Stealing the Saintess's Sacred Clit ♥

"There, there♡ Here's my body for you♡ A chance to touch the noble saintess's skin♡"

At those words, the fabrication tentacle moves its limbs to seize and rip away the saintess's fluttering skirt. But—zap! A sudden shock like electricity courses through it, making the tentacle tremble.

From above the hole—a position invisible to the tentacle—comes the bitch's mocking laugh.

"Ahaha♡ You can't just touch my body protected by holy power, right? But... since you're so pitiful, I'll let you touch my thighs."

As the bitch says this, the sacred aura emanating from the saintess's body weakens. The tentacle rubs the bitch's sturdy thighs with its arm slick with viscous aphrodisiac slime.

"Nngh.........♡ Ahhng.....♡"

The bitch starts moaning in ecstasy. It's too early for the slime and aphrodisiac to take effect. The bitch before its eyes is merely toying with the tentacle. But the fabrication tentacle has no other options. Using mana for fabrication is impossible. It's short on mana, life force, and stamina. Physically severing the bitch's limbs is even more out of the question. Hypnosis to shatter senses or cognition is unavailable too. The one-eyed, flying hypnosis tentacles are mostly dead by now. Even if any survived, it can't summon them in this state.

"Oh, you can touch my breasts too."

Saying this, the bitch thrusts one arm into the hole, stripping off the clothes covering her breasts. She flings her undergarments outward and shoves her breasts inside for easy access. The fleshy hole parts easily.

"Maybe I should've stripped completely and climbed in. Oh well, whatever♡"

To the tentacle, the bitch's face is invisible. All it sees is the jiggling underboob. Large nipples and areolae bigger than a typical bitch's come into view, along with erect nipples, the skin of her breasts dotted with slight goosebumps. An overwhelming female scent wafts from her underboob and armpits.

As requested, the tentacle gently caresses her thighs and breasts with tendrils lightly coated in slime. Never before has it caressed a bitch so tenderly. It has always made them scream and moan under the torture called pleasure, draining their energy freely. But now, it's utterly powerless. Even trying to inject needles deep into her skin fails—the needles won't penetrate.

"Oh, by the way, even without my holy blessing, you can't do anything to my body? I'm reputed to be the toughest saintess in history, after all."

Just as she says. The bitch's skin is tough and leathery like that of a large herbivore, yet soft inside. Beneath that thick, resilient flesh lurk muscles like those of a wild stallion. Even trapped in this hole, she could tear a powerless tentacle like this to shreds. She knows this, which is why she's offering her body so boldly.

The fabrication tentacle extends a tendril split like a starfish at the tip and engulfs her breast. It creates a vacuum inside, then repeatedly contracts and relaxes to stimulate her.

"Ahng~♡"

An artificially produced moan echoes. Knowing it's being deceived, the tentacle still works diligently. If it's going to die anyway, it'll indulge in this female flesh to the end. It coats her breasts, thighs, and other unprotected skin with thick aphrodisiac slime.

"Good♡ You're the real deal tentacle, huh♡ So much more lively than those brothel magic tools....♡"

It sucks hard on her nipple. The rigidly erect bud grows even more sensitive. But it's far from enough. Normally, the sensitivity of her nipples and skin would develop rapidly. Even without injecting concentrated true aphrodisiac, sensitivity should multiply several times over.

"Huh? Giving up already? Put more effort in♡ I'm offering my body like this—you at least have to make me cum."

Her resistance as a saintess, combined with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her innate warrior physique. Her body is leagues beyond the monk bitch tormented just moments ago. It might even rival the tower's master.

"N... Nngh....♡"

Sweat trickles from her vulgar thighs below. Her navel soaks the pristine saintess robes, and nectar flows from her pussy. The fabrication tentacle extends a tendril with a mouth and slurps up the sweat from her thighs and her pussy juices. The saintess's holy mana isn't to its taste, but beggars can't be choosers. Taste aside, this sacred pussy nectar carries substantial mana and life force.

Confirming her reactions, the tentacle caresses her breasts, nipples, and thighs. Her feet tremble, muscles tensing. She prefers having her nipples yanked taut and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠tormented over gentle stroking. Noting her sexual preferences, it laps up the occasional trickle of love juices. This isn't the mana and life force squeezed from a rag-like monk bitch. It's vulgar, vital nectar. Mana and life force gather.

No idea how well the bitch has the fabrication tentacle pegged, but it senses an opportunity. Now it could manage partial fabrication magic, or fire orgasm waves or orgasm rays. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠If granted entry, it could even remodel her brain via her ears more fundamentally. But any sign of that, and she'd counterattack instantly—something the tentacle couldn't withstand.

