Saintess Yuria's Second Fatal Mistake♡ (2)
One month and a week ago. Even as its entire body was incinerated by Saintess Yuria's magic, the grotesque tentacle mustered its final strength and successfully cast a warp spell. It couldn't teleport many parts of itself—just the most fatal spot for a female, unprotected by any holy blessing: her clitoris. The tentacle warped it right in front of itself as it died, and another dying tendril accepted it. For the next month and a week, it slowly built its power there, absorbing high-quality mana and life force.
Cherishing it obsessively, the tentacle developed the clitoris. It injected sensitivity-amplifying aphrodisiac fluids and kept it soaked in a high concentration of potent drugs. Then it stuffed the clitoris into a box slightly larger than a ring, packed full of tentacles, and steadily tormented it for a month and a week, squeezing out mana and life force.
I can survive. I can grow stronger. I can turn even more females into flesh toilets. The grotesque tentacle severed the limbs of the captured female researchers and adventurers, tossing them to the other tentacles and its collaborators as toys. Though already a corpse, unrotted, the massive maggot larva—grown steadily amid the tower's ruins—suddenly had a female appear before it.
"It's you, isn't it?"
Kieeeek. The tentacle flinched at Yuria's words. Her pink hair was soaked in blood. She'd smashed through every trap in her path with sheer force. Her nun's habit was torn for mobility, fully exposing her already voluptuous figure—the one she was self-conscious about, almost like a pig or a sturdy warhorse. She didn't usually fight this fiercely, but with no one watching, she planned to cut loose for once. In that moment, Yuria looked less like a nun and more like a warrior.
Gripping her mace, Yuria advanced slowly toward the tentacle. First, she'd tear it to shreds, then burn each piece with holy magic until it was dead.
"Daring to interrupt my comfy masturbation life.... Huh?"
Green-skinned creatures appeared before Yuria's eyes. About five of them.
"Orcs?"
Two meters tall, their bodies packed with muscle—a green pig race. They usually lurked in forests, kidnapping wildlife or human women for toys. This was the sandy Western Regions, far from forests, an environment they couldn't normally survive in.
"Made a little partnership, have we~?"
It seemed the orcs who once lived inside or around the magic tower had allied with the tentacle. Makes sense—for the tentacle, pit traps alone wouldn't secure its defenses. The massive earthworm corpse had lost the tower's shape and offered no help.
"Whatever. Doesn't matter to me."
Grinning, Yuria charged the orcs. Thud! With a heavy footfall, she closed the distance in an instant and swung her mace. The orc ahead raised a rusty greatsword it had scavenged somewhere to block, but—
Crunch! Crack! The toy shattered. The orc's sword bent grotesquely. It widened its eyes in panic. But Yuria didn't stop. She poured her full power into her waist and swung at its head. Boom! Its skull exploded satisfyingly, splattering blood across Yuria's face.
"Come on♡ Come on♡ What're you waiting for? Scared like that?"
Yuria laughed provocatively. She was confident in her victory. She couldn't lose even if she wanted to.
"Gotta clear out the pests right away, right?♬"
Humming a tune, she stepped forward. The orcs backed away from Yuria, who towered a full head above them. Stressed from not even being able to masturbate lately, Yuria gripped her mace tighter, imagining ripping them apart barehanded. She tensed her thighs, sturdier than steel.
That was the moment.
"Come on, one by one, line up in front of—Huh? Ah——AAAAAAAARGH!!"
Suddenly, a spark-like agony flared between Yuria's legs. The scorching heat made sparks fly in her brain. Had the enemy used magic? Yuria staggered, using her mace as a crutch to barely stay upright. Her thighs trembled; she clamped her legs together like a dog desperate to pee. Otherwise, she couldn't endure it. Her crotch hurt and burned so much.... Wait.
"Not my crotch, my cli...toris?"
The sensation between her legs was her clitoris. Ignoring appearances, Yuria reached down, but felt nothing. She still hadn't gotten it back.
...Then.
As that thought hit her, an orc closed in. It swung a massive iron club. Thwack! She couldn't block it easily——her legs had gone weak from the burning sensation in her groin.
"Guh!"
Matching its huge frame, the orc was pure muscle. Including its swollen, pig-like fat, its sheer mass was overwhelming. Even for sturdy Yuria, she couldn't hold with limp legs.
"How dare a mere orc——GUHGUHGUH?! O, OOOOH?!♡"
Yuria tried to tense her legs and move, but another lava-like shock licked her clitoris. Psssh! PSSSSHHH♡ Squirting gushed from her pussy. Even without her clit, the pussy remained. Yuria looked up at the tentacle in shock, her face twisted in climax.
"No.... No way..."
She stared at the tentacle. Its octopus-like eye grinned, extending one starfish-like arm toward her. Inside was a box holding a pink flesh nub. Now the size of a finger joint, tentacles swarmed around it. Stroke♡
"H-HNNNGHHH♡♡?!"
