Tiffany did turn towards him now, mostly just to break the contact with his hands, which had started to roam over her again, but partly in panic at his sudden, unexpected countdown.

"OK, OK! Give me half a second! I'm working on it..."

Tiffany pulled the stopper from the top of the little vial. If the liquid it contained had a smell, it was masked by the slightly stale odor of strawberries.

"You-you're sure this won't hurt me, right?"

“Oh, the drink might not though I can't say the same for me,” he grinned at her mostly in an unnerving way. The liquid tasted like a flat soft drink though not gross it lost that refreshing taste about it. If it was meant to taste different there was no telling since Slarr himself had not remembered what it was.

It was sudden, and Slarr's lit up as he quickly noted what it was at her reaction. Just a caress down her arm would send shock waves through her. Each sensation was amplified though things were foggy and tended to jump around like a dream, there were gaps to were tough to discern though some how, she didn't remember how, she found herself pressed to the wall with his lips fastened to her breast.

If his touch felt keen before it was euphoric now. She would feel a hand sliding against her leg, drawing it up so that one foot was on the ground. The tip of his member caressed her entrance a few times like well timed brush strokes.

It all felt surreal in a way, his mouth came away from her breast as he stared into her eyes halting there before giving a sudden push forward into her passage which seemed wetter,either it was all in her head or the feel that he brought to the experience. He groaned as he made that single thrust into her, collecting himself before he began slapping his hips against her own groaning out against that velvet glove that was wrapped about him.

Tiffany took as sip of the rather tasteless liquid. She didn't have to wait long to find out what it did, though in truth, she would never really know. Reality itself seemed to blur; everything became unfocused and hazy, like in a dream. Heat erupted from between her legs like an exploding volcano. There was no slowly building arousal like before. Searing, white-hot lust consumed every inch of her body, burning away her thoughts. Her mind seemed to melt, running out of her head like water and dripping hot and wet from the glistening folds between her legs. Her mouth opened in a long, loud moan as her nipples stiffened into hard points.

"Ohhhh... aaahhhh..."

She had no idea of how or when it happened, but suddenly, she was pressed against the wall with Slarr's mouth devouring her breast.

"Oh! Ahh! Ahh! MMMMmmmm...."

Her back arched in helpless pleasure, thrusting her chest out and pressing her tit harder and deeper into Slarr's ravenous mouth. His hand slid down her thigh to her knee, lifting one leg off the ground, and just the simple touch of his hand against her skin made her feel hot... weak... wanting...

Tiffany's breath quickened as Slarr began to brush the swollen head of his hard cock against her hot, dripping wet sex, eliciting a soft, breathless cry of pleasure from her open mouth with each stroke.

"Ahh! Ahh... Ohh! NNnnhh..."

His mouth released her breast with a wet popping sound as he lifted his head, gazing deeply into Tiffany's vacant, glassy eyes as if savoring the utter domination of his helpless prey.

Tiffany moaned her surrender to him... and felt him surge forward, filling her with hot, ebon-hued Devil flesh.

"AAAHHHNN! HHNNnnhhh..."

Tiffany braced her hands against Slarr's chest, her lust clouded mind racing, as his thick, pulsing shaft thrust into her...

"...so tight... stretching me... so wet... slippery... ohhh god yess... inside me... deep... so good... it feels so big... hard... so hot..."

It occurred to him that this substance was like Liquid Pain whereas he used the later to enhance his sadistic side. It was clear as to why he had not used it as a substitute given the vacant look in her eyes, her body was clearly here though he had figured that her mind had checked out.

Perhaps she could focus on smaller issues that required less thought, he wasn't sure and while Slarr could have experimented a bit this just felt too good for him to brake away. Each thrust was urgent and deep. She felt the tight warm flesh clinging against him as he pressed into her varying the angle of his descent each time until he discovered what worked best.

His clawed hand set to a breast rubbing against it as if polishing a crystal ball. The other hand used his fingers to roll the wet nipple between those digits. Her words of encouragement caused him to return each time using that liquid to his benefit.

“Not what I was expecting, though not knowing what it was I wasn't really expecting much,” he said more to himself before drawing his tongue along the side of her neck. His tail rubbed up against her clit against the top of it rather than the stinger portion itself given the frantic movements of their bodies to tease with the stinger would have been harder, not that Slarr was above harming students though as long as they cooperated once he had the chase scenes he so loved he brought them no undue pain unless they deserved it, such as by eating his strawberries or resisting to much.

