It's Not Over Yet
Schlorp♡♡ Schlooorp♡♡♡ Squish♡♡♡♡
Screeeeeeeelch♡♡♡♡♡ Screeeeeeeeelch!!!!
"Hyaaaaah♡♡♡ My pussy! Stop ramming my pussy~♡♡♡ Ooogh♡♡ My limbs are all tied so I can't even fight back♡♡♡ Be gentler with meeeeee♡♡♡♡ I've never had my cervix pounded like this before♡♡"
Pshhhhhhhh♡♡♡ Schluuurp♡ Schluuurp♡♡♡
"Hyaaaaaaaaaaah♡♡♡♡"
With my limbs bound, all I could do was scream for it to stop, but the tentacle pumped into me with merciless force. On every thrust it crushed my guts flat and slammed against my womb; on every withdrawal every organ clung to it as if about to be ripped free.
That was just a single stroke. And sex never ends after one stroke. Even an ordinary man goes dozens or hundreds of times♡
But those hundreds of strokes still have an ending called ejaculation.
Blorrrrrrp♡♡♡ Blorp♡ Blorrrrp♡♡♡♡
"Hoooogh♡ Something good just came♡♡♡ It's so hoooooot♡ The tentacle's baby batter just shot straight into my womb♡♡♡"
Only moments ago I'd felt revulsion at the thought of tentacles, yet my pussy and womb welcomed it with pure joy.
It was as if the feeling of disgust had washed away with the juices I squirted out, while affection rose every time it hammered my cervix like a [press-to-raise-affection button]. And the finishing blow that filled that overflowing affection gauge to the brim was this semen.
Gulp♡ Gulp♡ Gullllp♡
Ah, happiness is filling me up♡ Thick, sticky semen that no man would ever simply enjoy even if it were his own, yet that no female would ever refuse, was rising higher and higher.
Squeeze♡♡ Squueeeze♡♡ Squueeeeeeze♡♡♡
"Wait, the cumshot's lasting too lo— uooh! My belly's swelling♡♡♡ Pregnant… no way, is this all semen!?"
Watching my belly balloon, I realized this was nothing like the high-speed nutrient injection that made a child grow inside me.
The real problem was that the tentacle never stopped moving even while it kept pumping out cum.
Schlick♡ Schlick♡ Schlick♡
"Ah, aah, it's mov— ohoooh♡♡ At least stay still while you're cumming♡♡♡"
Now it abandoned the piston entirely and simply drove straight forward like a drill, boring deeper to inject more semen.
It still couldn't get past my cervix, so it just spun in place, whirling round and round.
It felt insanely good, of course, but the repetitive motion finally gave me enough breathing room to look around.
Huh? The ropes came loose?
At some point the ropes that had bound me had gone slack and lay limp on the ground; the knots around my wrists and ankles had come undone as well.
I was free.
Even with a tentacle still buried inside me and a belly swollen into a cum-tank, my hands and feet were free. The sloshing semen made it a little hard, but I pushed my upper body up and took a wider look at the situation.
The other Graces had all fled. Even the martial-artist Grace who'd been sprawled out after the tentacle attack had vanished sometime without my noticing.
The only one left was the limbless tentacle-mound called Number 57 Grace. But she wasn't reacting at all. If the tentacle was a snail, then tentacle-mound Grace was its shell—curled around the tentacle and completely still.
"Hey, you alive?"
"…"
No response. Was she dead? It wasn't the first time I'd seen a person die—hell, I'd killed people myself—but it still left a nasty feeling.
Then the tentacle finally stopped writhing inside my pussy and pulled free.
Pop♡
"Hooogh♡ The plug's gone—I'm gonna leak all this cum♡♡♡"
But that didn't happen. My pussy and cervix clenched tight on their own, sealing every drop inside, so I was forced to keep moving while still cradling the warm, cozy weight of all that semen.
"Is… is it over?"
I asked the tentacle instead of the unresponsive Number 57 Grace.
"…"
Still nothing. Even for a tentacle, maybe dumping enough cum to turn my belly full-term in one go had been too much. It lay collapsed on the floor as if every last scrap of strength had been spent.
Then the Number 57 Grace I'd thought was dead gave a little twitch, wobbled, and finally managed to turn her body toward me.
"Oh, you were alive?"
"Hehehe… 'Alive,' is it? Not a word that suits us very well."
"Well, yeah—you're save data. Still, look at the state of us, huh?"
