She keeps her eyes locked on him as he steps further and further back. What is it he's planning on doing from that far away? Is he leaving? She doesn't relax her stance. Something doesn't feel right...this isn't a retreat, but what IS it? He stops near a tree, taking the time and effort to drag a claw through the wood. She has to fight back a shudder; it would be a VERY bad idea to be on the recieving end of thsoe claws. She'll have to make sure that doesn't happen. She keeps her eyes locked on him...right up until her vanishes. "What the he--"

Her confusion intensified as her breath rushes out. A strike from behind? More than one enemy...she rolls forward with the momentum of the punch, coming to her feet facing the direction the attack had come from...and finds Gersham standing there in the shade, one fist extended. It doesn't looks like he put much effort into that strike, either...troublesome. She refuses to acknowledge the flutter of apprehension in her stomach. He's bigger and apparently has more than a few tricks up his sleeve...but it's not over yet. She takes a deep breath, sliding her flip flops off, kicking them to the side, feeling the grass against her bare feet. She rolls her shoulders, feeling the ache between them from the impact; holding back or no, it's clear this thing has power. Tit for tat, she supposes...introductions are made and now it's time to dance. "Are you done?" Her only reply to his words.

Without further warning, she drops low and dashes forward, rushing to close distance. She'd been perfectly happy to let Gersham back away from her; after all, it gave her more time to see him coming and time a counter kick. One of the best ways to fight a stronger opponent was by letting them use their strength and size against themselves. But if he could blink around at will like that, then there wasn't much hope for that plan. The only thing left was to close distance and keep pressure on him. She measures as she closes in; Five steps out, she pulls slightly left, then takes a little hopping step, turning as she does so, building up momentum in a spinning motion. Three steps out, as she completes the turn, Lacey launches herself into the air in a controlled spin, her hips level with Gersham's head. Her right leg sweeps out, and she can feel the power and fury behind the motion as she unleashes one of the deadliest moves Tae Kwon-Do has to offer; the 360-degrees spinning kick, otherwise dubbed the tornado kick. Toes pulled back, ball of the foot aimed for her opponent's left temple, she aims to end it quickly.

He nodded as if to answer, still grinning, still watching. She had not yet worked out that he could travel between the shadows so it benefited him to stay close to objects. He could use any shadow save his own.

But rather than flee, rather than use any tricks he watched her movements seeing just what way she would move and still he had not flinched even when she leaped into the air. In the Arena he would have never left himself so open and would have began targeting her with his black “darts” of icy cold miasma that both sapped the heat and numbed a targeted area but also caused temporary paralysis if a spot had been repeatedly hit.

It was a trap! In a game of chess pawns were sacrificed all the time and while she did connect the inhibitors did their job for the most part. He was staggered briefly but vanished once more and stumbled out from another shadow as if the jaunt did not arrest that momentum any.

But his secretions were anywhere he could make flesh to flesh contact and by hitting him it had begun, the flow of that aphrodisiac tingling through the toes and into the foot.

Spinning around to face her his left hand ignited in black flame as he held the black sphere, that miasma dart that he hurled at her more as a distraction as he charged at her from behind it almost reckless given his apparent invulnerabilities it appeared as if he had been attempting to either drive her back with his shoulder to the tree or perhaps to the hard ground itself.

She lands steady on her feet, feeling that same oddly muted impact but ready to follow up...then blinks as Gersham appears a little ways away, staggering but apparently unhurt, in the shade of another tree-- The shadows! That's how he does it! But whatever he was doing to her kicks apparently had few limits...and why was her foot tingling? Her thoughts break off as she notices the dark fire around his hand. She watches as he makes a throwing motion, charging behind...whatever it is he hurled out of that dark fire.

No time for anything but a swift reaction. She throws herself left, landing on her side as the shadowy dart passes through where she'd been. She opens her legs as Gersham draws near, then twists her hips, scissoring her legs around his in an attempt to get him to trip and hit the ground face first. If her kicks don't do anything to him, maybe physics can do a better job of chastisement. She tries not to think about how much her leg is tingling now and how it seems to be spreading, chalking the rising temperature of her body up to the adrenaline pumping through her, focusing on the fight instead.

It was no surprise to him that the sphere of black miasma missed it's mark for while he was unhurt momentum and inertia could still throw him off balance and so he missed though he did come close enough to force her to dodge.

Gersham followed in and her maneuver worked hands shooting outward to brake his fall he tumbles into a somersault with that swift momentum though when he had completed the maneuver he had not gone much further than her for he wished to close with her and wanted to remain close.

