The demon listened to her assurance that time was not the issue, Good, I would hate to feel rushed. He groans softly teasing him with her body, his shaft slipping up her slit, the tip blazing the trail, her hole slowly passing until the tip finally reaches her magic button and the reversing coarse once more.

If tonight is what I get for leaving you in control, its something that will have to happen more. I must admit their are times when my predatory genes are hyped up and the hormones are flowing and there is no better way to deal with it than taking control and having my way with you as my wild side takes over, but this has been perfect. He looks deeply into her green eyes, you don't have to beg, unless you want to? Right now I'm considering begging if you keep it up, the demon says jokingly as he gives her ass a playful smack.

She continues to move slowly, sensually, as she describes another monster as the source of her fear, well then there is a simple solution. Any time I slime you or you are under the influence of my aphrodisiacs, I will just have to keep you occupied until the effects wear off.

It wasn't long after that a slowly slide up of her hips led higher than normal, her tight sex pausing at his cock's tip and she begins to let him inside her perfect place. Warm wet walls slip aside for the intruder, squeezing so hard at first he didn't think he would make it. Gradually he does and the warmth encircles his member, the tight opening squeezing around his girth as she slowly descends inch by inch taking more of him inside her. The change in sensations was unexpected and mind blowing. From teasing to her hot spongy body, it was one of the best ends to such build that he could ever imagine.

Words could not describe the feeling of finally being inside her, only the passionate grunt as it finally happened would suffice.

Provided that he did not savage her she had been fine with him letting go every once and a while. She could only grin though, pleased that he had approved of the matter. To have control every once in a while had been grand.

She teased herself against his body making him feel each portion of him that she could give him. He could take if he pleased, that was an option here thought he had remarkable self control or perhaps he was interested in seeing how far she would take this.

She flicked her gaze away, thinking for a quick second as to what she could have in store before a smack on her ass gathers her attention to something that is painfully obvious.

“I did not wish to impose,” she began. “But that works.”

As long as she did not wind up vulnerable someplace. “Though there is no need to beg. Ask and I doubt there is much I would deny you … anything involving my dorm room at least anything sexual happening there. Begging, betraying my Mistress …. that's pretty much it.”

Begging even in a good way was a shade of gray that she did not wish to deal with. She had been late in her first year when she made the vow to herself not to plead or beg for it rarely did any good, actually it did no good for the few who had dealt with her on a rational level did not require her to reach that state.

The demon's face turns to one of pleasant lustful hunger as she slowly slides down he thick cock, until she sit impaled completely on the large member. She seems content to hold there, and the demon slides one hand that hand been gently squeezing her ass to her other breast, palming and rubbing the orb gently.

He was a little confused at her words, How would you be imposing on me? His legs still squatted around the branch, he begins rotating his hips, his cock slowly stirring around inside her depths. He was giving her control, but he thought she may enjoy some minor tricks of his own. She had shown him quite a few tricks already tonight and guessed she had shown what she had intended to, and he was pleased.

He could see the sense in wanting to be left alone in her room, a place where one rested was ultimately their home, their sanctuary. While I find mounting pleasure through waiting fun, as you have shown it to me on my end tonight, I really don't see the need to make you beg for anything either. Ask of me, and typically I am happy to grant requests.

The demon hands hands continued to play, the one on her ass cheek massaging with soft squeezes while the one on her chests, rubbing over her nipple with his palm in soft slow circles.

As for you mistress Vera, I see your loyalty to her. When I first met you I had considered asking you to betray her, or to provide me information on her, but when we made our deal I knew where your loyalties lay in that regard.

It felt more than nice, a feeling of fullness as his hand rested over her ass. She was held there and felt that large portion of him inside those folds that washed over him as she rested there in his lap, her mind processing those words.

“Just in case it were an issue,” though he had not done so and she was not expecting to be tucked in there were those that had finished with her and simple discarded her. One of the reasons she went about with her “survival” pack. It was easier to simple change clothes after an attack rather than having to sneak about naked and it took a callous being to dig out her second set of clothes and destroy them too after getting what they wanted,

Still it was good to check on this ahead of time.

But he explained what good have been and she froze. That would have done neither of them any good. She remembered all the harsh lessons that Therion taught her that night and he was merely attempting to drive a wedge between Slave and Mistress. He had succeeded in cutting her off from her fellow students, messing with her mind and body, cursing her … but he had not taken that from her though the cost had been great indeed.

