#2-10 The Corroding Saintess (Sharon - Grotesque Tentacle Violation, Semen Pickling♥) (2)
In the pitch-black room filled with darkness, Sharon quickly lost all sense of time. It might have been as short as thirty minutes, or perhaps as long as several hours. At the very least, to Sharon, it felt like an eternity had passed before the door to her tentacle chamber finally creaked open. Light finally flooded into the room.
"Whoa, the smell...! The air's scorching hot too. Staying in here must make it hard to breathe."
"Is that so...? I think it's an amazing smell, personally...."
"Just breathing in here feels like it could make you cum...♡"
Gaon waved his hand in front of his face as he spoke, while Heart and Sion—clinging to either side of him—replied. Neither was exaggerating; they were both inhaling the room's scent deeply. It was none other than Gaon's own aroma. The only difference was that it had been crammed into this cramped space, steamed to perfection, and condensed into pure essence—like his usual scent but intensified a hundredfold.
The sweltering heat. A space overflowing with throbbing masses of flesh-tentacles that would drive any female mad. And right in the center hung Sharon, ensnared and suspended.
Released from the utterly shameful pose no saintess should ever endure—her pussy and asshole splayed wide open—she finally felt her feet touch the floor. But with her arms still bound, she dangled limply amid the tentacles like a puppet on strings.
Her legs, stepping into the pool of thick white fluid, trembled like those of a newborn fawn. Her delicate feet sank up to her ankles in the milky sea.
Urk... Hoo—hoo... Uhh...
Thoroughly ravaged amid the tentacles, Sharon was still far from regaining her senses. Even when she mustered the strength to glare at Gaon, her eyes would glaze over, her head lolling back down in repetition. In the end, all strength drained from her body, leaving her fully suspended by the tentacles.
The tentacles' assault had ceased, but the lingering aftershocks of their relentless torment made her convulse repeatedly. Her hips would buck involuntarily now and then, and as he watched, something warm trickled steadily down between her thighs.
"Heh... Hak... Hn... Uh...."
Every breath she took in—and every breath she exhaled—seemed saturated with Gaon's scent. And that realization made her body shudder anew. It was a tremor of rapture and awe.
Sharon felt as though something fundamentally female within her had been utterly violated. She'd thought she'd been defiled and toyed with enough already. But this went deeper... scraped clean to the very bottom, leaving nothing untouched. Her core had been thoroughly soiled, dyed completely in his color.
Even though she was already naked, she felt more exposed than ever—like she'd bared not just her outside, but her very insides to him.
And Gaon felt the same.
"How was it, Saintess? Did you have a good time? It was great for me. I feel like I got to know everything about you now—no secrets left."
"......."
"Thanks to this little deep dive, I think I like you even more than before. What about you? Feel a bit more used to me now? Like me a little better? I wanna know."
Her ears rang. Gaon's voice barely registered. Even lifting her heavy eyelids, his face swam in her blurred vision. She just wanted to rest. She needed to rest. And escape this sensation of being utterly laid bare, inside and out. Talking could wait.
But Gaon persisted relentlessly.
He seemed to be saying he was pleased with her, expecting some kind of response. So instead of words, Sharon spat at his face.
Too weak to even lift her head properly, though, the glob landed on his abdomen instead.
"Hm."
Gaon said nothing of the act. Instead, he wiped the saliva from his stomach with his fingers and slipped them into his mouth. The aphrodisiac-laced tentacle slime mixed half-and-half with Sharon's sweet, feminine drool. Not bad at all.
Then he gripped her abdomen firmly with his hand.
"Ahk...?!"
"No running away now."
He manipulated the tentacles, shoving her retreating body forward and pinning it in place. Then he kneaded her resilient belly, pressing squeeze after squeeze.
Her lower abdomen, already massaged to hell by the tentacles, reignited with pleasure under the pressure. The ecstasy from moments ago surged back, drawing beastly whimpers from her lips.
"Saintess, Saintess. I'm asking you—how'd it feel thrown in with those tentacles? ...Huh? If you don't answer, we're gonna have a problem."
"Ahk... Urk...!! Stop, it...!"
"Answer me."
