She doesn't.

"No!" she yells, pushing you away.

You land on your arse; the cool basement floor colliding with your tailbone.

It takes you a few moments to recover.

Hana is panting and struggling to stand, "I won't do whatever it is you want..."

Her pussy is dripping wet. She's horny; aroused; famished. Her body craves sex, you can tell that it's fighting her, it wants her to lay there and spread her legs for you.

But all sensuality is gone. She's pushed you. It hurt. Something strong – protective – is overpowering your love for Hana.

Your muscles lurch as you bend over into a crawling position. Your pussy twitches.

You can feel yourself losing control – your arms and legs go numb, your vision blurs – something is pouring out of your pussy. It's thick and gooey – amorphous but solid.

Somehow, you realize that Hana won't exist anymore when you're through with her.

You gasp and moan as slime puddles under your pelvis. It's black and oily, but moves on its own. Like a swarm of ants it snakes across the floor towards Hana's slick sex.

Something prompts you to scream, "Hana, run!"

She looks up and sees the creature approaching her.