She stood, her eyes flicked to the damp patch on the carpet though her hands smooth down his chest slowly, that desire had not built back up to the point of overwhelming need but it would return, that much she was certain of.

Taking hold of his appendage though she pumped a hand over the hard length damp by her own juices as her hand spiraled over him. “I really don't care as long as this gets used ...”

Daphnee had a flash of an idea though turning around to face that bookshelf, hands resting on it, ass thrust out toward him as she glanced over her shoulder at him.

“Like this?”

Her slender hand takes his length inside of its soft confines and gives it a swirling rub. He was hard already, but her touch always managed to electrify him, and he sprung up higher against her palm as she worked him over. As she answered his question, she moved towards the bookshelf, hands grasping against some of the higher shelves, while she stuck her delightful ass out. Looking over her shoulder she ask with her innocent angelic face "Like this?"

The position and her attitude were beyond erotic, her outfit, it was simply more than any demon could ever hope for. He rushes behind the hot purple hair vixen and one hand slides around her smooth stomach, drifting lower as it slid over her skin. When it reached her wet slit he rubbed her clit as he looked into her green eyes.

You are one amazing woman Daphnee. The word sexy isn't enough to describe what you are. With that and nothing else he slams his hips up and into her tempting sex, her tiny skirt pushed up to her lower back and draping around their privates. His hips waste no time slamming up and into her delicious, juicy tunnel, setting a rabid pace, anxious to show her exactly what she did to him.

His other hand finds the now free, soft flesh of her neck keeping her head turned, eyes locked as his soft lips seek hers.

A blush creeps over her features, she would never quite get use to hearing compliments though as horrid as her time had been it was rare that she was degraded or insulted. Perhaps she had impressed those tormentors some how. And of course there were those that she had not minded given how bad the others were.

Kakumaoh had been the first to show her any gentleness and she had learned a valuable lesson that day. Not everyone was going to ignore her, but more importantly matters were going to happen but sometimes she could transform them for the better.

He moves quick inside her and while at first she tries to press back she stops giving that the movements as so awkward and unnecessary. Her head turned she is unused to feeling a touch upon her neck. True, the collar had been removed at times. Ania and Vex dis so. She could not do it herself though in the case of the later Vex had no idea that he had freed her from it's torments for about a week and Ania never kept it one her whenever they met, a benefit of their encounters had been that she was always going to be collar free even if she had learned that by asking for the removal lead to the collar having worse effects next time it was around but if she did not ask for it's removal and it was in fact removed then when it came back it was no worse for her. It was as if it read her intentions in a way though now she didn't have to worry about it ever again she hoped.

Her green eyes fall upon his and she takes his lips as she feels the onslaught of that member reach into her further causing her to man as her tongue dances with his. Her body shivers as that pressure builds though for the moment the “little death” as the French called it had eluded her though clearly she felt that bliss rushing over her.

Daphnee offered herself and the demon readily accepted. Her hands clasp against the shelves, holding on as he slams up and home into her slick tight depths. His cock and the force of his thrusts seem more an attempt to lift her off her feet with each primal surge, rather than break any speed records. His fingers greedily grope over her tiny clit, stroking both up and down and rubbing in circles with his fingertips.

Backside thrust out she had been wanted to be taken from behind in more of a raw brutal fashion and he definitely had no qualms in trying to deliver. His mouth hungrily meets hers, opening and closing as his tongue darts into her warmth to seek her tongue. Wrestling briefly he withdraws, and his hands pull free from her to return to her hips.

Deep hard thrusts follow. The sound of their flesh impacting roughly as he takes her from behind.

Fuck I needed this...so wonderful...take it all...Daphnee...fuck your so wet...

The strong forceful thrust continue in the silence of the top floor. As he goes along, the fucking remains just as forceful but he slowly increases the tempo.

