Millennial Desensitized Archmage Elf: Personality Excretion Ends Her Life♡ [Part 1] Glurk♡♡ Glurrrrk♡♡♡
".................This makes the third time."
Trapped inside the worm's body, Rin continues to receive injections of aphrodisiac. The drug soaks profusely into her skin, surging in through her anal hole. No matter how much they pour on, her inherently numb skin and near-nonexistent erogenous zones render it meaningless. The tentacles tickling her nipples, brushing her underboobs, or merely tapping her clit without penetrating her pussy—none of it matters. It's no different from twigs or pebbles bumping against her.
The tentacles that capture females absorb mana or life energy from them, using it to launch even stronger aphrodisiacs, stimulations, or spells. But if the captured woman doesn't provide mana in the first place (doesn't climax), the tentacles' options are severely limited. That's one reason Rin remains so relaxed. After all, once they expend all this aphrodisiac, they'll be spent. For a mid-tier magic beast, managing this much is already impressive.
"That said, it's been ten minutes already. Is Lena still not coming to rescue me?"
Something terrible couldn't have happened, right? Rin starts to worry. But no way. That strict Lena would never screw up. Lena's always been impeccably pure and the model student type. Especially since she despises pigs as filthy and avoids them entirely. She'll come any minute now, even if it's a bit late—another ten minutes at most.
Gloop♡ Gloop♡
"...........Hoo."
She feels her body heating up just a little, a tiny bit. Is it the warmth? The worm's interior is hot and humid. Rin glances at the tentacles alternately shoving aphrodisiac into her ass. Though her chastity protection spell blocks anything from reaching deep into her rectum from the outside, the hot drug churns wildly within.
"Really... isn't this way too much?"
To expel the pale pink aphrodisiac filling her rectum, Rin tenses her asshole, trying to fart it out. The foreign sensation naturally triggers her urge to defecate. But a tentacle immediately seals her anal entrance, thrusting in with a squelch♡ to plug it tight. No more expelling the drug.
Rin strains with her sphincter muscles alone to push the tentacle out.
"Nngh....! Nnggoooooh!!"
But it perfectly blocks her anus—her hole just twitches and bulges, refusing to budge. Out, out. Come on out. Overwhelmed by the massive urge to shit, Rin bears down on her asshole with all her might, but not a drop of aphrodisiac escapes. Shouldn't they at least let her shit? Well, technically it's not shit, just the drug. After repeatedly straining to defecate, Rin relaxes her body and sighs.
"Hah.... haa.....! Haa.... Whatever. You're really going all out to annoy me, but it's all pointless anyway, you know?!♡♡"
As she speaks, Rin shudders at the touch of a tentacle stroking her nipple.
'.......Huh? Did my body just... feel that?'
Impossible. No matter how much aphrodisiac they douse her with, Rin—in her sexually regressed state—can't feel a thing. But if that's true, what was that sensation just now? She can't figure it out. As long as her core stays protected, shoving aphrodisiac up her ass changes nothing. So it must be her imagination, or just a tickle. Rin has no choice but to conclude that.
Whether Rin panics or not, the tentacles begin stimulating her relentlessly. A thin, slender one wriggles right in front of her eyes. She stares at it with faint bewilderment.
"Hyah?... W-Wait....."
Ignoring her words, the tentacles start caressing her suspended breasts. Not roughly—they brush ever so lightly, almost grazing her underboobs.
"........Ngh, nng...?♡"
Rin lets out a soft moan. It's subtly ticklish. The tentacle keeps teasing her underboobs like that, over and over, tantalizingly.
"Haaah?! S-Stop, that tickles!"
She squirms and protests, but the tentacles gripping her limbs won't let go. They continue fluttering lightly, tapping her breasts.
