Her fingers glided lightly over my back, tracing the ridges of my muscles, sending little electric shockwaves through my spine with every graze.
Scritch. Slide.
Pearl pressed herself closer, her body molding to mine like wet clay. I could feel the heat radiating off her womb. She was a furnace of devotion. Her hips moved against me, a shy, discreet friction from her wet vulva and my hot rod that betrayed the absolute chaos going on in her mind.
Rub… rub…
And who could blame her? Her mind was already lost. Why wouldn't it be? We were on our third session. The moment dinner was finished, she proceeded with the bath, and I was accompanied by Julienne to this room. The moment she entered, she knew what to expect, like a fish caught in an octopus trap, to be groped and devoured.
Pop. Squelch. Snap.
I felt it happening. The mana generated by our union was surging into my back. The full length of my tentacles, which I had chopped off to heal the villagers, was knitting back together in a frenzy of bioluminescent slime and flesh. She kept replaying the sensation—the sheer size of me, the way I filled the void inside her femininity and that memory alone was enough to fuel my regeneration.
Her breathing quickened, a hot, wet puff against the shell of my ear.
Haaah… haaah…
"Ten… san…"
Her voice was low, a sultry lure that I couldn't resist. I continued my assault, kissing a burning trail from the nape of her neck down to the slope of her breast.
Smooch. Suck.
I latched onto her nipple, nursing it with a hunger that made her arch her back. At the same time, my newly formed tentacles—my true arms—acted on instinct. They weren't just limbs; they were ropes, they were restraints, they were extensions of my will.
Swish. Coil. Tighten.
They wrapped around her wrists, stringing her up, leaving her completely open to me. I relinquished the teasing rubbing of her hips and prepared for the main event. The wetness was already there, soaking us both.
Drip.
It was time. She was ready. Again.
But we weren't alone.
My senses, sharpened by my aquatic form, pierced through the humid air of the room and drilled straight into the wall in front of us.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Our "viewer" was there. An avid fan who had stayed from start to finish.
Julienne.
I couldn't help the smirk that pressed against Pearl's skin. The Lady of the house was curious. Oh, she had feigned propriety, trying to convince me that there were plenty of rooms in the villa, enough to house two dozen soldiers. But I had refused. I told her I needed Pearl with me to "regenerate".
She knew. Deep down, she knew what a man and a woman in a single room meant. And now, seeing my shadow, hearing the wet, slick sounds of our pleasure, her curiosity had transformed into something else.
With my heightened hearing, I could hear the rustle of her silk nightgown. I could hear the hitch in her breath. I could feel the heat radiating through the wood as she touched herself, unable to look away from the "curse" she claimed to fear.
Creak.
She was leaning against the wall. She was mine.
I looked back at Pearl, suspended in my grasp.
Shlick.
With a single, fluid motion, I drove my penis forward. It was a deep, powerful invasion, like a piston firing into a cylinder.
"Ah…..!"
A raw, guttural moan ripped from Pearl's throat. Her tongue stuck out, her eyes rolling back as the sensation overloaded her brain. It was the feeling of being filled, possessed, and worshiped all at once. Her tongue sticking out as she felt the full, blown length of my penis sliding in and out her pussy, then poking something deep inside her, something that made her brain melt into a pool of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Thud-slap!
"Ah….." Pearl muttered again, her voice breaking into a whimper as a familiar, warm sensation flooded her senses—and mine.
Squeak. Giggle.
My ears, swiveling like radar dishes, picked up a new frequency. It wasn't coming from the wall where Lady Julienne was holding her breath. It was coming from the door.
I shifted my gaze without breaking my rhythm. Through the crack in the heavy oak door, shadows danced. First, it was a flash of bright orange—that must be the maid I glimpsed earlier, Kara. And right beside her, bobbing with excitement, was a shock of pink hair. Sofia, the guide.
They weren't just listening; they were jostling for a view.
Pearl sensed them too. But instead of shrinking away in shame, the presence of an audience seemed to flip a switch deep inside her.
Snap. Strain.
Her movements became frantic, a wild, desperate dance against the restraints. Her mature frame arched, her heavy breasts heaving as they tried to escape the groping caress of my upper tentacles. Her hands tugged at the bonds holding her aloft, not to break free, but to pull herself closer to the sensation.
She was possessed. Not by a demon, but by pure, unadulterated lust. She was inviting them to watch. She was putting on a show.
Slap. Slap. Squelch.
