She did not run but held her ground against him. The book was gathering her thoughts both conscious and subconscious and while physically she was still on the island beneath the affect of the inhibitors they did not extend into her dreams, not really anyway.

There were beings such as he that could reach into minds and overwhelm the students playing with them. Uncontested a student could manifest abilities that they could not approach in the waking world but once something challenged their control they were as helpless in their own mind.

The book, however, allowed the dream to play out as if the island lacked the inhibitors. It could always adapt and change things as it found necessary. Dream manipulation was in a sense equivalent to the inhibitors in the waking world since he had all the power.

Slarr was pushed back against that invisible force and would have slammed into a tree had it not been for his particular ability to switch between a corporeal and incorporeal form. He broke into smoke before he hit half going to the right and half of him going to the left only for both pieces to make a semicircle from the tree meeting back up and fusing together before he became solid again. This time he was visible and again he was behind her.

As he became smoke whatever soot that had been upon him fell away so it was impossible to track him outside of the fact that he had gone in two separate directions. She could infer that the two pieces would meet back up to fuse together and could reason that they would do so behind her.

“That would give you time. Shall I teach you what happens when you stand your ground?” She was aware of where he was and he was grinning at her as he spoke. Lemon yellow eyes staring at her, slowly caressing her form. “Your little trick is impressive but what happens if -”

He didn't finish launching a sphere of flame in her general direction. When it hit the ground it exploded spreading to the right and left as it circled her. Flames shooting up in a wall separating the two. Nothing happened at first and had she attempted to manipulate those flames nothing would happen as she fought against Slarr for control of them.

Then the flames extinguished. Smoke drifted about from the flames obscuring her vision. He was there among the smoke, that smell he produced masked by that of burnt vegetation. She was all to aware of him when he became solid again while behind her, a hand grasping her breast as she was held close to him, so close that she could feel his stiffness pressing against her ass.

“You get high marks. However, play time has only just begun.” His other hand went to make the wreck of tattered clothing even more unsuitable for that task as he pulled and tore them away in long drawn out actions as he slowly stripped them away.

“Now it's time for extra credit. What to do when the inevitable happens.” And with that his claw tightens against her breast as he gives it another squeeze.

"OHH! H-hey... st-stop..."

Tiffany complained as Slarr latched onto her, one clawed hand squeezing her breast while it's twin made short work of the tattered strips of cloth hanging off of her that used to be a schoolgirl's uniform.

"Wha-what are you doing? We already know what happens if I get caught... we don't need to practice THAT... OHH! Quit it! We had a deal... remember?"

Tiffany was pretty proud of herself up to this point, but the truth of the matter was, she was exhausted. The rapid fire practice, using flames and telekinesis at the same time, trying to run in her shredded uniform... they had all taken their toll. She had been hoping they could take a break considering the amount of time they had been at it. Plus, Slarr himself seemed as though he was at least a little impressed by her performance so far.

"Unnnhhh.... stop.... I need a rest... f-f-first... aahhhh...."

Tiffany hoped he would relent in this new (yet all too familiar) attack, but that stiff, hot, hard length she could feel pressing against the top of her ass and the small of her back had her extremely worried. She was too tired to fight him off if he chose to "press his advantage"....

Sure they both knew what failure meant, not that the book cared that they both knew. “I've decided to change our arrangement. How can I not? You're practically running around here naked.” He chuckled seeing that it was his doing that got her in such a state. Naturally he was a little more than excited and didn't seem to be paying her protests any real attention.

He held onto her tighter, a hand reaching around her hip taring away her panties without much effort on his part. Then he slowed down a little, a finger playing over her clit alternating between a solid and gaseous state. Either there was the barest touch against her there or a soft yet firm one.

She would smell that all too familiar scent of burnt toast as his stinger dissolved into thin wisps of smoke making it easier for his tail to trail between the lips of her sex without penetrating her. He wasn't the strongest being on the island by far but he had manipulated her into exhausting a lot of energy and thus only seemed stronger in that moment. He was probably stronger than her but not much more than her.

“At this stage you can fight or submit. But rest? Do you honestly think that anyone is going to allow you to rest especially after dealing with a barrage of flaming leaves beforehand? Besides, you'll have to deal with defeat while you're on the island at least.”