“You feel so good,” he coed as he pressed forth into her. His voice punctuated by a groan, his hips shuffling against hers as her hazy mind was forced to take on the mounting pleasure.

Tiffany's eyes widened, trying to refocus, at the sound of Slarr's husky, growling voice; the sound drawing her slightly back towards reality. She was only vaguely aware of what was happening though, most of her mind even now refusing to believe that what it was experiencing was real. Her hands slapped weakly at his chest and shoulders in a pathetically ineffectual attempt to push him away. She tried to scream at him to please stop now, she couldn't take this anymore, but when she opened her mouth, the words came out in a gasping, incoherent pant.

"p-punhh... PAahhhnn... ahhh..."

Whatever it was he had made her drink was doing terrifyingly exquisite things to her. Every cell in her body felt a hundred times more sensitive... maybe a thousand times more. She was losing control of herself, the strength draining out of her arms and legs as Slarr's fingers teased and tugged at her stiff, sensitive nipple, paralyzing her with toxic, venomous pleasure. His hips drove forward, thrusting his engorged, pulsing cock deep and hard into Tiffany's hot, slick, dripping wet sex again and again... each thrust eliciting a soft moan of sexual anguish from the helpless girl.

"ahh... ahh... ahh... OHhh..."

Tiffany shuddered violently, moaning faster and louder, as Slarr's impossibly prehensile tail moved between her legs and began to tease and stroke her swollen, aching clit. The small, powerful muscles lining her inner depths began to spasm chaotically, squeezing Slarr's rigid shaft hard inside her in a random, convulsive rhythm. Liquid heat poured out from between Tiffany's legs, bathing Slarr's cock in hot, slippery feminine lust that glistened against his dusky skin in the flickering torchlight.

"HHaahhnn.... AHH! OHhh... GHaa... oG-God..."

Waves of torturous, agonizing lust washed over Tiffany's mind and body as Slarr relentlessly impaled her with hot, throbbing devil flesh, the inescapable pleasure building... pushing her closer and closer to the threshold of sanity...

She never managed to vocalize to him to stop though the patter of her hands had been ineffectual. If she wished for him to stop that was one wish that she was not going to get any ti,e soon. In days past he was used by Thudd as a scout and to chase prey into a trap.

He was given the left overs and sometimes he did not wish to have their victims as they failed to meet his strict criteria. He worked with Birch then and while he still dealt with Birch Thudd was gone. Missing or dead, Slarr did not care.

Nowadays he hunted with Ania or by himself. Now he got the lion's share and so he indulged now. That liquid seemed to be doing it's job. The pleasure she felt had been greater then it would have otherwise been.

The side of his tail nudged up against her clit and played with it as his clawed hands played with those precious orbs. His claws scratched the skin threatening to cut but never did. The sounds she made called his body back as he filled her.

His pleasure mounting along side her own. Then he slowed sucking against her neck, nibbling with those sharp teeth then licking the very spots with his tongue. Grinding against her now at a slower pace a hand left her breast sliding down her side.

She would smell burnt toast as that hand broke apart into smoke making it's way beneath her ass as the smoke used the barest space. It became solid again, that hand beneath her on an ass cheek lifted her up to meet with his thrusts.

Haste blended into sheer sexual torment or experimentation seeing that he was still searching out her pleasure varying those angles and returning to the ones that had the most promising results.

“Do you wish to cum?” He asked plainly then followed this with a lick to her neck. Yes or no did not matter as he was having fun with the blond and seeing the full effect of the liquid she quaffed.

Despite his own building pleasure, Slarr's assault on Tiffany was patient and methodical. He was rather enjoying the way the pretty blonde was so intensely responding to the aphrodisiac he had administered, not to mention the way she moaned and shivered against him, utterly at his mercy, helpless to resist his complete domination of her sexually, slowly destroying her will to resist with each steady surge of his hips. Though Tiffany didn't realize it (at this point her mind was incapable of realizing very much at all) Slarr was varying his technique; altering the speed, depth and angle of his thrusts, the way his hands gripped, squeezed and otherwise fondled her breasts, the places he licked or nibbled at... all the while, gaging her reactions to what he was doing.

