“Mm ...” she swallows as much of him as she possible could breathing through her nose as she did so, the throb warning her just a split second before he erupted at the back of her throat. She sucked and swallowed assuming that that was what he wished for most given that tight hold that he relaid upon her.

It felt like warm syrup filling her belly, their was a warmth a tingly feeling that caused her breasts to ache and nipples to harden. Her passage felt slick too and while she felt this way once before when she consumed those laced cookies she had not liked it then, not after the fact when she looked back and saw how much control she lost though now she was caught up in the moment, her need spiking but there was the issue of class soon …

Of course class did no seem to matter as she pulled back slowly her tongue sweeping over him one last time as she peered up at him hoping hat she had managed to dissuade him, feeling that own need building within her, that yearning.

“This class is empty for a few hours yet …” she began, her chest rising and falling struggling with each breath.

The demon relished every moment in Daphnee's sensuous mouth and pulled out when he finished coming, amazed she had not missed a drop. That was truly wonderful Daphnee. Perhaps you will dissuade me over the rest of our sessions from visiting your mistress.

The demon knew the effects of his semen would begin to go into effect almost immediately. He knew he was right when she mentioned the empty classroom, implying their time together did not need to end yet. The demon knew it was selfish to leave her wanton, especially after she had just taken care of his needs, but he did like playing games.

Did you need something? The demon asked Daphnee cruelly. Do you want a couple more hours of meditation practice? If not we can certainly start our third session tomorrow night as planned. The demon smiled as he asked her, knowing full well it was simply not what she wanted, forcing the words out of her should her need be great enough.

“Yes, of course,” she would do what she must to protect her Mistress. It was a thankless job, their was no praise to be had from it though it was more the fact knowing that she had played a part in making things easier on her busy Mistress.

That need burned through her. She rubbed her thighs together kneeling there before him. She grabbed him there once more giving him a swift jerk, her thumb tracing against the tip of his shaft with the occasional slow motion of her fingers against him.

"I want this,” she near whined, biting down her lower lip as she pressed those emerald eyes closed. Vera had tormented her with a drug once bu tormented and pleased her at the same time.

A hand already reached down unbuttoning her shorts and sticking her hand down hem and her panties rubbing against her clit as she moaned out softly in need.

The demon knew how badly she must be burning with need to be just short of begging a demon to take her. She grabbed his cock and told him she wanted it. The demon thought she had suffered enough when she promptly unbutton her denim shorts shoving her hand straight to her moistened sex.

The demon took the hint and removed her coat and lifted up her top, almost yanking it over her head. He dropped the garments on the floor behind her, and laid her down. Her hand never have left her crotch through the entire process.

Let me help you out then Daphnee my dear... the demon says slipping his hands into the waistband of the underwear and unbuttoned shorts she wears, he yanks them down the her ankles, exposing her handiwork in the process. Kneeling he removes both boots, and finishes stripping her bottoms.

A thick, clawed hand grabs an ankle, and pulls her legs wide open, slipping between her thighs. He grabs his member lining it up with her wet opening and pauses to look into her desperate eyes. Grabbing the hand pleasuring herself by the wrist, and her other wrist, he pins them above her head, letting her need build. Are you ready Daphnee? Is this what you want?

“Yes … h-hurry ...” that desire was racing through her as he stripped her easily and rested atop her. Her legs widening though they hardly needed his prompting though once opened she locks them behind his back and braces for what was to come.

There on the floor of the Art Room looking up at him, she bits her lower lips and wiggles beneath him enticingly. She wanted it alright, needed it. She whined beneath him arching her back and trying to capture his length inside the burning vessel of her body.

Teeth sinking in to her lip hard enough to bring forth a little blood. “UYUAH! FILL ME!” Her eyes close as her head tips back.

