Feed the Tentacles 31

Chapter 31 – 31. The Witch in the Castle (2)

‘Kwade deudeuk’
‘Thud! Perseok-‘

I’ve summoned it, but it’s really growing haphazard, Father Campbell looked anxiously at the increasingly ominous wall. Won’t last long Astaroth’s tentacles grew more like the trunk of a giant tree than tentacles now.

The priest stood at the entrance of the stairs leading to the basement of the monastery. He had to find Eri and escape before the demon’s body grew and blocked the entrance.

[Wake up. Come here and protect me.]

The priest raised the prostitutes with the power of the halo. Those who had fainted in the aftermath when the demon was summoned staggered to their feet.

The monks were sluggish and all fell under Astaroth’s body when he was summoned, but there were still about a dozen prostitutes left. They came around the bride with forks and knives that had fallen to the floor.

Still underground are the demonic nuns and hideous tentacles. He didn’t know where to attack, so he had to keep in formation and use the prostitutes as meat shields.

“Eri!! Answer me if you are alive!!!”

Eri was conscious. A voice was heard from afar. You have to answer. My hips creaked like crazy, but I had to endure it.

“Priest… Sir…!”

She screamed so much that when the tentacle came out of her cunt, her voice was silent.

The old stone walls were crumbling and the surrounding area was full of dust. I couldn’t see very well either. However, the huge object that penetrated the underground and towered to the ground was clearly a demon.

Seeing that the priest was looking for him so urgently, even though he had succeeded in summoning the demon, something must have been wrong.

‘I have to help.’

That’s it. A wish or something, as long as I could live with the bride, anything was fine. To Eri, Father Campbell was the only real man.
In the original world, it was fundamentally different from the trashy men who drank her spit and did all kinds of ugly things to try to put a pair of panties on her head, and old idiots like Daniel.

When she was with a man who could guide her, her bride, she also saw her future.
When her real name was Yu Ga-yeon, where her happy daily life settled, she had a future that even herself in the original world had never enjoyed in her life.

Eri rose with all her might.
Although she was mostly taken away by Joshua, she still retains very little of her powers.
Each time she remembered the humiliation she felt as she was attacked by her tentacles, the words she uttered, her shame and anger filled her.
Those feelings were forming Eri’s soul now.
And the bride needs herself. Eri heard her voice and moved her steps in the direction she came from.

“Father!!”

“Eri, you’re all right! We have to get out of here. Are you hurt anywhere?”

A wounded man with one leg lame. It was also clear that she had an accident while she was passing out herself. Eri was cradled in the arms of her bride.

“Sorry. I lost… I lost my ability to that hero, no, tentacles. If I had been strong, this wouldn’t have happened…!”

“Fine. Are we both still alive? The opportunity will definitely come again. Don’t lose yourself. We must get revenge on those disgusting tentacles and the nun possessed by them.”

Fortunately, the stairs did not collapse. The nun and the tentacles seemed to be somewhere else underground, perhaps because they couldn’t find the entrance. Hypnotized prostitutes made the way first, followed by Eri and the bride.

Eri thought as she supported the injured bride. It was a really hellish day. But as long as you don’t let go of it, hope still exists.

It’s just where it was, like the beautiful night sky over the exit over there.

‘I have something I really want to tell you. Thank you for finding me in this world, and I am happy to be your ‘Eri’. I want to live a life where I get what I want in your arms, and…
Campbell, I love you.’

As long as we get out of this place safely, let’s convey this feeling to him. There were many things I wanted to share with him, such as how he came to this world and what his real name was.

Father Campbell took a deep breath of the air outside her. Astaroth’s body had already grown to the top of the monastery.

The joy of her survival melted her tension. But don’t be discouraged. There was a lot of work ahead.
First of all, I had to incite people by announcing that the hero Joshua was actually a tentacle and that the nun was a renegade who fell into interspecies copulation.
Summoning the devil as a sacrifice for Daniel was also intended to put an end to them.

“Eri, let’s go to Zion. There are people who can help us. It won’t be difficult to start over there…!”

The priest stopped talking abruptly.
And he looked down.
It was a knife stabbed in the side, and tableware brought from the basement.
The prostitute, apparently hypnotized by the halo, was holding her sword’s hilt.

