These Crazy Tentacles Are for Real
"Ha, fffuuuuuuck..."
I was on the verge of becoming a total masturbation addict, but after holding it in as much as I could, I finally came one last time before I could force myself out of the room.
Well, I say "one last time," but how many times did I actually do it?
Three times? Four?
I've been getting horny at the most random times lately. I have absolutely no idea if my body is just permanently fucked up like this now, or if there's some specific trigger.
Whether it's sex or masturbation, relieving the lust makes me feel refreshed, but the real problem is that I never know when this crazy urge is going to strike again.
"The dungeon is nicer than I expected, but why are there so few people here? I mean, the receptionist did say it was a place people rarely visit, but still."
I don't know how Mr. Berentle forged this sword, but even when I slash monsters, the blood doesn't stick to the blade; it just slides right off.
Thinking back on it now, the pain was one thing, but the sheer terror of that atmosphere—being tortured without knowing if I'd survive—was absolutely horrific. But that's in the past.
When I think about how I got this sword out of it, I guess it was worth... well, maybe "worth it" is a stretch. The real issue is that I still have no clue what its actual ability is.
"Whoa..."
The creature I encountered while heading down the spiral staircase: a tentacle.
In the past, there was a lot of debate over whether those things were animals or plants, but in the end, it turned out to be a stupid argument since they're just a completely different class of organism.
And that one over there is a plant-type tentacle. Even the strongest of these weaklings can only paralyze a human at best. It's just paralysis; it won't kill you.
I lightly batted the tentacles away with my sword, keeping them from touching me as I moved forward.
To actually kill a human, it would have to be an animal-type tentacle.
Slither...
"Yeah, like this one."
Like this?
"Whoa?!"
A tentacle slithered out from the wall. I instinctively recoiled and tried to dodge, but because the spiral staircase was so narrow, my back hit the opposite wall almost instantly.
But a disgusting purple tentacle immediately snatched my left hand. I hurriedly slashed it off.
It was completely smooth, without any suckers. God, that felt so fucking gross.
I guess theory and practice really are different. The tentacles were faster than I expected, and before I knew it, my right hand was caught. Another tentacle shot down from the ceiling, hoisting me up into the air.
"Ugh...!"
I grimaced at the sudden, pulling pain and thrashed wildly to break free, but the sheer strength of the thing dragged me up as if my struggles meant absolutely nothing.
In fact, because I was flailing so much, the tentacle wrapped itself around my neck, likely trying to secure its grip.
Wait, no. Fuck, even if I can't die, suffocation is too much...
"Gah, kgh... *cough*."
Squelch...!
As my sword sank deep into the flesh, the grip of the tentacle wrapping around me weakened. I didn't miss the opportunity and swung my sword again, but I was already falling, and my blade only sliced through empty air.
Slammed onto the floor, I scrambled to find my footing and stand up, but this time, more tentacles bursting from the walls started acting up.
"Mmph...!!"
A numbing sensation—probably some kind of paralytic toxin—shot through my hand, making me drop my sword. Before I could even react, another tentacle clamped tightly over my mouth.
I was dragged backward and pinned flat against the wall.
But how do these things actually eat animals? I mean, they have a main body, but how do these parasitic wall-dwellers...
I needed to understand how they consumed their prey to figure out a countermeasure. For now, I counted my blessings that I wasn't being strangled and watched to see what would happen next.
"...?!"
I watched, only to find a tentacle slithering directly under my clothes.
Men, women, slimes, and now fucking tentacles—every single one of them goes into heat because of this goddamn pheromone. Fuck...!
I wondered if it was constricting me to crush and digest its prey, but the way it was sliding over my skin didn't feel like hunting at all.
I tried to bend my upper body forward to free my bound arms, but the numbing sensation kept me from moving properly.
When I was with the slime, it had engulfed my entire body, which felt more like being submerged in water—making it slightly less unpleasant. But this? This was a disgustingly sticky, slimy cord wrapping tightly around me.
"Let go of me...!"
My thighs, my crotch, my stomach, my breasts, the nape of my neck, my arms.
The tentacle rubbed stickily against every inch of my body as if caressing me. Because of the lingering aftereffects of my earlier masturbation, my protests began to die down.
I thought the repulsive, sticky sensation would snap me back to my senses, but despite its cold appearance, the tentacle was uselessly warm. It was making my mind go hazy.
"Haa... Ah, ngh..."
I should have just finished fingering myself earlier. Why did I stop early just to clear my head? Now I'm already half-aroused, and it's making this so much worse.
I wish it would just thrust inside me or squeeze me hard already. This half-assed rubbing is so fucking annoying.
What's even more infuriating is my own perverted self, wishing it would do something to me just because I'm horny, even while being forced like this.
It's entirely because of this useless succubus heart and this damn tentacle fondling me. It is absolutely not because I'm a pervert.
"Ha...♥ Mmph!"
Since I didn't need to worry about how this predator was going to eat me anymore, I gave up and let my body go limp. But letting a moan slip out of my mouth was incredibly embarrassing.
