Her body the perfect tease as she innately calls to him, yearns for that feel of their hips being connect though it has not been long a week is long enough where he would have fathomed that all manners of guests would have already welcomed her to this place.

It is a sheer delight for it was not often that he had been with a virgin not often indeed though he had fathomed that she was not going to have supplied him with such an answer, that something had molested her while she had slept though he is pleased with what he discovers.

“A virgin ...” well virginity was a state of mind as much as it was her body and while he did not have it completely he had it in part. He grinned down at her as she explained and though it had been entirely unnecessary he offers his lips up as a reward.

This time, however, he floods her with that aphrodisiacs until her mind is so harped up on the drug that she would be unaware of anything but bliss. His hips shoot forward with one rapid descent as he takes her in one full thrust.

“UNG!” So tight is she that he fires straight away, that single thrust that joins their hips together as he throbs within her, a strong pulsing sensation as he holds himself their cumming with each beat of his heart.

He holds himself deeply and firmly lodged inside her, her hymen broken he waits for his own body to recover as much as her own waiting until that surge of aphrodisiac melts back down to prior levels until she is coherent once more.

Using the surge of aphrodisiac as one might use a painkiller he gazes down at her, watching until he sees that coherency return to her eyes.

“How does that feel?” He waits there until she seems ready drawing slowly out, escaping her then pressing back inside her just as slow, falling into her deeply until he could descent no more. For a few seconds he holds himself there then slips back out just as slow only to repeat the process, once, twice, thrice, then a quick plunge as he seeks out her erogenous zone in that thrust going back to that slow pace, the occasional twist of his hips as he fills her.

“Mm, so good.”

Something about the sheer hunger in his voice when her murmurs his pleasure as to her virgin body makes her her face feel even warmer than before. She finds herself staring lost into those eyes as his face comes close enough to hers that she can taste his breath, and her sex gives a yearning squeeze against the tip of his shaft as she leans up to claim her reward, pressing her mouth to his. "Mmmmmm..." A little purr of approval escapes her lips into his as she takes his tongue into her mouth once more, sucking gently on the muscle. Her body arches up against him eagerly as though trying to become one with him. The aphrodisiac flowing through their kiss burns hot inside her and causes her no end of sweet torment as he continues to tease her waiting flower with the shaft it desires.

"MMMGAHNNNH! Ah...ahhhh..." Her eyes fly wide open as Gersham buries himself inside her, all in one swift thrust. She can feel him shooting inside her, thick jets of his seed pumping into her body, deep into her tunnel, splashing their way into her womb. It feels warm and her pussy immediately begins to milk him for every drop she can get. There's pain as he deflowers her; one of the laws of life seems to be that there's no such thing as gaining experience or knowledge without a little pain. But it's a small thing despite the size of the shaft buried inside her, his aphrodisiac doing its job well and drowning her discomfort in pleasure. Her hips buck against his, the motion instinctive and uncoordinated since she's only done this in her dreams up to now. She manages to pick up a rhythm quickly enough, finding an angle that feels particularly sweet within her, and pressing her hips down against him, abusing that spot within herself relentlessly. Her arms leave his neck and go to the grass above her head, fingers clawing at the dirt as she pants and gasps her way towards the fulfillment she desires so desperately.

Even as he stops to recover and allow her a chance to do the same, Lacey's body continues to move against him, uninterested in resting; she's far too gone to slow down now. She wants him. She wants him deep inside her, to take her and make her cum, to fill her with his hot essence again and again. Her cunny grips at him as she rolls against him, pushing him as deep inside her as she can from her position and despite his monstrous size. The shaft that had frightened her just a moment ago was now her whole world, the source of her pleasure, filling her so deliciously. She notices him gazing at her, judging something, though she has no clue what. "Please...please don't stop..."

He starts to move within her, and it's all she can do to keep breathing as he draws himself slowly out then pushes himself back in just as slowly, such sweet torment...she locks her ankles behind him as he moves, taking her deep and slow a couple more strokes...then suddenly driving in fast and hard, hitting that spot inside her so perfectly she loses her breath, her body giving a little spasm around him, legs clenching tighter still, fingers tearing grass out by the roots. "It's good...it's so good...!" She pants out her answer heatedly, rolling her hips and making a small frustrated noise as he returns to his slow rhythm. "Pleeeaasse....Gersham, please...please fuck me...!" She begs him for it, wondering idly why she hadn't wanted this before, how it could possibly have been bad. She whimpers ecstatically when he gives his hips a twist every so often, making his thick shaft press hard against her walls. "Mooooreee..." It's all she can do to keep from sobbing with need.

