Slarr, being Slarr rubbed Birch the wrong way. Ever since their trio became a duo the two had an uneasy relationship. Slarr blamed it on Birch getting soft. But the main issue had been being denied of those luscious strawberries he grew.

He was getting tired of being denied that tasty treat. Birch did it often enough and he tolerated it thus far because he grew the tastiest strawberries. That and he could prompt their growth. This time Slarr had been so annoyed that he finally sought to get one up on his partner.

He had learned of Birch's methods. Most of the time he was level headed. But his creators had pushed him to feed every week or so. Birch did not feed on the fruits he grew but rather the delicious nectar combined with the nectar he produced combined to give them the sustenance he needed.

But stubborn Birch resided off the beaten path. He attempted to go as long as he could without feedings. But like a vampire he became more and more animalistic the longer he put off his well needed nourishment.

A part of him regretted his creation. Hence the isolation. Of course that did not work. He had to prey upon those that wandered by or scurry the jungle the closer that deadline came. And then whether providence or luck he chanced upon Ginger.

Birch didn't know the minds of humans. Maybe she was sympathetic. Maybe she enjoyed their conversations about her interests. Their shared love of botany. She returned to feed him and he in return fed her knowledge. They even came up with a system where she'd hang up cloth of different color indicating when/if she was coming. And he in return would cause certain flowers to bloom to warn him before he lost control of himself.

The system worked pretty well. When she was not coming he would hunt closer to the campus. But she came often enough that he didn't have to do so as much.

But to get back at him Slarr mixed up those color coded signals on purpose. Indicating that Ginger was coming when she was not. So Birch held off hunting not knowing. Looking forward to Ginger's arrival. But she never came. He did manage to get those warning flowers to bloom before instinct took over.

Slarr knew just how much he hated losing control. This would probably get Birch irate for the next few weeks but it was entirely worth it. Besides Birch tended not to hold onto grudges for long.

Wanting to watch all the fun Slarr sailed over the trails while invisible. Looking for an unsuspecting victim. Looking to drive them towards Birch where nature could take over. It hadn't taken long to find someone. As it was it took forever for Birch to succumb. He knew him well enough to know that he had reached his braking point.

Birch was still a little more distant from the campus despite being on the prowl. So he thought he'd lend a helping hand. His only regret was that the student he found wasn't blond. He didn't mind seconds. He was far more eager to see his companion give in to his baser needs not to select the first opportune individual he chanced upon ...

Finding prey wandering the forests bordering Shokushu campus was generally difficult. The forest was dense, leaving it with dim lighting and dark shadows. There have been numerous stories told of monsters, murderers, and what not lurking the woods in hopes of finding some lovely female prey. Despite those warnings, there were some outdoor clubs such as a the Tramps and other outdoor curious students that wander the trails to take in the island's wondrous scenery.

But, activity has been low lately. Most likely it was due to final exams or some other significant matters involving the school itself. Still, there were those taking sports either running track, playing games, or training for their next competition. With the tracks already reserved for classes and clubs, other students seeking to run outside had to resort to running the walking trails that border the forests. They were nice places to walk or jog, giving a view of the island's natural beauty.

That was where Vera Matsumoto took her job today. Dressed in appropriate school-issue gym attire, she had a route planned that would satisfy her required allotment of physical training and fitness. Her long silver hair was tied into a long ponytail and her light blue sash was tied around her shapely waist. With her reputation as one of Shokushu's Head Girls, she did not expect any students would approach her during her run.

The sun shined down on the Asian woman's silver hair. Breasts bounce with every stride of her long legs. Vera did not mind the route she was running. But, she could not help but assume that any change of plan or scheduling was the result of Shokushu staff trying to lead her somewhere. Despite her position as Head Girl, Vera was still a student. She was still a potential choice for the alien guests to enjoy with how they please. There were some protections but nothing that would stop a monster from having their way with her vulnerable body.

Vera knew that the forest was where guests like to lurk and hunt. But with it being daytime and no other distractions were about, she knew where to keep her eyes out should something out of the ordinary start happening around her. Such precautions only went so far though. She had no idea if an alien monster was out there on the prowl.

