Danielle still hated him. It wasn't kind, or just, or right...none of this was. And she should be fighting him. She really should, but she was so weak. Weak minded. Weak willed, and furthermore, her body was weakened severely from the thing growing inside her. Her face and body were flushed, juices dripping down her thighs from whatever the thing inside her was doing. Stirring the serum that Aliand's demon had infused into the marrow of her bones. Making her feel. God she couldn't stop feeling. When one of the tentacles wormed its way inside her, her breath caught and stuttered and she moaned helplessly around the mouthful of cock. She couldn't help but suck on the cum drizzling out of his tip, swallowing it down, tasting the addictive feel of it all. Would it be better to just give in, to stop fighting?<br/><br/>"You frighten me," she breathed, because that part wasn't a lie. Underneath the torrent of pleasure she was succumbing rapidly to, she was terrified of him. She was completely at his mercy. "And you're lying to me." Here he was calling her a hypocrite when he was lying to her. His body screamed how much it wanted her. Just as her body succumbed to his. "Please...please don't put those things inside me," she breathed. She meant inside her eyes, ears, nostrils. It was such a horrific invasion, worse than the tentacles suckling on her breasts and invading her holes. She didn't fight him. She was too weak to.<br/><br/>Danielle let him pull her down onto the floor and strip the clothing from her body. She was left bare, exposed. She whimpered when the tentacle was removed from her cunt, but then she felt the thickness of his cock surging into her. She still couldn't grasp how she could accommodate to fit him, that it didn't hurt to have him inside her. Her head craned back and her spine arched, moaning as he filled her from all ends. Her nipples swelled, and she could feel the life inside her rejoicing at her taking. It was wrong, and tears streamed down her eyes as she was invaded again. But it felt so good. So...good. Danielle's eyes rolled back and she tried to use her hands to touch him. "Please. Please please," she whispered, then groaned when that tongue slid down her throat and he pumped fluids down her throat.<br/><br/>Her legs spread willingly, feeling like a whore as he pushed so deep inside her. It felt like heaven to have his tongue down her throat, to have the squirming appendages wriggling inside her rear end and to have his thick, monstrous length pushing so, so far inside her. "More," she breathed against his lips, reaching up again. As wrong as it felt, it also felt so right, and she was practically gushing around him, though she hadn't come yet. It felt like she was held there, right there at the edge. At his mercy. His plaything. More tears streamed out of her eyes as she was subjected to being riddled down to this needy...thing that had to rely on him. That was owned by him. He could kill her now and she wouldn't even be able to stop him.<br/><br/>She moaned for him, fell apart for him, because she could feel what he gave her, feel the strength returning to her limbs, feel the creature inside her growing and in the deepest, darkest part of her mind realized this was what her life was going to amount to...