She is hit with that need with the infusion of more of his seed. Too late she swallows down what she could though given the quantity she consumed. She burns up with a need, that tentacle felt so good drilling into her.

Even now she throbs about him use to enduring through orgasm after orgasm though in such a constant state she lost her mind! But she noticed the slime as she flicks her gaze up as he speaks seeing it hanging there as he explains matters to her before -

“GAWD!”

The feeling is intense, her sweltering body blazes like an inferno, each movement so sublime. Her eyes close as she feels that goo descending over her head. She keeps on sucking through out, her body exploding immediately as the slime makes contact in but a few short thrusts and shows no signs of letting up with that infusion of pleasure.

The demon groans as her hand continues stroking the base of his length while she troopers on keeping the firm cock buried in her tiny mouth. So amazing Daphnee... he manages to half moan half whisper in his deep rumbling voice. The tip and base were reaching new levels of sensitivity after such a recent orgasm that his hips buck slightly as she continues licking and bobbing her head.

Her other hand remained still buried in her sex so far, as the tendril began slipping more than driving in her soaked depths. The tendrils filled him with pleasure but only had the equivalent sensation of a finger to the demon. Still her body was appreciated as it clenched tightly over and over from orgasms around the invading member. His mind linked to hers from the semen he listens to her thoughts and seems to unerring drive it home over her g-spot. The relentless assault continues as it slips so deep it stops and retracts only upon striking the cervical entrance to her womb.

Meanwhile the steady stream of green slime continued to descend and amass on the crown of her bobbing head. The wet sticky weight would noticed as it oozes down her bangs, matting as it goes, reaching her eye level all the way around her head. The thick goo would feel warm and sticky in her hair as it traveled down, yet slick against her bare skin as it passes her ears and reaches her neck. Letting the flow continue the descent is maddening slow as its chemicals build and begin to affect her. The effect it is having on her is obvious the demon can tell as she explodes into another orgasm.

Her thoughts had shifted from getting him off and barely having to experience the drug o now which was receiving her own needy pleasure that he continued o bring to her as he unerringly struck areas ha had been far too sensitive now.

The squelch of that tentacle infusing with her body was loud and stead. She burned with a need swallowing him deeper a if a good job may earn her some sort of special reward. Her tongue dancing over that slit as he slime oozed down further. She could feel I in her hair, creeping down her brow, her ears, her up3er lip but before losing the ability to speak without the risk of getting slime in er mouth.

“DON'T STOP! GAWD! DON'T STOP!” And he could feel herself being undone once more ...

The demon's slime continued to engulf her beauty. Having reached her nose the stuff picks up speed as it slicky oozes down her cheeks and neck. He wipes the goo away from eyes momentarily as the stream continues. She pulls her mouth off his cock to shoutDon't stop, a couple times and it keeps going. Soon the green slime covered her collar and drips slowly down to her bare shoulders. Her purple braid becomes engulfed in the goo as it slowly begins to cover her glorious chest. The warm slick goo slides down over her nipples and he ends the flow from the mouth of his tail closing those lips tightly. Don't worry Daphnee, I won't stop until you reach the most explosive orgasm of your life, it may be too intense for you though... he ends with a chuckle, knowing most students pass out after a few under the affects of the slime.

A couple minutes had passed and he could tell she was building toward yet another orgasms on the spinning tendril between her lovely thighs. He waits as it approaches and it crashed over her like a tidal wave of bliss. He feels her sex clenching and grabbing tightly as a fresh gush of juices make her passage extra slick yet again.

Squatting down with his four knees he grabs the back of her thighs and lifts her tiny form with inhuman strength and carries her over to the teachers desk before she becomes as limp as a wet noodle. While traveling across the room the tendril never stop spinning and diving into her warm wet depths.

When he reaches the desk he sits her on the edge, and slowly lays her down. First, his strong hands reach down and grab her legs, pulling them to rest against his chest, feet up in the air to either side, two tentacles darting out to wrap her ankles and keep them upright. His large clawed hands find her perfect slime coated tits and rub gently across their slick surfaces. Slimer's finger tip dance lightly over her nipples as the drilling tentacle finally pulls free over her slick tunnel to not return.

Waiting a moment as he aligns himself, he buries himself deeply inside her already damp sex to the hilt. His cock is easily twice as wide as the tentacle and an explosion of euphoria would travel to her brain as the slime coating her has its chemicals going to work. Inch by inch the thrust into seems to take an eternity as the buries himself to the hilt, so vast is her sense of touch, yet in reality it took under a second. Setting a decent pace he begins fucking her as he lays on the smooth desk...

