《The Tentacle of Fate》Chapter 2: From Within
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The naked woman smiled, and bowed gracefully causing her beautiful golden hair to fall downwards, “Greetings Human, my name is ⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹”
The female knight stared at the woman in front of her confused, she shook her head, and cleaned her ears with her pinky and asked, “Can you repeat that?”
The naked woman smiled, “I am ⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹”
“I see...”, the female knight smiled wearily, whenever the woman in front of her would say her name her words would suddenly grow inaudible and instead were replaced by several inharmonious noises that sounded like the combination of several cries and shrieks, as well as the grating sound of metal against metal.
Yet despite all this surprisingly it wasn’t jarring in the least, and even though she could make heads or tails of the woman's name whenever she would say her name it was remarkably pleasing to hear.
But this posed quite a problem for the female knight, she still had no clue who this woman before her was, nor did she know where she was. She closed her eyes, and thought about it for a moment, and asked, “Is this perhaps...the afterlife?”
“Nope”
“A dream?”
“Unlikely”
“A spell?”
The naked woman laughed, “You’re close, but not quite there.”
The female knight sighed, “Then just where are we? What’s going on here, and- hii!”
The female knight covered her mouth after involuntarily releasing a shriek. She hurriedly looked around, and then noticed that the wounds on her body had disappeared. It was as if they were never there, to begin with.
Yet her body still felt extraordinarily hot, but it wasn’t due to being seen naked, she had no qualms with that. But an indescribable heat filled her chest, and she gradually felt as if something were directly draining her strength causing her to fall to her knees.
The naked woman in front of her watched this and merely smiled, she took several steps forward and said, “I suppose I should apologize, it seems your body's not used to the energy just yet. And perhaps I was a bit too forceful.”
The female knight raised her head to look at the naked woman in front of her, but as she was going to say something a pleasant moan escaped her lips as the heat began to pervade the rest of her body.
The naked woman now standing in front of her kneeled down, cupping the female knight's breasts in her hands, “Let me provide some assistance”
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“What do you…”
The suddenly began fondling the female knight's breast, licking her sharp peaks over and over again causing the knight to feel the woman’s cool saliva coat her burning chest. The naked woman moved her hands without restraint as she pulled the females knights breast, twisted them, bit them, licked them, and squeezed them with all her might.
“Haa.. haa”
The female knight breathed heavily, she wanted to say something, she wanted to tell this woman to stop, but the pleasant sensation produced by her cool hands and tongue at times carefully caressing her breast and at times roughly playing with them had caused her to continue losing her strength.
The naked woman smiled, as she bit onto one of the knights beautiful peaks, her arms slowly lowering down to the Knights lower regions that had grown rather moist over the last few minutes.
The female knight turned to her in shock, and asked, “W-What are you…”
But then suddenly, her question was interrupted by a deep kiss. The naked woman extended her tongue coiling it around her female knight's tongue and she began playing with it allowing her own saliva to mix with the knight's.
The female knight once more tried to break free, but to her surprise, she found that kiss rather pleasant. As their saliva mixed together, she slowly began to enjoy the motion and began moving her own tongue.
As they separated, the female knight moved the woman's saliva in her mouth and was surprised to find that it tasted like a sweet nectar. And as she began to relax slightly allowing the woman's arm to fall down towards her most precious lower regions when suddenly the scenery changed once again.
Everything seemed to go dark or rather everything returned to the way it was before. The female knight looked around and she noticed that she was still in the small dark cave barely illuminated by her sword stuck to the ground.
She was still bound on all four limbs by these slimy tentacles, and she was still covered in wounds. Or at least, she was supposed to be covered in wounds. But as she looked around, she was surprised to find that although tentacles were wrapped around her entire body there wasn’t a single wound to be seen.
Not even that large wound from the werewolves remained, it was just like in that dream or perhaps it was an illusion, all her wounds had disappeared.
