The Naked Dogeza of Submission
Morning came, and she returned on her own two feet, covered head to toe in Blasphemies. "Hah... damn it... haa... stop... stop shoving them in already......" she muttered in feeble protest as she shuffled along, only to lock eyes with Praga preparing breakfast and Tia.
"Beth! Where've you been?"
Beth averted her gaze from Tia, looking mortified.
"Tia was worried about you."
Squelch♡squelch squelch squelch squelch♡ "Ngh, ohoot......"
The two of them treated the sight of Beth's pussy getting live-peeled with perfect nonchalance.
"Beth?"
"Ah....... j-just... t-took a w-walk."
Beth knew even as she said it that it was the lamest excuse ever and couldn't bring herself to look up.
Tia beamed at her. "A pussy walk♡ Thanks for looking after our babies."
"Eh? Wha? P-pussy, what?"
"Pussy. Walk."
Beth glanced away and played along. "Y-yeah. Right. Pussy walk.... haha...."
"It feels even better like this." Tia demonstrated right in front of her, spreading her legs wide to the sides, arms back to expose her armpits, staring at Beth like your turn.
"......"
Beth stopped thinking and copied her.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch.
Of course, I was insanely turned on and went to town on her spread-wide pussy. How the hell do you hold back from this!
"Oh.... ohoot!!"
"How's that? Deep enough?"
"Ah.... ahak... Pussy feels so good. Pussy's cumming again!"
Splurt splurt splurt!!
Beth rolled her eyes back in nonstop orgasms.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch!
"Ooh, ohoot. No running... I won't run again...! Forgive me, forgive meee♡"
"You said it was a walk. So you were running away?"
Tia planted a hand on her hip and gave Beth a stern look.
Beth already had her head thrown back, splurt splurt-ing orgasm juice everywhere in a daze.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch!!
"Didn't know... pussy could feel like this... didn't know pussy squeezes so tight!"
"Reflect on it while taking a creampie in that pussy, Beth."
"I'll reflect. Creampie my pussy.... creampie my reflecting pussy♡"
I heard that loud and clear—Beth's true feelings♡ I pressed tight against her asshole and pussy alike, then blasted thick semen straight into her womb...!!
Spluuuurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
"Ah.... ahiiiit...!"
Spluuuurt. Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!!! Ahh... creampieing a warrior woman's pussy...!! Thick, stinky semen completely claimed Beth's womb.
Beth lolled her tongue out in an ahegao daze, lost in the intense afterglow and unable to pull away.
"Oook.... huuut......"
A little later, I had all three of my bred bitches lined up in front of me. Busty country girl Praga. Huge-ass priestess Tia. Toned body with killer abs, ponytail fighter Beth. All buck naked. Just looking at them filled my heart with riches.
The other two, excluding Beth, showed no qualms about baring their nipples in front of me anymore. Tia even arched her back to thrust out her tits like look at these. Killer posture too.
To celebrate breeding them all, I ran some fun experiments. It started from a simple question: What happens if a reproductive creature like Blasphemy has sex with a different motherboard? Would it produce the same tentacle monster type? Perfect timing since I'd knocked up Beth—results in a few days.
"Nng, nnngohoot♡ Come out.... so many babies coming out...!"
"Hang in there, Beth! Three more to go!"
Beth birthed the Blasphemies. They were tentacle creatures born from using Tia as a motherboard, but implanting them in Beth revealed new variations.
"These have different colors?"
Tia lifted one of the Blasphemies Beth had labored to birth. Some were born with rough gray skin like mine, while others were straight-up purple like they were laced with poison.
Variants—I figured rare specimens like these emerge from the second generation onward when mating with a different female instead of the original mother. Out of all the Blasphemies Beth popped out, only two qualified. Gotta be low probability.
So, borrowing another motherboard's womb means you can't produce her specific tentacle type, but you get a shot at rares instead. No clue on differences from the originals yet. The tentacle sense connection was the same, though.... For now, let's call 'em pure Blasphemies and variant Blasphemies.
I linked with the two Blasphemies and latched them onto Tia and Praga's tits.
Squish!
"Ah."
"Eut...."
To guzzle their milk, obviously. Praga and Tia had gotten used to feeding monster spawn and meekly offered their breasts.
[Nutrition +6]
[Nutrition +8]
Slurp slurp. Delicious.
Tentacle creatures without a tentacle sense link lack intelligence and run on instinct alone. They even repeat my last command.
Blasphemy was my first combat-type tentacle creature. I used sturdy Younghee as a sandbag to closely test how control worked. The best was direct link. Basically me possessing the creature. That's what I did during sex with Beth and while sucking milk. Wanted to taste it myself. Possession lets me feel their senses too. Movement improves, complex missions possible—but scaling up strains my brain like it's gonna explode.
