The Tentacle Onslaught Begins
The morning after the tentacle raid plan was set, Rotana Village buzzed with frantic activity. Women mended their husbands' worn leather armor, tightening the straps to ensure they wouldn't come loose. Households gathered usable gear for distribution, while the blacksmith forged sturdy longswords. Even powerless folk in a small village band together fiercely when forced to face monsters. Rotana was no exception.
"We brought more people from the neighboring village."
"Mr. Frindel! Rotton says they'll help us too!"
"Good."
With more people came greater food demands. An impromptu mess hall sprang up in the village, and everyone shared their rations.
"Dad, I wanna help too!"
"Aness!"
Seeing Aness in her apron, Frindel managed a bittersweet smile. Her willingness was admirable, but a child was best off playing without a care in the world.
I'll never lose anyone else again.
Frindel had lost his eldest daughter—a lovely girl who took after her late wife. If he could just find some trace of her, that would be wish enough. Perhaps the reason he hadn't broken yet was that he hadn't confirmed her death. The slim hope that she might still be alive kept him going.
The villagers pooled their strength to erect a sturdy wooden palisade around Rotana Village and doubled the patrol numbers. Frindel then gathered the swiftest runners and slowly expanded the search radius. Occasionally, they'd catch stray, dim-witted goblins or orcs that had wandered from their packs. The search proceeded with utmost caution.
Then, one night...
"Mr. Frindel!"
"Come outside and look!"
"What is it?"
"Dad!"
Was it a hallucination? Frindel could be forgiven for thinking so. Even he, her father, was starting to lose hope that his daughter was alive. And here she stood before him, healthier than ever.
"Praga, Praga!!"
"Dad, Dad...!"
If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake.
"Who would've thought the captain's daughter was still alive."
"It's been almost a month since she went missing, right?"
"Yeah, where the hell was she...?"
"Someone get her something to cover up!"
Praga had burst through the forest stark naked. The vigilantes, ready to strike at anything that moved, were understandably stunned by her voluptuous breasts and hips.
"...I'll never forget what I saw today."
"Bounce, bounce... Fucking incredible..."
"Weird. She looks way too fine for someone who's been missing."
"Yeah. Healthier than when she was in the village, even."
Praga didn't look like she'd been surviving in the wild. Her skin was flawless, without so much as a scratch. Her brown hair was neatly arranged, and her eyes sparkled with moisture, like a demoness tempting men to their doom.
"What happened to Praga?"
"...Maybe the goblins captured her."
"And they bathed her and fed her?"
"Heard of a woman found after three or four years in a goblin den."
"In your fantasies?"
"For real."
"Enough. Is that what matters now?"
"Right. She's back safe—that's what counts."
Frindel pulled his daughter into a tight embrace. Each time he did, the countless Flesh Incarnations lodged in her womb writhed.
"Mm.... Ohoot...♡"
"Praga?"
She hurriedly schooled her expression.
"Uh, yeah?"
"What the hell happened? Tell me."
"A monster captured me..."
"Any injuries? You hurt anywhere?"
Praga nodded.
"I escaped before things got worse, Dad. This place is dangerous. The monster's chasing me."
"Leave it to me. You go inside and rest."
"...Where's Aness?"
"Waiting at home. Go show her your face."
Frindel sent his daughter into the village and issued orders.
"Call in the guards from this sector! Prepare for enemy attack!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Think it'll chase Praga here?"
"Miss out on an ass like that? Hell yeah."
"Heh heh heh."
"Not the time for jokes. Get ready!"
"Yes, sir!"
While the vigilantes prepared for battle, Praga hurried to the village center. She welcomed the wriggling in her womb with calm delight. It felt as natural as a heartbeat. Surrendering to the waves of pleasure melted away all tension.
I did it, dear husband.
The Tentacle Monster and its spawn were one. The tiny larvae clinging to Praga's womb walls, feeding on her nutrients, were extensions of him. Every human in the village was now on his radar.
「Evacuate Aness if you want.」
That was the one promise her dear husband had made. He'd let Aness escape unharmed. In return, she had to cooperate with the village raid—no ulterior motives allowed. Right now, Praga held her precious baby room hostage. They might be meekly pleasuring their mother now, but they had teeth that could chew meat, and all the Tentacle Monster's motherboards knew it.
Of course, Praga had no intention of defying her husband's will.
"Aness!"
"Sis?"
Aness was huddled on the first floor, clutching Brittany—her favorite clown doll.
"Sis, you okay?"
"Aness... Listen up!"
Wriggle, wriggle. Praga's eyes glazed slightly from the larvae crawling in her womb.
"Nnghooot..."
Not now, dear husband...
"Sis?"
"S-sorry. Don't mind it..."
"What happened?"
"No time for that. You need to run from the village, Aness."
"From the village?"
"Hurry!"
