The demon moaned in pleasure as the girl did her best to please him. Wherever she'd picked up her technique, she'd learnt well. "Ahh… That's right… Like that… You're pretty good… With practice… you'll be amazing." Already, his breathing indicated how much he was enjoying this, and things had barely got started.

She had never really done this before. She had it forced on her but once briefly but she did not show any enthusiasm. But words of encouragement seemed to go a long way with her. He was sentient but different than the other so far. She was keeping her own notes in her head of course but there was something different about this, about having a measure of pride in what you were doing even if you didn't want to do it. This was the best she could hope for under the circumstances.

Daphnee realize that he wouldn't be done with her just yet either, why else would he completely strip her though at least her clothing was still intact this time so there would be less of a need to sneak around.

Her hands continue to twist over that length as she exerts a bit more pressure with her hands. Her tongue plays with that tip a little bit longer setting a steady rhythm. Her mouth is full of him but he had not thrust forward which would have probably caused her to gag and loose her momentum.

Another thing she was thankful for. She had a feeling that he was going to teach her so much today but figured that the clock was her ally here, the professor would be back for her next course but that was nearly an hour from now …

Her green eyes looked up at him to watch his features as she took him deeper now that she was use to his length and girth a little more. 8” now … whenever she pulled back far enough her tongue wriggled against that tip a little before sweeping back down his member. Her lips tightly wrapped about him as she moved with a little more vigor now as if she wished to taste him more than she already was.

The clock may have been her ally in the long run, but the school policies were going to work against her until then. With the room supposed to be locked, no students were going to show up early, and the teacher should know better than to get involved if she shows up before he's done. He might not have as much time as he'd like, especially if he gives her time to clean up before the next class arrives, but there was plenty of time to get to know her quite well.

The girl took him deeper into her mouth, apparently gaining confidence in how much she could manage. He doubted she'd overdo it, but a warning couldn't hurt; fear could overcome common sense at times.

"Don't try to take more than you can handle," he said around moans of pleasure. "That would get unpleasant for both of us."

In practice, it was unlikely the warning would be needed, as her hands, lips, and tongue were quickly pushing him towards the inevitable. The taste of a few drops of precum were the only warning she would get of his rapidly approaching climax.

The time was one of those small victories for her unless of course he had decided to move this elsewhere. She was afraid that could happen. Still she headed the warning that he gave, her tongue licking along the under side of that member than the tip.

The taste of precum had been knew to her at this stage. It was bitter but not unpleasant and definitely tasted better than a mouth full of clay. Still, she did not want to swallow it but knew that she would. To refuse would possible mean earning his displeasure and though he was raping her he had at least showed her some concessions here.

Green eyes cast up her body looking at him as she had a mouth full of his cock between her lips. She nods a little before speeding up even further. Hands quickening as they curled about that rod, her mouth tight and warm against him as she bobbed against him more vigorously.

Hentai might not have show her the means of doing much more then teasing the very tip of his sex, so she inferred the rest on her own.

Part blow job, part hand job she combined the two and while barely experienced she had enough practical knowledge to compensate for this.

If he saw it fit to reward her service with his seed rupturing inside her mouth she eases up with the strokes though swallows his offered load down as she seeks to clean that length with her tongue.

As she brings him to orgasm, he pulls back slightly. Not so far that he didn't cum in her mouth, but far enough to allow her to pull away easily if it began to overwhelm her.

Once his orgasm ended, he gave her a few moments to recover before lifting her to a standing position. "I think you can guess what comes next," he said, two hands fondling her breasts while another slid down her back and between her legs to stroke her sex.

Daphnee had been amazed that the creature pulled back rather than thrust forward. It was as if it had been considerate with her to a point and that alone had embolden her a little further as she did her best to gather all that seed in her mouth that she could.

Some cum oozed down the corners of her mouth though the majority of it filled her mouth easing itself into her belly. The taste would take some getting use to but she had showed her appreciation for the shaft easing up on her. Her tongue danced about his member though when she drew back all the way she scooped the cum up onto her fingers into her mouth, sucking up her fingers clean.

She nods as he assists her up, a hand going to her sex, her emerald eyes closing as her hand grabs that forearm, maybe to draw it away, maybe to hold onto it for something to hold.

Daphnee gasps a little at the feel then opens her green eyes.

“OK, let me just move these parts and you can take me on the work table,” she gazes at him as if searching for confirmation first and if she is allowed she quickly gets rid of the wood for her puppet setting it on the floor near the desk before hoping up on the table, hands on his chest before laying back. The thought of hitting him with a piece of wood never enters into her mind though if she is allowed to do these. If he were impatient he would just sweep the pieces away to get at a similar effect a lot quicker but she really had no say here thinking either way he could take her as he pleased.

The demon nodded and released his grip to let her clear the table; he was confident enough that he could stop her if she tried to get away. He continued to stroke her slit, though, getting her warmed up for once she was done.

As she got onto the table, he took hold of her breasts, kneading the firm orbs and massaging her nipples between his fingers. When she lay back, he took hold of her thighs, gently forcing them apart as the tip of his shaft began to slowly press between her lower lips.

