While she did not answer him she did comply by the removal of her bikini bottom. Slarr's hard member pressing against her rump the more his finger pressed inside her. Nice and slow. He built up the pace gradually, his digit rolling up against the slick walls of her passage even as that pace increased in response to her moan.

Slarr noted the lifting of objects. Mostly what equated to sea shells and handfuls of sand. He was not spooked by it. Surprised, though should she attempt to use this as a weapon against him he had defenses that made him invulnerable to physical attacks. At most, he surmised, she could irritate him.

While his finger worked her up his other hand moved from her breast to unhook that top, either unstringing it of simply slicing the material away with a claw if it were more complicated. His hand then returned. Fingers curling over her nipple and rolling it. His thumb continued to work over her clit all the while getting her nice and ready.

When his finger slipped free of her his hands fled to her hips. Twirling her about to face him his hands settled over those breasts. Pushing her back while maintaining his hold Slarr was guiding her down not caring if she winded up on the sand or the towel.

“Or perhaps you'd prefer to go to hell?” He grinned as his stinger traced along her thigh.

Her top came off with little complaint, showing off the swell of her chest to the world and how proudly her nipples stood to rapt attention. Her heart pounding against het chest rapidly as the stimulation to her cunt and breast made waves of pleasure draw her into the sea of building lust. There was a moment where her hand went behind to swat the hard cock away from her ass, but due to the hold on her all she did was manage to glide her nails across its long length before she was suddenly spun around and getting the first real look at her attacker.

She didn’t know what to make of the devil, maybe later her brain would process the fact that something out of a dnd camping was about to rape- What the heck his dick is huge. she couldn’t help but stare at the length of the fiends cock, her eyes were firmly on it as she was forced onto a mixture of sand and towel.

“Hell for sure..” she muttered on accident, knowing that thing was going to be used to impale her already aching sex. At least the fiend had pleasured her in away that was familiar, it would make accepting that giant cock possible. The distraction however was enough to abate the psychic energy that had built, the shells and sand falling to the ground. But then she felt the stinger send an uncomfortable sensation across her thigh and her eyes widened. There was soft gasp and her hands clutched at the ground under her as if she was preparing for pain.

Humans were a complicated bunch. Slarr knew from the contracts he made with them that they didn't always mean what they said. From the gaze that swept over him he could tell that the girl was drinking him in. The alienest before he as she attempted to make some sense out of what she was seeing.

A poker player she was not. While she was viewing him he was doing in turn to her naked form. A grin spilling over his lips as the sand and shells fell back to the earth. Shocked was likely. He surmised that she had to use effort and concentration to maintain her gift which of course was broken in that moment.

Oddly she responded. “Hell? I don't get many requests for that.” He followed her down. Hands falling to her knees in order to open up her legs.

Once she had been on display to him he interrupted her words in a more favorable light. He doubted that she wished to truly give in to his sadistic tendencies, stunned in what she saw and looking forward to being impaled. He'd play it by ear as he normally did.

His head lowered between her legs. That tongue of his creeping slowly up her slit then back down it. Slow licks continued as his arms reached up to fondle her breasts. Squeezing them and pressing them together as the licks continued. By the time those licks transformed into sucks along the edges of her flower his fingers began to pinch, twist and roll her nipples.

Tugging against them at points like they were tiny udders. The very tip of his tongue creeping inside her as he continued. Seeking to bring her to hell by drawing out her pleasure and ultimately denying it until he was ready.

He used more of that tongue. Backing off or stopping whenever he felt the clenching of muscles or what he perceived as an oncoming orgasm. Slarr gave her occasional brakes by witching over to her clit. Tongue rolling over it an nudging it. Teeth gently tugging on her as he primed her body.

Slarr, however, gave into his impulses far too often. He was easy to distract an as he prolonged her torment he stirred up his own. Nearly forgetting what he set to do he pulled away from what he was doing creeping over her until he was peering down into her eyes. His stiff rod poised at her gates all too eager to penetrate them. He nearly had recalling what he was doing at the last moment when his tip rested against her. Rubbing back and forth against her rather than thrusting inside straight away.