Next was command. Issue orders via tentacle sense for repeating specific actions. Can't handle anything too complex. Like commanding a smart dog, but a notch below. Simple stuff like "bite the arm," "stick to the leg," "do piston motion" works fine. But "grab that running long-haired woman," "react to opponent's specific move," or "wait 30 minutes then attack"? Nope—anything needing situational judgment fails.
Last was neglect—hand everything to the creature's autonomy. Or standby. Total hands-off. Most of my tentacle critters are like this. No signal from me, and they won't aggressively hunt women; they go power-save mode, super passive. But traps like Flesh Incarnation function fine neglected since they run on simple triggers like "stepped on." Blasphemy? Just wriggles if you step on it.
"Good work, Younghee."
"Churruk!"
The experiments showed Blasphemies react great to "stick to something" commands. Probably instinct. In the right spot, they put on killer shows too—like shoving cocks in or spewing high-acidity digestive juices....
"Meal's ready—come back."
Tia and Praga had set the table. Beth helped before birth, but they made her rest, saying the other two needed to chill. Postpartum care's important, yeah.
"......"
Wait. Felt eyes on me. No eyes, though.
Beth had started turning her head shyly a lot more. Haha. Cute reaction I'd never have dreamed of at our first meeting. No escape vibes anymore either. They were adapting to forest life with a tentacle monster, each in their own way.
I'd grown lenient with their cuteness too, granting a bit of free time now and then. They'd chat, wash up, hit the bathroom, gather and sort supplies—traces of human life popping up bit by bit.
Still, can't do much about lacking necessities. I'm a monster, so fine, but maybe time to expand territory. Fantasizing a happy future with my big-ass beauties? Natural male instinct.
......They probably couldn't imagine I was seriously plotting our future.
Huh...? Tia just smiled at me. Adorable. Only she flashes smiles that mesmerize me like that. Her affection hits like a truck.
Corruption doesn't look the same on everyone—just like personalities differ. Tia's super devoted. Any human guy monopolizing her love would've been over the moon. Fate's prank made it a non-human like me, though.
"We'll attack the village soon."
"Our family'll grow."
Tia meshed with me great. The other two looked sour.
"Attack and then... what?" Beth asked.
"Kill everyone except a few."
The "few" meant humans with utility by tentacle monster standards. Pretty bitches, basically. Even trash-tier ones had loot value. Holes are holes.
But the rest? All dead. All matters. One survivor spilling gory details changes human retaliation big time. Gotta be thorough.
"......"
Beth bit her lip, displeased. Crazy. Insane. Words like that mean jack to a monster.
"You three need to pop out way more babies from now on."
"Me, Tia, Praga... turn us into your baby factory?"
"Yes."
"No way!"
Beth couldn't hold back and yelled, stomping right up to me.
"What if something goes wrong and you die...! Then what?!"
Worried about me?
"That's why you gotta bear lots."
I soothed her by kneading those tits. Such a cutie. Blushes every time she lets her real feelings slip.
"Bearing lots is obvious♡ The important thing's you staying safe. You idiot."
Who knew Beth could get this passionate. Love bitches who show their true colors in crises.
I gave her a split-mouth smooch.
"Mmm.... haum.... slurp.... I'll focus on raising the four-legged ones."
Hmm. Tempting offer. Got plenty Blasphemies, but growth's uneven—want 'em adult-sized. Beth turning into dedicated dick-sock for them solves that.
"Deal."
"C'mon, kids."
The sunbathing Blasphemies leaped onto Beth's body.
Praga spoke up after watching for a bit.
"......Let Aness go."
"Huh?"
"She's only just twelve."
"Praga!"
Tia tried stopping her, probably thinking I'd rage-kill Praga.
But Praga pressed on. "I know you have mercy. Like when you let me go at first...!"
Yeah, I knew.
"Forgot what happened after?"
"Still, you're not just some monster!"
Praga clenched her fists, body trembling. "You understand others' pain...!!"
I wrapped a tentacle around Praga's neck.
Squeeze!
"Guhk! Euk.... kek...!!"
She thrashed. A bit more pressure snaps a human neck easy.
But I dialed it just right to choke her airway and said, "Why should I bust my ass saving your family?"
"Ugh.... kek...! Krrk...!"
"M-monster..."
"Not like Tia, sweetly serving me with love."
"Sweetly......"
Tia's cheeks flushed. Why're you the embarrassed one? Ruined the serious mood. Reset!
"You're just a victim snared by a vicious monster, right? Stay that way."
I let her go for now.
Praga dropped to her knees and slammed her forehead to the ground in dogeza.
"S-sorry!"