There's a little bit of tension, almost pain as the orb is pushed as deep as it can go, infesting her body with its vile presence. Then even more of the slime is spurted into her, filling her up to overflowing, the wetness dripping out of her.<br/><br/>A further gush of slime as the tendrils withdraw from her finally, although not as much as she would have expected. The reason for that is quickly discovered as she feels the slime gel in her, leaving her with the sensation of being stuffed by him still, a very lewd and uncomfortable feeling indeed.<br/><br/>Pulled aside, she's now left to watch as the nubling finally gets her turn with the demon. And more importantly she gets a view of what was inside of her...the size reminds her of the rutting pony, much to her shame, as it awakens those earlier feelings of arousal from her again. Her ardor is cooled somewhat by the sight of the slime, an unhealthy greenish color.