The demon finishes rubbing her down and begins cleaning himself in the luke warm waters of the lake. Her words make him smile. Daphnee I appreciate your words and your offer. I will even most certainly visit you when all is said and done. I bargain is a bargain though. In two sessions you will be free to choose what happens after that point.

I have certainly enjoyed all you have offered me and I am glad that I have pleased you as well. The demon was no longer saddened at the thought of the last session, but realistic as to theirs roles on the island as she mentioned other guests. Maybe under other circumstances he would have freed her by taking her with him on his travels, but it was not what fate had in store for him or her.

A deal to a demon was all important. Typically it was more for the magic enthralled of his species, but nevertheless in was hard-wired into their beings. He finished scrubbing thoroughly and returned the shore, carrying her in his arms.

“Yeah, two sessions.” At this point she did not know if that was a good thing or not. It would certainly be something if she were being tortured then it would be something to look towards, that it was nearly over. But this … there were times there was no sex at all, that she had the option of even calling an earlier night here or there.

Of course he had to know what she was going to choose. When she was with him she wasn't with one of the other guests so in a way it was like gambling. She wasn't going to be attacked each night but did she want to take the risk of being attacked by something that was going to make her regret matters. Naturally, he wasn't going to show up each night but as a brake from the normally daily grind after being beaten down by this place would help let her keep it all together a bit better.

She felt a little better and wasn't even considering the remaining sessions being bad at this point. He seems to have enjoyed matters as far as she could tell and she certain enjoyed something for a change rather then dreading it.

Carried out of the water she drips on the ground until she is set down. There was little choice but to drip dry as best as she could at the moment. With the area near the lake being open to the air she would dry off a little better beneath the morning sun.

The demon sets her down into a spot near the lake where sunlight had the easiest journey to make it through the canopy of tree branches that covered the old-growth forest. As he laid her gently in the grass, it was into a warm beam of light, magnifying the warmth of the already balmy tropical setting. He slowly moves away retrieving her clothes and belonging and returns to her, for when you are dry.

As he places her things next to her, he realizes his eyes were locked in on that lovely, and quite sexy body. He stares at her lovely curves, the same body he had spent the last week ravaging.Realizing he is staring, his eyes drift up to her lovely face, and smiles at her. This last week went through a variety of relationships, prey to hunter, student to teacher, and finally to two sexually intimate beings.

He wondered how many more different relationships they would progress through before all was said and done?

But too much foreshadowing, and then surprises in life would be meaningless. So, he simply took in her beauty silently as she lay stretched out in the glorious light as it haloed around her, and waited for her the rest and recover, taking joy from this small moment in time.

“Thanks.” She sets her things nearby but for the moment she's just content to lay there. After a long night with her Mistress she had always been forced into action so why was this any different? Motivation perhaps, as she had not had any particular duties save for herself and missing one class wasn't going to kill her.

“What?” She catches him staring, a crimson blush swarming over her features as she looks away from the heat of his gaze. A part of her had been thrilled to be viewed in an attractive light.

Often it was only monstrous beings that had complimented her on it, most times though it was taken with a grain of salt as she worked out what was sarcastic and what was just “routine” for a creature.

The demon had been caught staring with his predator's gaze. Looking into her eyes, You really have a magnificent body. Its hard to look at you without getting lost in the dirty thoughts of what I want to do to you. He smiles simply taking in her body.

Yet, with the difficulties you are having moving, and how raw you are inside, I will have to practice meditating myself to keep under control. You women are such wonderful models of perfection,"yet I forget myself sometimes and have to take it easy. With you it can be hard at times, in more ways than one.

So he contents himself to deep breaths and drinking in her beauty with his eyes and not his body.

That blush deepens at her profession. Like any woman she appreciates being complimented and lived pretty much for praise. Doing a good job was hear motivation. “You really think so?” She looks back at him with a smile on her exhausted features. Despite having slept her body could still feel the exhaustion it had been through.

