Something was unlocking inside him, a barrier between his soul and the waiting, hungry darkness. None of his initial sacrifices had been untouched. They'd only been food. But the purity that he leeched now was feeding something in the spell that had attached to him when Leigh and her sisters had chanted archaic, crude words with their slick tongues. Aliand didn't know - he didn't have to - he just simply needed to listen to parts of the male animal forgotten or fought back by his better nature.<br/><br/>How flattering it was to both things that inhabited his body, that the excruciatingly beautiful Danielle was giving her best whimpers and her finely created body's compliance to the mayhem starting on her. The monster that had him let him become himself as he discovered the delight in tormenting stunning things until they were made to want it, themselves. Her hands pumping the sensitive tentacles, a submission and a connection to her mind. It wasn't like she was a novice to the thought itself, she was simply unpracticed - never introduced. Even to something as primal as the ghosts and magic spiraling in him, she was a valued commodity.<br/><br/>He felt her hips and he read her nerves. "Sordid girl." he mocked, so she couldn't completely forget the shame. Regret makes pleasure bitter, and it drives home the point of its acute nature. "I thought you were pure, but you're just a whore." he whispered in her ear when she begged him to slow down, not stop. "Why should I listen to you when all you do is lie, Danielle?" As though to punish her for that in particular, the small tip of the last tentacle pushed into her ass, and started to unfold itself to its original girth, expanding that tight, round muscle.<br/><br/>His thrusts did not slow down. The harness kept her in place, and had her body respond to the advances of the offensive objects inside her. The tentacle continued to explore the stretches of tunnels from her ass, and his cock was eager to continue lancing her where she bottomed-out, lifting and deforming her perfectly lithe stomach. Aliand's voice gasped and sighed in pleasure. It was more than should be pleasurable for any woman, but the elixirs and the seeping magic was lending her elasticity, and redirecting her pain responses to stimulate her rewarding hormones instead.<br/><br/>"He feels you clenching down, Danielle. No need to pretend." the monster said as it moved her body up and down, filling both her lower holes. "If you want to please us you should play along better. Nobody's believing your good girl act." Even Aliand didn't know if this was true, but he said it because if it wasn't then she could be convinced it was. Human hands wrapped around her neck and squeezed intimately, tentacles caressing her eagerly drinking the sensory radiation off her skin.<br/><br/>Aliand was discovering the availability of control, and tried to alter the motions of the extremities from their reflexive and instinctual responses. Her harness tightened and the long tentacle inside her ass pulsed forward quickly before it retracted a few inches. The former, kinder man would have used this new found ability to help  her, but it seemed both of them were engrossed in his pleasure and her delicious torment. "I'm sorry." he whispered with the voice she knew, gasping with approval at her cunt's tight hug. "Try to enjoy it, instead. It... seems you're this kind of girl after all, Danielle."