Feed the Tentacles 0

Chapter 0 – Prologue- The Saintess Goes Underground

Saint Asher’s daily routine is very arduous.
If half a day is spent examining the public sentiment of the believers, the remaining half of the day is spent fighting spirits.
After dealing with the high-ranking priests and nobles of the kingdom late at night, it was common to become exhausted.

Caring for the followers, managing the donations, as well as grooming herself as a saint chosen by the goddess Padma.
Although the small body is wrapped with sincerity, the body proportions and soft gestures are revealed without adding or subtracting.
Devotees would swallow their saliva whenever the breathless curves descending from her collarbone to her chest and from her waist to her hips were slightly revealed.
They secretly admired Eshir’s voluptuous blonde hair or her soft side breasts that pierced through her castle.
She, who maintains her virginity with her lewd body, is the saint chosen by Goddess Padma.
But today is different.
Eshir hastily changed the entire afternoon schedule to attending her services in her private prayer room in her basement.

‘Chulkyong! Kurrrr…’

The door to the elevator going down to the basement of the temple opened.

A bodyguard standing next to the elevator saluted with a shrewd movement. The only female bodyguards were allowed only to those who had infinite loyalty and respect for the saintess.
Eshir responded with her graceful smile and rode her elevator down.

‘Kurrrr… Crackle-!’

From here on, it is a strictly prohibited area.
The private prayer room, a space only allowed to the saintess, was dark and damp. Strangely, the temperature was so high that it reminded me of the air of a tropical jungle.
The Virgin’s Prayer Room.
This is a space that embodies the womb of the goddess.
However, Asher had a restless expression all the time.
As if desperately expecting something from her, he grabbed her elbow by her flushed face and even trembled.

‘Slurr…’

The sincerity slipped gently over Esh’r’s skin and landed at her feet. The saintess, who was born as she was without a single thread, lay down on the altar in her prayer room. Her altar, shaped like a bed of pitch-black water, accepted her resiliently.
Her platinum blonde hair, down to her waist, wrapped around her shoulders like her wings. Then her fingers dug between her own legs.

“Huh, ah…”

The prayer room was filled with the coquettish moans of the saintess, to the extent that believers would let go of her reason if they listened to them.
Eshir held her other finger in her mouth until her sticky saliva leaked out of her mouth, then let out her sweet breath and caressed her own nipples with her long, white fingers. .
The saliva on her fingers traced the trajectory of her hand, drawing gooey circles around her nipples.

“Ah, Master… Joshua-sama… ! I’ve been waiting for this day…!”

Could a saint have a master other than her goddess?
But Asher was like that. She had other worshipers besides her goddess.
Her platinum-colored pubic hair was soaked with her love juices every time she gasped for the name of master.
In the empty prayer room, Eshir repeatedly called out to her presence for making him so sad.
Just before Eshir reached her first climax, her altar on which she lay pulsated. Then,

‘Steel!’

Suckers and slime-covered tentacles rose above her hands of her saintess, engrossed in her masturbation.
But instead of being surprised, the saintess let out a moan of joy.

“Haaaaa…!”

Did you think it was simply a jet-black foundation placed in the prayer room?
But it’s wrong. It takes the form of an altar, but this is ‘I’.
I am tentacle
It settles down and devours animals and humans that pass by, sucking their bodily fluids and mana.
It divides, stabs, and seeds its victims.
It is the tentacle’s instinct to mimic the prey before catching it.

That’s enough to make this bitch suffer.
I undid the fixed form and stretched out the tentacles that were part of my body and myself, and grabbed the hand that Ashe had put between my legs.

“Hot, Joshua-sama…! Yep…!”

While in contact with her eshir, I share her feelings and her thoughts with her.
She is now in a confused state, seized with joy and sorrow at the same time.
I’m happy to be able to spend time with me, and it’s a pity that I forced my hand to stop right before the climax.

I stretched out another tentacle and held it in front of Esh’r’s eyes, showing me what was about to happen in her cunt.
Aeshir’s eyes reflected a red sucker with hundreds of squirming bumps. Overwhelmed by the sight, she forgot to even breathe for a moment.
Before Eshir could react, I slammed her defenseless cunt with a pair of sucker tentacles at the same time.