His hand worked over her breast while a tongue licked up the side of her neck. “But your trick was … unusual … for that I will allow you to select which hole you'll give up. Of course if you don't pick I'll have to choose for you. Or maybe even ...”

He trailed off as his cock slipped between her ass cheeks while his tail did the same with her pussy lips indicating that he could take both at the same time if he wished it.

Tiffany squirmed in the demons grasp, trying to twist away from the unwanted touch of his clawed hands and his serpentine tail. He wasn't much stronger than she was, but she was nearly exhausted and he managed to maintain physical control of her without a great deal of difficulty.

"S-stop! Slarr... you... you can't be serious... unnhhh.... ohhhh... stop it...."

Despite all her squirming and complaining, Tiffany could never quite seem to keep herself from responding to the hellish caress of this clever imp. She could feel her nipple hardening against his palm as he mauled her breast with one clawed hand and the constant stimulation of her clit was making that sensitive little button throb and swell...

"No! Slarr... no... oohhhhh.... aahhhh! Oh God... stop it... aahhhh...."

Her eyes widened as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her ass and her struggling increased dramatically.

"NO! Not there... my... my pussy! If I get to choose... I choose my pussy..."

“Oh I'm very serious. You're too hot to ignore in such a haggard state.” His hand squeezed against her breast as he tore away another strip of clothing tossing it aside to the other tatters. All her struggling did was make him harder pulsing against her ass. His tail continued to rub against her slit puffs of smoke from where the stinger was streamed over her and around her pussy though barely felt against the more solid portions of his body.

He grinned at the increased struggling that displayed the panic within her. By then he had stripped the majority of cloth from her, certainly all of it that would have been in the way. Returning his attention to her clit. When she answered him he made a long lick along her neck.

“An what a lovely pussy it is.” Fully solid now Slarr was too weak to carry her more than a foot or two off of the ground but all this had been under the control of the book, in this dream it could do anything that it wanted and so she was lifted upward as he flew. His strength increased as he held her tight then he hovered in place.

There was no way to run and the smell of burnt toast returned. His smoky body remained solid in a few places but the rest of him flowed around her then became solid again this time he was facing her instead of remaining behind her. That tail working over her clit in slow circles while his member rubbed up against those pussy lips. Hands upon her hips he held her tightly in his grasp.

“Don't look down,” he warned though as if to distract her from doing so he thrust inside her ceasing when she was full of him. Holding himself lodged within her he mouthed at a breast, tongue rolling over her nipple before he suckled against it then began to move in earnest with his hips drawing him in and out of her as he began at an even pace.

"Oohhh... w-wait... aahhhh.... oh God... c-can't we... aahhh... talk about.... oohhhhh.... this....unnnhhh...."

Tiffany tried to movet her hips away from him, but being able to turn partially to smoke made him far more flexible than she was. No matter how she turned or twisted, she couldn't escape Slarr's constant rubbing against her swollen, aching clit. Every touch of that magic button sent little jolts of unwanted pleasure coursing through her. She tried to fight the overwhelming sensations... but she could feel herself heating up... getting wet...

"Aahh! Wha-... where are we going?" She asked, suprised when he took her into the air.

It was an extremely clever move on Slarr's part.

Afraid of falling, her ability to struggle was extremely limited.

"UUNNHH! aaahhhh... aaahhhh...."

Tiffany gasped... then moaned helplessly as Slarr plunged into her... and slid deeper... and deeper... in one continuous motion. His cock was a tight fit for her, but she was so hot... slick... so wet now... he slipped deep inside her with an appalling ease, stretching her, filling her...

Her body shuddered against him as a shockwave of mind numbing pleasure washed over her when she was fully impaled on his hot, throbbing spike. She made another attempt to protest that was quickly swallowed by her gasps and moans as he teased her nipple with his tongue, then sucked the stiff, rock hard nub into his mouth...

"Unnnnhhhh... S-s-slarr... p-please... don't...
OHH!
Aahhhh.... aaahhh..."

As his hips began to move... his hot, hard, ebony-skinned cock thrusting slowly and steadily into her heated depths... Tiffany's moans grew louder and her words less coherent.

"Oohhhh... unnhhh.... unnhhh... oh God... aaahhh... aaahhh...aaahhhh...."

