Lacey can't help a soft chuckle of delight as her little ruse is found out; it's ironic to hear the likes of HIM calling HER a devil. She continues to suckle at him, making sure to be as gentle as she can, refusing him that last release...right up until she feels his hand in her hair, pulling her face up from his sac. She gasps, partially in pain, mostly in excitement as he gives himself over to his lust much as she had earlier. He brings her head to his shaft, and she knows what's coming next. Taking a deep breath, her mouth eagerly accepts Gersham's cock into its warm embrace. Soft and delighted murmurs can be heard around him as he thrusts his hips enthusiastically, fucking her mouth single-mindedly to attain that release that's been pulled away from him so many times. She doesn't try to slow him at all, urging him on by suckling on his hard rod, stroking him with her tongue, lapping the pink muscle over him every chance she gets.

She feels his manhood give a mighty throb, and her own feminine flower clenches in response, still empty and jealous of her mouth as she sucks him further towards his goal. She's not entirely prepared for what comes next, however; lost in the moment as she contemplates what he'll taste like when he gives his load to her, she's caught unaware as his hips arch up off the sand, thrusting deep into her throat. Can't breathe...she forces herself not to panic, not to try breathing until he's out of her throat. She can't pull back, not with his hand on her head, holding her there; nothing to do but ride him out. She swallows, more an instinctive reaction than by design, causing her throat muscles to squeeze and contract around him, massaging him as he hilts himself in her mouth. He's twitching like crazy in her throat and it causes her to swallow against him again and again, gripping him tightly in his frenzy to get off.

After what seems an eternity in airless surrender, she hears groans and growls erupting from his chest...and soon after, feels the hot seed erupting from his member. All worry of air and constricted passageways flees from her mind as she sucks greedily on him, swallowing around him, milking him further. He pulls back into her mouth after dumping a generous amount directly down her throat, and she's allowed to taste him; his essence is thick and hot in her mouth, salty and a little sweet. Try though she might, she can't swallow all of what he gives to her down, not at the rate he's pumping it into her mouth. Some of his seed leaks from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin, though she manages to keep the majority moving steadily into her mouth and down her throat.

Her lips seal against his cock as he starts to pull out, not wanting to lose any more of his essence than she has to. As he pulls the head from her lips, she swallows what he's given her, opening her mouth to show him it's all gone. She pants out a breathless laugh as he accuses her of teasing him on purpose. "Mmm...maybe just a little..." She smiles and wraps her lips around the head of his shaft once more, giving him one last suck just to make sure he hasn't held anything back from her. Rather than answering his question with words, she gives him an even look, using a finger to scoop up the cream from her chin, licking what remains off of her lips, and then sucking her finger clean. The motion is part answer to his question, part challenge to let him know that she's plenty rested and more than ready for whatever else he might have in store.

Throbbing there, his shaft twitching before her lips as he groans. His trio of eyes focus on her then, her confession coming as no surprise to him though she had managed to surprise him for a bit something that is not often the case.

Perhaps it was because their was truth mixed with a falsehood, their had been no malice in her actions and even she must have been conflicted as to what she had wanted. Even at the end there she had suckled him to ensure that he had nothing left to give and even swallowed down most of the impressive load that he gave her, little dribbling onto the sands.

He approves of her action though, stroking the side of her face as she kneels before him, allowing her the time to catch her breath before he shifts her so that she is facing away from him on her hands and knees though once he parts her thighs, widening her stance a bit he casually waves his hand causing skeletal hands to burst from the sands latching onto her forearms and calves.

Usually it is only against skeletal hands against resistance targets though and he suckles his finger before tracing it down her spine as even more hands erupt from beneath her grasping her breasts and playing with that clit as that claw graces down her back straight to her hips and down between her ass cheeks.

It rolls over the hole of her back door as he takes himself in hand. Often he didn't play around here, once in the arena to torture that student a little but he was doing her a favor here. There were others that would seek to take her here and not all of them had an aphrodisiac too. He could get her use to this.

“Do you need more drug my dear?” Probably. She was showing signs of coming around a little with her deliberate torture of him. If she needed a bit more then a bit more was what she would get though he had to be thorough in his claim of her, pussy, mouth, ass, all his for the taking.

The warmth of his tip was guided to her, the wet member pressing against that tight entrance as his hands go to her ass cheeks and spread them wide. There is a great deal of resistance here though he pushes in, nice and slow letting her relax after getting a portion of himself inside her, allowing her to get use to the feel before he slaps her ass playfully.

“I am going to start moving now,” he warns as he then begins shuffling his length through her driving forward another few inches before pulling back only to rock inside her yet again.