‘Silky, fuss-!!’

“Hayeot-! Yeot… Yes… Haaang!!”

Shock linked to other senses tends to explosively amplify pleasure.
Immediately, Eshir’s back convulsed unusually.
Her gaze did not know how to let go of the tentacle projections that were still wriggling in front of her eyes.
Having endured sexual urges all her life until she met me according to clerical doctrine, she instinctively had a habit of suppressing her moaning.
And to hold back her moaning also meant that she hadn’t reached ‘the truth’ yet. This was something she knew too.
To her request, the saintess was expressing her words, ‘Please be pampered more herself’ with her whole body.

Unsurprisingly, a question arises here.
Why am I, who is classified as a low-ranking monster- tentacle, in the house of a god, and at that too, with a saintess and slime? Question to do.
The answer is simple.
This is because this saintess, who has nothing but lust in her head, was captured by me a long time ago, declared her lifelong obedience, and became my follower.
In other words, this entire monastery is my nest. My body already covers the entire underground.
Humidity and temperature in the prayer room of the saintess, which is said to embody the womb of the goddess?
The whole wall is covered in tentacles and slime, but of course it’s damp and hot.
She was watching everything until Asher came looking for me.
Even the only elevator installed in the monastery was actually moved directly by my tentacles, not by machines or magical powers.
A monster protected by the power of a goddess, who would have imagined it?

‘Giying-‘

A strange magical power glowed faintly from his belly. The vulva engraved in her womb was activated.
Although she wears it in sincerity, Eshur’s body has already undergone all sorts of modifications to meet the conditions suitable for mating with me.

“Ah Joshua-sama, a little more, a little more!!!
Give grace to your pussy saint!
Ah… Uterus worship to a saint with a tentacle cock… I feel good…!!”

This time, tentacles protruding like toilet brushes aim for Eshir’s cunt. The bundle of tentacles spun and vibrated.
And before she had time to say anything, she charged at her ‘female’ part.

“Haaang, I came to the pussy…!”

From the skin to the inside of the body. Do everything together Eshr is born, and I am Eshr.
I absorbed everything, even the sound of flesh rubbing against each other, and even the spurts of pussy juice.
The vulva glowed more vividly in pink.

‘Churrrr-‘

“Ohhhhh… Ugh…!
Come on, let’s go… Please pierce my womb with Joshua-sama’s tentacles!!
Oh, come, come… ! Nighit-!”

A vulgar moan that could not be seen as a saint.
With a single moan close to Asher’s scream, he ended this rewarding sex with the saintess.
The saintess was breathing heavily over me with her whole body covered in mucus and with a completely relaxed expression.
Eshir’s breasts went up and down her with every breath she took without breaking her shape, just as plump as they were. If believers saw this face, they would cry, saying that something like that could not be their saint.
So what?
Boldly,
‘Hey! I ate your daughter-in-law!’
Solemnly,
‘Your elegant saintess was lying under me and crying with a cute voice’
It’s impossible to say the same thing.

‘It’s rumbling-‘

I split my tentacles into microfibers and sucked up the saliva from Ashe’s hair and pubic hair.
Then he brought the sincerity that fell in front of the elevator and put it on.
Since it’s a female owned by me, you have to take care of it as the owner.

“Ha… Joshua… Churup, it’s only you. From the past until now, the one who really looks after me…”

Eshir stuck out his tongue on my sucker and kissed me deeply.

“Now slowly… Shall we know the goddess… ?”

In all the orifices of her body, she was an eshir who thought nothing but sticking my tentacles, but her religiosity was genuine. Ever since she was a nun in a remote village, that has always remained the same.
Then, I have no choice but to show you. Her goddess.

I opened the ceiling of the prayer room. Thousands of tentacles opened the way, and a woman’s seal was tied there.
A woman who stands out with her body line, which is narrow enough to be wrapped with one arm, soft belly, and curved hips.
Her golden silky hair, soaked with her sweat and her bodily fluids, did not lose her dignity, and the onyx jewels that once adorned her tiara now pierced her nipples and clitoris with piercings.
She had already been hanging from her limbs bound for several months, but her breasts that stretched below her had maintained their classic water drop shape without sagging.
It was Padma, the goddess worshiped by countless believers in this world.