What was that? Her mind does not trace those thoughts as she's caught up in the rapture that engulfs her. She hardly feels her relocation as he draws her off of that cock and carries her over to that desk, her sex dribbling her juices out against the floor as he continues to drill into her though she is soon set down and laid back.

The feelings intense, she feels the trace of his hands against her breasts and it feels marvelous though he soon leaves her empty. Internal muscles squeezing down over the air. “NO!” She shouts in disapproval, her needy body aches for his return, the slime enhancing her features.

There was a sudden look of terror upon her features. Not only is he in command of dying her but she is so close to caving, to begging, she grimaces and fights back the need, the hunger but is quickly losing that battle.

But he slams back in and her head tips back. Tears roll down her face, not of pain but in relief as she cums once more around him letting out a stark cry as she clenches against him.

'OH YES! FUCK YES! YES! YES! YES!” She swallows that dick as best as she could orgasm after orgasm enhanced by that slime's effect spills out over her as she cums again and again until unconsciousness sweeps over her.

The demon finishes inserting into her depths as her young body begins its first climax gushing around him. Squeezing and milking his cock, her pussy begins heavy contractions, explosions of rapid orgasms approaching, happening and passing every few thrusts. His hands grab her breasts hard as his next orgasm tears through him, hips bucking body on fire from pleasure, he roars out in satisfaction as she uses the last of her energy to arch up and cry passionately during her final release. The demon watched as she slumps back onto the desk, his shaft still buried inside her gushing its contents, mixing with her juices.

After a few minutes, he withdraws from the slime covered student, wiping the goo from her face once more and letting her sleep on the desk. He knows she would be under full control of the muscle relaxant and probably sleeping deeply as if under anesthesia, in an half hour or so most of the evaporation would occur and even her slime gunked hair would be clean in an hour or so. With a couple hours of aphrodisiacs pumping through her system he was envious of the dreams going through her head. While he was tempted to pleasure himself with her passed out body, it simply wasn't as much fun.

Instead he gathers up his belongings and simply awaits for her to awaken and let her know her session was finished.

She sleeps for a good while, her dreams full of bliss though she doesn't recall them as they stream through her unconscious mind. Had she been conscious she would have been tormented by that insatiable need though it subsides while she sleeps.

“What time is it?” She asks as she comes around, ten as if slow to remember that they were in a classroom she looks to the wall mounted clock that hundreds of students probably wished would sped up at one point or another. Early morning. The sun was up and if the island did not lack them she would hear the chirping of the birds.

“That -” She thought back on the matter. The slime was gone though she doubted he cleaned it up given the floor was still stained by is juices. “Was intense.” She sat up though she had not gathered up her clothes just yet, not one to assume that they were finished here even if she believed that they were.

Silence for a moment, she wiped at her face remembering tears though they were not of pain, she remembered that much. “Did you … did you finish?”

The demon watch as she struggled awake, the green slime evaporated, the demon patiently watch as she awoke on the desk. Yes Daphnee, I came quite a few times, thank you kindly for that. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself last night. It was quite intense.

The demon walked over and handed her her discarded clothing. I can assume you know why they call me Slimer now. Any thoughts on last night? Was it worth it? And yes that was end of your session. The demon asked in curiosity, looking at her features she looks extremely well rested and almost positively glowing. Her hair looked shiny and unusually straight, a side effect of the green goo's chemical makeup, and her skin looked almost oil free.

The stains were not limited to just the floor, but her shoes had some stains as well, an unfortunate victims of some drippings.

Daphnee began to dress as he indicated the conclusion of this session. “Good. I was too out of it to be really considerate.” She considered the question recalling the burning need, how much she wanted it, how good it felt, how dangerously close she was to crumbling …

“I loved it. I really can't describe it. Good, nice, they fail to capture the essence of the moment properly. It's like riding a roller coaster and getting to that first incline. You go up and up and up while anticipation builds though in this case it's the build up of all that pleasure … it can be overwhelming. I'm use to lasting a fare bit longer.”

It would certainly take some getting use to.

“Saying that though I rather have a sense of what I'm doing, to ensure good 'service' in a sense.” And to stop from begging for it, she couldn't live with herself if she had resorted to begging again though the circumstances were different, begging for pleasure instead of begging for something to stop she had lumped the two together, begging was begging after all.

The demon smiled as he heard he answers, appreciating that she wanted to look out for his pleasure as well. I appreciate your words. They help me understand your experience, and help me to do my best to make it even better. Honestly, I enjoy seeing your extreme pleasure almost as much as I enjoy your best efforts, so don't fear for my pleasures.