“There's no need to hold back. I'll manage some how.” She states, she's sure she can manage once she catches her breath and sets her mind to it having done so in the past. “Besides, it would be a shame if you started to hold back on my account. I can handle it,” she smiled at him briefly.

She rolls on her side to face him better, her body feeling the ache as she moves. “Is that so? And is it hard now?” Setting a hand on his chest she slowly draws it down lower, the path quite obvious.

The demon feels her hand stroking down over his chiseled abs and thinks to himself for a moment he should simply let that hand continue, yet he knows its probably a little lingering aphrodisiac and a little pride talking. Sliding his hand into hers just before she reaches that thickening member he tells her, I am holding back on your account. I was able to feel the pain in your legs and hips as we finished last night.

I had to carry you here. I know you seek to please me in every manner you can with every ounce of strength that you possess. While I'm sure you have a couple entrances not chafed till they are raw, I doubt you would thank me when we next meet and you need the aid of a wheel chair.

The demon held that hand loosely. While he was trying to save her some more pain, he wasn't a saint by any means, in fact it went against every fiber of his being to not take her hard and fast for his own gratification. Yet, she had been kind in seeing to his pleasures this entire week, and he had to at least make the attempt. She was certainly a big girl and knew what she was capable of, yet he wondered if perhaps there was something behind this bravado?

She shook her head a little, her neck had not been stiff and she smiled. “Stiff, sore, no pain.” In parts of her body that had been true of course. His hand had halted over her own and while she knew the status quo on the island she had not painted him or any other monster as a saint. But that did not matter.

Someone could be a dick to someone else though it hardly affected how her interaction with that person went The biggest issue she had was regarding her Mistress though she was not being asked to do anything, not even sit on the sidelines so she had to work out something there.

It was all about how she was treated that colored her experiences. “My arms aren't too stiff, and I can think of no better way to pass the time. Your aphrodisiac is still working. It's faint though but still there fading but resistible.”

It was in it's last legs of course and she knew full well of the dangers if she were exposed to more of it now. Her hand remained where it was. This was safe for the most part, besides she still had to pass some time before she dried …

“I could entertain you if I had one of my dummies but I'm not really in the habit of taking them out with me unless I'm going to the theater, the acoustics there are good.”

She use to take them along, that was until her first day her, poor dummy, she destroyed it out of rage and anger so she stopped bringing them around with her to the places she went.

“But if you really wish to stop ...”

The demon had halted her hand out of perceived kindness, yet she reassured him she wasn't as helpless and sore as she seemed. Seeing her naked lying there, he decides to give in to easy temptation, figuring she knew him and the dangers. He releases her hand to do as she wishes.

While I would certainly love to see you perform your act, I certainly do enjoy your lovely hands playing with my wooden puppet even more. If you want to make him dance, I will leave it to you. If you are certain you can manage, do as you please, I trust you Daphnee.

His hand leaves hers as she lies there and instinctively he reaches forward. His hands begin massaging her shoulders and neck around her collar, seeking to relieve her aches. It wasn't long though before they slid down, palms cupping and stroking her beautiful breasts. His massage continued, kneading and massaging her tits, before descending lower. Those large hands rub her tight stomach and slowly work their way down to her pelvis. Rubbing gently he continues lower rubbing her thighs, and over her ass.

He can feel her tension and knotted muscles.

She grins allowed to continue. There was nothing wrong with just touching after all and that was what they were doing. Her mind faintly cried for more guided by the drug of course though she managed to resist it though just barely even in it's diluted state.

Hands against her ass and legs found the most sore and tense areas seeing that she had been pressed beneath him for a bit and her ass pressed into the log beneath her as he had pressed into her repeatedly.

Allowed to continue her hands slid slowly down his chest feeling the tight muscles beneath. A hand curling about his rod, her thumb rubbing the tip back and forth as she smiled. Eyes closed briefly at his sweeping touch then opened again as she leaned up propped on her elbow to make better use of her second hand that coiled about his balls stroking them nice and slow as she set her lips upon his collar bone , her tongue tracing against the skin as she went.

