Chapter 46 - Fallen Stars
Meanwhile, at the very moment Hayeon's party was cautiously moving to track down the pack of orcs,
Rio Saben, the archer and leader of the rookie adventurer party Shooting Star, who was exploring in a different direction, suddenly raised his hand to halt his companions.
The playful smirk that usually graced his face—always the one to lighten the mood with his quick wit—had completely vanished.
Eran Breyer, the heavily built shield warrior of the party, silently adjusted his grip on his massive shield. A faded, worn pendant swayed against his dark skin.
"Something's coming."
Mika, the pink-haired swordsman and vice-leader of the party, whispered in a low voice as she gripped the hilt of the sword at her waist.
Her sharp eyes swept through the darkness, searching for any sign of movement.
Behind them, the timid healer, Sela Liet, began to chant a prayer, her fragile body trembling with fear. Beside her, Dean Corbel, the long-haired blonde mage, focused his senses on the flow of mana around him, preparing to cast a spell.
It happened in an instant.
"Hahaha... Fresh sacrifices, walking right into our hands."
Accompanied by a sinister voice, three figures clad in black robes emerged from the shadows of the trees.
Two mages and one swordsman. Embroidered upon their robes was a grotesque, staring eye. It was the Gaze of the Sacred Stars.
"Damn it! Cultists! Dean, defensive magic!"
At Rio's shout, the robed enemy swordsman lunged forward like a flash of lightning.
The tip of his blade aimed straight for the throat of the mage, Dean Corbel.
"Shield!"
Dean frantically chanted his spell, but the enemy's sword was no ordinary blade.
Enveloped in dark mana, the magic-piercing blade tore through Dean's defensive barrier like wet paper, plunging deep into his abdomen.
"Guh...!"
Unable to even scream, Dean stared down in disbelief at the sword impaling his stomach.
His face contorted in agony, and he collapsed limply to the ground.
"Dean!"
Mika screamed. At that moment, the ground trembled, and a massive tentacle monster erupted from beneath the dirt and rotting leaves.
Covered in a thick, sticky mucus, dozens of writhing tentacles burst forth in every direction.
"Eran, block it!"
Rio shouted, drawing his bowstring. He loosed an arrow toward one of the enemy mages, but the cultist effortlessly deflected it with a mana barrier.
Seizing the opening, the other mage unleashed a spell at Rio.
"Dark Spear!"
"Aaargh!"
With no time to dodge, the spear of darkness pierced clean through Rio's shoulder.
As he stumbled and dropped his bow, the tentacle monster coiled around his body.
With the sickening crunch of breaking bones, he was hoisted high into the air.
"Aaaaargh!"
"N-No...!"
Eran charged forward to save Rio, but the cultist swordsman blocked his path.
"I am your opponent, brat."
"Get out of my way!"
Sparks flew as Eran's massive shield clashed against the cultist's magic sword.
But while Eran was locked in a life-or-death struggle, Rio was already being hoisted higher by the tentacle monster.
The slimy tentacles wrapped around his entire body, constricting with crushing force.
Crack!
"Guaaaah..."
With the sound of splintering bones, his body was slowly folded backward.
His eyes remained wide open, frozen in disbelief as death claimed him.
"Rio!"
Mika screamed in despair, but it was already too late.
Only three of them remained. Consumed by rage, Eran shoved the swordsman back and roared at the beast.
"You monstrous piece of shit!"
He charged forward with a battle cry.
But what met him were dozens of thrashing tentacles.
He blocked the lashing appendages with his shield, hacking them away one by one with his sword.
Yet the tentacles were endless. The relentless tide of flesh eventually caught his arm, twisting it until it snapped.
"Aaaaargh!"
Having dropped his shield, he was left completely defenseless. In an instant, the tentacles tore his body to shreds.
His old pendant fell into the blood-soaked dirt.
"No! Eran!"
Now, only the two women were left.
Mika even in this hopeless situation, gripped her sword tighter.
The fierce, unyielding light in her eyes had not yet been extinguished.
"Sela! Pull yourself together! Run!"
But Sela was already paralyzed with terror, collapsed on the ground and shivering violently.
Tears streamed endlessly down her pale cheeks.
The cultists of the Gaze of the Sacred Stars watched the scene with cold, detached eyes, as if spectating a play.
"Now, it is time to offer the sacrifices to the great Constellation."
With the enemy mage's quiet declaration, the tentacle monster began to slither toward Mika and Sela.
Mika grit her teeth and attempted a final, desperate stand.
Her sword managed to sever a few tentacles, but it was far from enough.
Soon, the slick appendages wrapped around her arms and legs, forcing her to drop her sword.
"Let go! You filthy monster! Let me go!"
Mika resisted fiercely, but the tentacles paid her no mind, tightening their grip around her body.
As the tentacles shredded her leather armor, her pale, soft skin was exposed to the damp air.
"No...! Not this...! Ah!"
A tentacle coated in cold, slimy mucus slid smoothly up the inside of her thigh.
Mika shivered with shame and terror, but the tentacle did not stop, beginning to rub against the entrance of her pussy.
"Hah... Ah...! No...!"
The tip of the tentacle swelled into a rounded bulb, pushing past her wet folds and sliding inside without hesitation.
Squelch... Squish... Plip...
"Ahyaaaang! Ah! Ah! Take it... take it out! Get this filthy thing out of me!"
Mika screamed and thrashed, but the tentacles binding her only tightened.
The tentacle inside her began to churn, relentlessly targeting her most sensitive spots.
An unwanted, overwhelming pleasure surged through her entire body.
