Feed the Tentacles 104

Chapter 104 – 104. Rip Off Parasitic Tentacles

“Ah, no, no! I, the guardian of justice, Zion Ranger Black… I am, my name is… !”

But what was my name?
Black couldn’t remember.
Pedi. Dahlia. Other people’s memories began to trickle in. In order to secure the capacity of new memories, Black’s brain erased some of the original memories that existed before, and the memories of the two people mixed together and clung to his head like an old paint bucket, cloudy and sticky. I couldn’t even tell which of these memories belonged to whom.

What Black thinks of now is a vague childhood scene.
His father was a mechanic in the entertainment city of Haven, and his mother was a native of Zion. They were born out of a dispatched duty and their eyes met each other.
I liked to be quiet and calculating. No, I liked to run around all the alleys like a colt, dressed like a farmhand.
The first masturbation was at the age of 15, when the edge of a precious place slightly rubbed while receiving a falling book between my legs. No, the day when I was driving piles with boys my age and felt the shock applied between my crotches suddenly feel good.
After learning that touching between the legs feels good, I had my first experience with a young librarian at the library within a few days. He approached each of the boys he usually played with and played pleasantly with all of them.
After he became an adult, he became an elite who entered Zion’s Ministry of Justice. I learned from Nina, her motive for joining the company, that enjoying a woman’s body together feels good in a different way…

‘This, what memory… ?’

There is no way that the original black had memories of being born and raised here. There shouldn’t be. Isn’t it natural that she should have the original memories of her original world, not this place? However, most of the memories of the original world, which should have been there, were either cut off or blurry in the middle.
Her head was pounding. Eshir laid her black hair on his leg like a statue of her benevolent virgin and brushed her forehead.

“When you came all this way alone, guided by your tentacles, I immediately knew what condition you were in. There was also something White said in between.”

As she brushed her forehead, her delicate hand brushed Black’s cheek and caressed her collarbone.

“Poor people… You have been beaten by a hero.”

Asher was speaking to Peddy and Dahlia, who had become parasites and were absorbed by Black because of Black’s abilities. Even though she was a spoiled nun who sincerely praised the entity mating with monsters, the compassion and kindness she usually had for people was sincere. As a servant of her Goddess, according to her doctrine of practicing her love and mercy, she was not willing to decline her service.
She was originally supposed to be in the center of Zion, but it was to save those people that she dared to make time to come to the slums on the outskirts even occasionally.
Her master and beloved tentacle gladly granted this. She lost her place just because she was ‘not needed’, and she repeated several times that she first approached those who had been banished by the warrior and healed the sick with the power of the holy relic.
Zion. People in the outermost, lowly places of this rich and safe city began to call her ‘saint’ over her nun Eshir.

“I heard from everyone here. Everyone with even the slightest flaw was expelled from the city, right? Do you know how they live here? They have nothing to eat, so they dig up and eat the soil, and if they get even a small disease, they have to prepare for death.”

“The unjust sinner… Zion doesn’t need it… !”

“The first day I came here, I saw some hungry children beaten like animals while robbing a wagon carrying food. It was worth it. Because I recklessly touched the food that was sold for money. Isn’t that like a beast?”

“Yes. I… It’s Zion Ranger Black. Even if impurities and garbage-like aliens are mixed in me, I am a hero of justice who pursues righteousness… !”

“So, Black, let’s do this. Everything that happens to you from now on is not because of your sins, but because you, the Zionrangers, and this city were so delicious.”

“Justice… We must give this feel-good justice to all, to all tentacles… !”

“I will give you one last chance. Atone for Repent of your sins before me, the servant of the Goddess.”

Asher’s voice trembled slightly. Confused, Black raised his head. Just hearing the word ‘sin’ in her made her react. Black’s way of responding to Eshur’s proposal was clear and resolute as if he were sober.

“My city doesn’t need sinners!!!”

Well, that’s it.
Okay. Asher breathed a breath of resignation. She should have been respected if she meant it.

“Then, these tentacles are too much for you. I will not tear the tentacles away from you, but I will tear you away from the tentacles. Black, just like you’ve been banishing people you deemed unnecessary from the city.”

“Ji, what now… ?”

“Cornelia?”

“Yes, Lord Asher.”

As Eshir beckoned, Cornelia grabbed Black’s waist tightly from behind her. With one hand on her waist, with the other hand…
I grabbed the tentacle extending from Black’s clitoris.

