For all her complaints and resistance, the girl made a thorough effort to clean his shaft until his climax died down. He could still sense her anger and unease about the situation, which made her efforts even more surprising. He assumed that it was probably just an effort to get things truly over with sooner; if so, she was going to be surprised by just how many climaxes he could manage.

“I don't suppose you use drugs.”

The statement took him by surprise, and he didn't realize that she was talking about using them to avoid causing her pain. Does she have a sideline that she's trying to expand to the guests, he thought, or is she looking for some for herself? Either way, the answer was the same. "No, I don't. And I doubt there are many that would be effective for both of our species, anyway, never mind getting doses correct for our different sizes."

He didn't give her a chance to correct his misconception before taking hold of her hips and shoulders and lifting her up. "In any case, it's time for the main event," he said, moving closer to himself and starting to lower her towards his still-erect member. She'd feel the head pressing against her slit before he pressed inside her and slowly lowered her down that length, watching her reactions to let himself know when she'd taken as much as she comfortably could.

Nothing? This was going to hurt. Though his reasoning made sense she barely understood chemistry, weight to drug ratios and all that. She know the later from alcohol and how it affected people of different sizes. Though she herself hardly dealt with the stuff.

Before long each set of hands grabbed her. Hips and shoulders she was brought up to her feet. Her knees glad as that ache diminished though she had no time to brush herself off before he pressed on with things. She wanted to pull away despite knowing how pointless it was. Gripped in four limbs there was little hope of that happening.

Blue eyes widen feeling the tip of that massive member collide with the insides of her thighs. Rather than guiding himself to her he kept all those hands on her. Her knees forced to bent as did his. Getting the angel right Rebecca soon felt his tip lining up against her sex.

“No! Wait!” This was all happening so quickly. “AHHHH!!!!” She felt the press of that warm member slip past those gates. That thrust was far from quick, far from impaling her to the hilt. Rather in proceeded with care. Advancing she tried to relax as she stood before him on shaky knees. His hold keeping her upright. Hands set on his torso to maintain and upright posture.

Her palms stun a little at that contact though not by much. Her mind had other things to worry about. 8” inches, that had been her limit prior to the island. She wasn't that wet to start with but the deeper he went the more moist she became. The stimulation different than what she had been expecting, her body reacting to more than that chill the fog provided.

He wasn't so thick to cause discomfort and Rebecca found her body contracting around him. 11” had been her limit prior. Straining against the girth of some of those things surely she would have been in pain had it not been for the drugs. To her surprise she didn't show any discomfort given this pace until the 13” mark or so.

A glance down showed her just how much more there was!

“I can't - AH OH F-Fuck!” Yeah, that was about her limit. Though she didn't expect him to stop there. It felt good initially. Though not yet causing pain she was on the borderline between pleasure and pain. Discomfort. She was glad that she had primed him for this though she couldn't remember working all the way down that shaft to it's base.

Despite her expectations, he did stop when he reached her limit. "Impressive," he said as he saw how much she'd managed to take. "Only one of your fellow students ever took more than that, and she had to prepare herself to do that. Well, now that I know how much you can take…"

With that statement, the hands on her hips took a firmer grip on her ass as he lifted her off the ground and started to slide her up and down his length. He varied the angle of each stroke slightly, watching her reactions for signs that he'd hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. As he got a better feel for what worked best to work her towards a climax, he began to gradually increase the strength and speed of his thrusts. Despite the constant subtle changes in his actions and the obvious signs of his own pleasure, he avoided ever pushing her beyond what she could manage.

Unless she moved her own hands to better support herself, the hands on her shoulders would remain where they were. If she did move them so that he didn't need to hold her up, he would start to fondle her breasts, pinching the nipples between thumb and forefinger as he squeezed and stroked those firm orbs.

He ceased that advancement when reaching her limits. Much to her surprise, her features showed this. Rebecca felt a bit of pride in taking so much. In hearing that there was only one other that took more. Yet that shouldn't hav3e meant anything. Pulsing around him she felt her legs go out from under her as she was scooped up.

Held parallel to the ground the hands on her shoulders kept her from falling. Those limbs moved her along his body. Her belly measuring the depth she was taking him. Resigned to her fate well before this her legs widen to give him more space to work with. Her heels hitching on his hips.

Her body came to life with those thrusts that eased inside her channel. Hitting those sensitive areas and always keeping her guessing as to his approach and angel. Then strength as he gradual sped up.

Despite her say so her innards were warming up. Her own arousal growing in response as she grew damper by the second.

“OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!”

When her hands grabbed his forearms she found that she was holding up some of her weight as hands moved in towards her breasts. Cupping them, fingers squeezing and pinching her blood engorged nipples.