A soft sound of pleasure slips from her lips, almost as warm and soft as her skin against his hand when he strokes her cheek. "I'm glad you enjoyed..." She murmurs softly, nuzzling her cheek against that hand with a little self-satisfied smile. Apparently he's had almost as fun with her little game as she has. He doesn't seem to be angry about it, which is good. Making him angry isn't what interests her at the moment. It doesn't take long for her to reclaim her breath, and she looks questioningly at him as he turns her away from him, wondering what he's planning next. She winds up on her hands and knees, painting an interesting picture for him in this position; the soft and creamy skin of her body colored by the red splash of her hair spilling down over it, the muscles of her shoulders flowing down the gentle arch of her slender back, which flares out at the hips, giving rise to the curvature of her tight little ass and her taught thighs and calves...she wiggles a little with a mischievious smile, fairly certain she knows what's coming next.

A cry of surprise escapes her however as skeletal hands burst up from the ground beneath her, grasping her forearms and her calves, holding her down and keeping her from struggling. More of them burst upward from their sandy prison and begin to caress the curves of her modest breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples, rolling them and tugging at the little buds. "Mmmmhnnn!" Her hips buck a little as another of the invading hands finds her slit and begins to tease there as well, caressing her little clitty and sending jolts of ecstasy through her body. "Y...you can even...do something like this...?" She asks, bound in place by the hands and unable to move. "You...really didn't take me seriously in our fight...did you...?" A little sting of disappointment comes with this realization. She knows her attacks had met with little success, their impacts muted as they were, but still...this is something important to her. Her disappointment is quickly pushed aside by the continued caresses of the hands on her body, their fingers driving her wild...and the addition of one more finger on her body as well. Gersham trails one of his own digits, suspiciously moist, down her back, following the curve of her spine, the arch of her hips...her upper body sinks gently to the sands, pressing her breasts against the hands that ply them. Her backside stays nice and high in the air for him, however as she entices him towards her sex, certain that he plans to take fill her cunny from behind this time. Apparently he has different ideas about where he wants to go though.

She feels heat flare in her face, blushing ferociously as Gersham's finger travels between the curves of her ass and stops there against her hidden entrance. "Wai...what are you...?!" A little trill of panic fills her heart. He can't possibly mean to...? Apparently he does, his finger pushing and teasing against those muscles, wetting them down with his saliva. "Bu...but I thought...I thought you liked it! You came so much...I didn't think you were angry with me...!" She objects, thinking she's being punished for her little game earlier. The thought of having his thickness in there terrifies her. She's never even touched there while pleasing herself before...she's read about it of course, knows that some girls enjoy it very much...but she's never been brave enough to try putting anything in there. "Please...wait, I've....I've never had anyone...anything in...please, I've never even put my finger...not in there..." She has to fight to try and calm herself down, her apprehension rising by the second. The redhead doesn't appear to even hear his question to her, so focused is she on her worries. Pain doesn't scare her, not normally, but something about this is terrifying...She hadn't even thought of this as a possible response for her actions...she gives a little whimpering sound as she feels the wet tip of his shaft touch against her tight ring and start to push...

"Hnnnnnn....Auuuuh!" She cries out as his shaft pushes its way into her, bringing the head of his cock to rest inside her newly penetrated ass. Lacey's body clenches down hard on him, the muscles trying to push him out of her instinctively. It hurts...GOD does it hurt. When he'd taken her earlier, she'd felt the pain of her deflowering as something distant thanks to how high on his aphrodisiac effect she'd been. Now with a goodly amount of that drug having burned itself out of her system, however, she can feel the pain of this encounter just fine. While it does hurt, however....it's not quite the torment she'd been fearing it would be. The tight ring of muscle burns a little from being stretched out so suddenly and widely...but he's not moving any further into her. Gersham sits, waiting for her to adjust to him...is this not a punishment after all...? Between his patience and the hands that continue to stroke and massage her body, Lacey can feel herself calming a bit, her body relaxing and no longer trying to force him out of her.

More amazing still, after a few minutes she feels the tension in her body change completely; not only is it no longer pushing against him, but she can feel the muscles of her tight back tunnel squeezing at him in the other direction, as though trying to pull him into her. She wonders at this turn of events, giving an experimental squeeze against the thick head buried inside her; it doesn't hurt to do so. A sharp intake of breath and an instinctive arching of her back answers the stinging smack of his hand against her backside, the feeling fading into a sweet warm tingle. Between that, the skeleton hands on her body and the way his cock warms her within, this isn't feeling so bad anymore....as a matter of fact..."It's....it doesn't hurt...? It...kind of feels...nice..." She breathes the words out as though afraid that uttering them will make it start to hurt again. Biting her bottom lip gently, she nods in acknowledgment as he tells her he's about to start moving. "Hahhhh...Mmmnh!" She hold still, not yet completely rid of her fears, as he pushes himself into her, feeding her inch after inch of himself...but she can feel his warm hardness exploring her, and it's not entirely unpleasant. She gives another little squeeze, gasping at the feel of his shaft throbbing in reply. His pulsing warmth inside her back entrance...she can even feel his pressure against some of the same muscles that squeezed him when he'd buried himself in her sex earlier that very morning. "Hhhahhh...." Breathing a little more evenly now, her heart no longer racing with fear, Lacey grips him and starts to move her own hips, experimenting with this new sensation a little.

