Her technique of teasing what was to come was remarkably similar to one he used himself; it was unusual to be on the receiving end for once. Still, he could sense how this was working to affect her in the same way, something he could work with.

"I think," he said, shifting slightly to rub against her sex without pushing any further inside, "that 'when' will be when you can't hold out any longer." He fondled her breasts while allowing his movements to tease her more; even with her in a technically dominant position, he was going to make it clear just how much he was in control.

“Oh? Then soon then, Master,” she grins as she feels him shift a little. She embraced her role as a sub and rarely she got these playful urges where she might take on a more dominant role. Usually she was trying to push the issue on such occasions though not always sometimes she just wanted to have a little fun such as now.

Her pussy pumps against him as if riding him thought like this she can slid against all of him, clearly not the case with him lodged inside her core. She digs her knees into the ground, her breasts held in her grasp she straightens her posture before arcing her back. Her hands dangle up in her own golden locks.

“AH! You feel so good Master. Do... Do you enjoy this?”

Her revelation that she didn't expect to hold out that long wasn't a surprise; she hadn't exactly been hiding or denying how much she enjoyed this. Admittedly, he doubted that he'd be able to hold out longer than her if he didn't have the patience that could only be gained from a life many times longer than any human's; had he not wished for her to demonstrate just how thoroughly she was in his power, he wouldn't have been able to resist the temptation to press his shaft back into her sexy, semi-willing body.

“AH! You feel so good Master. Do... Do you enjoy this?”

"Of course. At least as much as you do." For emphasis, he tweaked her hard nipples gently.

With her hands at her head her breasts were exposed to his touch as she pants. He tweaks her stiff nipples and she squeaks in pleasure. Her red eyes close against the pleasure that lances through her as she rides over him with haste.

He brings her to orgasm, a shrill cry calling out to the heavens as her head ilts back and her golden locks dangle down as her pink moist walls fold against him. Her hands reach back to his legs as her back arches deeply to keep that balance as she continues to ride over him, squealing out as she does so. Her hips sliding down two thirds of his length griping him fiercely then moves back up his gripping him just as hard as she keeps at it feeling him hitting her pleasure zone with each full thrust she takes.

She doesn't mind this as much all things considered though she is pleased to hear that he is enjoying this as well as she as her loins burn with each press of her body against his forcing another whimper from her lips.

“Could you c-cum for me, M-Master?”

Her request was hardly necessary, as she had driven him close to a climax before she reached her own. With her tight pussy clenching his cock as she rides out her orgasm, it's only a matter of time; only moments after she asked, his body tensed as his cum filled her depths.

She feels that pleasant spray of warmth erupt within her, she gasps at the stark feeling that flows throw her tight core that clamps down around the shard shaft that is thrust so deep inside her trembling core. Her head is thrown back, her chest rising and falling then.

“YES! Oh YES, Master!”

She pants, her chest rising and falling as she does so milking him of all his cum that she can she slowly pulls herself off him. Looking at his length she frowns. “I just cleaned it too. Shall I do so again?”

She touches the underside of his length rubbing against it slowly and seeing how sensitive he was to additional attention.

His shaft quickly comes to attention again as she rubs it.

He grins slightly at her question. "If you think it needs it," he answered. He suspected she had something in mind, given her repeated offers to 'clean' his shaft, and decides to give her reasonably free rein; even if she could harm him, he doubts she would after deliberately initiating this encounter.

Rhaine had nothing fancy in mind. It was her experience after last time that he had remarkable stamina and if she could brake things up a little and please him while she recovered he might like it better. It was like swimming under water. She had to surface occasionally to grab quick breaths of air before submerging again.

This was the breath of air time that she needed so much after drenching that rod.

Still it felt incredible as to how he so easily came to life and she had been thrilled about it. Was he responding to her or was it a natural reaction? In any case he was hard which was what she wanted.

“Dirty boy.” She laughs a little winding her fist over his length pumping up and down as her lips pressed to his shaft, her tongue swirling over him as she tasted both their juices on it.

“I guess I'll have to clean you again, Master.” And with that her lips sweep past the head of his shaft as she starts pressing it teasingly in her mouth.

His reaction was a combination of both factors; while his species recovered quickly even without his unusual nature from the spell that brought him here, her attentions helped to speed up the process. That unusual nature also meant that few students were able to last as long as him; with her 'breathers', she might actually manage it.

“Dirty boy.”

He grinned at her teasing. "As if you'd want it any other way," he countered as she began to play with his shaft.

“I guess I'll have to clean you again, Master.”

"It's not like you don't enjoy it," he said as her lips passed the head of his cock. He then moaned in pleasure, a testament to her natural skill and enthusiasm.

