Chapter 160 – 160. Tentacle Baptism (2)
Zion is still full of life. People have always been noisy and greedy.
The only difference is that there is no reaction even when seeing a half-naked woman passing through the city,
And that dozens of people are looking at her merchants who are following her.
One person who felt attention turned his head and the loud conversation resumed as if nothing had happened.
There was a sweet scent throughout the city. It was like the addictive smell that Black’s body gave off last night.
“Last night was good.”
One of the three said.
For some reason, they knew what each of them was going to say before they even said anything.
As if our minds were connected.
“The udders were soft.”
“It was a shame that I couldn’t see Black’s pussy in person.”
What did Black’s vagina look like after becoming a nun? If you think back on the soft and firm feel as if you were pulling her dick inside her, it was clearly not a worn out bitch.
Rumor has it that Black’s taste is not for men, but for flirting with young women.
Why did she give up her status as a warrior and become a nun?
And they were very curious as to why she sold her body after becoming a nun.
No, I didn’t sell her body. Because these three merchants never paid any money to Black.
It was truly a compassionate service. Sexual service solely to make the other person feel good without any compensation or ulterior motives.
Therefore, these three male merchants following Black were very curious about what the woman’s temple they had visited so much yesterday actually looked like.
After thinking like that, they arrived at Zion Monastery.
Although it is still a bit messy as we are gradually restoring what was previously half-destroyed by Zion Ranger Pink, the restoration of the most important chapel has been completed perfectly.
The restored monastery chapel was decorated with elaborate sculptures and stained-glass that made you wonder how they were done in such a short period of time. What is worth noting is the sculpture of nuns praying while looking at the ‘lines’ extending from somewhere, just like they were on Sister Black’s attire. It was done,
As this ‘good’ wrapped around the body, there was a tapestry hanging where the nuns who realized the doctrine were immersed in ecstasy and tasted heaven.
The image of a small ball-like point cut out of a fragment of line is preached to people along with a doctrine, and even the image of the entire city becoming a utopia.
It was strange in some ways, but surprisingly beautiful, and the image of the nuns in ecstasy was disgusting.
They thought it was enough to suck.
Anyway, why did they come here? They must have plans to trade supplies right now.
But after having passionate sex with Black on a moonlit night yesterday, for some reason I felt like I had to follow her lead and head here. If this was where Black led them, they would be able to find the answers to their questions.
There is nothing bad. Even if you don’t get to see Black’s pussy in person, who knows, maybe you’ll get better results if you pray to the Goddess to protect your future transactions.
Inside the monastery, the sweet scent that emanated throughout the city became even stronger. It was to the point where my head hurt, or white specks appeared before my eyes.
“You are the new believers.”
A graceful voice comes from behind. The merchants looked back and held their breath.
It was such a sacred appearance.
There was a nun other than Black.
A nun with silky platinum draped over her shoulders.
His short stature, barely reaching the shoulders of an average adult man, his moderately curved chest, and the artistic balance of his hips made him feel like an ancient statue carved from ivory.
“Did our apprentice nun fit her body?”
She said again.
There was no exposure of any kind, just a simple black nun’s uniform with a design that curved down around her waist and hips to accentuate her figure.
The pendant around her neck was draped over her chest, and even the fingers playing with it felt lewd, like the touch of a seductress stroking his cock, as if she was on top of a man and dominating all males.
Her sexual love was felt as her sacred love beyond the object of her lust, and in the ecstasy of her sexual love turning into erotic love, the three merchants who visited her monastery unknowingly saw her in front of her. Hit his head
“Raise your head.”
When she raised her head again, a dazzling halo greeted them from behind the nun’s head.
“My name is Eshir, head of Sion Monastery and its ‘saint’.
“Ah… Yes, saint… !”
Before they could even think about why that was a saint, they answered dreamily, their eyes brightly colored with light.
Æshir’s voice resonated in their heads, creating a flow that could never be denied.
“The seeds of a great being are now planted within your body. Stay here, eat here, commit here and accept Him. “Let’s listen deeply to the great voice.”
“Then, you too will be able to have an evolved body like Apprentice Sister Black here and so many others who serve at Zion Monastery.”
Before anyone could even notice, a group of nuns came in and immediately surrounded the area.
Each one had a dazzlingly beautiful or lustrous body. Most of the women’s faces were flushed, their pupils were dilated with excitement, and they seemed to be waiting for an unknown command.
