure...it's almost as sweet as a touch.

Almost. Arblis puts the truth to that as he moves in, once more stealing her lips. Lacey can do little but whimper, her own parting to accept that tongue between her lips once more, eyes falling closed as he wrestles in the warmth and wetness of the redhead's mouth with her own pink muscle. His body presses against her...and hers melts to his, all willing submission and delicious need. Even the little voice in the back of her mind telling her how bad this is seems to have fallen silent for the moment. Need infuses every inch of her being, from her head to her toes and down to her soul.

Hands grip her ass, lifting her into the air and causing her to vent a startled, delighted gasp into his mouth. Her arms go over his shoulders, around the back of his neck as she clings to him, rolling her hips, pressing her toned backside against those squeezing digits. One of those hands quivers on her backside for a moment, and her breath catches. He raises it, strong and wide...and her response is to roll her hips once more, arching her lower back to offer her ass out to that hand, begging it to fall. She whimpers again into his mouth, heart trip-hammering in her chest, her body buzzing with that sweet, heated tingle coursing through her, head so light she feels she might well fly away...

The hand doesn't fall. Why...? She wants it...he HAS to know she wants it! HE wants it...she can tell that much...so why not...? Her legs wrap around him, tightening around his waist as he continues to steal her air with his kiss...as she continues to give it to him...why won't he bring his hand down and--"Mmmmmh!"

Something grinds up against her soaking wet flower through the panties...hard and hot, throbbing and...ridged? An electric thrill courses through her body as she realizes that the huge thing pressing against her from below is none other than his shaft. Hard and pulsing...ridged and bumpy...and her sensitive, needful body can feel ever single one of those bumps and ridges as they grind against her. The hand is forgotten in a moment of pure, unrepentant hunger for that thickness, desire to have it drive into her, fill her, fuck her into a frenzy...

Lacey's body shifts back and forth against the Djinn, her sex grinding heatedly, needfully against that thickness that throbs against her, teases her with the promise of fullness...completeness. Her core quivers and twitches, eager and hungry...if only he'd give it to her now, instead of just grinding against her...it feels so GOOD when he grinds against her...what will it be like when he grinds INSIDE her?

Her green eyes open wide, upset as he moves his lips from her own. Is she to be teased her as well? He'll drive her insane at this rate! Where is he...? "N...no-Mmmph?! Mmmhn..." Before she can give her protest any real voice, a tendril slides between her lips, thrusting into her mouth and muffling her outcry. That's right...she's supposed to be staying quiet...her tongue automatically starts to stroke against the invading tentacle, bathing it gently with motions that seem almost instinctive in nature. Has her time on the island changed her this much...? She shivers, having no real answer to give to herself...but she knows what she likes now, if nothing else.

She suckles on the tendril-cock, her eyes falling partially closed...only to widen again, another muffled gasp slipping from her as she feels warm lips wrap around the peak of her right breast. "Mmmhn..!" The slim girl arches hard in his embrace, her own tightening around him, trying to keep him pressed against her body, her chest, her sex...to make him touch her even more, push inside her...anything! EVERYTHING! That tongue swirls and dances against her hypersensitive peak, rolling it this way and that and...

Teeth! She squeaks in surprise at the feel of them against her peak...but the sound is muffled by the thrust of the tentacle into her throat. Teeth bite down on her nipple...a shock of pain rushes through her breast, throughout the rest of her body in a lightning fast streak...and mingles with the pleasure already flooding her senses, becoming something hot and silvery and sweet. The pain itself melts into a warm rush, little more than a different flavor of pleasure. The redhead's muffled whimper is clear only to her own ears and the Djinn's around that tendril currently fucking her mouth...one she sucks and squeezes even more desperately than before, throat tightening around its shaft as she swallows around it, the creature gently sucking and licking the sweetly stung pink bud once more as though apologizing...though they both know it's not the case. He'd likely never stoop to apologizing, and she wants nothing to do with an apology anyway; she wants more.