Her movements don't let up, those tight walls an utter delight with each movement she makes regardless of how subtle. She urges him to continue and her constant movements entice him to comply with that steady pace he establishes as she continues to suck him dry with the press of untried muscles working for the first time.

As an Incubus his stamina is legendary, his recovery superb though it was really saying something for such an eruption at that single thrust.

The perfect sight laid before him and she had been amusing enough in fighting this, now surrendering to each thrust that spread her about that warmth as he invaded those sacred depths. He had been going to humiliate her giving her earlier discovery but Gersham had eased up on that thought seeing what she was protecting, had she not been a virgin and defied him chances were that his mind set would not have been so relaxed.

A fighter … she needed much work but so did Esper when he first got a hold of her she were a mere child that he had done nothing with but as she aged he taught her home to fight, how to use Shadow magic …

Perhaps … he would not get to thinking too far ahead after all and focused on the now, his face twisting into a grin with each gasp. Drawing back his hips he slips out of her so that only the very tip of him remains embedded in her.

He makes her need, makes her feel that absence and though the circle of her legs keep him caged there he seems to wait. “More?” He repeats as he casts his gaze down at her lovely features before falling straight down as if he were the blade of a Guillotine pressing against that glorious spot though what followed were more and more rapid strikes with pinpoint precision to that very spot as he turned up the intensity so too did he turn on those secretions that escaped directly from his shaft filling her flower at the same time, a common Incubus trick that he knew would drive her wild.

“Is this what you wanted? Is this what you had fought against in the first place? Doesn't surrender feel so much better knowing that you cannot escape your fate but must embrace it.”

"Please..." She repeats herself in a soft whisper, unable to find breath for anything louder, heart trip-hammering in her chest as she begs for attention both with voice and body. She almost cries at the emptiness within her as Gersham withdraws that wonderful thickness from her wet embrace, leaving her squeezing and aching for him. He pulls back, and she tries to slide herself back on. She can see him watching her, can FEEL him watching her as she tries to take him back inside. Her body trembles with need and want as she arches her lower back and hips for him in answer to his question. "Please yes! More...I want it so badly...I need it! I want y--GH!"

Her cries of passion and need are silenced, the air catching in her chest as he suddenly plunges back inside her. For a long moment as he begins to thrust into her, she can do nothing but arch hard towards him, tremors racing through her, mouth open but silent as she tries her best to scream her pleasure with her breath caught in her chest. "NnnnnMMMMAHHHHH! Yeeeeeeeessss! Fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckmefuckme!" She wails as she manages to reclaim control of her lungs, her fingers clawing the grass to her sides, her insides clenching with a deathgrip around his shaft as he drives it into her again and again. Picking up speed like a steam engine and always striking that spot within her with increasing force, Lacey can feel her body shaking hard, her breasts bouncing as he drives his length into her welcoming embrace, her well-trained muscles tight and trembling beneath soft and creamy skin, her green eyes locked on the incubus as he takes her for himself, as confident in his taking as though she'd always been his and he'd done this with her a thousand times before.

Faster and harder all the time, pounding relentlessly into her until-recently virginal body, he takes her towards the edge she desires. She can feel the heat rising inside her with every thrust so very fast. Every push of his hips seems to send shockwaves of need surging into her, though she has no clue that he's pumping more of those desire-enhancing secretions of his into her with each thrust. All she knows is that it feels good, that HE feels good taking her the way he does, that her body has never felt so good in her life as it does now, that she's about to cu--

Lacey's world goes white, unable to see or hear anything at all. All she knows is that her body is so tightly arched right now there's a small concern in the back of her mind she might break. She can feel Gersham sliding into her body, can feel herself trembling and spasming around him, clamping down on his shaft as hard as she can, her legs locked around his body for dear life as he pounds into her...gradually she begins to register the things she sees and hears again, touch no longer the only input left to her. The blue morning sky is made more beautiful by the three-eyed gaze she sees staring down at her, grinning as he pushes her up to her peak with ease, bringing her off with a vengeance. She can hear someone screaming with what sounds like orgasmic bliss, wondering who else is out there besides her and Gersham...and realizing eventually that the voice crying out in delight is her own. "GOD YES! Please don't stop, please don't, please please please...! It feels so good! Give me more, please give me more!"

