Quadruple-Amputee Saintess Yuria
A crimson glow ripples from the tentacle's arm, and energy shoots toward Yuria like an arrow. She flinches, curling in on herself. Even for her, after all the hits she's taken so far, she can't help but tense up.
"........."
Yuria pants heavily, waiting. Her body is protected as a saintess, but her clitoris isn't. She has no idea when the impact might come.
"......Huh?"
But nothing happens. Was it a spell to inflict an abnormal status? If so, it has no effect on her whatsoever. Of course it wouldn't. Yuria lets out a tiny sigh of relief. Even if she gets battered and her anus pierced by cocks, she can still protect her virginity. She can safeguard her chastity. She can remain a saintess.
That's when it hits—thump.
"Hah—?!"
Her womb. It feels like something heavy drops inside with a thud. A sticky, slimy, repulsive creature implants itself in her body, sending a sickening sensation through her. A chill runs up Yuria's spine. No way. That can't be.
"This.... No way....."
Thump.
"Kuh—?! Hah. Haaahhn♡!!"
Something like a tentacle proliferates inside her womb, its bumpy protrusions stroking the walls. Pleasure and pain crash over her at once from the shock—and from the impossibility of it all—turning Yuria's face deathly pale.
"No, no wayyy♡"
It hasn't been long since she was blasted with that pleasure ray focused on her clitoris. Her body is already so hypersensitive she can barely hold herself together, and now this ecstasy comes crashing in.
"No wayyy♡♡ Ahk! Eek!♡♡♡"
She should still be a virgin, yet tentacles are multiplying inside her womb. There's no other explanation. An absurd "virgin birth" is happening inside Yuria's body.
"What♡♡ Eek!?♡♡"
Yuria senses the crisis. Her guardian magic wields absolute power against monsters. And for her virgin chastity magic to be broken? Impossible.
"Kuhk?! Get iiiit out—?! ♡♡Kk! It's growing, growing, in—?"
But if it's not from the outside... if it's from within. Even the sturdiest fortress crumbles when attacked from the inside.
"This, so faaaast♡♡ What♡ did you dooo~?!!♡♡"
Flailing her severed limb stumps does nothing. But perhaps even that annoys it—the tentacle fires another laser packed with pleasure energy, and Yuria climaxes pathetically. The ecstasy is fiercer than any masturbation she's ever known, like her brain cells are burning away.
She'd sometimes fantasized—very occasionally—about losing to monsters or human bandits and getting raped. It made for perfect jerk-off fodder. But she'd never dreamed she'd actually lose. And she'd never imagined a defeat this filthy, far beyond her wildest fantasies.
"Krooooh?! Ooooh♡♡ Uk♡♡ Stop! Stooop♡♡ pleeease♡♡"
Begging spills from her lips unbidden, but the tentacle can't understand. Still, she can't stop crying out for mercy.
Me, begging for mercy like thiiiis♡♡
Yuria's composure shattered long ago, thanks to whatever's growing in her womb—tentacle spawn, she assumes. If it escapes through her pussy... everything will break. She'll lose her qualifications.
She twists her body with all her might, desperate to escape.
"Kuhk! Kkuk! Hik! Hiiihhn!!♡♡"
It's hopeless. And infuriating. Why does the sacred goddess's blessing only protect her outer skin? Why has Yuria's womb—something that should never be invaded—been breached?
"Nooo♡♡♡ Nooooo♡♡♡ Kkuk! Kehk?!♡"
Her belly grows heavy, the foul sensation making her vomit. Half-dissolved orc semen spills from Yuria's mouth with her stomach acid, trickling down her voluptuous breasts.
"Impossible♡♡ to♡♡ happen♡♡"
The laser stopped ages ago, but her clitoris—swollen to the size of a knuckle—delivers massive pleasure from the slightest touch. Her belly swells further. The most sacred part of Yuria is spawning a horrific demonic spawn.
"Nooooo♡♡ Mi, miscarry♡ I need to miscarry♡♡♡ Kuhiiih?! Eek! Kk! Don't, stroke it thaaat♡♡"
The octopus tentacle strokes her clitoris with its fine, bumpy arm—shlick♡ shlick♡—and Yuria convulses her abs, squirting pussy juice. The intense pleasure forces strength into her limbs, locking her muscles rigid.
