Natacia's struggles grew a little more frantic as she watches the "tongue" emerge from her strange captor, a tendril clearly intended for wicked purposes. She's held tightly though so she can only watch as it snakes between her legs, stroking lewdly over her dripping sex. The exposure to the blood had left her body very aroused, but her mind fighting against those sensations. "Please...no..." she pleaded with it.<br/><br/>It was no use though. Now that it had her it was going to enjoy her. A sharp cry escaped her as the thing thrust into her, deflowering her in an instant. The poor slayer shuddered and twisted in its grip as that thick slimy tentacle started to hammer into her, her sex lewdly spread open as she's forced into womanhood.