No one lasted against the drug. She was becoming more and more needy beneath him and it was a struggle not to gloat. He was enjoying himself thoroughly though. Her body doing all it could to call him back though he teased her a little knowing she would enjoy it more than instant gratification. He enjoyed it of course, her surrender was sweet and all his to bask in though he had captured her by surprise when she wanted more and he gave her just that slapping his hips down against hers with greater enthusiasm.

Gersham went to work at her needing no more encouragement then that incredible feel that greeted him with each joining of their hips. He is both confident and skilled as he chisels away at her, groans joining those cries silenced only on those occasions when her lips were taken by him every so often letting her breath in ragged gasps.

Clawed fingers scrapped against the underside of a bouncing breast as if threatening to cut her though he never did seizing her nipple with thumb and forefinger he twisted in softly and even tugged on it a little.

She was tight, incredibly so and he was amazing that he was on the verge of cumming within her yet again. Of course with such a quick recovery rate that did not matter so much.

The tightness that clamps over him causes him to grunt once more as he shoots inside her but keeps at it as she begs for more, the flow of that aphrodisiac slowing. It was unusual for him to cum so often though but he dismissed that as he laid atop her, his hips slowing down just a little then halted, halted deep inside her and allowing her to feel the occasion grind of his hips against her own.

“Still wish to drown me,” he grins and looks to the river before gazing back at her, a hand tracing along her thigh before two huge black wings sprout from his back, his hands scooping her up, pressing her close to his chest as his mouth begins suckling on her neck.

He flies with her, his hands pulling her up rather than pounding into her as he takes her just as deeply though slowly.

When he lands he lays her down on the sands of a beach, his wings vanishing as he suppresses the magic that generated them. Braking the circle of her legs he draws her up into his lap as he mouths a breast, his member brushing against her slit before positioning itself against her and making an upward thrust into her core.

“I will have to see you again. You are pleasing enough,” he then returns to the heat of her breast as he suckles on it and grants her another upward thrust just as slow.

The twitching of his shaft inside her, the quickening of his breath within her mouth, the way his hands grip at her body...Lacey feels him ready to explode again inside her, answering her calls of lust and need with his own. She returns his kisses with equal passion, her breaths and moans supplementing his grunts as her lips suck gently at his, their tongues swirling in an erotic dance even as his hips press against her, slapping wetly at their joining. She feels the throbbing of his member increase inside her, and her body responds eagerly, her newly-defiled sex clutching at the object of her desire, squeezing wantonly at him, coaxing him towards his release within her. She's as eager to receive as he is to give, and her body does a better job of begging and demanding of him than her words ever could. "Mmmmmhmm..." She coos softly, happily into the kiss as she feels him give a mighty pulse within her, his shaft finally giving vent to his pent up essence, gushing his hot seed into her tight embrace. Even as he pistons in and out of her, jets of his cream coat her walls as though he's marking her as his own, and she milks him for every drop he's willing to give.

She gives a soft murmur of complaint as his hips slow then stop with his shaft still buried deep inside her, but she too slows with him. Whatever otherworldly powers and abilities HE might have, Lacey is still just a flesh-and-blood girl...one inexperienced in sexual matters, and one who feels like she's just run a marathon at full sprint. "It could...still happen...." She manages to retort through her ragged breathing, her mind clearing ever so slowly as the flow of that aphrodisiac effect of his tapers off somewhat. Still, her desire burns bright enough to threaten her ability to think coherently. She whimpers at the feel of his hand on her thigh. His arms go around her, pulling her soft and quivering self against his hard body, and she leans her neck to the side, exposing more of the tender flesh to his lips and ever-so-gently grazing teeth. She rolls her hips against him steadily, matching his rhythm as he continues to push into her. So lost is she as she tries to rally her thoughts through that haze of confusion and wanton abandon that she fails to realize they've been flying until they land, soft sand at her back. A beach. She worries for a delusional moment about her lack of a bathing suit...before remembering the fate of her last one just a little earlier this very morning.