There was a soft chuckle from behind her with her realization of his power. It was a mere fraction of it that he used, the restraining hands and easy one of his, a favorite though today there was a small modification as those additional hands played with her body grasping her breasts, squeezing them and gently playing with her nipples, her clit, her sex as she was held there in place.

“Now you understand … you never could have won,” he announces though he doubts she would find that as a bad thing given her responses thus far. She was even beginning to take over, to take delight in certain matters though he had not fooled himself in thinking that this was the drive of the aphrodisiac or even Stockholm's syndrome, an attachment towards the one that took her virginity though this afforded him a foot in the door one way or another as she came to have her mind manipulated by him.

“No, I am not angry, if I were this could be very bad. Others would seek to take you here, others would not careless about your plight. Relax, I will not be long, long enough so that you are use to it some what in future events.

“I will even numb your mind a bit,” that aphrodisiac flares despite her pleas though he is half moved by them, not out of piety mind you though because of his own interests. But this had to be done and he could at least make it a bit easier for her when it happened in the future. Eventually it would though he had decided to stop before long, he was having fun with her in other ways after all.

He is pleased that she is beginning to get use to this sensation, not punishment but necessary. She would come to learn this in the future as he knew that at least the knowledge and experience might get her use to being taken, others were probably going to be more forceful about it though he was not allowing her to adjust to his presence and have an easier time of those rougher matters ahead … she would eventually be taken back here and it was best that she was no virgin there … she was tight, damn tight, tighter than her pussy though he fought the spike of pleasure against him. “UNGH!” Muscles that had tried to repulse him had begun to relax and he traced his hands through her hair giving a gentle tug as his other traced over her ass cheek.

“Good … if this were punishment no doubt you would be in agony right now … I could still do so but that does not interest me, my dear. I simple wish to reward you in getting you a little use when it happens, and it will, at least once if not more.”

A playful swat to her ass cheek, his hand massaging her then smacking her again. He was real slow about his thrust though letting her own experimental movements to course over him, a shiver of pleasure racing through him.

“Tell me if you need to stop,” Gersham added, she had been an outstanding plaything after all and Gersham wasn't about to brake her after all, not when there was still so much fun ahead of them ...

That warm sensation floods through her body as he once again pushes some of that dark desire into her, sending her pleasure centers into overdrive, making every touch to her body that much sweeter, making her want it that much more. "Mmmmmhhhh..!" He pulls her hair in mid-push, sliding himself into her and pulling her head back to meet his other hand as it caresses her cheek. The hands kneading her breasts, plying her sex and teasing her clit are ecstasy to her heated mind and body, never letting her rest, turning her up higher as they move on her. "It's good...it's so gooood..." She's pleased; between the aphrodisiac, all the soft touches, his slow speed as she adjusts and his warmth inside of her, and the fact that she's not being punished, Lacey is losing herself in the sensations once more.

She gasps as his hand swats her ass again, purring as he rubs against it, then moaning as he strikes it again, sending shivers up her spine as that warm tingling spreads out from the reddening cheek of her backside. She makes her body roll with his rhythm as he thrusts into her, seeking to claim her entire body for himself. Pushing her hips back against him, she pulls him deeper inside her, finally getting a taste for how this feels. It's still a little strange to have someone in her ass like this...but it's not bad. The sensation is growing on her. She squeezes him tight as he moves, gripping in response to the throbbing of his shaft as much as by her own design, and cooing with pleasure at how much of him there is to squeeze; his thickness barely yields at all to her grip, hard as stone inside her. Her sex drools jealously over the fingers that push into her, and she can feel when the fingers and Gersham's cock stroke against the same wall, gasping and bucking whenever it happens.

"Don't...please don't stop..." She whimpers back at him as he offers. "It's new...I don't...I don't want it...to stop. Just let me get used to it..." And she works at just that. Her ass swallows his shaft eagerly, accepting his advances and doing its best to keep him from pulling back out again. After one particularly sweet thrust, her body tightens and clamps down on him hard as she gives a soft cry of delight, clutching tighter over him than she had been before, similar to how her sex had done the first time he'd brought her off. She twists her hips a little with each thrust as he takes her, corkscrewing herself onto his shaft as he drives himself inside, moving her own body a little faster back against his.

Despite normally leaving this passage alone there is no denying her tightness, the crush of her walls against him as he takes her with patient lust. Clearly he's enjoying the moment, loving the gem that is her body as he fills both her body and mind with cock and drug, the drug he would let subside. It's not enough to make her loose coherency completely, he enjoys speaking with her, interacting with her in more ways then the usual defiance.

Allowing her to get use to the new sensation he groans behind her as those skeletal hands lend him a huge assist with their manipulation of her breasts, her clit even inserting inside the petals of her sweet sex to assail her from all over at once.

That tightness, crushingly sweet against him begins to slid back against him as the evidence is there, she is coming to life about him as she gets use to the unyielding sensation within her.

“As you wish,” he tells her, not drawing out of her and letting her move a little faster. He matches her moves after a bit making sure she was not being too enthusiastic her pace was better for her seeing that she probably wasn't going to be taken as slowly when something finally did take her.

