Aliand had wanted her, the way her eyes had stayed on him. It had to be an effect of all these new things he was feeling. He just nodded when she offered to find him clothes. As long as she got out of his sight, she'd be safe. He meant to roam around her apartment, he wanted to distract his mind, but instead ended up simply sitting there, back to the door of her bathroom, listening to her shuffling around before the water pummeled the tiles. He sighed and rested his head to the thin wooden barrier.<br/><br/>His upper lip still tasted like her. His tongue couldn't smother the flavor out, and it was a sorry excuse to find more of her traces on his mouth. Aliand prayed quietly into his knotted fingers, but it was becoming harder to remember even the simplest pleas. Full, unbroken images of the girls in the old house were playing for him, like stains on the inside of his head. A clear drop of saliva fell from his supposed pious mouth when he watched how long, fleshy appendages lifted two women by their hair and necks, while other, sentient cylinders crept up their legs and thighs.<br/><br/>He bit into his knuckles where he sat, for bravery, when he saw them being used for the frictions of their holes - their throats filled up to when their necks bulged, and their stomachs inflated with the coiling, snake-things inside. It was horrible, they were slowly dying, bile and vomit and foam lining their lips as they were fed great lengths of the assaulting limbs, but they seemed to be overcome by forced pleasure too, the way their eyes rolled back and their own hands molested their skin to user on the signals through their nerves.<br/><br/>The barrage of beautiful violation made him feel warm, and powerful. He shed the robe, finally, when he stood and opened the bathroom door. She'd trusted him not to lock it, or was it an invitation? He could remember noticing the heat from her inviting body, and wouldn't know it was the gift of pheromones he'd deliver during their kiss, and perhaps not the girl's real lust. The room was filled up with steam, and he felt at home, naked here. He felt justified, moving the curtain aside and stepping on the the shallow water.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry." he said, if she hadn't noticed him yet. Her red hair was darker, drowning in the rays, and her skin wore a layer of moving water. His conventional flesh was filled, but he didn't have to close the small distance between them to reach her. His eyes were eaten by blackness when two long, boneless arms reached from his shoulderblades to encircle her cut wrists, and lifted her two feet to hold her hands together over her head, against the tile. He laughed in apology, but also excitement.<br/><br/>His cock became a macabre bouquet, equally thick and dark limbs sprouting around it, and growing to weave toward her suspended body, sliding around her legs to part them. "You wanted this, didn't you? You kind of knew." he said, looking at her with the awe of a predator watching its perfect prey.