Yes, he knew that the human body could only produce so much for the Eratus slug but that was the joy of it. He knew that, but let her find out the hard way.

That slug stretched inside her, anchored by those barbs as it pistoned inside her as if questing for every last drop of sweet nectar that it could receive.

Hm, you can deny me that name until such a time but it will be years to have a chance to claim my life. I will refrain from certain activities if you give it too me. I could care less what it is, I just figured that it would be easier having others find you for me.

I am unaware if you know of it but there is an area where you might, albeit might, be more effective in fighting me … clearly you can at least learn in those years before you may have a chance at doing just that. Ah, certainly you feel that my dear.

She had not felt it yet, the slug was merely blotting inside her as he caressed a breast slowly with a hand bringing even more of that pleasing touch through her.

Kite screamed again as the slug thrust within her, the motion jerking on the barbs dug into all too sensitive flesh. Flesh that would all too soon have nothing more to feed it with.

"Oh, you'll 'refrain from certain activities' will you? Oh thank you!" Kite spits with heavy sarcasm, "Piss off. You're just one more link in a chain thousands long." Her voice is raspy from her throat gone dry, her already agonized body torturing itself further with the throbbing ache of her muscles starting to cramp and lock up, each heaving breath taking all the effort she can muster to pull through her body.

The pleasure, the pain, the torment... they all encouraged her twisted and shattered mind to keep fighting. endlessly. eternally. Fight to the last breath and beyond. "And really, if these 'others' of yours can't find me with what i already gave you, you need better minions."

Your welcome. He answered sarcasm with sarcasm as he knelt at her side casually rubbed her cheek with his thumb. Indeed he grinned though he had wondered what happened to Esper, she wasn't the best of minions but she was his minion.

The Eratus slug was metamorphisizing inside her. There was no more essence to devour but the transformation had already begun. It bloated like a leech that had consumed too much blood.

More barbs formed against it though this were not as long or sharp as the ones that had pierced her.

I have no minions now, sadly, but I was hoping that those at the arena would collect the right challenger. It's just as well that you have not told me you'd last what, two, maybe three minutes before getting thoroughly fucked as you will be soon enough.

The slug spat some silver colored slim, her juices already meeting with his enzymes and being processed by the creature. It sprouted an eye covered by a milky membrane and tendrils that had faced in the direction it had been going rather than the direction it had been, the tendrils stretching and reaching out within her core as it continued to writhe and change inside her, it's very flesh becoming toxic as it burned against her in a pleasant way almost as if it were going to burn a path straight through the walls of her body to melt into the flesh beneath.

Kite convulses with a choking, hissing scream as the slug shifts anew, there is only so much pain a mind can process, even one as acclimatized to it as hers, her fingers digging pointlessly at the turf as yet more burning churns within her. Each twitch digging the bony fingertips into her skin, her body so drained that her writhing is causing herself tiny bruises all over to compliment the many lacerations.

"Yeah," she whimpered in pain, interrupting her bitchery, "it's just as well. They don't want me killing any more of you."

Whether he believes her or not, certainly she doesn't make a very compelling case from her current position, not when the slime the creature spewed actually provided some tiny measure of relief against the choking dessication the filthy slug had brought her flesh...

Gersham laughed at that. A finger pressed against a nipple as the slug inside her spewed up it's own liquid and began to consume it. If that is what you believe in your deluded mind ...

Even now you resist knowing that I have all day to play with you.

He materialize another of those dreadful needles depressing it just enough to sprout liquid into the air.

Gersham smiled then injected her – she must have thought that the heat was going to become unbearable now but she was surprised, the head began to subside until there was just a dull ache from the slug, tentacles squirming inside her but he moved that hand from her breast, a black magical light encompassing his hand as he rubbed against her slit the partially metamorphosed slug crawling toward her opening until it plopped out of her and was sealed away in a jar again.

Your will is strong but oh so weak at the moment. Really I do not mind the challenge. You cannot win but are welcome to try. He leaned down to her ear and whispered as he shared a secret with her, really it was no secret but he licked her earlobe straight after allowing more of that insistent chemical to course through her again.

I don't bother with weak opponents on most days and would relish a competent challenge. Then as he pulled away he crawled between her thighs circling her labia with his tongue as he rubbed against her clit a little. He then placed the numb between his middle and index finger gently tugging.

I will call you Salvation. Now, Salvation, shall we play a little more or should I just fuck you now?

Kite struggled pointlessly, she couldn't even wilfully move her shoulders enough to shake her nipple out from under his clawed fingertip, "i never stop fighting. Not once, not ever."

Her eyes followed the needle worriedly, not truly afraid, if she dies she dies, but this would be a stupid death. She is so tense to expect the flame that for a moment her body deludes herself and she screams as the burning...subsides? Gasp after ragged gasp as once more she can feel the ground under her rather than endless fire. And he...he was taking the slug out of her? What was he going to do to her now?

Kite clenches her teeth as the demon licks her sex, the arousal he forced upon her no longer having the agony as immovable object to blunt its unstoppable force, she cannot fully contain the lustful moan drawn from her.