Slimer gave a lazy stretch of his many thick limbs. He wasn't expecting such a wonderful session with Daphnee, but he certainly wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He felt more energized than he had in a long time, even with the lack of sleep.

I'm sure you have classes and other duties to attend to. For today though, please try and practice your techniques for you next session. See if you can implement what you have learned throughout your normal day. Obviously I wouldn't recommend tying a blindfold on during the middle of a class, but see if you can enter your meditative state at all.

If you do manage it, try focusing on the simplest of string challenges a simple one loop knot. The goal will be to split your focus so that you are aware of what is occurring around you while still keep all of what is Daphnee locked into holding onto the power of the darkness, your breathing, and the knot.

The demon moved to finish gathering up his satchel of supplies. Tonight please wear something comfortable for a long walk. We have a couple sessions yet and I do want to help you as much as possible to have these lessons be worth it to you.

Before he leaves, he walks up and strokes her cheek softly and then turns to leave.

She would worry about his pleasure though, it was just in her nature to be far more accommodating to those that did not hurt or torment her. There were times he was close to shattering, to begging, but he never pushed her that far, close, as if he were aware of her crumbling nature.

“Alright, I shall try. Meet at the same time and place? And can you tell me about where we are going or the terrain type so I can select the appropriate attire?”

After an answer her cheek I rubbed. There were three sessions left though she had wished there were more.

The demon turned back towards his most recent lover, Daphnee, we are just going for a nice midnight stroll through the woods. I would say something that allows you to move comfortably, and since we have all night, I would recommend something comfortable in the way of shoes. Maybe pants if you worry about scrapes from grasping branches. Tomorrow night dusk as usual, and I can simply meet you outside your dorm.

“Alright then,” she wasn't expecting to be taken out to dinner or something but where they were going reflected on what she would wear.



She met her outside of the Prefect dorms, the larger ones and had forgotten to remind him that she was no longer in “general pop” this worried her in that she was out after curfew and someone could show up before him.

Daphnee even though she heard some rustling in the brush, something attempting to scar her to get her ready for the festivities perhaps though before anything could happen he had appeared to her relief.

Her hair was loose today, man she changed the style in which she wore it a lot. She wore a simple black and gray shirt and he usual wrist guards with her green trench coat on over it. The German flag stitched upon it. She wore black polished boots and blue shorts, the entirety of her legs covered with black stockings.

There was a book bag that she carried, a simple watch that had seen better days and of course the collar. She had almost forgotten about the collar. It had remained quiet this week after all.

The demon appeared from the nearby bushes and approached his student. She certainly had a unique sense of fashion, which delighted the demon, he never knew what to expect. She wore many dark colors offset by the green of her usual trench coat. She wore her purple hair loose, another first. She was as creative there as with her outfit seeing almost every possible style except maybe a mohawk, a headband, or a bun. A watch made it appearance as well as her usual collar and wrist guards.

Good evening Daphnee, you look sumptuous as usual. If you are ready to begin lets head out. The demon walked next to her and headed towards a path behind the gymnasium not far from their first meeting place. Walking paths had been created through certain parts of the island, even though it was devoid of natural ones created by animals frequenting water or food.

Let's begin, he says after they had walked for ten minutes or so. Start your exercises. I chose a walk as today we will incorporate your learning with the simple distraction of simply walking. Control over your meditation is challenging even when sitting still in silence and peace. To be pratical though, it needs to be usable while life happens.

Focus on your mind, and imagine the darkness infinite. Relax your body, one foot in front of the other, breath in and release through the nose. Finally, when you are ready, form the most rudimentary of knots. As we go and you feel confident raise the complexity and difficulty to something you can manage.

It was a simple start to a simple task, but one must learn to crawl before they can walk. In this case, the time for crawling was over as they continued on their moonlight stroll.

“Thank you,” she responds with a blush. Mohawk and head bands would be out, a bun possible though with the lack of time on her hands the mot complicated hair style she went for was a braid and even then she had to have a good deal of time on her hands.

As they walked she had a question. “My collar … did you do anything to it this week?” A simple yes or no would do, she was just curious after all since it had been some time that the dinner bell sounded so to speak.

She received her instructions and nods. They were still going to be walking? Was he going to be blind folded too? It did not seem so and she tried to get her focus which was a fair bit harder this time. She kept with it though, that was one thing about her. Either she was stubborn or did not wish to displease him or both.

Darkness, well at least there were no bugs or wild animals that could distract her. The first knot began to materialize in her mind as she regulated her breathing ...