The demon knew her passage would be sore but her hands certainly seemed to be in perfectly fine working condition. His hands massaged her extra taught ass. His fingers rubbing her cheeks, he squeezes and massages her flesh, while her hand grabs his slowly hardening shaft rubbing the spot she found he liked with her thumb.

It wasn't long before his flesh responds to her delicious touch, his shaft reach its full length when that other glorious hand reaches and cups his balls, gently rubbing. When her lips kiss his collar with her perfect mouth, a groan escapes his lips. He squeezes those pert ass cheeks even harder as an involuntary response when her lips go to work.

Daphnee you are simply amazing... he groans out as her hands perform their magic. He realizes that his hands have been massaging that lovely ass the entire time, and he goes back to rubbing her sore stiff thighs, finding any form of concentration next to impossible though, he eventually give up on the massage and goes back to squeezing and caressing her lovely ass.

Of course there is that thrill of excitement that rushes over her, through her. The voice in her head telling her how good it would feel just to be fucked, to given in, but she knew with the rational portions of her mind that this was in no small part due to the aphrodisiac. That, and her body needed a bit of rest as stuffed and full as it had been.

But even now she had worked not to fulfill her own needs but to ensure that he was sated. Perhaps in a way it was to keep on his good side or entice him with future decisions when he was considering who to pay a visit too perhaps.

It certainly beat the terror that she had usually endured or had been cast in.

One hand curled about his length as that thumb rubbed against the tip. The other hand continued to use care as his balls were fondled back and forth with a slow caress. “Amazing … well, not quite but if If weren't afraid of another dose of aphrodisiac I could show you something else ...” She considers something for a moment.

“I know you said I wouldn't have to beg but if go on because I'm too sore but want to go on, need to go on, that might not work out too well for me in the long run.” A small grin as her hands continue their work. “Hopefully this makes up for it a little.”

The demon feels her amazing hands stroking his length, thumb dancing nimbly over the mushroom tip and he disagrees in his head about her assessment. Daphnee you are wrong, you every touch is amazing. You tease me though with offers of the unknown. While I certainly love to cum, who doesn't, I do have some good control.

He loses the thought as her thumb rubs softly again over his special spot. Remembering again, If you have another special trick you wish to show me, I will be a good little demon and not fill you with more of my aphrodisiacs.

His hands continue squeezing her lovely ass, extra hard when she makes his cock jump with all the right teasing. Under the sun, here with Daphnee the demon enjoy the perfect morning. Had they brought a picnic basket and some wine he would have been content spending all day taking in her beauty. As it was he was simply lost to another round of her taking care of all of his needs.

She grinned a little. “While giving the hour I would be a little concerned about being drugged again you'll have to wait on it. Not because I have no inclination or want to make you wait but am a bit sore as far as being able to pull it off.” She freely admitted this.

“I don't think I could physically do it and while you could ask what it is that takes a bit of the surprise out of it."

She smiles at that though giving off a soft moan as her ass is squeezed and caressed. “Next time?”

Her hands continue their work without pause ads she explains matters to him delighting in just how warm he feels against her hands.

Surprise is the spice of life. I can certainly be patient for all you would have to offer. Its hard to say no to a woman who has your cock in her hands. The demon smiles, but her vigorous rubbing has him more than hard. Smiling down at her beautiful but weakened form, he simply relaxes and enjoys her efforts.

The one hand caressing his balls is simply fantastic. The feel of her delicate hands soft massaging an often neglected erogenous zone, while her other hand slides firmly over his steel shaft. It was the thumb though slowly rubbing circles over the spot where his tip met his shaft that sent shudders of pleasure up and down his spine.

He gives himself over to the pleasure and that rubbing and fondling becomes his entire existence. This time he meditates, eyes closed, breathing deep, but instead of focusing on a knot he focuses on the pleasure. He doesn't put the pleasure in a box, but simply makes it the only thing there is.

It was long before he could feel that tell tale throb start as his knees shake and he hoarsely tells her I'm gonna cum...