She murmurs softly as he pulls out of her, unlocking her legs from around his waist, and lifts her easily onto his lap, her knees straddling his, quivering a little as his thickness strokes against her freshly-abused sex. "Hahhhh! Mmmmmhhh..." She gives a soft cry and a moan as he thrusts his way deep inside her once more, all in one go. She can feel him pulsing within her, as though his cock is happy to be housed inside her body again. She begins to move herself almost automatically, exploring the possibilities of this new position she finds herself in. "Vous bête sauvage..." She murmurs, responding to his plans to pay call to her in the future. "Mmmhn!" Her back arches, offering her breasts to his questing lips despite her flippant remark, and her arms go around his head, pulling him towards her sensitive peaks as she learns how to ride him.

The feel of her about him is sheer heaven as he explodes inside that chalice, he throbbing within her as her body squeezes every once of that sticky seed from him until his tight balls can produce no more of that delicious seed that stains her.

Today she is his, though he expects that there would be no argument there and while tomorrow would be another day on this island but he was destined to return in the future for she held a bit of promise and entertainment at that. Her lips met his own as their tongues dance together in that moment. She tastes good against his lips, moist lips from her recent swim press against his own as their bodies press together.

Just a little more drug … she was able to fight back just a little there and he rubs the side of her face.
“I suppose it could, not that it matters. Though wouldn't it be better to fill your time with other matters my dear?” His lips set upon her neck as he suckles it strong enough to leave a hickey there, a reminder that this had actually happened when she looked back upon this later though he had changed their location, magical wings carrying them to that deserted beach. Most of the girls were still sleeping though a few were stirring and getting ready for morning classes.

She was mortal and slowed, though he did not quite mind in giving her a bit of a brake if she needed it. At the same time it was so tempting to exhaust her utterly so he would play it by ear …

Savage? Most people may have been able to dope out what was said though not Gersham, not completely any way save for the one word. He was generated from a thought and originated in a fictional realm with the French language.

“Savage? Oh, I could be far worse my dear,” and he reminded her of his claws as they skimmed over a breast. But he had not drawn any blood or broke the skin, he was use to hearing worse after all and all in all he was in a good mood so he gave her a bit of a pass seeing that he had taken her virginity, even if the mental aspect of it had been torn away already.

He did not plunge up into her other than that initial thrust allowing her to figure out how to move against him. He held her hips and sucked on the offered breasts. “I could always stop if you would like.” A surge of aphrodisiac as if that wouldn't be the best of ideas.

"Wild, not savage," She murmurs softly, though in essence they're one and the same. Still, it's the principle of the matter... "Hnnnnh!" Despite the threat implied by his claws, she arches her back to his touch again, unafraid of him. This is no mere bravado; she's always thought of pain as little more than a physical learning experience of one type or another, and even in her first encounter with the inhuman element of this island, Lacey learned that pain is little more than a spice as far as pleasure goes. And with her mind as wrapped up in pleasure as it is, pain is no damper to her spirits. While she may not be willing to partake of the lessons at first, she's a good student who learns quickly and always finds a way to apply what she learns; if he wants to break her will completely, he'll have to find something other than pain to accomplish that. "C...called you...hnnnn!...a wild...beast..." She pants softly, shivering sweetly against him as his lips find her breasts again. She gives a little hiss of pleasure as he suckles gently, and a disapproving growl as he speaks of stopping, though she doesn't dignify the statement with a verbal response. If he were going to quit that easily, he wouldn't have attacked her in the first place.

She shudders again, losing her rhythm as his lips work their magic on her body, that drug spreading into her through their contact, his hands warm and strong on her hips. She twitches a little, tries and fails to recapture her rhythm atop him, and makes a frustrated sound. Her hands go to his face, gently cupping his cheeks, and she pulls her breast from his lips, replacing it with her own mouth, which works with soft and gentle motions against his. She gives it a second or two, then pushes suddenly forward, managing to overbalance them in this position so that now he lays on his back and she atop him. She breaks the kiss, gasping for air, a high flush on her cheeks and her green eyes positively glowing with desire now. "Stoppit. H...hard to think...when you...do that..." She pants before pushing her way back up so she's straddling his hips with his rod still firmly buried within her. One hand on his muscled stomach, the other behind her for balance, she begins to rock her hips, rolling them back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm. "Hh-nnnngh....Ger...sham...!" Something about saying his name while she rolls her hips for him feels good to her. She tightens down on his girthy inches with a whimper as she rides him.

