All this fuss over one tiny little peice of parchment. HIs curious mind had to know what was inside of that letter, even moreso now that she had began attacking him in such a primitive matter. As soon as she latched onto the bicep of the arm that had the hand that contained the letter, he knew that he was in for more of a wild ride than even he could have anticipated so early. Clenching his fist tight, he crumpled the letter even moreso, though he also did his best not to rip it or damage it in the least.

If one were to have walked in on the two of them right now, all they would see was one rather large looking lizard man standing completely still as a human female began to bite into his shoulder, digging her nails into it's flesh, as futile as it would be. His hand kept a steady grip on that letter, but his other arm, the one appendage taht so far she had been ignoring, would stretch out to the side before curling around her waist to her backside, doing his best to pull her body as close to his own as he could, even though she continued to bite as hard as she could into that thick, leathery skin of his.

Growling, he did his best to use his left bicep and forearm to drag her body as tightly against his chest as he could, even if that meant getting his other forearm up against his body as well. His left hand, however, immediately grabbed at her blouse, pulling the fabric out with a flick of his wrist before there was something coming out from between his legs, shooting between hers but not before making almost a thin, paper-like cut against the inside of her calf. The lizardman's tail shot up, between both of their legs, cutting effortlessly through the back of her skirt, and up through that fabric of her blouse he had stretched out...The razor's edge of that tail pushed against her spinal column, threatning to press in.

"Is that letter so important that you'd risk dying? Back off...before I leave you naked and bleeding, instead of just naked." He growled, his powerful arm still holding her body as close to him as he possibly could, pinning her while she held onto his bicep and his shoulder with her hands and teeth, even though the backside of her uniform was now split in two.

Grail tipped his head down slightly as soon as he felt the student begin to give up. He grinned to himself, seeing that she ultimately was surrendering to his might, a feeling he enjoyed quite a bit. He continued to hold her close, even after she had dropped her arms and squeezed her just a bit tighter before allowing his tail to drop between his and her legs once again, slithering out towards his hindquaters where it belonged. His hand that was gripping onto her back ran down to her hind end, giving it a hard, deep squeeze, feeling her flesh in his fingers before running the tip of his claw back up her spine.

"Now...let's just see what this letter says, shall we?" He growled, asking the question but not waiting for a response as he gripped onto the side of her left arm with his left hand, gripping tight on her bicep before wrenching his left arm back, aiming to savagely throw her to the side of the room with one hard jerk. At the same time he would open his right hand, letting the letter fall open a bit. His eyes began to scan down the letter, a twisted smile forming at his lips as he knew now that this must have been what all the fuss was about.

He turned his body towards her, grinning and holding the letter out to her with both of his hands, licking his lips as he gripped the middle of it with his thumb and forefinger on both hands. "Well now...I can only guess that your name must be Catherine...how nice. Make one move, and I guarantee that this letter of yours will be lost forever...and you will never see it again. Mind telling me how much it means to you, and what you are willing to do to have it?"

"Well here in writing, it says Catherine, so I am going to call you Catherine. And I don't really give two shits if you don't like it, Catherine, because I don't really care what the fuck you think about it. Do you undestand Catherine? Or do I have to draw you a fucking picture Catherine?!" The lizard man began to laugh, a deep gutteral laugh that would carry throughout the room that they were in. Gripping onto the letter he had in his hand, he waved it at her, taunting her with it as he slowly began to bring it down towards his stomach area. "You sure you don't care about this letter? If so then you wont' mind me doing this with it then."

Licking his lips, the lizard man began to wrap the letter around his scaley, thick shaft, one that was already starting to harden from the whole ordeal. He jerked his cock slowly, that letter wrapped around his tool as he did so. Taunting her, mocking her with each and every stroke of that paper. "Mmm wow...it's almost as if I can actually feel this Harley bitch's hand over my cock...oh wait...it feels more like her tight pussy around this dick right here. Feels so good. I think I'm leaking." He said, grinning as he took a step towards Christine, his dick oozing a small dobblet of cum.

The lizard man could tell that he was getting a rise out of the student with each and every bold move he made towards her. He smiled, rows of sharp teeth greeting her as he took one final step towards her, and then stopped, licking his lips as that letter started to get stained a bit with his pre-cum, after her rubbed the paper over his cockhead slowly. "Grace her presence? Hell from the way this stupid bitch writes, I may have already gotten to her." He drew the paper away from his cock and crumpled it up in a ball, throwing it at her face, hoping to hit her head with that letter.

"In fact, I can almost guarantee that I had her. I think she enjoyed it when I ate her our...my tongue is quite talented. She kept crying out about some Catherine as my tongue dove deep into her. I guess that was you. Well, either way...your dear little Harley there, if I remember correctly, loved getting it in her ass...and always called me daddy for some reason I do believe." He stroked his chin as he talked, his tail idly swinging from the left and the right. He beat it down on the ground somewhat from time to time, grinning as he continued to almost talk to himself.