“That would have … hurt ….” She admitted. “I would not consciously betray her, and passing on information that could be used against her wouldn't be something I'd do either. Harmless information like her favorite color I would if I saw no harm in it though the chances that you'd be after that information would only tell me that you were obsessed with her and planned on deepening matters a bit further.

“Even if I were to suffer as a cost of it.”

She had explained as she sat over his dick. “Though this is so much better, wouldn't you agree?” She clenches down on him as if for emphasis. So close to another torture session she realized but she had always expected matters of such a sort. This worked out better for her and as far as she could tell for him as well to have someone so willing to tend to his needs … that may have been different enough to keep him interested for the time being at least.

The demon was lodged in her depths as they continued their intimate conversation. The demon smiled, taking my delights with your body until I'm satisfied even after you have reached your limits is certainly no imposition, and any creature who would think so is a fool. Watching you rest peacefully afterwards, to make sure you are in the best condition possible for our next meeting would only make sense.

His hand continues sliding along the soft flesh of her breast as they talk. It slides softly into the valley between her peeks, rubbing gently.

Honestly her favorite color would mean little to me. As for my reasons for the knowledge it is not an obsession in the manner you suggest. I won't lie, I have had her body on a few occasions and while she is well trained in pleasure, she doesn't hold a candle to your offerings. My obsession as you put it, is more for reasons of my own unique sense of justice. She merely holds a position of power in hopes of escaping a fate she would damn all her peers to.

As he talks, his hands squeezes her backsides, softly kneading the flesh.

She is selfish for that, yet that may have been understandable. Its her desire to manipulate those near her into serving her as more than subordinate to leader. She changes them into giving loyalty by playing on their needs, never truly offering anything of herself. No bond given, no love shared, simply tools to be used.

The demon turns his other hands attention to running it through her silky soft purple hair.

Its the culmination of it all that makes her worse than any monster simply seeking pleasures on the island. Its the combined total that makes her worse than someone committing acts of atrocity simply because they are following orders. She will use any and all, will never take a risk, would sell anyone, betray them, and why, purely for her own safety and promises of a return to home. For all of it, I do have a passion to see that her end culminating goal of her return home fail. I want all her evil acts, and decisions to be for nothing, her efforts fruitless.

He rotates his hips counterclockwise, switching the delightful stirring to the opposite direction. The motion causing more rubbing of her magic pearl by his smooth body.

While you may see her for what see wants you to see, I see something I have seen before and its as close to evil incarnate as one can get. Should my justice fail so be it, but it seems an effort worth making.

Well, that certainly made sense. A being that appreciated what he had rather than the normal discardment of her once they had finished. Perhaps that had earned him marks in that they were dealing with each other again in the near future and after their seventh meeting she was sure that she would see him again.

Daphnee listened to him. Therion apparently had her Mistress as well though she was aware that all that was in the past before she was a servant. She considered what was being said to her though. It was news to her, at one stage when she was capable of opening up about her attacks Vera had pointed out that it was her own delusions acting up again.

With Therion she was left to wonder if this was true or not though with another admission she was certain that her Mistress knew about these matters now. It made her question what she was told once again, did Vera have the power to keep her out of slavery? And here she had been striving for a means of saving her from slavery too.

She did not know. With her being so open to matters now had she sealed her fate as a future slave or was there something behind the words of her Mistress. She did not ever consider that Vera would outright lie, even with the delusions/monsters it was phrased in such a way that it could be her mental state and not a denial of the truth she realized.

How could she respond to that? She had pledge herself and knew that this was not about affection. For her it had gone to other needs and she was confused. Some of what he had said she had felt herself but thought nothing of it, she was the tool to be used or discarded. Was he that much of a threat to her Mistress? Was her Mistress involved in this matter deeper than she believed? She had always wondered how far this went, if her Mistress knew.

His movements below her felt nice of course, a slow stir of her juices as he rotated his hips. She was silent, absorbing matters, trying to make sense of it all.

“I think … I think she just wants to go home. I do too.”

