Ah! What a lovely new student to introduce to the island. Slarr had first seen June was see was getting off of the plane along with the other new arrivals. The thing was he debated over the week whether to involve Ania or Birch in his fun or to fly solo on this one.

Several times he had tried to corner her and several times he was distracted at the last moment. It was grating, but not today! As she was in her first classes of the day he let himself in both invisible and gaseous until he was inside where he became visible and solid.

There was a lot of waiting time today so he raided the fridge and cabinets. My word she had a sweet tooth! He ignored most of it in favor of those strawberry treats that set him into a good mood.

Already June was scoring points and she wasn't even here. The crème de la crème had to be the strawberry flavored ice cream he wound up helping himself too. He was sitting at the kitchen table eating ice cream straight out of the cartoon when he heard the beep of the door lock as her ID/key card passed through it.

AWWW! There was still ice cream left but it was show time. He went invisible but first stuck the ice ream in the fridge before he would make his greeting ...

A new year, a new season, a new school. The young freshman had been warned that first weeks were hectic, but man she hadn't imagined this. Meeting new people, meeting important people, hunting down clubs, homework, extra classes she'd elected to take out of over-inflated ego and ignorance... by the time the poor girl made it back to her dorm after her last class of the week, she was about ready to sleep the entire weekend away. She might have, too, were it not for homework.

One beep, one click, one clack. June let the door swing shut behind her and leaned heavily upon it, let out an exasperated sigh, and dropped her bag to the ground, though apparently still with enough presence of mind to make it fall neatly in the corner. The theme fit for her whole room, in fact; neatly organized and immaculately clean, decorated in calm, spring blues and greens with a few matching pictures of nature for the rare occasion she decided to study inside. She might have even been wearing a matching dress were school uniforms not standard; though whoever thought to make these skirts so short was clearly thinking about spring or summer... or something else entirely. She still kept it well-pressed and tidy, however, the hem of that thigh-high skirt pulled down as far as it could reasonably go, though not far enough as to block the appreciable view of silky, slender legs.

It wasn't the only silky exposure she would make either, thinking herself alone as she did. Idle hands loosened the collar and unbuttoned her blouse in preparation to change, exposing a simple white bra and small but pert cleavage. She let the fabric hang loosely from her shoulders as she stepped into her little makeshift kitchen area, long since deciding that she needed sugar more than a change of clothes. Bending forward without a care in the world, she looked into her little personal fridge and reached for the...

Funny thing about photographic memory. Noticing things out of place was just something that happened naturally, especially within one's carefully controlled personal space. She stared blankly at the scene for a few moments before finally removing the offending carton of ice cream and staring at it with an accusing glare. She looked inside to find far less than she had left it with and glared all the harder. How peculiar. She didn't have a roommate, and the doors locked automatically, so how on earth was someone eating her snacks? The janitor, maybe? She had been told they were responsible for their own space, and there wasn't exactly anything to clean in here besides. She shook her head and sighed. She'd have to ask around and see if this was normal. Maybe talk to a head girl to see if there was anything she could do to prevent further incidents. Money wasn't exactly abundant, and while she didn't mind sharing she would have at least liked to be asked for permission. Not to mention the far more concerning issue of someone breaking into her room. She made a concerned sound much like the chirp of a bird before returning the carton to its proper place. She hadn't exactly lost her appetite, but she was suddenly very inclined to search her room for anything else that might have been stolen. A task she took to with anxious efficiency.

He was standing in at the entrance to the kitchen, gazing out with those lemon yellow eyes and he found himself beginning to stiffen as she began to undress. Certainly if she did hat it would be easier for him in the long run not that he had any issue about taring them off of her either like he gift wrapping of a present.

She stopped though and Slarr near groaned to himself as his gaze was locked upon her. Had she heard something? She was drawing near … no, her demeanor did no project that she was aware of anything.

Side stepping he was close enough to grab those gorgeous blond locks and had o resist himself. All in time, he had told himself though his heart began to race as the Belzar watched as he took out that ice cream.

He did not share well … that was his, there was nothing that would tell him other wise and he nearly became visible then, more so when she opened up that carton and gazed inside.

It was obvious hat someone had eaten it and without a roommate it made matters far more interesting for him, no interruptions after all.

She put the carton back though and it was obvious that she found something off here as she should. He side stepped again and gave her a bit of a head start before he followed fly just 6” or so off of the ground.