Arblis' lips move to her left breast once more, beginning the now familiar pattern of teasing and suckling and licking at the stiff, sensitive tip of her perky orb, tongue flickering skillfully against the peak. Lacey purrs softly, deep in her throat, inadvertently sending vibrations up and down the length of the shaft within while she does some sucking and licking of her own...and then arches and gives a muffled squeal as once more the Djinn's teeth clamp against their target, tugging and making her ache sweetly. The pain is a perfect counterpoint...something to focus on, something that makes the pleasure even sharper as it sweeps throughout her body. How does he know what she wants so well...?! If she didn't have this tendril in her mouth, she'd be screaming!

Her hips grind down against him, sex warm and wet and full of need against his stiff, quivering rod, kept from her by her panties...WHY AM I STILL WEARING THESE?! Frustrated whimpers and whines slip muffled from her lips as her slim, warm figure rocks against the Djinn's own powerful frame. Want surges within her, desire unrestrained and unabashed, as he teases her higher and higher, still not giving her what she wants...which serves only to make her want that much more. Hips slide back and forth, smearing his length with the lustful essence soaking her panties, little gasps hiccuping from her whenever her clitty rubs up against one of those bumps...GOD they'll feel so good inside her, if he ever gives it to her!

The tendril slips back from her throat, giving her a second to breathe again...but is that what she wants? The redhead murmurs softly and begins to bob her head back and forth in time with the shift of her hips, sucking at that tendril and beckoning it forward again with sweet strokes of her tongue and lips. It's obvious to her who's in control here...meaning her job is to make him WANT to give it to her. Her lips, locked around that tentacle, curve into a wicked little smile while she continues to try and please the shaft.

Oh God she was amazing! How could Arblis have found such a impeccable catch? Fastened to him like a barnacle, humming with passion, and want, and need, Lacey's emotions were a firestorm within his head. Her grinding hips, muffled cries and clutching arms said it all. Although her mouth was occupied, he could hear her desires as if through a megaphone, just two words encompassing her entire being: FUCK ME!

And she was making every attempt to convince him to give her what she needed. Her mouth was a wonderland of sensation to him as she did everything in her power to devour the cock stuffed inside it. Her tongue was alive along its surface, tasting every inch from tip to shaft, wrapping it in a steamy blanket of pleasure with every movement. Her throat was incredible, convulsing around the thick member as if to welcome it even deeper. Soon there is no question about it, her head begins to drive forward, begging his tentacle to use her throat like she wants him to take her pussy. The other monsters on this island clearly trained this slut well.

Arblis released her breast from his mouth and brought it an inch from her ear, while one hand reached down and tore away the panties blocking her sopping cunt. His body stopped completely, so the only sounds were that of their breathing, heart beats, and the laughing students passing below. "And now, my willing little whore," he whispered sweetly to her, pulling his cock along her slit and placing the tip gently against the entrance,"I am going to take what I am paying for."

On the final word his powerful arms skewered her on his raised lance. Just one thrust left him buried to the hilt in her honey pot, with her walls conforming to every bump and ridge of his massive rod. The feeling was pure perfection, a key being slid into its warm, tight, clenching lock. Every corner of her box was packed with his throbbing meat, the walls alive against his gnarled flesh. For another moment he waited, feeling her whimper against the cock jammed into her mouth, before his strong hands gripped tightly into the flesh of her toned ass and ground her hips against his. He did not pull back even an inch, but instead insured that she could feel him filling her from every possible angle. After a full circuit, he finally relented. Slowly, inch by precious inch, he raised her body off of the shaft, feeling her walls cling to him until just the very tip rested inside.

One more moment of pause. He looked over a shoulder down at a brown haired student below. "Steel yourself my dear, unless you want your lover to see how cheaply you sell your body." He lowered her back down just as slowly as he had pulled her up, enjoying the transition as he shaft dove into the heat and pressure of her pussy from the crisp air. This time though, he repeated the process immediately, with a bit more speed. A few moments of pleasure and she was resting back on the tip of his spire before being driven back down. Each thrust was just a bit faster, a bit more forceful, every ridge of his member seemed that much more pronounced as the good and proper fucking commenced.