“Wild beast ...” he mulled that over for a moment. She had not seemed to be afraid of those claws though currently the aphrodisiac gives him what he wants and so there is no reason to inflict pain upon her just yet.

She does not dignify a response when he mentions stopping, her body continuing to dance for him so deliciously and she is correct in assuming that he was done with her so soon. Still, he considers braking her mind as he did with Iria, frequent encounters and exposure to that drug had gotten her to crave that touch and no doubt over her four years here he would see to her time and time again.

After all, he still did not know what happened to his Kingdom or Esper, though in time he would form a new Kingdom and perhaps train up a new Esper. Still, she was human and he would only serve to entertain himself a little if he ever had the time as it was more worthwhile to train up another non human.

She takes his face, need obviously their as her lips press to his own. He groans, delighting in that initiative though soon he is unbalanced. Gazing up at her he tosses the rare upward thrust at her to heighten the sensation though he lets her do most of the work groaning out beneath her. Really, what did she have a need to think about other than how great his dick felt inside her passage.

He merely grinned as she rode him, his hands upon her hips delighting in hearing her name tumble from her lips as he feels her tighten about him like a vice. He would have came once more had he not already.

A hand brushing up over a cheek. “It is time for a brake, you look as if you need one.” He said to her, though that did not mean they were stopping, he was interested in seeing what she could do with her mouth while she got some stamina back.

Just as she starts to get her rhythm perfected and increase her speed, he tells her to take five. She frowns discontentedly at him. "Do not..." She murmurs softly in reply to his comment about her need for a rest. That's just pride in her physical condition speaking though; she's well aware that she needs to rest eventually. And she doubts Gersham is usually the type to offer periods of rest when he's in the mood. "Mmmmmhnnnn..." She whimpers as she pulls herself off of nearly a foot of cock, throbbing and soaked with a mixture of her love nectar and his seed, gleaming in the morning sun....she feels her needy cunt give a twinge at the sight before her. "Pretty..." She coos softly, settling herself down on his thigh as she watches the spectacle before her. He really was a gorgeous specimen of the male body...and more than just his shaft. Even she could see that, though she'd never really had an eye for such things. She knows it has to do with the way he hunts for girls, but it's hard not to admit that he's pretty. And it's not entirely unattractive, having someone so in control working with her body the way he is...

She bites her bottom lip in thought, a slow smile spreading across her face. In control hm...? An idea forms about how interesting it might be if he loses control. What would happen, she wonders? She looks at his shaft, still bobbing proudly in the air at full mast and gleaming sweetly from their recent couplings...it's a little scary given how big he is and the fact that she's never done anything even remotely LIKE this before, but if she goes slow and gets a feel for it, maybe she can....

She slides herself back a ways before laying herself down on his leg, partly to let him feel her soft frame against him, mostly to keep the sand away from her nude body- she's heard stories about how badly that can turn out- and comes face to face with the monstrous girth that had until recently been housed inside her. She feels her cunny clench at the thought, dripping with the mixture of his cream and her juice, complaining about this change of events. She ignores them as she studies the magnificent thing before her, a hand reaching out tentatively to touch it. It's hot to her touch and seems to bob a little more heavily as she strokes a finger against the underside. Licking her finger clean, lost in thought as she considers how to approach this. Her hand wraps around the base of his shaft and she leans in, her breath falling warmly on the manhood in her grasp. Tentatively at first, her tongue touches to the underside of his shaft; he tastes like their sex. Salty and tangy and sweet and musky, his flavor and hers rolled into one. It's strong but definitely not unpleasant...moving with a little more confidence in her purpose, she drags her pink tongue up his shaft slowly, relying on rumor and instinct to figure this out. Her tongue swirls around the head of his shaft, stroking over his tip, before bathing its way back down one side to his base.

