There was a new heat snaking around the intruding chaos in him when he saw Danielle beyond the shoulders of the chanting women. She'd not been a part of this willingly. Her blood still traveled his nerves. He wanted to call out to her, and warn her from coming, but she was already arming herself. He struggled harder when she did, and they were both equally successful. This room was unforgiving to better intentions. He looked up at Leigh, who'd easily risen his haughty member. He wished he'd been harder to tempt than this.<br/><br/>It felt like a betray to the disheveled, pretty girl on her knees, since she could have run instead of helping him. Instead she had to watch his failing self-control. His mouth was wide, and his hands didn't try to push Leigh off when she offered her soft orbs. Part of him still wanted to leave, but those thoughts were alien to his physical self. At a certain, inviting angle, when Leigh readied herself to sink down, he impaled her. She didn't complain. The way her body pressed around his length felt right, even as her gargling and then mute mouth seemed to express agony in triumph the more he met her enthusiasm.<br/><br/>He was loosing something with every inch of friction provided by Leigh's body. She was a delicious thing, wasn't she? And he was only getting to taste such a small part of her. What kind of worship was this, that held back on its offerings? Aliand licked his lips as his eyes filled up, eaten by his pupils and pulsing in complete black. Leigh laughed, awed and nervous, when his wide mouth sported thick, long fangs in the place of human canines. She drank deeper at air every time when she lifted herself, and huffed it out when she sat back down. It would seem to the others as though he'd grown in her, somehow.<br/><br/>He abandoned her softness to instead wrap a hand around her throat. Out of reflex, she gripped his wrist and his forearm, stopping activity with her hips, though her intimate muscles were still clinging to his protrusion. Without moving his own hips as he sat up, filled up with new intent, he could still manage friction inside her, somehow. The other women moved closer, singing louder. Aliand fell asleep inside himself, drowned in the pleasure of abusing Leigh's sex as she was made to climax amid her struggle for air. The creature that took his place had bones for brows and teeth adorning the edges of his jaw, like bullets, arranged to pint down. A picturesque monster. A taller being, with appendages growing on his back and skin-clad kelp around his hip-bones to wrap around and inside Leigh, who wanted to scream, but was choked on the forced pleasure. Danielle was close enough to hear the weat and muffled sounds of Leigh's organs being slowly molested. Leigh's blue eyes rolled over pure white when the poisonous rapture took her ruined insides. He let go, and while her mouth was as wide as her skeleton would allow, she couldn't call out for him to stop. He dipped a tongue into her, it divided on itself to travel down her throat and up her nose. In the end worm-like stretches wriggled out to frame her pale eyes like thick lashes.<br/><br/>Soon she was spent of whatever he wanted from her, and he retracted, tongue and other reaching things, until she was empty, gaping, and he could throw her off the make-shift altar. A particularly thick tube erupted from his spine and lashed around the room, as though it was getting it blind bearings. It would very likely knock Danielle out.<br/><br/>When she woke up Aliand would lay beside her, slumbering almost gingerly. It would have been endearing, handsome man and long muscles, if the room around them hadn't been littered in remains. The shadows that crept in were traveling toward him naturally, while his naked body was serene, the floor providing a clean halo, keeping the blood off him. It would seem as though he was spared from the slaughter, which had touched and undone all other bodies but Danielle's and his.