<em>Human...  but what does that make you?  An...  alien?  A youma?!  Oh no, my first time, and with a demon...!</em>Hikari's puffy pink nipples bob a bit, glistening wetly with the transformed teacher's saliva as he gropes and kisses her breasts, while his own errant tendrils squeeze them outward and pump obscenely between them, using the pillowy mass of gathered titflesh to sandwich a length of phallic tentacle until all but the tip virtually disappears between them.  She mewls in response, muffled by a nigh-identical member in her mouth, drool beginning to trickle down the side of her chin as she slobbers helplessly on the leathery organ.  Her mouth is so warm and wet, so invitingly humid that it seems almost like she's<em>trying</em>to make it good for him.<br/><br/>A haze seems to have fallen over her mind again, this one decidedly less magical in nature.  The young gymnast simply has a dimmed sense of where she is, feeling the terror of her situation somewhat distantly and detached, as if she's merely a spectator.  That's the only way she can explain why her hips buck and grind toward the serpentine phallus snaking into her now-oozing sex, or why her lovely round bottom clenches and gyrates as a thick, rigid demon-member pumps deeper and deeper into it, stretching her so far that she can feel the monster's pulse pounding through the strained walls of her rectum--and, no doubt, vice versa.  This isn't really<em>her</em>, it's just her<em>body</em>, acting out on its own while she watches in confusion.<br/><br/>That's what she tries to tell herself, at least, when she gives another gurgling moan around the cock wriggling down her throat, slurping on it wantonly...