by Tiffany Bell
She was doing her best to buck her hips against the tentacle that was thrusting into her sex so zealously. She absolutely loved this attention and wanted more. There were numbers of these greedy, phallic tentacles that wanted access to sex, however. All of them wanted to savor in the divine life-giving cum that was gushing from Angelika. One more tentacle pressed against her already-stuffed pussy and wiggled itself forcefully alongside the one that was already pumping into her, threatening entry. It pushed insistently at her sex, causing the priestess to gasp in horror.
There was no way that two of the tentacles could inside of her at the same time. She was soon proven wrong as the slippery vine rammed its way inside. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure and her toes curled against the bottoms of her feet as she felt the divine feeling of being plowed by two tentacles at once. The duo began an alternating rhythm, one pushing in while the other pulled out.
Angelika gave a muffled groan, completely helpless to the impending orgasm that was being wrest from her body. She had already lost count of how many times she came as another orgasm crashed over her. Her body shivered just slightly as she tried to get away. She didn’t want to escape just yet, but the priestess needed time to recover from her orgasms.
Angelika’s body was completely tense while the tentacles began their mad slithering and sliding against her flesh to delight in the girl-cum that flooded from her sex. The vines that were inside of her began to pulse and throb before she felt a sudden warmth being discharged inside of her all of a sudden. Even before she could recover from the orgasmic bliss that clouded her mind, the tentacles were already focused on the next orgasm. The warm goo caused a tingling sensation to emanate from her nether regions before spreading to her entire being. The priestess’ whole mind was clouded by unimaginable desire for pleasure.
And just when she thought things couldn’t be any better, Angelika felt the demonic vines with their tongues and mouths begin to finally understand their use. The mouthed vines were numerous and were rapidly flicking their tongues over her sex to absorb any of the fluids that might have escaped from the larger tentacles. Some of the tiny tentacles slid over her torso and flicked against her navel. The priestess wiggled a bit from the tickling sensation that this caused. Sensing her reaction to the stimuli, that tentacle kept licking. Others found different places to assault.
Some of the vines found suitable areas to stimulate. The ones that swirled at her perky nipples were appreciated, especially as the bell-shaped mouths wrapped around the erect nubs and began suckling. One ventured to her rear and circled around her stretched ass while the thick tentacle continued to push into her tight hole. The way it circled around the rim of her asshole while the phallic tentacle penetrated her pucker made her feel enraptured.
The tentacles were just interested in bringing about some kind of reaction from the captive priestess, it didn’t matter what kind. Some found themselves content with flicking against her exposed underarms, causing Angelika to squirm and wiggle while all of the attention coincidentally brought her to another climax, even through her laughing. Her jerky movement was finally effective enough to free her mouth from the vine violating her throat. A few gooey spurts of the demon cum landed on her face and slowly fell to the shrine below her upside down body. The demon cum constantly dripped from the bound priestess.
Not to be outdone, the tentacles suckling at her body with their oddly mutated demon mouths still continued to tease and torture Angelika. The ones upon her nipples licked and sucked at the achingly hard nubs. One wrapped its lips around her clit, attacking the sensitive bundle of nerves with its rapidly flicking tongue. The oversexed woman howled in ecstasy as yet another orgasm rocked her body. She convulsed and shivered. Her fingers and toes spread wide as she bucked and screamed in pleasure.
These newly identified appendages of Angelika’s were begging for attention according to the tentacles. Unused mouth-tentacles pressed themselves onto each outstretched digit and quickly began to suckle on them.
It was the oddest sensation ever. Angelika felt like she was in heaven as her fingers and toes were sucked on by twenty, tiny mouths at the same time. Her eyes flickered while she let out a guttural scream of excitement as orgasmic juices erupted from her well-fucked hole. The tentacles never ended. As one climaxed, another would take its turn while the first tentacle covered her body in it’s unholy jizz. It wasn’t long before Angelika felt another pair of tentacles prodding and fighting to gain entrance to her gushing sex. The priestess wasn’t even the least bit alarmed about this. She grunted loudly while one finally squeezed its way into her pussy along with the other two. The trio of tentacles quickly began twisting and writhing inside of her as if they were searching for something so very deeply inside of her.