Slide him in, tongue slithering against the left side of the cock-tendril...slide him out, tongue switching to the right, bathing that side now. Slide him in, tongue stroking over the top of that thick length...and back out again, stroking the pink muscle against the underside of that shaft. Lacey holds just the head between her lips at this point, letting her tongue swirl and dance over the head of that shaft, playing eagerly with the tip while her lips work to milk him just behind the ridge, slurping quietly around his girth.

He's warm to her lips and tongue...and that same odd, flawless smoothness, skin that isn't skin, makes it a little strange...but the way the shaft pulses as she serves is more than enough encouragement for her to pay little heed to its odd feel. Besides that...it isn't as if the shaft feels unpleasant sliding between her lips and against her tongue and the back of her throat like this. Actually it's the opposite; she likes it. She likes oral already as it is...but this is something new to her, something different...and it makes her tingle. Even the thought that she's felating this creature's tendril up a tree when she should be heading to class, while at any moment a student could be watching--"Mmhnnn!"

Between her wicked thoughts and sinful actions and his grinding the object of her desire directly up against her heat, she's surprised she manages to keep the moan as quiet as she does...which isn't all that quiet, truth to tell. She whimpers a little more softly, her sex clenching tight, pressed against both soaked underwear and throbbing shaft, continuing to drool hungrily over both. She can feel his warmth, his pulse, so near to her through the panties stretched tight against her center...but it's still not what she wants. It's not enough...if only he'd take them off her...then she could...

She quivers and redoubles her efforts on the tendril in her mouth. Pushing forward towards that shaft, she suckles her way down its length til his tip touches the back of her throat...then pushes a little further still, sliding him inside, careful to keep her throat relaxed and taking a deep breath before she commits fully. Inch by inch, she feeds that shaft down her throat, swallowing around his length, lips and tongue still working hungrily at that strange not-quite-skin of his. She squeezes him tightly with her throat, bobbing gently as she does so, and then clenches hard as she can around him...at which point she tries something new. She moans soft and low and continuous down in her throat...sending purring vibrations up and down the warm, wet walls that hold his tentacle-cock there. Purring quietly and sucking gently, stopping every so often to swallow around him...

"Mmph?" She questions him hopefully as she feels those lips pull free from the peak of her breast; she likes the way it feels when his lips and tonuge ply the sensitive bud, but she welcomes the possibility of good news even more eagerly. His thick fingers tighten further against her panties, making them press harder against her sex, biting more fiercely against it. She can't help quivering. It hurts so good...the little redhead quakes harder as he growls softly into her ear, leaving no doubt now as to what his plans are. Those eyes burn with a terrible heat, one to match the inferno within the slender girl's core, and she quakes as she feels him twist and pull...and tear that maddening barrier of thin cloth from her hips, stripping from her that last length of protection and leaving her utterly free, her aching flower kissed by the cool air...and soon tasted by the tip of his warm cock.

Please, please, PLEASE! Her thoughts are one-track even as she continues to service the shaft in her mouth. Her hips grind impatiently against him, and she begins to wonder if there isn't some way for her to loosen his grip a little, just enough to sneak an inch or two of that glorious, thick--"MMMHNNNN!" Her eyes fly wide as his hands grip her at the hips and pull her down, shoving every inch of himself inside her in one sweet, vicious thrust. Her petite body stiffens, arching hard and quaking uncontrollably as those bumps and ridges and all that thick, sweet, pulsating girth pushes itself inside her silken folds. He stretches her embrace so sweetly, sliding over her slick walls, grinding into every inch of her cunny, and bringing her off hard in one shot.