".........Mmm♡ ngh♡ hoo♡ hoooh..♡"
After stroking her underboobs for a while, the tentacle shifts to the crease where her breasts meet her belly. It traces the line of that long-folded wrinkle oh-so-gently. While stroking, it lifts and releases her breasts repeatedly. It hoists up Rin's small tits. Gravity pulls her modest chest downward, but it lifts them with a snap. Not large to begin with, they still have their own weight.
"Wait....... my breasts.........♡"
'Lifting my tits like slabs of meat.....♡'
A stronger wave of humiliation hits her than when the tentacles aggressively sucked her clit and nipples earlier. Normally, such sexual harassment from tentacles wouldn't faze her. Something feels off. Then the tentacle lets go with a thwack.
".........Ngh....?!♡♡"
Right before her eyes, her unsupported breasts drop. Plop♡. Blood rushes in all at once from her lifted state. A thrilling tingle spreads from deep inside as if her breasts are flushing with blood. Her relaxed Cooper's ligaments suddenly strain, jiggling wildly. Then gravity makes them swing forward and back repeatedly. Each jiggle♡ jiggle♡ jiggle♡ tugs her breast ligaments, sending sensations between sharp pain and pleasure. It concentrates every feeling to her nipple tips, and Rin experiences an electric thrill. She feels her nipples slowly hardening.
"...............♡"
Meanwhile, the aphrodisiac packed in her rectum sloshes around inside. She feels a powerful urge to defecate, but with her anal entrance firmly plugged by tentacle, she can't even fart, let alone expel it. At least the fading excretion urge is some comfort as she eyes the tentacle before her.
"........Th-This.....♡ with mere tickling..........you think you can do anything to......ahh?!♡"
This time, the tentacle strokes her sideboob. Slick with aphrodisiac, it brushes so close yet not quite touching. A spot rarely even touched herself. Being groped there by another—it's been centuries, or maybe never since birth; utterly alien. The tentacle slowly caresses her sideboob, then heads to her armpit. It probes the hollow stickily, then sweeps down toward her ribs.
"Ahh...! Ahahaha!♡ S-Stop♡ stooop♡ tiiickles♡♡"
Rin trembles. She can't tell if it's tickling or pleasure as her body shakes. She flails her limbs wildly, but a magicless mage can do nothing. The tentacle tip from her sideboob creeps toward her stiff, aroused nipple. Rin swallows dryly without thinking. Finally, finally the nipple. After all the teasing and tickling, her nipples stand erect and hard; deep down, she craves the touch.
Swipe, sweeep...♡
"......Huh?"
But it doesn't touch. The tentacle deliberately dodges her stiff nipple, circling the red areola border.
"Ah.... ngh....?♡"
So close, yet not. The mucus heat grazes her nipple tip. But the itchiest spot goes unscratched. Her brain imagines the next stimulation on its own, clenching her nipples even harder. Near her ripe raspberry nipples, the bumpy areola protrudes. Even the areola swells hugely, supporting the erect tips. Overly textured bumps. Just a light tap♡ tap♡ from the tentacle sends stimulation surging through her.
"Ohng....♡ ngh..........!!♡"
Rin squeezes her eyes shut and cranes her neck stiffly, forcibly ignoring the sensation. The tentacle teases without touching the nipple, blatantly taunting her. She grits her teeth. Heat rising from her rectum mixes with the maddening itch circling her breast skin. Unconsciously, she thrusts her chest forward, aware of her slutty instinct begging for nipple contact—yet she desperately ignores it. It's just a tickle. Nothing but itchiness. She's merely craving a scratch for the irritation. Definitely not pleasure. She's been sexually regressed for ages. Convincing herself, Rin closes her eyes and endures. But closing them sharpens the sensations. The tentacle taps, strokes, circles her areola. Every texture on the bumpy ring feels vivid. After toying with her areola endlessly, the tentacle pulls back as if granting a break.
And the tentacle plugging her anal hole pops out of her ass with a pop♡. From her tightly sealed anus erupts a vulgar brrrpt♡♡ pffft♡ fart sound, releasing ultra-dense aphrodisiac gas from her rectum.
