Melanie's entire body froze as she felt fear grip her heart and wrath grip her head. But her heart hammered on, and she felt adrenaline race through her system. She seethed in response, though she was helpless before something this large and mighty. She wouldn't give up however. That was not in her nature. "Go ahead," Melanie spat at the creature, though she knew there would be pain to follow. "Death's probably a better idea than whatever you've got planned."

Kakumaoh was impressed that she'd called his bluff; it was unlikely that she knew that the monsters weren't allowed to do permanent damage to students, so she was either really good at reading others or very hard to scare. Either way, he wasn't going to let her know that.

"Oh, no, you're not getting off that easily," he snarled. His grip on her waist eased slightly so that his claws no longer pressed against her. At the same time, he grabbed the front of her shirt in one hand and forcefully tore it open. "We're going to see just how much you can take," he said, one hand roughly squeezing her breast. Normally he tried to avoid hurting his partners more than necessary, but he was in no mood to be so careful with this girl; he wasn't going to try to hurt her, but any injuries would be her own fault.

Melanie grimaced as the powerful monster seized her mammary in its clawed hand. She only needed another opening, something to free herself. Preferably a weapon, but she didn't even want to consider scrounging for one while this... thing was preparing to have its way her. She glared at the monster with a rage that burned through every iota of her being. Her muscles tensed, ready to lash out this things obvious weak points in a second's notice. Its eyes and tongue were obvious targets. Maybe its nostril's cartilage would retract into the brain, the same way hitting a human's nose could pierce their brain...

He felt the girl tense up in his arms, no doubt preparing another futile attack. "Don't," he growled, "it will only annoy me." He made an effort to catch her arms with his free hands; while she'd need to be extremely lucky to do any actual damage to him, she could still be quite a nuisance if left free to flail about. Meanwhile, the hand on her chest moved to give her other breast the same attention as the first, roughly kneading the firm orb.

Her movement further arrested, Melanie kept staring at the creature with a rage barely contained. The only other emotion she could display was the the distinct winces of pain she felt from the monster's rough handling of her body. In her mind however, she judging the odds of her escape. She had never really fought a beast like this, but like any mortal creature, it had to have its weaknesses. Perhaps she twist that haughty attitude against him?
No, Melanie was never capable of proper manipulation along those lines.
But what else was there? The only weak points she could imagine would be the creature's face... and most likely his breeding member. Melanie remained absolutely still as the creature began to have its way with her. The risks in targeting such of a weakness could be catastrophic.

Kakumaoh stopped fondling her breasts to make sure she didn't get one of her arms free this time when he tried to get both her wrists in one of his hands. Although she'd stopped struggling, he doubted that she was surrendering to the inevitable; she clearly wasn't the type to give up easily, especially not that abruptly. More likely, she was trying to work out a new angle of attack. Not that she'd be likely to come up with one; she wasn't in a position to attack his face, and he was far better protected than human males in other weak spots she was likely to think of.

Once he had her wrists securely held over her head, he grabbed her bra with his free hands and tore it open. "Very nice," he said as her breasts fell free of their confinement. He then lifted her up, bringing the delightful orbs in line with his face, and began to circle her nipple with his tongue.

Melanie bit her lower lip, resisting the urge to cry out in frustration. She hated the waiting game. Absolutely loathed it with a passion. It brought with it anxiety, uncertainty, and it rarely ever paid off. She turned her head away from the monster's face as it began to lick her naked form. In a way, it was even worse than the clawed hands of the beast digging into her flesh. It was licking her. It was claiming superiority over her, and that was one thing she would not stand for.

So why was the situation falling further out of control?

The demon grinned at her as he shifted his attention to her other breast. "You might as well admit you're enjoying this," he said, his tongue flicking across her hard nipple. "Your body is making it clear, anyway." One of his free hands went back to fondling her free breast while the other slipped inside her sweat pants and began to caress her slit through her panties.

Melanie bit her bottom lip as she stiffled a squeak of surprise, fear or pleasure. She couldn't tell what it was, but if her body was any indication, it was hardly worthy of utterance. Her eyes continued to dance around and searched for any signs of escape. She did not respond to the creature's nagging. She KNEW she did not want this. The creature had clearly used kind of trick to make this more pleasurable, but she was powerless to figure out what it was or how to push it from her mind.

"Try to hide it all you want. You'll still be screaming in pleasure by the time I'm done." His hand slipped inside her panties as he continued to caress her sex, the tip of his finger occasionally slipping between her nether lips briefly. "All I need to do is find the right points, and you'll reveal yourself to be just as much a slave to your body's desires as every other girl I've met here." Slowly, the finger at her sex sought out her clit; he might not have the aphrodisiacs or the like that some other monsters used, but he'd found careful manipulations could work just as well.

Melanie struggled to control her urges. "Self-control, self-control" became her mantra as she continued to deny the pleasure. Instead, she wore a look of pure malice as the creature continued to toy with her weakest points.

His questing finger found the treasure it was seeking, and he began to caress the pearl with his thumb. How long will you be able to keep pretending you don't like this? he thought as his lips and tongue played with her nipple. One of his fingers slowly slid between her lower lips and began to probe, seeking out her sensitive spots.

Melanie scowls, unable to do much else in the face of this creature's strength and her constraints. She instead twists and turns in her bonds as the creature begins to assault her most sensitive regions. She could feel a modicum of pleasure, it never reached the point where couldn't ignore it. But now, it was starting to creep into that threshold.

After giving her nipple another tweak, the demon moved his hand from her breast and began to slide her sweatpants and panties off. Meanwhile, he paid attention to her reactions to his probing finger, watching for the unavoidable signs of when he'd hit a sweet spot. Soon enough, your body'll be ready for the main event. But will your mind still be fighting it, I wonder? Not that he really cared one way or another, but the sheer stubbornness of some of these girls was quite remarkable at times. Pointless and futile, perhaps, but still remarkable.

When he found Melanie's sweet spot, he was finally treated to a sign that the girl could be broken, no matter how obstinate her mind was. Her whole body shook, her lower lip quivered as she tried to restrain a moan of arousal as the monster's fingers worked her system for all its work.