‘Hook-‘

Shoulder this time. He stabbed her in the shoulder with a fork from behind.
Her eyes, the eyes of a courtesan that should have been filled with divine light due to the effect of the halo, were dyed a muddy purple.
The eyes of the others around him were also emitting the same glow in the dark.
Like, yes. It was like the color of the vulva engraved on her.
Whoop, whoop, whoop, knives and forks came in from all sides.

‘Cool-!!’

The priest had blood pouring from her mouth.
She managed to reach her hand and pull out the knife stuck in her stomach, and her blood gushed out there as well. With her other hand, she pulled out a folding knife hidden in a cross.
Even if you look at it like this, it’s a body that was rolled directly on the battlefield. She couldn’t collapse just because she was stabbed by a blunt utensil.

‘When the hell…?’

The only time Eshir had released her power from her vulva was when she faced herself.

‘That woman, this was her intention from the beginning…! You tried to kill me like this from the beginning!!’

The bride then realized.
Eshir’s vulva glowing in front of him and pouring out his mana was not for intimidation, but at that time he had already hypnotized people.
The moment she came out, she was probably ordered to stab herself to death. I couldn’t even use the halo anymore.

“Devil bitch!!”

The priest stabbed the prostitute’s chest in front of her eyes with a knife, one in each of her hands.

“Fuck me more, harder… Whoops!”

Her slut’s face was full of lust, even when she was stabbed. She had an obnoxious face. Falling down, she squeezed her legs and let out a climax juice.
Due to the devil’s magic, it seemed to accept any stimulus as pleasure.

Pain began to rise at the site of the puncture. The hypnosis of ignoring the pain he had put on himself was about to break.
Don’t let go of your mind The priest hypnotized him again to ignore the pain.

“Eri, it may be difficult, but please follow me. You can pull out the knife stuck in your back and use it.”

No answer.
Father Campbell found that her Eri, behind her on his back, had disappeared without a trace.

“Eri…?”

And the prostitutes surrounding him rushed at him at once.
The broken leg was limp. And the priest fell down.

“Ah, Father, what should I do, no, what would the priest do…!”

“It feels good to be poked by a young man… Heehee!! Mmm, I think the inside of my head is going to burn!!!”

Whoop, whoop, whoop, countless knives and forks pouring down on the bride, and a sweet groan.

Because of his self-hypnosis, he felt no pain.
But he was crushed by dozens of women. I couldn’t possibly get up.
All of the women who frantically swarmed themselves with utensils, all with faces full of pleasure on the verge of climax.
When the prostitutes’ waists shook and their hearts fluttered, blood splattered on them.

“Damn, no, get out of here!! Dirty bitches who sold their bodies!!!”

The priest desperately brandished his sword. However, no matter how much he stabbed again and again, he only gave prostitutes the ultimate pleasure.
Soon after, a prostitute sat down on his arm. Her priestly robe was ripped open, exposing her forearms. The prostitute rubbed her cunt soggy against her small muscle mass.

“I rubbed my pussy with my arm… Yep, please do more of that… The priest will make you feel better right away… !”

They don’t even know what they’re doing or saying. When it is released from hypnosis, it will probably remain only as a faint memory.

Every time the bride was stabbed, the prostitutes tasted the peak of pleasure.
It wasn’t a pussy nor an asshole, but an orgasm that hit the brainstem directly.
I could pierce it any number of times. I could have gone through several times. They just couldn’t stop.

And when she saw a face all too familiar in the crowd of prostitutes, the priest stopped resisting any longer.

A woman in an almost worn-out nun’s garb, she climbed on top of the priest.
Her brown hair and her white breasts fell in front of her eyes. Her soft touch and the smell of her flesh tickled her nostrils.
Father Campbell lightly bit her nipple against her cheek. It tastes familiar.
Her tight thighs had small enough muscles to tighten the bride’s lower body. She gently gripped her ass.
The other prostitutes don’t know, but the priest couldn’t possibly stab her directly.

So he decided to let Eri do whatever he wanted.
The bride met her eyes with her Eri, who gave off a purple eye glow. He said.

“Eri.”

Perhaps she was the cause of everything. The bride tried to recall her past.
However, what comes to mind is not Elisabeth Treadson, whom she has grown up with since childhood, but memories of Eri, the hero he found.

She was initially brought in with the idea that she would just take advantage of it and throw it away. The pleasure of daring to use the hero for his own ambitions also played a role.
But I had to admit it. What the bride wanted at the end was not the real Elizabeth, but his ‘Eri’.

Eri pulled out the bride’s cock as deftly as she always did.
Just before his death, the bride’s cock swelled hard with the desire to leave behind her offspring.