"Ohhh........!♡♡♡F-Finaaaally....!♡"
Holding so much aphrodisiac liquid in her rectum had been agony. Rin grins in ecstatic relief, thinking she can finally expel it. She tenses her sphincter to push out the drug. To void the rectal fullness, she strains with a grotesque, shitting face.
"Ugggghhhh!!"
Squelch! Pfffrrrrrrt♡♡♡♡ A grand noise erupts with lingering pale pink aphrodisiac fart, but no liquid emerges.
"......Eh?"
Even straining again yields the same. The tentacles had surely flooded her rectum with tons. Blocked by her mana line barrier from entering deeper, the liquid bloated her rectum agonizingly. So why won't it flow out her ass? It should've gushed the moment the plug withdrew. Then, where did all that rectal-filling aphrodisiac go?
The moment she wonders that, Rin feels her body thud drop.
"Wha.........?"
Her heart races. Skin burns hot, breaths grow ragged. Her genitals—especially nipples and clit—erect hypersensitively; pupils contract and dilate repeatedly. Her whole body ignites from within, exquisitely sensitive.
"Haa.........♡......Haa♡.....Haa....♡ Th-This....♡feels...weird....Haa.....Haaa...♡♡♡Hngk...♡ B-Brea...♡ breeeeath...!"
No way. No way. No way. No way. No way. It can't be. Impossible♡ Big trouble♡ Big trouble♡ Big trouble♡ Big trouble♡ Big trouble♡ Big trouble♡ Big trouble♡ Disasterrrr....!!♡ In that short time...♡ So short...♡ No....♡ No waaay....!♡♡
In that brief window, the aphrodisiac absorbed fully through her rectal mucosa. She can only conclude that. Liters of it, all into her rectum? She'd thought only a bit could enter. Even if absorbed, she shouldn't feel it. Was the aphrodisiac a different composition from normal?
"...........Oh♡♡ Ooo...♡! Ohng...♡ B-Body, my boooody....♡ So...hooot.....♡"
No time to think. No room for logical analysis. Even breathing torments, confuses, humiliates her. She feels it. Feels it. Feels it. Rin, who for centuries struggled to even feel tickles, let alone pleasure. Rin Navah, the millennial archmage. Feels the tentacles' full assault. Her body blazes hot. Skin scorches. Pussy and armpits reek with intense female musk. Her womb quivers, eager for breeding. Goosebumps ripple from within. Clit stands rigid; nipples hardened long ago. Areolas swell like hills; untouched, her nipples ache from stiffness.
Shaking in pleasure, Rin glances down at her pussy.
"Haa.........!♡♡ Haak......!!♡♡"
Not just wet—it's a flood. Vulva drenched in sticky pussy juice. Thick fluid drips endlessly.
"Haa.........♡..........Ah......♡I-I gotta...♡escape...♡"
She struggles, but can't move an inch. Even escaping here leads nowhere—this is inside the book. Rin's only option is waiting for Lena's rescue; no other escape. Realizing that, terror grips her. What if Lena truly doesn't come? What if something happened? If she must endure minutes, hours like this? Genuine fear she'd forgotten over nearly a millennium creeps up.
"...........Hah...?"
Before such a Rin, a tentacle waves happily. She stares blankly. It twitches, then suddenly smacks her nipple.
"─────NNGOOOOOOOOOOH?!♡♡♡♡"
In that instant, electric ecstasy explodes from her nipple tip. The current races from nipple to areola, milk ducts to spine, pussy, womb, soles. Like pressing a climax button—a mere flick sends her over the edge. Squirt♡ Squirrrt♡♡Rin sprays tidal juices, body convulsing. Bound limbs strain futilely against the pleasure.
'C-Cuuuumed....!♡ Cummed! I cummed! Impossible! Why? My pleasure organs regressed long ago...!'
