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Inside the Cave of Obscenity - Volume 3 - Chapter 1.10




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“Hi-!?” Fiana lets out a stifled scream as she sees the tentacles up close for the first time. She is repulsed by their grotesque appearance, but more importantly — by their smell. A stench like a rotting carcass left to decay in the sun. Even so, Frederica immediately brings a slimy tentacle to her lips, her face contorting from the rancid stench in her mouth.

“Stop! Stop it, Frederica-san!”

“Mmm—ahh, nmmm… ha~,” Frederica releases the tentacle from her mouth before licking it lovingly. The tentacle, about the thickness of a well-endowed man’s cock, hovers in front of her lips to allow her to lick it freely. She eagerly laps up and down its shaft before holding its tip within her mouth and caressing it with her tongue.

As she sucks on the tentacle, her lungs are filled with that same foul odour. With every breath, her nostrils are assaulted by the stench pervading her lungs. Her eyes water up, tears streaking down her face. And yet, within that scent, Frederica finds a euphoric pleasure. She barely manages to hold back a rising tide so powerful, it threatens to knock her out.

It’s outlandish, it’s repulsive, …but it feels so good. Frederica’s will is at the mercy of this pleasure, her body contorting to its whim. She is but a slave to the sensations overwhelming her. Her eyes start to roll back as she desperately services the tentacle violating her mouth — a spectacle that any unknowing observer would mistake as rape.

Fiana glares at the scene unravelling in front of her, refusing to acknowledge the incredible state of bliss Frederica is in. However, being seen only encourages Frederica, sucking harder in her voyeuristic glee. She gasps for air, only to be met with additional tentacles, frantically shoving their way into her mouth.

Despite the ramping intensity of the debacle ahead of her, Fiana becomes momentarily distracted by a streak of white fluid gushing through the black translucent tentacles. Her curiosity overtakes her disgust as her eyes follow the discolouration until it reaches Frederica’s mouth. The tentacles begin to erupt out of Frederica’s mouth, one by one, releasing a viscous white liquid into the air. It rains down on the two, hanging off their faces in long strands.

“Hiiya!?” Fiana screams in surprise. She squints in a desperate attempt to keep the liquid out of her eyes. Drenched by the sheer volume of the liquid, her forehead, nose, cheeks, lips, and neck are plastered by the substance. She holds her breath for as long as possible, but eventually, her lungs begin to scream for oxygen, forcing her to gasp for air.

“Wh-What…?” Fiana stutters in surprise. Her nose is inundated with a new scent, different from the rotten smell of the Ooze. Fiana recognizes this smell. Although Fiana remains a virgin, she had experience in servicing men with her mouth and breasts (unwillingly though). And from those experiences, she had encountered it before.

It was semen — the source of life brought forth by man.


 
But it had come from the Ooze.

“Nyah, nmmm…” Fiana murmurs while recovering from the lingering shock of what had just occurred. What was happening? How was this happening? Why was this happening?

Fiana didn’t know much about monsters. A monster was simply a foe that needed to be killed — nothing else about them mattered. The only thing she had known about the monsters she had subjugated were their numbers, and even then, it was only to make sure they had been wiped out. There was no point in doing research on something that was inevitably going to be slain by her blade. And yet, even she knew that monsters were created by the Demon Lord. Monsters couldn’t have children, they didn’t reproduce sexually. This didn’t make any sense.

Fiana pauses, taking her time to think for the first time since she had awoken. Why did the monster violate Frederica? And why did the tentacle release semen…?

She comes to a realization and begins to panic.


Fiana struggles, trying to pry her petite body from underneath Frederica. She musters up what little magic she had recovered to empower herself and attempts to break away from the tentacles restraining her. She struggles with all her might …and manages to barely stretch one of the tentacles. Even in her prime, she wouldn’t have been able to tear herself free with brute strength alone.

“No, no… nonononoNOOOOOOOOO!”

It dawns on her. She will be violated.

No matter how much she struggles.

Ever since she figured out what had come out of that tentacle, she had lost all composure. It was semen. An ingredient of life. A precious gift that would cause the miracle of life to bloom when released into a womb. It was to be used in a holy and sacred act of love, to bring new life into this world. That’s how it should be. What it’s supposed to be. Unlike Frederica, Fiana had always been piously devoted to the gods.

Regardless.

It is inevitable.

“St-Stop it!? Let me go. Let me go Frederica!!” Fiana urged while intensifying her struggles.

It’s going to-

“The monster! I-it wants a baby! It wants to- Hii!?” She is interrupted by a sensation coming from the nether regions of her body. The tentacles crawl up her stockings and nest themselves between her bare thighs and garters. Perhaps it was because she had been imagining what was to come — her skin trembles at the merest touch.


 
Fiana is no longer the elvish knight that had defeated the Ooze with her magical prowess. She is merely a woman, trembling in fear of being violated. A child, shaking her head in denial of what will come.

“G-good, it feels so gooooood,” wails Frederica in between moans. Her body continues to shudder as she is ravaged violently by the tentacle.

“No, no, no! Not good! He-hey Alfira!? Alfira!!” Fiana screams in panic at the fallen knight.

Twisting her head to face Alfira, another shadow catches her eye. A familiar small shadow. Satia.

A rancid tentacle tenderly wraps itself around Satia’s petite doll-like body. She, too, trembles within the wet grasp of the tentacles restraining her upon a bed of slime.

“Satia-san!” Fiana chokes her name out in tears. Satia lowers her vacant eyes from the ceiling toward Fiana. Seeing her face, Fiana feels a chill down her spine. There is nothing in those eyes but despair.

Satia is lying down like Frederica, equally entranced by the Ooze. A tentacle occupies her mouth, as she lovingly crawls her tongue around its tip. Another tentacle wraps around her body, caressing her before entering her pussy. The slave girl is gently rocked back and forth, the tentacles taking care not to break her.

“H-Hiiyaa, nooo! Satia-san!?” Upon hearing her name called again, Satia smiles at Fiana. It’s the same expression that Frederica had when she told Fiana of her fate. Her future flashes before her eyes. Fiana screams.

A tentacle slithers its way to her cheek, unleashing a repugnant stench powerful enough to interrupt her chain of thought. Fiana struggles, shaking her head side to side to escape from the vile intruder.

“Stop… Stop it… Please, stop it-!?” Fiana is blindsided as another tentacle shoots forth and plunges its way into her mouth, gagging any further pleas for mercy.



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