He was getting her prepared for that eventuality so it wouldn't hurt as much and that she be better prepared mentally for what to expect. Whether by his drug or the very fact that she was getting use to this he found that she was getting use to this sensation.

“Your nice and tight back here. It's a good thing that UH you get use it. AHH this!”

That crushing tightness comes down upon him and with another slap to her ass he fires deep inside her as she's caught up in another orgasm. He remains there though, panting as he feels those tight muscles against him as she throbs. He does too though each time he does he send more of his release into her.

“Not good ...” he draws his tongue against her neck as he moves her hair away and skims a claw against the skin on the other side. “I have cum more than you have, I'll have to let you catch up my dear.”

For the time being though he remains their though the skeletal hands continue to fondle her, fingers pushing up inside her soaked passage. “What are you studying?” A seemingly random question out of the blue, he asks as those bony fingers have their way with her.

"Ooooohhh..." She shudders softly beneath the onslaught of pure bliss that Gersham and his summoned hands bring to her, unable to escape and unwilling to try. Her back tunnel squeezes and spasms over his shaft as he continues to fill her, slowly and gently, actually checking her pace at one point to make sure she doesn't hurt herself. Her entire experience with this creature, after their fight anyway, has been much the same...part of her files that information away for later consideration. The rest of her focuses on the here and now, on how wonderful it all feels.

Her sex drips nectar freely down the fingers that tease and caress her, sliding into her and stroking at her sweet spot, sliding back out and toying with her clit. Her breasts are cupped and massaged, nipples tugged and tweaked gently. She purrs soft pleasure back at Gersham as she feels him swelling up inside her, and gasps in delight as he starts to gush his seed into her body once more, claiming yet another part of her as his own. She bucks against him as his hot essence floods her, leaving her warm and tingling, trying to milk him for every last drop. She's nothing if not diligent in her efforts to wring him dry. She pushes herself back against his hips, pulling him fully inside her as she drains his seed, feeling him pump out more with every twitch. It gives her satisfaction, knowing that she can pull this from him. A soft and breathless laugh slips from her. "You filled me up again..." She murmurs back over her shoulder.

"Mmmmmnnn...oooooh!" She shivers delightedly at the feel of his tongue on one side of her neck and his claw on the other, one soft and warm, the other sharp and deadly, and both gentle and teasing. She rolls her head back til it's resting against his shoulder, giving him as much access as he could want to the strong, slender column of her neck, quite literally offering him her throat. That analytical part of her mind wonders whether this is trust or merely recklessness on her part. The rest of her doesn't care; it feels nice and that's all that really matters. She presses her body up against his, loving the feel of him against her back, and murmurs softly into his ear. "Nnnh...I don't mind...I came harder than you did, most of those times..." Not necessarily true; he'd gushed like a fire hose for her. But she'd been the one who'd had to take a break partway through. From that standpoint, the fiery haired student is FAR from dissatisfied.

She looks at him, and can't contain a laugh at the odd question. "What am I...Are you going to move in with me if I tell you I'm going for a degree in a lucrative field?" She shakes her head, rolling her body against his as she thinks for a moment, trying to figure out the purpose behind the question. "I'm in the Liberal Arts program. My mother...she wanted me to go into a business school...so I could take over her company. But the whole...Mmm!...the whole reason I came here is because I want...I want to be free." She smiles a little sadly at that. "I...my mother...I love her, and my father both, but...my mother divorced him when I was six and I didn't see him much after that...every once in a while for a birthday or Christmas, but that was about it...." She shudders mid-explanation as the skeletal hands continue their assault. She hisses in pleasure, her soft form pressing up against Gersham's body before she continues. "Mmm...my mother and I...we have different viewpoints. She thinks...Oooh!...she thinks a person who builds themselves up over others is...mmh...is someone who's admirable. I think someone who lives among people and learns from and about them...I think that's a better life. So I people-watch and learn about others...and one day, I want to teach others....so Liberal Arts, specifically humanities, majoring in language and literature...I felt the need to be free and follow my own dreams for the future...and now I'm doing just that." She shudders, whimpering and clenching down on him again. "Wh...why the...interest?"

His hunting methods had been different then the showings he made in the Arena. Yolia was a fluke as he later proved but conflict in this place was barely considered resistance and so he was able to shrug that off. As long as he was not teaching a lesson to a deserving student he only fought as hard that it was necessary bestowing bliss upon those students that did not place up a fight. Granted if he were to met her again he would not expect instant submission but he would think that the more times she was exposed to his touch and was a prisoner to her needs the less she would resist until fighting him had been the further thought from her mind but time would tell as far as how that went.

Pulled deep inside to the hilt he gives her exactly what she wishes for as he relaxes there for the time being as he lets the flow of his seed push into her with each throb. He basks in that tightness and even notes that she seems pleased with pleasing him. Perhaps that is the only way she feels as if she could turn the tables on him but at the same time he was being pleased by this, making her a more alluring target in the future with or without her knowledge to that fact.