She works to remove the wooden pieces, at one stage she has to grip the edge of that work bench as she feels that finger sliding along her slit generating a pool of warmth between her thighs. She closes her green eyes for a moment as she shudders visible against the touch but soon pulls it together long enough to complete what she's doing.

It feels good though and she does not try to run afraid of the consequences if she does. She is afford these freedoms as it were and does not wish to be hurt so she climbs up onto the work bench locking eyes briefly with the demon.

Her breasts feel nice as she feels him playing with them and the nipples that are produced. Her eyes close, she whimpers in delight as she lays back her thighs are opened by him, her eyes open again as she gazes at him. Daphnee gasps as that member begins filling her up, her body shaping around him as it is evident that he is the largest she had ever been with.

She does not resist this though, her passage warm and wet as he begins fitting himself against her core. Her legs hitch either side of his hips as she reaches down with a hand stroking that length even as he begins pressing inside her. “UHHH!” She gasps out feeling that thickness pressing inside her.

Her tight passage was already quite wet, allowing him to slide inside with relative ease. Once he'd pushed as far in as he could go, he began to slowly thrust in and out of her. At the same time, his hands moved from her thighs to her rear, fondling her ass but also adjusting her position slightly with each thrust. He watched her face for signs that he'd hit a particularly sensitive spot. Once he did, he would keep that angle, slowly increasing the speed and strength of his thrusts into her.

So much for laying their impassively. That rod filled her her eyes shooting open against the intrusion but the moment she had felt the rod entering her there was no denying how good that this made her feel as he brought the warmth of his body against hers.

Green eyes widened. “OHHH SO BIG!” She felt full of him and her body had been quit unused to this. Her face is abashed in pleasure almost immediately. When he begins moving though he finds that her body is squeezing against him or maybe she has been stretched that tightly around him. But as he explores her he soon discovers the region in that heated core that gets her to arch her back as his powerful hands need her as she gasps out, her chest rising and falling against the feelings of pleasure that assail her.

Weakly she half sits up stroking a hand against his abdomen. Running would not work. Being impassive was no longer an option though she doubted that she would have used that option considering that he had relented from hedging her in, from simply making her feel helpless.

Of course she still was but at least she had that small concession to deal with as she pants against the fullness of him her head tilts back as she gasps out her pleasures increasing as her nails lightly graze against his chest as a moan spills out of her lips.

“There,” she weakly says though it is quiet obvious that she had to say nothing at all.

Her weakly whispered word confirmed what her reactions had already told him. Having found a sensitive spot, he proceeded to concentrate on further stimulating that spot. He adjusted his speed based on her reactions, aiming to bring her to orgasm at the same time as himself, if not before; there might be a limit to how long he could keep her here, but he meant to get as much enjoyment out of her as he could before then.

He makes his adjustments and the effects are immediate. Her green eyes widen against the pleasure that surges through her feeling his length deliberately brush up against her most sensitive of places. A fire rages through her passage, her hand seizes hold of his chest trying to grip something as her body grips against him already.

The walls of her passage quiver against him as he presses into her.

“OH, GAWD!” Her green eyes get glazed over at the onset of pleasure that she is introduced to. The first day on this island she was roughly taken, there was no pleasure in it, it was her first time but why did she consider that this thing might have made the incident more bearable. Why was he so different?

He seemed almost reasonable. There was no question she was going to be raped but he granted her small concision to. If she didn't fight back he wouldn't hurt her, as far as she had experienced, right? He was even attempting, no succeeding in making her enjoy this.

Did he get some sort of pleasure out of his victims liking this? She didn't know. She didn't care and the clock was a non issue too for she came almost at once she clamped down against him as her head tilted back. She shivered, he had not reached his peak yet and with each stroke that he made threw her she trembled even more trying to grip onto him as he did this to her.

“So goood,” she gasps out as another orgasm rips through her quivering sheath.

Her orgasms in rapid succession were enough to send him over the top, shooting his infernal seed into her wet depths. His grip on her tightened involuntarily even as she clung to him in the throes of her climax. Her walls tightened around him as if trying to squeeze every drop of his demonic cum out of him.

She gasped and still feeling that hot seed combine with her juices. Save for the quivering of her body around his she does not move other than to draw in panting breaths. Was it over already? She was unsure, the demon still had his rod firmly embedded in her and still had plenty of time to work with before anyone would arrive so Daphnee was unsure.

Her green eyes flicker up to him as if she were trying to assess the situation better. Despite cumming insanely quick she has a fast recovery it had seemed. She had been somewhat use to pleasuring herself a lot.

“You're not through, are you?” A rhetorical question though as those words spilled out from her lips it became obvious at how bad they sounded, that she was a wanton that only desired to be laying naked beneath his body being used as he saw fit. “I-I didn't mean it like that!”

She hurries to explain. "It was more a rhetorical question. I didn't think you're going to let me off the hook already ...”

He grinned slightly at her fumbling and unnecessary attempts to explain herself. The idea that he might go easier on her if he didn't think she was begging for more was amusing to him.

"Through? Oh, no, I've hardly even got started," he said, lifting her off the table and into a more upright position. Once that was done, he let her slide down his shaft, his hands on her ass controlling her so that she didn't go too fast or too far.