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A deep voice suddenly spoke, “Looks like you finally calmed down.”
The female knight looked around, but she couldn’t find the owner of the voice. She asked, “Who are you, where are you?”
The voice laughed, “Why I’ve already answered your first question, as for your second question…”
The ground beneath the female knight began shaking, and to her surprise, the tentacle monsters body appeared, “I’m right here.”
The female knight paused in shock, she hesitated for a moment, but then she asked, “Don’t tell me you’re…”
“The tentacle monster?”
She nodded her head, “Slimes and tentacle monsters shouldn’t have enough intelligence to be sentient.”
The tentacle monster laughed, “Well you aren’t wrong, but you Humans are so quick to forget. Who do you think faced the first Demon Emperor close to 500 years ago preventing him from unifying the Demon Clans?”
The female knight paused and recalled a tale she heard from a bard back in the Human Continent. It was a tale of the first Demon Emperor and the war he started in an attempt to conquer the world.
At first, he was weak, no stronger than many Demon Kings of the Demon Continent, but soon he enlisted the help of the First of Envy, who helped him recruit the First of Greed, and then the First of Wrath of the Seven Deadly Sins the Emperors group of personally picked retainers.
It was said with these three the Emperor rose from being a mere King to a true Emperor. Soon enough he recruited the Dragon Valley’s Great Dragon Lord to fill the seat of Pride. And finally, it was only after recruiting the First Pride did the Demon Emperor challenge the Hegemon of the North who stopped the Demon Emperor from conquering the remaining Demon Kings.
And this great Hegemon was what the world considered to be one of the weakest of species a slime. But the First of Sloth like the other members of the first generation were absolute monsters in their own right, and despite being merely a slime, the First of Sloth was impervious to nearly every form of magic, and physical attack. He was the Demon closest to being immortal, and was henceforth called the Slime God!
Though of course, this was simply a tale woven by the bard, there was no way to really know the truth of the matter. But it’s undeniable that there once existed an unimaginably powerful slime because the corpse of a massive slime became what is now known as the Slime Sea.
And even though she was a bit hesitant to acknowledge it, there was a talking tentacle monster sitting right below her. She turned to the tentacle monster and asked, “Okay, fine I’ll accept that you’re the one talking to me. So what do you want? To torture me? To kill me for revenge?”
The tentacle monster laughed, “Kill you for revenge? Don’t be silly! If I wanted to kill you I would have done it long ago.”
“Then what do you want with me?”
“Simple, I merely wanted a companion. Someone to talk to perhaps.”
“What!? But you’re…”
“A tentacle monster? But tentacle monsters get lonely too.”
“Then why couldn’t you just talk to other Demons? Why did you have to attack me? Why did you have to rape me?”
The tentacle monster laughed, “I apologize about that, you see I intend to assist you because you were so injured, but I thought you would be afraid so I intend to merely restrain you as I healed you.”
“I never expected that you would abandon everything for the sake of fighting me, even going as far as to stop healing your own wounds and allowing the wounds you closed to open up.”
The tentacle monster sighed, “And then when I finally restrained you, you began struggling as I was healing you so I had no choice but to try and calm you down. Little did I know you were still a virgin at this age…”
The female knight yelled, “Excuse me I’m still 22! That’s still a respectable age, not everyone is so easy you know!”
“Um…”, the tentacle monster paused, “I’m sorry?”
“Hmph”
“Anyway, I accidentally sent you into shock after penetrating you so suddenly so I decided to enter your consciousness to try and calm you down.”
“Ah” suddenly everything clicked into place, that naked woman from earlier, she was the tentacle monster, “But wait, why didn’t you just say you were trying to help me from the beginning?”
“Ah, well you see the thing is...my species cannot communicate verbally.”
“Then what are you doing right now?”
“Well you see, we can only communicate through intercourse...it’s only by connecting with a female's womb can we communicate with another.”
“...”
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