“So I have ...” he grinned then swatted her backside again a little rougher than previous though not able to do much more than sting. “See what you've made me do?”

Her neck exposed … trust … perhaps though hid Demonic heritage concludes that it is need and desire rather than the later for trust is a somewhat alien concept to his mind. He trusted that things tended to get messy and thus he often had three or four contingency plans working parallel to the one that he was carrying out.

Sharp teeth nibbled along her neck as his tongue soothed her. “And give you bragging rights, a shame for you to even consider that,” another swat to her rump as his hand rubbed over the spot. But was that such a bad thing? After all when had this become about the students pleasure? He had his pride as an Incubus though and before they were done here he would have to rectify that.

He chuckles a bit. “Heavens no, I am merely curious. Of course the Liberal Arts won't do you much good now,” he did not get into matters and let her figure that one out, she was new and there was plenty of time to learn, he wouldn't ruin the surprise.

“I was considering something a bit more practical … but I will consider that further,” the enticing call of her body pressing against his caused a small groan to escape him and he slowly extracted from her allowing some of his seed to escape her backdoor. Fingers drive into her quicker now as he walks away seeming to mull matters over using the ocean to clean up a little in while he leaves her to the hands for a little while and comes back, kneeling down in front of her restrained for he seals her lips with his own.

“Now it's time for a treat,” he walks away from her rounding her body as the hands at her clit and inside her retract, he sliding beneath her crotch, his tongue teasing her clit as he suckles and licks upon the nub , hands holding onto her hips as he began a slow tease of her nether region beginning at that clit then licking about her labia before shifting his attention back to her clit alternating his speed and determination to build upon her desires even further.

Gasping and laughing as he swats her ass, Lacey rolls her hips for him, putting her fit backside within easy reach of his palm. "Ooooohh...I think...YOU'RE more interested in bragging rights than I..." She accuses, but she certainly doesn't mind as his teeth find her neck, nibbling on the soft skin there before his tongue moves in to stroke at her. "Ah!" She jumps a little bit as his hand swats her again, biting her bottom lip and smiling as she presses her ass against his hand, lavishing in the feel of him rubbing against her. She has no clue what he means when he says Liberal Arts won't do her any good...but he doesn't seem to wish to elaborate on the point. He pulls himself out of her, and she quivers with a little moan, partly pleasure at his movement, partly disappointment at her sudden emptiness, as he wanders off towards the ocean and leaves her to the care of his skeletal hands.

What he means by his remark ceases to matter as the hands plying her body step up their game; Lacey arches hard with a loud cry as the fingers inside her sex start to punish her g-spot relentlessly, more of them stroking her clit and making the sensitive little nub twitch and dance. "Ohhhhhh, God.....MMMhhhhhh!" She shudders delightedly, hips bucking against those invading hands while she presses her breasts into the palms of another pair, moaning in ecstasy as they squeeze and massage, little thrilled shocks running through her body as they tug at her sensitive peaks. Untiring and unceasing the summoned hands continue to toy with her body, tugging and rubbing and thrusting all at once and with all the familiarity of an old lover. It's not long before she feels that shining wave rising inside her again, promising to engulf her as the hands continue their work. "OH God, oh God ohgodohgodohgodohgod, I'm gonna cu--MMMMHHHH!" She reaches her peak and finds her scream of pleasure cut off by a pair of warm lips pressed against hers. She wails her joy into Gersham's mouth as his construct hands bring her off, her sweet nectar dripping down their fingers and arms. For what seems an eternity, she can only buck over those fingers and tremble against Gersham's lips, her breath caught in her chest as her pleasure spikes. Finally herer breaths shudder into his mouth once more as she comes down, her tongue writhing against his, twitching every so often along with the rest of her.

She murmurs in disapproval as he breaks their kiss, leaving her panting there on her hands and knees, still held in place by the hands on her arms and legs. As the fingers teasing her clit and plunging into her heated cunny disappears, she actually gives a little cry of despair. "Nooooo...please don't stop! Not yet...Gersham, I want... Ahhhh!" Her hips buck as his tongue darts out against her clit, lashing her hypersensitive little love button and making her squirm. "Oh God yesssssss..." She hisses softly, grinding her twitching hips down at his tongue, and whimpering softly as she finds them restrained by his hands, warm and firm and holding her in place as he teases her. She wants so very badly to ride that tongue, but he holds her there, tormenting her sweetly. Absolutely maddening...his tongue darts over her clitty, first slow and then fast, strokes between her netherlips and collects her nectar, before returning to her little love button...and never hard enough to bring her off! It's almost enough to make her cry... "Ger...AH!....Gersham....Mmmnnnhhh....Please...!" She whimpers softly, held down by skeleton hands, hips held in place by Gersham's own hands, she's utterly at his mercy.

“Naturally,” he responded with a chin as he let his fingers slid over her perfectly toned ass.