Moment after moment passed. His attention switching to those sweet breasts. Sucking on them as he continued. Nipple-like teeth chewing softly against those hardened peaks in effort to distract himself. But the call of her body was too much. The tip of him pressed inside hr sweet comforts. Slarr groaning out at the barest feel of her body around his own.

Summer? Complicated? Boy was that true, as the poor woman struggled with what was going on while at the same time feeling a small excitement over being taken whether she wanted that or not. She tried to rationalize it as being the safer option regardless if she didn’t or not, her first experience taught her much and she was smart enough to know that her life would be at risk if she didn’t go along, or at least painful torment. Furthermore, a poker player she was not indeed. She let out a scared whimper as her legs were forced open on display, the woman barely looking excited as it were. She may have said hell, but it was absolutely out of momentary distraction over the size of his cock.

His tongue against her slit caused her to recoil under him, making her tits bounce invitingly, her toes curled and dug into the sand from the heat of his hot slick muscle gliding up and down, and her palms pressed flat against the softness of the course earth. Her eyes shut tight for a moment as each lick caused her heart to beat faster, as her stomach twisted in a knot, this wasn’t like before how some pretty girl got her body ready, made it easier to give into the lust. No part truly wanted this- except the part of her who that was being turned on by that overwhelming assertiveness. Her legs widened just a bit as the devil-like thing’s tongue entered inside her musky depths, her inner walls squeezing around the hot invader to keep it out more than likely.

It wasn’t until the imp changed his focus to her tits that her body started to warm up to his advances, a soft moan escaping her lips as they were pulled in what must have been a milking attempt- though her mind didn’t process that as it was the feeling of a blossoming heat pressing against her womanhood that made her temperature rise and a cool sweat form along her skin. Her eyes were wide open and staring upwards as anticipation wracked mind, body, and heart. The tip of his dick going inside her causing her to moan in protest at first, but as it slid in a bit more her arms found their way around her attacker in a sudden embrace, fingers digging into his back.

“I-“ her voice was shaky, she was going to protest, “G-Gentle.. I’ll.. find you.. strawberries..” there was no avoiding what was about to come, but making it easier on her self, like she did with her “family” would be the most ideal situation.. that was how she survived through the hard times like this.

Slarr found Summer responding. It was the little things. The widening of her hips. The delicious little moan that escaped her lips as he tended to her breasts. Finally the encircling of her hands about his back. She had not pull him down deeper inside her but a look into her eyes spoke volumes as to her need. The betrayal of her body.

She felt so good and he was barely inside her. Tight muscles surrounded him along with that molten heat. As he collected himself against the unexpected treat she spoke. Was there fear there? A bargain? Slarr had a sadistic side from time to time. Mostly with those that were just too stubborn for their good. Those that submitted or cooperated he took a different approach provided he wasn't in a bad mood.

The bargain was enticing. Strawberries? In exchange for something he was likely to do anyway unless he got too carried away in his own pleasure. He'd have to wind himself in.

At first he didn't answer. His lips finding her own and drinking from them. Before long his tongue was pressing into her mouth. Hands enveloped her breasts giving them gentle squeezes while his thumbs grazed over the peak of her nipples.

Drawing away from her lips enough to speak he could hardly contain his glee. “Deal. Pat me on the back if I get too carried away.” He thought it might be easier if she were on top. That was one position he rarely found himself in since the students often weren't willing. Eventually, perhaps. She just felt so damn good that he was loath to give up this position right now.

He began moving his hips. Slowly pressing himself into that chalice until either he found her limit or she took him all. Stilling he basked in the moment as much as allowing her to collect herself before pulling all the way out of her before finding his way back inside at a different angel.

Slowly he tested the angles she preferred. Keeping his pace consistent and constant now. “Nice. I'm going to go a little faster now.” Picking up the pace Slarr didn't go too fast for now as he plundered those depths.