“Point taken,” she did literally have him by the balls not that she would be so foolish to try anything. She gets him to wait, which is probably in his best interests as she continues to bring pleasure to him. She is in no rush seeing that her body is still drying beneath the rays of the sun that filter through the canopy.

No rush. She is nice and relaxed as she feels that stiffness. How relaxed he appears to be. She draws out the pleasure as she slowly draws her hand against his slick tool, slick from the water they had just bathed in.

“So big,” she murmurs at one point though it is with his announcement that he's about to cum that she speeds up, trying to gauge this right, trying to halt right before that moment of release her intention is to wait then begin again at a slow pace once he had calmed only to speed back up until he was close once more and repeat the process. Of course she was not after him begging knowing how easily he could have reversed the tables if he so wished it.

“You want to cum?” An impish smile, if he did she would not stop this time until he reached those heights of ecstasy.

Her hands go from seeking to draw out his seed into taking on new goal. They work up and down his shaft quickly working to build him to the brink only to change her motion to ease him back from the ledge. Over and over she works, building the tension and making him agonize on the precipice of release but never granting it.

He struggles to maintain composure, his hands squeezing so hard as she keeps slowing down, that white pressure marks form on her backside.

Her question is given with that impish grin, and not even a heartbeat passes before he rushes out his answer, Yes, Daphnee, yes, please.

“Well, since you asked so nicely ...” she feels that urgency in him the tightening of his fingers against her ass though he had not had to beg, not that he had been begging just yet though she speeds her hands back up this time without backing away from that edge that she draws him so near. Her hand flowing down about half his length so that her thumb can still stroke over that tip.

Her other hand caressing his balls fondly as if she were applying spackling to a wall without pressing down on him but simply gliding over his testicles. Her chin drops just a little so that she has better view of the inevitable eruption that is to follow.

Those delicate fingers, used to manipulating wood for her ends, use all their mastery to help him reach his end. It appeared his plea had not fallen on deaf ears. This time as he approached the agonizing peak she didn't slow down her administrations but kept the pace if not actually even gaining speed.

The throbbing need began and as she rubs the base, he can only throw back his spiky brown haired head and release a shout, Daphnee I'm cumming for you!

The demons limbs tremble as the euphoric wave of chemical pleasure join the sensations of joy her hands bring. The pent up release is finally given access to be freed and freed it is. Spurt after spurt comes launching from the tip in an impressive spray of white pleasure.

What begins as a simple spray, turns into a volcanic eruption of sticky glory. The jets continue for well over a minute bathing whatever she has him pointed at, drenching over and over again with that semen. His toes curl as his eyes unroll from the back of his head and his breathing returns from constant short gasps back too desperate deep breath. His cock super sensitive from the recent release twitches as does his whole body as her touch becomes so great it borders on agony.

“That's it, give it to me.” She has him pointing in no place in particular and when he does rupture it's all over her chest, goo getting on the underside of her tits as she feels that rather impressive stream. He keeps throbbing and cumming and her hand moves against him slowly as she feels his release only slowing down as he begins too, when the last of his seed passes out from that stiffness she draws her hand away which is also smeared in his essence.

Daphnee is not surprised by the volume of cum, she had experienced it earlier, rather it is a bit of a surprise with seeing all of that essence spilled out over her.

“You know I'm going to have to wash all over again. This certainly didn't work out as I expected.” She smiled, it was suppose to pass the time while she dried but she would have to start the process over again getting dry enough to at least don her clothes to look presentable at a distance so she could sneak back inside her dorm without drawing questions and getting dressed and cleaned up properly there.

As the geyser of love shot forth it covers her lovely stomach and undersides of her breasts. The thick creamy white side splatters over her soft skin. When the expulsion ends she pulls her cum covered hand away and he laughs at her smiling face, you expected something else to happen?

He chuckles again, one hand reaching forward, sliding through her silky purple locks to the back of her head and pulls her in for a kiss. His lips press against hers, tongue gently prodding between them seeking hers for a short wrestle before he slips free, and pulls back.

Thank you for that Daphnee. I'll let you wash up and we can wait while you dry before we head back.

He watches as she stiffly makes it to her feet and moves to the warm water of the lake. Content to simply enjoy feeling spent, he lets himself soften and lays in the grass. His green eyes track her lithe form, head resting in his palm, as her hips sway, gently moving her stiff body to the lake. He watches as she wades into the water, its depths slowly rising over her shapely toned legs until it creeps up to her wonderful backside. Content laying there in the warm sunlit air, he watches as she dips the cum covered hand in the still water, bringing it up, he watches her hands work over her lovely breasts and abs, cleaning herself of his seed.