Slarr flew in closer. His eyes spying a delicious treat. He had to reduce his speed. Circling Vera at a respectable distance. Slarr did not have the political sway to arrange a chance meeting with the silver haired beauty. He had not questioned his luck, well Birch's since she wasn't going to be his target.

A 9. Yeah. If only the hair color was different she would have gotten perfect marks. Still, that rear, the wall those large breasts swayed. The sight was candy to his eyes. So much so that he had initially missed the staff.

Even he knew that was a sign of station. A prefect? No the more numerous sashes was a different color. A Head Girl? Well, well, well. But he suppose that wouldn't matter to Birch. With the lighting that silver hair could have been mistaken as platinum blond. But his vision was keen enough to note the difference.

Still he could pretend. Easily distracted Slarr nearly missed the fork that was coming up. One looped back to the campus whereas the other took a more round about way through deeper parts of the forest. Was it his imagination or was she eyeing the shadows beneath the branches and near the bushes as if expecting something to spring out at her. Not too much of a surprise. Given that rocking bod. Her position could not protect her. Some may even see it as a status symbol by bedding one higher up the pecking order. Students, Prefects, Head Girls. Each one rarer than the last.

OK it was time to act. Still elevated and behind her Slarr became visible for effect. The tip of his index finger generated a red bead that race down at an angle. Missing deliberately but causing that bead to erupt in a ball of flame cutting off that route unless she did the surprising and ran through the wall suffering burns.

He struck the middle of the path so as not to ignite much of the vegetation. Though he could produce and control flames he didn't want to waste the time doing so when his time could be better spent driving her in the direction he wanted. He was quicker, she more maneuverable should she reverse direction or run off of the path. No doubt he could keep up with her given his abilities but all the additional effort was such a hassle.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Should she have turned around and tracked the explosive bead back to it's source she would see him. Though he was barely over five feet now. Hardly as intimidating as many of the others on the island. She could hold her ground and fight. He was still aloof so unless she had magic … what were those odds? She could flee where upon he would give chase guiding her to where he wanted her to go. Or she could submit. The option that he thought was as likely to get her compliance as it was her resistance. He'd soon find out. Slarr's plans often weren't well thought through. Even when they were he was prone in getting distracted especially if it involved blonds, strawberries or both.

Things were quiet as the Head Girl continued her jog. The island had a eeriness to it which the reason becomes clear once you know its secrets. The lack of natural wildlife made everything sound quiet and isolated. It made sense, it would be unsafe for students if there were wild animals in the forest. It would also be a nightmare trying to transport such creatures from Earth. Animals and insects would also make guests have a more difficult time hunting as their sudden silence would give away that something was out there.

The silence made any sound seem louder in isolation. But such advantages mattered little against an eager alien guest. Unfortunately for Vera, her predator was in the air rather than in the forest. But, sight and sound were not the only things this Head Girl could sense.

The channeling of mana was something Vera learned to sense very early on when on this island. Even the island's inhibitors did not dull her mana senses. She felt that sudden flare of power being manipulated and felt it coming in her direction. Vera stopped only to see a bead whizz by her and explode on the path. At least the fire was contained on the path. It would be upsetting for many if this fire and smoke was noticed by others.

A voice could be heard behind the Head Girl. But her assailant would not even be halfway through his gloating when Vera broke into a run again. If this guest was smart enough not to start burning the local fauna, she would simply run around the flames and try and keep on the path leading back towards campus. Even if Shokushu was designed to entertain and stimulate the guests, she was allowed to resist as much as possible even if escape was unlikely.

Whatever it was that was attacking her, Vera knew it was at least flying above and behind her. She doubts it would burn her or any student but that was not a bluff she was willing to call yet. For now, she would try to navigate closer to the school to deter these attacks from continuing where they could be seen by the public.

“Huh?” Not that he had expected her to stick around for him monologuing but Slarr had not expected her quick reactions. Nor her circumventing the flames. He knew better to incinerate the jungle. No doubt he'd have more than Birch's ire to deal with even if he limited the scope of damage he did.

Of course in an effort to limit damage he gave her an out. She was no stranger, most on instinct would have run from the flames out of instinct and not closer to them. At first it looked as if she were going to run straight into them then circled around them before those flames grew too intense. Almost as if she might have believed they were illusions.