Lightning seems to flash before Lacey's eyes and through her body as he takes her hard and deep with that first thrust. As that shining wave crashes through her slender frame, it washes away all thoughts, save for two; Worth the wait, and GOD I WANT MORE! How could she NOT want this?! So full...so warm and thick...Her eyes squeeze shut and her cunny squeezes tighter as he starts to pull those wondrous inches from her, running those same bumps and ridges against her still-twitching walls as he does so. Slowly, inch by inch, he pulls back...and she does her best to fight him for each inch, not willing to let him go, though of course she can't stop him. She gasps around the thickness in her mouth as he begins to sink the other into her womanhood again, her walls quivering happily as he fills them with his length once more. But...what is he talking about...?

Her lover...? Lacey's eyes widen and her lips tremble as a flutter of apprehension fills her heart. He can't possibly mean...she follows his gaze and there below them is someone with lovely brown hair...it looks the right shade, but Lacey can't see the other student's face. Her heart twinges, panic and guilt flooding her...though at the same time, she can't help but clench down tighter. What if it IS Becca down there?! One stray sound, one quick glance and she'd see...Lacey whimpers, tightening even more as that thought completes itself. God, is she getting OFF to this?! You don't even know if it's her or not. She doesn't know it ISN'T her either! And besides, she shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be enjoying--and why the hell not?! It's not like it feels horrible. It's NATURAL to enjoy something like this, isn't it? NO! It's the furthest thing from natural, no matter how good it feels! He'd have just taken what he wanted from you anyway, regardless of how you felt. Don't you think she'd understand that? Even if that IS the case, she should be fighting this, not tightening up like she ENJOYS the thought of--

"HNN! Mmph! Mh!" Having pushed inside her all the way again, Arblis lifts her easily up her shaft once more...but this time faster and without that pause as he brings her back down to his hips. Like you enjoy the thought of riding this thick cock? Up then down, ridges and bumps punishing her so sweetly. "MHN!" Fighting against something that feels as good as his shaft filling you up? Up, down again, faster still, deep and hard enough to make her bounce a little against his hips and draw another gasp from her. Is there any fighting this? Was there ever? Up-down, faster and harder now, and it's all she can do not to cry out, to wail against that shaft in her mouth and draw attention to herself. You'll like it better once you admit that he's right about you; you're a total slut.

The way he lifts her so casually up and down his cock, as though she weighs nothing...her own thoughts taunting her...the possibility of Becca seeing her in so shameful a state...and all she can do is moan and whimper and grind her hips down against him. For all her internal conflict, for all her moral misgivings, for all her desire to do the right thing...her need for the wrong thing is so much greater. Her heat grows every time he lifts her slender figure up and pulls her back down, going hard enough to shake her a little each time, her perky breasts bouncing as their hips come together...and her own hips grinding of their own volition against his between thrusts. Whatever she may say or think of herself...her body knows what it wants. It wants this creature, thrusting deep into her, taking her with its length...and if her mind didn't want it also, she'd be struggling against him a lot harder than she is. She shudders and silently begs forgiveness from her blue-eyed love.

Arblis was a dutiful teacher, and he was focused on instructing his newly bound apprentice on one of the foundations of a powerful magic user: how to empty the mind of all unnecessary thoughts. So far, she was proving to be a an apt pupil. Just one thrust of his cock had momentarily left Lacey a mass of quivery jelly in his arms, while her mind held only a single concept; GIVE ME MORE. Such diligence. He thought, "It is always a pleasure to shape a new generation" as his thick length forced her tight walls to mold around their nobbed and ridged intruder.

"HA. Where do I come up with these tangents? Here I am, balls deep in a gorgeous girl who just spent the last 5 minutes massaging my dick with her tonsils, (that purring thing she did was incredible, I'll have to be sure to absorb that memory and teach it to my next pet) and all I can think of is making stupid teacher puns." His hips gyrated against hers while he thought to himself. "Now, where was I?"

