Tessa shrieks in protest as she's grabbed, but is startled into a sputtering cough by the sticky liquid starting to cover her.  She whines, "No," but finds words hard to form as her tongue instinctively moves to taste more of the fluid.  Her light dress is soaked to see through by now, the demon's cock bunching it slowly upwards as Tessa struggles in his grip.  Her body is on fire inside, her stomach flip flopping and legs shifting back and forth.  In her mind though she just wants to feel good, to be free from danger.  "It feels so good," she whispers, "but I don't want to die like momma."