Seeing her, Eshir knelt down and offered her prayers reverently. Hanging from her tentacles, the slow descending ceiling woman stopped above her head in her eshir. And, as if answering a prayer, she said:

“Ahhhhh!!! Oh oh oh oh!!!”

Actually it’s not a word. I forgot how to properly talk and how to think.
The thing that became a meat crate and hung from the ceiling here is the existence of a goddess. In my eyes, I see nothing but a defeated female.
Eshir and I have captured the goddess Padma and are rearing her in my bosom beneath the monastery.

FYI, the last thing she said before she lost her temper was

“I feel so good. !”

Was
Even now, I still say things from time to time, but it’s just ‘please have a cock’, ‘coital sex’, ‘I feel good in my pussy’.

“Puck, puck, puck, puck-“

A bunch of thick tentacles mercilessly stabbed her cunt and her ass again and again.

“Ohhhhh!!!!! Cho, chok shuu-!!”

Seeing that, Eshir smiled brightly with her sincerity.

“It’s been a while, Padma-nim. Ah, it’s good that you look happy.”
“Uhhhhh, inject more aphrodisiac… Hey, this is the order of the goddess, so hey hey hey hey hey hey…
Oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho, omgooooo!!!”

Eshir slid her hand into the hole of the goddess’s enlarged cunt as her tentacles moved in and out.

‘Slip-‘

“Ik, gihiiiiik!!!”

The momentary resistance of flesh to contraction. But it didn’t last long.
With a gasping sound, the goddess’s vaginal wall accepted the saint’s hand.
Asher briefly touched the entrance to Padma’s womb,
With a nod, she pulled her wet arms out of her tangle of cunt juice.

“Bo, Bo-ji-heei-!!!”

A smile twisted with pleasure bloomed on the goddess’ lips. Her saliva foamed and her eyes rolled over.
Eshir’s amniotic fingers, which had escaped from her goddess’s womb, held a small, raw jewel.
It looks like a pearl, but inside it has magical power that emits a subtle glow even in the dark underground.
Magical extract directly produced by the goddess Padma through 24-hour, non-resting hedonistic copulation,
It was truly the sarira of a goddess.

“It seems to be slightly smaller than the first time, but…”

Eshir put her padma’s sari in her mouth and gulped it down. A satisfied smile spread across her lips.

“Ha…
After all, the magic of the goddess is delicious. I look forward to meeting you again next week, Padma!”
“Eh, tact… Number… Cock… !”

‘Pu-Vu-Vu-!’

Instead of answering, Padma sprayed Ashe’s forehead with clear liquid and climbed back up to the ceiling. The walls of her tentacles closed, and she became invisible again.
Eshir reverently entered her prayers while wearing her goddess shiofuki.
Her whole body glowed brightly, and her body was overflowing with magical energy.
Holy water spouted directly by the goddess and a freshly plucked sari. This is the source of the saintess’ power.
Originally, Eshir is a completely ordinary person who cannot even use holy magic properly, let alone the power of a saint.
Even though she originally has no powers, if she steadily consumes her Padma’s magic, she can live as a ‘saint’ without any problems for the next week.

After her short service, Eshir took a short break in my arms again. As Eshr stroked me slowly, she crawled all over Eshir’s body and she savored her flesh.

“Sometimes I think of myself as a nun in Zionside before I met you.
The day I became one with your tentacles, Joshua, everything in my life changed.”

Yes, that was then The day I met the warrior and the nun.
I am tentacle Humans regard tentacles as low-level monsters with no reason and only instinct.
I don’t even know the principle of how I ‘thought’ and created ‘ego’.
One thing is for sure, everything changed when I absorbed a hero from another world.
‘I’, the nameless tentacle that lived on the wall of the cave, realized that the magical power of all the warriors was my ultimate feast that day.

This is a story where I follow my instincts and stretch my tentacles everywhere.
So first, from the days when I was once a hero.