2-10 The Saintess Being Corroded (Sharon - Grotesque Tentacle Ravishment, Semen Pickling♥) (1)
I wonder what's happening outside. With me suddenly vanishing, is the church still in an uproar? Are lots of people still in a bind because of it? What about that murderer? Even with the patrols beefed up now, is he still out there killing? Did the patrols maybe run into him? Last time they got attacked, it ended with just injuries, but this time there might've been casualties.
Has Lady Eve returned? No, it's probably still too soon for her. It was supposed to be at least a month-long mission, and I heard the situation turned out more serious than expected, so it might drag on even longer.
Whatever the case, first things first—this man. I had to deal with him somehow. This guy, Gaon, was incredibly dangerous. My instincts as a saintess were screaming at me not to let him roam free.
A man who could manipulate and dominate a saintess like me without batting an eye. I had no idea the limits of his powers, or what his goals even were. That made him as dangerous as any heretic. And to top it off, he was targeting Lady Eve. I didn't want to imagine her falling to a creep like this, but what if? If even Lady Eve ended up in his clutches... I had a bad feeling something would end right then and there.
The silver lining was that he apparently needed to subjugate me to achieve that. I didn't know the details, but it was probably tied to that "declaration of submission" Heart mentioned. Either way, my task hadn't changed. Somehow, I'd endure. I'd keep my heart from ever truly submitting, buy time that way... and wait for a chance to strike back. That was the only thing Sharon could do right now.
"... ..................... ............... ......"
"Lord Gaon, what are you doing?"
"...Practicing."
In the living room sofa of Mera Laundry, Gaon sat alone for the first time in ages. He stared blankly into space one moment, then made these creepy hand gestures the next. Through the only thing he was wearing—his underwear—his cock stood tall and proud, twitching on its own without anyone touching it.
Heart approached the peculiar sight and asked again what was up. He answered, "Tentacle manipulation."
"I dumped points into my succubus skills this time, and a bunch of new ones popped up. ...Not planning to invest more, but might as well get the hang of what I've got."
"I see. Come to think of it, that thing from yesterday was one of your powers too, right, Master Gaon? Was that practice as well?"
"Yeah. Confirmed it doesn't get spotted by holy knights... but Sion says it won't work on some of them. Only realized how risky that was after she told me later."
Last night, Gaon had taken Sharon and Sion out for a nighttime stroll. He stripped them naked and made them crawl the dark streets like dogs. With the murderer panic ramping up patrols, knights and soldiers were everywhere no matter which way they went.
Luckily, his new succubus skill let him dodge their eyes. But since the skill level was still low, it only worked on low-level targets. During the walk, Sion had weirdly veered off or stopped a few times—probably when they were about to bump into someone it wouldn't affect. She only spilled the details after they got back, which gave him quite the scare.
Oh, and that Sion? She was currently sprawled at Gaon's feet, licking them.
Thanks to hypnosis tweaking her mental barriers and affection levels, she was on the verge of ecstasy just from servicing his feet.
Her hips swaying side to side, pussy juices dripping tsuup from her slit—it all screamed her current mood.
"Got it. ...But you said tentacle manipulation...?"
"Summoned some in that room over there. They're linked to my senses. Like clones."
He could sprout them from his body or detach them. Controlling them attached was easy, but remote ops were a pain. Lilith said you'd eventually just give orders and let them go autonomous, but that felt far off. Plus, their sensations fed back to him in real-time, so every bit of pleasure they felt hit him too.
That explained why his untouched cock was raging hard—the incredible sensations from the tentacles, the soft breaths and tender flesh of the bitch trapped in their grip, all transmitting straight to him.
"......."
Heart watched for a bit, then slyly wedged herself between his legs and tugged down his panties.
Out sprang his dark, grotesque cock like a coiled spring. Even after seeing it multiple times, Heart froze, drinking in its majesty. Then she started licking it nice and slow.
"Heart?"