“Still a bit under the influence so it's tough to think about much,” she wasn't really thinking though it was far easier now. Her lips sealed with a kiss had parted with the arrival of his tongue working with it for a bit until she was released from that state rising on wobbly legs. It was harder walking on her own with no wall to support her but she took her time and got to the lake.

Daphnee sat down when she was about knee deep, the water flowing up to her waste now. Aware for the first time that someone was watching her in such a way (she had once been spied on while performing with her dummy) she turned herself so that he could see a bit better as she tended to herself.

She washed, the water about her a milky white cloud that slowly broke up. When she was finished she had sat and rested for a bit before gathering up the strength to move back and laid there at his side. “It's a shame, you have to get cleaned up too. I was thinking that when I was out there but chances are I'd never get dry if you had come out there. This drug, even now, it's making me consider things … a craving at this stage rather than a need.”

Provided he behaved himself she would have to consider what to speak about. Her Mistress was best to be avoided of course. “Your home world. What's it like?” She asks thinking they were still on Earth as she had no reason to believe other wise thinking that all these creatures came here. She had been on a starship before (two thus far, well one she had only been on the hull and not inside …)

So she had believed that beings just came here for a reason she was still trying to dope out.

The demon laid there, lazily on his side, simply content with life as his current endeavor was simply watching this vixen rub herself clean, naked in a lake. He smiled to himself, life was good. He almost rolled up, and headed for the lake as she spoke of need, yet he knew she was right it was the drugs talking. An intoxication unbelievably pure in scope.

He hears her question and is curious how much she actually knows as to what is truly going on around her. Her current position surely came with some insight, knowledge of the monsters, probably even the end destination of all the students upon graduation, then again maybe not. She was apparently aware that demons were not the mystical beings from a hell at the center of their planet earth, but an alien species typically in possession of magical abilities, yet the question still got his sex addled brain working a little.

My world is similar to your own. The biggest difference would be these 24 hour days. My planet rotates so slowly that you have what would be considered a week here of light and a week of darkness. Its what caused us to develop extremely different sleep cycles from your own, with a much less need for it in general.

The planet is pretty harsh above surface, leading to mainly underground dwellings. Our wildlife and vegetation adapted to the harsh planet, as most are predatory or omnivores at a minimum, and even most of the fruit either has spikes or next to impenetrable shells.

As demons we have a well earned reputation, a fierce people, conquerors, loyal, honest in all our dealings, yet unyielding to all who wrong us. With our extremely long natural lifespans, clans form from families and long standing feuds and peace exist depending on clan. Its a brutal place, yet hey its home.

“That places a different spin on the term all night long, huh?” She grins as she considers nights lasting that long though from her own experiences days were just as long, if not longer, at times. “Sounds like the poles here. Sixth months of darkness, six of light. I couldn't imagine that though humans are quite adaptable.”

That had been one plus that they had. By stating “here” though she had made it clear that she believed them to still be on Earth even if she may or may not have worked out other details for herself.

So his kind had a reputation among the stars, made sense seeing that demons and such had been referenced in their holy texts, influential for movies and the like.

“The animals and plants evolved that way on the surface?” She clarified to clear up any misunderstandings with subterranean versions that could have arisen. She sat up, her waist groaning a little in protest as she did so. It had been her turn to watch as he cleaned himself and she made idle conversation already learning that there was nothing new that she was going to discover about the school but figured that his home planet and himself had been fair game. Whether or not she gleaned any insight from this was another matter.

“Why did you decide to come here of all places. You don't have to answer if you don't want to.”

The demon's eyes took in her lovely curves as she listened about his home world. It was a relaxing moment in time as the sun shifted overhead.

While there are some fearsome beings underground, yes I was referring to the surface. Predatory animals developed and thrived on the surface, adapting to the harsh conditions with only the meanest and strongest of the strong surviving. When everything is out to kill you, you adapt as needed, kill as needed or you simply don't survive.

His hand almost unconsciously traces a finger up and down her arm as she lays next to him. It wasn't a lustful action simply a nice touch. The finger freezes as she asks about his presence, he takes a moment before returning to the slow caress.

I was sent here actually, by one you would call a boss or a lord. It was some time ago and my reason for coming and why I stay have changed over time. Honestly, this island is a small paradise for visitors like myself, although I can imagine it being a nightmarish prison for students. To put it bluntly, I come here to hunt, to satisfy my desires, not of violence and murder, but of lust. Taking advantage of such a lovely, sensual, sexually amazing bunch of women is the best of vacations and a wonderful work environment.

