Chapter 18
The next day the elders gathered once more at the tentacle box to check on her condition. Inside, the tentacles had grown even larger overnight, now packing every last inch of the container with no empty space left.
Titania, by contrast, had been shoved hard against the glass walls by the writhing mass, her vacant eyes twitching faintly. Her once-beautiful body was now completely coated in glistening tentacle slime, her full breasts leaking milk. The various modifications the tentacles had forced upon her had turned the queen into a vulgar, lewd figure—but most striking of all was her belly, swollen as if she were heavily pregnant.
Satisfied with the filthy spectacle, they opened the box. The moment the lid lifted, the concentrated sexual stench that had been sealed inside the glass container burst free, and the explosively proliferating swarm of tentacles came pouring out. Even the unconscious queen joined the eruption, expelling tiny tentacle fragments from her pussy.
Schlorp-schlorp-schlorp—
"Ughiiiieeeeh♡"
The tentacle pieces that had been growing inside her womb spilled out, their bodies saturated with the World Tree’s mana. On the way they did not forget to knead every sensitive spot along her vaginal walls, forcing her to squirt. The fragments, thickly coated in Titania’s love juices, writhed at the elders’ feet and filled the air with a lewd reek.
Elder Even picked one up and spoke.
"All we have to do is release these along the outer edges of the forest. They’re already brimming with the same mana wavelength as the World Tree, and the distinctive elf scent will draw the monsters in."
"But won’t such tiny beasts die almost immediately?"
"No need to worry. The tentacles feed on the mana and sexual fluids of nearby females. Once they exceed a certain size, like now, they simply sever pieces of themselves, scatter them, and die."
"Haha, so they’ll grow on the queen’s juices that are already smeared everywhere, then perish right around the time the monsters flock in and start fighting each other."
Schlorp-schlorp, squelch-squelch♡ squelch♡
"Nnghyaaaaah♡♡ Stop♡ Please♡ Spare me♡♡"
While the elders discussed the new applications for the tentacles, the creature finished tidying its dead tissue and began ravaging the queen’s emptied body all over again. Her wretched screams and moans rang out, yet the elders paid them not the slightest attention and continued their conversation.
"So when those fragments die, we simply send out new ones?"
"Exactly. They were purpose-built with a precise life cycle from the start. However, if they absorb more than the feed the queen provides—especially from other females—they will grow somewhat larger."
"I heard the Empire already tested that with Elysia. It grew enormous, swallowed her whole, and tormented her while sucking out her juices…"
"Even so, they still die once their allotted lifespan ends. We can deploy them in the field right away."
After lengthy deliberation the elders decided to release the tentacles. Throughout their discussion the queen begged and struggled to escape the box, but the elders merely confirmed that her mind had not broken quite as thoroughly this time, then closed the lid and left.
Meanwhile, four days after the hero’s rescue, the rescue party advanced slowly but steadily until they reached the outer fringe of the Elf Forest. The hero was still spewing love juices and thrashing in continuous climax, yet everyone had grown so used to the sight that only Erwen still paid her any real attention.
"…Just hold on a little longer and you’ll get proper treatment. Hang in there, Kanna."
"Nnghhooooh♡♡ Clit♡ Orgasm switch♡♡ Stooop♡♡"
The hero desperately advertised her own broken state, but the pure Erwen, who had never undergone such filthy training, could not understand a single word. Fidgeting with worry, she kept ordering recovery magic so the hero would not collapse from exhaustion; the hero, unable even to faint, simply kept squirting.
While the hero’s condition worsened by the day, the party that had entered the forest’s edge no longer fretted about the Empire and began to pick up speed. Monsters that targeted the World Tree did appear deeper inside, but that was an interior problem. No elves lived on the periphery, the World Tree’s mana was faint, and no truly dangerous beasts nested there. Judging that this time would be no different, the rescue party lowered their guard and raced onward.
Schlorp—
Behind them, a single monster was silently closing the distance. It was a tentacle that fed on the love juices the hero continually sprayed, creeping closer little by little. The only person in the party capable of detecting such stealthy movement was Erwen, yet every ounce of her attention was fixed on the suffering hero; she noticed nothing. The tentacle continued to drink the hero’s overflowing mana and grew, bit by bit.
