Quadruple-Amputee Saintess Yuria
"Kr... ha! Urk! Urgh! Hrrgh!"
Yuria takes the final orc's cock. From behind in doggy-style position, the orc presses his body flush against hers and ramps up the speed of his pistoning thrusts.
"Urk! O... urk! Ah♡ Ah♡ Ah♡ Ahurk! Ahurgh♡"
The pain radiating from her ass remains as sharp as ever, but perhaps because she's been entangled with the orc for so long, faint feminine moans begin to leak from Yuria's lips. With no limbs left to even resist, she's used like a mere sex toy by the muscular brute. The orc grabs Yuria's face. One of his fingers slips into her mouth.
"Mmph, mmrgh♡ Gack! Erk! O, ooo, o! O! Oooh! Orc!"
Yuria can't even close her mouth properly; she just drools uncontrollably while accepting the relentless pistoning. As much as she hates to admit it, she has to acknowledge that this situation is intensely sexual, a scene dripping with raw sensuality. The problem is that the victim is Yuria herself—and if things continue like this, her life as she knows it is over. Even if she's rescued, a saintess whose dignity has been so thoroughly defiled won't be granted any peaceful existence anymore.
—So maybe it's not so bad to just accept the pleasure purely here.
—Absolutely not! I won't submit! Never ever! Yuria straightens her wavering resolve. She can't bow to half-formed filth like these creatures. Before she's a saintess, Yuria is a warrior—a human with unyielding pride. This ass, these tits, this pussy, this waist, these breasts, this skin, this hair. Even her young age. Being born a woman, living as a saintess—it's all for Yuria herself. Never to be toyed with by orcs and tentacle freaks like this. She can treat them like toys. But they can't do the same to her.
"O, o, o, o...! Ourk! Oeeek! Egrrrk♡"
No logical reason or creed drives her. It's simply what suits Yuria's nature. She lives looking down on others, treating them with contempt. No particular reason. If she had to name one, it's just who Yuria is.
"Oeeek♡♡"
Yuria receives the sixteenth creampie in her anal hole. Excess semen spills out from her gaping asshole, unable to fit inside. Some of it congeals stickily between her cheeks, making viscous, slurping sounds.
"Grk! Ha! Haa! Hurk!"
The sex with the orc has dragged on for over half a day. When will reinforcements arrive? Yuria clings to a baseless hope that some skilled adventurer living nearby might stumble upon her and save her by chance. Anyone—anyone at all, as long as it's not someone from the monastery. Or else, somehow, her limbs need to regenerate.
"Urp! Damn it! Th-that! Mmph! Grrk! Gulp!"
The ground is pooled with orc semen leaking from Yuria's anus. A shallow depression in the dirt is filled to the brim with it, and the orc shoves Yuria's head into the hole. The horrific, fishy stench of orc cum is repulsive even from afar, but limbless as she is, Yuria can't resist. Her breath cuts off; to survive, she has no choice but to swallow. Yuria forcibly patches together her shattered pride and endures. Somehow, she'll make it. Yuria doesn't lose. Not yet.
A while later, Yuria is hoisted up by the orc and dragged before the octopus tentacles.
"........."
Yuria vaguely realizes it now. The orcs' actions just now weren't merely to sate their lust. To stand against the most powerful race, humans, lesser creatures must ally with other species. This hulking orc with its rough skin is a desert orc—a different breed from the goblins or other subhumans who originally dwelled in the succubus's magic tower. She doesn't know how the alliance formed, but it surely included a clause like "leave captured females to be bred." Words weren't needed; there must have been some tacit signal. It satisfied the orcs' urges while chipping away at the female's spirit.
Yuria glares at the tentacles before her and spits venomously.
"..........What're you staring at, you ugly fuck."
Slap! In that instant, a tentacle swings to strike Yuria's cheek, but the holy goddess's protection blocks contact with the demon.
"Pfft. Thought you could touch me?"
Yuria sneers. With no physical way to fight back, mockery is all she has. The tentacle pulls out the clitoris it's been holding. Yuria's clit, preserved in a meat box. As the octopus-like tentacle casts some incomprehensible magic, Yuria feels her clit ignite once more.
"—Krrrrrrgh!?"
It hurts more than getting punched by the orc. In agony, Yuria tries to cross her legs, but her once-sturdy pride-and-joy thighs are long gone.
"Ha♡ Hurk♡ C-cowardly♡ petty♡ of you... isn't it."