“Uhhh!!! Ahhh!!!”

She hated herself. Hated how she was responding. In the past there were drugs she could use as an excuse. Rebecca didn't want this, didn't want to feel so good. She had never been dominated so easily. There was no chance, no need to fight it out to know the reality of the situation. She had to admit that feeling good was way better than the alternative and she would have hated to find out what would have happened if she put up more of a fight.

She picked up on the fact that he was holding back. Prolonging the moment? Not certain if he was pacing himself or restraining himself for her sake she wasn't sure.

Her body was responding to his own. Throbbing around him at a steady rate. She even moved a little though in this state it was hard. Pulling or pushing on those forearms moved her a bit. She had the presence of mind to move opposite of him least she pull down while he was thrusting into her in order to avoid taking too much. It was as if they were constantly casing one another.

“Oh … I'm … AHH … c-close! So close!”

He noticed the ways that her body reacted to his assault, clearly showing her arousal despite what her mind might think about the matter. It didn't take all that long before she started adding her own movements to his thrusts, the small movements increasing the strength of each stroke just a little bit more.

He'd been holding back as he worked towards a climax, aiming to bring her to the edge of her own so that he'd push her over the edge at the same time. Even without her words saying just how close she was, the way her tight walls pulsed around his intruding length and the tone of her breathing would have been enough to tell him that it was time to take things to the next level. His thrusts grew stronger and faster without any more regard for the slow build he'd been working on before.

Even if he'd still been trying to hold back, he wouldn't have been able to last much longer against the charms of her body. As it was, he was only able to manage a handful of thrusts at the new pace before the inevitable result occurred. With a howl of pleasure and a final thrust into her depths, he released his demonic cum inside her.

Rebecca was in shape. Despite that she was breathing hard. Her breasts bouncing with each movement within the palms of his hands. Left reeling with the pleasure each thrust imparted on her he reached depths within her that no other had. Those thrusts mixing things up as she was perpetually kept on edge.

“Ah! D-Don't Stop!” She hardly believed the words. It felt as if someone else uttered them. Strong thrusts added to the increased speed both of which keeping her reeling. On edge as she was she felt him pulse inside her a moment or two later.

At the time she was too distracted with her own state of being. Her body unfolding as she felt that jet of warm demonic cum filling her womb as her body twitched in response.

“OH GOOD GOD!!!” She cried out. Electricity buzzed through her as her body gave way. A super nova exploding in the center of her being and spreading outward from there as he stilled deep inside her trembling form.

INSIDE ME! NOOOO! Once her mind caught up a look of terror washed over her features. How often in media did things go horribly wrong after being bred by a demon! If it were any other sort of creature she would have been more relaxed about it. Thinking that cross breeding was impossible. But there had to be some truth in demons, right?

She didn't feel any different. He had said he did this before. Rebecca might have thought she was safe from such worries if not for the fact that so many students went missing around her. Was this why? Her mind was all over the place. Clearly in the arms of the beast she was going nowhere.

Nothing could be done about it for the time being so Rebecca focused on surviving this encounter before tackling other concerns.

“Something tells me I won't be making it back to campus tonight ...”

Lost as he was in his own climax, Kakumaoh didn't notice her sudden terror at what was happening. If he had noticed and had realized that her fears were anything beyond the normal for most students confronted with him for the first time, he might even have reassured her that those fears were groundless. As it was, however, she'd managed to push those concerns to the back of her mind before he came down from his peak of pleasure.

“Something tells me I won't be making it back to campus tonight ...”

He gave an amused snort at that statement. "That'll depend on you. I might be willing to leave you closer to the campus once I'm done." He didn't tell her that there were two ways that might happen, with her either being cooperative or very uncooperative; the difference would be whether he brought her things along as well. Still, she'd been leaning much more towards the former once she'd decided her position was hopeless.

As he spoke, he slid her off his cock and gave her a little time to recover some more energy. It wasn't very long before he carried her over to the picnic 'table', turned her over, and forced her to bend over the rock. He then got a firm grip on her hips and pressed the tip of his shaft against her sex before pressing it inside her. He wasn't as slow taking her this time, but he still stopped before pushing deeper than she could handle and started driving back and forth inside her. As he did so, he moved two hands under her body to roughly fondle her tits.

Rebecca seemed worried as she was set back down on her feet. Her concern and fear had nearly been gone by then and he either missed it or thought her worries had been about getting back before nightfall. Obviously she had encountered other things out here. She wasn't concerned about missing classes provided it didn't affect her grades too much or required her from cramming for a class. If her grade suffered then her participation in her Kendo Club suffered.