The first real incident struck that evening. After a grueling march everyone had dropped their guard to rest when one of the female elves who should have returned from watch failed to reappear. Erwen hastily scanned the surrounding sounds, but all she heard was someone drinking water by a stream.
"There’s something by the water. Just in case, pick a scouting team, check the stream, and come straight back. I’ll stay here and guard Kanna."
"Then we’ll search in groups of three and return. If anything happens we’ll fire a signal arrow—please come running at once."
Erwen briefly considered whether she, the strongest among them, ought to go herself, but protecting the hero was the absolute priority right now. Unless they were unlucky enough to meet some enormous beast that had wandered off course, the outer forest posed little real threat; she formed the scouting party a little too casually.
A short while later the scouts reached the stream Erwen had indicated, only to find nothing but a trail of slimy mucus leading away. After a careful look around they set off again, following the vanished elf’s traces.
The moment they disappeared, a massive cluster of tentacles—far larger than the earlier ones—slowly rose from the water. The mass was grotesquely swollen, as though cradling something inside; a woman’s screams echoed within, yet the tentacles wrapped her so completely that not a sound escaped.
Schlorp, schlorp—
"Uwaah♡ What are you smearing on my pussy♡♡♡ Oh god♡"
Thrust—
"Nnghahk♡ Ogoooh♡♡"
Following the methods it had learned from its superior specimen, the tentacle was already training its prey by stabbing every standard weak point of an elf woman. High-quality mana flowed out with her love juices, yet the creature, still remembering the hero’s mana it had absorbed earlier, tormented its catch even more mercilessly.
Thrust, thrust, thrust—
"Ahiieeeeh♡♡ I can’t…♡ I can’t take any more in my pussy♡♡"
Schlorp—pop—
Fine tentacles burrowed into the pleading woman’s skull and began rewriting the screaming mind within.
"Aaah♡ This♡ I can’t do something like this♡♡♡"
The tentacle’s commands reached her through her brain, yet she resisted fiercely against the order to betray her comrades. The creature, however, had already learned how to persuade such bitches. Thick cock-tentacles sprouted one after another and slammed into both of her desperately resisting holes.
"Nngheh?♡♡"
Schlorp-schlorp—crack—
An explosion of pleasure so intense her thoughts could not keep up; the tentacle showed no mercy, twitching the fine tendrils to force her awake.
"Aaaaaaaaah♡♡♡♡"
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch—
Violent pistoning wrecked her pussy and ass, battering her womb from both sides until her resistance melted away with ease. Her brain, emptied by the overwhelming pleasure, diligently recorded every command the fine tentacles dictated.
"Ah… Yes, I am Tentacle-sama’s meat slave. Every action I take exists solely to offer food to Tentacle-sama…"
Psssshaaah—
While her upper face remained blank as she recited the words, below she violently sprayed pussy juices in climax, then collapsed under the shock of orgasm. Even so, the tentacle’s orders mattered more than her fallen body; she continued to repeat the commands while lying broken.
"Yes… From now on I will erase every trace of myself and return to the rescue party…"
"Yes… I will capture the useless-pussy hero…"
"I will lure the breast-monster bitch who interferes into a trap…"
As if praising her, the tentacle pierced her clitoris and fitted a small tentacle piercing. Then it carefully washed her body clean at the water’s edge and vanished into the darkness.
The scouting party found the missing elf only several tens of minutes later. She claimed she had spotted monster traces while on watch, tracked them down, and slain the creature; the dead beast had sprayed sticky mucus, so she had been late returning because she washed at the stream.
Thank goodness. It was nothing serious after all.
Erwen decided her worries had been over nothing and let the matter drop. Better still, from that moment the elf seemed to sympathize with the hero who kept spraying sticky love juices; she began helping Erwen care for Kanna.
Grateful, Erwen left the nursing to her and resumed the scouting she had been unable to perform while tending the hero.