I was already fully deeply embedded inside her, my body flushed tight against hers. I matched her energy, beginning to pump. The tempo became a confusing, maddening mix—slow, grinding drags followed by rapid, punishing thrusts.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
"Mmm.. Ahh…" Pearl muttered, her head lolling to the side, sweat matting her blue hair to her cheek.
She peeked down, her hooded eyes locking onto the point of our union. She watched mesmerized as my thick shaft slid in and out of her slick vulva, stretching her, filling her. The visual confirmation seemed to short-circuit her brain, fueling an indescribable pleasure that radiated from her core.
Squeeze.
The velvet skin inside her gripped me like a vise every time I pulled back, a delicious, suction-tight friction that felt as if she was trying to milk the very soul out of me. It felt like she was being turned inside out, and she loved every second of it.
"Mmm.. Ahh… yes! Please, give it to me! Harder… please... mmm…" Pearl shouted, her voice losing all traces of the holy sister and becoming a desperate plea for salvation through pleasure.
Slither. Suck.
I shifted my weight, leaning down to answer her prayer. My mouth latched onto her big, full breasts, switching from left to right with hungry urgency. My tongue laved at her nipples, teasing them into diamonds hard enough to cut glass, while my tentacles massaged the soft flesh around them.
Pearl took control of the pace then. Her hips began to rock in a frantic, desperate rhythm, meeting me thrust for thrust.
"Ah… ah… ah…"
The moans she made were primal—guttural sounds of pure, animalistic pleasure that echoed off the walls, ensuring that Julienne at the wall and the maids at the door didn't miss a single beat of our worship.
As soon as I was done worshipping her breasts, I didn't give her a moment to breathe. I shifted her again, spinning her around with the ease of a ragdoll.
Swish. Whoosh.
"Wha— Ten-san!"
She didn't even have time to protest before my tentacles took over. They wrapped around her wrists and ankles, lifting her off the mattress entirely. She hung there in the air, her back facing me, suspended like a crucified maiden offering herself to a dark god.
Snap. Tighten.
It was a view that would have made a bishop faint. Two lower tentacles slithered around her thighs, prying them apart to display everything—the pink, trembling vulnerability of her pussy, slick and waiting.
I positioned myself behind her. There was no hesitation.
Squelch. Slide.
I pushed in, burying the full length of my penis inside her in one go.
"Ahhhhh…!"
Pearl's scream pitched higher, a sound that cracked the air. I didn't stop. My movement became relentless, a piston-like assault. I wasn't just fucking her; I was trying to drill a hole straight through her, pounding against her cervix—the door to her womb—with brutal, single-minded intensity.
Bam. Bam. Bam.
"Ahhh… Ahhh…!"
Through the door, I heard the giggle fit intensify. Our "viewers" were in a frenzy of their own pleasure, feeding off the sounds of our coupling.
Squeak. Gasp.
I didn't care. In fact, I loved it. I wanted them to see it. I wanted them to know that this "priest" had a power that could break even the most devout nun. The thought fueled my lust like gasoline on a fire.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The wet, rhythmic sound of our bodies colliding echoed through the room, a symphony of depravity that I knew was driving Julienne crazy on the other side of the wall.
"I'm cummming…" Pearl screamed, her voice cracking, her head thrashing against the invisible restraints. "Do it faster!"
"Then I'm going harder!" I threatened, my voice a low, dangerous growl against her sweaty skin.
I increased the tempo, my hips becoming a blur.
Thud-thud-thud-thud!
"Ahh… Plea..se... I'm so close already…. This one is bigger... ahhh…" Pearl babbled, her words fragmenting as another fierce thrust wrecked her pussy, hitting that sweet spot deep inside. The heat inside her was becoming unbearable, a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
"Ahh… no way… ahh, I love it!"
The words tumbled out of her mouth, a confession torn from her soul by the sheer force of the assault. She started babbling, her brain melting into a stream of incoherent baby talk.
"Ah… ah.. Ahh, I'll say it! You're… the best… ahh… ahhh.. Yours… nothing can be compared… ah…"
Clench. Spasm.
She let out a massive, soul-shattering moan as her body began to convulse, a huge climax taking hold of her.
SPLASH!
A big squirt of liquid, hot and slick, erupted from her pussy like a fountain, soaking the sheets beneath us and coating my thighs. It was a release of pure energy—holy water mixed with lust.
I felt a primal surge of victory, a feeling of absolute conquest as she quivered, completely undone beneath me.
"Ahh..ahh.. Ahh.."
I slowly withdrew, letting her down.
Flop.
Her body lay flat on the bed, limp and spent, her eyes rolled back in the most beautiful expression of defeat I had ever seen.
"Amen," I whispered.