He found her response to be more intense when her breasts were being manipulated in some way, especially when one of her stiff, erect nipples was brushed against, pinched, pushed on, pulled at or (most noticeably) licked or sucked on.

He also discovered that the convulsive spasms he could feel inside her became stronger, more violently erratic (the fluttering, rapid, involuntary contractions squeezing him even harder) when he was deep inside her, grinding his swollen shaft into the slick, wet heat of her tight little slit in short, steady strokes... hard and deep...

Oddly, when he arrogantly asked her, "Do you wish to cum?" at the word "cum" Tiffany gasped, then moaned loudly...

"SSSS! AAHHhh...."

Coincidence? She was moaning rather steadily already... but, had that one seemed louder, more out of control than before? And... did her back arch a little more just then? Had he felt her hips press forward ever so slightly? True, his hand on her ass was pulling her into his thrusts, but still... he thought he had felt her roll her hips forward just the tiniest bit, as if to meet his thrust with her own...

The discoveries he made had been recorded into his mind. Her reactions to her breasts in every way told him how sensitive they were. He had been learning those angles that brought her the most pleasure and delighted in how she responded.

He touched her lips with a finger as lemon yellow eyes gazed down at her. His hand on her ass continued to hold her but he no longer yanked her up into his thrusts, in fact he stopped moving though it did not matter if she kept in motion.

“But we still have this hole to play with too,” he spared her ass by arrangement but he emphasized his words by rubbing her lips.

He drew out of her, that delightful warmth. Even if she tried to hold onto him he would break apart into smoke, that familiar smell of burnt toast filling the air. When he had been out of her though he encouraged her onto her hands and knees realigned himself then pressed back into her though at a quicker pace now hitting those spots that he had learned to the best effect.

One hand on her hip his stinger scrapped about a breast before his tail coiled about on breast and squeezed. That scent was in the air too, burnt toast and his tail seemed longer. A portion of it was smoke linking a more solid portion to the base of his body in effect stretching himself out without the effort. He could effectively alter his dimensions loosing mass from one area and adding it to another.

With his thrusts returning back inside her he reached around her to stroke her clit with various quick rubs, circling it one way then the other then up and down.

“Then cum. Cum to your heart's content.”

"AAahhh.... OHH! OHH! OHH! HAhhnn... AHHHnnn..."

Mind-numbing, soul-shattering pleasure filled Tiffany's mind and body like a searing, white-hot light that burned away her mind, her thoughts... all the fear and rage and desperation was gone now. Her resistance crumbled like ashes in the wind, her will shattered like glass against stone.

Slarr was taking her harder now than before... faster... he pistoned into her from behind... deep, hard thrusts that sent waves of ecstasy rippling through her. He had paid attention. He had learned her body and moved just how he knew she would like it the most.

"NNnnnhh... OHHhh... AHH! AHH! AHH! OHHHHHhhh..."

The feel of his hand on her hip, pulling her back into his thrusts... his cock... thick... hot... so hard... filling her... so deep... fucking her... the hellishly clever tendril of his tail coiled around her breast, squeezing.... pulling.... his fingers stroking her clit... rubbing it... changing direction... SO good... it felt so good...

"AHHHHNN! OOHHHHH.... OOHHHHH.... OOHHHHH..."

Tiffany's mind, consumed by pleasure, no longer controlled her body. She braced her hands against the floor and pushed back hard into Slarr's thrusts... wanting to feel him deeper... wanting him to fuck her... harder...

He spoke again, but the only words Tiffany really heard were...

cum...

and...

cum...

" HHHHhhhnnn... AAHHH... AAHHH... AHHhhhnn... "

She was so close now...

So close that she... she WANTED it... wanted him to fuck her...
wanted him to make her cum...

"HAaaHhnn! OHHhhh! AHhh... AHhh... AHhh... "

It was inevitable.
Unavoidable.
Inescapable.

She could feel the orgasm building inside her... reaching its peak... like a nuclear bomb ready to detonate...
So powerful... so intense... it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before... pleasure beyond ecstasy...

"OHH-Ohh-AHHHH!!! AHH-AHH-AHH NNHHHhhh..."

Tiffany's body tensed... her hands clawed at the floor as she slammed her hips backwards hard, meeting Slarr's thrusts with her own.