When he landed in he bedroom doorway it was obvious that she was looking over her things..

“I didn't steal anything,” and he became visible, leaning against the door frame as a spark of flame danced on his index finger then went out. Out the window or through him, it had been the two options of escape.

He had thought about doing the Hollow Man thing but could no longer resist. “Your ice cream was good though but let's get to the real dessert ...”

The young blonde didn't have long to wait before at least one of her questions was answere. By a disembodied voice no less. Suddenly the suspense and uncertainty didn't seem so bad. A cold chill shot up her spine when she recognized the voice as male, something she had been assured was not here, not to mention how sinister it sounded besides. Beyond sinister, really, for it came with the implication that he, if the creature could be called such, had been here the whole time. No, she couldn't believe that. He must have just snuck back in while she was distracted.

She turned slowly and a shadow of horror fell over her features as her eyes beheld the unbelievable creature before her, yellow eyes smoldering with what she could only define as hunger and ashen body blocking the door. Instinctively her legs tread backwards, still moving slow with spring-like tension showing in every slender muscle on that tiny body. She let out a little squeak as she stumbled back against her bed, but wouldn't take her eyes off of him.

"W-whha?" she stammered, trying to get out all her questions at once (who, what, when, how, and why chiefest among them), but not succeeding at at any. Ultimately she decided that she didn't want to know; that the sooner she could get away the better.

"H-... help yourself." she chirped out in a higher pitch than she'd intended, gesturing towards the kitchen in the greatest of wishful thinking. After all, the creature had spoken in clear english and seemed to have conscious intelligence. He'd also eaten ice cream, something she didn't imagine a flesh-eating monster would do.

She stumbled back and though I was obvious by her reaction that she had not encountered other creatures yet his lemon yellow eyes widen. He was never he first to greet a student, at best he had been third was back in the days he had been paired with Slarr and Birch.

He glanced back toward the kitchen, the offer distracted him for a moment. He grinned. “Thank you, but now I hunger for other things. You are already on the bed though so let's make use of it.”

Slarr stepped into the room keeping his focus on her seeing hat he was her first experience (he surmised). He hooked a thumb at his chest. “I am called Slarr, you?”

He savored this moment, his eyes crawling over her. It as ironic, he was seen as fairly weak b the others but she was afraid of him. He liked that, with fear came respect and with he inhibitors in place over powering her would be easy …

She had earned points with the ice cream and other sweets so he had not dove straight into matters just yet.

Make use of the bed? Now that implication was not lost on her. Her eyes widened again and a sickening terror settled into her gut. She'd never imagined losing her virginity in the traditional sense, only having eyes for women as she did, but this was just too far. This can't be happening.

She kicked off the bed, now seeing it as an accessory to this horrible experience, and retreated, spinning once as she banged her hip painfully against the bedpost and landing lightly in the corner. Suddenly the room seemed miles smaller, and that sinister thing, Slarr by name apparently, much much too close.

"June..." she responded automatically, then reprimanded herself for giving personal information to the man who was likely about to rape her. But what could she do? Even if she knew about the inhibitors they wouldn't have made a difference. June was not a fighter; not an athlete by any sense of the word. Nor did she possess any supernatural abilities that seemed to be springing up around the world, unless her intellect could be counted as such. No, she was a talker, and in any similar situation she'd ever read from her fantasy novels, blind lust could not be talked down; in fact, pleading tended only to make the lust stronger. The damsel invariably always needed to be saved at the last second by her knight in shining armor. But this was not fiction. There was no knight coming to save her; to everyone else she was "safe" in her own room. She needed to do something.

"W-wait! Stay back. I'll scream. L-look, whatever you're looking for, I don't have it. But I can be useful, yes? Let me go and I'll help you with anything you need. We can start with all the ice cream you could ever want." With her quivering voice the bargain sounded far too much like begging than she was comfortable with, but it wasn't like she'd ever taken the time to practice a situation like this. She still wasn't even entirely sure it wasn't just a fevered dream. Unfortunately she simply could not afford to treat it as such. Her life was on the line for all she knew, and if not that then at least something almost equally precious.

“June ...” he spoke her name, an amused smirk on his lips as she hip her hip and wound up in the corner. He had not stopped coming though, not until she had made mention of ice cream where he halted suddenly.

