Danielle gasped and tripped, falling onto her side with a grunt. She almost yelled, but managed to bite her lip savagely to keep from screaming for help. No. No one was going to save her, not without their own lives being sacrificed to this thing. She scrambled on the floor, her nails breaking off as she tried to keep herself from being pulled towards the demon. Tears welled in her eyes, and when she finally looked at Aliand all she could see were black, unsympathetic eyes. She whimpered as the demon spoke to her. No. Not again. Oh, it was sound logic, and it wasn't the worse way she could die. Actually...If he planned on ripping her apart from the inside out...terror seized her limbs. She shook and trembled, paralyzed by fear as the tentacles maneuvered her unwilling body to her knees.<br/><br/>Her face was right in front of his cock, which looked surprisingly human compared to last night. It was dripped, demanding entry...Her eyes raised to his, but her mouth stayed closed. At least until the ungrateful presence within her body surged pleasure through her veins. Sweat beaded her brow, her juices seeping down between her thighs. God this was wrong. So wrong. But she didn't have a choice. That much was made very clear as he held her in place. "Why are you doing this?" she breathed. "Haven't I given you enough?" She tried to crane her head back, to no avail. Her lips brushed the tip of his cock, tasting the precum that dripped from his tip. Just that taste made the creature inside her surge once more, demanding more. Danielle shook her head again. "I don't...I don't want this thing inside me. Please...get it out." Tears streamed down her beautiful, frazzled face.<br/><br/>God it was too much. Was she in hell? Had she died already? With another whimper she gave in, hoping to the marrow of her bones that he wouldn't rip her apart. That sounded so grotesque and so brutal. No, she didn't want to die, but she hadn't been given a chance to beg that she be spared before he pushed his length into her mouth. It was a heady thing, thick and human, except for what came out of him. Her body was all too willing to give in to what she had experienced the night, and it was so wrong. So very wrong. Her mind fought, struggled, beat against her conscience that she fight. But what would fighting gain her? A painful death? She didn't want to be tortured and he'd reassured her multiple times that he wanted to help her...in exchange for using her body. Her beautifully sad eyes closed, her head moving forward and back, deep throating his cock. Danielle moaned at the taste of his seed on her tongue, drinking down everything he gave her.<br/><br/>A hand raised to stroke what she couldn't reach with her mouth. Even though he wasn't monstrous like he'd been the night before, he was still so very long, and she could only get so much down her throat. She didn't understand why she enjoyed having things inside her mouth, only that she did...Her other hand, trembling, reaching up to touch his hip. She hadn't been able to really touch him the night before. Not beyond his arms and the tentacles that had pushed themselves against her hands. Swallowing, she tried to pull back, struggling for breath. She gripped his hips. "W-wait, please," she whispered, her mouth swollen. God she was so aroused, and it wasn't right. But she didn't fight him. "I...I...please don't do what you did last night..." she whispered. Her body was so turned on it was hard to think straight, and so she tried again. "With those...things inside my eyes. It...It was terrifying." Though her body didn't seem to think so. It had been an erotic sensation, as terrifying as it had been.<br/><br/>She didn't wait for it to answer, unsure who or what was out, but her silent submission had to be answer enough. No, she didn't want to die, but she didn't want this thing inside of her, either. So his...its...help was all she had to know she was going to survive. As long as it wanted her, anyway. Her mouth closed around the tip of his length once more, letting her tongue press against the underside of him, her hand sliding down to cup and fondle the heavy balls beneath him. Her head moved once more, and she tried to please him, appease him, and hopefully gain his mercy.