So sweet, she felt good though Gersham regretted in parting her, his hand still tingling with that swatting sensation. He went to clean up as he left the hands to threat her, hearing her cries even from the ocean and grinning though he took his time seeing that she was enjoying herself though her arousal kept him nice and hard as he listened to her caught up in the throes of her passion.

When he returned he took her lips allowing her to dump that moan straight into it as she felt the blossoming of her flower though of course he still had not been finished with her, letting her catch up and surpass his own releases into that fabulous body of hers.

He enjoys her cries, her need, his tongue replacing those skeletal fingers as he patiently sees to that spark of pleasure. She begs and his left hand tightens it's' hold upon her hip to the point that tiny claws barely pierce her, his right retracting so that he soon brushes his finger along her moist needy slit.

His tongue presses against that clit a bit harder, rolling against it with the occasional suck or kiss, his hand teasing against that slit as he gathers up her need further before two fingers press up inside her cork screwing as they went to stimulate those walls a little better.

She tasted good, felt even better, though his ears listening to her delighted little cries as he treated her to another orgasm, clearly in no rush as he teased her a bit though he wasn't going to deny her release either but neither was he granting her respite as he pressed those fingers to that restless spot within her core.

"Oh God!" Her voice cries out a little sharper, a little louder for him as his tongue flicks over her little nub. His pink muscle dances so sweetly over her sex, but held down by the skeletal hands as she is, held in place by him as she is, she can't bring her hips down to meet his tongue. It drives her mad with lust, and she loves every second of it. She can feel the claws piercing her flesh ever so slightly, warm blood beading at the tiny puncture wounds; it's little more than a spice to her pleasure a nicely bitter counterpoint to the sweetness of his tongue. Heedless of the claws, she continue to push her hips down as best she can, though he holds her easily enough in his grip. Straining against the hands that hold her arms in place...she wants more than anything to break free and ride his tongue for all she's worth. Her sex contracts at the feel of it all, empty and voracious for more attention. "I need...AHMMMmmmm! I need it, need you! Want it so much, want it so ba--AHHHHHH!"

Her red mane flies back as she arches hard, the fingers of his other hand impaling her flower sweetly, shoving their way deep inside her. Lacey clutches greedily over those digits, wailing in delight as he fills her even just a little. It's good, so very good, but it's not enough! She rolls her hips and back in swift and fluid motions, bucking against his tongue and his fingers, crying out as he starts to corkscrew them into her, striking her sweet spot deep inside. Her honey flows freely down his fingers as he teases her, her little clitty dancing eagerly for his tongue as he rolls it around, toying with it and making her yearn that much more with every flick, every swipe. He builds her higher and higher still, raising that heated pressure in her body. So close...but somehow he manages to keep her on edge without letting her topple over, almost as if he's in her mind and knows when to ease off. Cruel and sweet is the tongue that makes her dance so for its owner. "I'll lose...my mind! Oh God...I want it so much...!" She moans and writhes in agonized ecstasy, tiny trickles of crimson blood on the pale skin of her hips from his claws, as warm on the outside of her as it is within, does nothing to let off any of that heat; it only increases.

"Hnnnnhhh! Ger...sham...! Don't stop....make me...cum! Nnnh!" It's all she can do; bound and at the mercy of a demon who's had centuries of experience in matters of lust and the flesh, held down by his hands, his magic, his dark will...taken by him in every place she CAN be taken...and now made to dance at the tip of his tongue and on his fingers, begging for that release is all she can do. And so it's what she does. As she dances for him, on her hands and knees over his tongue and in the grip of his hands, she begs him for sweet bliss and revels in her own taking.

He gets caught up in the moment, his finger tips wet with her blood, the noticeable struggle of her hips as she attempts to push them down as far as they would go though his hold is stronger than her advance and he keeps her at bay, at least for now.

Her need calls out to him though, her want and it does not seem to matter how much of it is from her and how much it is from the aphrodisiac that pumps through her.

The collapse of her body around his fingers only tells him how good this would feel about his member, the front of his pants still open showing that throbbing erect member as he toys with her still, driving her close to the edge of the cliff leading to her pleasure then drawing back.

Gersham delighted in the way that she begged and he slide out from beneath her walking back to the front of her imprisoned body. He made a show of licking the sweetness of his bloodied fingers as he looked into the emerald green eyes.

He seemed to search hers for a moment then chants again making a wave of his hand as a circle of utter blackness, 6” in diameter appears between the tow at the level of her mouth and his hips.

Skeletal hands still played with her breasts still as he plunges the tip of his cock into that hole and it vanishes coming out of a similar hole hovering just between her thighs, the head of his cock teasing lightly against those petals, pressing a bit more of himself into those tight muscles as he pushes more of himself through that inter-dimensional portal and into her.

In this way he can watch her eyes without releasing her from this position. He groans, feeling the utter delight of her body against his as he sweeps inside her, his hips rocking back and forth twisting in little spirals as he drove into her quickening that pace by the second until he generates a nice even tempo.