That cock dug into her wet depths pleasing him each time he impaled her at that tightness that surrounded him. Her body squeezing against him as he continued playing with that nub in his mouth. The breeze generated by his flapping wings sailed over them as he hovered there.

A clawed hand rubbed along her upper thigh then powerful motions of his wings took him higher up. Yet as he did this he did not stop as he drove up into her at the same time. Then when he stopped he shifted a bit laying her out vertically as if he were laying her down against the ground.

But there was no ground beneath her. Her hair dangled back to the earth and from up here they had a great view of the island if she bothered to look. The rest of her body would fall away unless she clung on. The only thing preventing her from falling completely was her hold on him and his on her which had been tight around the hips.

Wings kept him hovering in place though he had paid no attention to the altitude they had gained quite use to it. It was tougher pressing into her since there was nothing below her to make this easier. Hands had to work to pull her up to meet those downward thrusts that he kept up.

Switching from one breast to the other he began sucking on it. He groaned out against that mound. Then he did something unusual. Not needing his legs they broke up into smoke creeping beneath her back and forming a bed of sorts. It wasn't actually solid but his control of his smoke allowed him to push up against her as he hauled her up and pressed down against her. It wasn't the best effect but she would feel some resistance against her back.

Peeking up from her breast he grinned. “You can look down now if you wish.” He waited then locked eyes with her. “You best please me like your life depends on it. It may very well be the case.”

"Aahhh! What are you... oohhhh.... d-doing? Oohhhh.... aahhhh... t-t-too... oohhhhhhh... too high... uuunnnhhhh...."

Turning horizontally, Tiffany had caught a glance at how far off the ground they had gotten. Again, it was an extremely clever move by the winged demon. She hadn't really expected Slarr to react this way. She thought that he might try and hurt her or embarass her if he got angry... but she assumed that forcing himself on her like this was not in keeping with their deal. She was surprised and angry and despite how exhausted she was, if they had stayed on the ground, she would have kicked and clawed and scratched and done every other thing she possibly could to wriggle her way out of the dusky-hued devil's unwanted grasp...

But here, laid out on her back hovering high above the ground, all Tiffany could do was hold on to the fiendish imp for dear life as his clawed hands gripped her tightly around the waist, pulling her upward into his thrusts as his hips continued to piston his demonic cock steadily in and out of her molten depths.

Most frustrating of all was the speed and technique he was using. He wasn't hammering into her with reckless, animalistic abandon. She might have been able to ignore that until he finished. Instead, his strokes were long and slow... hard and deep... his hot, throbbing shaft sliding deeper and deeper... until the swollen head of his cock pushed up against the smooth, hard ring of muscle that marked the limits of her innermost depths and the base of his shaft ground up against her pulsing, aching clit. All the while his mouth had been sucking at the firm flesh of her breasts and hyper-sensitive, erect and tingling nipples.

Tiffany could feel every centimeter of him, every millimeter of hot flesh stretching her... pushing against the tight sheath of her inner walls... sliding against the slick, wet heat smoldering deep inside her. She tried as hard as she could to ignore the response of her treacherous body, but with each thrust... each time that demon cock bottomed out against her cervix... the base grinding against her clit... another helpless shudder of ecatasy rippled through her, making her eyes roll back for a second... making her moan and arch her back as her inner walls clenched and spasmed around his thick shaft...

She was so wet now... hot and slippery... so tight around his thick, thrusting cock...

She hated him for doing this. She didn't want it. Yet every thrust drove her closer to an unwilling climax. Tiffany's toes curled as she felt the hellishly exquisite orgasm building within her. She was already close... oh God, she was so close...

She couldn't fight him or she might fall. But if he didn't stop now, she was going to lose it... No matter how much she didn't want to... he was going to make her cum...

She tried to beg him to stop between her gasps and moans...

"Aaahhhhhh... sluh... sluh... Slarr... st-stop... pl-please d-don't... ooohhhhhhhh... we had a.... HHAAHHHNNN! ...d-d-deal... aaahhhh.... aaahhhh...."

The book wasn't Slarr. Nor did it care about deals made between the pair. What it had cared most about were it's own bizarre alien interests learning from her, teaching and of course feeding off of pleasure. Hers had been his, each thrust designed in such a way that it felt good. Far from thrusting frantically away at her that diabolical book knew just what she enjoyed as much as she may have denied it otherwise.

