Feed the Tentacles 34

Chapter 34 – 34. Onahole Speaks With Her Pussy (1)

The night of the summer solstice is short. The shorter it is, the more people enjoy it.
Ceremonies such as erecting statues of her goddess in the central square and burning offerings to her continued throughout the festival.
Merchants from Zion set up stalls around it, selling all sorts of miscellaneous goods.

It was the last day, so the festive atmosphere was ripe. I also sold everything I brought.

Hans, the street vendor, sat at an outdoor table in the tavern, drinking beer with chicken skewers.

Festivals are good too.
I was able to enjoy it without seeing any of Shion’s proud female mayor or the warriors who protect the city. It was a pity that I only had this feeling for a few days a year.

He wears loose clothes and opens a cotton candy stall, but his main job is Hans Reseller, executive director of the Zion Merchant Association.
He was a successful person who climbed step by step from the bottom of the trading city of Zion. He also liked the sloppy business like this, sometimes accompanied by old memories.

The main street in front of the monastery was crowded with people.
It was a cloudy night with no moon visible, but the streets were as bright as daylight thanks to the lights turned on here and there.
A child walking around with food on his cheek and a young couple intoxicated by each other’s eyes. Maybe that kid will have a little brother tonight.
When you enter the dark alley, prostitutes who perform fellatio for 5 fairy tales seduce passers-by with all kinds of vulgar expressions.
Hans gulped down the beer in his glass.
He loved the city’s two opposing faces.

“Keu~ After all, beer at festivals is good!!”

Of course, he didn’t just come to Zionside to sell cotton candy.

The reason the people of the Zion Merchants’ Association came this far was to manage the prostitutes they supplied.
With the prostitutes he supplied, over the past few years Zionside has turned the entire city into a brothel.
The deal with Father Campbell to bring dozens of prostitutes to the festival was openly dubious, but he paid the price well, so he pretended not to know.

Prostitution, which is closely related to the slave trade, has been on the decline since the hero Joshua carried out a massacre in Zion’s slave market a few months ago. He had to find a new business route.
It’s like having a little vacation on top of that, so it’s nice, honey.
Hans, who had been drinking until the last drop, suddenly looked up at the sky and poured the beer out of his glass.

“Pooh!! What is that?! Hey, did everyone just see it?”

“What is it?”

Ernst, a colleague of the Merchants Association, who is also a business partner, asked, placing a mug of foamy beer in front of him.
He opened a tavern in the center of Zionside during the festival and made a good profit.
Beer froth slanted down the side of the glass and left marks on the wooden table.

“I thought something came up from the lake behind the monastery…?”

“Hey~ Everyone gather here, it seems your boss drank again and saw something strange!!”

The people at the table next to us drinking binge boo woo woo woo woo woo boo booed.
They are all employees of Hans’ Trading Company. Although they came from different backgrounds, they were all colleagues from the bottom of Zion.
He held a higher rank within the merchant association, but that had nothing to do with him. He doesn’t hesitate to give and take any joke, as long as he doesn’t take the money.
They had been dealing with the bride for several years and had been coming and going here under the name of Zionside’s ‘Festival Committee’.
Ernst gave Hans a face-off.

“You man, you should be bluffing in moderation.”

“No, the sky was brightening for a moment just now, and something like an octopus leg was winding in the middle of it…!”

“You man, come to think of it, a few days ago, the warrior’s tongue was black and long like a snake’s, didn’t you say things like that?”

“No. Leave it alone, Mr. Ernst. Because of this, even if the Heretic Inquisitor comes down, you can just hand over President Hans at that time.”

“Hans, if you are taken away, share your property with us.”

“Line.”

“Line.”

“But when the Heretic Inquisitor comes down, isn’t the priest here and the mayor’s wife hanging on first rather than Mr. Hans?”

The men grinned with sly expressions at the words someone said while they were drunk.
They were merchants from the very beginning, and they were skilled at picking up rumors. It has been a long time since the strange atmosphere that flows between the young priest who knows the real life of the city, the mayor’s wife, and the cute Elisabeth has become a common side dish among people who know each other.
In addition, a little commotion a few hours earlier, Elizabeth walking around the streets naked, had put a wedge in that rumor.