Though he was facing in the wrong direction snarling out in annoyance more then anything. He refused to let her show him up though as he would turn to face her once again and would have to use more caution provide that she had not managed to launch a counter attack he could afford to remain distant and allow that aphrodisiac to run it's course. Before long her movements would slow as that desire slowly built though with only that brief contact it might take a little time unless he got more of that drug into her system.

Panting lightly, not out of breath but definitely getting there...and why? She sprints flat out in bursts longer than this fight has lasted so far without losing breath...no time to worry about that. Lacey rolls to her feet after she feels her legs connect, tripping up her opponent. She growls a little as she sees him come to his feet a little before she, fighting down frustration. Everything she throws fails to put him down, and she's starting to run out of options. Something's wrong, she knows that much; there's an odd sense of warmth inside her body completely out of sync with the effort she's putting out, and she shouldn't be panting at all. The flush over her cheeks is familiar and a worrisome sign; what's happening to her?

These thoughts dance through her mind as she dashes forward. She can see him turning, but it doesn't matter; an opportunity missed is a fight she might lose. Lacey propels herself upward once more, stretching her leg straight above her head as she does so, letting the momentum aid her lift. As she starts to fall towards Gersham, she shouts and slams her leg downward with all her weight and momentum behind the strike, focusing the force in her heel and aiming it at his head. An aerial axe kick is nearly as devastating as a tornado kick...though that's not very reassuring considering her last attack.

This time though she had been rewarded as Gersham snarls out, his head, particularly his brow near his third eye, had been sensitive and even with the inhibitors it smarted as if he had bit down on his tongue. In the Arena that would have been a savage attack that he would have needed his magic to defend against. Given the inhibitors though it was a good effort but better in getting some more secretions within her though not much.

He had hoped to have his attack completed before her's though he had miscalculated her speed so at the same time the kick was connecting with the top of his head hands grabbed her other leg to jerk it out from beneath her, his fingers and palms shooting far more aphrodisiac into her then the incidental contact though the blow had staggered him enough where he had not been able to capitalize straight away though he still gripped the leg sending more aphrodisiac into her body to hasten the effect of that drug.

"Gh!" She chokes slightly as her heel connects; that tingle intensifies, and the heat in her body flares up substantially. Teeth gritted, she tries to force her way through the sensation, ready to come to a landing and capitalize on her assault. Apparently Gersham has other ideas for her. As he grabs her leg, Lacey can't help feeling her body spasm as that same tingle intensifies massively. There's no doubt about it now; contact with this creature's skin does more than dampen impact. He's doing something to her body itself.

She completely fails to land on her feet, her legs trembling and her chest heaving with ragged breaths. "Nnngh...wh...what are you....doing to me?!" She hisses, teeth clenched. Her eyes shoot wide as her body clenches within, a familiar sensation that..."No....no..!" She gasps horrified as she feels her body reacting to the heat and that strange tingle flowing into her leg through his hands. She feels herself moistening beneath her bathing suit, sees as the peaks of her breasts come to stand to attention. "Bastard. What have you done?!" She twists at the hips, attempting to free her leg from his grasp but as shaky as she is, it gets her nowhere at all. She can't feel any strength in her movements, and that strange warmth is growing more intense by the second.

“Feels good, doesn't it?” She can deny him such an admission, he didn't really care as he already knew. It was such a delightful sight seeing the effects of her arousal though she tried uselessly to pull free he dropped to his knees after releasing her only to spread her legs to get between them.

He was not eager, not know as he grabbed her by the waist instead knowing that it would not be long now before that drug worked it's magic.

“But I already told you you couldn't win. Do nothing and I win or fight back and feel the effects of my secretions that rapidly absorb into flesh. Since your first attack against me you were doomed to fail … as an Incubi I learned a rather common technique to increase sexual arousal through an aphrodisiac and you have had quite the dose my dear.”

He released her hips as fingers drew up the sides of her bathing suit, those claws threatening to cut the material before his hands set atop her breasts. He squeezes them gently rather than showing any roughness, his own arousal increasing at the hopelessness of the student beneath him.

“Fight if you wish or concede defeat, your choice though I have not even scratched the surface of all the techniques I have learned, oh and Lacey, as an Incubus I have plenty of techniques too outside the realm of combat.”

