Danielle shuddered as the pleasure continued to swell within her. How she was able to accommodate such a fierce girth inside her was beyond her understanding, only that upon a glance she could see him inside her stomach. What was worse though was his mocking voice right next to her ear, and it renewed the fight within herself. Weak though she was in the face of the euphoria her body was compelled to take, she glared at him. "I'm not a whore!" she snapped, just as he slithered the appendage up her backside and swelled, causing her to bite her lip. She bit it so hard it bled, but she wouldn't let him hear her cries of pleasure. Even though she was wet. Even though she liked what he was doing to her.<br/><br/>It wasn't fair. It wasn't kind. He was treating her like garbage, like something less than himself, and she wasn't going to have it. "Is this how you treat all the women you defile? You pump them full of...whatever this is..." She clenched her jaw and her head fell back, walls clenching down on the thick cock inside of her. God it was too much. Tears pricked her eyes. "I didn't ask for this. I didn't want this. But I don't want to die, so yes..." Danielle closed her eyes. "Yes, I gave in. But do not think for a second I'm your whore. I deserve more respect than that." Especially given that she hadn't fought him, and she was self-preserving her own life in the face of what seemed to her like an impossible choice.<br/><br/>When he wrapped his hands around her throat, she tried to fight against what she was feeling further. He could snap her neck in an instant, and there was nothing she could do about it. The tentacles bound her so. When Aliand came back, she looked at him and glared once more. She wasn't. He was making her feel this way, and it wasn't right. But instead of arguing a futile point, she grabbed him by the face and brought him forward to kiss him again. She couldn't deny that she liked the way it had felt to have his tongue in her mouth, down her throat. Her own tongue coaxed his, and she moaned as pleasure sparked and started to build more. Her mind numbed again under the aphrodisiac, and she could feel that pressure begin to build once more.<br/><br/>She squirmed and writhed against him, wanting more, even though she couldn't grasp how he was able to fit inside her. He must have done something to her, but her mind was too far gone in what they were doing to fight him now. Unless he chose to belittle and insult her further...but how could she be possibly blamed for not wanting to die?