Those flames blocked his vision briefly. Slarr snapped out of his lax manner. First firing a flare into the air with the point of his finger. Alerting Birch and whoever else was around. This time the bead burst like a firework though with it being day it was hardly visible. With any luck Birch would respond to the sound of the old signal flare and fall into old habits.

But first things first he had to get things back on track. He kicked up his sped breaking out of his hover. Deliberately over shooting her so that he was between her and the campus. Clear intentions in cutting her off and forcing her to make a stand here or head back from whence she came. Of course he had considered that she wouldn't take that path and simply retrace her path from whence she came.

She struck him as being level headed enough to realize he was stirring her in that direction. So he played for time setting down a clear distance in front of her so it would take longer for her to get back to where she had been. It gave Birch a bit more time to get closer. And if he tilted his head just right … maybe … he probably wouldn't but would have to use more drastic measures.

He had burned a student before though he normally refrained from being that sadistic. She being a Head Girl had been bound to get all sorts of attention so he knew not to leave a mark upon her that went beyond the norm. Stuff that could be remedied rather quickly.

Slarr wagged an index finger at her. But already forgetting or not caring that she ran the first time he began speaking to her again. “You can't get away as much as you run. You know it. I know it. So let's make this easy, huh?”

More flares of magic could be felt as Vera tried to make her escape. The source of this attack dove to block the way, finally forcing the Head Girl to see this alien guest. He looked like some sort of demonic imp. He was not very tall though the wings made him look larger. Though not as large as some of the monsters that come after her, Vera was not confident that a physical confrontation will go her way. Worse, this guest apparently had some magical power. Whether it was only fire related or not was unknown.

The creature was at least at ground level now. Vera could resist as she pleased. But, she knew the inhibitors will ensure her capabilities were limited if not outright nullified. Damaging the guest was out of the question. Blinding or binding the creature may be possible temporarily. Vera could only hope for the element of surprise to buy her enough time to escape. Else, well... She was more than aware of what awaits her in the end.

Not firing the fire at her directly made sense to avoid harming Shokushu's assets. But with flying speeds that could easily overtake her, why was this guest just blocking the way instead of just tackling her? Was this guest just interested in gloating and toying with her? If anything, the only one making it hard on themselves was this creature in Vera's eyes.

Vera had stopped as she gazed at the large impish alien creature. Anything used at a distance will probably be avoided by the fast and agile creature. Running the other way would only result in having to run around the flames again, be herded towards the forest, or the creature just chasing and easily catching her. That really only left one option for the Head Girl. It was risky but so was everything else when it came to this island.

The silver haired woman broke into a run and was running right for the alien monster. She would see about running around him and if he tries to block or grab her, she would stop her approach and hop back. Words of magic would fill the air as a trail of light followed the tips of her first two fingers. With a twirl of her fingers, she sent forth bands of light to try and wrap around the large imp creature, hoping to bind it so she could continue fleeing past him. She also tries to summon a bead of light to flick towards the monster to burst into a bright blinding flash.

Vera broke into another run, hoping to pass the creature and get a bit closer to the school's main campus. Every step caused her long pony tail to trail behind her while her breasts bounced in her tight fitting top.

Slarr wad weak over all. Still stronger than a student and with the inhibitors in play that further tipped the scales. He often used more patience to scare or heard a girl into a secluded or dangerous area. As the weakest in his old trio it had been left up to him to herd potential victims to the others. One being a plant based creature and the other a giant he was the only one that could carry out the task well. Had he more of a spine back then all their victims would have been fine. He didn't mind seconds or thirds but passed on the others.

They were far too demanding and unwilling to wait long periods. So he often slipped off to campus on his own and managed a hunt or two in his spare time without them. Since then he nearly doubled in size and developed some nifty abilities.

Suffice it to say he wasn't expecting the Head Girl coming straight at him! His jaw dropped opened as he processed her movements. There was enough space between them that he had recovered his senses. Smirking he kept up his rouse.

“Well if you're that eager to start ...” Generating flames from both hands he created walls of fire either side of the path so he had no choice but to come at him or reverse direction. His fingers easily manifesting gout of flame. His will shaping them.

“What the?!” Bands of light bound him. Arms pressed to his sides these bands felt solid. He feigned struggling all the while his eyes fixating one that bouncing bounty. Ripe melons barely restrained. His intentions interrupted with that explosion of light.