"You're..w-wrong..." She says through shuddering breaths, squirming weakly, trying to muster strength to attack. Her heart throbs as he falls to his knees between her legs, his arms wrapping around her slim waist. She bites back a moan, her backside coming to settle on his lap as he pulls her in. "It's not over....not yet...I'm not done yet!" She glares at him, though if he could read people at all, he'd see the fear, the desire, and the uncertainty in her deep green eyes. "An...aphrodesiac?" She tries to clear her head. "That's why....this is how you attack? C...coward...Ah!" Shock runs through her body as his touch moves to her hips, razor claws grazing their way up her sides. Despite her commands, her traitorous body favors his touch, rolling in time with the movement of his fingers, her body performing a slow rolling arch for him, making her breasts a prime target for his hands.

She gasps and presses her breasts against his palms as he cups and squeezes them, so gentle despite the knock-down, drag-out fight they'd just been having. She can feel his shaft beginning to stiffen, down where her legs wrap around him, and her blush deepens as she realizes that her own little mound is squeezing in response to his girth, as if greeting it. She tries so hard, but can't even gather the strength to strike at him. And even if she could, what good would it do? No, she can't think like that...there's a way, there HAS to be. Her hands move down to his, and she tries to push them off her breasts, really she does...but as he squeezes her again, all she can do is moan and arch her back, her hands atop his as though trying to hold them there. Despite her words, it's pretty clear this fight IS over. Even now, heat rises inside as if threatening to melt her body from within, and while the aphrodesiac was certainly a part of that, his fingers tracing over her body weren't helping in the least. It's obvious he has plenty of experience to draw upon, whereas she is a novice in matters of sexuality, having only been exposed once...and not counting that time as a good memory, any more than she will this one, she's certain.

“Attack?” He chuckled as his earlier wish is fulfilled with her legs wrapping about him. “I thought it would have been obvious that I didn't take this matter seriously.” Of course he had a mountain of experience on her and as delighted fingers press against those firm peeks he leans down to her his tongue tucking behind her ear.

“You still would have lost had you been capable of hurting me but you do have a few nice tricks,” he began to nibble on her earlobe her body responding wonderfully to him thus far though he is in no hurry to take her. He knew he had won and he was going to enjoy this, further, she was going to enjoy this too, at least as much as any encounter could be enjoyed her.

Eventually though his tongue traces along her neck slowly coating it in a thin layer of saliva and though he could keep drugging her he only did so now to entice her and keep her at her current levels just far enough gone but aware enough to be coherent in what was happening.

He would show her just how useless it was to fight him. Either she would realize she couldn't win or would seek the pleasure that he could bring with that heated touch.

Working his hands from out beneath her own he pulls the front of her swim suit from her chest and cuts it open with a claw at the front.

Gripping it he tares the one piece open now making direct contact with her flesh, thumb and index finger seize about the hardened pebbles of her nipples rolling them back and forth, his hips shuffling above her own so she could feel that stiffness that he was going to slid inside her though just not yet.

“Why fight it, Lacey? Just tell me what you need, what you know you want.”

"Mmmh...You...c-cheated." She feels a moment of irritation and disgust for herself. Cheated? That's the best she can come up with? She sounds like she's pouting...her thoughts are interrupted as Gersham's fingers ply her breasts again, squeezing them and making her arch to his touch once more. Her green eyes fall half-closed at the touch of his tongue behind her ear, her body's mutiny against her mind continuing as she leans her head to the side, giving him all the access he could possibly want to the smooth, creamy skin of her neck. She shivers in delight as those sharp teeth toy so gently with her earlobe, nibbling delicately against it, though she's loath to admit how nice it feels. Despite whatever her mind thinks it wants though, her body has different ideas; her fingers squeeze his against her breasts as his tongue traces down the strong and slim arch of her neck, leaving a trail of his saliva cooling on her skin. Her lips part and her chest begins to rise and fall more rapidly with her breathing as Gersham teases her expertly.

She murmurs soft complaint as he removes his hands from her chest, pulling at the fabric of her bathing suit...and slashing it open as though it were no more than paper before a razor. Her breasts bounce free of their confinement, perky and suiting her size and her athletic frame, their rosy peaks standing proudly and demanding his attention. "Ahhhnn!" Once more, her body moves to meet his touch eagerly as his digits sieze her nipples, tugging on them and rolling them as he pleases. Her fingers curl in the grass and her eyes squeeze tightly shut as he toys with her body, increasing the heat within her making her whimper. Her hips respond to his motion by grinding down against his stiffening member, as though inviting it to come out and play. Even through her bathing suit, she can feel the warmth of him, and it makes her sex twitch hungrily, moistening for him to take her whenever he pleases. Her eyes half-open again and find his own three-eyed gaze. "Please don't..." She whispers softly, the conflict between wanting to give in and wanting to deny him clear in her green eyes, though her body paints a picture of willing submission already: her red hair fanning out on the grass beneath her as she lays before him, a splash of red amidst all the green; her legs locked around his hips, her own hips grinding against him; the way her back arches, offering her breasts up to him, her head tilted to expose her neck to his kisses and licks; even how her soft lips are parted, gasping for breath. "Please...?"