Her tongue danced in a duel with her own as he pressed into her quenching the fires that his drug stirred up, giving her what she had needed as knots and darkness were no longer going to cut it. There were far too many distractions for her this time.

His praise falls upon her ears as she hears him speaking to her. Indeed she is wet for him easing that passage into her as the Prefect folds about him around him. Her walls tighten and collapse trembling against his arrival again and again though her lips make contact with what they could.

His chest, his shoulders, his neck, his lips as she flows over him. That need being seen too, the contact on her neck odd seeing that not even water from the shower tended to touch her there. But now there was contact, normally that would be no big deal though she had not been used to it. There were a few times though when it was removed and there was contact, mostly with Ania probably only with Ania as far as memory went … there was that ooze serpent thing but that was well before the collar.

“That's it … uhhhh!” He always knew how to move, how to press into her. It was as if he had been in sync with her mind though she had no clue as to how true that was.

Those lips, made of pure honey and bliss tasted so sweet. They moved anywhere she could reach at the odd angle. He fucked Daphnee hard and deep, making sure he gave her pleasure equal to what those heavenly lips provided. Grabbing a handful of short purple hair in one hand, his pounding cock continues to be dipped to the hilt, balls and hips slapping against her skin, while he pulls her head back with the thrusts, arching her back.

He leans in, continuing to fuck her hard from behind, and his lips start to repay her. Finding the freshly exposed skin that collar recently concealed, his lips suction on a particular tender spot. His tongue flickers in tiny licks inside the vacuumed circle, tasting her flesh and sweat, and sending a simple pleasure through her hot body. After some solid thrusting and a decent amount of licking he moves his attentions slightly lower striking another recently freed stretch of flesh. When those licks end, he simply switches hands pulling her hair and switches angles to begin repeating the licks on the opposite side of her neck.

Passion fueling him, he pulls his body back and releases her hair, and instead slides her prefect's sash off. Fingers reaching around her body he cups her breasts over the shirt and bra and fondles them briefly. Not content, those fingers reach into the gaps between the buttons and the button holes and with a display of power, he yanks hard popping buttons free and tearing the shirt open exposing her bra. He finishes removing the half ruined garment and tosses it to the side. Fingers working deftly behind her, he unclasps her bra and helps to slide it free, leaving Daphnee in naught but her simple plaid skirt. Large clawed hands resume their fondling unimpeded now by the fabric that once protected her flesh.

When Ania touch her it was in the form of a leash-like tentacle and not in this manner. Licking one side then the next. Had Vex done something similar in that dark place? She couldn't remember, she recalled being afraid a lot though given how they encountered one another. It was brutal, savage though she had always dreaded to him reverting his interests seemed to have chanced over those two days.

Her mind briefly recounts the rare contact that her neck endured either before or after the collar though it was so strange since not even she felt anything there for so long other than leather or the coolness of the bell attached to it.

Full hard thrusts left her panting as he moved to strip her. Another errant thought about clothes that was brief, clothes that she did not have to worry about today mind you … hiding some here and there on the campus since she did not always have her survival pack with her. But that image was quickly dispelled as he filled her again, pulling her back.

He was still grabbing fistfuls of hair though she would have to see the damage later, probably get to a stylist of something though she was guessing it was at least shoulder length. Then a thought, would her Mistress approve? It was a done deal any way and as she said, hair grew back.

All this had not been important though as she pressed back eager to meet those thrusts as she rippled over him. She was getting close though by experience she figured that he still had a ways to go and needed to reset a little despite that need that was burning though her she managed to collect herself for a moment her and there.

“W-Wait, s-stop ...” she wanted to switch positions, to hold back a little longer but if he forced the issue there was no doubt she was going to cum and cum hard.

The demon was lost in the rough thrusts, his hand pulling her soft hair, his moans and her groans, the slap of their tender flesh meeting over and over again. He felt her lubrication rapidly increasing as he worked his soft lips and tongue over her sensitive neck. He knew she was getting close and he wanted her to cum for him, a sign she was getting what she needed to keep that horrible longing at bay.