Lacey repeats this process several more times, thoroughly bathing Gersham's manhood with her tongue, licking up the evidence of their sex together and making sure to swallow; she'd heard somewhere that boys like it when you swallow. Her eyes half-closed as she concentrates on her next move. She drags her tongue once more to his thick shaft head, letting the pink muscle swirl and dance on him, flicking her tongue tip against his pink cumslit. She kisses the tip of his shaft softly, taking a deep breath before she bobs gently down, wrapping her lips around his cock, careful not to scrape with her teeth. Her tongue continues to move over the head as she begins to suck on him, gently at first and then with increasing pressure. Slowly she bobs her way further down, moving inch by inch until he's pressed back against her throat. She pulls away from there, not feeling like choking herself and not really prepared to take him that deep just yet. She contemplates the problem while she bobs her head up and down on what she's managed to fit into her mouth so far, stroking him with tongue and cheek, sucking him with her lips. If he bothers to look down at all, he'll see the first third or so of his shaft disappearing into the girl's soft, warm mouth, her mussed red hair falling across his lap in merry chaos as she works to learn how to bring him off with her tongue.

A magical half breed Gersham was half Incubus and half Unseelie or dark Faerie. Both species renown for their appeal and the end result had been Gersham who had been the best of both worlds. He possessed the innate magic of both and had learned his own specializing in Shadow magic and illusions.

Normally he had not given brakes though his normal method of doing things was victimizing a student until they passed out only to leave them to be discovered by another or to make their own way back. Ever now and then he did something odd such as with Juniper. He let her be the first time around only because he did not want sloppy seconds though he watched the show he did restore her clothes under the pretext that he was probably going to destroy them when they met again. He was true to his word and indeed they had met again.

What a fight she had placed up, her and that Eve girl though the end result was inevitable …

He sees where she is looking and there is no need to issue commands as he is fairly confident of the thoughts sweeping through her head. He does not suspect that they were about getting him to loose control though he watches her for the time being without issuing a command.

Naturally he had figured that if her body was pure then her mouth reasoned to be though their were several women he had known that kept their virginity too by blow jobs and anal sex. He grinned seeing the path her eyes take, an approving nod the only sign she would get from him. He was intending to try out her mouth any way …

Gersham leaves her alone for this not wishing to overwhelm her he would only step in if she was terrible at this, if she grazed him with teeth though instead of that he was letting out a deep groan as she tackled the task at hand.

Not bad, not bad at all for her first time as her tongue worked against him with a degree of finesse. He reaches down to stroke the side of her face as he pants out in pleasure. “Oh, yeah, Lacey. That's it ...” he cooed and smiled as she worked.

He fights the urge of lifting his hips into her mouth or ramming her down of his member letting her work in peace.

“UH! That feels great, Lacy.” He encourages her with the feel of her sucks and licks increasing against him. He indeed watches her at work and he cannot fault her technique. As it was she need not deep throat him, nor had he expected it. “Nice ...” He felt that pressure against him.

“Do not feel the need of taking more, you are doing well with doing such.” He tells her, besides the tip is what is most sensitive. He's throbbing within her mouth though he does not let go just yet though she can taste precum at the tip of his captured love pole.

“Keep it up and I'm going to cum again,” he warned whether for her to stop or carry on he did not say as his words had been punctured by a fierce groan.

The feisty redhead continues working his shaft with her mouth and tongue, taking him to the back of her throat and then backing away to suckle and lick him some more. She squeezes with her lips while she tastes him, slurping loudly over his manhood as she works to bring him off. She works with what seems single-minded purpose, as though all she wishes is to feel his seed in her mouth, though still she has her question in mind. To that end, she improves her technique as she goes. Granted almost everything she tries is based on things she's heard and read; she's never done this before, but being a naturally curious girl, she's read about how to do this plenty of time. Still it surprises her how nice it can feel, when she's the one doing this to someone else. The sounds he makes and the way she can feel him fighting the urge to drive deeper into her throat let her know that she's on the right track, and the way he looks at her makes her feel like the center of his world at the moment...odd that she should enjoy that, given that just earlier that morning, she'd wished he'd never crossed her path...

