Her pleading was good spice for his violation of her. She wasn't fighting much, not really trying to get away. A pure virgin loosing to this kind of darkness, but that also meant she didn't have experience to draw from for strength. When Leigh and her sisters had been caught in his awakening, they'd become fodder for his birth, a morsel to spark him into this world. They'd hoped to live, to serve him and to writhe in pleasure as his worshipers. But the ritual could never have ended with their survival. Who would have engaged in such a thing, if they knew beforehand their prize would be death? But there could be hope for Danielle.<br/><br/>Her surrender was beautiful, and it swelled the darkened limb further. The tentacle inside her massaged her recently untouched tunnel, and had learned the female anatomy from the dead cultists already. It liked her sap, and made sure to inflict pleasure on her as it continued to mingle her moist with its own, overwhelming concoction. When she relaxed his breathed with approval, and his human hands started to explore her body, favoring the slathered tit.<br/><br/>With her offered compliance the tentacles on her wrists loosened, their liquid kissing her wounds better. Soon they had threaded over her shoulders and between her breasts, a harness to keep her up, but no longer forcing her. A set of tentacles, the darker once from his cock, continued to dress her skin in the sticky, clear fluid until they reached one hand each, petitioning to be petted, now that she was being so cooperative. His own hands admired her hips, as they were rolling on their own for the favorite tentacle. She was helping in her own deflowering.<br/><br/>When it had brought her close, pressing her right up against her own edge, it retreated, leaving a great wealth of elixir in its wake, dripping down the inside of her recently showered thighs. He moved her closer by her harness, and kissed her firmly. She would have no choice but to take his tongue, and it would start to wander over the back of hers, until it was invading her throat while her body was positioned to slowly push her sex against the massive head of his.<br/><br/>The appendages at her back were eager to suck onto her asscheeks to keep them parted, the third tentacle between twisting its tip to make it smaller, carefully pushing at her tighter hole, and evenly salivating the thick fluid to make the intrusion more palatable. Her body was already in an uproar, it wouldn't be all to hard to convince her of most things, now.<br/><br/>The harness continued to push her pink folds onto the monster cock, and unforgivably advanced the log into her. "This is what you were meant for." his voice said at the back of his swallow, black eyes taking in her dismay and enjoyment. "This is why you brought me home with you."