Praga led her sister to the village outskirts, panting heavily.
"Sis, you're barefoot... Doesn't it hurt...?"
"Aness, just think about heading straight out from here. Run till you reach a city."
"But Dad's here, and all the strong uncles! Even if monsters attack, we're fine now, sis!"
"No!"
The Tentacle Monster heard everything—through the larvae crawling in Praga's pussy. Knowing this, she fretted that her sister might say something to upset him.
"Aness, go to the kingdom and survive, no matter what."
"Sis, what happened in the forest? What did the monster do to you?"
Praga flinched. A child's intuition could cut sharper than expected sometimes. Seeing her sister's face, Aness gripped her hand tightly instead.
"What happened? Tell me everything, sis."
"......"
"Bad monster...! I won't forgive it!"
Praga squeezed her eyes shut.
"Please, just do as sis says, Aness."
There was no explaining it. What she'd endured, how things stood now. She couldn't tell her innocent little sister, and even if she did, nothing would change.
"You're still too young. Until you're old enough to choose your own path... you need protection."
"I wanna stay with you and Dad. Why do we have to split up?"
Aness burst into tears. Praga sobbed right along with her.
"Sorry, Aness. Because sis's body ended up like this..."
"Sis? What do you mean?"
"I don't want you ruined beyond saving... So go far away. Okay? You'll do that for sis?"
Aness could only nod at Praga's desperate plea.
"Okay..."
"I love you, Aness. No matter what happens to me, I love you, Dad, and Mom."
"Sis, I... I love you too."
"Go! Don't look back!"
No sooner had Praga sent Aness off than the Tentacle Monster's assault began.
"What the hell are these things?!"
"They're coming from the sides too!"
The monsters that appeared before the vigilantes were red dogs all over. They looked like dogs at a glance, but felt utterly alien. Their eyes were pitch black, tentacles protruding from their mouths instead of tongues. More sprouted between their legs. Half their bodies were slick mucus instead of fur, gill-like slits heaving with every breath.
"Dogs...?"
"No... Something in the shape of dogs."
Hideous. Utterly hideous. The vigilantes froze before the abominations.
"Weapons up! Don't let a single one through!"
The dogs stood motionless, as if awaiting a signal. Then...
「Begin.」
"Kyaaah!"
"Monsters inside!"
The dogs infiltrated the village. Their entry points varied, but all exploited weak spots in the defenses. The moment Frindel concentrated his forces in one place, they struck like they'd been waiting.
Damn it!
Everyone paled. The timing was too perfect to be coincidence—fatally so.
"Mr. Frindel!"
"Rotton, get everyone inside! We'll hold here!"
"Yes, sir!"
The tentacle dogs were already raping the village's young women. They'd knock them down with brute force, shove tongue-tentacles into their mouths to inject paralyzing fluid, then ram cocks into the helpless pussies, pistoning wildly like they were fluffing dough.
"Nooo!!!"
"Aaaah!"
"What the fuck is that?!"
"Kill 'em all!"
Frindel felled the incoming tentacle dogs one by one with his sword. The intense energy infused in his blade came from the skill Strong Sword—a reliable, common attack skill, if not overwhelmingly powerful. But honed over long years into a seasoned edge, even this basic technique could cleave a tentacle dog's body in two.
Slash!!
"They're numerous, but we can kill 'em! Take 'em down one at a time!"
"Yes, sir!"
The tentacle dogs were agile, but not overwhelmingly threatening in raw combat power. Buoyed by Frindel's prowess, the men swung their swords and methodically cut them down.
"Rangl, this side's fine—check inside!"
"Got it!"
The village was already a scene of horror, with women wailing in agony. The tentacle dogs excelled at hunting females. Women fleeing every which way were soon caught from behind and forcibly penetrated. Cock-tentacles slithered nimbly under skirts and panties to plunder pussies.
"You... you...! Aaaah...!"
Rangl's wife (bobbed hair, C-cup, one daughter, 38) lay pinned and getting fucked. Splurt! Spluuurt! Splurt!! The tentacle dog had already scoured her pussy thoroughly and now finished with a creampie.
"Get off!!"
Rangl swung his sword with all his might, decapitating the dog ravaging his wife's pussy. Relief was short-lived. Even headless, it kept thrusting into her.
Stab-stab-stab-stab.
Splurt. Splurt. Spluuurt!
"Get off! I said get off!"
"Run, honey... Ah... Hnngh...!"
"Goddamn it! Fuck, God!"
"Mr. Rangl, danger!"
Tentacle dogs swarmed. Surrounded, his wife endured a tentacle cock gangbang. They crammed into every hole—ass, mouth, pussy—with uncanny precision. The idle ones battered her body with cocks, demanding a good hole pronto.
Rangl stared in horror at the same scenes unfolding everywhere.
There are too many...!