“But my dear, you never said please,” he teases, though he only waits for that single word before he drives into her with greater vigor. Odd in that he had not had to drug her too much. Though he liked having her coherent enough to interact with her a bit rather than make it a one sided affair.

He stops tasting her, stops touching her, leaving only her breasts tended to by the summoned hands; pleasant indeed but not NEARLY enough! She almost wants to cry, the emptiness too much to bear after having been full for most of the morning. Aphrodisiac, her own newly awakened and explored desires, and her ever-inquisitive mind have brought the petite redhead low. Before this encounter, the wildest sex the student has ever engaged in was literally in her dreams just earlier that week; though she hates that someone invaded her mind to give it to her, she has to admit that all week long she's wanted to see what the real thing is like. And now being presented with it...it's too much to bear. She knows she'll hate herself for giving in as much as this creature for taking her later. She knows this isn't going to be the last time something tries to push itself upon her. She knows she's allowed herself to be caught up in these desires, and while she's fascinated with all of it, there's a part of her that screams out how wrong this is.

But none of that matters just now. What matters is her fulfillment, her satisfaction. And if nothing else, she'll take that much. And whom better than someone, some THING, relatively gentle about it? She's sure there won't be nearly so much concern for her well-being later on; learn now and fight later.

Rationalization is swept aside as Gersham comes into view. She watches him licking her blood from his fingertips. Now is not a time for fighting. She watches the tongue sweep her red life from his fingertips and into his mouth, the punctures he's left behind on her hips already done bleeding. He chants something softly, and a...void for lack of a better term appears between them. "What is...Mhh!" Her question is answered before she even gets the chance to fully ask, Gersham's shaft suddenly stroking against her netherlips from behind though he stands in front of her. The same trick he uses to step through shadows... she has time to think that much before that glorious, throbbing length is demanding entrance, pushing eagerly at her and bringing with it the promise of that fullness once again. "Please, yes--AAUUUUHHH!"

Lacey barely manages to get the words out of her mouth before those inches drive themselves into her warm and wet embrace, pushing deep to her core, making her squirm and wriggle. Hungry for every last inch of him, she presses as far back against his shaft as she can, angling her hips just right as he picks up his pace, her whole body twitching as he begins to collide rapidly with that sweet spot deep within her sex. "Feels so good...!" She barely has the breath to whimper out her delight. THIS was what she'd wanted; after so much teasing, she'd ached to be filled again so badly. Her sex quakes around him and she trembles visibly as he starts to twist his hips in circles, driving her mad with the sensations his cock sends through her as it dances within her. His shaft pierces her to her depths, Gersham filling and stretching her deliciously, and the whole time he does so Lacey can see into his eyes; approval and curiosity, and above all else a deep and timeless hunger, one that can never be filled no matter how much he takes any girl. Staring into the face of that hunger, she feels her mind might well be swallowed whole by him, even as he pushes himself inside her. Her eyes locked onto his, she can see many things now as she feeds him with her pleasure, taking her own in kind. Above all she can see a terrible and immutable truth; through whatever actions she's taken here in their encounter, she's aroused the full attention of this creature and his appetite. Whatever else she may encounter, whatever else she may live through she will see this one again in the future. She's marked...she doesn't know how or with what, but she can see that much.

And regardless of the worry and despair part of her feels at that knowledge, a darker part of her rejoices.

"C...close! Don't st-ahhhh! Gonna...cum again....MMH, God...Can't....I can't....Gersham....MMMMMHAHHHHH!" Incoherent, thoughts in disarray, she shakes and screams as she's driven over the edge on his shaft. She clamps down tight, her eyes wide and unseeing as she loses herself in the bliss, milking him and actually gushing her own sweet nectar out over his shaft, her body tense as it trembles uncontrollably. Noises that are half-sob and half-moan escape her lips as her body and mind, ravaged by orgasmic fury, try desperately to reassert some vague sense of control. Her whole world white once more, her body slowly uncoiling, she sinks to the hands that bind her, unable to hold herself up anymore as she merely twitches and trembles in their grasp, falling under Gersham's onslaught.

Sometimes it paid better than to explain. This was a bit different then his Shadow Step ability. A bit more complicated was opening portals between points though neither had to be cast in shadow like the origins and destination of his Shadow Step talent. Not all of his minions could jaunt about so freely and so he had to use portals such as these, albeit larger ones.

But she got the gist of it, not that it was too tough to understand as he was pressing into that gloriously tight sex. Groaning softly as he filled her, he took her with a lustful confidence.

Sure enough this had been her time to learn, there fight had been brief and perhaps she would entertain him in another one of these days though this was more entertaining in his opinion.

It is rare that he seeks the approval of any of his victims. He is an Incubus, he knows the pleasure he brings and though his manhood erupted inside her, that pleasant crush all about his warmth he is pleased with her as she slumps to the ground, held in place only by those skeletal hands he remains lodged within that blessed core.

But was he done with her? He waved his hand dismissively and those skeletal hands vanish as if not there at all. Oh, he was not finished with her. Perhaps today, though that depended on her will, her stamina though he knew he would see her again. In fact it encouraged him to hang around the planet a little more.