He refocused on his partner, who was practically thrashing in his arms to rock herself against his hips. She had earned her reward. Her skilled tongue still sent shocks of pleasure through his body as it tended to the tendril holding in her moans. Every bob of her head was a new source of ecstasy and if he did not have complete control over his body she might have already brought him to flood her mouth with his spunk. Instead, she carried on, clearly loving the taste and feel of a large cock in her mouth.

He lifted her ass high, until her pussy lips just barely enclosed his tip before hammering her down again. He looked down at the mesmerizing bouncing motions her tits made as he fucked her pussy raw against his engorged meat. They seemed so neglected while he whispered the unbidden truth into the redhead's ears, and at a thought an extra set of hands grew from his chest to rectify the problem. On the center of each palm was a tiny pair of lips, perfectly proportioned attend to her pink buds. Both hands gripped her soft mounds, fingers digging deep into her flesh, and began to massage the skin. The little mouths locked onto her nipples, suckling on the hard tips. Each palm seemed to burn with heat, like a steaming towel compared to the cool breeze blowing against their bodies. To match with one particularly energetic thrust from below, each mouth bit down on her peaks for an instant before returning to their more pleasant ministrations.

But of course, it was hard to tell what qualified as energetic compared to the pounding his throbbing member was delivering to her cunt. His arms were swinging her entire body as a pendulum, back and forth, up and down, plunging her again and again onto his manhood. Arblis glanced down to see whether anyone had noticed the lewd slapping noises as their hips met and saw that one of the girls looked like she was heading towards his hiding spot. He rejoiced in the fear and conflict pouring through Lacey's mind, the triplet desires to continue this pleasure undisturbed, to stop and avoid being caught, and for the exhilaration of actually being seen.

He moves forward, carrying his prize with him until her back is pressed hard against the rough trunk of the tree, with his penis lodged inside her. He drew back then pressed back into her slowly, scratching her skin against the bark, but stopped short of taking her full depth to avoid making more noise. The hands gripping her tits relaxed while he slowly and steadily pressed into her and his whispered again "Someone is coming. The bell is going to ring in just a few minutes. If you can stay quiet on your own for that long, I have a special treat for you." His cock withdrew from her mouth, hovering in front of her face, just out of reach. "Otherwise, you will be responsible for what happens to the witness."

COWARD!

She had no class today and had been coming from the jungles where she had first encountered Siferus. She was attired in a simple pair of blue shorts, and a green tee shirt with tennis shoes, certainly not her best attire though for purposes of fighting it was idea. For running her arms and legs would get scratched up but it was rare that she had been so outmatched that she saw this as a first option. Rather it was a second option. She figured 9 out of 10 times she would probably be caught and thus it was best to met failure head on rather than face one's end in a humiliating defeat. There was no shame in losing though she hated it the deck was stack against her, the playing field far from equal and there was something at work, something that depleted her energy levels.

When things actually got serious with Siferus she felt it but thought nothing of it until it occurred more quickly when Ania set upon her.

Fucking Aegir! Even though she was so out matched that the octopi was the only thing keeping her in that fight he screwed around with both herself and Ania. Getting back at Ania was going to be next to impossible but Aegir handled the both of them without any real effort as far as she could tell … not just that but the black creature as well! Three beings like it was nothing, how was she going to deal with that?

First things first she had to get back at Siferus.

“Fucking show up next time,” she was in a rare bad mood. Being stood up likely meant that Siferus thought her a waste of time, insignificant and a waste of effort or he just found something better to do.

“Fuck him.” She paused, it was still early and she really didn't want to go back to her dorm but that was probably for the best. Take her hair out of the simple pony tail it was tied in then shower, perhaps pig out on the half gallon of yogurt she had then start anew tomorrow. Perhaps it was time to switch focus but if she could not get by the weakest of her perceived threats … no, the black one was smaller, probably weaker too but he did nothing to her yet so she did not add him to that list even though he probably would have gladly done so if not for Aegir's interference that day.

If Siferus wasn't going to take her seriously then onto Ania? No she needed a bigger edge there, far more than the pittance that she had in comparable skill for all her training was naught in comparison.