That was her major interest after all. Though she was by no means a slacker. Rebecca had decent grades overall but didn't want to scramble to stay afloat. Missing the occasional class wouldn't set her back too far. She knew girls that showed up just for tests and managed to easily pass. She rather be present. Getting missed assignments was easy enough.

When he finished ... She managed a nod. She didn't miss the word might. Counting on being stranded here, wherever that was. Still he surprised her so far.

“HUH!” Picked after simply standing there awkwardly for a long moment he carried her over to that rock that served as a makeshift table. Turned around she faced the basket there. Palms going flat on it's surface. She found that stiffness aligning with her.

This time she was wetter than before. Her juices adding to his seed there. She hated this! Hated liking that feeling as he returned. That thrust strong and deep as he filled her. No drugs. She couldn't use that as an excuse to those feelings he churned up inside her.

Legs widening for better access her palms still stung a little. They weren't too bad by that point.

“Argh! Ah!” Hands holding her steady at the hips a second set working around her. Seizing her breasts he found those points still stiff. Nipples pressed into her palm.

She tried to muffle her cries by biting down on her lower lip. It didn't help. Those thrusts came at her faster than before. Pressing aside tight muscles. She wasn't certain if they were trying to massage him or keep him from entering. If the later she failed miserably.

Since this was happening she figured it was best to get something out of this. Pushing back into him, gyrating her hips from side to side, Rebecca gradually moved to fan those flames inside her.

Looking back over her shoulder she had to admit that this humanoid was the closest she had got to “human” in appearance at least in their true forms.

“You … ah … like my pussy … oh f-fuck … yeah … that feels good ...” her words coming out of her lips unbidden. Had those drugs changed her so much? Had they released her inhibitions when not even present in her system? Or was she just so fucked up by her experiences on the island that she was beginning to enjoy this?

It didn't take long for the girl to start grinding against him, her movements enhancing the experience for both of them. Her words made it clear to him that, despite her initial resistance, she was enjoying this. He grinned at that; not only was it almost inevitable that the students he introduced himself to found their bodies betraying them, but it wasn't that uncommon for their minds to follow their bodies' leads.

"Oh yeah! Uhn! So nice and… ahn… tight! Ngh! And you love… Hngh!… being taken like this, don't you?"

He didn't slow his assault as he spoke, slowly working them towards their next climaxes. With her passage well-lubricated by their previous orgasms, it was easier for him to drive back and forth inside her and hit those special places inside her even as her walls tightened around his shaft in an apparent effort to push him over the top that much faster.

becca was a fighter. She was fairly bright too and knew when she was beat. Surrendering certainly wasn't her go to move. Nor had she been outclassed so soon. Even if the other fights had no doubt to how they'd end she persevered longer. Or the others toyed with her.

It was frustrating to suffer defeat. It even warped her mind in that she kept seeking out her very first encounter determined to beat the swordsman once.

All the while her body and mind had been conditioned. Not allowing her fear to take charge of her only made it quicker for her body to unravel. Rebecca had not quite accepted her place. Still holding onto the belief that she could fight her way out of a situation. Yet loosing didn't seem to burn so much.

Why did she like this so much? Why did it have to feel so good? It would be easier to resist if things were different. But they weren't. Her body swarmed by that spire that pleasured her so.

“OH!” She was tight. Hardly taken by the guests and only having the occasional lover. Lovers that kept disappearing on her soon after she got involved with them. She concluded that something nefarious was going on with them. Especially since no one seemed to recall them.

“YES! OH YES!!!” She answered. Not use to being thoroughly dominated and yet thrilled by it at the same time. She regretted not being able to put up a better fight but her body certainly didn't mind.

Impaled again and again. He was like a rolling storm. Washing over her senses. Striking her in the right spots at the right angles. She quivered around him with more intensity. Throbbing around him as he took her.

The fires of her body stroked. She came hard. A cry cutting through the fog reaching the ears of anyone around whether guest or picnickers. “OH! AH! S-SOO GOOD!”

His grip on her tightened as he made one final thrust inside her, his seed once again filling her wet depths. It was impossible to say which of them came first and triggered the other's release or if they'd both hit their peaks at the same time. His howl of pleasure joined with her cries, letting anyone close enough to hear know exactly what was happening. Whether this would cause such a theoretical listener to approach or flee would depend on both who they were and what they knew about the school's purpose.

He rode out the waves of pleasure as their orgasms fed each other, keeping them both at the heights of ecstasy for a surprising length of time. Eventually, they would hit their limits and come back down. Even then, he wouldn't pull out of her until their climaxes had both fully died down again.

He kept his grip on her as he waited to see whether she could manage another round. Since she seemed to be an athlete, he expected that she had at least that much left. On the other hand, some of the other students he'd introduced himself to had had surprisingly high or low endurances compared to what he'd have expected.