Why other beings have come I can't tell you for sure, but I would guess their reasoning would be much the same.

That sounded a bit like the way things were here without the dying part. She would have assumed that suicides would have been higher, she herself had been pushed to that brink once where the future seemed so hopeless before she had determined that she had two years to work out how to escape.

“Sounds like a harsh world though I guess that's the same for all planets and species. Adapt or die.” She reflected on the countless species that had gone into extinction already.

She did not how he halted in his touch and figured that he wasn't going to answer. She didn't think he would try to sugar coat the reason either but there was a lot that she didn't focus on to get through the days here.

She wasn't expecting an answer but one came. One that proved more insight to her though as Daphnee was good at figuring things out though she was wrong as often as she was right she tended to hit upon things by paying attention to them.

Though she had still believed them to be on Earth at a remote island in the Pacific though no one new where exactly this island was, the brochure never did say. She had gathered that this was some resort or vacation spot, from an earlier conversation she had suspected the school so was someone working with aliens, making a hot vacation spot for outsiders and at what cost? There were more questions that formed up with answers though but it had not been her aim to pry into such things and she already knew that she wasn't going to get far so this was a rare find that he either intentionally or unintentionally let slip.

“I can't say I understand it, motives being different and all but it does make sense. I like ventriloquism. When I have the time I go to the theater and practice. Others are motivated along different lines or needs.”

Daphnee seemed more accepting of the ways things were since she could not change them.

The demon waited for her response wondering if his bluntly given purpose, even coated in less devastating words, would have her once ready to run. Yet, she seemed rather accepting of his answer as if anticipating it even as asked, not looking for a surprise but simply seeking confirmation.

He almost laughed, a big smile taking its place on his face stretching his features as she compared her practice with throwing her voice to the dummy to stalking and rape. She truly must have been through a lot to have reached that point, yet he wondered how much she had been lied to about of left in the dark.

I can see distractions and efforts towards building skills as being important here for you students, all things considered.

How about yourself Daphnee? Tell me, how do you cope with your situation? What is your home like? He hints at their otherworldly current location, yet hides the truth slightly with a one word omission. He listens to her finger still lightly tracing its way slowly up and down the soft flesh of her arm.

The finger feels more than pleasant, even without the lingering aphrodisiac it still would have felt good. In turn he had asked about her home. She had been kept in the dark for the most part, most of those she had encountered ignored her and went straight into the rape and torture. From others she piece things together.

“Home ...” she too took a moment as she considered it all in her head. “Was a shit hole. Back then I was a mess. When I was a functional mess I was neglected by my parents, ignored for the most part so I tried to get attention, became a cutter and well it got real bad towards the end when my mental health snapped and I was seeing and hearing things. I was soon labeled crazy, even locked away for a time and when I got out no one would deal with me other than the occasional teacher commending me for good work it was as if I didn't exist.

“I guess as far as the land went it wasn't too bad but the people … it was enough to drive me here. Then I saw real monsters, not delusions and this collar here prevents me from sharing my experiences with anyone but being stuck on this island I probably would just suffer in silence though not wanted to be labeled again. Unlike last time I can't just pick up and go.”

She sighed. “I cope because the only other option is death really … I got two years to escape this place and that is what keeps me going. Each attack, I learn or hope I'm learning. Putting pieces together, not that it may help me. I know I have a ton of work ahead of me but I try to focus on one thing at a time to get through the day. Long term goals become irrelevant really. There have only been two. One was becoming a Prefect and the other is escaping and with being a Prefect it was more building on one thing eventually getting there.

“A month from now, two, it does not exist. I have to get through today before I can worry about tomorrow.

“There are things I look forward to such as our meetings but I have to focus on each day as it's own, I never know what will happen or what to expect.

“Bria set me up once and I ended up there,” she pointed to the sky. “A mile if not more over the island in the 'hands' of a giant flying blob named Marlin. I was even abducted once by what we call Roswell Grays … that was interesting to say the least.”

One day at a time. It was the mantra of all beings looking to cope with demons, personal and otherwise. His finger lightly traces over her flesh as he listens intently, enjoying the warm day. Ending ones life, a terrible prospect, the ultimate sin, rejection of the one true gift, life. To considered that bespoke pain and suffering of great levels and a lack of coping mechanisms. The demon smiles, glad once again he had selected Daphnee. To have the universe denied the joy and light of her would have been a true crime. Perhaps his lessons were more important than he could ever imagine.