Blinding though it was just a minor inconvenience. He could hear well enough and knew she had to have looked away to prevent blinding herself. So that was when he acted. His solid form braking away into a cloud of smoke.

Reforming as she past by. The crunch of her footfalls telling him that she had been close enough to snag that bouncing pony tail had he wanted. His vision restored as if he reset the condition of his body with that transformation. Though the flames all sputtered out at once. Either by his will or he was unable to maintain them will invoking other abilities.

He pounced on her then. While not overly large his sudden weight springing on her back brought an end to her movement unless she was a lot stronger than she looked. He had been deceived in the past with a monster masquerading as a student. He was about to discover it he had again.

“Why do you girls always make this so difficult?” Clawed hands trying to secure a hold on her arms as he pressed to her back.

He attempted to wrestle an arm behind her back. The other losing patience in trying to restrain her. Letting go claws grazed against her neck unconcerned that she might try to elbow him. She shouldn't be able to hit anything vulnerable. Unlikely to harm him at all seeing that he could make portions of himself invulnerable.

“Unless you prefer to be rutted her like an animal were anyone can come by I suggest we take this elsewhere.” He used the closeness of the campus. Not that he would care if this were his prey but Slarr had other things in mind. He wondered if Birch would come this far out. Normally he'd say no but the hunger was something he rarely saw and never as bad as it was now.

Whether the binding spell worked or not would unfortunately be left unknown as the guest revealed another ability. Turning into smoke, there was nothing left for the bands of light to tighten around. Vera only managed a few more strides before she crashed onto ground. "Oof!" The creature was on her back, his full weight holding her down as she groaned in pain.

Though students have called the Head Girl a monster, she was still a human. Vera struggled and swung an elbow back. But she could not manage any real damage. Pinned to the ground, she gritted her teeth. "Get off of me!" Vera hissed, "If you did not want things to be difficult, you should have done this at the start instead of playing with fire."

Getting caught out here would be more of a problem for this guest than for her. Though most likely any witnesses would have their memories purged of the encounter should it come to that.

"You are the one holding me, not like I can stop you from taking me elsewhere," Vera added. Being a Head Girl in the know about Shokushu and its purpose, she was not as fearful of the alien guests as others. That was not to say she did not know of the dangers. At this point, there was not much she could do but accept this humiliating defeat. Still, she at least forced matters to be resolved in her own terms. She still did not know why this creature tried to herd her with flames. Perhaps it was all for sport? But then why is he complaining about her being difficult?

"Or you can just let me go," Vera stated, "Since I am so difficult deal with." May as well try and convince this guest to find easier prey. Unlikely, but it is not like she had anything else to use besides her words right now.

“Oh, I think not.” No surprise that he wasn't going to let her up. Had he analyzed things he would have concluded that she was use to this sort of thing. Slarr didn't know how much in the know she was nor did he care.

He had to admire that she didn't let fear get to her still struggling now. Most of the elbows passed through, some hit but to little effect.

“True I suppose. It still would have been work. I was sorta distracted and nearly missed you.”[/color] Keeping her engaged he played for time. Rarely had he considered the long term as scatter brained as she was.

He did think upon her words. Was he strong enough to move her? He was sure about a short distance but not long enough to brink her where he wanted. Those claws caressed down her neck then traced the back of her shirt. Down to the sash.

While it was easy enough to replace Slarr untied it for her waste. A hand pushing up her shirt to her shoulders. Then tracing her spin with a claw.

For the first time she felt excitement in the strange creature. As she tried to analyzed why the situation had been so at odds with his words and actions so far.

A firm hardness pressed against her ass. To her amazement he had entertained those words. “I could let you go. But that wouldn't be fun. Well fun for me anyway. Did you wish to make a bargain?”

Deals got him in trouble in the past. Often they went his way as he twisted them. Juniper and Pia managed to make good deals that didn't stop him entirely but limited him in a fashion. Needless to say it was always sweeter to get one up on either of them since he had to put in extra effort.

He did consider. Things could go in her favor in which case he would have wasted him time and would have to get another girl. She was capable of putting up a fight and should she resist or try to run again he would have to make a more drastic effort after showing her that that was a bad idea. And if she failed, well he'd wash his hands of it.

