The Fall of the Purest Sword
Fuck, I'm a Holy Knight Commander and I think I accidentally put on a Cursed Tentacle Living Armor...
Hey guys. I think I'm seriously fucked.
No, fuck, "fucked" doesn't even begin to cover it. As of today, my entire life is completely and utterly ruined.
I'm actually the Commander of the First Holy Knight Order of the Holy Royal Court.
I'm a ridiculously ascetic bitch who took a lifelong vow of chastity to God, waking up at 4 AM every single day just to swing a sword.
I've never even held a man's hand properly in my entire life. I honestly believed my body was nothing more than a sacred vessel to hold holy power.
I swear to God, the only things inside my head were heresy inquisitions and theological studies.
Even when the noble sons of the capital sent mountains of marriage proposals, I burned them all. I firmly believed my virginity belonged solely to the Goddess.
But last week, during a raid on the lowest floor of the Abyss Labyrinth, I picked up a silver suit of full-body armor that was resting on an altar.
Even in the rotting, foul air of the labyrinth, that armor alone was radiating a brilliant, pure holy energy.
Its surface was densely engraved with blessings in ancient holy script, and a pure white aura shimmered around it like a haze. Anyone could see it was a legendary-grade holy relic.
Driven by a sense of duty to test its performance before reporting it to the Vatican, I stripped naked inside my base camp tent and tried it on without a single doubt.
When I felt that holy, cold metal against my bare skin, I actually thought I was the chosen one of the Goddess. Fuck, that was the single most retarded, brain-dead mistake of my entire life.
It happened the moment I buckled the chest piece.
The iron plates, which should have been cold and rigid, suddenly flared up like a boiling furnace—no, like the body heat of a male beast in heat—and clamped onto my skin with a wet, squelching slap, sticking to me like a leech.
"Gah?!" Startled, I yanked at the buckle to strip it off, but it was already too late. With a chilling metallic clatter—clack, clank!—the seams of the armor fused together in a grotesque display.
It completely sealed my body inside, leaving not a single gap. And then, right in my ear, I heard a wet, squelching sound like a beast licking me, accompanied by the hallucination of an ancient demon cackling.
"At last... I have found a fresh female vessel..." A spine-chilling whisper echoed directly inside my brain.
The next second, fuck... something so horrific happened that I don't even want to imagine it.
The entire inner surface of the armor, which I thought was solid iron, began to writhe all at once.
Slippery, pulsating lumps of flesh sprouted like the living walls of an animal's stomach, and from them, thousands of thin tentacles shot out, wrapping tightly around every inch of my bare skin.
"Hngh...?! W-what is... ah, n-ngh?! Kyaaaah!"
How the hell could the inside of a steel suit of armor be the stomach of a tentacle monster?! The outside was a holy, silver plate, but the inside was a boiling, sticky nest of mucous membranes and writhing tentacles.
A translucent, sticky slime coated my entire body, making a wet, squelching sound with every breath I took.
Those membranes slithered like snakes, seeking out every single sensitive spot on my body and boring into them.
First, a pair of thick, bumpy suction-cup tentacles clamped down hard on both of my nipples.
My virgin breasts, which used to flush red just from the friction of stiff cotton undergarments, were swallowed whole by what felt like the gaping maws of massive beasts, which began to suck on them frantically.
Sluuurp—chup, slurp, squelch! Schloop, squiiish!!
I honestly thought my entire breast flesh was going to be sucked clean into the armor.
The wet noises echoed in my ears, and my mind went completely blank.
The sheer pleasure of having my nipples chewed, licked, and swirled around as if by a skilled tongue forced a slutty, high-pitched moan from my lips—a sound I had never made in my entire life.
Every time the bumps on the tentacles scraped hard against my areolas, my back arched like a bow.
"Ahhn! Ngh, n-no! My breasts, it hurts! Stop sucking... hngh! Goddess, please, haaaah!"
But my breasts were only the beginning.
This demonic living armor was fully intent on reconstructing a holy knight into a completely depraved slut.
Slithering between my thighs like snakes, the two thickest, most vein-bulging, rigid tentacles began to tap teasingly against my two precious openings.
The highly potent aphrodisiac slime dripping from the warm, slippery tips of the tentacles thoroughly soaked my pussy.
Terrified, my thighs spasmed as I tried to squeeze my legs shut, but the steel plates of the armor used sheer mechanical force to pry my joints wide open.
Completely against my will, my legs were forced into a vulgar M-shape, and I could feel my soaking-wet juices dripping down between them.
Without even realizing it, the horrific stimulation of the tentacles had already aroused me, and my pussy was weeping wet fluids. Fuck... tears of pure humiliation poured down my face.
"No, not there, please...! Oh God, no... Aaaaargh!!"
Squish—!! Squeeeelch!!!
With a tearing pain, the hymen I had guarded for over twenty years was ruthlessly shattered. But the pain lasted for only a single second. The moment the potent aphrodisiac slime oozing from the tentacle's surface seeped into the wounds on my vaginal walls, the pain was instantly overwritten by an electric, mind-melting wave of supreme ecstasy.
Squelch! Plop, squiiish!! Splurt!
Inside my tight, burning pussy, a massive, meaty club of a tentacle began to thrust ruthlessly.
Its sheer thickness and length were incomparable to any normal man's cock.
It slammed violently against my cervix, forcing its way deep inside. Every time it breached my womb, I could feel my lower abdomen bulging outward, visible even through the thick silver steel plates.
As the tentacle churned the inside of my womb, an intense, gut-wrenching pleasure exploded within me.
At the same time, a grotesque, bumpy tentacle bored into my anus, scraping aggressively against my rectal walls.
With both of my holes completely plugged and being hammered at a frantic pace, my eyes rolled back into my head, and drool leaked uncontrollably from my mouth.