And when Eshir gestured, they lifted the bottom of her skirt with both hands.
“Oh clothes!!!”
“Take it off!”
A nun’s attire rolled up to her stomach.
It was the moment when my secret pussy, which I had never seen before while violating Black last night, was revealed.
Is Black’s pussy really black, and hasn’t her hair been removed? Discolored? Or is it a black hole pussy that grabs a man’s dick and gets sucked into it, reaching a different-dimensional orgasm?
“This. This is… !”
No, there were tentacles instead.
Parallax, the tentacle was spreading the mouth between the pussies.
Dozens of other lower mouths sprouted from the lower mouth, drooling and rubbing against each other like stamens sprouting from a flower to attract bees, creating an obscene image.
The sight of dozens of tentacles protruding from the pussies of dozens of women and wriggling greeted the male merchants who entered the monastery without realizing it.
While fluttering, clenching the suction cup, nuzzling the thick and soft breast of the host until it gets hot every second.
‘Crackling, squishy-‘
‘Crash, gurrrr…’ .’
A group of tentacles wriggling obscenely in the vagina, as if tempting them to create a new host.
And the nuns who pulled it out of their pussies entered ecstasy as if they were about to climax.
There is one thing these merchants need to know that I didn’t mention earlier.
They had no idea what to do and coveted the body of the female warrior I sent, and they had already become my hosts.
Through the nuns who became my hosts, the men who will become my hosts again.
The tingling pain they felt when having passionate outdoor sex with Black was the moment when my alter ego, which was parasitic on Black, inserted ‘me’ into their urethra.
Now, as I stay here, enjoy the polluted water and food here, rape women and take magical powers, control of my body and soul is slowly taken away from me, who is growing within me.
And such people spread throughout the country and spread ‘me’ to the world.
So, today is the historic day of the first experiment to release ‘me’ outside of Zion.
First, Black selects someone who seems easy and good as a host, and then brings them to Zion, where Eshir brainwashes them to create the conditions for me to grow easily.
There were many people who could become hosts.
This is Zion, the big city where all the supplies on the continent pass through.
The power of Eshir’s relic, which has the ability to interfere with a person’s mind, became stronger as Eshir’s magical power was amplified.
Of course, the reason Eshir’s magical power was strengthened was because of the presence of an ancient demon that encroached on her womb.
She knew that after the demon sleeping in her womb absorbed Red’s magic, she began to run wild.
Although my stomach wasn’t bloated yet like I was pregnant, I was constantly carrying another entity inside my body that was directly interfering with my mind, so I was often overcome by the urge to eat every dick in sight every second.
But she didn’t get any human male dick inside her body except my tentacle.
Because she knew that her own body could not be satisfied with just that.
In this way, she withstood her lust with mental strength and patience that surpassed those of humans, and even to this day, she sells the name of the goddess to feed the devil, but she manages to avoid being punished.
As Eshir unleashed her magic, the halo behind her head grew stronger.
“This is Zion Monastery.”
“This is Zion Monastery.”
As Eshir released her words, the nuns gasped and repeated as she came and went on the verge of climax.
The men surrounded among them also spoke out of breath.
“This… This is Zion Monastery.”
Those things, hanging from the nuns’ crotches and spewing out a beautiful liquid, are definitely monsters. A monster that clearly doesn’t even have a name, and is one of the lowest of the low class.
Normally, they would have been horrified and called a purification team to incinerate everything,
Why? The sight they were seeing now seemed so magical and godly.
Look at that tentacle movement. How can that mass of muscle and cavernous body move and move in a woman’s most precious place? Isn’t it truly a movement of the providence of the world pulsating with mysterious vitality?
Thinking so, they knelt before the nuns and tentacles.
The tentacles sprouting from the nuns’ pussies intertwined with each other to create a net surrounding them, and as they each pulled on it, it began to gradually narrow.
Due to such stimulation, a thick liquid came out of the nuns’ cunts and wetted the floor and hem of their skirts.
“This is ‘Tentacle Raw Fish’.”
“This is ‘Tentacle Raw Fish’.”
Eshir and the nuns repeated.
Tentacle sashimi, what a ridiculous naming sense.
Preaching the doctrine of the goddess through the sense of touch
‘Su’ women
‘Meeting’ (meeting)
So tentacle sashimi.
I promised myself that I would never entrust Eshir with the task of naming anything.