If Vera agreed he would lay out the task first. “A simple run down that trail back there at the fork. About fifty yards you'll reach a boulder. If you make it back your free to go.” He had no idea if anyone had managed to get close already. He knew how fast Birch could be in jungles and forests so he had to be close if he saw the signal at all.

But Slarr enjoyed games and deals that weren't always one sided. The possibility of losing had been as thrilling as discovering loop holes. Not above lying to a student when it came to his bargains and contracts that was about the only time one could count on his honesty, at least he wouldn't omit key details if asked but he wasn't always forthcoming within information.

He still kept her pinned down until she accepted or denied the challenge.

Vera was not interested in taking any unknown bargains. But, she did not have much of a choice. She felt claws on her back. Her sash was removed. Her jaw clenched as she felt something hard pressed against her ass. For now, there were her shorts and undergarments between her and this alien creature's erection. The alternative to taking the bargain was not going to be pleasant either.

There was still the question of why this guest wants her to go running into the forest. Would he just resume what he was doing when he was sure he would remain out of sight? She assumed this creature would drag or carry her back there if he truly wanted. The fact the guest avoided attacking directly until he had no other choice was also concerning. Most alien minds were too difficult to read so she had no sense of this thing's emotions.

"Fine... Get off me," the silver haired woman replied. It was not as if she would be able to get unpinned on her own. So she had no choice but to play whatever game this alien was brewing.

Once the imp-like creature was off her, the Head Girl would get back to her feet. She tugged her shirt back down and tucked it into her shorts like before. Looking herself over, she had some scrapes from being tackled into the ground but nothing serious. She would walk back to the fork where the trail headed down into the forest. Fifty yards in was where she would supposedly find the boulder. She would assume this creature would keep a close eye to ensure she went the entire way in. Either this guest was going to break his word or he was going to leave out a detail that something else was going to prevent her from leaving the woods.

"Do I just start running now then?" Vera asked coldly. If so, she would begin running to the woods where many more dangers could be laying in wait.

Unable to get an accurate read of him Vera actually found her words influencing him. He could have torn into the wrapper of her clothing with those eager claws. Hell he didn't even have to remove them. The clothing was of little consequence.

But with little choice in the matter Vera agreed. He ignored her tone. Inclined in doling out a lesson. After all she wasn't his prey. Not exactly. She wad on hand, convent. He lifted his weight from her though as he did so his hand grip those long silver locks in the event she had tried to run again.

She fixed her skirt though he kept hold of the sash as they walked. Still holding her hair like a leash those bright yellow eyes scanned the terrain. Hardly paying attention to her and saying nothing unless a question had been submitted to him. None came and they got to that fork soon enough as it was not far.

Finally a question came to brake the silence. Vera unaware if he would keep to the bargain but what choice did she have? Had she refused they were likely to be going at it based on what these things were after.

He could have delayed. But if Birch wasn't out there he either found another target or missed the signal. This was a gamble on his part. How much was ingrained in Birch in his current state? Did he even remember what the signal meant? What he was suppose to do. He was banking on all that muscle memory to take over. But it was little consequence if she succeeded or not. But he really, really, REALLY, wanted to see Birch loss control. Knowing how that would cause him much grief.

Slarr handed back the sash as he gave those locks one slow stroke. “Get to the boulder. Leave the sash on it as proof you made it. Then back. Your fit. You might even manage it. If you do then you're free to go. No tricks. No fire to hinder you or incinerate the proof you made it.”

He barely managed to get through the rules before she was off. Slarr did not follow, not initially. His eyes focused on that ass. Coming up on a slight bend it occurred to him that she might actually do it. The boulder was right there.

Going invisible he took flight to get a better view. The rock marked with the sash. Vera spun to race back to the starting point. Slarr's heart sank.

Guess he didn't -

His thought interrupted as a vine sprang out of the forest. Suddenly like a snake it would encircle an ankle and yank while she was on the move. Bringing the Head Girl down once more but not stopping there as it reeled her in. Dragging her from the trail into the forest where Birch waited.

Once among the trees there was an explosion of activity. Other vines joined the first in an effort to restrain her while simultaneously with other vines tugged, ripping and pulling at her clothes.

