Fantasy or Reality? (OPEN)

Cheska pushed herself upright, peering at the man-beast. "So impatient." She mused, crossing her arms over her exposed chest as she watched Wak. "So very impatient," she muttered, quite intrigued by how impatient he was.

Cheska was startled when the man-beast pulled her up by her leg, and started to nibble on her skirt. "Ooi! Wak, what are you doing?!" Her arms had released their locked hold across her chest.

Cheska squeaked as her skirt was pulled down - it hadn't had a belt or anything more than elastic holding it in place. Her hands pressed against the back of her head; she was slowly figuring this creature out.

If she tried to stop him, or acted hostile, the man-beast would get upset with her.

Cheska shifted, arms finding their way across her chest as the man-beast explore the area he had just revealed. She moved to sit up, and would, unless he stopped her. "What are you doing, curious beast?"

She inquired. She was very briefly reminded of a film from her childhood - Tarzan - but she was sure none of this happened with that particular man-beast.

She squirmed as his hand moved across her stomach, to touch her underwear. She squeaked when he jerked the fabric - her fingers twisting into her hair to keep herself quiet.

"Mm. What are you doing, you adorable man-beast?" She inquired, forcing herself to stay stilll so as not to upset the male.

Cheska pressed her hands against her mouth, "Mm. Wak! No, Wak!" She furrowed her brow as she moved to sit up; "Don't lick me there," her face was red, her fingers pressed into her lap as she peered at the man-beast.

Cheska had whimpered when the man-beast had forced her blockade aside to continuing licking; only to jump when he shouted and ran off. Her own eyes widened, and the half-succubus tilted her head to one side, fingers running through her hair as she tried to think - should she try to get back to the academy with her clothes torn and messy, or should she wait and see if it came back for her?

In the end she decided to wait.

Cheska gazed at the rather large tooth, giggling. "Is that for me?" She inquired, crawling to run her fingers the length of the tooth, ignoring the blood and slime that surely coated her fingers. Cheska was oddly accepting; then again, Cheska was a bit odd herself.

"It's lovely, Wak! It's called a tooth - tooth." She said it slowly, in hope he would say it to her.

"Those aren't teeth." she mused, giggling softly. "Those are called panties."

She shifted as she watched him, waiting to see what he would attempt to do. "They keep everything safe," she explained, furrowing her brow. How did she explain this?

Cheska squeaked as he licked and tugged. "Safe." She stated, furrowing her brow at the beastman. "Well, do you want me to take them off?" She would push down the sides of her panties, just a little ways, to see if that was what he wanted from her.