"Mmmmmm..." She blushes at his praise, purring soft approval that he can no doubt feel over the head of his thickness when he strokes her cheek with his hand. Deciding to try other methods she's researched, she pulls him out of her mouth, curling her tongue as far around the thickness of his shaft as she can, her head sideways in relation to the position of his shaft. From the head, she strokes her way down to his base, suckling the underside of his rod noisily as she goes, using her tongue to keep it pressed against her soft and warm lips. Her luminous green eyes watch him constantly as she does this, studying his face and the movements of his body as she tends to him, judging what she should try next. Pausing for a moment as his base, she switches her tongue to the other side of his shaft and begins working her way back up with those same motions, slow and sweet as though savoring his taste and feel...which isn't far from the truth. Even the scent of his manhood, thick and a little musky, is interesting to her. She can feel him pulsing more heavily as she strokes him with tongue and caresses him with lips that are as quick to learn as the rest of her body.

Pulling up to the head of his cock once more, she slides her tongue around it, once more providing a gentle bath to that sensitive pink tip, lapping up his salty pre and suckling for even more of it. His voice tight to her ears as he warns her of imminent orgasm, she smiles and pulls her lips off his thick shaft with a loud pop. She licks the taste of him off her lips with delight. "You promise...?" She asks in reply to his groan, then clenches her hand around the base of his shaft, having heard that this was one way to forestall a man's orgasm. Laughing softly, she trails soft and teasing kisses at long intervals over that glorious rod as it pulses in her grip, but she doesn't stroke or suck him, waiting for him to cool down instead, watching him all the while with those sparkling green eyes of hers. She wants his cream, very much interested to know what he tastes like...but she has a different agenda that she's even more interested in at the moment. Seeing what he tastes like can wait for now. Instead she merely watches him, kisses his manhood, lets her warm breaths fall teasingly over it, taking her cues from the twitches and pulses it makes as to whether she should back off or move in again.

Indeed it was a stark change and most of what she tries is met by his groans as he fights the urge to empty those balls yet again. Suffice it to say she was digging her own grave, the better she was the more likely he was to seek her in the future though that may have been her drug induced intention.

Wishing to prolong the pleasure he feels he strains to hold back, more precum leaking out over that expert tongue of hers. Her tongue incredible as she moved down then up his length and for a first time it is damn good … outstanding even as she teases him.

Not suspecting any ulterior motives on her part she manages this sweet torture even further though he groans, throbbing and twitching as more pre is generated at the tip and seen too by those gorgeous lips. She backed off rather then press forward and at first he thinks it's because that she does not wish to swallow his seed but that is not the case as she stops seeking to prolong that savory taste from filling her.

“Promise ...” he can't recall when the last time his dick had been sucked so well. He recovers, still throbbing Gersham gets it together quick enough though he doesn't care, he wants to cum again.

“Alright, now this time don't stop until I cum, my dear. Now, take your treat.”

She has to suppress a soft laugh as he apparently misses the whole point of the exercise; it's not gloating on her part, it's simply knowing that one way or another her payoff is coming and her experiment is working. Well...maybe she's gloating a LITTLE bit inside. His own fault though; first he makes her beg for it, then he lays back and gives her the opportunity for revenge? How can she resist? She keeps her face demure and coy though as she nods to his command, the perfect picture of a good little student following the professor's instructions. "As you say..." Anyone who understands fractious girls at all is usually alarmed at that pose of total submission, knowing that something more is going on. Apparently however just being an inhuman creature with centuries of sexual experience doesn't make it a simple matter to recognize a ploy when you see one...particularly when said ploy is pleasing your sensitive bits with her mouth. Or maybe he thinks she's still completely under the thrall of all that feel-good mojo he'd put into her and mindlessly seeking pleasure...either way, time for more fun!