She worked with enthusiasm. She would have been most delight if she could wear him out before she herself reached that state or at the same time but her aims were a bit more innocent then that. She only wanted to last as long as he did to draw this experience out.

Now she was hoping too if that plant thing came back for her that he would be so immersed to want to keep her around though that was a matter that had never really entered into her mind.

“No, Master, I would not prefer it any other way,” she grinned then ran her tongue against his moist shaft tasting both their releases there.

There was a grin of delight with his words though before she took him back into the recesses of her mouth. Her tongue swirling against that engorged length . She liked the taste of him, her breasts pressing against the sides of his shaft, her nipples scrapping against his legs as she draws more of him into her mouth, her gaze flickering up at his features to study them. Sometimes they were tough to read though others she had somewhat a clue.

Although his non-human features could be difficult to read at times, at the moment they left no doubt as to how much he was enjoying her actions. Between her lips and tongue working the upper part of his shaft and her breasts pressed around the base, it took a bit of effort not to release in her mouth right away.

While he let her set the pace, his hands traced along those of her curves he could reach in this position. If it weren't for the problems it would cause, he'd have been strongly tempted to claim her as his property. As it was, he'd settle for having a couple of students who would be relatively happy to see him instead of another of the island's guests.

Rhaine was well liked by her peers, she wasn't exactly hated either. She could make moon shine and had a net work of small friends, other victims, one just happened to be her lover. And since she had a small stable net work of friends and this was still her first year she had not yet turned her attention to the question of what happened when leaving the island.

He had terrified her at first, she thought that he was going to kill her at one stage but if she knew what life was to be like over the next four years she would have had hopes of one day being his, the devil you knew right?

She had not tried to displease him and found that if she cooperated he wasn't so bad. The options for running were probably not so great seeing that he had canine features he was probably a lot quicker than she, of course she had assumed by appearances that he was an adequate swimmer too.

But he was her monster of choice. She may not have liked how the situation was thrust on her, her mind was logical for the most part and tended to weigh the odds more than most. Odds were good that she could do nothing or very little about her fate so she could only hope to shape those experiences as best as she could.

Truth be told though she enjoyed that look on his features that told her she was doing a good job. He ran his hands against both firm and warm orbs as she tasted his tip eagerly, their combined juices giving it a unique taste.

Her tongue presses to the underside of his shaft as it throbs a bit. Was he close already? Her lips stretch into a grin then tighten back up against him as she vigorously abs her mouth against that embedded length, her tongue sweeping against him as she went. Her globes pushed together to form a tight tunnel for his passage though both their hands are one the orbs hers are stationary as she presses them eagerly together as she seeks to clean t=him again, her mouth dropping further, encouraged by what she's seeing though she only manages to take about half of him between her lips she has yet to hear him complain.

Even if she hadn't managed to take at least as much of him into her mouth as any other student, he wouldn't have complained; he was aware of human limits, she was clearly taking as much as she could, and she made good use of her breasts and hands to make up for the limits of her mouth.

His breath sped up as she worked his shaft until the inevitable happened. With a cry, he released in her mouth.

The sudden release in her mouth, that pleasant warmth that she had urged herself in receiving was greedily sucked down. She had been eager to please him of course and she spends a moment licking him clean and bringing her breasts against him.

He felt so good against her though she sucks against him and moves until she rinks all that essence down before he passes from her lips.

“Master tastes so yummy.” She grins though there is a slight blush on her features. It occurs to her that she has not learned his name at all but that was unimportant. It was Master, and if he wished for her to know it then he would supply it in time if he had that wish.

She rises dusting off her knees and gathering up her clothes but she does not place them back on. Rather she glances around to get her barrings. It wasn't too far from this point where they had first met.

“Come on,” she tucks her hand in his. In nothing but her shoes and socks she attempts to lead him back to that spot, proved of course that he is willing for she could not drag him along other wise.

He had no doubt that she hadn't just said that to keep on his good side, given the effort she'd made to make sure not one drop of cum escaped her lips. While he was pretty sure she thought of him as more the lesser of several evils, he still appreciated the extra effort she put into it.

When she suddenly begins to gather up her clothes, he regards her curiously; she clearly wasn't trying to escape, and neither of them were anywhere near spent yet. She soon took his hand and tried to lead him somewhere, answering some of his questions about what she was up to. He didn't know where she wanted to go, but it was in the wrong direction for it to be likely to be a trap, since she could've just led the tree-thing into a trap in the first place. It was possible that she just wanted to be somewhere else if the tree did come back looking for her, but he was pretty sure they had plenty of time before that happened and she seemed to have a destination in mind. Curious, he let her lead him for now.