Even god-fearing Aliand had a hard time objecting to the sordid scene. Her brain tasted like salt and all of her memories to the small threads, and they delivered small doses of the alien juices to soak into her most deciding matter. It was the most intimate visitation a human could experience, in theory. Sewing into the bends and knots of her brain, it was twisting everything she could remember into suggestive dreams, with all the sensations and urgency of real-life abuse. Danielle was being violated by bliss.<br/><br/>Why, she'd asked, but did she really care when her eyes disappeared into her skull and her body couldn't take anymore, but wanted more all the same? She was stronger now, slowly cured from the starvation the spawn had put her in. Aliand took some comfort in that, deep inside the creature with enamel horns and blacked-out orbs in its eye-socket. Her nails found the tentacles she was holding and pleasuring with her hammering jerking, she cut them with her nails, and they bled more of those lubricants that were driving her from her own mind.<br/><br/>Her ass wasn't as unwelcoming as it should have been. The demon had noted some affinity there, to being taken, and so he'd not been careful with his own appendage. It was large, he knew, and she noted as much without protesting overly. How lewd, recently virgin Danielle, taking everything so willingly now. He bit his very human lip as he watched her enjoy her own fall from grace. How could she resist? It wasn't in their species to say no to pleasure. She'd been brave enough for one lifetime. He rewarded her for that with deep surges into her tightest entrance. Their kiss, despite being of a choking nature, was rather loving, in the end. Danielle accepted her would be murdering tryst, and wanted it.<br/><br/>He stroked her leg when she offered it, and gasped in delight when she moved on her own accord. He kissed her firmer, his lips moving by Aliand's command, and not the primal seduction of the demon he'd been mixed with. How macabre their scene became, with the woman urging the monster on while she was being taken so roughly, his length in her last place, but she was moving like she was a willing partner. Perhaps the old Danielle had succumbed from being violated by something otherworldly, after all, and the woman now was simply adrift in her place, strung up between incepted desires.<br/><br/>But his lulled thoughts, satiated by the woman underneath him that carried the spawn he'd fathered, were ripped from the almost amicable union when another woman came in. His eyes were their oily pools and the horns flared like white fires on his head. Poor Danielle, when his limb grew to monstrous proportions inside her, but the produced medicine would probably make her like it, all the same, despite the pain. It wouldn't matter for long, because he slid out of her filthy place and stood, substituting his cock for two tentacle inside her. He was still connected to her on the floor by appendages in her cunt and in her ass, when he started walking, hulking and menacing, toward the new guest.<br/><br/>"Well." he started, his collarbone lifting and sprouting it's own appendage. The limb shot out beyond the woman, and slapped the door closed behind her. It twirled around her neck quickly, lifting her in the less than gentle grip. "who are you?" he asked, but threads were already growing off the tentacle to penetrate her temple, needle-like. "Jessica." he said and brought the woman closer, strong fingers easily peeling off her clothes. "You're not Danielle." like that was her death sentence. His mouth was lined and overflowing in the elixir that swam in Danille's system, and he brought Jessica closer until his inhuman tongue could reach to start pumping the secretion into her.