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Paladin's Downfall (Red x Causeway)

Tears rolled down Castiana's cheeks, but that was the least of her problems. She could feel the familiar pressure in her nethers of a building orgasm, drawing ever more near with each rhythmic pound into her. Her gagged moans got closer together, and more and more high-pitched. All too quickly, her legs spasmed in their tight holds, and she let out a wailing moan, as femme jizz squirted from around the tentacle that was spearing her.

One of the smaller tendrils in Iliana's throne reached up and stroked her cheek affectionately. Then they wrapped around her arms and legs, holding her upright in her regal, dignified position. The tentacle in her anus started sliding in and out rapidly, going from not even being inside her, just pressed up against her pucker, to filling her rectum and back in one second each cycle.
 
Castiana's orgasm only spurred the creature on further. Iliana watched with pleasure, grinning wickedly at the sounds her pet was making as she was thoroughly violated. The knight leaked her juices all over the fleshy floor, and they were greedily absorbed while the beast continued to have its way with her. Indeed, now she had a third to contend with, this one beginning to plow her ass while the one in her cunt took her all the harder. Her throat was kept full to the brim, and she'd see something slither up into her vision. A tentacle far thicker than the rest, the end of it dribbling with gooey seed. Only a glimpse of it before the particularly large tendril vanished from her sight into the mass.

Iliana, meanwhile, was rather enjoying herself. She gave the tendril at her face a sloppy little kiss before it pulled away, joining the others in restraining her. The beast could never truly hope to keep her in bondage, of course, but where was the fun in that? She liked to give in and pretend. Besides... the beast did its best work when she let it have its way with her. It had her, albeit much more easily than it had her pet, hammering away at her backside in a wild fury. She moaned aloud, letting the sounds of her pleasure encourage it. "Ah! AHH! Oh, you bastard! You do know what I like~!"
 
Bastard, indeed the last lucid part of Castiana's mind thought as the third tentacle forced its way up her ass pucker, making a loud squelching sound as the thick layer of slime over it spread apart the walls of her rectum. The tentacles began pumping in an alternating pattern, one sliding into her pussy when the other pulled out of her ass, and vice versa. The sides of her walls clung to the tentacles; the rim of her asshole bulged every time it pulled out. In spite of the meat stuffed down her throat, she was quite vocal.

Meanwhile, the tentacle in Iliana's ass turned on itself, forming a corkscrew-shape as it rubbed up against the demon's rectum. It twisted tightly, then reversed its direction, pulling out. It began "drilling" into the demon's ass.
 
Up her ass and down her throat, with all the unholy vigor it could muster. Though, soon enough, the one in her cunt did an odd thing: It pulled out. She was left to drip and pant for several seconds as her other holes were more thoroughly violated, though she'd not be left alone for long. Oh, no. That thick, drooling phallus slithered up between her thighs, and... well... it almost fit. It wanted to fit, very very badly. Bigger than an orc's shaft, bigger than any other tentacle here, the blunt end slowly but surely forced its way inside of her, filling her the knight's pussy to the brim and then some as it did so.

Iliana, meanwhile, was squirming with delight in her "chair". The beast was doing all manner of obscene things to her backside, and she was left moaning and panting, with the occasional, absolutely unladylike grunt escaping her. Her hips rocked and ground against the beast's spiraling rod, her empty sex drooling hungrily between her thighs.
 
Castiana managed to spit out the one in her throat for a moment, as the massive one approached, covered in... well they weren't exactly spikes, or barbs, either. But she certainly didn't want this oozing thing anywhere near her sex! "Gods above and below, what in the unholy hells is that!" she screamed, as it descended to her puffy pink pussy. "Eeerrrugh...AAARUUUUGGH~!!!!" She screamed, as it tried very hard to fit in her. One could almost hear her flesh creaking as it spread her netherlips apart wide, and stretched out her inner walls. "I'M BEING SPLIT IN HALF~!!!!!!!!"

Meanwhile, the tentacle-chair continued its drilling ass-fuck, spiraling deeper up Iliana's colon with every thrust, and stretching her rectum ever wider and wide. The chair pulled her back in a reclining position, and spread her legs apart, giving it better access to her drooling, hungry sex. But it would not feed it, oh no. At least, not in the ususal way. A thin, whiplike tentacle snaked up, and with a snap lashed across the demon's netherlips, leaving a bright red welt.
 