Birch watched on. Standing next to a tree he may have been overlooked at first. Concentrating on directing those plants he wasn't above being rough in this state.

She may have picked up on his presence when he began to move. Though still rooted in the spot he extracted a vial containing a purple liquid that he drank. Just a small sliver of his core identity still present. Had she been unaware of him still he would make his presence known once she had been good and restrained. Clothing torn to shreds save for her boots and socks to make this easier on him.

He said nothing as he walked away from the tree. Unblinking eyes roaming over her naked body. A rough hand grabbing one of those large breasts giving it a rough squeeze. That grip easing slightly. It spoke something in some strange tongue. A harsh sound that might not have been a language at all come to think of it.

The vines on her wrists tighten and lift her up on her tippy toes. A hand going between her thighs tracing over her sex. Guided by instinct Birch searches for any signs of that sweat nectar. Rarely did he find any and hardly ever when in this state but he was not afraid to work to produce it. That needed sustenance guided him even now as he tried to coax it into making an appearance. His touches easing up though the texture of his skin contrasts to those touches. But he had plenty of tricks at his disposal to get what he needed ...

The Head Girl let out a breath, she was not fond of being forced to walk right into a trap. If this run ended up being nothing at all and just a means to mess with her, she would be frustrated but would still prefer that over walking right into the waiting jaws, claws, or tentacles of whatever was lurking in the forest.

With the light blue sash in hand, Vera ran down the trail that led into the forest. Her heart bounded as her legs pushed her forth with each stride. She managed to reach the boulder and put her sash on it. The staff would need to retrieve this before a student comes upon this and question what a Head Girl was doing out in the forest that involved leaving her sash behind.

Half the trip finished, the silver haired woman turned to run back to the start. But, she barely made it a steps before she suddenly found herself tumbling over. Her ankle was wrapped in a vine. More vines quickly slithered in and coiled around the Head Girl. Fingers dug into and dragged over the earth as the woman was dragged off the trail and deeper into the forest. Legs kicked as she struggled with the bindings.

The sound of ripped clothing filled the air until she was in nothing but her shoes and socks. Her beautiful nude form was yanked up off the ground, forcing her to balance on her toes as the source of the attack lumbered towards her. A large rough hand grasped one of those soft tits, making the woman gasp and squirm in the creature's grasp. The luscious melons were topped by soft pink nipples that tingled against the rough texture of this creature's grasp. She could hear strange things coming from the alien creature though she was not sure if it was an alien language or not.

To the monster's disappointment, Vera was not exactly in aroused or in the mood right now. With a large monster before her, she was more concern about what state should be left in when this guest was finished with her. "Let go of me!" Vera would see if this thing even understood English though much like the previous alien guest, she had no hopes that her pleas or commands would be heeded to.

Briefly loosing sight of the Head Girl Slarr easily caught up. Just in time to see her drawn into the forest. Had he not seen it the drag marks in the earth clearly pointed to the direction she was forcefully pulled in.

By the time he found a sturdy enough branch to bear his weight the girl was already nude. Like a voyeur he watched on. The pair oblivious to his invisible presence. Though to be fair each had their own problems to deal with.

Had h been around earlier he may have spied that their was a little bit left of his colleague. Instinct? A need to produce what he was after? It war hard to say. He missed the empty vial as his focus was elsewhere.

Birch paused as Vera spoke. His alien features never changing. Impossible to read. There was something there within those unblinking eyes that felt like intelligence. An answer never came, however. That rough hand leaving her breast. Strong hands curled over her hips then moved to her ass. Fingers pressing into her rump and through a combination of lifting her and the vines pulling on her wrists she was pulled upward so that her exposed sex was in line with his face.

Hands trickled down from her ass to her thighs just beneath it. Grasping her there he pried her legs farther apart then took a step forward forcing his head between her thighs and her legs over his shoulders.

Any struggles with her heels hitting his back or feet smacking into his shoulders or head as he got her poised didn't seem to effect him. In a sense it had the same affect she would have expected from striking a tree. She couldn't strike him hard enough to do more than damage herself.

If she carried on the annoyed Birch would direct a vine to coil about her neck. Squeezing hard enough to cut off her breathing and long enough to instill it in her head that he could make matters even more difficult for her. The vine would loosen but not retreat.