Salvation? Why would he call her something like that? Even as a joke she couldn't understand it. "What does it matter? i'll keep fighting you either way."

Good. I wouldn't want you to give in too easy, where would the fun in that be? He smirked still twirling a finger against that nipple as he smeared more of that aphrodisiac into her breast.

He chuckles at her impending scream as it fills his ears although it is rather needless. But he plays with her a bit more before extracting the slug. He likes her, dining both on her moans and body as she makes her statement.

And you won't disappoint, Sally … Salvation … Sal … well, maybe a shortened version of the name worked if she were male. About the only way you could disappoint would be to stop fighting altogether.

Kite lays limp in the bone restraints, finally, finally getting a chance to try to catch her breath, for her body to in some small measure recover from her ordeal.

She hates hearing the weak little whimper that stirs from between her lips, she wants to struggle! She wants to fight! ...she wants to kill.

And right now she can do none of these. Right now all she can do is lay there.

Gersham smile at her as he shift over her form. He could see her helplessness as it place the head of his shaft against her, The slug drank up most of her juices but had smeared her passage with a slime that had made her wet enough.

His hands reached down to grasp her breasts, feeling them within his palms, her nipples that were so hard sweeping her nipples against his palms.

Looking down at her for a moment he then presses his way inside her, a single plunge that had him filling out those folds as he gasped at her with that full thrust finding it's way inside her core.

You feel exquisite, Sally.

(sorry that it's been taking me so long between posts)

Kite couldn't help the strangled moan as he invades her, now himself rather than his spells or his chemicals or his slug. Her chest heaves as she struggles to keep her breathing stable, as she strives to withstand the arousal that is at least as much embedded reflex as it is the chemicals he has added to her body.

She forces a snarl, but even she can hear that it is half mewl as her nipples catch in the creases of his palms. "i've known for years you fuckers have had a high-n sloppy-seconds fetish, but if paving the way with a slug is your definition of exquisite, why don't you just fuck the slug and save everyone's time?"

Exhaustion and desperation are dulling her mind's edge, as the lust saturating her body seeps in more and more into her consciousness.

(quiet alright, I'm patient )

Because, Sally, the slug doesn't squel as pleasantly.

He chuckles as his fingers and palms continue to play with her as he queezes her breasts in the palm of his hands. He leans forward licking at the side of her neck with his tongue, reaching up to slip his tongue behind the coral of her ear.

I am going to fuck you long, hard and deep my dear. He whispers into her ear nibbling on her earlobe as his hips lift and he plunges into her body quickening the pace as he thrusts deeply into the core of her being.

Kite didn't have an answer as he tore another whimpering moan out of her, her body not yet far enough from the memory of the burning to do anything but welcome the chill of his saliva drying on her neck and ear, his shaft driving into her with enough sudden force that his hips actually lift her slightly from the ground, straining the grasp of the skeletal hands that imprison her.

Well, no, that's not entirely true. She has an answer, it's just that even she can tell that 'die from the facepunching' would be a really stupid thing to say when she can't move her arms.

He plunged into that wet passage, his hips thundering against her as their bodies clapped together. He groaned a little as he made that fateful plunge into that smooth warmth. He reached deep within her core as he filled her, relentless in his pursuit of that hidden nectar, that moment where he could drive her over the edge of sweet release.

Gersham encouraged her as he slid a bare hand along one of her sides still infusing that aphrodisiac in her as tiny claws scrapped against her though they had not pierced her skin. The other hand capture one of her swaying breasts.

It was awhile before he released himself into her at least the first time. Minutes blurred together and with the miracle of magic he recovered soon enough as he drew out of her, dispelling the skeletal hands as he prepared to roll her onto her stomach.

Screams soon become sobs, helpless to fight him off, helpless to stave off the growing tide of lustful craving building ever higher inside of her, to stop the quaking of her hips, the whimpers on her breath. Nothing she could do about the claws digging into her flesh, the shaft pounding at her innermost recesses.

Nothing she can do about the hot, sticky defilement splattering inside her, commingling with the slime left behind by the foul slug.

When the hands disappear, she surges, or tries to, trying to throw herself forward with a fist to his face. She misses hilariously, her exhausted body not managing anything remotely like what would be needed to actually make a surprise attack.

He grins, surprising him was difficult since he could delve intentions with his third eye. He grabs her wrists pinning her arms down to the ground as he mockingly grins down at her.

What's wrong Sally. You've lost the stomach to fight? No that's not it. It's your body you can no longer command. I do look forward to our date in the arena someday soon. To have thousands watching your shame as I take you in the arena and show you just how fruitless the best you can do is against me. Then, perhaps I will play with you a little is the back room. Yes, I think I will.

He grinned at her, looking forward to breaking her. Her will was strong, would she be strong as well without the inhibitors hindering her?

Leaning down he trickled his tongue over her neck then pulled away.

I hate to screw and run but I was in transit before your call. But I do look forward to encountering you again.

He slipped out of her then, shortly standing after that and stuffing himself into his pants. He gave her one last look, grinned, then took flight eager to make those arrangements once he got to the arena.