Her throat was evacuated, for the moment, the tendril hanging menacingly overhead as she voiced her displeasure at what was to come. Indeed, the oozing tentacle that now pressed between her thighs wasn't smooth as its comrades had been. The phallus was covered in all manner of rubbery little bumps, throbbing little things that she'd no doubt feel as she was stretched out by the beast. As it forced its way in, Iliana tried to watch... but, she had business of her own to tend to. "Don't fight it, dear! It'll only get better~"

The succubus, meanwhile, was tilted back in her "chair", gasping and moaning like the sweet, wanton whore she was. The drilling of her rear end had her panting with lust, body squirming as she rocked against the beast, seeming to never gain quite enough friction. Her lover, however, wouldn't simply spear her as it had her pet. It teased, flicking little whips across her cunt, causing her to cry out. "Ah! Ahhh~, you vile beast! Such a tease... I've taught you well," she purred, eyes rolling towards the ceiling as she panted and writhed.
 
"BETTERRR!!!! OOHHHHH-ARRRRUUUGGHNNNN~" Castiana screamed, rolling her head back as the massive meat member plowed into her, stretching her to insane limits. She could feel each throbbing bump with her walls, pulsing in time with her heartbeat, it seemed. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, her face began to metamorphosize. The corners of her mouth started to turn upwards, into a stupefied grin, her tongue hung out loosely, and her eyes rolled back.

Meanwhile, the chair kept doing what it had been doing, but more so. Another pair of whip-tentacles rose up, and began to strike Iliana repeatedly on the titties, specifically targeting her nipples though often missing to the amount of jiggle present in the target.
 
Castiana had been singled out for a rather unholy purpose, indeed. The plundering of her ass was downright quaint and inconsequential compared to the fresh madness going on between her thighs. The knobbly shaft plunged stubbornly into her cunt, every thrust producing a sloppy mess of ooze that either spurted up into her or ran in sticky rivers down her thighs. It was a slow, steady grind in and out of her, though the beast seemed determined to make it work. Even as it fucked her, she'd find a number of tendrils slithering up towards her face. Thin, stringy things that curled around her lolling tongue, exploring her as she made her lewd little face.

The succubus might have enjoyed the show, might have fawned over what a good slut her pet was being, but she had business of her own. The beast spared her all sorts of attention, her moans and cries echoing in the high ceiling as her ass was thoroughly, wildly fucked. That wasn't all, of course, it was never all. Her breasts, which had been sorely lacking for attention, became the target of a pair of whips. Over nipples and across generous flesh, the tentacles created all manner of little red welts, every lash earning something between a groan and a delicious, lust-filled cry.
 
Castiana payed no heed to the tendrils curling around her tongue, or the ones around her breasts. In fact, she barely noticed the plundering of her ass anymore. All of her attention was devoted to the insanity occurring between her legs. The massive tentacle shoved wetly into her cooch, producing loud squelching noises and causing excess ooze to splurt out from between her vulvar lips and the sides of the appendages, dripping sloppily onto the floor. Her abdomen bulged an obscene amount with every thrust; if her navel was not already an outie, it would've been one by now. By now, the sword sister's expression is decidedly what would be considered "ahegao".

Meanwhile, the whip-tendrils at Iliana's breasts began to wrap around her nipples and tug harshly, stretching the flesh out then letting go, so that her breasts snap back into shape, jiggling like jello. The same is done with her clit.
 
Castiana was a sight to see. She was drunk on tentacles, and she made no effort to hide it. Her cunt was hammered into submission by the massive shaft inside of her, every few thrusts pumping a fresh glob of ooze into her nethers. Her body was shamelessly used as a cocksleeve, plundered and raped while she simply gave in to the sensations that took her. Her tits were squeezed so that they bulged outward, her ass hammered steadily by a determined tendril. Her mouth, utterly unresponsive save for that wild grin she wore, was explored by small tendrils as if she were a curiosity that needed mapping out. All the while, she might begin to feel a squirming of some sort, deep inside of her...

Iliana, shameless as she was, gave in gladly to the torturous, teasing pleasures of the tendrils. Her hips humped desperately at the tentacle in her ass, cries escaping her as her nipples were tortured. That insistent tug at her clit, however, was what did her in. She'd desperately needed attention there for some time now, having been quite on edge... and as the flesh snapped wetly, her cries of ecstasy echoed loudly in the cavern. "Ah! HAHHHH~ Again! Ooooh, I... ooooh~" She came, and she came hard, pleasure exploding in every little nerve ending while centering down in her cunt.
 
