He didn't think she wanted sympathy, he certainly wasn't the one to give it, but that was the emotion he had in his eyes when he looked at her when she rejected him, like she was precious, and she needed care. His human cock, dwarfed by the memory of what it had swollen to before, but larger than it had even been, shamelessly stayed alert when it saw her. It had done this to her, and it's firmness seemed to indicate pride in Aliand. It wasn't a pride he wanted her to see, but in that moment, when they were both bare, he couldn't hide it very well, not with both his hands.<br/><br/>She was beautiful, glistening with the elixir and cum dripping off her lips. He wanted this to be the monster in him, but he was  back to his physical self but for the enhancements to his limb. "I am..." a monster, he breathed in recognition. Shame spiraled in his divided heart. She'd hate that he thought she was beautiful, so he didn't say it, but there was plenty of evidence for his distasteful worship on his expression. Lovely lady with her pale skin defiled, every nook of her fucked raw. Her body had liked it. He had read her sensory feedback. "B-but it could see..." he tried, as though that would give him her forgiveness. "Y-you liked..." He finally silenced himself. She was full of rage, and he had to listen to her, despite his desire to be forgiven.<br/><br/>Aliand dressed, still wet, in the clothes she'd provided, and waited outside the bathroom door, sitting. In his misery, he still felt his libido surging. The sounds of her attempts at cleaning her insides were enough to make it all unbearably lovely. He took himself, his new self, into his hands and started the process of getting relief. It was the monster of course, that brought him to it, but he was also guilty for giving in when his eyes weren't taken over. There was a never ending reserve if he provided the friction, but it was never as it had been, when he'd had many appendages buried in her.<br/><br/>He gasped when she came out, finally, and looked up from where he sat, having soiled her floor with his very human fluids, though in greater amounts than any man could produce. He wanted to apologize again, and explain that he had an overbearing instinct to protect her now that she'd been seeded, but there was no real way to start that conversation. He ended up mute, watching her as she disappeared into her room.<br/><br/>The life in her moved in her belly and in her womb. It was sucking her energy fast and draying her tongue. In truth, it would kill a host to nurture the things inside her. A cruel trick of the demons they'd woken. Part of Aliand knew that, and he couldn't have it. The elixir that had not been washed out of her skin completely, because it had soaked in deep, was telling her to have more of him. It was the saliva of the tentacles, and the wealth they pumped out that she needed to feed on if she wanted to live through the fast pregnancy. It gave her heated dreams about being violated over and over. It dressed it in dear emotions.<br/><br/>In the morning, Aliand found himself holding her while she slept. He nuzzled her hair like they were consensual lovers, and yawned as he woke, idyllic, before he sat up with wide eyes, the jostle sure to startle her awake. "I..." but there was nothing to say but. "Danielle. I'm sorry. I can't leave. It won't let me and... I think you need me."