She had considered his choice for a moment, perhaps aware of the dangers though really all three choices were dangerous. She grinned again after a moment and held up her index finger. “A deal is a deal, are you certain? It's not as if I'm tough to find or anything and you're free to stop by whenever, so you wouldn't be missing out on anything merely prioritizing one choice today over the others.”

Daphnee climbed off his lap teasing her tongue against the hardened length as she knelt before him tasting that precum on his length as she cast a green gaze upward before unzipping him further. She reached in to caress his balls.

“That precum … it has a little of the same qualities as the full blown thing as expected. Not as strong ...” She was speaking out loud occasionally caressing him with her tongue, pumping her hand along him or kiss that stiff member as she waited for him to decide with (hopefully) pushing him to far.

“But today you only get one choice,” this was going to be hard on her, she was aware of what that drug would do if she swallowed by accident. Even if she didn't a surprise gush would inevitably make it's way into her belly but it seemed she was willing to do what it took, enduring what she had to at least right now as she approached this matter. She slid her tongue up to the crown of his scepter as she waited for his response.

The demon groans as she slides off his lap his erection springing up into the air.

You are right as always. It just such a hard decision Daphnee when I want you in every way. The demon tells her gazing into her eyes as she kneels before him.

Then she grabs his length and licks teasing like practicing for a lollipop. She pushes him along in his decision with some soft strokes up and down his thick length and some soft kisses.

With a final reminder, he nods and thinks it over. He only gets the one choice but if it slips his mind to warn her he's coming she may choose to do more he thinks deviously. After all a bargain is a bargain and he can only choose one.

Daphnee I am sure you would be fantastic doing any of the three. While I'm dying to fuck your ass, and your pussy would offer hours of endless pleasures, I think your oral skills leave no room for improvement. So since I get only one choice today lets have you suck my dick.

He demon answers and as he does so, slips a hand behind her head and lightly grips her silky, purple pony tail and softly encourages the teasing to end and for her to begin.

Fully aware that there were unforeseen dangers here though a little uncertain if this was a good idea, after all he could honor the agreement and they could have a slip up leaving her a craven mess. She considered this as he reconsidered his choices.

Amazed that he had felt so highly about her oral skills Daphnee wasn't use to be appraised for anything she brought to the table. Her idea was to be as creative as possible, to keep the minds of the guests off of torture by taking initiative which she had assumed most students did not do in effect setting herself apart. It might have entice return visits but she preferred those to the unknown tortures of the next assailant.

She loved having control, not the sort of control brought on by her station above others. She was not one to abuse the power entrusted to her after all. Rather the control she had been allowed in moments like these where she was free to use whatever means to entertain. Some times she did that well and other times, well actual when given a free reign she had not fallen short of the mark yet though she was well trained at this point she chalked it up more as taking an active part in things rather than any incredible skill.

A buzzing arousal in part from the aphrodisiac flowed over her as a hand spiraled up then down his length. The other had the urge to touch herself though she refrained for the time being any way using it to sweep over those heavy testes.

She licked up one side of him and down the other, green eyes watching intently as she brought her tongue to the slit of his sex. He tasted stronger her and she could feel a rapid increase in her arousal, though it was not totally unexpected.

Her mouth opened taking in that heated tip of him, her tongue playing with the underside of the tip between sucks against him, green eyes cast up as she slowly sank down his length drawing more of him into her mouth as the pressure of her lips sealed about him as she sank even lower before working back up, the hand that had been there removed itself fingers now stroking over her own heated body beginning with the sensitive tip.

The demon knew all were tempting and great options, yet all things considered he felt he made the right one. Her hands began to work their magic. One stroked his balls while the other began swirling up and down his length. The soft glide of her smooth fingers and palms slip up his majestic pole and back down. While the feel of her hands was nice, it was the drag of her wet tongue up one side and down the other of his shaft that brought shivers to his spine. As she settled into licking the slit, her eyes sexily staring into his own as she worked, he knew she was licking up more and more of the precum.

Her green eyes looking into his own seemed to impart her willingness to be in the here and now, to make sure he knew she was looking to ensure his satisfaction. As those delicate lips open and take the mushroom tip between them it was if the world melted away. She works her magical tongue underneath and those shivers return in full force, pleasure washing over his features.