"Huhh.. what..." Shaking her head to clear her of the probing tendrils, Castiana sat up, her face still partially stupefied. She felt something squirming inside of her, and when she looked, there were uneven bulges in the skin of her belly. "What's... happening to me... there's something inside me... feels so strange... Ughhn~... UNNNFFF~!!!" With that, the sword sister climaxed again, a mix of femme jizz and excess tentacle ooze squirting out of her pussy.

Meanwhile, the chair reacted pleasantly to Iliana's orgasm. AS it absorbed the sweet nectar thereof, a second, tubelike tentacle creeped up the demon's drilled back door. It created a tight seal with the puckered anus, and begun pumping in massive quantities of ooze, quickly filling the demon's rectum.
 
Writhing little bulges made themselves visible just beneath the surface of her stomach's skin, growing slowly but steadily larger. Her question got no answer from Iliana; the demoness was currently unavailable for comment, writhing and shouting as her back passage was filled to the brim with slick oozes. The beast had learned long ago that there were harsh consequences indeed for attempting to use the succubus for its own breeding... but, today, it had the knight, and it seemed determined that, if it couldn't fill Iliana's cunt with its seed, it would give her plenty up the ass. She squirmed at the delightfully obscene sensations visited on her rear, moaning throatily as the knight was slowly, steadily lowered to the ground, arms and legs still bound up in bundles of coils. The huge shaft in her still fed ooze steadily to her core, pumping her full of what the succubus refused to accept. Tendrils wound slowly about her bare torso, wrapping her up almost possessively as the hammering continued, preparing her for what was soon to come.
 
Slowly coming back to her senses after cumming, Castiana began to look down "Errugghh... no... nooo...." She struggled in vain against the tendrils that were wrapping around her torso, enveloping her like a spider wraps up a fly. "Oh goddess... I can feel... my insides... revolting against their... proper nature...." And yet the massive tentacle still began slowly pumping more of its abominable seed into her womb.

Neither did the tentacle in Iliana's ass stop pumping. The creature seemed determined to give all of its seed to both women, or rather, the one woman and the one monster. Soon the succubus's belly was bulging with the amount of cum pumped into her body.
 
The tentacles crawled over her flesh, cocooning her in a surprisingly gentle fashion as they squirmed across her. Tiny ones beneath the main mass slithered in small circles around nipples and clit, her breasts bound tight from base to teat and squeezed in a slow, steady rhythm that matched the continued fucking of her ass. Her poor, abused cunt was left with the enormous shaft resting within it, seed pumping into her in great gouts now as it fought to give her the last of it.

Within her womb... that seed began to quicken at an unholy pace.

The seed within Iliana was meant for no such purpose. She'd threatened to smite the beast into ruin if it dared to get her pregnant. No, this was the beast playing. She was panting as it simply filled her up from her ass, her innards beginning to feel heavy and sticky with its cum. "Ahh... youuu truly are a bastard," she teased, sounding almost drunk with the lusts of the moment. "Such a mess you're making... ahhn~"
 
Her head and eyes lolling loosely about, Castiana could do little in her current predicament. Her ass spasmed in time with each thrust, and little white beads of liquid were starting to form on her nipples. Her stomach continued to erratically bulge. "I think... I'm going... to burst..."

Meanwhile, Iiliana's stomach was swelling from the amount of cum globbed up her ass.
 
Castiana was held in that firm embrace, tendrils rubbing themselves almost possessively across the swell of her stomach. While that happened, she might feel similar sensations just below the skin. Amidst the absurd amount of cum that had been pumped into her, something was beginning to move. Or, perhaps, several somethings. Whatever the case, the huge shaft finally backed out of her abused pussy, excess seed slopping messily down her thighs and ass, which continued to be violated almost as an afterthought. The leaking of her nipples prompted a response as well, her tits squeezed roughly by winding tentacles from base to tip, the flesh bulging out while thinner ones looped themselves around the newly wet teats and tugged lightly.

Iliana, meanwhile, was hardly in any state to respond. Each swell brought a rush of pain, her mouth hanging open as she drew breath in long, husky gasps. Her eyes rolled back in her head, every inch of her quivering as the damnable beast had its way with her. Oh, she'd get her vengeance in time. For now, relegated to little more than a sideshow to the main attraction, it was all she could do to keep from shattering the illusion to free herself and give the creature something painful to think about.
 
Castiana grabbed a pair of tendrils in her hands, and squeezed onto them as tightly as possible. She knew the truth, as much as she wished to deny it. The monster had flooded her womb with its seed, and now she was carrying its spawn. She knew it would only get worse, as her belly would swell to just beneath the point of bursting, then her abominable progeny would emerge from her nethers to haunt the world. She said nothing, made little noises save for her gasping pants.