“Cheated? On the battlefield the only thing that matters is victory and not how it is attained. Excuses are made for those that fail,” he announce though neither of them are very interested at this stage. He touch her delicate body, flesh upon flesh as he touches those perky tits beneath his hands, her sharp nipples rough against the palms of his hands he could feel the reactions in her body as she surrendered to the aphrodisiac, her head turning to allow him greater access to her neck which he eagerly takes as it is offered.

Naturally his slow movements do not allow her to forget that hardness grinding against her as his lips descend over a breast, his lips suckling against it as his tongue sweeps over that nipple. He plays with it doing the same as he had upon her earlobe gently nibbling against it. He tugged against it as he gently pulled against her.

A hand reaches up to her chin aligning her gaze with his own. A grin sweeps over his features as he has her helpless now the last remnants of her will fading. “I will take you only when you ask ...” not if but when and for good measure he adds just a hint of more of that aphrodisiac, enough so his lips pressing to her own wouldn't seem like a bad idea. Occasionally his hips grind up against her own or he slides against her as if bringing himself in a downward thrust but merely slides against her.

“Only when you ask,” he repeats taking her lips again though this time his tongue seeks out the sanctity of her mouth, seeking to coax it open so that his tongue could slide against her own.

No... She hadn't failed...she hadn't. The fight isn't over yet, it can't be. There's no way...Lacey's body responds to Gersham's touch as though he were an old lover, well versed in how to ply her frame. His palms on her breasts, his lips and teeth at her neck are heaven, and she's powerless to resist; she offers and he takes, as though this is how it should be. As though this is how it's always been. She submits to his touch almost eagerly, unable or unwilling to control her own rebellious body as it presses itself to him.

No. She doesn't belong to him...she doesn't want to, that's impossible. There's no way...Lacey's hips roll in response to Gersham's thickness, hard and throbbing against her through her tattered swimsuit, pushing sweetly against her as he moves to claim the bounty of her slender frame with his hands, his lips. His fingers tugging against her stiff peak draws a gasp from her lips, not one of panic or surprise, but one that's soft and pleased, as any lover's would be when teased just so by the one important to them. Her body molds to his as he pulls her against him, and she couldn't be more pleased at the way they feel together.

No! She doesn't want this! She will NOT ask for this, she won't beg! She can't! There's no way!...Gersham's fingers touch Lacey's chin, turning her face to his, and she acquiesces happily, gazing into those three intense, gorgeous eyes, set in a lovely face. The aphrodisiac effect of his touch makes her lips part for him, and she responds joyously to his kiss, his mouth taking her soft lips, his tongue sliding against hers and hers rolling with his in kind as she breathes him in and offers her breath to him in turn. She whimpers needfully into their kiss as he grinds his hips against hers, her sex aching for his pulsing inches as he teases her with them. Her arms go around his neck, holding to him as their kiss deepens, his tongue raiding her mouth and taking her breath, making her hunger for more. Her sigh is a sound of both pleasure and resignation as he moves away from her mouth to gaze into her eyes once more; pleasure at such a sweet, thorough kiss and resignation at the fact that it had ended. If she'd had her way, it would have gone on forever...

NO! SHE WON'T! She's NOT his toy, and never WILL be! She'll NEVER ask! THERE'S NO WAY! Lacey's heart beats ever faster as Gersham repeats the conditions for him to take her body, to fulfill her need and give her what she wants. And want it she does. As he leans in for another kiss, another sweet embrace, her eyes fall closed and she holds to him for dear life, her legs tightening around his hips, her arms refusing to let go as though she's afraid she'll drown in her desire without him to hold her afloat. Her tongue moves more confidently against his; she's always been a quick learner, and kissing is no different than anything else she's learned. Just more physical than some...more enjoyable than some. Her lips suck on his, tasting him again and finding bliss in the taste, her heat almost unbearable. She's wriggling beneath him, grinding constantly now, positively soaked and starving for everything he has to offer. She's never wanted anything so much in her life, of that she is certain. As he pulls back from her again, the fiery redhead opens her green eyes, locking them firmly onto his, her exposed breasts rising and falling enticingly before him with each of her rapid breaths. Her lips are moist from their kiss, and there's light sheen of sweat on her body from their now-forgotten fight, making her gleam in the morning sun. She whimpers after a particularly delicious throb from his shaft, her tight mound answering with a hard squeeze beneath her swimsuit, wishing he were there inside her already rather than teasing her. Finding her breath, she asks the question that seals her fate; "Take me? Please...?" There's no shame or modesty in her asking, there's only want. Only need, hot and demanding inside her.

