With no place to go, the cum filled her inflating her stomach slightly as she answers his cries with those of her own. Her insides had been a mess at that stage though she had not cared. It brought to her a fullness and there was that tingle that began to build. So familiar, so warm as it spread out through her.

The beginning seeds of that aphrodisiac began and it was much to late to stop that buzz even if she had wanted too.

The pale moonlight cascaded over her skin and one hand held his shoulder as her lips found his own drinking of them until they needed air then sweeping down his neck as she opened up his shirt, his her tongue swirling against the nipple of his chest before lightly biting down on it, nibbling softly.

She stilled against his lap for a moment then began a slow grinding motion once more as that need began to blossom greater than it had already obtained.

Her body took the full load, a sense of fullness before the incoming wave of heat passed through her. It would start slow, a tingling at her extremities before it became a warmth flowing through her body. It would become a heat targeting her erogenous zones. Breasts, pussy, neck, thighs, and finally her brain. The need had come and it had come on strong.

Her mouth latches hungrily to his, her tongue seeking his, wrapping sliding almost in an aggressive dance. She seals his mouth with her own until finally breaking the lip lock for oxygen and no more.

She bites his nipple and she screams in pleasure and shock. Finally leaning back, her hips start rocking and gyrating, sending spasms of harsh pleasure through his body, the sensations overwhelming from such a recent orgasm. Finally, he desensitizes slightly and is able to begin rocking his hips up as she grinds down.

His hand dives between her thighs, thumb rubbing her clit as she remains impaled on his solid girth. It had begun.

“OH GAWD!” She gasped feeling the heat surge through her as it attacked every portion of her being. Her sensitive bits tingled and she closed her eyes. “OHHHHHH!”

She moans as her forehead presses up against him, pleasure wracking over her body as she shivers.

“I … I …. want, need, more!”

Fingers gripped his shoulders tightly as she shivered with longing feeling him move against her, those deft movements, the ache that shoots through her sensitive body as she weakly dances against him with a swish of her own hips as if in counter to his thrusts.

She can feel the slosh of his cum corked up inside her as she moves, hearing it amongst the slurping sounds of their joined bodies ...

The demon feels her grab his shoulders, telling him of her need, If you need more Daphnee you shall have it... and instead of rocking his hips upwards, he grabs her thin waste and pulls her free of his raging hard on, and sets her feet on the ground. The built up fluids soak down her legs and he unstraddles the log.

Sweeping her up in his arms he lays her down on the log. He moves over the log between her thighs and slams his hot tool deep inside her in one swift motion. He sets a rabid pace, and his hands find her breasts. From below his arms four tentacles poke free of his skin, mushroom tips slipping out from beneath. They shoot down towards her rocking body.

A couple manage to curl her aching breasts below his massaging palms, tightening their coils and squeezing to force them into a torpedo like shape. The blood in them rushing up and his hands massage, rubbing over the nubs.

The other two head down below. One simply begins stroking its velvety tip unerringly against her magic pearl. It rubs up and down even as his glorious cock pounds to its hilt inside her.

The last tentacle joins the cock. It slips into the tight hole just above his member. Slowly, it begins to set its own pace of diving, opposite to that of his dick. As his hips pull back the tentacle shoots forth, striking deep and true into her wet depths, doubling the pounding she had been experiencing. Cock in, tentacle out, cock out tentacle in, an alternating drilling set into motion ready to drive her to new heights, stretching her sex to new limits.

She was lifted off him with a whimper a flood of hot cum rushing out of her smearing her legs and black stockings . That need, that ache, is strong though she is soon repositioned on that log. A firm hardness beneath her and one wasting no time in that hard member laced with aphrodisiac cum drilled back into her. Hard full thrusts fill her and she squeals in delighted bless as her legs entwine about his hips locking together at his back. Arms were slung about his shoulders, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades.

“AHHHHHH! YESSSSSS!”

Her tits grabbed and molded, her clit exploding in euphoric bliss as it is played with. The last joining that glorious dick working counter to his pistoning motions.

She felt so full, so stretched out she cries out in utter bliss as all her senses were in utter overload. She cums about him once more muscles squeezing though she is so full of him that she hardly makes a difference.

“OH! DON'T STPP! AHHH! OHHH!”

The demon knew she needed more and he worked hard to provide exactly what she needed. Under the moonlight, his tentacles slithered over her soft skin, coiling and striking like snakes in their most predatory moments. Her tits were molded, soft velvety tendrils squeezing and sliding slowly back and forth. His fingers of one hand stroking the only uncovered surface of skin her nipples. Fingers squeeze and rolls softly her nubs, while the other hand leave her nipple and strokes up to her neck, squeezing softly but not choking her, and then slipping between her soft lips during a potent moan.

Her legs do their own snake imitation act, and begin to squeeze around his hard waist, seeking to pull him deeper. It appeared their frequent acts of coitus had served as a strengthening workout and her legs pulled him deeper into her than ever before.