Her hand leaves the shaft apparently to give her more access and she begins taking more and more of his cock into her wet warm mouth. Those pert lips suction around his skin, the soft pressure making his hard full length grow even more.

He watches as her hand goes to pleasure herself, an erotic sight if one ever existed. Her fingers stroking over her feminine wilds. So wonderful...Daphnee...your mouth is...truly heaven... His own hand grabs her silky pony tail not so much to control her movements, but to control himself.

She was in control and in charge of his pleasure and he had learned not only was that a good thing but a blessing and she was showing him how right the decision he made was.

Without her hand in the way she could bob up and down that hard length further, her lips speeding up as she drew more of him in and seemed comfortable with what she had in her mouth as she took him in deep.

She had grown use to things of various sizes being thrust at her that night and had to work through her gag reflex enough where 8” was challenging but not impossible for her to deep throat. There was that aphrodisiac though. It wasn't as potent yet, perhaps the dose was low. Regardless her wants had surfaced, her own needs grew slightly as she rubbed against her stiffened clit.

The bundle of nerves shooting pleasure through her nether region and through her very body. Rippling shudders course through her eager body though she feels his hold on her pony tail indicating that he must have been close, must have been waiting to draw him away prior to that moment. She had yet to feel that tell tale throb of that member that she purred about as she moaned, her own fingers bringing her just enough pleasure to help take that edge off. All the while her gaze had been cast upward watching him.

She was going to pull back but if he was this close, well, she might as well let him get off first.

The demon relishes the feel of her lips slipping faster and faster over the engorged rod. As she removed the hand, she is able to take his entire length into that succulent mouth eliciting a groan from him. The hand shifts from her pony tail to the top of her head. Hand half guiding her speed half just enjoying the feel of the pulled back silky strands he tries to control himself and enjoy the wondrous blowjob she gives, not anxious at all for it to end.

He decides even though he gave her control he could see her under a minor dose of need and he would lend a hand, or in this case a tentacle. Out from under his arms the four tentacles extend, slithering down to her kneeling form. As her head bobs up and down under that hand, he watches her green eyes watching him.

The tentacles slither over her skin, two working to encircle her lovely swaying breasts. They coil repeatedly over the bouncing orbs, tips set into rubbing her nipples, while two more trace down her smooth abs down to her pantie clad privates. Slipping underneath the soft fabric, they begin sliding back and forth over the length of her lower lips, careful not to dive in, violating their agreement.

He hoped the distraction would serve two purposes. The first was to obviously arouse her and her her growing need. The second was that maybe she might miss the start of his telltale release of seed and the bundle of chemicals inside, or accidentally swallow some while being pleasured.

Even as the tentacles went to work he simply squatted there, enjoying the giving student bobbing on his cock. The pressure of suction kept her mouth tight, keeping his every inch in glorified pleasure, while that blessed tongue licked all the right places on the bottom of his shaft. Finally, those perfect lips kept a tight O around his girth, and each pass was like a milking, soft vice of velvet. He knew that even trying to control himself, Daphnee was going to have him cumming sooner rather than later.

She continued to work, a hand down the front of her panties rubbing at that bundle of nerves as his tentacles joined in rubbing against her already aroused sex and kicking her desire into another level entirely.

Daphnee felt those rather pleasant sensations that swept through her body. Vaguely she was aware of the dangers of his seed though she continued on heedless of this. Her lips forming a tight seal against him and while it felt as he was getting closer to bursting she slowed down drawing the process out, pressing the flat of her tongue against him.

Daphnee drew this out a bit longer. Her eyes watching the features of his face for a warning drawing back at that moment of his release.

A spray of seed, she didn't even have time to aim him into the air taking his seed in the face, getting her eyes closed in time though. “SHIT!”

A bit of that seed got into her throat before she could draw him free. This was going to be interesting, she could already feel that heat surging through her moistening passage a little dampness forming at the front of her panties.

“Guess I'm screwed, huh?” It was not much but she knew it was enough to get a good start.

