Rosalie returns to her room having just showered after soccer practice. She removes the towel from her body and simply pulls on some panties before taking the towel off her head and drying her hair as best as she could. She and her team had been working hard lately for a big game the next day, and everyone was always exhausted by the end. Rosalie lays back on her bed, at first just looking up at the ceiling, her thoughts just wandering aimlessly. Her fatigue quickly catches up and she drifts off to sleep.

He had watched the practice session with a degree of interest as he watch invisibly. Sure enough he had been interested in a few of the girls, though on the norm he focused on those girls that offered him some sort of challenge though with the inhibitors in place finding a challenge here was less likely.

Sometimes he saw a prospect. Sometimes he had wanted to have a little fun as he did today.

He compared qualities though in the end it had been the green haired girl that won out. Moving from one Shadow to another a locked dorm room door is no real obstacle an he shifts back no longer invisible.

All three of his burgundy eyes are cast ahead seeing the girl in only a pair of panties he sees the swell of her breasts and grins.

She was asleep so approaching was easier with his soft step and ability to leap from one shadow to the next.

She smelled good having just returned from the showers. It was time to have a little fun as he crawls into the beg, his knees sink into the mattress as a hand spreads her legs apart one brushing over her thigh as he generates a powerful aphrodisiac transmitting it touch contact with her bare skin.

Soon enough after contact with the aphrodisiac, Rosalie begins to feel the effect letting out soft whimpered moans and shifting a little in her sleep. At one point she calls out a name in her sleep, "Myra..." Her arousal made her squirm a bit more, her body clearly in need of attention.

Oh, he was going to give her some attention alright. He could feel himself growing hard though he assumes that the woman is some sort of lover that she's had in the past.

Gersham does not give it to much thought though. His touch producing that aphrodisiac with each touch of flesh against flesh. Even his saliva is arousing and as she stirs he sets a hand against a full breasts, his thumb rolling against her nipple back and forth as he leans over to the other breast taking it between his lips as his tongue sweeps over that succulent flesh.

His other hand continues to stroke up and down the length of that leg as he caresses her inner thighs.

Soon he would have to prepare for her to awaken. Right now he was not fully prepared for that happening not that that was going to be an issue if she did waken.

"Myra...not...here...ahh." She says softly between her moans. Perhaps she was dreaming her and this Myra were some place they might be seen. It only seemed to add to her arousal as she arches her back, pressing her breast more into Gersham without knowing it. Despite all this, she was still fast asleep.

Mentally he gets himself ready for the next stage. He doesn't know who Myra is though for now that was alright as the aphrodisiac was having the effect of keeping her compliment. His hand still working over her tit he expects no trouble from her as he peels aside her panties, his tongue licking against the wet snatch of her body, wriggling against that spot as his hand closes about that breast, rubbing it back and forth as if he were getting it ready as his fingers sweep over the engorged nipple.

Rosalie cries out at this sensation, her body having become rather sensitive because of the aphrodisiac coursing through her body. It eventually causes her to snap awake, half expecting to see Myra being the one touching her. But when she sees who it really is, her eyes grow wide and she screams trying to push Gersham away with her legs. "Ahh! Get off me! Get away!" She manages to get to the back of the wall on her bed though it only leaves a few feet between her and the monster. "What the hell are you?"

She wakes up and Gersham looks up from between her thighs, a grin on the features of his face as she attempts to ward him away with words. He should have restrained her and that was a minor mistake seeing that she cannot get too far from him.

Sitting up on his knees he makes a leisurely gesture now that causes skeletal hands to burst out of the wall grasping arms, shoulders and green hair before he creeps forward on his knees.

His third eye watching her body language, reading it quite well in order to anticipate her next move. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Gersham and we can do this one of two ways. I've been watching you for quite awhile now and will have you one way or the other. You can kick or scream or you can submit, in the end it makes no difference to me as I fully intend to take what I desire. Whether or not you derive pleasure from this is entirely up to you my dear.”

Rosalie screams and pulls at the skeletal hands holding her down before looking back up at Gersham. His third eye freaks her out even more cringing as he comes closer. She still had one more trick up her sleeve, so to speak. As much as she didn't want to, she looks up at Gersham locking eyes with him. He would've seen a slight flash in her eyes as she attempts to use her sensory hypnosis on him.

For a small moment something shoots over him as he sees something come over him though mentally he shrugs that influence away. Either the power was insignificant, the inhibitors dulled it or his mind had been too strong had swirled together. Perhaps it was a mix of all three.

“Sorry my dear but that's not going to work,” he grasps her ankles and spreads her legs apart before kneeling before her, quite hard it is little wonder that his claws tare away those panties, his hand brushing back and forth against her sex.

“Mm. I can't wait my dear and by the looks of it neither can you.” He draws a pair of fingers up and down that sex bringing more of that drug straight into her as he begins unfastening his belt quite ready for her as it is and clearly wasting no time.

"N-no way...not ag-ahh..." Rosalie says gasping and whimpering as Gersham applies more his drug directly to her sex. She squirms in his hold, watching helplessly as he starts to undo his belt knowing what was coming. "That...that was your fault...you started touching me in my sleep. Why would I ever want a beast like you anywhere near me?"

“It's beyond that. As I have said easy or hard, this is up to you.” He was not too flustered here either, his fingers press lightly inside her despite her protests as he shallowly sweeps that touch against that warm passage as his steadily infused her with more of that drug not really caring what had driven her arousal. If it were him, another or she wasn't aroused in the least.

She had no choice in this matter, her body played with as he pushes a pair of his fingers inside the chalice of her body bringing them back and forth as he leans forward to capture a breast with his lips, suckling it as his tongue rolls about her engorged nipple as that arousal brings them to hardness, that drug flowing through her as those fingers move in and out of her, barely penetrating her at first and getting bolder, deeper as they pushed further inside her.

Whatever drive to resist Rosalie might've gained from first looking at Gersham was fading. The pleasure caused by his touch and aphrodisiac were quickly overwhelming her body as well as her mind. She kept letting out whimpered moans as if sending mixed signals of "get off" and "don't stop". Her sex was already very wet and in need, seeming to welcome the demon's fingers and wanting them in further. The one thing he could never do though was take her virginity. She'd seen to that not very long ago knowing something like this might happen sooner or later.

He was an Incubus and as such he's had a lot of sex. Virgins, he has found, were often inept at what they did. Thus, he had no strong desires to be with a virgin, the greatest thrill with them had been breaking their spirits in some way or making them into sluts, craving such sexual need, willing to do anything for the sweet release that his most casual of touches.

“You're quite wet already,” he announces showing his wet fingers to her before tossing her legs over his shoulders as he lowers, his tongue replacing his fingers as he patiently licks at the outer folds of her labia, tasting that rich essence against his tongue as his eyes peek up to her then and there to see how she was dealing with matters now.

'Damn it...how can this...monster be getting me this horny so fast...?' Rosalie thought to herself, her moans becoming more pleasureful, a sign of her defiance weakening further. Even when Myra got to her, she wasn't able to turn her on this quickly. What was this creature doing different. "You've...done something to me, haven't you? What was it...?" She struggles to say between her moans. She had to know what was going on, that it wasn't just her.