Nothing could stop it now... no force in all the worlds...

She was going to cum...

She was certainly coming to life issuing that sweet music as she shot her hips back against him as if she could get more. His hold on her hip had not really been necessary but it had lingered there for a few seconds longer. His claws scrapped against the flesh easing it.

Then he set it against her shoulder holding her back against him so she could not move back against him. Perhaps wiggling from side to side but his member would become smoke if she even tried. He was close but he was a bit sadist too. Often he wasn't so bad unless he had been put in a foul mood. Though his tail still played with her sensitive breast.

Squeezing it, the stinger breezing along it as if it would inject her at any moment. He contained no venom, however, evolution long ago replaced any toxins with just a painful sting but he did not even use that.

The hand that had been playing with her clit reached to those golden locks that he loved so much. Seizing that hair he jerked her head back, leaned down and brought some of it to his nose inhaling the scent.

Then his tongue swept against her neck. “Don't you want to cum?” He whispered then licked behind her ear. Then nibbled and licked down her neck. His tail moved on to the other breast and the scent of brunt toast increased further as the tips of his wings extended toward her tracing against her sides.

The effect of the drug was great, she was feeling things in such an enhanced way that he was aware that the substance could be used as a substitute to Liquid Pain though he was still uncertain if the effects enhanced pain as well it seemed likely.

“Cum for me.” He would begin moving once more or become solid again stretching out her passage once more before getting back to work. Each thrust deep, hard, and certainly pleasing as he groaned out barely able to hold back himself.

Tiffany's lustful moans became a mewling whine of frustration when Slarr stopped for a moment, his tail uncoiling from her breast, his fingers ceasing their skillful stroking of her clit as his hands held her back against him, keeping her from moving. She was so close... her hips tried to push back into him, but he wouldn't let her.

Instead, taking a handful of her hair, he jerked her head back, breathing in the scent of her blonde tresses as his lips hovered over her ear.

"Don't you want to cum?" he asked in an almost purring whisper punctuated by his tongue licking behind her ear in a disturbingly delightful way.

Tiffany's face reddened; a hot, shameful blush burning on her cheeks.

"...y-yuhh... y-yess..."

She wasn't sure if Slarr had heard her soft, breathless response or not, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was releasing the excruciating, agonizing pleasure that raged inside her. The orgasm building within Tiffany's trembling body had reached a frightening intensity, like a star about to supernova. She felt as though if she didn't cum soon, she would die, her mind and body consumed by the inferno of her own lust.

Finally, Slarr relented and gave her what she needed... what she wanted...

His tail had migrated to the other side of her chest, coiling around her other breast now and constricting the firm flesh tightly, squeezing harder than before. She shivered when the clawed tips of his wings traced down her sides, tickling, as he adjusted his position. At long last, his hips surged forward, plunging that shaft of hot, throbbing flesh deep into the slick, wet depths of her quivering sex yet again.

"HHAAHhhhnNNNHH!!!!!!! OOHHhhh..."

His movements were more urgent now and he felt... bigger?!... harder than before. The blood, or whatever fluid flowed in his veins, pumped strong and hard beneath his skin; she could feel his invading member pulsing inside her in a quickening rhythm as it pistoned into her with deep, hard thrusts. (Oh my God, was he getting ready to cum?!?) Some distant part of Tiffany's mind briefly wondered what would happen, what it would do to her, if he did. But that thought, along with her ability to think at all, vaporized as he whispered into her ear...

"Cum for me."

And she did.

"OH! OOHHH! AAHHH.... AHHHH... AAAHHHHHNNNN! AAAHHH... OOHHHhhnn..."

Tiffany's inner walls clamped down hard on Slarr's thrusting shaft, the tight, wet sheath of her body deliciously squeezing him as she shuddered violently into orgasm. The slippery nectar of her ecstasy flooded out over his cock in a hot, wet rush as she helplessly obeyed his last command to her... cumming for him...

She was cumming... cumming HARD... harder than she ever had before; harder than she could have ever even imagined possible...

The force of her orgasm, the violent convulsions wracking her body, the blinding pleasure that shattered her will and destroyed her mind were all too much for the young blonde. Exhausted physically and mentally, sweating, panting, yet even now, still feeling so hot and aroused by the strange liquid she had drank, Tiffany swooned, moaning softly as her body went limp beneath Slarr, unable to move, her mind barely conscious...