...no...her fate isn't sealed because of the question. It isn't sealed because she's lost the fight, or even because she decided to fight in the first place. It was a foregone conclusion back when Gersham looked like a student named Sondra and Lacey was naive enough to follow along when he asked. There isn't any escape...there never was. And she's not even certain she wants to. Not certain she ever did.

He tongue leaves a tingling sensation against his own and there is no question shat she tastes as sweet as wine. Knowing that defeat was inevitable at this point he could afford to be patient. She was not trying to fight him after all and had been fighting her own last resistances as the drug melted them aside.

Like wine she tastes better with age, her kiss improving though he had realized with that initial kiss that this was something she had not done often. It would not have surprised him if she had made out with a boy or two, she was attractive and without a doubt there would have been those that wished to get into her pants.

Such a lovely sight beneath him, he marveled in that feel of warm soft skin against him and ripped open his shirt to invoke more flesh to flesh contact.

And when she asks at last he does not gloat, not at all for there was no shame in losing. She could not hope to win after all. “I shall do just that, Lacey.”

Tiny claws bunch up that swim suit as he slices it to ribbons to get at her easier. Lifting up his hips a little he unfastens his belt but instead of plunging straight into her he enjoys the fruits of his labor a bit more as he rubs against her clit.

It is unnecessary for him to get her ready any further but he teased her just a bit more. Her body instinctively calls to him and not since Iria in the Arena was he as turned on as he was now. The head of his shaft, warm and throbbing sets upon the moist gates though even now he does not fill that trembling pussy letting anticipation build a little more.

Finally, a question. He had learned that she had a dream or two but had there been anything else? It had not really mattered, he was going to plunder those depths though the answer would serve as a guide.

“Your mind has been messed with, what of your body?”

Her fingers move of their own accord when he rips off his shirt, coming down from behind his neck and tracing gently over his body, touching and tracing the musculature of his tummy, chest and shoulder, exploring him. It's little wonder she's fascinated; even with her previous encounter, this is the first time she's every actually seen anyone naked in the flesh while doing this. So her touch, soft and curious, wanders its way over his body til he leans down to her again, stealing her lips...though is it really stealing when they're given so freely? Lacey's arms go round his neck once more and her slim, toned frame with its soft skin arches to his larger self. She murmurs a soft and wordless sound of pleasure into their kiss, happy with the feel of him against her as his tongue teaches hers how to move.

"Need it...need you..." Lacey's body is warm inside and out despite the cool morning air. "Mmmmh..." She makes a sound of disappointment as he pulls back from her, watching him as he bunches her swimsuit and cooing in soft delight as he shreds it from her body with those claws of his, simply tearing the majority of the garment to pieces as though it were wet paper rather than an article of clothing. Her perky breasts and taut tummy lay proudly on display before him, ready whenever he is for however he might wish to partake. He can see the muscles of her hips and stomach work now as she grinds herself against him, her little pink flower kissing at him through his own clothing, urging him to come out and play with her.

Even wanting him as badly as she does, her green eyes go wide with shock and a little worry as she sees the massive tool he unlimbers for her. "It's huge..." She whispers, not entirely certain that her body could fit that whole thing. "Hahhhh!" Second thoughts flee her mind as Gersham sets that huge member against her moist sex and pushes up against her slit, sliding along her lips, between them, and up to her clit, stroking himself against her sensitive nub and making her hips and back arch to meet him as he teases her further. She can feel his every throb, his every pulse, and the burning heat of him against her nethers. Her lower lips kiss and caress his shaft as he teases her, the entrance to her honeypot gripping at the underside of him as he teases her with his manhood. Possible or not, she wants him inside her, wants so very badly to be filled.

Her breath catches as he asks what's been done to her body, stating he knows something's played in her mind. The memories make her shudder and almost bring her to tears even through the haze of arrousal that surrounds her mind and clings to her body. She shakes her head. "My...he took my mind..." She takes a shuddery breath. "...my body is untouched. I still have my maidenhood, but..." She shakes her head again, looking up at Gersham, into those three dark eyes, hers bright with unfallen tears and she smiles sadly. "As above, so below...please...make me whole again..."