But after Bria set her up she could not to so to a fellow student, not that the thought had ever occurred to her. She did not need to hear any more, not that it was ever likely that her Mistress would tell her anything in regards to Slimer, or that he would seek to use her against her Mistress knowing of her stance and loyalty though she was in a tight spot the friend that had two friends that could not stand one another it seemed …

She thought this over though. If she reported back to Vera about another monster the matter would probably be dismissed or very little might be revealed if she dropped names … she figured that a name dropped might grab her attention but there was the collar to consider too, the one that kept her silent from her fellow students so she could not warn her Mistress without repercussions. Clearly that left her torn … a warning might be worth the visit from Therion that her Mistress would suffer … no, Vera probably knew already and she wasn't going to visit Therion on anyone if it could be helped.

“I cannot say anything to her, the collar forbids it.”

Well the collar is another matter altogether, and I will look into its removal my dear Daphnee. As for Vera say as much as you wish. I think she takes me for a sex crazed fool, like some of the other monsters on this island. I merely tried and failed to break her with those means. Clearly the wrong approach. I think thats 's enough worrying about that monster though. I'm sorry if my words upset or distracted you. Let's focus on our pleasures, what we need in the right here and right now. Is there anything you need that would help? Or would you like to go back to showing me more of your special tricks? The demon asked, a devilish grin on his face.

The hand leaves her chest and return to her other butt cheek. Cupping both cheeks he lifts and pulls her halfway up his shaft and lets her descend gently.

She wiggles a finger in front of his face. “I should rephrase that. I could tell her but at a great cost so I won't tell her as long as I have to worry about this collar and even when it's removed I'm likely to wait a few weeks to ensure that it just doesn't come back.” She explained the bit of a bind that she was in with the collar.

“Distracted there for a bit. Matching up what I knew, re-evaluating other matters.” As for tricks and such she had a few things though the location made a bit of a difference as did the surroundings.

“But I digress, your right.” She is drawn up that shaft by his powerful hands and while gravity would bring her back down she rushes the process thunking her hips downward as she descends to the hilt of his rod, gyrating her his before climbing upward slowly before shifting her hips down suddenly.

“UHHHH!” Fingers grasp his shoulders as she moves against him a series of slow and fast thrusts against him, her passage tight and throbbing against him all the while.

Slimer listens as she tells him removing the collar may end up in the disclosure of what he just told her in targeting Vera. Honestly, the demon didn't care. He knew that she knew he was looking to break her. How far he was going to do so remained to be seen. While the demon may have had the single goal of fucking Daphnee's brains out, it was true he would potentially have done so while she was simply unwilling. Being raped as his fuck toy, he had sparked a bargain with her, and even more importantly he never lied to her.

As he lifts her she begins thrusting down on her own, the rapid bouncing of her hips throws the matter completely from his mind. The wet squishing, and their mutual moans take the place of the odd conversation given their opposing view points.

She begins short shallow bounces, throwing her pelvis down rapidly, and her juices begin to coat her lovely passage once more. The lubrication makes her delicious sex feel like his cock is surrounded by pure pleasure, a rise and fall of a glorious wet, squishy, glorious velvet glove, whose opening had the sole intention and hugging his cock and massaging it. Tight and slick she rides him as he returns not only returns to full mast, but he begins to lose himself to the pleasure.

He begins bucking his hips upwards, trying to time his thrusts up to meet hers down, a wet slap sounding their full union.

It had seemed as if she and her Mistress had approached this matter in two different ways. As long as she wasn't hurt she would be a willing participant. She had many long nights of pain that she wished to avoid and while she had known that he had to indulge himself like the others on the island from time to time Daphnee did not let that color her own experiences too much.

She was not in control of what happened when it did not detail her in some way and she had doubted that she would see anything play out between the two. She had gone so long in keeping matters more or less to herself that being freed from the collar would only give her the option of disclosure.

Unless she pressed the issue she doubted Vera would pay the matter any real attention though perhaps by the time of it's removal she could dissuade Slimer at least a little for she realized that she could not hope to do it all in one fell swoop. She wouldn't attempt to shift his interests to another though, not even Bria who she now despised. It took a lot for her to hate another. The experience with Marlin wasn't too bad as far as her experiences went through it was more the sneakiness in being set up, just how in the beginning that she felt that Bria had set her up once more with a feigned apology.

Though for now it did not matter. He was unconcerned and she still had the collar. Perhaps it was best to tell Anne rather than Vera directly, she would think of it later. Of course she had given Slimer reason not to have the dreaded collar removed but it did not seem to concern him and for it's removal she may have retained her silence seeing that her Mistress probably already knew. But that was neither here or there.