Thud! Thud! Squish! Squish!
"Haa... haa... No...! I don't want to feel this...! But... my body...! Ah! Ahhh...!"
Her body betrayed her mind, responding honestly to the stimulation. Her back arched like a bow, her legs trembled, and her juices flowed without stop.
Meanwhile, Sela, who had been frozen in terror, was facing an even more horrific ordeal.
Her body was already completely bound by multiple tentacles.
One thick tentacle forced her mouth open, violating her oral cavity.
"Mmph... mmph...! Gggh...!"
She gagged and choked, drool and slime spilling from her lips, utterly unable to resist.
Other tentacles were simultaneously violating her pussy and her anus.
Slide... Gulp... Squish... Plip...
"Haaahhh...! It hurts...! It feels like I'm tearing apart...! Please... stop...! Ah! I'm cumming...! I don't want to cum to something like this...! Nngh!"
Sela wept and begged, but the monster showed no mercy.
Her body was pushed to its absolute limits, suspended in a torturous limbo between agony and ecstasy.
Her once-clear eyes had already lost focus, filled only with hollow despair.
The tentacles treated the two women's bodies like mere toys.
Lifting them into the air, slamming them against the ground, and pinning them against trees, the beast continued its relentless violation.
Mika's resistance grew weaker and weaker.
Tears began to stream silently from her eyes.
"Why... why are you doing this to us...?"
"You are glorious sacrifices for the descent of the great Constellation. Your despair and pleasure shall summon the Constellation to this world."
The cultist mage answered, his voice dripping with fanatic madness.
The tentacle slid out of Mika's pussy and moved toward her anus.
"No! Not there...! Please...! Aaaaargh!"
Mika's desperate scream echoed through the dark forest.
Mocking her resistance, the tentacle forced its way into her tight, virgin passage.
Along with a tearing pain, a sense of humiliation far greater than before washed over her.
"Kyaaaaah!"
Squish... Squish... Thud! Thud!
"Haa... haa... I don't care anymore... Just... kill me..."
The spark of life faded from Mika's eyes. Giving up all resistance, she hung limply, letting the tentacles move her body as they pleased.
Multiple tentacles dripping with foul, sticky slime bound her limbs, leaving her as helpless as a butterfly caught in a spider's web.
"Ugh... ah...!"
She didn't even have the strength to scream. Two thick tentacles impaled her pussy and anus simultaneously, violating her insides with a sickening friction.
The pain of her organs being mashed and thrust into, contrasted with the bizarre pleasure, slowly ate away at her sanity.
Thud! Thud! Squish... Squirrrrt...
"Haa... Ah... Ah... Ahhh!"
Mika's back arched violently.
But the monster's cruel play did not end there.
"Hee... Hieee..."
As she let out a pained groan, a slender tentacle wrapped around her jaw like a snake, forcing her mouth open.
Then, without hesitation, it plunged deep into her mouth.
"Mmph...! Mgh...! Mmmph!"
The tentacle pinned her tongue down, invading the very depths of her throat.
Hot tears spilled from Mika's eyes at the suffocating pain and sheer humiliation.
Her front, her back, and even her mouth.
Every single one of her orifices was stuffed with tentacles, reducing her to nothing more than a living sex doll.
She abandoned all resistance, letting her body sway like a broken doll to the monster's movements, staring blankly into the empty air with soulless eyes.
Her mind was paralyzed, her human dignity shattered into pieces.
Watching this horrific sight from right beside her, Sela's mind was also reaching its breaking point. Her companion's wretched state instilled in her a terror far worse than death.
The despair of knowing resistance was futile, and the premonition of the terrible fate that would soon befall her, completely paralyzed her reason.
If I'm going to be violated like that and die anyway... I'd rather...
Something snapped inside her head.
As her terror reached its peak, her survival instinct manifested in the most primal, twisted way possible.
It was not resistance, but the submissive instinct of a female seeking to survive by obeying and pleasing the dominant force.
With trembling hands, Sela carefully reached out and grabbed a tentacle that was approaching her. Though goosebumps broke out across her skin at its writhing texture, she squeezed her eyes shut.
I don't want to die... I don't want to die... I don't want to die...
She muttered like a mantra, and after a moment of hesitation, she brought the tentacle to her mouth.
A fishy, foul stench assaulted her nose, but she suppressed her gag reflex, sticking out her tongue to lick it.
Slurp... Suck... Gulp...
As her tongue licked the bulbous, head-like tip and her lips sucked on the shaft, the tentacle's movements seemed to pause for a moment.
Sensing that subtle change, Sela began to serve it even more desperately.
She gripped the tentacle with both hands, moving it back and forth, using her mouth like a living sleeve.
Please... please like me. Please don't kill me. I'll do anything...
Though tears of terror and humiliation streamed endlessly from her eyes, her mouth and hands did not stop.
If anything, her movements grew more skillful, more depraved.
Even as other tentacles groped between her legs and toyed with her breasts, she did not resist.
She focused entirely on satisfying the tentacle before her.
After violating her mouth for a long time, the tentacle shuddered in pleasure, releasing a thick, sticky fluid deep into her throat.
Squirrrrt...!
Sela swallowed every single drop without leaving a trace.
Her mind was already broken, but her desperate struggle to survive was dragging her into an even deeper abyss.
Sela had fully embraced her role as a submissive female, offering everything she had to the monster.
"Haahhh... More... More...! Thrust harder...! Do whatever you want with my holes...! Ahhh!"
The desperate, depraved moans of the two women echoed through the dark forest.
It was like a prelude to yet another tragedy that was soon to come.