Eri’s cunt, exposed through the tattered nun’s uniform, swallowed his cock.
A thick waist that undulates back and forth. Her face shook before her eyes.
The bride always liked that face that revealed the pleasure she felt.

Eri raised her hand. Her fingertips were pointed like her skewers.
The rest was absorbed by her tentacles and squeezed out less than 5% of her abilities.

Defeated.
The bride has accepted her fate.
Is it the mercy or punishment that Eshir gives to herself that ends with her hands? It didn’t matter.
She only prayed that Eshir and Joshua would save her life after her own death.
She had never truly believed in a goddess in her life, but the priest laughed bitterly.
And, one last thing I regret.

‘But Eri, I still don’t know your face or your real name.’

Eri’s fingertips landed on his chest.

—————-

“Look, Joshua. It’s over there.”

When I climbed the long underground stairs, it was a sea of ​​blood. Eshir breathed heavily and said.
On the lakeside behind the monastery, a priest is dead with knife marks all over his body, and his blood has soaked into the lake. Several prostitutes whom the priest had killed were also lying there.
The surviving women washed their bodies and waited in line for Eshir’s command. Asher approached Eri, who stood at the far end of them.
Eshir kissed her softly on the cheek. She cupped her chest with one hand. Eri, still hypnotized, just stared blankly in front of her.

“Just as you took my body and tried to kill Joshua-sama for interfering with me, you only interfered with my mating life with Joshua-sama.”

Eshr’s vulva glowed. For a moment, she thought she wanted to eat Eri right in front of her eyes.
He wanted to rape and eat all of these women with Joshua-sama, and further hold the whole world in his belly.

No, no. Do not do that. Eshir shook her head.
The mana of her vulva continued to run amok, giving her strange thoughts.
She became even more so after confronting the priest and hypnotizing the prostitutes and Eri.
The demon’s soul rested safely in her womb, but her surplus magic still idled inside.
Her uncontrollable magical powers were trying to manipulate her.
And that magical power was responding to the presence over there.

Astaroth’s body, growing like a giant snake or tree, penetrated the basement of the monastery and covered the entire back of the monastery.
Although it was only a shell, it is the body of the devil. As long as it was summoned, the devil’s magic might consume her.
If the priest’s words of endless growth were true, it wouldn’t be long before it covered the entire monastery and attacked the feasters.

I had to get rid of the demon’s body.
It wasn’t specifically to protect the city of Zionside. A place I’ve never liked.
But people, those who are simple, cheerful, and enduring only the hard day are innocent.
And above all, the monster that devours this city only interfered with her copulation with her tentacles.

‘If this power goes out of control, I’ll even eat Joshua-sama.’

That should never happen. I didn’t want to do anything like a female praying mantis.

“Joshua.”

[Even if I deploy the tentacles to full size, it looks like it will be difficult to defeat them.]

“I know. So, you need to have sex with me right now!”

Suddenly? I was dumbfounded and asked again. No matter how hungry you are for sex, shouldn’t you do it far away in a safe place?

However, Asher thought differently.

The magic power of the vulva rises in proportion to sexual arousal.
Through mating with me, her plan was to raise all of her magical powers that remained within her, and then use them all to reverse summon Astaroth’s body.

Eshir retrieved the pendant from the bride’s corpse and put it around his neck. The divine magic and the magic of the vulva were neutralized, and it felt like it was calming down.
However, he could not leave the current state where the devil’s body and magic resonated. It was a dangerous force. I had to weaken it enough to be able to control it.

Leaving all of this to the tentacles would literally kill him. She had to have something to drain the dregs of demonic magic that had diluted from her to and within her tentacles.

Fortunately, there was a target to receive it instead of tentacles. A body that possesses even a little magic power and is somewhat tough. Won’t die
Asher laid Eri down. As he rubbed her cunt against each other, a sticky liquid came out.

“When I was hypnotized by a priest, you used to call me a scruffy nun.”

This time it was her turn to violate her Eri. Hypnotized by Asher, she was now nothing more than a docile six-person doll.
She took out what she had brought from the basement. A few ledgers and a small vial with clear medicine dripping from it. An aphrodisiac used by the bride.

Draft.
Eshir kissed Eri while holding the aphrodisiac in his mouth. As they shared their tongues, they shoved an aphrodisiac into her mouth.
The tentacles that had been mimicked in the nun’s uniform began to get entangled in Eri’s body.