The other tentacle that couldn’t find its way into her sex decided to take refuge in an area that looked like it could use another cock. Prodding at her already-filled anus, the vine had to use a bit more force to gain entry, but it popped in and surged forward, stretching the priestess to new levels. This adventurous tentacle wasn’t going to be stopped until it had explored every inch of the priestess’ guts.Angelika’s eyes widened as she was filled to the brim with tentacles. She couldn’t even tell how many were pumping in and out of her in alternating rhythms.
The priestess grunted as she felt the vine sliding deeper and deeper into her bowels. She felt the tickling sensation of the tip feeling around as it transversed her insides. Angelika felt more and more of it being fed into her ass and filling her completely. Meanwhile, the first tentacle was content with slowly thrusting into her tight, cum-dripping ass over and over again. She felt it pull out of her anal ring and then push right back in. The sensation of it gaining entry into her ass over and over again was amazing. Feeling the tight ring stretch to accommodate made her shiver with pleasure. The priestess was so overwhelmed by everything that was being done to her at once that she couldn’t even react to even half of it. Her senses were in a constant state of being overloaded.
Aneglika’s screams and grunts of pleasure continued for hours as orgasm after orgasm was forced upon her. She easily lost count, especially as her climaxes started to become more frequent and much more powerful until she started to grow numb to the sensation. As more and more of that mixture of demonic slime and cum dripped off her body, it created a large puddle on the shrine beneath her. The priestess had climaxed an innumerable amount of times from the tentacle’s probings and attention to her body.
Completely unnoticed by the writhing priestess, the puddle beneath her began to glow with an eerie purple light. A few more drips splashed against the pulsating mess before a bright light engulfed the cave. Angelika was completely lost in the pleasure as she was violated in every way by the demonic vines.
Once the light faded, the demon, Esme, appeared before Angelika again. A smirk quickly grew across her ruby red lips as she surveyed the cave and saw the priestess hanging upside down with tentacles violating every hole of the woman so thoroughly.
“Well then. I see you found some company while I was gone,” Esme cackled as she reached forward, her clawed fingers gently caressing over Angelika’s body.
The priestess groaned as she was brought to another orgasm. Angelika needed to save her strength to remain conscious so she could enjoy this intoxicating pleasure. She never wanted the vines’ probing to end.
“I expected my little servant to bring me back to this realm with the help of many offerings of carnal bliss over the period of a few days or weeks,” Esme giggled, “but to be back on the same day because my demonic vines forced a hundred orgasms from the same slutty priestess that banished me in the first place? That is just too perfect.”
The succubus fingers scooped over the priestess’ bound body and brought a handful of the mixed fluids to her mouth. She lustfully licked the liquid from her digits before purring with desire.
“Such a good little pet,” the succubus patted a tentacle as it quickly thrust into Angelika’s sex once more
. “You can let her go now. You need some rest after all of your hard work.”
And at her command, the tentacles pulled out of Angelika’s body and laid the cum-covered priestess onto the shrine once more. The priestess’ was completely exhausted. Her body was covered in sweat and cum. The slime dribbled from each hole, seemingly without stop. Her breasts rose and fell heavily with each and every breath. There was no way she could fight the succubus this time. Her mind was only filled with thoughts of being fucked by these tentacles forever, with only an afterthought of escape or defeating the succubus again. She would fight the evil demon after she took a nap, she decided.
“Mmm, yes, such a good pet,” Esme caressed a tentacle as it nuzzled against her thigh. “I can’t wait to punish this pet, though” The succubus giggled as she looked down at the messy, sleeping priestess…
3: Return of the Succubus
The tentacles slowly slid away from the groaning priestess at their mistress’ command. The crimson skinned succubus, Esme, was standing proudly over the human that had inexplicably banished her back to the demon realm.