"Yeah. I remember her definately. Last time I saw her she was covered in my sperm, and about ten other monter's seed as well...we even had her willingly drinking it out of a glass. Begging for it. Such a sad pathetic sight to see. She was even a decent figher too." He was quite the talker for a demon, but that was the way he always was. He looked at the woman in front of him, seeing that her clothes had fallen a bit. He looked at that tattoo on her chest and grinned, his cock still being stroked by his hand. "Nice tattoo...will make a great target after I get done with you...Catherine."

The lizard man was about to retort, a witty one at that before he noticed that the tattoo on her chest began to glow a different color. Arching his eyebrow he was about to strike first, and ask questions later...anything suspicious like that would have to be dealt as something hostile, that was the first rule of survival. The color change of her eyes was a dead give away as well, and as he took one step foward, what happened next shocked the monster greatly. The students must have gotten an upgrade since when he was mobile a few years ago it seemed. Though as the student's clothes began to harmlessly fall to the ground before her, showing that she didn't care that she was nude, that was when Grail knew something was up.

The blue beams shot at him quickly, blinding him for a moment with the brightness after being in such a dark environment more than anything. Growling, he felt each beam begin to hit his body, pelting him as if he was being hailed on by sizeable chunks of ice more than anything. He growled, his eyes closing for a moment as his fingers snapped, the man knowing the perfect thing for this bitch to deal with for right now. As the bolts began to fade from existance, the demon turned towards the door, teeth gnashing now in utter annoyance and rage.

As the student made it to the doorway, something began to form in the midde of the halway that blocked her off from escaping the demon's wrath. The monster had conjoured up what seemed to be a huge jelly mold. The rubbery, see through creature would sit there in the hallway, blocking her off unless she had the courage to try and run straight through it. Grail snarled, stomping his foot on the ground and thrusting his head foward at the woman, letting out a roar that would rival some prehistoric beasts.

Grail reached out for the exit to that room, his hands gripping on either side of the door frame and digging his claws deep into the door, leaving visable marks as he pulled himself out of the room, launching himself a few feet as he did so. He abrubtly stopped in his tracks, skidding a little as he saw that his little demon had come to help out. Seeing his jello-like beast doing what it did best, he started to laugh, a deep, gutteral bellow that almost seemed to shake the area he was in. He watched as she began to struggle, realizing that it was foolish for her to even think she could bust through such an odd object such as the thing before her. The lizard man had some time to think about what he was going to do with her, and looked back to that room that he had entered before, remembering all those devices.

Licking his lips slowly, the demon began to reach into that jelly blob, his claws tunneling through the thick matter until his arm was buried up to the shoulder in the goo and his hand was very closely about to be wrapped around her ankle. Gripping down, he tried to get his fingers to wrap around her leg, her foot, anything to pull her out of that very sticky, and almost dense jelly monster.

It had taken a good couple of test tugs in order for Grail to get the full realization that even he would have to use his immense strength to get her out of the creature. Growling, and flexing his muscles as tight as he could, he took a step back, swinging his hips to the side and then pulled his arm back as hard as he possibly could, feeling the student begin to slide out of that goop that she was in rather quickly. He grumbled, stumbling a bit as she fell out of that goo and onto the floor, watching as her naked top half jiggled a bit as well, getting a rise out of the beast. Panting a little bit, from both the assault and the extra strength he had to put into pulling her out, the beast seemed rather annoyed at the girl right now, and was going to show her first hand what would happen to a student if they got on the monstrousities bad side.

He reached out for her, his clawed hands going over to her neck and grasped upon her throat as tightly as he could without hurting her too much. He growled, picking her up by her throat and soon wrapping a few strands of her hair in his fingers, gripping her tight as he turned his body, letting go of her throat so that he could start draging the woman, by her hair, into that room that seemed set up for such devious tortures. "OH...I'm going to have so much fun with you now whore...so much fun." He growled, dragging her in there by her hair and as they entered the room, he snapped his fingers with his free hand, and a magnificent blob began to form again inside of that doorway, blocking off any exit from the terrible room.

Her screams, her nails, her struggles...they meant nothing to the demon as he pulled her into that room. With a mighty growl he pulled her up to his body, his other arm wrapping powerfully around her frame as his fingers loosened from her hair. "Let you go? I'm not letting you go at all you little slut. It's been years since i've roamed this island...not one girl has ever done something like you just did. I want to know how you did it...and believe me, you will be punished for acting out as you did." With a grunt he would push her over towards one of the gallows that were standing up in the room...He continued to have a vice-like grip on her body as he used one hand to raise the gallows before growling at her.

"In you go, fucking whore." He snapped, grabbing onto her wrists and back, trying to shove her body into the wooden device meant to keep her head and wrists locked inside, bent over while her other half suffered any sort of humilation or stings that would be brought to it.