Why did he feel so good when Danielle fell over and fought him on her forced way over? He needed her, the demon had seen to that, but what was this dark satisfaction spiraling in his heart? It should have been a practical solution to their morbid dilemma, prisoners together for the crimes of a dead cult, but he felt accomplished, dragging her toward him, like her refusal were just little morsels for his strength to unwrap. He felt for her, because she didn't have a choice, but he'd seen her blushes, and he'd counted the electric signals with his new arms. How could he be so ambivalent about something so inherently evil?<br/><br/>"I don't want to do this to you." he said because it was the sentiment a good person should express. He was sure it was a lie now, with all the pleasant tension he felt. All he could hope was that it was the tastes of the sentient sickness that lived in him. The spawn talked to him through her, as it grew and tested the durability of its confines, he body. "I'll try to get it out, but for now just appease it." he said. The creature did love Danielle in a way. Doesn't the woodsman love the trees that he cuts down to warm himself? Of course, that kind of love in not sustainable, always. It whispered something to Aliand.<br/><br/>"And... you do want it inside you." he said. He wasn't judging her, but it was worth pointing out she was being unreasonable with her complaint. It told her she was being subjected to a slow hum of carnal teasing every time it moved, like it was strung up on nerves threaded directly into her pleasure center. She could blame the elixir, of course, but the truth of the spell was that she couldn't entirely be suffering. It told him she was fighting with some deeply rooted reflex, the human reaction to reject alien things. To it, she was making no sense. Even in death she'd feel the greatest pleasures.<br/><br/>For a while they were just lovers, despite the horrible frame of their connection. Her hand on his length, and her mouth on the swollen head. He touched the back of the hand she put on his hips. Pretty, innocent Danielle, learning sordid ways. He ran his hands through her messy hair and savored her hard work.<br/><br/>He should have listened to her begging, but he only saw the lies on her blushing cheeks and the heat running off her body. What a hypocrite this woman was. "Why can't you just be honest?" he asked, a bit of darkness there, at the end of the question. Aliand was subjected to new pleasure, building on familiar, human release. He was starting to slowly trickle into her mouth, his flesh tingling as he fed her the important seed that would nurture bother her body and the creature they'd made inside her. It was excruciating to him, and enduring.<br/><br/>After having given her strength back, she'd have more energy to feel the addiction the demonic potion had soaked into her. He didn't care about what she'd begged him for, and the tentacles holding her on her knees let go of her, knowing she'd be helpful in the process. "Lay down." he ordered and expected her to follow. Aliand was quiet as more tentacles reached from his pelvic to massage her chest, round mouths attaching to her nipples to suckles gently. "I'm sorry, Danielle." he didn't really mean it, because she'd not meant it when she'd asked him not to. "But I'm about to fuck you."<br/><br/>Tentacles she already knew returned to her, but this time without rolling around her wrists or ankles. They found their way back to her cunt and up the valley of her ass. Selfishly Aliand got between her legs and pulled one of the appendages out of her slick tunnel. There was a hissing protest from the limb but it was useless when he laid over her to shove his human length into place inside her stomach while the tentacle on the other side started working up her flushed out intestines. His tongue was thick with the elixir when he kissed her. The creature inside her twirled in excitement for its mother's taking.