Drawing out of her the portals fade once he draws his length from beyond the portal it was thrust though. A finger dips beneath her chin lifting her chin up to face him.

“If you cannot continue then I will have to punish you next time,” but their was no sound of malice in his rich voice. “You're not to cum until I grant you permission to from hence firth.”

His fingers continued to caress her as he watched, “Now, what have you decided on my dear?”

Her body slumps to the ground as the skeletal hands disappear, her lithe frame wracked with post-orgasm shudders. She gives a spasm and a soft moan as he draws himself from her center, leaving her still-grasping sex dripping with her recent explosion of bliss. Her body lays exhausted and shaky on the ground, and her mind wanders in a fog...while thoughts start to pool in her consciousness. She wants to lay there and sleep, basking in the sweet warm glow her body feels but the thoughts keep nagging at her...why won't they let her sleep? Why won't they let her glow? She may as well address them...first come observations, then questions as Lacey slowly puts herself back together inside.

He's speaking. She knows he is, she can hear it...so why can't she place the words? Their meaning? She can feel his touch on her chin, feel how he moves her to look at him. But her eyes are wide open and locked in an expression of shock, she can't seem to see anything beyond a blur. Staring and unseeing, mouth open and trembling with no words coming out; just small sounds, miniature echoes of the cries of passion that had until recently called out so loudly. Her world is white, sound and sight meaning nothing to her overwhelmed mind. So much had happened so fast...this whole morning...is it still morning? So much...and now this. What is this feeling? Why can't she move? She's no quitter. She's lost fights before, but she's never stayed down if she could stand back up...so what's keeping her down now? How is this any different?

Her green eyes shift back and forth, her sight slipping in and out of focus. Eyes first, she thinks. Eyes are important, let you see what's coming. Slowly the world becomes more than a white blur again. Color floods the sky and the earth around her and she can see him again. Gersham. He's taken her...that's what this feeling is. Just like her dream...only now it's real. Memories return to her mind...had she really said all those things? Done all those things...? The gloating expression on his face...God, what's she given herself over to now...? She blinks her eyes as they finish focusing.

Hearing, that's what comes next as she unscrambles herself, her mind and body. Translating the words and sounds around her from garble into something intelligible. The ocean...she can hear its roar...that's a good sign. Now, what had he said? She'd heard the words "continue" and "punish." The latter makes her sex clench a little, but she quells that quickly. There's been enough of that already...no more. No more letting her base instincts and desire run wild. She's too tired for shame just now, but knows she should be ashamed. Her mind recovers swiftly, and though desire still burns there, so too does anger. She's too tired for the full spectrum of everything she feels just now, choosing to shelf things like shame and humiliation, sorrow and worry for now. But desire won't be easily shelved, and anger has been a long time coming. She hasn't given voice to it since that damnable aphrodisiac touched her thoughts and her body with its seductive glow. She stares into the three-eyed gaze of the creature that's toyed with her for the past while, that's taught her things she should have learned with someone she loves, both about her mind and her body. She knows she can't blame all that's happened on this thing, no matter how much she wants to. Her own lack of self-control, aphrodisiac notwithstanding, is also to blame. But while she feels she may redeem herself somehow, some way...this creature cannot be forgiven. "Not yet..." She hisses, gathering strength into still-twitching limbs, she pushes his hand away from her chin.

"Not over yet..." Shaking as she lifts her weary body from the sands, she denies her dark side's urges to press against Gersham for support. She can stand on her own, and desire has run rampant far too long. "Punish...? Permission...? I'm no pet of yours..." First to hands and knees, then to her feet; though she sways and wobbles dangerously for a few seconds, she manages to stand on trembling legs all on her own, reclaiming some of her fighting spirit. She shakes, her breaths still ragged from her exertion and recent mind-shattering orgasm....but at least her mind is fully her own again, no longer flying free of reason and logic.

"My decision...mine...it should have been mine from the start...I gave something I shouldn't have... You took something that wasn't yours to take..." She sways again, almost holding her balance, but she falls against him. "You're not the only ones...you...the one from my dreams...this place. You congregate here...?" Puzzle pieces fall into place, but more remain empty. Strange creatures showing up with the intention of violating human women...? Why? This place..."It's a setup...But for what...?" She shakes her head. That doesn't matter now. "My decision..."

She glares up at him, aching for vengeance and aching for the pleasure he's given her, all at the same time. But she knows she can't take either, not now with her body on the outer edges of exhaustion. Already her vision is fuzzy again, her anger and desire burning out and no longer lending her strength. "My choice...I'll fight you. I'll fight all of you...I lost to you, lost to myself...you beat me in our fight and took me for yourself..." She pulls herself closer to his ear, though he stands so much taller than she, and growls softly to him. "But I am not yours, I am not broken, and you haven't won..." She gives herself over to the darkness of sleep, having said her piece. After all, what more can this creature do to her while she's asleep than he could while she's awake? The darkness swallows her whole, and she's grateful for it.