As the tentacles milked her breasts, yet more of her milk squirted out of her tits in ever greater pressures. This was enough to elicit more moans from the sword sister.

As for Iliana, the beast waited until her stomach was as large and swollen as a woman nine months pregnant before it finished with her. As it pulled out of her puckered asshole, it shot one last glob, this one thick and congealing, plugging her rectum and keeping all the spermy goodness inside.
 
The fleshy lengths she grabbed hold of wove themselves between her fingers and around her wrists, holding her as much as she held them. All the while the writhing within her intensified as the dark spawn of the beast grew within her. Indeed, with several of them growing steadily larger with each passing moment, her ordeal was far from over. While her tits offered up milk - a byproduct of her unnatural and all-too-immediate pregnancy - they were worked for all they were worth, squeezed roughly while the nipples were tugged, allowed to snap back, and tugged again. Nevermind that something was now sliding down the cum-slick mess of her cunt, rather than up into it...

Iliana lay in the embrace of the creature, feeling hot and dreadfully heavy. Her tail lay mostly limp between her thighs, swaying lazily back and forth while the beast held her. Smirking, she let her head loll to the side, her lips planting a kiss on the nearest tendril. "You wicked bastard," she cooed, almost affectionately. "Better her than me, at least..."
 
By this point, Castiana's belly was as large as Iliana's, but instead of being uniformly round like the demoness, her belly writhed as though the spawn within were trying to rip their way out of her womb. "I'm... going... to die..." The sword sister moaned as she tried to spread her legs apart, sensing the imminent birth. Her cum-coated vulvar lips began to open wide, as her firstborn prepared to enter the world. Her tits were practically gushing milk, a ridiculous, unnatural amount.
 
Her role as broodmother was solidified, then. The beast dragged her thighs apart for her, small tendrils tugging the lips of her sex apart to aid in what was to come. Thick cum pumped and dribbled out of her as, slowly but surely, her womb was evacuated. She'd feel the crawl of rubbery tendrils within her, creatures working to slither their way out of her... and then, there it was. A pinkish tentacle slipped out of her open cunt, seeking purchase on her thigh. Then, another, and another. It hauled itself out, bit by bit, until it flopped wetly onto the floor. Somewhere, amidst the small mass of tendrils... the beast had two legs. And more were on their way.
 
"Errughhh~!!" the knight screamed in pain, as inch by inch, her new offspring crawled down and out of her womb. The opening of her sex stretched wider and wider apart, until it was wide enough for the newborn aberration to pass through. Alien, otherworldly noises came from it as it breached, pink tendrils waving about. "Goddess... what is that thing..." Castiana whimpered, still in the throes of labor.

Worst of all, she could still feel its brethren inside her, and another was preparing to be born.
 
There was another. A third. A fourth. Slowly but surely, they piled out of her, flopping out onto the cum-soaked floor between her thighs where they struggled until they could take their first steps. Their heads were like those of some eldritch horror, round and mouthless with huge black eyes and tendrils danging from their faces. They had arms and legs, yes, but even those seemed to be composed of little more than tentacles. Their bipedal form was the only thing human in them... they seemed to care little about where they'd just come from, or about the woman who'd birthed them.

"Congratulations," came Iliana's breathy moan from her seat. "You've spawned some abominations. I must say, they don't look like you at all, though..."
 
With each one's departure, Castiana gave another terrible moan of pain. If any good could be said to have come of this, it is that her swollen belly is growing smaller with each birthing. After a time, she sits up as far as she can in her cocoon, and looks at the litter of spawn before her. "They... they are... unspeakable..."
 
With every small abomination birthed, the wriggling pressure within her lessened, as did the swell of her stomach. It was after a fifth and final horror slid its way out of her that she was finally free of them. While she panted and moaned, the little abominations began finding their feet, eyeing her curiously. "Oh, dear," came the lazy voice of Iliana, locked in the embrace of her chair. "They don't look a thing like you," she teased. "Are you certain they're yours?" She groaned softly, unable to rid herself of the excess cum just yet. "Never you mind. They're not the sort of things that need a mother, anyhow... likely they'll put down roots and get as big as this brute in time."
 
The sword sister said nothing, just twitched as the tentacles that cocooned her continued to milk her titties and pound her ass. Said ass was now exceptionally inviting to anything in the future which may wish to enter it. She breathed deeply, trying to calm back down, hoping the tentacle monster would let her go soon.
 
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