“By the way, I heard that you got ripped off by a hero a few days ago and got treated badly?”

“Aren’t you afraid of repercussions for doing such a thing to a precious and grateful person, boss!”

“They paid the silver coins used by the aristocrats in the capital. Money like that can be easily tracked, so you shouldn’t take it when selling a woman.”

“Why don’t we get out of prostitution soon? Because of the market girl and the warrior woman next to her, women’s business was completely buried. But to be honest, it’s none of my business, if you make money, shoot yourself!!”

“Yes! Please buy me meat and alcohol, Mr. Hans!!”

People in the bar started banging beer glasses on the tables.
One chin, one chin, the sounds and dizzying intoxication made Hans feel like he was about to lose his mind.
Was it really because he was drunk that he saw it wrong? He was already in a state of vagueness about what he saw in the beam of light.

‘What was there, was it an eyeball or an elephant’s leg…’

“I don’t know. Three beers and stir-fried pork and cabbage for everyone here!!”

“Your order has been received!!!”

The tavern owner Ernst’s face turned red. They stayed up all night talking about business after the festival, completely forgetting Hans’ bragging rights and the priest’s scandal.
Whatever it was, it was enough for them to earn money.

And a young man ran towards them in the middle of a toast.

“Evacuation!! Evacuation!!! Festival Committee Teachers!! Please stop the festival!!”

This is Zionside Guard Jakob. He was running frantically, half-naked, just like the Elizabeth I was talking about earlier. He must have been called out in a hurry after hanging out with a prostitute.

“The monastery is on fire!!!”

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The day was bright.
The dazzling sunlight coming through the window, Eri squinted her eyes.
I tried to cover it with her hand, but she didn’t move. One of her hands was tied to the bedpost.
I looked around her and saw that she was in her inn room. This is the place where she tried to assassinate Hero Joshua last night.
Her nun and her tentacles carried her here in the midst of chaos in her city after her division was there last night.

“Sleep…”

The aftermath of being raped by the tentacles last night and forcibly receiving the demonic magic channeled by the nun was still there.
Her mouth only spoke these words against her will.

She is fucked by tentacles and her body taken away.
She killed the person she loved while her mind was manipulated by a nun possessing a demonic spirit.
Father Campbell, the man who rescued her and guided her.
Before escaping from the basement of the monastery, he told himself to live. He said that if he is alive, the opportunity will surely come.
So she decided to live. I don’t know why the tentacle hero and the nun saved him, but he will definitely live and take revenge on them.

‘Growl…’

‘Hungry…’

It was hunger that came before sadness and anger.
Suddenly, the door opened. Asher came in.
She was dressed in a neat nun’s attire, as if she had bought new ones instead of the ones she had stolen.
I was carrying a few clothes and a pot, and the smell of steaming tomato soup filled the room.
Saliva was forming in Eri’s mouth.

“Oh, are you awake? Eri.”

A greeting as fresh as the morning sun. Eri tried to rush at her right away.
Her bedpost creaked as the ropes around her hands and feet were pulled tight.
She stretched out her free hand as hard as she could toward Asher, but it didn’t even reach.

“Look!!!”

“I’m sorry to start with this news, but your body has really gone mad. It must have been because the devil’s magic was forced into it.
I don’t know what you mean, but you’ll have to live like that for the time being.”

No, then my life, Campbell’s Revenge!! Eri shook her head.
She squeezed all her strength from within, but these were the only words she could utter.

“Please put it in!!!”

Eshir looked at her with her compassionate eyes. It was an expression that said, ‘You chose it, right?’.
She poured the soup into a wooden bowl. The thick, thick tomato soup was mixed with chunks of dark brown meat and pieces of vegetables such as celery and broccoli.
Eri calmed her wrath for a moment. Her hungry gaze could not leave her hot soup.
When Eshir took a spoonful and put it to her mouth, Eri hurriedly took it and ate it.