Yet she requested him to stop. She wanted something, her mind not divulging what she craved. Like the stopping of a freight train on the go, he slows those powerful thrusts to a crawl, tough to end that momentum that gave them both such apparent delight.

Following her wishes though, he finally bring those powerful hips to a grinding halt, thick cock still impaled inside her warm, wet depths. What is it my dear? He asks taking the time to release her hair and groped one of her breasts as he waits for an explanation.

He stops just in time given the continuation of those thrusts through her tender sex. She hangs there at the edge of release hanging by a thread as she gasps drawing fuel back into her burning lungs, her hands tightly pressed to that book case as her eyes close tightly in an effort to collect herself.

He was still inside her, that rod that her body folds about rippling from top to bottom then bottom to top as need fills her in those moments. A need that she is able to suppress with great difficulty as the urge to thrust her hips back against him had been there and that rod embedded in her was a great distraction.

“Let me turn around ...” she gasps, wanting to put off her release just a little longer.

He simply watches as her head dips forward, her hair hiding her face, as she breathes deeply. He wonders what is happening as a lack of fresh orgasmic wetness clearly points out her missing orgasm. Content to give her the time and respect her wishes, he simply waits as her pussy clenches up and down along his waiting shaft.

As she speaks he nods silently, and simply slowly pulls his glistening cock free of her depths and takes a step back. Watching as she tries to maintain control. It had been a tough night on her, but he hoped this was helping change it into a much kinder one.

Take your time. Tell me what you need and want and we can make it happen Daphnee.

His member draws out of her and she gasps leaning on the shelves a little before slowly turning about leaning against them as her chest rises up and down accentuating her breasts. Those pink nipples are stiff and greet his eyes, dried tears on her face and disheveled hair show that it had been a harrowing encounter thus far that she still had not processed.

One of loss and of gain. Both had yet to really sink in and there was also the effects of that aphrodisiac that she was still battling against to some success in the short term at least. It was a losing battle but she had only needed a short respite to kindle some of that need or at least tapper her own imminent release down a little.

Being taken with the bookcase at her back would have been uncomfortable so she approached him, hands on his chest siding up to his shoulders then behind his neck drawing him down for a kiss. One leg hitched up brushing against his side and waiting upon him to secure it before hoping up with her other leg doing the same on the other side.

Continuing their kiss for a little while, her chest pressed to his, her tongue draws away from him and she looks just over his shoulder as an idea begins to take root.

“Your slime … does it work on you?”

The demon watches as she breaths deeply, trying to regain some composure. Her chest heaves and she finally manages to approach and pull him down for a kiss. His mouth meets hers, soft lips parting for his tongue to seek out hers. Raising a leg, he takes it in one strong forearm, before she hops up into his other forearm. Her nipples rub his defined chest, as she presses close into that kiss.

Leaning back her green eyes lock onto his own. I do have a natural immunity built up to it. The only thing it would do it flatten down my spiky hair nicely. The demon answers her question with a smile. If you would like to lose yourself and relax, I can certainly slime you, or us both if it would make you feel better?

Legs held easily at his sides by bis forearms, while his hands cup her lovely ass, he lowers her gently until his thick cock is pressed up to the opening of her sex. Staring into her eyes, he waits to see if she had more she wanted other than the brief question. He takes the moment to lean forward and kiss her again, before shifting those lips to her newly exposed neck. She seemed to like the freedom and he had to admit so did he.

Having her collared seemed like a crime. She was a sexual goddess caged in frustration, limited in action, yet destiny had freed her to practice her talents. The demon was happy both to free her and be the first to receive all she had to offer.

A shame about the slime though it had only be a thought that she had just now as she gazed upon that tail. She shook her head at him sliming her or the pair of them as she had more freedom this way, finally free of that collar she was finally free to choose for herself and could look more into her ultimate goal of escaping this place altogether.