Her grip had been tight against him, the fear of plummeting filled her stopping her from fighting back, not that it had mattered to him. Here she could not hope to win. Here he was practically god able to do whatever he had desired. She could have fought him but it would have done no good. Rather than get caught up in a fight he had maneuvered her into this position so that fighting was undesirable.

He played with that hardened nipple with his tongue between suckles of her breast then switched to the other. Slow thrusts pushed into that warm wet core struggling against that tightness all while he hovered there in place. The book realized her struggles, not wishing to give in as it was connected with her. At the same time he realized just how close she had been.

They began to move slowly though she probably didn't notice. She pleaded with him. For a moment it had seemed that it had actually worked or at least got his attention. He stopped, hilted deep inside her. His head peeking up at her as he lifted off of her breast.

“Eh? Oh, we did, didn't we.” He chuckled then plummeted like a stone toward the ground. His speed picked up as he slid inside her. As they dropped they spiraled in a corkscrew as that ground came up at them. Either she would have to come up with a new trick in the next few seconds or they were going to crash.

He was fully solid now, using that sudden fear to spike that adrenaline. “I'm not going to stop ngh until you cum!”

Naturally Slarr wasn't suicidal. Of course he could become smoke moments before impact too. And the book could draw out that fall altering the perceived distance as it completely had control over the moment. He would pull up at the last instant filling her up with his smoky seed as they pulled back up into the sky. This time they halted and bobbed in the air facing one another as if they were standing with the ground beneath their feet though he had a firm hold on her hips while they hovered in place.

Still lodged within her he continued to throb inside her as more of that smoky residue escaped inside her.

“My deals can be altered when and if I wish. Do you have a problem with that?” He grinned at her. “Perhaps I've decided I'm not content with just one hole.”

His tail flicked against her ass as if to make that clear. “You would do good to remember that.”

"OOHHHH!!!"

Tiffany gasped when Slarr suddenly plummeted toward the ground, spinning as he descended. A wave of dizziness and fear washed over her and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, her heart pounding against her chest, her blood racing...

...and then she felt him thrust forward again... deep and hard... filling her with hot, hard, throbbing cock...

Fear... pleasure... the spike of adrenalin... the fact she was so close to cumming already...

It was too much... Tiffany buried her face against his chest and screamed in sexual anguish as her body shuddered into orgasm... her inner walls clenched and released around his pulsing shaft in helpless spasms of ecstasy... clench and release... clench and release... as a torrent of her hot, slippery nectar bathed his demonic flesh and flooded out around the base of his cock.

"HHHHAAAAAHHHHHHHHMMMMMMFFFFFFF!!!"

When his smoky seed erupted inside her, the sensation heightened her reluctant, overwhelming pleasure, dragging her climax on and on and on...

"HHAAAHHH! OOHHHH... OOHHHH.... AAAAAHHHHH! AAAHHHHHHHH! HHHHHHNNNNNNHHHHhhhhhhhh..."

She didn't really hear much of what he said after that. She was too afraid to let go of him. She was no longer sure of how far off the ground they were, and in her trembling and breathless state of post-orgasmic weakness, she felt like she would collapse if she let go...

Fortunately he did not let her go as she clung around him. Her juices bathing him they were once again hovering there in the sky. She was unresponsive to what he said. With their chests pressed together he could feel her stammering heart beating in her chest cavity. It had calmed somewhat now that they were not spinning to the earth but there was still a strong frantic beat.

Fear clouded her mind now, that much was clear. The book fed off that emotion too as it was wrapped up with the sensations that it craved. Fear seasoned it's meal it had found much like ketchup to a hamburger. The taste was different than what he had been use to flavored by the experience but it wasn't better, nor was it worse. It had learned another approach in doing things.

Allowing her to calm down slowly he then descended slowly. It was as if he had been in a simple jet pack floating upward and down. Of course the book had not been controlled by physics in this realm. When they landed she found that she had nothing to hold onto briefly as he became smoke and passed around her becoming solid once more now behind her before she could collapse. Clawed hands, one at her waist, another over a breast held her upright then lowered her slowly to the ground and then on her knees.

He looked down at her then. [color=#F FFF00] “Do you know what tastes better than strawberries?”[/color] He began seeing if she were coherent first as he debated on his next step. The book tapped into those sensations that she was experiencing planning on multiple courses of action based on her answer or lack thereof.