She came, the additional pressure as she tightened against him had him working harder to plunge into her. Still gripping her shoulder he worked her back against each thrust while he kept a hold of her hair careful not to tug on it too hard though if he did having a few blond locks as a trophy wasn't going to bother him any …

He had not collected trophies before though he considered starting today. He broke into a grin though it only lasted for a moment before pleasure contorted his features.

The clap of her ass as it made contact with his chest had been loud and urgent as he filled that warm passage with everything he had. It had been obvious that he had heard her response as each thrust honed in on her, working those angles as best as he could.

He wasn't able to hold it together much longer though. That tightness working against him had been divine. If she had been concerned about his physical make up she needed have been. His release was a bit warmer than other creature's but not by much. Certainly it was nothing that would cause even discomfort.

That essence flooded her and yet had been unusual at the same time. It wasn't even noticeable but the mass of his body changed at least for a moment. As that cum, a liquid became a gas as it soon transformed into smoke flowing back to him. He could easily replace the spent mass but there was no need to.

This allowed him to experiment a little as that essence rolled along her insides while in a liquid state. Slowly that seed transitioned itself into smoke working along those inner walls. Normally he wouldn't expect much of a reaction but her sense of touch was heightened at the moment.

“Nice ...” he gasped slow to draw out of her. He let her hair go and slapped her ass seeing that she was fading. Then he rubbed the spot tenderly.

Leaning down he licked the other side of her neck. “Don't you wish to have a taste?”

It didn't seem that she was much for endurance though but that was alright. He would use her as he saw fit. If he wished to tie her up to a tree and ravish her again when she came back around he would do so. Often he worked on whim and all too often got distracted but he kept to whatever contracts and deals that were worked out ahead of time. He was compulsed to abide by them though he rarely offered them.

Often he was tricked or forced into one.

Pia managed to get a pretty good deal and Juniper forbade him from entering her room. He could attack her if she left it though so that arrangement meant little. He just couldn't drop in on her during nights but there were so many other opportunities throughout the day.

He wanted to see how the liquid affected her so he made a rare offer sparing her ass this time around at least.

Letting her get turned around she would see how hard he still was, how he throbbed but the essence that would have drooled out of his tip showed smoke returning to him or collecting there it was hard to say though she could smell burnt toast realizing now if she hadn't pieced it together before that the scent had something to do with the smoke.

As the orgasmic tremors that had thundered through her began to subside, Slarr's relentless violation of the helpless girl only grew stronger. With one hand on her shoulder and the other still holding her head back by a handful of her blonde hair, the nefarious Devil pulled Tiffany back into his quickening thrusts harder and harder. The deviously calculated movements of his previous efforts, purposely intended to torture her with her own lustful impulses, were now replaced by more selfish motivations as he used her body solely for his own pleasure. Slarr filled her silken depths again and again, hammering into her with a savage, feral intensity that made her grunt with the force every stroke.

"Huhh... Unghh!... HAaah... HHnnhh!... "

In a final, brutal thrust that seemed to penetrate not just her body but her very soul, Slarr drove the full length of his throbbing member deep inside her, the swollen, rounded head pressing hard against her cervix as he released his hellish essence into her.

"Aaahh.... AAHHhhh... mmmMMM... OOHhh..."

A jolting shiver of pleasure rippled through Tiffany as Slarr's massive cock erupted deep within her. Jets of his unholy seed flooded her tight channel in short, powerful bursts... thick and so HOT... filling her until it spurted out around the base of his pulsing shaft in a syrupy mixture of his own inhuman essence and Tiffany's slick feminine juices that trickled down over her inner thighs.

Her eyes widened suddenly when the viscous fluid inside her seemed to vaporize, still tangible, but lighter, cascading over every inch of her inner walls like a thousand soft, tiny, writhing tendrils. In spite of her fatigue or the tremendous amount of sexual energy that had been released by her massive orgasm, this unexpected, unnatural sensation caused Tiffany's level of arousal to suddenly spike. Instead of the warm, pleasant afterglow she normally felt after climaxing, she felt the heat between her legs intensifying instead of dissipating. Her nipples, already erect and tingling with arousal, tightened almost painfully, stiffening even further until she thought they might burst.