She screams for him to fill her her and as he she does so he thrusts his hips forwards. The pre-aligned shaft sinks deep. The mushroom tip already slick from her saliva, spreads her folds and enters her warm sex. Inch by inch his shaft dives deeper, her warm walls surround him and he grunts his pleasure as her legs wrapped tightly around him, pull him deeper and deeper into her core. Releasing her arms now that the temptation game is over, he places his palms on the the ground to either side of her head, locks his green eyes on hers, and begins thrust away.

So tight Daphnee, you feel amazing... he trails off into moans of pleasure as his speed and tempo increase. Her spongy warmth squeezes his shaft tightly, as sounds off their passion fill the air, mixing with the great aroma of their fucking. Leaning forward he takes her ear lobe between his lips and sharp teeth, nibbling and tugging gently as his breathing passes her ear. His lips kiss down her slender neck, his tongue tracing her sensitive tender flesh as he goes. Throughout it all, his thrusting only intensifies using her thoughts as a guide to make sure he slams in against her g-spot over and over again.

“OH! OH! OHHH!” With each trust he hits her just right, her legs tightly wound around him as she draws him forth into the chalice of her body, released hands go to his back gaining purchase there, nails skimming against the cloth of his shirt rather than taring up his back.

She is in heaven, this is what she needs and she clings against him, her mind reeling against the onslaught of pleasure that he brings as his mind is now attuned to her own, the drug spurning her on. It was more the begging then the drugging that messed with her brain. She had been close, close to reaching that state, a state that she did not ever wish to be in again though there was no denying the pleasure that she was feeling because of that drug.

That stiffness felt so good inside her. “THERE! THERE!!! OH, THERE!!! OH GAWD!!!”

She cried out, her body clenching down on him even tighter as that initial orgasm struck her. Her hip still squirming beneath his though as fueled by need and want. She was always notoriously fast for cumming but had much staying power too. She basked in the feeling up inside her as she trembled beneath him. Arms and legs holding him as tightly as she could in that position.

The demon moaned as she clawed at his back. The resonating pleasure of her body bounced in his mind giving him even greater pleasure. There were no demands, no selfishness, just a sharing of pleasure and need from each other. Legs and arms locked tightly as he felt her moisture explode around him, becoming slicker and spongier as she rode out her first spasms of pleasure.

Finished kissing her neck and ear his mouth closes over hers and his tongue seeks to slip between her lips. He begins resting on one elbow so that his other large clawed palm begins encircling her right beast. His palm sliding over her hardened nipple, fingers teasing.

His pace picked up as he knew he would be facing his second release soon wanting to meet hers and share in the absolute bliss.

She moan into his mouth her legs about his waist still attempt to pull him down into that spongy moisture sealing their bodies together even temporarily. Her mouth opens for him and her tongue sweeps out over hi own in those precious seconds.

A thrill slams into her when he realizes hat he is not finished. She had not felt that warm gush flowing inside her to indicate that it had and a shiver swept over her spine as her nipple was seen to in such a delicate way.

“UM, OH YES! F-FUCK ME!” Her green eyes dip closed as he tongue goes back to sweeping over his own.

Tongues and bodies entwined, hips rocking back and forth, speeding up, harder, faster, time matters little in a world encompassed in a single act of passion. His hand leaves her breast, and it returns to the cold tile of the classroom, to give him the leverage he needs to fulfill her request. His mouth leaves hers, tongue slipping over her in a remorseful bitter sweet goodbye.

She locks her eyes shut, and he feels her thighs tighten around his muscular waist. Faster yet, his hips a blur as he pulls back till her moist sex barely manages to hold the very tip of his length, he uses his rear legs set for extra leverage to plunge even deeper. Over and over, and he can feel his orgasm approaching, cum with me Daphnee.

With a final ten thrusts he slams home, an outside viewer would think the sheer viciousness of the thrusts would slam her through the tiles. Instead, he arches his back and releases, not shots, but streams of hot sticky cum deep into her womb. The amount, enough to flood her passage completely as well as stain thoroughly the close they are laying on. The tragedy is that her release will satisfy her, but the fresh chemicals will leave her burning with need for the rest of the morning. Yet time waits for no one, and art classes would be starting soon.