Yuria has no idea why this tentacle can control her clit's sensations. She can't even guess. She's a saintess with some knowledge, but not specialized enough. She doesn't understand why her clit detached in the first place, or why the goddess's holy protection applies to the severed clit.
"Ha♡ Hurk♡ For a month♡ you...♡ creepily toyed with my clit...♡ Was it fun? You like women that much? Filthy, disgusting—o, urk?!"
A vivid pink beam fires at the clitoris.
"Krk?! O, ooooooooork?! Oo♡ Oooooooork!?♡♡"
1 second. 2 seconds. 3 seconds. It doesn't stop. Yuria desperately wiggles her ass. She thrashes to escape, but the orc's iron grip holding her aloft won't budge.
"Krrrrgh!? Why♡♡ is it still going♡♡ why♡♡ won't it end♡ alreadyyyyyork!♡♡"
4 seconds. 5 seconds.
"Krrrrgh!! St-stop♡ stooop♡♡ Oooooork?! Oong♡ Oooooooork!♡♡"
Under the violent pleasure, Yuria feels her mind go blank white. She can't think of anything. No— the overwhelming ecstasy sharpens her mind to a razor's edge. Pleasure that should flood her whole body gets trapped at the severed stumps and rebounds intensified.
"Oork!! O♡ Oooo♡ Hya♡ Herrk♡ Herrgrrrk!!"
The peak bliss of orgasm doesn't end. When she cums on her own, she controls the intensity—right at the hardest, most rapturous moment, she tenses her body, stops her masturbating fingers, savors the perfect pleasure, and drowns in happiness. But this—this is pleasure verging on torture. What should be a suppressed moan, breasts heaving blissfully, stiff nipples tingling in ecstasy...
"Kroooooork♡♡ Ooooooo♡♡ Oooooooork?! Oork! O♡ Oo...♡ C-cum♡ Urk♡♡♡"
6 seconds. 7 seconds. She can't even scream anymore. No breath to exhale, none to inhale. Her abs clench to their limit, veins bulge on her neck. Her face twists grotesquely, and from her pussy gushes uncontrollable fluid. The tentacle's beam on her clit feels less like light and more like a scorching, high-pressure jet of water—infused with thousands, millions of tiny microbes stimulating every nerve. A woman's clit or a man's glans is so sensitive at peak that even a light stroke hurts. Now it's bombarded relentlessly with ecstasy. She wants to twist away, dodge it—the unwelcome pleasure assaults without cease.
"───────Krha! Hak! Ork! Heh! Hehek♡ Hehek♡ Ehhk♡ Ehhk!"
The beam finally cuts off, and Yuria gasps desperately for air. It ends just as blackout looms, and belatedly, yellow-tinted transparent fluid sprays from her crotch. Pshh♡ Pshh♡ The tentacle laps it up with evident delight. Even a holy saintess is fundamentally human. Piss is piss, no matter the source; squirted pussy juice is just that. No holy water here. The octopus tentacle before her grows further, drinking in mana and life force. High-quality vitality and—lacking for a saintess, but overwhelming compared to ordinary priests or mages—mana. The wall-clinging octopus swells even larger. It enlarges its body, sprouting additional tentacles in various shapes. One arm extends toward Yuria's womb. She watches it flash with magic.
"...........A curse spell? As if such lowly magic... kh♡ could work on me."
Demonic spells are useless against Saintess Yuria. The tentacles can't even touch her to begin with. Except for the clit. That's Yuria's judgment—but she's overlooked something. In her desperation, her stubbornly optimistic mindset blinds her to what she should have considered. The entity that teleported her limbs past her holy protection? The octopus tentacle. A hellish tentacle. It's the first such foe Saintess Yuria has faced—and in this situation, it can essentially devour, rend, and savor her without limit. The tentacle will shatter the virginity ward on Yuria, demolish the goddess's holy protection. Impregnate her. Bombard every mana core in her body with pleasure, drain her mana and life force to the brink. Yuria's long defeat has only just begun.
Desert region west of the Holy Kingdom. The frontier edge expanding via railroads. Poor security due to bandits and various subhuman races. Centered around the corpse of a giant earthworm beetle, surviving demonic minions and assorted subhumans have gathered.
The succubus's magic tower. Prototype for hellish buildings—a colossal lifeform. Modified versions can shapeshift to mimic real architecture, creating internal spaces fit for higher beings. Dead specimens emit fishy stench and thick gas. Perceived as foul odor, but harmless to the body.