The demon face showed that agony that turned to pure pleasure as she pulled off him just as he erupted, AHHH! Wave after wave shot into her close beautiful face, cum bathing the purple haired beauty. It wasn't long before the shots covered most of her visage and her breasts as the pressure subsided.

He continues the tentacles stoking over her lovely chest and crotch even as she asks her question. The tendrils slide sensually over her nether lips, and the coiled serpents flicker gently across her nipples. The massaging continues unabated. Those tentacles caress and squirm softly back and forth, nothing more than amazing soft touches allowing her hands the ability to strike where needed.

Well you said I only get one choice tonight, so that will all depend on you Daphnee. Your not screwed yet, but you can be. He says with a lecherous smile. He knew it was an unfair thing to say. The tentacles rubbing her lower lips already had her juices beginning to soak around them. Even with the majority of his load coating her face, her moisture meant she was unsuccessful in pulling him our of her delicious mouth to avoid it entirely.

He reaches down for her skirt and hands it to her to use as a wipe, unless she simply wanted to use her hands for the job.

You could always practice your breathing and meditation, the demon says with a grin turning her earlier suggestion back on herself playfully.

The tentacles didn't make matters any easier, her flower blossoming as the need began to creep in. It wasn't overwhelming now though she could feel it growing stronger. Not fair but when one played with fire they got burnt.

Her features turned into a grimace. Was he going to make her wait the day? She could not brake his resolve from earlier and that was a simple no touch matter. But something like this … and she had already essential given him the green light to touch.

“You know in a few minutes I won't be able to even imagine what a knot looks like, none the less meditate.” The touches were feeling better now, stronger, more pleasing, she quickly wiped off her face with the skirt and cast it aside. “I want a new bargain -”

She did not know what, all she had in mind was being fucked before that drug hit her full force reducing her to a quivering begging mass. He had the power her though, he always had.

The tentacles never relented their action for even a moment. Sliding back and forth, they teased those lower lips, tips ending far enough forward to slip along and slide against her magic pearl. First one side, then the other. The rope like vines of flesh, began getting coated in her feminine juices as her body began to tell her how badly she needed to be fucked.

Her tits on the other hand, provided no natural lubrication, they were simply pleasured with hardened nipples all she had to show of her need. Coiled around as if surrounded by a constricting serpent they squeezed and molded her breasts, forcing even more blood flow to her already sensitive nipples. Her tips though were not left out. As the tendrils finished their coiling with the phallic tips, they worked slowly at flickering over her ends in rolling motions.

While I could not have imagined starting our session in the heavenly lap dance and blow job you gave, my intentions were always to pleasure you while you practiced your lessons. It only under these conditions can we see how far you've progressed. Yet I had not planned on adding my chemicals into the mix, well at least not at first, he says with a crooked grin.

Yet as his molestation of her willing flesh continued he knew she had almost zero desire for anything short of being fucked. Not that he would ever complain about serving her in that regard. She was truly amazing. Beauty, brains, will, and an erotic wonder when given free reign.

It was then she requested a new bargain apparently as playful with her words as he was. A bargain huh. What did you have in mind? He asks his poor prefect, but even as he does so, he speeds up the motion of the teasing tentacles by a third.

The small amount of seed you swallowed is giving me a tenuous link to your thoughts. So how about this? You make a genuine effort to meditate and practice, and I will take care of your needs however you desire me to do so? If you have a better offer, I will gladly hear it. If you wish to forget the lesson entirely, I would understand completely and enjoy fucking you all night. Yet, I do think your progress has been amazing and this skill would benefit you in the long run.

So good! The feel of him sliding against him, coiled against her flesh as he squeezes. A part of her is afraid seeing how quick the tables had been turned on her. The touch combined with the chemicals is more than arousing and her thoughts are distracted as she groans.

“N-Nothing in m-mind!” She stutters out. Though with his chemical she would be too distracted to get a baseline going as far as meditation was concerned. Daphnee was less concerned about that bargain right now, she just wanted to be fucked.

“I c-can't …. i-it's too m-much to s-start w-with.” Her cheeks flush red. She is feeling the effects build and his motions against her make it all the easier to get her into such an aroused state.