“I don’t know how you did it,” the demon scolded, “but your mouth is something special.” Esme giggled as she looked over Angelika. “It’s a good thing that my pet tentacles could hear me just fine from the demon world as I ordered it to find suitable offerings for me.”
Angelika was far too worn out to fight back at this point. She was completely helpless against the succubus as she laid on the stone shrine, totally naked and covered in a mixture of sweat and cum. She was a complete mess due to her earlier exploits with the demon tentacle vines. Everything around the shrine was covered in the oily, green substance.
“What’s wrong, holy woman? Was my pet too much for you?” Esme taunted. “That’s too bad,” Esme grinned widely as she knelt down and gently patted the priestess on the head, “I’m still so very weak right now, and could easily be defeated if only there was someone that could lift a finger to attack me.” Pulling her clawed fingers away with the syrupy mixture on them, she brought her finger to her mouth and licked off the fluids. “I guess since there’s no one that can defeat me that I’ll just continue to use the women of Rockdale for my own personal needs.” Esme was enjoying the ability to mock the priestess. With her lack of response, she wondered if the woman was even still awake.
The succubus smiled widely as she marveled at her own tentacle-vine pets. “I would have never guessed that these mindless vines would be able to violate someone and finish the ritual in a day. It takes a total of 100 orgasms worth of sexual fluid mixed with demon cum to bring a succubus back from the other world. You’re either the happiest woman in the world right now, or I’ve found myself quite the squirter,” the demon laughed. The succubus stood up and circled the stone shrine, all the while, her wings fluttered and spread in an excited fashion.
“I have such a great idea for your punishment, pet! Do you want to hear it?” Esme giggled as she looked over to the barely conscious woman. The succubus glared and waited patiently, expecting some kind of response.
“Are you still alive? Did you get fucked to death, you silly human?”
Esme circled back around the shrine, coming to Angelika’s head and giving her a furious glare. She only saw the priestess’ goo-covered face with her eyes closed. She was still breathing as Esme could see from her gently rising and falling chest.
“I suppose you deserve a nap after bringing me back. It’s just a shame I won’t get to tell you your fate until you wake up.” Esme shrugged, “Oh well! I guess I can still make it fun somehow.” The succubus rolled her eyes as she turned and walked away, annoyed by the fact that her fun was being delayed at all.
Angelika groaned as she woke up. She had no recollection of what happened. All she knew was that she was sore. Every muscle ached, and each of her holes felt strange, to say the least. Her eyes suddenly bolted open as she remembered the events that had transpired. The priestess was still covered in that terrible ooze that kept her body tingly and sensitive. Considering how oversexed she was at the moment, she didn’t welcome the pleasant sensation.
She was thankful that she wasn’t in the cave anymore. She could tell she was in the safety of a man-made building now. Her eyes adjusted to the light around her and she saw the different colors beaming down on top of her through a stained glass window. Gazing to the source, she narrowed her eyes as she tried to concentrate. Her mouth opened in shock and disbelief as she realized she was in a church. She immediately tried to sit up, only to feel her wrists and ankles tightly secured with rope.
Angelika couldn’t believe she was bound and naked in a church. Not only was this embarrassing, but it felt wrong. There had to be some kind of rule against such immodesty. Angelika was in plain sight just in front of the podium, strapped down on her back to a large offering table with her arms and legs spread wide. It was a heavy piece of furniture. No matter how much Angelika struggled and wiggled, the table stayed completely still with no sign of budging.
“Help…?” She cried out in a confused tone. “Can anyone help me? Hello? Is anyone there?”
The priestess concentrated on a spell that would easily burn the ropes that bound her. She wasn’t in the demonic caves anymore so her powers should work just fine. In fact, since she was in a church her powers should have been amplified. Oddly enough, nothing happened. There wasn’t even the slightest flicker from the priestess’ palms. It didn’t make any sense.