I heard the final thread of my sanity snap with a sharp *pop*.
"Ahhh! It's breaking! My pussy, my pussy is breaking!! The beast's cock is—!! Hngh! My brain, my brain is melting!! I'm going crazy for this beast cock!!! Thrust it deeper, deeper!!!"
I rolled around the tent floor like a bitch in heat, completely losing track of the filthy, slutty garbage spewing from my own mouth.
I squirted consecutively about thirty times, repeatedly passing out and waking back up.
Whenever I was on the verge of losing consciousness, the tentacle would stab violently into my womb, forcing me awake with a jolt of pure pleasure.
The clear love juices and squirt fluids erupting from my pussy and clit, combined with the slippery fluids secreted by the tentacles, completely filled the inside of the armor. Every time I moved, it made a disgustingly lewd, wet sloshing sound—splish, splash, squelch, squish.
I felt like my entire body was being pickled in a soup of my own juices.
But the real hell began the next morning.
We had successfully finished the raid and had to return to the capital, but this cursed armor refused to come off, no matter how much mana I channeled into it or how hard I struck it with a sword.
On the outside, it looked exactly like a holy, noble silver knight's armor, even radiating a sacred light. My knights cheered, believing I had become the chosen master of a holy relic.
But inside that holy shell, even at that very moment, hundreds of tentacles were kneading my breasts and relentlessly thrusting in and out of both of my holes.
I had to lead my vice-commander and a hundred holy knights, riding a white stallion, and march right through the busiest intersection of the capital.
Tens of thousands of citizens lined the streets, cheering and scattering flower petals as they looked at me, shouting, "Oh, Commander Lumia, the Sword of Light!" and "She is the second coming of the Saint!" Even His Holiness the Pope of the Holy Cross Church had personally come out to welcome me.
On the outside, I maintained a solemn smile, lightly waving and nodding to the citizens, but the reality inside my armor was completely fucked.
With every heavy step of the horse, the massive tentacle buried deep inside my womb would stab violently upward.
Each time, a back-breaking wave of pleasure surged through me, making my legs tremble uncontrollably.
To keep from falling off the horse, I had to squeeze the saddle tightly with my thighs, which only stimulated the smaller tentacles rubbing against my clitoris, driving me absolutely insane.
"Haaah... ngh, ah... The citizens, they're all watching... even those young children are looking up to me... but inside my pussy... a horrific demonic cock is thrusting right now...! Ah, no, if I squirt here...!"
"Commander, your face is flushed, and you are sweating profusely... Are you feeling unwell?" the vice-commander riding beside me asked with concern.
Biting my lip so hard it bled, I desperately held back my groans and sputtered some absolute bullshit: "Hngh... I-it is nothing... The Goddess's blessing... is simply so, ngh... overwhelming and warm..."
But then, the vice-commander noticed a sticky liquid dripping from the joints of my armor around my thighs.
"Commander? There is liquid leaking from your armor... Is it toxic water from the labyrinth?"
Fuck, as if that was toxic water! It was the endless torrent of squirt and sticky love juices pouring from my pussy, leaking through the seams of the armor and completely soaking the white stallion's fur and the saddle.
In front of tens of thousands of eyes, in front of my own direct subordinates, I contorted every muscle in my body to hide the fact that I was climaxing from a monster's tentacle rammed up my pussy.
But this insane public exposure, combined with the sheer humiliation of being the Holy Knight Commander, acted as an incredibly potent aphrodisiac.
My pussy completely overrode my brain, pulsing and clamping down, begging to be thrust harder.
At that moment, as if reading my depraved thoughts, the massive tentacle inside the armor switched to a vibration mode and began to shake violently.
Bzzzzzz—!! Vrrrrrr—!! It was a high-speed vibration targeting my highly sensitive clitoris and G-spot, grinding them to dust.
"Heeek...?! Hngh!! N-no, ahhhhh!"
Ultimately, right in front of His Holiness the Pope as he raised his hands to offer a prayer of blessing, I arched my back like a bow atop my horse and succumbed to my fortieth—or maybe fiftieth—mind-shattering orgasm.
"Ahhhhhhh♥!!! I'm cumming! My pussy, the Holy Knight Commander's pussy is exploding!!!♥ I'm cumming like a total slut!!"
The scream that should have remained locked inside my head burst out of my mouth as my sanity was completely obliterated by the overwhelming pleasure.
The square, which had been echoing with holy hymns, fell dead silent as if doused in cold water. The Pope, the knights, and tens of thousands of citizens stared at me in absolute horror.
My eyes had already rolled back into dazed hearts, and my tongue was hanging out as I drooled uncontrollably.
And from the seams of my silver armor, a waterfall of white love juices and mysterious tentacle fluids gushed out, soaking the ground below.
Ah... whatever, fuck it. It's all over now.
My honor? The Holy Royal Court? The Knight Order? The Goddess? Who gives a shit anymore...? The only thing left in my head is the raw, primal pleasure this armor gives me.
Even right now, I never want to leave this cold, hard steel armor. I just want to be violated by these hot lumps of flesh forever, living as nothing more than a piece of meat in heat.
My womb is no longer a vessel for holy power.
It's just a cum dumpster, a private toilet to endlessly receive the semen of these beastly tentacles.
Even today, the armor is shooting its hot semen deep inside my belly—spluuurtt—and the heavy sensation of my slender lower abdomen swelling up as if I'm pregnant is so good it's driving me insane.
In the end, without this metal shell, I've become a depraved slave doll who can't even breathe for a single day without dripping juices.
You guys better be careful if you pick up a holy relic... Or, well, if you want to be corrupted like me, go ahead and wear it... Haaah♥ It's coming in again, it's coming in♥