One of us was a limbless tentacle-mound; the other was a cum-tank with a pregnant belly.
The conversation itself sounded like a protagonist and a Demon King confronting the truth of the world, but the actual picture was just one thoroughly wrecked bitch and one bitch starting to get wrecked staring at each other.
"So you already knew, Successor. Find us sleeping in the Forbidden Area and inherit our power. I've already turned into a Demon God and grown strong, so you'll definitely need our strength."
"Demon God? Wait, you're not saying the Demon God route is the true one, right?"
"Unfortunately, it is."
We're fucked. Zero chance of winning.
If the Demon God route—the one where you have to experience every single erotic scene and max out both level and stats before the bad ending even hits—was my enemy, there was no way I had any shot at victory.
Then I felt a sudden sense of wrongness and immediately pinned down what it was.
"…Hold on. I've never played the Demon God route."
"That's right. It wasn't you. It was someone else's save data. But you still contributed to the existence known as Grace. For ten whole years, no less."
"So all the save data gathered together became you lot, and the main body turned into Demon God Grace?"
"My, how clever. Your pussy is so sensitive I assumed your head was completely empty…"
"Fuck you."
Every last one of these bitches thinks that just because I pant after cock my skull must be hollow.
"And you were going on about 'Mama this, Mama that' just a minute ago!"
"Ah, well, I'm originally a magic specialist so of course my head is good!"
"Oh yeah? And with that good head of yours you ended up as a limbless onahole?"
I went for the kill. Anyone with a brain would have found a better life than becoming a limbless pregnancy pouch.
"Did you think I wanted to end up like this? That's just mean."
Number 57 Grace made a bitter face. Honestly, knowing she'd already fallen into birth-orgasm as a tentacle breeding womb, offered up her arms and legs, and become a pure birthing machine, I knew that was complete bullshit.
"Exactly, Serena. As expected, your head is that of an Unlucky Saintess."
A familiar voice came from behind me. I turned and found Marie standing there in mithril armor.
Marie, right?
But her impression had changed a little. Overall she looked softer, and her eyes were the same gold as mine.
"How'd you get here?"
"I dealt with the Graces who were sucking on my pussy and slipped past the main force to reach this place. I've grasped the situation. For someone who was kidnapped, you look surprisingly fine."
"You don't see this cum-belly? I got raped."
I pointed at my swollen stomach and protested. Marie just looked at it with complete indifference.
"Does it really matter that much? You're always overflowing with lust anyway…"
"I'm not in the mood right now."
The moment she heard those last words, Marie's eyes went wide and her nonchalant attitude flipped straight into pure shock.
"This is a genuine emergency! Serena, we need counseling immediately!"
Oh for fuck's sake.
"Kuhuhuhuhuhu."
And right in the middle of Marie's meltdown, Number 57 Grace started laughing like a mid-boss.
"Uh, look. You already did the tentacle-sperm inheritance thing, so can you just fuck off now?"
"No. Your inheritance isn't finished yet. This is only the beginning."
I felt uneasy. Or rather, I should say I felt anticipation for the insane pleasure that was about to hit. Whatever came next would probably be childbirth. After all, sperm had been poured into my womb—what else could happen?
"Were you perhaps thinking of childbirth?"
"Huh? No?"
As if pointing out that my prediction of birth was wrong, Number 57 Grace kept laughing, and at the same time the tentacle still connected to her pussy suddenly reared up.
The risen tentacle began to pour out a fierce violet light.
"Serena, behind me!"
Marie raised her sword and stepped forward; I started drawing up holy power to support her—
Kiiiiiiiiing!
"Kyaaaaang♡"
A massive wave of pleasure exploded from my belly. I let out a bitch-like cry, clutched my stomach, and collapsed to my knees.
"Serena? What's wrong!"
"I-I don't know! My belly suddenly feels weird! It's not fertilization or birth or anything!"
Holy Power Anomaly Detected!
Unknown Force Interfering with Holy Gate!
Reverse Magic Reaction Confirmed!
Target: Holy Gate
Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!
"Hiiiiiiih♡♡ My pussy♡♡♡ My pussy feels so good it's like it's on fire♡♡♡"
"Serena! Retract your holy power right n—!"
Marie never finished the sentence. Crimson ropes erupted from the floor and sealed her limbs. And then…
"Kuaaaaang♡♡♡"
A violet tentacle punched straight through Marie's pussy.