Two years, well she was about ready to start her third year after the summer was through and while she had found clues here and there and had even been taught a thing or two she had still failed to find that one thing that would see her back to the mainland. If she managed to escape with her Mistress then Japan was out, as well as Germany and America as people were likely to search there. She figured that they would be looked for possibly even killed or recaptured so staying off the grid and avoiding the obvious was something that had to be considered carefully.

But that was neither here nor there as she took those lips with hers and even exposed her neck even further to him as her fingers squeezed his shoulders and she gasped out. Her hips swishing back and forth to entice that member sliding against that tip with the warmth of her body.

Her nipples rubbed up against his chest as she began to slowly pressed down taking him into the warmth of her body as she takes him. It is a tight fit though when she has all of him inside her she lifts up off him then slowly presses back down moving against him as she grips him member tightly with that moist warm body of hers.

Pressed up against the bookcase, the demon moans into the soft flesh of Daphnee's neck. She had been freed from the collar at last, but it had cost her her beloved puppet, some tears, some blood, and a good bit of her hair. His lips suckled while his tongue darted forth between them licking her sensative neck, and then her ear lobe. His breath was harsh in her ear as her warm sex convulsed and accepted him deeply inside.

Legs held easily by his muscular frame, she rocked up and down on his rigid dick fucking him throughly, as he pressed her all but naked form against the bookshelves of the silent library. His hips thrust up to meet each of her downstrokes at they passionately fuck. A couple books come tumbling down in a couple loud thumps as one extra vigorous thrust crashes her against the shelves.

He stops nibbling her pierced ear lobe long enough to look into the beautiful depths of her green eyes, fucking her hard and fast wanting to make the pain and suffering fade if only for a moment. Eyes locked, he stares into her soul, as her hardened nipples press against his buff chest.

He grabs her ass, seeking the sheeth himself in her warmth to the entire length he possesses. Over and over he stabs into her wet velvety folds.

She had shed tears, they were not the first nor the last. Same thing with her blood. Hair grew back, though there was the lament of a lost friend. She was free of that collar at last. While on this island it may not do much but it was the first step in obtaining her freedom, she at least had a chance now rather then none at all and she appreciated that more.

The loss of one of her earlier creations would have been worse. Now though she wasn't ignored as much. She still didn't have many associates, the sash saw to that but it also commanded attention. She wasn't ignored as she was, not in the same way and their was always her Mistress and other Prefects to interact with.

Her back pressed up against the shelves, her legs curling around each other behind his back tightly squeezing him with both legs and pussy. He was deep within her, those thrusts filling her. Books fell to the floor, her back ached in a few places but it wasn't that bad sort of ache either.

Experiencing his lips she was caught up in a moan, there eyes had locked. More of that pain was gone. There was hope. Not a great deal but at least now she had a fighting chance. He had showed her a new technique and got rid of her collar. Few were useful. Most just took and gave nothing back save for torment in some fashion.

Yeah, he could be setting her up for a fall later but she didn't think so. The meditative techniques and the removal of that collar seemed far too useful and she had not seen a sadistic side even when he brought those torture implements along it was more for show and to teach her a lesson not to worry about things that might not happen. It was a tough lesson to embrace but one she would have to get the hang of. She was well along in that regard in many cases though there were still those human habits before that lesson and even a little now though they were far less … most had been involved about the damn collar, worrying about getting rid of it or it interfering with things in the future.

But that was no longer a worry now unless Therion returned and did it all over again. He was sadistic, though if that happened she knew that it could be removed by the acts of another. There was hope there that it could be removed again.

“OOHHH! GAWD! FUCKING GOOOOOOD!”

She shattered cumming around him. But as explosive as that was she had not stopped, conditioned to press through such ordeals. Made to endure days on end of sexual torment. Often her mind checked out. She had no training in holding back her orgasms and factored in there were many more in store for her.