The alternating thrust didn't take long to make her cum for him yet again. He doesn't bother letting her come down from the blissful release as her need is in overdrive and he would need to exhaust that need, either through multiple orgasms or through fucking her brains out until she loses consciousness.

Slamming home over and over the extra tentacle inside her rubbing along his own length makes her cavern tighter than ever before for him, yet he seeks to repay her earlier kindness, control greedily returned to him. Over and over he slams in and out, alternating with that tentacle, making the first orgasm simply a mark to be overcome with effort, as he seeks to show her even greater heights.

And he does, the power in those glorious thrust, the constant feeling of always being full of him caused her to rupture once more. She was easy to get off, not so easy to exhaust as she had been trained to endure for hours on end. Her back arches, even his hold does not instill the unusual panic as she had been strangled before during her first year.

Daphnee was too far gone at that stage to even care, a tremble rippling through her body as she felt herself cumming then cumming again as she let out her cries of passion.

“So … full ...” She muttered between moans as he carved her up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Her insides chiseled away at, she soon lost count of the orgasms that hit her addled mind.

Her voice becoming raw as a litany of moans of approval followed streaming out of her mouth as she tensed up like a highly wrung spring until that tension simply exploded outward as another orgasm was built too after some time, curling her toes, head dipping back, it crashed upon her with a sudden intensity to stole away her senses as unconsciousness slowly overtook that need, her body still quivering beneath his own in such an exhausted state ...

Daphnee had been truly impressive. Her body operated like a well oiled machine, trained to perform, over and over again. Had he been a man he would have needed a few days to recover from trying to fuck her like no other could. Her tight body pressed to the brink, exploded in orgasm after orgasm.

Slimer was truly in rapture. It was quite a rare occasion when he got to sate himself fully on one of these delicious students. Daphnee had offered him everything and then some, she was truly special. His cock pounded her soft insides, flooding her with wave after wave of his seed. Before long the night had began to lighten and her raspy voice managed to scream out one final time, her sex squeezing and wash his cock in her juicy release one final time. He slams his hips home, tentacle pulling free and discharging on her stomach, while erupts inside her one final time. The drugs that had worked her into such an unquenchable state had caused her to go until she finally passed out from exhaustion.

The demon had never felt so alive as when he came that final time. Hours of delights, her beauty his to hold, fuck, and adore for the entire evening. As he puled free, a mixture of their juices covered the old log, dribbling down its side. He simply sits back next to her head as she slumbers deeply, stroking that violet hair, watching as the night lightens and the sun makes its glorious appearance in the sky. True to his word, he simply keeps watch making sure she is safe.

What a night.

She awoke some time later. Truly a mess she was going to miss her morning class that was clear, though she had been at rest for a few hours. She was still outdoors rather than her dorm room but seeing that it was early morning and the messy state she would have been in slipping into the dorms at about the same time as the morning students waking up to start their day was probably trickier than remaining here.

Her nipples were hard and her passage sore, she would probably have trouble walking for the remainder of the day. She had theorized that something happened to her too. It was a wild theory that she simply was taken fixed back up and placed back, though she was uncertain of that she theorized that given the strange experiences she had she seemed to be in top form for the next outing.

She may not have been in her dorm but he was still standing guard, watching over her. The last bit of that drug was telling her to reach out to him even in her exhausted state but she managed to refrain.

“I'm not in the normal dorms any longer but the larger Prefect ones,” she reminded. Sneaking in their would probably still be tricky though, the pair smelling of sex, she being unconscious and other Prefects getting up to start their day. She had a pretty good sense of geography on this island given her constant exploration of it. Less than a quarter of a mile away there was a lake. She could get a little cleaned up there though she couldn't dry herself and her clothes would be a bit damp.

Note to self, pack a towel in the survival pack. If seen she could make some excuse … she was suppose to be presentable most of the time so she would still have to slip into her dorm and get properly cleaned up but she figured she could do so.

“Looks like I'm going to miss my morning classes. Still no biggie.” She grinned as she lifted her head to look in his direction. “In that direction there there's a lake about a quarter of a mile away. Think you could help me there? I don't think my body is up for walking just yet.”

The demon watched as the sunlight slowly filtered in through the canopy of leaves. In the clearing, it was brighter than in the forest proper and that may have been what finally awoke his sleeping beauty. Her eyes popped open and he glanced down, his hand stopped rubbing her soft silky purple hair, Good morning.

How good it was for her was probably open to debate though. As she stirred she seemed rather stiff. The demon almost laughed to himself as he wonders what could have possibly caused that. Luckily for him, his demon body's natural regeneration had healed the chafing rather quickly, or he imagined he would have been rather raw.