What mattered right now was that euphoric feeling, the rise and fall of her body over that rod. Slow at first but increasing in tempo as he drilled into her from below. Fingers latched onto his shoulders as her lips cascaded to his neck. Gasps parting them as she consumed him.

“UHHHH! AHHHH!”

The demon lost himself in the feel of her tight insides squeezing and churning as she began sliding up and down his firm shaft. His head dives forward, one hand lifting a breast to his lips, while his other remains on her ass helping to lift her up and down. His tongue wraps her nipple, as his mouth suctions over the tender pad surrounding it. He slides that wet muscles rapidly over each side and swirls the nubs repeatedly in his mouth.

Faster and faster he lifts her hoping to help her reach a blissful release in response to all the teasingly wonderful pleasures she had given him a short while before.

She moves up and down his girth as he presses inside moist and tight folds. A mouth affixes itself to one of her breasts that bounce up and down as she rides over him feeling the mounting pleasure as she is helped along.

Daphnee falters as she gasps out in pleasure. “OH GAWD!” She cries out, fingers tightening against his shoulders as she feels that passion sweep over her, that intense feeling as cracks begin to spring up in that damn.

She's almost there! A buzz flows through her as her body ripples over and around his. She draws a hand from him reaching behind her as she leans back offering up more of herself in the process as well as making it easier to reach her goal as she fondles his balls at the same time that damn cracks, the tension of her release flowing out over him as she screams out in release.

His lips are peeled from her breast as she leans back and puts one hand on the mossy log, and the other fondles his balls. The arch of her back, made every rise and fall stroke his engorged cock against her g-spot. Her sex quickly becomes soaked and he knows she won't be long. Soon her shout accompanies a great release as he feels her sex rapidly clasping against him. The squeezing is delicious, and he tries his best to hold out while she cums so hard on his lap.

He lifts and drops her throughout the orgasm giving her little respite from the overwhelming pleasure. His hand slips into her silky purple hair at the back of her neck and he takes in her beautiful face as she orgasms hard. Her hand caressing his balls as his hips slam up to meet every downward thrust, he tells her Your amazing Daphnee, cum for me, feel the euphoria, I'm gonna cum soon. You can have me inside or out, whatever you need I am yours for the night.

His breather gets deeper, hoarser, and he can feel the tell tale throb rapidly approaching.

“Soooo gooood,” she's not allowed to come down from that euphoric high as she's arched back deeply grinding against his lap. She moans out, a shock of purple hair grasped and pulled back so that he could see her face.

His throb is felt, his question heard though he states that he's not planning on going anywhere and so she does not have to worry about that craving afterward.

“I-Inside … AHHH ...” She gasps out again feeling that ache pulse through her. After shocks follow in the wake of her orgasm sweeping her back up in the throes of agonizing bliss. After all they had the time available to them.

His hips slam upward, meeting every downward thrust, wet slapping filling the air, their combined moans enough to fill the once quiet clearing with a chorus. Genitals rubbing, skin sliding the demon was lost in the passion of her womanly depths. When she came hard, her passage flooded, leaving him with the slick friction of euphoria only fantasies could imagine.

Slam, slam, slam their privates met and passions flared. It wasn't long before she told him to cum inside her that he followed her order, ready to give himself to the night of pure passionate pleasures. She hide guided him and had shown him incredible heights and as he reached the peak he was not left wanting. Her womanly body grasped and milked him like no other, sex making their union of limbs, a combining of two into one.

His seed shot forth like a geyser, nay a volcano, nay a supernova, the pressure he imagined would be enough to lift her completely into orbit following such a wonderful session of foreplay. Yet grounded she remained to his astonishment, and she simply took the jets of seed deeply into her womb. Had they been compatible such a load would have made him a prize winning stud in any competition. Here they remained though, hips locked in a dance that had no losers, only givers and takers, and they both took more than a bank robber on a holiday.

His molten seed filled her greedy passage, coating the tunnel in its warm sticky goo. The flood reversed, his chemicals flooded her system. Her baby making passage a ruin of white cum, there slapping became a sloshing his hand pulling her purple hair back, as he cried to the newly formed moon. Finally, his fluids gushed free as he filled her like no other had or would and he was left embedded deeply inside, sour sweet scent of their unholy act filling the air.