“Strawberry ice cream?” He seemed to ponder that. “Remove your skirt and shirt and let me think.” She had something he had wanted of course, contrary to what she might have believed. He was thinking about the treat, rubbing his chin he was distracted only a little, her near nakedness, the fact that this was her first experience on the island, both would serve as smelling salts to him, of course she had to comply with getting undressed. He was in a good mood thus far and so had not simply torn her clothes from her. He had to say, having her do it would be a refreshing change ...

No! Nonononono- But then he stopped. Had... had it truly worked?! "Y-yes! Strawberry ice cream by the gallon!"

She paused at the "request", uncomfortable with the idea for a multitude of reasons, none the least of which the thought that losing clothing would only encourage him more. Men were brutish pigs who could only think with one head at a time, though she didn't know how that might translate to another species (if indeed it was, and not just a stow-away in disguise). He was thinking with the top one now, possibly, but how might seeing her even more naked than she already was change that? However, once again she was confronted with the question of what choice she really had... what might he do if she refused? It did seem prudent not to provoke him while he was being reasonable... relatively.

"Okay..." she finally decided, her cheeks lighting up a few shades at the mere thought of it, "But don't try anything. These walls are thin. If I scream everyone will hear."

Reluctantly, and with an expression that made it seem like the process was painful to her, she slipped the open blouse from her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. The process of dropping the skirt was even slower, her face practically glowing in embarrassment, but it did eventually pass the curve of her hips and drop smoothly to the floor. She wasn't immodest enough not to close her legs and cross her arms over her chest in abject shame, nor would she be willingly removing her bra and panties any time soon, but she was notably as naked as she'd ever been around another soul. She couldn't help feeling a little dizzy at the thought.

Right, the walls were thin but let her believe that if it comforted her. “I'll keep that in mind.” She did as instructed and she was standing their, barely clothed. His eyes searching for scars and other blemishes a ell as taken in those curves as he took another step closer to get a better look.

He gestured for her to sit on he bed though he was still considering between her or the ice cream. “You've never done this before?” But he had not stopped for her to confirm or deny this. It did not matter and he had thought that he had made up his mind. Today blonds won out over strawberries though it may have been because he had eaten so much before hand.

“You have earned some points with the ice cream but I'm afraid that you are seeming far more appealing than strawberries. Lay back, I will give you a chance to persuade me though … get to speaking.”

He neared further preparing himself for her resistance at this point. Either she would comply and try to persuade him or attempt to make a brake for it, especially since that door was still open tempting her with the possibility.

Of course he could be persuaded to leave her alone for the time being at least. If she came up with something good that was ...

She shook her head emphatically at the question, whether he meant getting naked in front of someone, sex, or getting accosted by a monsters, she had most certainly never done them. Nor did she intend to let today break that. The way he made it sound, 18 years was a pretty good milestone for no scary monster sex, but if she had any say over it she'd every intention of extending that record another 60-100 years. The gesture multi-purpose too, for her head shake could easily be interpreted as her refusing to return to the bed; which it just so happened her legs did indeed refuse to move, frozen in fear to the spot as it looked more and more like the creature did not care for her offer.

An assessment that proven all too true. She was 'too appealing', so he was just going to force himself on her? What kind of twisted... this was just too much. She could feel her heart pounding away furiously in her chest and a few tears sliding down her cheeks. "Why are you doing this? Why me?"

Her voice quivered on the verge of breaking as she tried to find something- anything to work with. Then her eyes settled on the door. She may not have been an athlete, but how far did she really need to go to get help? This was a dorm after most classes had ended. It should be positively filled with students. A head girl, maybe. Surely this place had security. Her eyes quickly returned the the advancing figure so as not to give away her thoughts. Yes, if he didn't give her anything to work with for talking her way out she would run. Scream. Kick. Fight. ANYTHING to save herself.

Tears? He cocked his head to the side not truly understanding (or caring to). He wasn't carving hr up and while it was something he often did she had not given him any trouble thus far and had even won a few points given the treats he had helped himself to.

But she stopped moving to the bed too. The Smoke Devil paused in his advance as he saw that brief look to that door. It was enough to tell him she was thinking of it or the thought crossed her mind.

Without looking he pointed an index finger behind him and fired off a bead of flame. His control of fire allowed him to snuff it out, a mere sample to show her just what that option would yield for her. He gestured to the bed before him and to her left.