Slarr withdrew from her after asking her something about wanting a taste, giving her ass an almost playful slap as he did so. By the time he had turned her around, bringing the trembling, sweating, panting blonde face to face with his still hard and fully erect member, Tiffany was filled with a lustful craving to feel him inside her again. She longed for it... she ached for it... she felt so empty without that thick, hard, shaft filling her slick, wet depths with hot, ebony, devil flesh...

Yet, at the same time, Slarr's voice echoed in her mind... filling her head with a very specific image... "Don't you want a taste? ...a taste? ...you want a taste... you want... you want a taste..."

In a barely audible whisper, she breathed the words...

"... a taste... I want... a taste..."

Noting the further effects of the drug she looked both flushed and needy. Exhausted but not yet at her breaking point it seemed. His suggestion was taken well too though her voice had not been so strong. He had wondered if the liquid opened her to suggestion but dismissed that in favor of her feeling so good and to get more of what she wanted.

That seemed to make the most sense to him though either was fine. He would have to pay it further attention though for now he brought his throbbing member to her lips. Slarr never feared a girl attempting to bit him. Once he felt teeth he could go insubstantial as long as he wasn't caught off guard, which Pia managed.

He doubted that she was feigning her interest though.

Soon his rock hard member was pressing inside her mouth. His left hand had a shock of blond hair while his other danced up and down her cheek feeling the bulge there from the insertion of his member. A member slick and hard covered in their combined juices of their bodies.

He eagerly face fucked her, his hips moving against her. Soft groans escaped his mouth. “Yes, that's it. Mm, yeah.”

As if one not to remain idle though his tail pressed against her sex rubbing back and forth. With that stinger it would have hurt had he used his tail to thrust inside her unless he modified his tail in some way. He preferred this better though. When she seemed close he slowed down and when she seemed to far he sped up trying to keep her on that edge if he had managed it right though there was always a strong chance that he would push her too far.

She would feel his still sensitive member begin to throb at a steady rate but he seemed to prolong that pleasure as he played with her further. “Your a natural at this … do a good job and I'll let you cum.”

Tiffany's mind had indeed become highly susceptible to Slarr's suggestions, though whether this was an inherent property of the "liquid lust" or an incidental effect (caused by some combination of her intoxicated state, the intense arousal the stuff had almost instantaneously sparked within her, and the way the overwhelming ecstasy of her forced orgasm had destroyed her will to resist and her ability to think) was unclear. In any case, when she didn't immediately act upon the desire she had verbalized (maybe some deep down part of her mind was still trying to resist), Slarr once again took hold of her hair and pulled her forward, pressing his glistening member between her panting, parted lips and into the warm, wetness of her mouth.

"Uhhkk... mmmpphh... "

She didn't resist, but she didn't respond as vigorously as he would have liked.... at first. When his tail moved between her legs, first stroking her soft folds, then pressing against them, parting them... and began to rub up and down against her hot, slick entrance in long, even strokes, her lips closed around him and she moaned against his shaft, making it vibrate exquisitely.

"MMmmpphh... ahhmmmnnhh... mmmmnnnnnhhhh...."

Slarr's tail grew slippery and wet... bathed in the dripping honey of her lust as it poured out from between her legs in a slow but steady stream.

So good... it felt SO good... rubbing her like that... long, hard strokes... that writhing tendril gliding over her aching clit again and again...

Tiffany ground her hips against Slarr's rubbing tail as he ravaged her mouth. Already, she could feel another powerful orgasm beginning to build deep inside her. Oh God... how she ached for it! She wanted him to make her cum. She longed to feel that hot rush of pleasure flooding out of her and running down over her thighs again. She was so close...

But Slarr wouldn't let her... whenever he sensed her impending climax, his rubbing tail would slow its pace or pull away from her... keeping her frustratingly, excruciatingly close... but never allowing her to cross that final threshold...

Wait... what had he said to her? The words were hard to recall in her fuzzy, lust-soaked mind. Something about doing a good job? Yes! Do a good job and... yes... I'll let you cum...

Tiffany opened her mouth wider and thrust her head forward, taking Slarr's massive length as deep as she could into her mouth. Then as he pulled back, she sucked hard at the swollen tip before taking him as deep as she could yet again. She wanted to do a good job... so he would let her cum...