Chapter 87. The Descent of the Lust Demon Belial
The Descent of the Lust Demon Belial
In the depths of a lightless cavern,
The stench of blood, decay, and the thick mingling of semen and arousal choked the air.
At the heart of that darkness,
A monster that had long abandoned human form sat upon a grotesque throne of bone and flesh.
[Dark Mage Belial]
Taking the shape of a demon, he flexed the dozen violet tentacles sprouting from his back like serpents.
"Haa... haa... ugh...!"
A woman hung suspended in the air before Belial.
A single tentacle coiled around her waist, holding her aloft, while another—thick and slick—forced her thighs apart into an M-shape,
its tip ruthlessly plunging deep into her pussy.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, slurp, sluuurp.
"Ahh... ahh... ugh..."
"Good... very good. Such fresh Yin energy."
Belial closed his eyes, savoring the life force seeping from her womb.
The tentacle buried inside her was no ordinary appendage.
Its surface was studded with jagged protrusions, scraping against every fold of her vaginal walls,
while its swollen tip hammered against her cervix like a battering ram.
Squelch! Splorch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Ahh!... Aah!... Ugh... so good..."
The woman writhed between agony and ecstasy.
With every thrust, the tentacle forced her open, its suction draining her Yin energy as it ravaged her insides.
Her mind already half-gone,
she had forgotten she was being devoured by a monster, her hips bucking like an animal as she tried to swallow it deeper.
The tentacle's barbs flared, raking her inner walls.
Schlick! Squelch! Squelch! Schlick! Thrust! Thrust!
"Ahh! Ah! Ugh! Aah! Hnnngh...!"
Splurt—
Pain and pleasure pushed past her limit. Her body convulsed as she pissed herself, yellow urine dribbling down the tentacle.
Foamy arousal gushed from her pussy, dripping down the writhing appendage onto the throne below.
Drip. Drip.
The wet, lewd sounds were interrupted by the sharp click of heels.
A woman clad in a black mini-dress that left little to the imagination stepped forward, her face hidden beneath a hood.
Her pale skin stood out starkly against the darkness—Morgana.
Her sharp eyes flicked to the suspended woman before settling on Belial.
"Lord Belial. The task you assigned... has been completed without flaw."
Morgana glanced around.
Two more women lay unconscious on the ground, their faces twisted in terror.
"Hnngh... You're back."
Belial's monstrous face twisted as crimson light pulsed from his eyes.
"Good work."
"Shall I send these to Celis now?"
"No. Ghhk—"
Belial clutched the grotesque wound across his chest.
The injury inflicted by Rimeyer's sword still smoldered with black smoke, tormenting him.
To heal, he needed more—more energy, more stimulation.
"Grrr... Not enough yet..."
His gaze fell upon the women sprawled on the ground.
Another tentacle shot from his back with a shhhhk,
coiling around the ankle of one and yanking her into the air.
"Kyaaah!! L-Let me go! Stop!"
She screamed and thrashed, but the tentacle flipped her onto her stomach, suspending her with her ass raised toward the throne.
"Annoying. Still too conscious, I see."
At Belial's gesture, the tentacle's tip sharpened—then speared into her asshole without hesitation.
Plop—!
"GAAAAAH—!!!"
A scream so piercing it shook the cavern erupted.
No lube, just the tentacle's sticky mucus forcing its way in.
Her sphincter stretched to the brink, red flesh turning inside out.
"Ughh... Tearing... ahhk!..."
"Such a tight squeeze. You're built well back here too."
Thrust! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Ahhk! Ah! Ugh! Ngh! Ngh!"
"Kuhahaha!"
Belial laughed in satisfaction.
The tentacle was coated in aphrodisiac fluid,
plunging deep into her rectum, raking and grinding against her inner walls until her belly bulged obscenely.
Her screams of pain twisted into bestial moans as the tentacle found her G-spot.
Schlick! Schlick! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Ah! Ahh! So hot! Ugh! Feels good!... Ah!... Nnngh!"
Morgana watched with crossed arms as the two women were violated in midair—one through her pussy, the other her ass.