Angelika laid there for the longest time. It must have been hours. Soon enough the sun stopped bombarding the chapel with its light show through the stained glass windows. Oddly enough, that mixture of cum and goo that covered her body never dried. The priestess was on the verge of falling asleep when she heard someone open one of the large, solid, wooden front doors. She could hear it echoing throughout the empty, cavernous depths of the church.
“Hello? Is someone there? I… I heard the door. I know you’re there. Please, help me? I was uh—attacked by a demon and brought here. You must help me!” Angelika pleaded.
She hoped that whoever had happened upon her wouldn’t ask too many questions. She wasn’t sure what a worse tale was: telling the people that she had been bested and humiliated by a demon, or telling them that she had technically won their first encounter by performing sexual acts on the succubus and that she had done such a great job blowing that demonic cock that she sent the demon back to its own realm. Angelika decided her best option was to say ,“I don’t remember any of it!” followed by bursting into tears.
The person approaching held a small unlit lantern in her hands. The sun was slowly setting behind the trees and the light in the chapel kept it only a bit brighter than complete darkness. Angelika craned her neck to try and get a better view of the individual. She could hear the thudding sound of shoes against the wooden floors. The priestess then heard another set of foot steps—and then another. They were all converging from different areas of the church. Angelika was starting to worry since these people hadn’t said a word to her so far. She wanted to call out to them again and explain herself, but the more she thought about it, the more she hoped they would just leave her alone.
The group finally surrounded her at the altar table. Angelika saw that they all wore black robes with hoods to cover their faces. Each carried a lantern. The priestess eyed them even as they approached without saying a word. She didn’t trust them at all, but she had to at least try and plead to their sense of morality, which she wondered if they possessed since they had a naked woman tied up in a church and weren’t rushing to help her.
“Let me go. My name is Angelika Dela Croix. I’m a priestess of The Order. I’m still in Rockdale, right?” The confused priestess could only assume that she had been transported to the town. “I was sent here to help—”
“—to help who!?” a familiar voice echoed out, followed by a sarcastic laugh.
Angelika knew that voice too well.
“Esme!” The priestess growled as she looked a
round for the demonic being.
“Oh, so you do remember my name! How quaint. And you’ve finally told me yours, as well.”
That voice still echoed through the empty chapel. The robed figures began to light their lanterns and placed them down on the floor. An eerie, flickering, orange glow filled the small area around the altar. A shadowy presence in the balcony of the chapel spread its wings intimidatingly wide. Angelika could see Esme’s glowing, red eyes and how they were locked with her own. The figure crouched down for a moment and dove off the balcony, only to land a few feet behind the grouping of concealed people. They quickly made way for the succubus to approach the bound priestess.
“It is such a pleasure to finally, formally meet you, Angelika. Such a lovely name. Very fitting for a delicate flower such as yourself.”
Esme was, as always, completely naked. Her red skin was easily visible in the dim light. The succubus reached down and caressed her fingers against the priestess’ goo-covered skin. With a soft sigh, Esme held her hand off to the side, and almost immediately, the closest robed figure sprung forward and grabbed the succubus by the wrist. The priestess’ eyes went wide with surprise. Maybe someone was going to help her after all! That idea was soon discarded as the figure fervently licked and suckled at the demon’s cum-covered fingers.
“You’ve deprived these ladies of their needs, Angelika. Do members of the clergy normally do that? It seems so rude of you. You should really be ashamed of yourself,” Esme scolded the captive priestess while pulling her hand away from the ravenous woman.
“These women are addicted to me. You know what it’s like,” the succubus giggled as she continued to survey Angelika’s body.
“You only had to endure physical contact with me for perhaps half an hour of lovemaking. These women are much more privileged than you are, however,” Esme spoke proudly. “My chosen ones have been with me for months—some even years. They yearn for me. They obey me. They even, dare I say, worship me. Which, is why I can be in this holy building,” The succubus grinned ever-so-widely.