Panting and trying to catch her breath, Tiffany was more coherent now.

"Straw-strawberries? Wha-what are you talking about? We... we had a deal... b-bastard... you took unfair advantage of the situation..."

She was angry... but there was shame in her voice as well. She was ashamed at how easily he had forced her to climax against her will...

“Yes, better than strawberries. It's hard to believe,” though he was speaking more to himself. That grin returned as she voiced him taking advantage of the situation.

“I decided to change it. Did you really think I would behave with you prancing about the way you were? You're just lucky that no one else saw you and made a move. There are so many things here that are far worse than I am. Besides, things were enjoyable were they not? The way you were clinging on for dear life. The way you exploded around me.

“I imagine you taste even better than before,” a clawed hand grabbed her by the ankle flipping her over onto her back. He gazed down at her making a sharp gesture he created a ring of fire around them so it would not be easy for her to escape. Of course she could try to control it though any attempts on her part would have been challenged by Slarr keeping that wall firmly in place.

Dropping to his knees her worked her thighs apart so that he could drink straight from her sex. That smoky essence sucked back into his body collecting there. His tongue rolling out against those wet folds as his tail went to rubbing her swollen clit seeing that his hands were occupied keeping her ankles apart.

The pang of shame she felt when Slarr mentioned the way "...you exploded around me..." was like a dagger to Tiffany's heart.

No... not her heart... her SOUL...

What kind of dirty slut was she that being taken against her will... raped... by some demonic, inhuman creature like Slarr could drive her to such heights of helpless pleasure?!?

He RAPED her. And in response? She came for him.

No... she came HARD... screaming and gushing like a... a... a common streetwalker! He forced his unholy cock inside her and made her cum her brains out... drenching his demon flesh with the slippery nectar of her love juices...

Tiffany tried to remember if she had cum so hard in her limited sexual experiences before coming to this place...

She wasn't sure that she had. What did that mean? Did she... did she like it?!? Did she like being taken against her will? Dominated physically... emotionally... sexually???

The shame of it was almost more than she could stand. She...

"Unnfff!"

Slarr pulled her by the ankle onto her back and suddenly a ring of flames sprang up around them, casting a hellish, flickering glow over the jungle floor. He held her legs apart as he knelt between her thighs, his long tongue lapping at her tight, glistening wet folds as his serpentine tail coiled up to rub against her still swollen clit. Agonizing, soul-crushing pleasure began to build again between her legs almost at once and Tiffany began to sob with shame and desperation...

"HHhhnnnhhh! Sl-Slarr... please... aahhh.... st-stop... no more... uunnhhh... pl-please... d-don't... oohhhhh..."

Was it any surprise that he had not listened to her taking what he wanted. Her words only encouraged him into giving her what she thought that she didn't want but he knew better. And if he had been wrong, well that didn't matter. The book targeted those regions of her mind that had been shaped by this place.

Her shame sweeping over her had been as apparent as her love for this. That tongue coiling up against wet folds alternating between licking and lapping her juices. His hold on her ankles had been firm keeping her from squirming too much. At the very least the flames that circled them had hedged them in or rather kept her confined from running since he could pass through them with little effect.

Then she felt her shoulder being stirred. Her body rocking a little back and forth yet nothing had been touching her.

“Tiffany. Tiffany. Tiffany!” She could hear Slarr's voice even while he had been eating her out. A moment later she was awake in bed with Slarr gazing down at her. He had shaken her awake, his right hand red and sticky from the jam, the jar already emptied there against the window sill that he set it upon.

“It sounded like someone was having too much fun,” he gazed at the book then back. “You're out of jam.” His hand left her shoulder then as he rounded the bed heading back to the book. A finger grazed the cover then he looked back over his shoulder at her.

“So you're dreaming about me now,” he teased knowing of the nature of the book, that he would probably be the one used since he was currently on hand and the book didn't have to dig so deeply. “Of all the beings on this island. Of all those before this place. Celebrities and otherwise you find yourself focused on me. Oh, that book there got a little scorched. I didn't expect such a fire storm.”

He shook his head. “It was only the cover but the strangest thing happened. Never mind that. I'm sure something interesting happened in your sleep that made you quit aware of what was going on.”