"Lord Belial. If you handle them so roughly, it'll be a problem. We promised Celis a certain quota. If their value drops, those bastards won't stay quiet."
"Tch. Those tin cans."
Belial scoffed.
"Wouldn't it be better to just drain their life force outright and heal faster? Dragging it out like this—"
"I said no! Half go to my recovery, the rest to Celis. That's the deal."
His face twisted as his wound throbbed.
"And... Yin energy tastes best when drawn out slowly—through pain and pleasure."
"That arrogant white bitch (Rimeyer)... If not for her—!!"
His eyes locked onto the last woman trembling on the ground, hands clamped over her mouth in terror.
"You there. Your mouth looks lonely."
Shhhhk!
A third tentacle lashed out, coiling around her waist and yanking her up.
The moment she opened her mouth to scream, a thick appendage shoved inside.
Gulp—!
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
"Mmpph! Ughk! Gk! Gk!"
Fist-thick, it forced her throat open, plunging deep into her esophagus.
Her jaw dislocated from the stretch. Tears streamed down her face as she choked, her skin flushing crimson.
The tentacle filled her mouth to bursting, pinning her tongue and scraping her palate as it violated her throat.
Drool spilled down her chin and neck.
Schlup! Schlup! Slurp!! Slurp!!
"Gk! Gk! Ughk! Gk!!"
Her eyes rolled back as she gagged, the tentacle pushing deeper, threatening to reach her stomach.
"Keh heh... Much quieter now. Suck well. I'll drink every last drop of your spit."
Belial grinned, watching the three women suspended before him—one fucked in the pussy, one in the ass, one down the throat.
His face contorted as he roared:
"Lucian!... If I'd captured him and drained his mana dry, this world would already be mine! To ruin my plans at the last moment—!"
He rose from his throne. The remaining tentacles on his back writhed, lifting their heads like serpents.
His fury turned toward his helpless victims.
The starving appendages thrashed wildly before surging toward the three women.
Shhhhk!— Shhhhk!!
"KYAAAAAH!!"
Two more tentacles speared into each.
Mouth, pussy, ass—all three holes penetrated at once.
Their bodies were spread eagle in midair, stretched obscenely by the invading appendages.
Their eyes rolled back as their insides were packed to bursting.
But with their mouths stuffed, they couldn't even scream.
The cavern had become hell itself.
Under Belial's mental domination,
the women twisted and sobbed, torn between terror and forced pleasure.
Nine tentacles in total ravaged their bodies without pause.
Squelch, slurp, thrust, squelch, slosh, slurp.
"Mmpph! Ughk! Gk! Ughk!"
"Nngh! Ngh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
Their suspended bodies shook violently as lewd noises echoed off the walls.
But the tentacles didn't just thrust.
Belial reshaped their tips—into spiked clubs, rotating drills—violently violating every hole.
Schluk! Schluk! Drrrt! Drrrt!
"Ughk! Gk! Ughk! Gk!!"
Barbs flared, raking inner walls. Vibrations assaulted erogenous zones. Some tentacles swelled, threatening to tear them apart.
Their bellies bulged grotesquely with every movement.
Saliva, arousal, piss, and blood rained down between their legs.
"Nnngh... ugh... ugh..."
Human speech was gone. Only animalistic cries remained.
Their minds were already breaking.
As pain surpassed limits, their brains flooded with pleasure hormones in self-defense.
Even as they were tortured, they came—eyes rolling back, bodies seizing.
"Nnngh... ugh..."
"Kuhahaha! Yes! This is it! This sticky energy!"
Belial roared with laughter, reveling in the sight.
Sssss— Crackle—
The mingled despair and ecstasy of the women flowed through the tentacles, black smoke healing his wounds.
"Haa... haa... Cry more! Suffer more!"
Morgana watched the horrific spectacle, momentarily stunned, before grimacing and turning away.
'He's just a monster... I only need Belial to teach me ancient dark magic. I don't want to become like that.'
The feast in the darkness continued—even as the women went limp, unconscious.
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