He'd stood behind her while she talked to the officer. The demon had been willing to help. His shirt was ripped again, but he'd had the foresight to pull his new, borrowed jeans off himself. A forest of tentacles had been dancing beside Danielle while the cop was playing with her own fate. Glocks don't work against demons. A willing appendage had been trying to creep through the top of the spring in the door before Danielle finally closed it. A small sigh of disappointment rolled in his throat.<br/><br/>His eye were black when she turned to him, his hands out in apology, but it would be hard to listen to him while his body had grown, and the tentacles were swimming through the air like eager kelp. "Danielle..." he tried. "Please see reason. You don't mean what you're saying. Let me help. I understand this. It's speaking to me." but she wasn't going to give him the audience. He gasped when she started running, and realized she was about to do something volatile.<br/><br/>A quick, boneless arm shot out because he thought it, and coiled around her ankle. It was a rude way to stop her, as it would take her balance and send her toppling to the floor. She'd not had a chance, not when both entities wanted to interrupt her sprint. "You want to die?" It asked with Aliand's voice. "Then you will. But at least let us try your holes again." Sound logic from a creature who valued human autonomy or suffering very low. If she was willing to end herself, then they should harvest what pleasure they could from her before ultimately helping her on her way.<br/><br/>Aliand shook out of the demon's presence, and pleaded with black eyes as she was pulled closer over the floor. "You need strength, Danielle." he reminded, tentacles whispering of her continued arousal, and his cock rising with her struggle. He swallowed when two more cylinders helped prop her on her knees, wound around her legs, and held her head up at the level of his crotch. He grabbed the base of the still human, though unnaturally swelled limb, and touched it to her face while a tentacle held on to her hair to keep her in place.<br/><br/>"Just open." he asked her, like it was the most important thing for her, right now. "If you want your strength back. It'll replenish you of what the spawn is taking from your body." he swallowed in excitement, because this was mostly for his own new addiction. He wanted to ravage her like he had yesterday, but was somehow finding the strength to try and help her, no matter how self serving. The head of the cock tried to pry her lips open. "I'm trying to save your life, Danielle, and..." he looked at the slick between her thighs. "I think you want it, too."<br/><br/>The spawn rolled in her body, pulling her energy and replacing it with desire. It was an ungrateful parasite, sucking at everything she had to offer, but also hungry for what she wasn't eating from Aliand's cock, insisting with pain and want in her nerves that she open her mouth and use her hands to pump.