Shuddering in aftershocks, Rin racks her brain. Regressed organs shouldn't respond to any stimulation, right?
'Skin barrier blocks tentacle saliva. Rectum too. Absorption minimal. But why absorb...? Disguised as my bodily fluids? Bypassed mana line core, heightening whole-body sensitivity? No, absurd. A mere tentacle couldn't manage that tech........Ah?'
Her pondering halts as she looks down. Tentacles in the worm's body lap up the pussy juice gushing from her.
"W-Wai...♡"
Rin's an archmage. Her mana rivals any elf mage. Quantity over quality, but immense. Ideal for a mage—yet to incubi, parasites, magic beasts, she's a walking mana factory. No climaxes before, so no issue. Now? A nipple flick makes her cum. Just touching her nipples. She squirts, convulses, squeals vulgarly. She's become that pathetic a bitch. And for lust beasts acquiring such a sloppy female, she's invincible prey. Ripe to ravage body and soul.
"............W-Wait♡ my words♡♡"
She mutters instinctively at approaching tentacles. They circle her nipples without pause, then smack♡ with slight force.
"Nngh?!♡♡ Oh, ohng♡♡♡─────!!♡Oh, oh, ooooo─────♡Oh,oh,ooo♡♡ ONGGOOOOH!!??♡♡"
Like before, heavy pleasure surges like lightning through her body, climaxing her. A light touch equals a whip crack to her. Shiver♡ shiver♡ Body quakes. Pussy unleashes shiiiit♡ like thick urine. 1 sec. 2. 3. 4. 5. ............12 sec. One nipple strike makes her spray for twelve seconds. Fuel for more tentacles. Rin trembles wordlessly twelve seconds, face flushing in shame.
"..........Ohooooooh.....♡♡ ....Wait....again....?♡♡ N-No...!♡ Forgive me♡ Nipples, no, nooo...!♡♡ N-No♡♡ Nipples no♡♡ No!! Nooooooooh!!!♡♡ Ongyaaaaaaaah?!♡♡♡♡"
Again the tentacle whips her nipple; Rin squeals like a sow and climaxes anew. Nipples again.
"Heek! Hook! Heek!!! Haa♡....Haaa.......♡♡ Haaa.......! Haa.... Wait....!♡"
After three total orgasms, Rin slumps her head, pussy squirting as her body shakes. Womb-throbbing pleasure scrambles her mind. Virgin-like, drool streams as she savors every bit undiluted. The tentacles recede, satisfied. Then new ones emerge from the worm's innards—tips sprouting long, fine fuzz like brushes, fur, or jellyfish tendrils. Hundreds, thousands wafting, oozing vivid red hyper-concentrated aphrodisiac.
"................................Ah."
Rin realizes upon seeing it. That'll utterly break her. Drip♡ drip♡ drip♡ Horrific, lewd sounds as scarlet goo plummets. By color, mana vibe, nose-searing scent—concentration over 200x previous. Poison to even original Rin. However it's used, worse torment awaits. Shoved up ass. Whipping sensitized breasts. Scraping clit. Trembling eyes fixed on it. Smaller tentacles sprout everywhere, mocking her fear, slowly closing in. Already limb-bound, finer ones add restraints: knees, thighs, calves, toes, fingers. Joints pried and locked. Spread eagle, every digit splayed. No thrashing allowed in pleasure. Torment, breeding, playtime begins.
A special lust beast from ancient times that induces personality excretion. Threat level: Unknown. Two or more tiers above the mid-level lust beast Rin imagines. Combat prowess unremarkable, specialized in incapacitation and targeting mages. Exceptionally intelligent, it lures women to climax hell and plummets them to ruin. Sly and high-IQ, favors feigning weakness before unleashing orgasmic abyss. Hellspawn. Has devoured countless mages and foolish bitches who opened forbidden tomes.