“No, what are you doing!! Let go, I don’t even look like this human… !”

“Now, now, it’s okay, it doesn’t hurt~ It doesn’t hurt~”

Said Cornelia playfully, as if comforting her whining child in the hospital. Eshir sat on the floor with his knees wrapped around his knees and watched the two of them like a spectacle of fun. Everyone was laughing. It was a very peaceful and normal action for them. They were always soaking their pussies, eager to experience experiences that a normal person would never have, and to have a relationship that a human would never have.

“Eww. Ugh…”

Black whined. She was the only one with her insecurities here. Although she is said to have bonded with her tentacles, what Cornelia is holding onto now is definitely her clitoris. A terrifying, terrifying sensation touched sensitive nerves. Somehow I felt the need to urinate.
But you’re going to sever this bond with your bare hands? It’s a no-brainer.
It could be known if it was Black, who had devoted his magic, ego, and even a part of his memories to each other, constantly exchanging bodily fluids after bonding with the tentacles. The tentacles that parasitized her, or the she that was parasitized by her tentacles, were defective in units of her cells and were already a body that was no different from one. If you try to forcefully remove it, the tentacles will repel it.

“Besides, I have a duty to share the goodness of tentacles with everyone. This is my justice!”

It was the moment Black was about to say that it was not a bond that sinners like you could dare to break.

‘Pud deuk.’

Cornelia’s grip squeezed the roots of Klee’s tentacles. She joined him as the climax juice sloshed out of Black’s cunt and spilled onto the floor. Cornelia smiled broadly at her.

“Yes~ We want to feel that too! So, give me the tentacles now!!”

“Ngook!!”

Sasasasasasas, as Cornelia invoked the Chimera’s factor, soft scales sprouted from her hands. Black struggled, but she couldn’t get out of her arms, a busty tall woman a head taller than him.

“Um… Doesn’t it come out better than expected? Asher-nim, how can I do this?”

“Since he is a warrior, he has tremendous mental strength. That’s why the tentacles don’t try to come out on their own and want to stay inside Black’s body.”

“Then…”

“You have to pull it out with more force.”

Black then realized that detaching the tentacles from him did not mean disabling his parasitic powers, but meant literally tearing them apart physically.
Cornelia’s arms around Black’s waist loosened slightly, and her soft, smooth sensation wrapped around her waist. Cornelia’s chubby tail was what restrained Black instead of her arms.
And with her free hands, she gripped Black’s clitoris again.
With two hands, her strength is doubled. Simple. And it’s ruinous.
And culminating in that was her chain glove, which Cornelia took out of her bosom and put on. She patted her hands and clutched at the black clitoris with a grim expression, like a seasoned craftsman entering a full-scale operation.

‘Kwuwook-‘

“Ouch? Sorry!! I was wrong… It’s wrong, so please!!!”

It was a tentacle that made me feel tingly and strange just by touching the air. Even that was not enough, and the sensation of violently pulling out with a hand wearing a rough chain glove, exerting power beyond human beings, was a sensation that a mere human, Black, could not bear.
Every time a tentacle was pulled from her body, it felt like everything, her memories, her soul, her will, her desires, literally everything was being pulled out.

“My head is about to explode!”

Malkan Malkan, and throbbing. There was a hand that tried to exorcise without mercy the chunk of erotic meat of a woman who had put her head into the world without shame. Klee’s tentacles had soft bumps like sea cucumbers that dripped viscous liquid from the surface and tip.
Cornelia gave a troubled look when the mucus made her hands slippery and difficult to grip.

“Um… Still can’t I must have sunk in too deeply. How about just slicing it up with a knife? If not”

“That doesn’t work.”

Asher said firmly.

“The tentacle strands to be delivered to Joshua must be intact and unscathed as much as possible. Could it be that he won’t be able to fully absorb the hero’s power?”

“Then what should I do?”

‘What kind of mating will I have with Joshua-sama tonight… Trying to put it through her buttocks and pull it out with her mouth, which I failed last time…’

In Eshir’s head, there was only the thought of somehow pulling out the tentacle that had grown from sucking the strength from within the hero and dedicating it to her master, the tentacle who had formed a nest in the basement of this city. For the more intensely she loved him, the better the reward was sure to be for her.
So, she said so calmly, filling her mouth with the smile of her love and her love that she always had.

“If you lack strength, you can summon more strength.”