Whether or not she resisted Birch wasted little time. His wet tongue swimming about her labia. The contact chilling at first then warming. In contrast to hi rougher touch that tongue was soft, moist, and carried with it an enzyme that diluted pain a bit. More then that their was the chemicals in the vial he drenched that muscle in.

It had no effect on him but added another drug to the occasion. One that caused her skin to tingle where it touched. One that wouldn't do much to a human unless it was ingested or injected it some form. It wouldn't become apparent until his tongue slipped along those folds that Vera would feel it strengthen.

The warm tingle increased. Radiating from that tongue as it worked it's way into her. The aphrodisiac taking hold a short time after he began feasting on her. Hands going back to her ass keeping her securely in place as he sucked on her sex. His tongue swirling about her insides as he painted those depths with that substance all in an effort to tap into that sweet nectar faster.

No amount of struggling freed Vera from the creature's vines and unyielding grasp. It was like wrestling with a tree. Feet and heels struck hardened bark and soon her legs were pulled a part, allowing the creature to have a taste of its prey. Surprisingly, the alien's tongue was not hard or rough like bark. "Ngh!" It was still unpleasant being assaulted but there was little the Head Girl could do while in this thing's grasp.

The tongue slid past those netherlips, tasting the soft velvet walls of the beautiful Asian woman. Despite the pain, fear, and disgust; her body was reacting to those licks. Was it due to the Head Girl's sexual training or was there more on that tongue just saliva? The wild tingling she felt seemed to linger and build with each swirl and slurp of the large writhing muscle. Vera's inside twitched as she gasped softly. Her jaw clenched as she felt warmth bubbling inside her core.

"Ngh! Ahh... Mgh!" The woman was hanging in the grasp of vines. The monster's motions was making her rock gently with its motions. Toes curled inside her shoes. Her head hung low, strands of long silver hair that escaped her hair tie hid her face as she could only endure and wait for this guest to be done toying with her body. Whether she wanted it or not, her body would respond to the drugs seeping into her being. Every lick made her gasp as her inner walls start to twitch and clench around the invading muscle. Her own nectar would soon join the saliva and drugs mixing inside her alluring depths.

Birch continued on. Ignoring her feeble attacks. Though she settled somewhat as the first stages of that drug hit. A warmth growing. Spreading throughout her core and generating a response in her body.

That drug worked in well. Rubbing that internal passage. It moved and danced within her with more control than a finger able to twist and turn in unusual ways. Guided by those songs the tongue attempted to encourage her more.

In addition those perfect breasts were assaulted. Vines coiled about each. Giving a gentler squeeze than his hands were capable of. The ends of those vines brushed up and over her nipples. The stimulation and the drug producing a natural reaction.

But once he tasted those juices he went wild. Gripping her ass tighter he shoved her nethers to his face. That tongue becoming frantic stilling only when he slurped her sex. That sweet taste was hardly enough. His mouth a poor substitute to how he harvested the nutrients he required.

This of course was just the start. He knew he had to prime her. Even in a savage state his need ingrained in what needed to be done.

Once collecting as much nutrients that his tongue could his fog lifted slightly. He was confused but only momentarily. Aware that there was a bound student before him Birch went back at it. His tongue extending once more as it teased her clit promoting it out from hiding if the drug hadn't yet revealed it.

Teasing out her excitement a little longer he worked until that drug was as effective as it was going to get without delaying too long. His head withdrew. Hands seizing her legs again and removing them from his shoulders.

Lowering her down until they were eye to eye, or rather they would have been if not for those silver locks. The vine about her neck retreated he brushed her hair aside to get a better look at her. Back to towering her or was he raising himself. Something rose up beneath her body. Nudging her sex. Just as yard and unyielding as his skin his root sprayed enzyme along her slit. The tip rocking back and forth massaging the substance against her entrance.

The double dose of enzyme had no further effect. It was an action ingrained in his core memory. So even now he prepared her. That root would soon angle itself against her. Then push in when coaxed by those precious juices.

Called forth he surged deep in that thrust. Following the trip to her cervix with frantic thrusts that filled her each time as he churned those insides to butter. Further mixing those juices with the enzyme. Transforming those juices into a life sustaining drink.