"Nngh, nngh♡ Yes. Ahh♡ It's on another level from my boring church masturbation♡ Feels, nngh♡ good♡ I wanna retire as saintess soon♡ Ahng♡ Ah♡"

It yanks her breast forward, sucking the vacuumed nipple hard. Inside the encircling tendril, protrusions spin wildly against it. Already sticky with slime, the nipple delivers smooth yet intense, prickling stimulation. The bitch's legs shudder. Her thighs—thick with dense muscle, clad in sheer white stockings—twitch faintly.

"N... Nngh♡ Nnnaaahhng♡"

Pshh♡ Pssshhh♡ Not sticky pussy lube, but true holy water—mana-rich squirt—gushes out. The tentacle opens wide and drinks it down. A horrific sacred taste, but vitality surges through its body. Shattered, charred flesh regenerates, functions returning.

"Ah....♡ Wait♡ Will you torment my pussy now too?"

Saying this, she reaches into the pit—deep enough to swallow her whole, but she's bracing with arms on the edge—and strips off her panties.

"The position's uncomfortable.... but this play excites me♡ Not knowing what's happening♡"

The holy blessing around her pussy fades. Thinking now's the time, the tentacle tries to spread her labia with a tendril for insertion. But—zap!

"Oh, by the way, as a saintess♡ I have to stay a virgin. Just the clit, please♡"

Indeed, her pussy entrance is shielded by the strongest protective magic. Even the tentacle's fabrication magic seems powerless against it. Neither pursed tight nor vulgarly splayed, her exquisite pussy emits scents of love juices, milk, and a medley of female odors including musk. The bitch-scent from her pulsing pussy billows out like smoke.

It wants to rape her. Ruin her utterly. Slice, smash, make her cum, develop every ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠inch. But it can't. No injections possible, most of her body shielded by holy blessings. A brief opening, and it could amp her whole body's sensitivity to clit levels. Etch runes on her pussy, turning her into a mana-spewing meat slab incapable of resistance—but

"Ahng~♡ Yes♡ Right there♡"

The tentacle halts stray thoughts. First, obey the arrogant bitch's demands. It attaches a suction tendril to her clit and sucks slurp slurp. Her thigh muscles convulse as if cumming again, legs shaking. Sweat drips from her back, legs, armpits, underboob. Absorbing the faint ammonia in her sweat, the tentacle eyes her pussy and asshole. If only it could stimulate the mana lines at her anal entrance. Desperately racking its deficient brain, it prepares horrific tools to break bitches with pleasure.

Meanwhile, her voice drifts from above the hole.

"Ahh—♡ That was good. So good. But♡"

Crunch. Something crushes. The tentacle blinks its large eye. One of the bitch's arms grips a tentacle limb, meat mangled, blood oozing from the vise-like hold.

Her face invisible from here. Visible: soles, calves, thighs, labia, anus, massive ass. Twin breasts. Left hand clutching the tentacle, right hand glowing. Mana ripples in her palm.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice your schemes? I'm not falling for them♡ Instead, I'll give you a special holy magic steam bath♡"

Saintess Yuria Anselos—body inside the hole up to her breasts, face excluded—thrusts only her palm in and unleashes holy magic. Even for a physical powerhouse like her, incinerating the cramped tentacle with magic is feasible.

Flash—!! A blaze of radiant holy magic erupts, and the tentacle inside screams.

"—KIIIIIK!! KII!! KIIIIIK!!"

"Ahng~♡"

Feels good. The tendrils tormenting Yuria's clit, nipples, and breasts burn hot under the intense flash and flames. Holy magic burns just like any other. If normal magic is fire, holy is sunlight, perhaps. Normally, full-body holy shielding blocks contact outright, but Yuria craves the searing sensation on her clit and tits. The tendrils clinging there char and ignite, driving her to climax. She savors the steamy heat until they're fully incinerated by her holy magic—perfectly calibrated so she feels only a warm soak.

Confirming the tentacles' annihilation, Yuria climbs out, slips on her panties, dons the discarded undergarments, and straightens her clothes.

"Perfect for a quick thrill.... Next time at the brothel, I should find a heat-resistant tentacle creature for the hot baths♡"

Yuria tidies her attire lightly and heads out of the magic tower. The paladin order awaits outside. No more delays.

─────This day's events─────Yuria regrets. Why didn't she check her body's state more thoroughly while fixing her clothes? Why didn't she wrap herself in holy protection when incinerating the tentacles?

She realizes something's wrong only after arriving at the royal capital. Her clit is gone. Precisely, her clitoris has been fabricated away to somewhere. Where it should be is just blank white flesh. Empty.

"..............Huh?"

When? How? At the moment of death? Did it use spatial transfer on her clit then?

Confused, Yuria analyzes the cause. But it's far too late to fix it.