" Well," the old mechanic replied," We can get...creative."

This was the cue for his minions to start moving. In his mind, he gave them strict, marching orders not to be noisy as to warn the girl that they were there, and that they were doing something. Not too careless, but not too careful either. That was the key, and this was what he wanted them to do.

The air in the room, Lilitu sensed, was charged with a sexual energy that was only getting heavier and heavier by the minute. Yet, this permeates his every being, and was the main reason as to why he kept doing this ever since before even any of this generation were born. He relished in the feeling, but was careful enough not to look too obvious doing it. He was, after all, playing human, and humans don't say 'ooh' and 'aah' without provocation of the carnal, or any other, kind.

Moving a bit closer, he let the girl have her fun. He was too careful not to touch her so suddenly, letting her see where his hands were going. He deliberately made them move a little bit nearer the leg between his legs, just so that if she wants to, she could brush that along his hands, and they would do the rest.

Slow and steady, Lilitu was playing a harp of lust, and she was dancing to it.

Creative? If there was one thing she had learned to do trying to spice up the bore of her noble life, it was being creative. Many images and ideas flashed through her mind - some more raunchy than others - but she did not linger on them. Like she had promised to herself, she was just going to take it easy; they didn't need to go far with this. Regardless however, the thoughts had crossed her mind, and those mere thoughts made her blush even more than before. She smiled trying to keep her composure, as the old mechanic invitingly reached a hand towards the leg she had put between his. Slowly she moved her leg forward, rubbing the skin of her inner thigh against the mechanic's rough working hand.

Perhaps she was just generally sensitive, perhaps it was the aphrodisiac, but the mere contact between her skin and his drove her over the brink. Tiny bursts of pleasure crossed through her spine as she let the old man caress her soft yet toned legs. Already being driven into heat by the last few minutes, her pussy immediately began overflowing with fluids, the juices dripping out of her slit, soaking her underwear and dripping down her leg. She bites her lip as she feels the lubricating fluid reach to where the old man was touching her, and begins slowly moving her leg, rubbing the liquid into his palms. She has no idea what she's doing; conscious or rational thought no longer seems to be a drive for her as instinct takes over.

Her breathing becomes fast and heavy as she takes even further action. Bending her knees, she slides her inner thigh down the man's hand, bringing the old yet strong fingers closer to her lacey panties. "Is this creative enough for you?" she breathes, almost collapsing from the exhaustion her inner heat brings.

And this was about to get even slimier than this.

It was going to be hard to change forms while she was facing him. That would spoil the general mood of things, and the old demon would have to resort to violence to get things done. It would be easy, but at the same time he was already having fun, and things were much easier this way. The trick is to get her head so screwed up that whatever form he had to take, she would be too pre-occupied with the pleasures that she would hardly care anymore. That was it for him...plus, the energies he gained that way was way, way, way more than the energies he gained from fights.

So, he made no signs of movement, but when she brushed her inner thigh against that palm of his automatically his hand shifted from 'dormant' to 'active', slowly rubbing against smooth, supple skin. She may have a toned body but there was no mistaking the softness of a girl's body. He rubbed up and down, up and down, smoothly, his hand like a low-grade leather against her skin which was silk.

And just a few minutes into the deed, he felt something weird. At first he thought he had just spilt some of the liquid he was drinking into his hand before the deed, but when his eyes scanned the girl, there was no mistaking that the liquid was coming from her, and it was gushing out of what is hidden behind her dress.

A smile appeared on his face, and this was more than an old man's gentle smile, it was a lecherous smile.

Even more, the girl becomes bold as to slowly bend her knees, and the result...the old man's hand was just inches away from her delicious mound, which he knew was behind lace panties, the kind you wore if you were not for decency and morality. The aphrodisiacs were doing their work...and he had to move fast or it will all be for naught.

" Oh, creative enough...creative indeed." He said, as he made signs of wanting more from the girl, in an effort to get her relaxed, and to create an opening to reveal himself. " I like it, but I think you are capable of more, miss."

Her eyes fell on the old mechanic's lecherous smile. In any other situation, she would be absolutely disgusted; this would have been the point where she would throw him out, perhaps even fall back on the influence of her parents to get back at him. But not in this case. On the contrary, she took the smile as an even further invitation, a sign that she could go as far as she wanted. And when the man told her he thought he was capable of much more, she jumped at the call. "You don't even know the half of it," she boasted. Grabbing the man's wrist with both hands, she pulled his arm upwards. She placed it between her legs like an improvised chair of sorts, her groin resting on the palm of his hand.

Almost immediately she began grinding her pussy on his hand, leaning forward so that her clit rubbed against his wrist through the thin fabric of her underwear. Her panties were now completely soaked by a mixture of her sweat and her juices, making a squishy noise every time Toinette applied pressure between her groin and his hand. She loudly moaned with every blast of pleasure shivering up her spine, fully knowing that there was no-one else in the dormitories to hear her. She leaned forward even further, bending almost completely over the length of his arm and resting her massive breasts on his chest. Her nipples, stiffened by arousal, were clearly visible through her dress despite her bra.

She let go of the man's arm, trusting that he would be able to support her currently imbalanced weight. She knew from experience that mechanics, even the old ones, had very strong muscles - she herself was an example of that. With both hands she grasped the sides of the man's head and turned it towards hers. She saw the lecherous expression. She saw the wrinkles. But she didn't care; she wanted him. She needed him. She pressed her lips against his, forcefully intruding his mouth with her tongue.

The 'Click' control was certainly set to 'Overdrive' now, and the switch that maintained Toinette's decency somehow disintegrates, and what's left is...well, the viewers have to figure that out.