She described a lake a little ways off and asked for his assistance. Shoulder her bag, he bends down and as she weighed no more than a feather flexed his muscles and carried her off. You were amazing last night and rather insatiable, its no wonder you are a little sore today. Although I do supposed my drugs have a large portion of the blame in that. Perhaps my slime's heightened sensitivity causing my partners to pass out early isn't the worst thing in the world after all. He chuckles at the thought.

Before long they arrive, still carrying her in his broad arms to the lake...

“Good morning,” she returned. She had not been blessed with regeneration or any extraordinary ability. Just a need to please and feel like she accomplished something. She had wanted to feel alive of course and while her body felt stiff and sore in places she gazed up at him.

There was no need to contemplate an answer for him. “Oh I think that has something to do with it.”

A small groan as she was moved but she holds up. A change of location and she sees the lake. She had never been attacked here, near here though and so she had a passing familiarity with the place. “You can set me down just here. Thanks.”

After a small while she moves, muscles stiff and sore, particularly in her back given the press of her against the log as he pressed down inside her still sore body. She removes her shoes then the black stained stockings rolling each up into balls to dispose of later. Her coat she would try to clean later though.

Naked she sits there for a bit before attempting to stand, her legs like jelly she has to lean against him for support.

“Sorry. Over there by the water if you don't mind,” and she pointed to the water's edge.

The demon smiles as her weakened legs have her leaning he slight figure against him for support. As she points to the pristine blue waters, he supports her in walking over to the edge of the lake, one muscular arm around her waist, while her arm rests on his shoulders. As she nears the edge where the water turns to sand and the grass, he helps settle her down into the sand inches from the water.

Is it warm? he asks. Yet it was a foolish question because at worst on the pristine island all water ranged from cool to warm based on depth. Stripping down, he takes his suit and leaves it hanging over the branch of a nearby tree. His powerful form, strides on his four legs back to where she was.

Do you need my help getting in? Depending on her answer he either scoops her up into his arms and carries her in, or strides in waist deep, pouring the refreshing water over his sexually stained body.

“Yes, it's warm.” She answers sitting there at the edge of the lake as he sets her down stretching out her leg to feel the water against it. She had never swam here yet save for the caves beneath that “haunted” light house as her first day at the beach had been intruded upon.

And when she had tried swimming at the pool that one night she had been attacked there too. She had not formed a phobia about the water and just chalked it up to bad luck but had not made the effort to go swimming since.

“Yes, thank you.” Assisted into the water she was thinking of taking her later classes off too but she had been in this state before after a night with her Mistress and dealt with managing (some how) to get through the day.

She doubted that he was going to select tonight for their sixth meeting. She had considered that matter as he poured water over himself the warm water massaging sore and tired muscles well.

“Have you given though as to where and when for next time?”

The demon carries her light body into the water with himself. Wrapped in his muscular arms he wades out and is soon waste deep. Moving a little further he is up to his chest and the water surrounds both of them. He slides out two tentacles from beneath his arm and they go to support her body, aided by the oxygen in her system, she floats easily resting on the two tendrils, one under her head and the other under her thighs keeping her afloat.

His hands begin cleaning away the sultry strains from the previous night. Cup his hands he drizzles the water over her head, hands rubbing her cheeks gently, sliding down her neck careful to avoid that pesky collar. Then, those large firms hands slip over her chest and breasts, scrubbing gently in one pass as he moves. Reaching around behind her he rubs her shoulders and lower back, before swinging back around front to her taught tummy.

Sliding down to her thighs, the hands rub gently along her outer thighs before cups and scrubbing her buttocks. Sliding along that valley he caresses her inner thighs a few times before rubbing her abused labia with his thumbs. Two fingers slipping inside her sex, he scrubs a little vigorously with his pointer and middle fingers before reluctantly withdrawing. He notices the pain cross her face and continues the journey south. He rubs her calves before finally making it to her feet.

We could certainly meet tonight my dear if you think a certain prefect could keep her hands, breasts and mouth to herself, the demon says jokingly as he begins to rub down his own body. How about we take 3 or 4 days off to let you recuperate? You can practice all you have learned while I put together a plan for a good second to last session, the word last comes out with a little sadness, but he knows it would surely not be the last time they met.

“Right now I can hardly move so there will be no danger of that.” She answers, her body feeling the delights of his passing against her own and it feelings so good that she hardly considers that he is cleaning her …

“Other wise I'd be all over you right now. The aphrodisiac is still working, it's in the trail end though where things feel all tingly and good.” A slow nod. She smiles briefly at him. “Though don't stop.”

A little touching was nice. She considers the time that he has set and notes that he does not look pleased seeing that things are winding down to the end.

“Three days works. You seem … unhappy.” She glances away for a second, green eyes returning back to him as she held his gaze.

“It has not been as I expected and other than our little chat, albeit a brief one, regarding my Mistress matters couldn't have been any better had it been any other guest. I have already told you that seven does not have to be the end … not that you need my permission. Anywhere but my dorm room.”