At the moment, Danielle hated him. She hated the way he was making her feel. She hated the way the things filled her up in the most abhorrent and grotesque ways imaginable. How she wasn't bleeding to death was an impossible feat, though she figured it was likely due to whatever she was covered and filled with. When his tongue filled her mouth and slid down her throat once more she moaned. It wasn't as large as a cock, though regardless it didn't suffocate her. Magic. It was both wondrous and terrifying. Terrifying to know she was completely at his...its...mercy. She could feel something filling her from all ends, feel her stomach starting to distend with the unmistakable sensation of fullness.<br/><br/>It caused her to whimper, overwhelmed by what she was feeling. Still he moved in her. Still she was fucked without remorse. Defiled. When he pulled his mouth from hers, she swallowed convulsively. If not for the pleasure filling every part of her she would be sick. When she saw it had returned, she clenched her jaw. "What...what are you doing to me?" she demanded, right before things slithered out from the back of his head. Her eyes widened and she screamed, mortified by the things that slithered up her nose, into her eyes and ears. She fought for several seconds, but as soon as they attached themselves to her cranium, all thought left.<br/><br/>It was as if she was split apart, more in a metaphoric sense, unable to gather thought. She didn't even hear his apology as she was so overwhelmed by pleasure. Feeling his hot release fill her, the pleasure shattered her apart, and instead of screaming in terror she let out cries of pleasure. Her orgasm was both beautiful and powerful, causing her to arch in the most exquisite fashion. Her chest heaved, completely lost in rapture. Once she started, she couldn't stop. Release after release shook her form, convulsing against the tile. Her toes curled and her nails bit into the fleshy appendages that had found their way back into her hands. She was completely covered, inside and out, with secretion, cum and...whatever else it had done to her.<br/><br/>Still she couldn't gather her thought, the fear stripped out of her by the things attacked to the nerves in her brain. All she knew, all she felt was pleasure. Endless, wonderful pleasure. She would likely cum until he...it...stopped her. She'd had no choice but to give in, or die. But then something sparked in her. Human will, or something close to it. Her hands were shaking, her body licked with sweat from how many times she had cum. Every part of her was week, but she tried, screaming, to get the things out of her face, tried to struggle, to fight. She wouldn't be belittled. She wouldn't be mocked or humiliated anymore. Danielle bucked, but everything was week, like an ant trying to bite an intruder.<br/><br/>Still her body was wracked with pleasure, but she was done just sitting there and taking it.