Lacey's hand still holds his shaft, though she loosens her grip again. Her other hand goes to Gersham's stomach, feeling how taut his muscles are; they're positively straining with unreleased tension now. Good. She kisses the underside of his cock again, her lips soft and warm, and this time nips the underside ever so gently with her teeth just beneath the head, being very careful not to hurt him. She doubts it would have caused him much in the way of pain anyway, but she didn't want to irritate him...not that way, at least. She kisses that same spot, sucking and licking gently at it before moving once more to his tip. This time, rather than taking him fully into her mouth, she tries something else she's read about; sucking gently at his tip, letting her tongue sweep all the wonderful and salty pre that leaks from him, she strokes her hand gently up and down his shaft, jerking him in slow motion. No wonder people do this...the control is intoxicating, and its nice to hear someone groaning because of the things you do to them. She has to fight down the urge to push for his orgasm and drain his balls, stroking him off into her mouth; that's not the goal here, no matter how enticing it may be. Instead, she keeps her motions steady and measured, building up speed only gradually as she pays loving attention and lip-service to the thick head.

Purring happily she continues on, alternating between stroking him with her hand and taking her mouth down his rod as far as she can go without putting him in her throat, back and forth between the two motions. She lavishes him with attention, growing more confident in her technique by the second. Her tongue and hand motions become smoother, more fluid as she strokes him, her lips altering pressure more easily as she learns what to do and what not to. She continues further still until she can feel him pulsing again, getting close to that release that he's promised her...that she's been teasing him with...and then she squeezes her hand at his base once more, stopping her stroking and sucking motions this time under the guise of being excited and awaiting the thick jets of his seed. Appearing puzzled as she sits there with her mouth on his cock, she gives him a questioning swipe with her tongue, then sits still as though waiting again for the cream that doesn't flow. Faking a puzzled and frustrated moan, she pulls her mouth off him, keeping her hand firm on his base, and kisses her way down his rod...where she finds his balls twitching. Her free hand moves to them, hefting them, finding his sac surprisingly soft and its contents deliciously heavy. Carefully, maintaining a balance between appearing as though she wants him to get off and making sure he doesn't get there, she takes one of the heavy orbs into her mouth, warming it within as she bathes it with her tongue. Down here, the smell of his masculinity increases, and she again has to fight off the urge to devour his shaft and drink down his thick milk. All things in due time...

First one orb in her mouth, her tongue washing him, tasting him and enjoying him, then the other recieves the same treatment, gentle and maddeningly soft with every motion, not wanting him to pop. As she does this, she nuzzles his shaft with her cheek, letting him feel her smooth skin, looking up at his face once more and doing her best to keep a sultry expression on her face, as though the thing she wants most in this world is his cum splashing over her face and breasts, into her mouth and down her throat. Normally a reserved girl in sexual matters, she's beginning to learn that oral can be a great deal of fun...and normally a truthful girl, she's learning that subterfuge can be much the same. She continues to tease and string him along, carefully timing her movements and actions with the signals his body gives, giving the appearance of putting out effort while making her best effort to cool him down once more and keep him from cumming.

At first he had seen nothing amiss caught up in such fantastic bliss. Hands and tongue work against him as she tantalizes him further … but he was a hard Demon to fool, that magic of his third eye could see through visual lies as well as bodily ruses though he groans, his captured dick throbbing, his balls yearning for release but if she had planned on harming him he would have seen something amiss and now he sees something …

She was well aware of what she was doing! Even so it felt good as she teased him further and that was perhaps the only reason why it had continued not since he broke Iria had he had a blow job so attentive and focused on his pleasure rather just taking what he wished by driving himself down the throat of some hapless victim.

“Devil!” He hissed in pleasure, attempting to hold it together though he managed it for a bit longer as she teased him with a skill he would not have guess at she had achieved her goal. His hand yanked her by those red locks pulling her off his cock, his shaft quickly replacing it with that cock that wasted no time in pumping up in that full thrust.

His hand at the back of her head to keep her from withdrawing as his hips bucked up wildly showing just a small measure of restraint in that he never presses in beyond what she displayed that she could take, though the strong pulse in his cock foreshadowed that she was about to take him deeper as those hips only worked faster beneath her face, groaning all the while as he began thrusting himself down that throat as the final bit of restraint leaves him in that moment as a steady stream of groans leave his lips as his fingers seek to unwind her hand from his cock rewarding her with generous portions of his seed though he draws of before she chokes of that Demon spunk he feeds her.

“You did that on purpose,” though he is conflicted as to if he should feel anger at her “torture” of him or pleased from the pleasure she delivered him and decides on the later, it was simply too good to be caught up in the matter after all.

“How did it taste my dear?”