The viewers, mainly Lilitu's minions, who by now are drooling at the sight that their always lucky master is relishing. As if on cue, the girl, driven mad by what was a mere droplet of their master's 'juice' had become more a creature of lust than the creature of logic that their master and them had met at the door. If she was decent and very aristocratic earlier...well, she most certainly isn't now.

Like a madwoman she sat directly onto the pretend-human palms of their master's pretend visage, the Mechanic (their new label for the character their master had made) and was now dry humping their master's hand...or at least, it looked dry, but most certainly not, since it was clear to them that before she did this, she was already dripping, soppy wet. She was crying out in tongues, immediately moaning ooh and aah like no one would hear her. With that display, and surrounded by a city of machinery and parts, it was most certainly the hottest thing anyone would ever see and most easily the hottest thing they have ever seen by far.

Lilitu, for his part, had casually not told her how he had swiped a few more droplets from his member, and had it on his hand before she even sat there, or before he touched her. Call it speed, quickness, or whatever, but it was for security purposes, and pretty soon she would not even bother fending 'them' off, he and his minions.

He knew she wouldn't care anyway, and so displaying a feat of superhuman strength, he was able to support her violent spasms without even so much as a wrinkle of concentration on his aged face. He was now viewing her as a piece of young meat, as the old man, and had proceeded to reciprocate the viciousness of the kiss that she had awarded him. Tongue meeting tongue, saliva swapping against the other's.

As a follow-up, when there was enough space in between them, he began his work and lecherously kissed her neck, licking it wet, working his way down to those poking diamonds that he had noticed while she was humping his 'juice' laden hands.

She gasped and moaned with indecency when the old man moved down from her lips, kissing and licking her neck, wetting her skin with saliva. He was being greedy and lecherous; and she loved every moment of it. His licks and kisses moved downward towards her cleavage, and in anticipation of the pleasure she knew she was about to receive, she let both straps of her cocktail dress slide off her shoulders, the entire top folding downwards. This unveiled her black lace bra; her diamond hard nipples were already quite visible through the partially transparent floral pattern.

She smiles, though in practice this is hardly visible; her mouth is already wide open to allow her excessive moans to leave her lungs, saliva beginning to drool from her tongue. Rather than unfastening her bra, she allows its straps to slide from her shoulders as well, allowing her naked breasts to still rest on the band. Her pink nipples stand up invitingly, begging for attention, begging to be teased, licked and sucked. With one hand she grabs her left breast, squeezing and massaging it in wait for attention from the old man's lips. With the other, she grabs the mechanic's head, pushing it down to her right breast. All the while, she continues grinding on his hand, not even questioning how he manages to support her weight.

He might even give himself an award after he's done this, attesting to the fact that since she hid this personality beneath so many layers of another personality, making her reveal this dark side of hers counts for a personal best for him. Even if that is due to his special 'skills'.

The straps of her dress went down, and in so doing, her brassiere followed, revealing her soft nipples, a bit of pinkish in color, small and perky. That is in contrast to her breasts, which are juggling up and down, up and down, in tune to the obscene motions of her body. His hand automatically shot upwards, tugging on the girl's free nipple, which she wasn't mashing. Although unready for what was to happen next, Lilitu followed her ministrations when she suddenly tugged on his head, bringing it level to her breasts which, by now, was begging for attention. He gamely followed suit.

Immediately upon contact, his mouth encircled the hardening nub. Inside, his rough tongue began to rasp against the sensitive skin, tasting her for the first time, her smoothness, and the sensitivity which will surely induce a lust-filled moan from her. He was greatly enjoying this...and why shouldn't he? Besides, she seems to have forgotten her surrounding altogether, never even for one second questioning why this old man could support all the ruckus on just one hand of his.

She moaned loudly once when she felt the old man's wet lips greedily beginning to suck on her nipple. She moaned loudly again when he began licking its sensitive tip. She could barely contain the pleasure as his rough tongue rasped against her smooth and highly sensitive skin, and began pinching and massaging her other nipple. Her slit was getting wetter and wetter by the second, and at one point she could no longer wait. The aphrodisiac had driven her to levels of need she had never reached before; she was in full-on heat, unimaginably horny. She needed a cock inside her. And she needed it now.

Her right hand let go of the mechanic's head, and reached down, clumsily searching for his member through the fabric of his jumpsuit. When she found it, she began rubbing it, growing even more excited as she felt it harden under her touch. She looked down at his face, as he lecherously continued to suckle on her breasts. "I want you inside me, old man... I don't even care where..." she said. Well, tried to say. Her words were impossible to understand, as she could barely close her mouth, moans and gasps of pleasure being forced outwards with every lick from the mechanic's experienced tongue. The intention, however, was more than clear enough - at least, that she hoped.

With whatever audible sound he could make sense, Lilitu heard her practically beg him to take her. She was already a creature of lust, and from the moment she began to seduce him, she was already his for the taking.

Making a new, intensified effort to nurse himself on her breasts, Lilitu's rock hard member slowly changed as she took hold of it. Droplets of his juice now became small goblets, and they would surely fire her up, what with her lace panty dripping wet, and feeling like a second skin on skin. He was rubbing, through her intense efforts, onto her puffy lips, and the juice would surely work it's magic. He needed not to even try and make an effort to hide himself, but he would not want to surprise her.

He let go of her breast, with the small nipple so engorged with blood, with an audible 'pop' and single-handedly shifted her position from facing him and now, with her back toward him, he would introduce his true form. Surely, she wouldn't be surprised by this...? That he hoped.

Whatever happens, though, he would not be alone. Most of his minions were cackling silently in the background, unseen, watching their master take this naive girl.

" I've got a surprise for you, miss..." he said, mashing her breasts and tugging playfully on her nipples with both hands as he finally seated her on his old but strong laps, his member rubbing against her thoroughly as she thrashed. It was beginning to become red in hue, as he was slowly changing into his true form.