There was no mistaking those howls for what they were. The fear of having alerted something else had not been too strong. Rebecca didn't dwell on it until her body simmered down. Deep breaths filled her lungs. The heat of her body cooled from the chill in the air.

She was nearly as loud, though he being larger and possessing alien vocal chords could hit notes that she couldn't have had. Stuffed, she felt that warm throbbing member inside her core. Still hard. Corking that seed within her.

She wasn't so worried about being intruded on. Given his presence it would only be a concern if she were left on her own. She was more concerned about that demonic fluid. Twice!

With the copious amount of fluids surging through her she was afraid that that seed did it's job. Her mind worrying about the consequences as she came down from the high that he had brought her too. She was thinking too much though she once again attempted to dismiss this.

Her body relaxed. It wasn't quivering as much and his continued presence told her that he was not finished with her. Rebecca wasn't use to running lengthy marathons. She was in shape and could endure a lot. She simply wasn't targeted as often for whatever reason.

Looking for trouble was when she most often was set upon. Rebecca didn't know how things truly worked on the island. She had only encountered things outdoors unaware of the few times her dreams had been invades. So she had falsely assumed that the campus was generally safe. There was that one time she found Juniper in the showers but had always assumed she had been trying to clean up after coming back. Finding her in a heap didn't make much sense, she had figured at the time that Juniper was simply overwhelmed and passed out to the sound of running water.

By the time she had come down her palms were no longer hurting. Even the ache in her knees had gone.

Looking back over her shoulder she nodded. “I'm ready.” Clearly he was waiting for her seeing how firm he still was. She had the sense to know he wasn't about to let her go on her merry way. Nor would faking fatigue help any. He could feel the difference in her body. Going from throbbing to squeezing and relaxing. The timing was different. It was more controlled now, less a constant effect.

She had wondered how long he would have waited if she remained silent.

He'd pretty much decided that she was ready for another round when she spoke and confirmed his belief. He nodded and moved his hands to reposition her.

One hand released her as he picked up the picnic basket and moved it off the makeshift table. That done, he turned her over so that she lay on her back on the rock.

He gave her a little time to adjust to the new position and shift to get a little more comfortable before beginning his next assault. One pair of hands again roughly molested her breasts while the others held her legs apart, making it easier for him to move into position. She would soon feel the head of his shaft rubbing against her sex as he taunted her with what would soon happen to her.

This teasing didn't last long before one of his hands left her breasts to guide his length into her tight passage. Inch by inch, he once more pressed as far inside her as she could handle. As he started to thrust back and forth, his hand returned to fondling her breast.

No sooner had she spoke that he reacted. Pulling out of her and turning her. Guide to that rock she found it hard and uncomfortable. The mist from the fog caused it to be a little damp easing to nature of it's surface a little. She wouldn't have to worry about her back chaffing unless he came at her incredibly hard. That dampness should counter any friction to a degree.

A gasp as a hand easily palmed a breast. The hard nipple pressing into his palm as he steered he up. Other hands moved to spread her legs revealing that slick sex. From this position it was far easier to look down her body and see that horse dick. It teased against her.

Rebecca was unable to look away as if transfixed at an unfolding disaster. The first time she didn't get much of a look at it once they started and last round she had been turned away. This time she could clearly see it unless she looked away.

“Oh! Ah! Stop teasing - AH!” She barely had time to speak before she felt the press of his body within her. Holy Fuck!”

She took that much of him! She could better see his progress. The bulge in her stomach displaying how deep he was. Yet she felt no different than last time. He had not gone deeper. But he came at her with that same zeal. Bodies slapping together. Pleasure dissolving through those clenching walls. Her breasts seen to she half sat up watching that progress.

Feet resting against the surface of the stone. Oh fuck, that felt good.

“Don't stop! MORE! DEEPER!” She attempted to swallow up what he offered. Countering those thrusts with her own. Unable to win a fight, yet competitive, she saw how much she took, how much she had left and challenged herself to take even more.

She wouldn't be able to take much more, if any, but she was going to try!

Her shouted request caught him by surprise. Not the demand for him not to stop—it had been clear for a while that she'd given in to her base desires—but that she wanted it deeper. He wasn't going to actually grant that request, since he didn't think he could do so without seriously injuring her, but he doubted that she'd really notice.

His thrusts sped up inside her tight, slick passage, each stroke going as deep inside her as he dared. Her own thrusts matched his, making it easier for him to hit those sensitive places he'd found inside her with each stroke. Soon enough, he saw the signs that she was approaching her next climax almost as quickly as he was his own. He did his best to hold back his release until he was sure that she was right on the edge of her own, needing just that one last push to send her over.