“YES! OH YES! YES!” Her enthusiastic answer to him as that tempo increases getting at the need that itch that remained deep inside her that her fingers alone had no way of satisfying. His lips are gone as is his hand, her breast begging for more attention so she grabs and squeezes it herself.

His plunges go deep, had, and she feels the flood of his release as she meets her's with a cry, her body sealing over him. Trying to keep him lodged inside her given he legs are sill hugging his waist.

She had no idea what he's done, that release of his driving he insane as she burns with need. The release satisfying but that need still there, hat hunger dancing in he green gaze as she breaths hard.

A hopeful, perhaps pleading look as she calms somewhat from their recent climaxes. “More?”

Like an illegal narcotic, a taste is all it takes before one is hooked. Typically, he had to rely on a failure of stamina which lead to unconsciousness, or the act was involuntary, and the drive to escape was equally as strong as the drive to reach release. She did seem comfortable with him though and he wondered how long that would last. Daphnee my dear, I am sorry to disappoint... he said looking up at the clock, noticing that it was 9:15, with classes starting in under an hour, we either would need to move locations to continue, or we must simply be patient for our next session. The demon said still buried inside of her.

He strokes her face gently, and gives her a kiss before he pulls out of her warm yearning depths. The demon cruelly knew the root of her sudden need, but had no intentions of explaining now. You mentioned having to serve Vera today, I do recommend you attend to that duty. If you wish to continue, I certainly would love nothing more than to ravish your body all day long, but we would need a different location. It would not due to have 20 of your uninitiated peers walk in on a demon fucking a young student. There would be unimaginable consequences. The demon had always wondered if that's what it would take to ruin this place, paradise for his kind, hell for the students in most case. Honestly though, he truly believed they would pack up shop, sell all the students into slavery and start on another artificial planet.

Her eyes widened, was it that late already? Was she not going to get what she so desperately need. "We can change locations, the theater hall, it should be empty until evening courses!” She offered up readily fighting back the desire to beg.

Right now classes and her duties did not seem to matter as he pulled out of her. She is aware that he had done something though it would not be until later with a degree of coherent though that she would figured it out.

“I ...” She closes her mouth as if trying to stifle her words, eyes a bit teary filled with unspilled tears the situation was getting desperate, the burning only getting stronger.

“I … I need it.”

The demon hugs her close, realizing a breakdown wouldn't benefit either of them. We can certainly move to the theater hall if you truly desire. I must admit I am to blame. My semen contains an aphrodisiac, not as powerful as whats in my slime... leaving her to only imagine the potency of its affects, but the affects will have worn off completely in a couple hours.

If you wish we can change locations, or if you have toys in your room, you can work out some of your needs before attending to the rest of your day. The demon hoped her understanding what was happening would calm the horny frustrated student, as her being here when students arrived in her current state may lead to some interesting situations.

He weighed her simply hating him, but he honestly would ravish her on his schedule should she break their arrangement in anger, her body simply a potent drug for him after their experience. So he hoped for the best and was honest.

Honesty worked better than a lie with her. From early on she had heard things that she didn't want to hear but had been able to prepare for the worse because of them.

Now Daphnee did not have many toys. She tossed most of them out her first night here when Dolom savage her and stole her purity. She had once fantasied about bondage but after being so helpless and brutalized, not to mention the subsequent beings that used bondage as a tool she tossed most of those toys out, shattered dreams …

At first she narrowed her green eyes at having been drugged but if it was a byproduct that he could not help, she might have been miffed at not being told though she felt that burn. Thinking about knots could only take her so far she found.

She settled after a moment though as she processed the matter. “Change in location ...” His pleasure, her pleasure, it worked.

“Is I contact? Taste?” She attempted to focus on the nature of this drug as she uncurled her legs making it easier for him to pull away, that need steady, constant even.