"Kuhk! Kek! Uk♡ Uh, ukuuuuhhn!!"
It strokes the clitoral skin. The orc holding her, bored, licks her cheek with its tongue. The rough, fishy saliva stench fills her nose, but Yuria has no attention to spare. Not all clitorises are equal. The swollen tip of her bloated clit is the most sensitive—and painful. The broad expanse buzzes her bladder and urethra with every touch—zzzt♡—numbing the muscles around them with forced spasms and pleasure.
Deepest of all lies the clitoral nerves, rooted where pleasure originates from inside her pussy—a hypersensitive nexus tied to her mana, a forbidden sanctuary she could never touch. But defenseless as she is—especially against hellish tentacles—it's fair game.
"Hukiiiiihhn♡♡♡♡!! Hoo♡♡ Huk♡♡♡"
Yuria's clitoris is encased in a box of flesh; from her view, only the skin is visible. But she senses it instinctively: the deep root inside is being stimulated. Like pressing a "pleasure button." Poke—and she climaxes. Horrific ecstasy floods her. The tentacles inside wriggle and rotate against the root in her clit-box. It's just a tiny meat box, offering no protection—just raw pleasure.
"Huk! Eek♡ Eek♡"
Yuria realizes her past masturbation was nothing. She lets out a half-sobbing moan, overwhelmed by the pain so far, the injustice of this humiliation, the mind-melting pleasure, and the tentacle still growing in her womb. Tears she's never shed before stream down her face.
"Kek♡♡ Eek♡♡ Nooo♡♡!!♡♡"
At least a miscarriage. Kill the tentacle inside. But she has no way. She knows abortion spells, but never learned them—never thought she'd need to. Even if she had, she couldn't cast now.
Shlick♡ shlick♡ Her clit's root and skin are stimulated simultaneously. Breathless, Yuria gurgles, drool and tears flowing as she accepts the pleasure. Electric currents from her clit spread, tickling her whole body. Unreleased ecstasy circles endlessly. Her body burns; incomplete pleasure floods her armpits, breasts, navel, ass, neck—everywhere.
"Gulk♡ Kek! Uup, uuweeeek!!! Ek! Eek!! Uk♡ Uk!!♡"
She feels the repulsive lifeform pulsing in her womb. Does it even need fertilization? It's growing so fast.
No. No. No. No no no no no no!!
Yuria hears something shatter deep in her womb. Her chastity guardian magic is breaking. Her virginity is breaking. Whether invaded from outside or breached from within, her mana repository—the dirtiest life-bearing place—is defiled. Once she's no longer a virgin—not even a political marriage, but to a hell-beast—her guardian magic vanishes.
It's agony now; losing protection would mean her clitoris isn't the only hole raped. Every orifice violated. Every female-defining body part toyed with.
Squelch! Rip! Crunch!
"Kuuuuuhn?! It hurts?! Kuhk! Kuhk! Hoo, hoo! Uh, ───────Kyaaaaaaaah?!"
She feels the creature from her womb push through her cervix into her vagina. Nails hammering her belly from inside. Even amid this, the clit stimulation doesn't stop. Pain and pleasure—opposites—collide, and Yuria's endless tears flow.
"Kiiiiiik?! Uk♡♡ H♡ur♡♡tsaaah!!♡♡ Sto, p!!♡♡ It, hu♡♡rts♡♡"
It hurts. So painful. Feels good. But the pleasure hurts. Makes breathing hard. It strokes her clit again, vibrates the walls to tease the root. More pleasure. Climax. Birth. Abdominal and headache pains whirl, repeating for minutes. Her deepest nerves stabbed by steel thorns. The clit caresses hurt too—like raw, skinned flesh being stroked.
"Kuhk!! Krooooh!! Uk!! .................Ah?"
Crackle.
Feeling the saintess's blessing fade, Yuria stares with dead eyes. It's over. Done. She gazes at the multi-armed tentacle emerging from her pussy, rabbit-sized. Wrinkled and soaked, it's revolting—impossible to believe it came from her.
Having birthed a monster, Yuria has no more saintess blessings. The sacred protections that shielded her are gone. Only her utterly defenseless flesh remains.
The massive octopus tentacle extends dozens of arms. To completely crush the limbless, unresisting Yuria—and turn her into nourishment for itself.