Am I just completely insane?
The tentacle stopped its thorough exploration of my body. As if it had finally found the hole to mate with, it paused right at my pussy.
"Kgh...!♥"
Since the slime was basically a liquid, even though it had forced its way inside me, it had somewhat conformed to the shape of my opening. But this thing had no such courtesy. It ruthlessly pried my pussy wide open.
The strength drained from my limbs, and I wanted nothing more than to collapse to the floor, but this fucking tentacle had pinned me so tightly against the wall that I couldn't move an inch.
Even as my mind screamed that I was being raped and needed to escape, another part of me—the part that hadn't been fully satisfied earlier—was practically begging for more...
If it had been a human or some other living creature, my disgust would have kept me from getting aroused. But with this, I felt relatively less resistance.
"At this rate, I'm just a crazy, perverted bitch."
Regardless of my self-loathing, the tentacle continued to rummage around inside me. It pushed so deep that I could actually see the slight outline of its shape bulging against my lower abdomen.
That's actually a little grotesque...
"Hah, ngh...♥"
Even in this grotesque situation—pinned helplessly as my stomach bulged slightly with the shape of the tentacle—the way it scraped against my inner walls forced a loud moan from my throat.
Honestly, I felt like screaming even louder, but if I actually got off while being raped, I would be truly beyond saving.
Fortunately, it didn't have any actual technique; it was just mindlessly thrusting in and out, so I didn't suffer the ultimate blow to my pride of completely losing control and coming.
But unlike when I was with Milia, where it was just a simple back-and-forth motion, this thing was squirming and twisting in every direction inside me, stimulating me relentlessly.
"G-gently... Please, be gentle...♥"
Since it wasn't overly thick, pleasure easily overrode the pain. At this point, I was terrified by the realization that even if it had been thicker, my perverted body probably still would have enjoyed it.
The slimy texture that I had found so repulsive at first began to feel bizarrely pleasant, like an oil massage, as it kept rubbing against my skin.
My legs parted as the tentacle squirmed around, but whenever it suddenly thrust deep inside, I instinctively clamped my thighs shut, repeating the cycle over and over.
"Haa, haah...!♥"
My breasts and nipples, now slick with sticky fluids, were continuously stimulated as the tentacles rubbed up and down against them. My body shuddered as if having a seizure.
Y-you crazy... fucking bastard...♥
It wasn't moving particularly fast, but the rough, heavy friction was making me feel like I was going to die in a completely different way.
This goddamn pheromone. It doesn't just charm and drive others wild; it turns me into a raving nymphomaniac too. It's so fucking annoying.
Why the hell did those crazy cultist bastards stuff a succubus heart inside me anyway?
"Not there, fuck, ah!"
The tentacle, now targeting my back door as it cupped my ass, fortunately chose to insert a relatively smaller branch.
Wait, no. That's not fortunate at all.
The slime was a liquid, so that had just felt incredibly humiliating, but this was a solid, elongated shaft sliding directly inside me.
I guess the only silver lining was that there was no one around to witness me looking like a total pervert, squirming as slime leaked from both my pussy and my ass.
"...!"
I squeezed my eyes shut. As the tentacle relentlessly pushed inside, my legs trembled violently as if seizing.
Unlike the slime, which had forced its way into my deepest depths, this solid tentacle quickly gave up when I clenched my butt cheeks.
I guess it being solid had its perks after all.
"Mmph..."
Instead, the tentacle gagged my mouth.
I briefly thought that having my mouth blocked was actually a good thing since it kept my embarrassing moans from leaking out, but...
Are you fucking insane?!
Even though a tentacle was already stretching me wide open, another one tried to force its way in. I gritted my teeth and bit down hard.
"Ugh?! I'm sorry, I'm sorry...!!"
Angered by my sudden bite, the tentacle inside me began to thrash around violently. The pain was so intense it made me gag. I clenched my teeth as tears streamed down my face.
I didn't know if the brainless thing could even understand me, but despite my repeated apologies, its violent thrashing didn't stop.
"Fuck, it hurts! I said it hurts...!"
I tried to curl my body to cope with the overwhelming pain, but because I was pinned, all I could do was let my head drop forward.
My stomach was right there in my line of sight.
I could clearly see the outline of the tentacle squirming and writhing inside me like a parasitic snake. The sheer terror of it was almost on par with the time my arm got severed.
"Kgh... Mmph... Hah, ugh..."
My lower abdomen twisted and churned violently because of the tentacle. Instead of going limp, my entire body tensed up from the continuous agony.
I wanted to at least wipe away the tears streaming down my face, but my arms were bound. I couldn't even swallow my own saliva because I was afraid of choking on the painful moans tearing out of my throat, so I just let it drool out like an idiot.
The moment this is over, I'm going to kill you... I'm going to roast you and tear you to pieces with my teeth...
"Ugh...!!"
Just... let this... rape end first... *sob*...