“I won't tell you again. I am still undecided but why I am doing this?” He considered the question for a moment a if he had never been asked that, pausing in his advance. To prove he was no longer that weak imp, that he had advanced in his abilities? No, he was Belzar …

“Because I can. The strong take from the weak." What a rare treat that she was untouched … rare indeed for him a it would be his first being someone's first and that had tipped the scales further in taking her but still he would allow her to at least attempt to sway him of course he could always forfeit that right and attempt to make a break for it. He was guessing that she would comply though fear did some cray shit ...

And there it was. Just like that the last two points of hope flitted away like that little fire. The display was enough to elicit a squeak of surprise from her, heat far and away yet still she felt it all the way through her soul. It told her one simple thing. There was no escape. At least not fast enough before she'd be burned to a crisp. This was growing more and more beyond fantasy. How was such a thing even possible? And most importantly why was it interested in sex? Yes, that was the second point that drained her. He had his mind made up, even if he tried to say otherwise. No escape by foot or by word... her hope was gone.

Both hands came up over her mouth to hide the frantic breathing and weakened legs failed her, sending her sliding down the wall to her knees. She would have obeyed; she really didn't want to die, but her legs just would not move. His reason was a simple "because he can"... how did you reason with that? He could indeed; not even human, the contest wasn't fair at all. It couldn't even be called a contest. This was the end. There was nothing she could do to stop him. Weak and helpless. To make matters worse she could feel that telltale tingle between her legs, of all the times for her body to betray her. Too much suspense, she knew. Too much time for her imagination to run wild and too much bloodflow from her sheer panic.

She shook her head again, tears flowing freely. "Please... please don't... I can't... ohgods I'll do anything!"

Her reaction had been precious. He grinned as she collapsed to her knees realizing that it was hopeless to run. He came forth moving her hand away from her mouth as his prehensile tale coiled about her forearm tugging away her arm gently.

His fingers rubbing against her chin, his eyes set upon her. “Perhaps there is something ...”

A glimmer of hope that he had cast into the well of despair. He was a creature of bargains after all and while in such situations he did not tend to bargain given that there was an opportunity to be a pioneer here rather than a mere follower.

“Anything?” He paused for effect and thought briefly. She was a virgin and probably not very good at this sort of thing rather than being a natural.

“Give me a blow job. If you are good enough I won't take you. If you are good enough I will give you a stay of execution so to speak for a week. If you are terrible at it then you give up both your precious holes rather than just one. Or we can skip all that and cut straight to it. Your call.”

He brushed his hand down the side of her neck and grinned giving her a moment to answer ...

A tail. Fantastic. More and more this creature was looking the quintessential "devil", besides the... ice cream thing... that was just out of place in general. June had never been the religious sort, but the comparison was hard to ignore and even harder to not worry about. She flinched as the appendage neared, quivering arm completely pliant to his guiding touch.

If she was surprised by his gentle handling, it was nothing compared to the excited shock of that little glimmer of hope. A way out! The time didn't matter. A week was more than enough to seek protection from the school and arrange a swift departure. Surely she would not be the only student dropping out in the first week. From what she'd researched, that sort of thing was not at all uncommon. The specifics of the ultimatum though... now that was truly distressing. She couldn't refuse; there was every reason to believe that his patience and self-amused leniency ended here, especially since her mind was too addled to think up a counter-bargain he would accept. Heck, this suspicious bit of "mercy" was already more than she ever would have expected from one with such insurmountable advantages. Or maybe that was the point. The egotistical type, then. His prey was already caught and secured, so toying with her was just part of the fun. Some sort of horrible, twisted foreplay.

But of all the tasks she could have performed, a blow job? She barely knew what a penis looked like from junior high sex ed. She'd never even imagined how to please one, only having fantasies of women as she did. To make matters worse, the consequences of failure were beyond awful. Both holes? He would break her... the fire was even starting to seem preferable. Her eyes held wide, worry set near permanently on her brow and tears refused to stop despite her attempts to blink and sniffle them away, but Slarr would eventually feel the slow, delicate nod of assent in his hand. "Y-yessir..."

She got it. He was the cat and she were the mouse. All his to play with and toy with but he was brutally honest when he came to bargains. Of course there was the fact that she could have been skilled with her mouth to keep her purity intact.

She could have been a pro at this but he was going on the assumption that her experience was less than stellar in that regard judging by the tears. “Excellent. And since I'm in a rather good mood I'll give you a hint. Using your teeth is bad. Bonus points if you loose that top and show me those titties.”

He doubted that she would comply though. The back of his hand caressing her cheek. “But let's get started my dear.”