One caress unleashed catastrophic pleasure. It spread from her toes to her scalp. Her muscles spasmed, blood surged, her mind flashed white. Like an electric shock of ecstasy. Her pussy and thighs went numb, legs buckling and trembling.
"......W-What...?"
That was probably Yuria's clitoris. The one she'd felt nothing from until now. And now the sensations were linked. Swollen red from relentless stimulation. A clitoris defenseless, developed for over a month.
"Grrr!!"
Snapping back, the remaining orcs surrounded her. Victory would be easy—in her normal condition. The tentacle ahead grinned, then sucked Yuria's clit—trapped in its box—into a tiny onahole-like tentacle with a slurp♡.
"Gah?! OOOOOOOOOOK?!♡♡"
Yuria collapsed on the spot, her clit devoured by that horrific tentacle. A vulgar, resounding noise. Pleasure surged from the nonexistent spot between her legs. Her toes itched. Her tensed soles cramped. Squirting flowed naturally; she couldn't stand.
Then an orc's massive club loomed before her.
"W-Wait! I just came—"
Crack!
"——GYAAAH?!"
Yuria rolled across the ground several times, emitting a sound she'd never made before. She twisted, taking the hit on her head instead of her face. Her superhuman skull was tougher than an elephant's.
"Guh.... Guh.... Uh....?"
Even so, the massive impact dazed her. Weak from climax afterglow, then struck full-force by the orc's club. The orc mounted her, crushing her down. At 2 meters and muscle-packed, it weighed over 200kg. A normal person would be crushed flat.
"How... dare you!! A puny thing like you!!"
Her composure shattered, Yuria raged in earnest and bucked her hips. To escape the pin. The orc flew into the air; she slipped free, dodging attacks from the others.
Yuria wasn't just strong. Her combat sense was genius-level.
"I'll burn you all to ash with magic—"
No time for restraint. Yuria reached toward the tentacle. Eliminate the thing playing with her clit first. Orcs charged from all sides, but her magic would hit first. The tentacle noticed and moved a tendril to her clit. An eye-shaped one, unlike before.
——No matter the pleasure, I'll endure and incinerate it!!
Resolved, Yuria began her incantation. She'd burn it. Kill it. For daring to humiliate her. A hundred deaths wouldn't be enough—
A vivid pink laser fired from the eye-tentacle. Straight at Yuria's clitoris, focused intently.
"Ah?! A, Ahh——Ah?!"
Her chant faltered. Her mouth gaped like a broken machine, eyes crossing. Her legs shook like never before. Pre-climax signals peaked impossibly high and deep, flooding her clit and womb.
Th-This is. Really danger—
"——NNNGGGGRRRR——♡♡ Gr, Grrrh♡ Grk♡ Gyah♡♡ OOOOHHH!! Ah! Ahhng♡♡ Ah♡ AAAAAAAA♡♡!!!"
Yuria's mind went blank. For a split second, no thoughts at all. The pleasure throbbed from between her legs, from the distant box in the tentacle's grasp. She stifled moans to cling to her pride, but it was futile. She endured only seconds, machine-like, before nothing but slutty wails escaped.
"OOOOOOH♡♡ C-♡♡ C-♡Cumming♡♡♡!! Wh-What♡ The hell♡♡!!"
Even forcing out human words was thanks to her towering pride. The pink laser ceased. Just one second. One second of irradiation did this. Yuria collapsed, soaking her white panties yellow. Her will to stand anyway was praiseworthy—but—
"N-No! Still cumming— UBLURGH?!"
She screamed at the charging orc, but it punched her face.
"Guh! K, Uh! St-Stop!"
All close-combat power comes from the legs. But Yuria's were jelly. The orc sat on her, slamming her face relentlessly, heedless of her panic. Thud! Crack! Thud! Thud! Thud! Crunch!
"Kk! Kk! Guhk! Puk! O! W-Wait! Gah! Oogh! Kk!"
Blood burst from her nose; it broke. She raised her hands to shield her face, but the orc's overwhelming mass ruled. Pinning her wrists, it kept pounding.
"Guhk! GYAAK! Agh! Oogh! Uhk! Eughk! St-Stop! You-! I'll kill you! GRK! Kk!"
Even after that, only a broken nose for Yuria. Blood-soaked, she glared murderously up at the orc. Confirming she hadn't passed out, it hoisted her up and choked her throat with its forearm.
"Guhk! Gk! Kek! L-Let.... go....!"
Yuria squeezed every ounce of strength to break the choke. Then she saw despair before the tentacle: the pink pleasure laser priming again on her clit.
"Obup! Gk! GGGUUUHH!!"
Throat crushed, she flailed desperately, but the laser fired faster. It hit; she climaxed again, unable to scream, and blacked out.
This was the first—and last—defeat of Yuria, the monster saintess.