Honestly though, what would you hope to gain from sharing your experience with other students? I mean even if you gained their understanding and compassion, do you think it would lead to any differences? You've surely met others who have met the islands visitors, you've surely heard rumors of attacks from other students. Ask yourself this, if you could share like the others who would you confide in? Now, ask yourself who would they have confided in?

Follow that line of thought down the rabbit hole. If you told a friend or a lover what would they do? Turn from you, run away, maybe they might believe you and attempt to protect you? I would imagine that's where most the rumors are from. If they do try to help you, don't they risk becoming victims themselves.

Now follow that line of thought further. Important issues, who would you tell matters of rape, murder, and violence to? The members of the faculty right? A psychologist, a trusted teacher, a dean, wouldn't they be told? So, what happens then? One story, sure that girl maybe went a little off the rocker, but repeated stories by students of all races, different backgrounds and social standings? They still claim those students are crazy right? So, apply some deduction.

If the teachers and faculty are being told the same things over and over and nothing changes, what does it mean? Are they all just unwilling to believe or ... the demon stopped, letting her find her own answer of the human collusion. While the why was important, knowing they were nothing more than sexual cattle being readied for market probably wouldn't be the wisest thing to inform her of since she had suicidal thoughts already. Let her cling to that hope.

What is a Roswell Grays? Bria got you abducted into the air? You certainly are a bigger person to not have taken revenge when given the chance, although I'm glad right now you did not. Perhaps I will visit her of my own accord anyway. We shall see...

“Oh, I doubt I would share anything but when others open up I could at least have the option to share. Right now the best I can do is speak about my delusions in the past, sort of a loop hole there that Therion didn't take into account. Of make something up, as long as it isn't an attack that's happened to me I'm fine but don't want to chance those gray areas too much, no telling what Therion would do.

“I don't expect anything to happen though I'd probably tell Anne. She's seen the strangeness here, I know it, and she offered to listen but I could say nothing. What that would accomplish? Probably nothing other than getting a few things off my chest. Maybe not feel so alone all the time if I knew someone else was going through this … I know of a small handful of girls that have been attacked, some that have been attacked with me. Ironically I cannot even relate the attacks to them and have to ignore that they had ever happened or say nothing about them as disavowing them sort of talks about them, don't know how literal Therion wishes to be nor will I press my luck there.

“Talking with shrinks is something I'm loathe to do but I wouldn't go to a teacher about this. I've got information that implies that the school is involved. I don't know how far it goes, head girls, teachers and other faculty, I haven't worked that out yet.”

She considered what he told her … considered the involvement of the teachers. She had never been attacked by a creature shape changed as one though that had placed another spin on matters. What if they all were creatures? There was that creepy professor that always looked her over, stared at her lewdly but she had always thought he was a perv but human. Yes, possibly since she had helped set up his labs and other Prefect duties. She was alone with him and he could have forced himself on her during said times but had not. This certainly put a different spin on things. Were they being watched that closely?

“A Roswell Grey … well decades ago there was a report that an alien craft crash landing near a place, Roswell New Mexico and these small gray alien bodies were taken from the ship. They were forever termed Roswell Greys though I never realized they were actually real until last year, figured the story was a myth in UFO stories and such.

“As for Bria … I guess she was scared though that is no excuse. I was scared too and from the encounter I doubted that Marlin threatened her life or anything. It's bad enough going through what we do on a daily basis to have to begin being suspicious of my fellow students too. I don't see the point in setting this terror or that on someone, life here is hard enough.”

She shrugged. “I think I made it clear to her a few days ago that I will never forgive her over it. I'm not going to visit ill will upon her though I'd be lying if I said a part of me doesn't ant to take advantage of the fact I'm a Prefect now but that wouldn't be right and I'm not going to abuse my station over sleights that happened so long ago. It's easier just not to deal with her …. from what I hear she has enough problems with her Narcolepsy. I think she's a published author too, not to sure on that.”

She would not try to persuade him from approaching her or encourage it for that matter. He was his own person and Daphnee had not been too vindictive. Sure there were moments of powerlessness, oh, how she hated some of the creatures here but there had been nothing she could do about them. Besides, she was too focused on escape she knew she did not have the ability to stand up to these things. Even if there was nothing for her back in Boston she would avoid the city anyway. They'd be looking for her there. No, she had other ideas but none of that mattered until that came to fruition.

“So about the same time in a few days,” she reconfirmed, some of the haze of the aphrodisiac had left her allowing her to focus a bit better now.