“To you, Zionside Abbey may have been a place to secretly have sex with a priest, but to me, it was my hometown where I grew up all my life.”

The umami flavor of the tomatoes spread in your mouth.
The celery was slightly undercooked to preserve the texture, and a little bit of spice added a spicy taste to the end.
Eri quickly emptied the bowl and stared greedily at the remaining tomato soup in the pot.

“The monks took the research money from the city to buy prostitutes or fill their stomachs, and if they didn’t finish the work they were told to do, they were often beaten up and kicked out.
They didn’t even give me proper food, so when I was very young, I barely survived by begging in front of the monastery.
Reading the words of the Goddess and the stories of past warriors was the only salvation. Until I taste Joshua-sama’s tentacles.”

What do you mean, why are you telling me the story of your hard life? Eri glared at Asher with an angry look.
Eshir gave her another bowl of soup with a smile. She also came up with a large chunk of meat.

The taste of meat soaked in soup between the grains. It melted softly in my mouth and the juices flowed out.
It was the first taste. I felt full even though I only ate one bite. It was a taste that really gave me the will to live.
It must have been a way to show sympathy to others. But this nun will surely regret letting herself live.
As Father Campbell said, she somehow survived and…

“The soup made with Father Campbell’s meat seems to suit her.”

The sound of a bowl being thrown.
Eri rushed towards Asher. With one hand she strangled her.

“Ah… Ah…!!!”

But it was the powerless grip of a woman whose body was broken.
Eshir only laughed coquettishly without any sign of strangling her.

Her eyes were filled with embarrassment, anxiety, and an inability to believe reality.
And the endless sense of defeat that bursts out of such despair.
Asher stared frantically into Eri’s eyes.
Eshir lightly caressed Eri’s cheek as if she was cute and said playfully.

“I’m kidding. No matter how ill-tempered I may be, there’s no way I would do something like that, right?”

However, this one word was enough to break even her Eri’s last will to resist.
She just needed to instill in her awareness that she really was the kind of person she could be if she put her mind to it.

She liked being subdued by overwhelmingly strong men like Joshua, but she also couldn’t bear to let her responsive, weak, weakling pussy down the abyss like Eri.

‘Ha… Bullying Eri seems to be her habit…’

Eshir let out a rough breath. She wanted to call Joshua right away and lie down on her bed with Eri, rubbing her cunt. She wanted to make a mess all over her room from the inside of her tentacle mucus-hot body.
However, she now has a lot of work to do for Eri.

“Let’s put this on first.”

Eshir pulled out the underwear she had brought with her soup. She put them all on her Eri.
It was something Eri often wore. Tight knee-highs and garter belts that came up to her thighs, and a bra that accentuated her upper breasts.
The panties were the thongs that she often wore when teaching Danielle, with the split in the middle exposing her pussy.
A negligee that shows off her entire body will accentuate the charm of a mature woman by slightly revealing her soft belly as well as Eri’s milky pussy.

As she imagined it, she couldn’t help but put her hand on Eri for a moment while she was putting it on.
She slipped her hand inside her negligee and gently caressed her soft breasts, free from her blemishes.
It wasn’t that stimulating, but Eri felt her cunt wet.
Her body learned the taste of losing from Joshua’s tentacles to Asher.

He really became a sloppy warrior.

“Oh, Eri, no? If you already wet her pussy like this.”

Asher licked the juice of her eri from her fingers with her tongue. The threads of her saliva flowed seductively from her fingers to her lips.
She sat down behind Eri and stuck her nose into the nape of her neck. From her outward appearance, she was a young lady and a coquettish lady, but it was the mature side that completely wielded her.

She rubbed her wet cunt against Eri’s ass. The lady’s ass was firm and soft, with just the right amount of fat.

“Could you lend me your body for a moment, Eri? I’ll write it right away and let it go.”

‘No, not getting caught up in this bitch’s pace again… !’