"Hik... Uggggh♡♡...!! It was, so dirty... Felt filthy... Isn't that obvious... you, bastard... Ahhhuuk... Stop...♡♡"
His large hand eased off her belly just a touch. But it didn't pull away. Gaon caressed her stomach and whispered into her ear again—this time softer, gentler.
"Good girl, Sharon. You answered well. So, you don't want a repeat, right? Wanna rest a bit?"
"Uk... Kgh... Nn...."
"You wanna rest?"
"Ahh...! Y-Yeah... I wanna rest... Let me... No more...."
As pressure returned to her lower belly, Sharon answered desperately.
"Good, Sharon. But here's the thing—I wanna carve an Erotic Tattoo on this belly right now. And for that, I need your permission."
Sharon had no idea what an Erotic Tattoo was. But if he wanted it, it had to be something awful. Obviously.
"If you agree, Sharon, I'll just do the tattoo and let you rest. You can wash up, eat a proper meal instead of that tentacle jelly, sleep in a soft, warm bed. But if you refuse... well, no choice. I'll leave you in this tentacle room all night. Turn up the intensity even more than before."
It was blackmail and temptation rolled into one. Obey, and get comfort. Refuse, and suffer worse torment from the tentacles.
Sharon couldn't respond. She didn't know what an Erotic Tattoo was, but she knew she should refuse anything he proposed. Yet the thought of enduring another round—worse than before, all night long—terrified her.
"Well? Sharon. Gonna answer? I won't wait forever."
No time to agonize. She had to choose.
"F-Fine... I'll take it... Just do it... you, piece of trash...."
And so, Sharon nodded, accepting his offer.
Gaon beamed at her response, pulling her slender body into a light embrace.
* * *
The Erotic Tattoo process began immediately. Unfortunately, Gaon's skill level was too low for anything advanced—just a basic one. It'd suffice for now, but later he'd ask Lilith to upgrade it.
"Ah, aah, ah, aaaaaaah...!!!"
Still bound by tentacles, Sharon writhed helplessly, twisting her hips and shaking her head in frenzy.
Gaon's hand rested on her lower abdomen—no heavy pressure now, just a light touch. He'd occasionally pull away to fondle her breasts, pussy, or thighs for fun before returning. Constant contact wasn't necessary; soon he wouldn't even need to touch at all. While the tattoo set, he amused himself groping her body.
He even mounted her from behind, thrusting squelch-squelch into her virgin-tight pussy—now growing ever more delicious under the tattoo's influence. Tasting that exquisite change was a unique delicacy, different from deflowering her.
Spurt-spurt-spurt-
"Whoa...! Fuck, you're delicious, Saintess...! Perfect, I'm satisfied."
Into her spasming belly—still twitching from the tattoo—he poured his seed generously. It mingled with the tentacle slime already flooding her, becoming one. Not content with one load, he soon started pounding again.
Sharon's cries grew louder; she sensed her body and mind on the verge of shattering.
Aah, ah, aaah...!! Spluuurt-!
Her pussy gushed squirt after squirt. Her modified breasts, tormented by tentacles, began lactating in fine sprays.
Her womb felt impossibly heavier. Something was changing inside her guts, her entire body. Sharon could feel it happening in real time. She didn't know what, but her flesh was growing more lewd, more depraved, more irredeemable.
No room for despair or anticipation. The changes etched into her brought overwhelming pleasure.
And it foretold her future: This body would drown her in ecstasy daily. No more thoughts of saintesshood or the goddess. Just endless flailing in a sea of bliss.
Aah, no, nooo... I'm a saintess... I can't lose... Goddess, Goddess, protect me... Goddeeeesss... Hiiiii♡ Haaang♡♡ Ahh♡ Feels good, so good so good so gooood...♡♡ Aaaah...♡♡
Hnnggg...!! Twitch-twitch-twitch-
Sharon climaxed countless times independent of Gaon's ravishing—squirting, lactating, lost in orgasm—until the changes completed. The Erotic Tattoo settled firmly on her belly.
Gaon stepped back to admire her. Propped up by tentacles, Sharon's abdomen now bore a lewd, glowing pattern. Something profane, unfit for a noble saintess's body.
It was etched there now.
"......Heh."
He'd meant to just look, but couldn't resist. He pressed a fingertip into the tattooed belly—squeeze—and Sharon yelped, "Hiiik-♡" in oversensitive reaction.