It was love to the creature he'd become, even when she protested. Because she didn't fight him with her body. He owned that. Even her mind was divided. Only her voice was left to oppose him and that was simply sweet, like walls too tight around his cock, or tongue too eager. His cock delivered when she swallowed, and he'd not been deaf to her approving mewls when she was occupied with the thick ting, eating, and appendages invaded her other, swimming orifices.<br/><br/>It was a badge for the demon to be frightened, and it drank that compliment up. Bones rolled out of Aliand's brows again, like curled tongues, to underline why she should fear the monster having at her. Her last tangible request was to keep the hyphae away from her, and that was all the demon wanted. He caressed her cheek, like he was going to give her mercy finally, but then his nails lifted off his fingertips, and new threads reached one of her ears. A single, slightly thicker thread wormed its way into one of her nostrils. Once climbed high enough into her skull, it would fracture to set root in her brain to amplify her sensations.<br/><br/>The human part of Aliand that saw her abused by pleasure wanted to fight what was happening, but he didn't. As much as she represented the wicked in him, she was also the sole vessel for his rapture. So he drove into her with the cock she moaned for, had been taught to yearn, and he stroked her body like he owned it. "Such sweet things you say." he replied when she simply begged him, but didn't know for what. He kissed her deeper then, and rolled the tip of his tongue around her vibrating voicebox. Nothing she was could be denied him.<br/><br/>She was a beautiful thing, when she unfolded and broke away from her protests. He'd built her into something, he realized, when Danielle - who'd been a stranger yesterday - became so intimate with him. She'd not hidden anything from him because she couldn't and even though it was the essence of violation, it was also a kind of undressing of who she was. Her repulsion had been peeled off, and so had her self-preservation. In a way she wasn't human in some moments because of him.<br/><br/>He kissed her deeper, his whore and new friend, and let her have some of the sap off his tongue. Powerful elixir to strengthen her, while the moist from the tentacles aimed to make her weaker for him. He took freedoms because she was asking for it so desperately. Aliand pulled out of her gaping cunt and lifted her legs to fold over her body, which in turn raised her ass for him, despite her being on her back. The tentacle slid out obediently, and almost instantly invaded her pink folds. His length, made grander by his transformation, shoved into her ass next, and he fed it his cock with a hard pace.<br/><br/>He wanted her heart and her mind, counting every wealth of senses that she owned, so he could overwhelm them. He was a little fearful for her sanity, but he also wanted to shred it.