“B-But that s-sounds good. F-fuck m-me … next time w-we can t-try ...”

She gazes up, straining, trying to control herself and if not for the minor effects of the drug, if she had taken a larger dose she would have been in worse states then this.

Since concentration will be impossible lets take care of your needs then. The demon says with a twisted smirk on his face, her words as close to begging as he had ever heard from her, yet even now it seemed more of an impassioned plea. Whether she planned the current outcome, or it was simply a byproduct of being wrapped up in seeing to his pleasure the demon didn't truly care and felt blessed to spend the night sating both or their needs.

Since you have shirked your studies, I think a proper punishment or reward depending on how you look at it is in order. The demon wasted no time in maneuvering the two tentacles that had been sliding along her sensitive labia and sets them to a new task. Instead of sliding along her lips they pull roughly at the fabric at each thigh, shredding the material completely, leaving her nude before him.

Once finished with their task, they wind rapidly around one another, creating a ribbed drill of flesh and dive hungrily for the kneeling prefects incredibly moist hole. In one smooth motion, the drill sides inside her tight passage, spinning against itself as it goes. The twin phallic tips press forward until they reach her cervix, before withdrawing back out to repeat the process. Both the spinning and the pace they set was deliciously slow.

All of this was beset upon the poor kneeling Daphnee, and he takes the opportunity of control to maneuver that thick bulbous tail above her head as she kneels. She may notice it since she was looking up as she begged him to fuck her, or she may simply have missed it when the penetration occurs beginning to give her what she needs.

The tail fills, and the mouth of the appendage creeps open. A wide glob of green honey consistency slime begins to drop down in a stream. The goo hanging in the air moves slowly, but its destination, the crown of her head draws nearer every second the ooze travels down. Since control was his, he planned to make it absolute...

“Punishment?” She repeats the word wide eyed as she does so though it is not long before she feels the twin tendrils shredding her panties. They push into her, her body tight around his, the walls quivering with need, with want. It's all she can do not to cry out for more as she restlessly shuffles her hips one way then the other against the two welcomed invaders.

“AHHHHHH!!!! OHHHHHH!!!”

Green eyes light up, she whimpers bringing her hands to the twin appendages in efforts to hurry them along inside her passage. She sees the tail, the slime and grimaces a little knowing the state that it would put her in, the aphrodisiac already having and effect that had her barely keeping it together and yet at the same time she recalls how good it made her feel the last time.

Slowly the slime drifts down and in it are contained the promises of pleasure to come.

Daphnee reaches for the twin-drilling, phallic tipped tentacles seeking to pull them inside her needy body at a faster pace, yet it was an effort in futility. The demon set the agonizing slow pace, to make her meek and ready to accept the pleasures to come. The slipping and twisting continued, stretching her tight hole slightly as they bored into her sliding against every inch of her chalice.

He watched as she saw the slime descending from the open lips of the tail, and her face seemed one of conflicting desires. One to avoid the wretched goo, yet at the same time relishing the thought of the absolute bliss the green ooze brought with it. Slowly it descended and he could she truly didn't want to be covered in it and at his mercy, yet he had chosen her punishment and reward.

The slime blob drew closer and closer until finally his aim was truly and it collided with the crown of her head. The sticky, honey like slime collected in a mass where the stream hit and began oozing through her hair as it stuck and delivered its chemical load. Pulled back in a pony tail, it quickly covered her smooth crown and spread forward and back, oozing down her bangs and slithering down her pony tail, matting the hair to her skin as it went. It wouldn't be long before the chemicals in the slime began driving that slight need into a raging demand for utter satisfaction.

She did not understand this punishment though it was inevitable that the goo returned to her matting down hair follicles. She shuddered, pressing her lips tightly together as she felt the heat flare though her core. It was intense and her eyes pressed closed as she felt that need buried inside her with the flow of those twin tendrils that she attempted to help along at a quicker pace.

Her passage rolled over his, squeezing against him given the tightness that he found there was a smaller squeeze against him.

Her features became flushed and to his surprise he would find that she was thinking about darkness and knots but such thoughts were always interrupted by the burning needs she was experiencing as she gasped and whimpered against his attention.