"Keep doing your thing, Lord Gaon. ...It just looked like your cock was suffering a bit...♡"
Her words said one thing, but her face beamed with undisguised bliss. Jackpot—I get to devour Master Gaon's cock all I want.
Heart was thrilled at her exclusive claim on his dick—until someone barged in. Sion, who'd been at his feet moments ago.
She glued herself to Heart's cheek and started lapping at the cock Heart had all to herself.
A pet like you... Heart shot her a glare, but Sion ignored it and kept savoring Gaon's cock. Her face lit up with joy matching Heart's.
Chuuup... chuuup... chuuup... chup... churuup... chup... rerorero...
Heart competed with Sion, licking his shaft, kneading his balls with her hands, taking turns sucking him deep and devouring every inch.
"Ugh, oh...!"
Gaon's body shuddered now and then—probably from the shared tentacle sensations—spewing cum.
Of course, the girls eagerly caught it all, faces and mouths competing to swallow even one more drop.
Heart and Sion, both wiggling their lovely asses, slaved away at his cock with fervor.
"Aaaah, nngh, uuugh...!! Stop... I said stop, you pervert...!"
Sharon shook her head and begged, but it was useless. Something like a slab of meat, a tad hotter than human body temp, brushed her skin, binding her limbs while groping her all over.
Some licked up her body like tongues; others, dick-like but reeking ten times denser, rubbed against her face and body.
Sharon was trapped in a room at Mera Laundry. Pitch black normally, but her faint magic light gave some visibility.
Not that sight helped much now. The cramped storage room—pink flesh everywhere, floor to ceiling. Dozens of tentacles sprouted from it, grabbing, restraining, toying with her.
They forced her clenched legs apart, bound her limbs tight. One plunged into her mouth, puking hot aphrodisiac slime straight down her throat.
Kkwaak kkwaak—jummuluck—kkuuk sukssukssukssukssuk
"Hiih... hiiiik—♡ Stop... the naughty stuff... that man... aaah...♡♡"
Aphrodisiacs fired her up; tentacles mauled her tits painfully. They dug her navel, pressed her lower belly. Slapped her ass—rhythmic like drumming.
Brush-like tentacles swept her slit; ones with tiny mouths engulfed her nipples and clit, chuuup chuuup churuup sucking hard.
Thick ones coiled her whole body, tricking her brain into feeling embraced by Gaon himself.
Splaaash—
"Guh, kuh, krrheek...!"
Hot, sticky something splashed her body again. Tentacle cum—identical to Gaon's in makeup, scent, taste. She knew it crystal clear.
Already drenched multiple times; not a spot on her was cum-free. The tentacles wrapping her kept spraying more thick loads on her parts...
Impossible to ignore the stench.
Pyuuk—
"Aahk...♡♡ Inside... something's...♡♡"
A needle-tipped tentacle stabbed her nipples—not just piercing, but injecting warm, weird fluid. Her tits felt stuffed, swelling up.
She had no clue what it was. Terrifying, horrifying.
Stop... please stop...
Even her pleading mouth got stuffed with a thick tentacle cock, ravaging it.
Between her suspended legs, a tentacle dick matching Gaon's size and shape impaled her pussy. Her ass too—no mercy.
They savored the saintess's noble holes like delicacies, thrusting puuk puuk jjigeuk jjigeuk deep and greedy.
"Mnguuuugh...!!"
Uung... mung... uuuwup...!!
Meanwhile, her breasts, belly, navel, ass cheeks—all violated. Defiled.
Smooth white back shuddered as slimy tentacles slid over it. From the ceiling, another splaaash of massive cum.
Pickled and slathered in aphrodisiac semen, Sharon endured full-body tentacle ravishment. They twisted her mid-air into humiliating poses, rolling her around, coating inside and out with Gaon-like loads.
Her reason and awareness crumbled fast. As her focus broke, her light winked out, plunging the room into darkness.
Vision gone, but the tentacles writhed on, toying with her relentlessly. The dark room echoed only with grotesque squelches, flesh-pounding slaps, and Sharon's bitchy moans.