Gesture of resistance. But as usual, it’s meaningless. Asher simply grabbed Eri’s arm and twisted it.
Yesterday, as a result of receiving the remnants of demonic magic discharged by Asher, the magic circuits throughout the body were twisted. There was no strength in his limbs.

“When I was little, I sometimes wished I had an older sister… The poor pussy sister who leaves so easily is not her sister, but a toy, right?”

“Yes, hee hee… I’m a crappy toy…”

Contrary to Eri’s will, her body and mouth reacted too frankly to the stimuli she received.
Eshir made her Eri turn her head to look at herself. She is green-eyed, like she’s about to get sucked in.
Those pupils came closer and swallowed her Eri.

“Umm, Churup, haa… Eri’s mouth is also delicious. She smells like a tomato she just ate…”

Eshir’s soft lips rested on her Eri’s. Her tongue came in roughly and trampled the inside of her mouth.
She had been beaten in the priest’s office. But she didn’t bite her lip the way she did back then.
Just as if he wanted to take all the traces of Joshua’s tentacles, Eshir’s tongue passed from the roof of her mouth to the bottom of her tongue and the back of her teeth.

‘Eungchu, hueueu, sueueup, nallup.’

As they kissed her, Asher’s hands coveted Eri’s body.
He pinched the dot on her upper breast, Eshir’s fingernails circled around her nipples, and then massaged Eri’s soft lower belly.
Her other hand gripped her cunt’s ass, receiving the trickle of Eri’s juice.
Every touch of her nun’s hand made Eri dizzy.

‘I think I’ll go away with just caresses…’ .’

“Eww… Let’s go, I think Aesir’s kiss will make Eri’s rotten pussy go away… !”

Her mouth, which was so frank, was resentful.
At that moment Eshir parted her lips. Not only her lips, but every part of her body that came in contact with her fell off.
As if the caress so far had been for the sole purpose of making her hotter, Asher looked at Eri with a shy smile.

Silence.
Eri was barely able to control her body. The inside of her cunt trembled.
How much more will this woman torment herself.
How far will she have to drop herself to be satisfied?

“Ahhh… Let me go, let me go, Asher-nim… I will do anything..!!”

Aeshir said, lightly flicking Eri’s nipples through her negligee.

“It seems that her stomach has been filled and her body is getting hot, so now, Eri? Now is the time to receive guests.”

A customer? In front of Eri’s anxious eyes, the door opened and a man entered.
It was Max. An old man from the capital’s guard who ran the bride’s errands. Asher greeted him warmly.

“Ah, guard, thank you so much for calling people last night.
Thanks to that, I was able to put out the fire quickly last night as it spread to the streets.
In the end, the monastery was all burned down…”

“Our citizens are really grateful to the hero and the nun for defeating the dragon and then the evil priest.
How dare you summon a demon!! Now, I have always been suspicious of Father Campbell.”

Marx trembled. He was smiling, but his eyes were on Eri’s jade in lewd underwear.
Eri was shocked inside. What do people who have been chasing after the bride’s tail and eating soybean food say now?

“By the way, I heard that this woman caused a commotion last night with her naked body on the street, but she was the bride’s accomplice…
Is it true that Mayor Daniel risked his life to face the devil and died?”

“Yes, it really is. When Master Joshua struggled alone, he himself went along, carrying the shield of his father, Sir Danal Oluin.
Please let people know about his heroic sacrifice.”

It’s such a shameful manipulation of public opinion.
Beyond hatred and defeat for the nun in front of her, Eri began to feel a certain kind of fear.

“Then, I will leave the disposition of this woman left to the righteous citizens of Zionside.”

“Of course, we will punish them fairly under the guidance of our guards and the teachers of the Merchant Association from Zion.”

Marx’s mischievous eye smile.
Eri finally realized her fate as an accomplice who survived last night’s incident.
Why did Joshua keep him alive?
Why did Asher bring and wear lewd clothes?

Kung, Eshir closed the door and left.
Eri thought, looking at Max as she untied the belt she was tied to her bed.

‘I’m going to become an ona hole… ‘