Attack the giant leech daemon

You cannot abandon your sister to being swallowed by this creature. You brandish the sword and charge into the barn. Somehow, the massive daemon senses your approach. With a loud slurp and a muffled cry, the fiend sucks poor Vala into its mouth and swallows her whole. It rears up off the ground and turns to face you.

"I'll cut her out of your belly!" you shout.

The pink mouth opens wide and for a moment you are paralyzed with the horror of dozens of pale pink tentacles writhing within. You see no trace of Vala in that awful, reeking pit.

Suddenly, a pair of tubular protrusions throb and lift from the edges of the daemon's inhuman mouth. Thick streams of translucent slime launch from these fleshy spigots and splatter your face, your body and soak your gown. The saturated fabric clings tight to your figure and your pink nipples stand out beneath the glistening goo-soaked gown.

You manage to hold onto the relic sword, but the potent toxin of the daemonic leech sends you to your knees. Your vision blurs and your feel a surge of heat and relaxation. Sexual desire builds in your loins. You fight it and **** your hand to tighten around your blade. Through the dripping veil of slime, you see, too late, that the leech is attacking.

The tentacles launch from its hideous mouth and wrap around your throat, your arms, legs, and your waist. Hot, slippery tentacles slither up your thighs and tear at your gown, trying to rip it open. The leech daemon does not give you a chance to recover from its venom. It drags you straight into its mouth, feet-first. The tight ring of its inhuman lips close around your ankles and it begins to pull you into its warm, squeezing gullet.

The daemon's tentacles are rubbing at your quim through your soaked underclothes. Throbbing pleasure begins to radiate from the creatures touch. You know you should lift the sword and try to invoke your goddess, but you are distracted by a tentacle thrusting into your mouth. Silky sweet slime pours down your throat. You fight to spit it out, but you swallow more than you manage to **** out of your mouth.

The leech sucks your up to your hips into its mouth. The slime is so warm around you. So comforting. You fight to keep your head clear. You fight to deny the desire welling with you as one of the tentacles wriggles into your underclothes and begins to rub at your virgin furrow. The swallowing muscles of the leech pull you into its gullet and darkness closes around you as you are sucked into the creature's mouth.

For long seconds you are in darkness, slithering and moving in its tight gullet. You can barely breathe as the hot walls push all around you. The tentacles slip free of your body as you are pulled deeper, emerging into a steamy chamber of dripping sphincters and coiled tentacles. You splash into a puddle of liquid that warms your flesh. There is a throbbing, inner glow in this secret place and by its light you dreamily witness the true horror of the leech daemon's inner body.

Vala has been pulled be tentacles against the wall and she hangs several inches above the slippery floor. Her quim and anus are stuffed with squirming tentacles and dripping with the foamy discharge of the leech's daemonic seed. Her eyes are dull with lust. She sees you, but can only blink slowly as her mouth is filled with another tentacle. Her fat breasts are covered with suctioning cups that rhythmically pump at her breasts and pull her nipples into throbbing, translucent chambers.

The poor horse-tender is only the first stage in a process that you see underway with other women. Not sisters, but previous victims of the daemon. You see three by the dim light, each with hugely swollen breasts and bloated bellies. Their arms and legs have actually begun to fuse with the flesh of this inner chamber, freeing the tentacles that would be holding them in place.

The eyes of these poor women are completely white and, as you watch, one shudders and moans faintly and with a gruesome splatter of liquid several leeches are born from her distended cunt to wriggle on the floor beneath her. A tentacle pushes them towards a sphincter that will, presumably, expel them from the leech's body. The cups sucking at the breasts of these women gurgle with the constant slurping discharge of milk from their breasts. The leech is draining them as food and using them as surrogate wombs.

You realize, through your haze of lust, that the tentacles are beginning to wrap around you and pull your legs wide apart. This is your fate too. Your left arm is already wrapped in a tentacle. Another slithers towards your right, which still holds the relic sword. It would be so nice if you just let go of that sword and allowed the tentacles to do as they pleased with your aching, cum-hungry body.

Somewhere, buried beneath the smothering effects of the toxin, a small, but righteous voice cries for you to fight the lust. To take up the blade and cut your way back out of here with sister Vala.