The thing inside her hit all the spots she never knew she had. She was guilty of masturbating, but she'd never used a dildo before. Danielle was truly a virgin, and her heart kicked up, her breathing quickened. It felt good, and if it meant not dying, she didn't see a reason to struggle. The stinging pain in her wrists disappeared, but she was too busy trying to understand what was happening with her body to see that the wounds had healed. Like magic. Her skin felt ablaze. It was greater than being drunk, which hadn't really happened much in her life anyways. She'd been a little redheaded girl with glasses who always got As.<br/><br/>Now she was being violated by a demon, with only two choices in front of her: Die, or give in and hope not to die. But he seemed pleased so far, and she didn't want to ruin that. Her arms lowered, unsure what she could or should do. His body seemed to answer for her, and she found herself grasping two of the slick appendages that were protruding out of his body. They were warm, life like. Creepy, but she stroked them with shaking, tentative fingers. She had no confidence in herself or her abilities. She was being deflowered by a demon. Feeling the tentacle move around inside her, she gasped at the spark of pleasure and the heat pooling between her legs. She was starting to feel the start of something that was overwhelming.<br/><br/>Danielle let herself be cradled by the harness, and she pressed her chest against his molesting hands, panting now. There was no use in struggling due to the aphrodisiac she had been pumped with. Her eyes were wide, whole body quivering as she was brought to her climax, only to have it stop. A desperate sound escaped her before she could stop it, but before she could react his mouth was against hers. His long, purple tongue was in her mouth and she struggled against her gag reflex as it surged down her throat. But her head grew lighter, and her throat convulsed around his tongue with a groan of dismay and pleasure.<br/><br/>Her hands kept stroking the things in them, thumbing along them, grateful to have something to hold on to. Because he had crowded between her legs, and she gasped out against his mouth as his massive length pushed into her. It hurt, but the pain was a distant and dull ache compared to the euphoria she was feeling from what he'd coated her body with, inside and out. She was being stretched impossibly, but he wasn't being cruel about it. He could have forced his way in without any consideration to herself. Danielle tried to breathe through it, her back arching when a thinner appendage slithered up inside her back end.<br/><br/>She squirmed against him, panting harder against the sensations. "Too much. It's too much. Please..." she whimpered, shaking her head. No. She wasn't meant for this. Then it was done. He was all the way inside of her. She let go of the things and gripped onto his forearms, pressing their forehead together. "Please...wait..." She wasn't telling him to get out of her. But she needed a moment to get used to the sensation, her inner walls trying to adapt to the sensation, flexing and pulsing against the thickness that was invading her. A few tears escaped, but that was only because she was overwhelmed, and she hoped he would be merciful enough to wait, even a little.