Cracks in her armor.

One Class Upgrade Remaining.

She closed her eyes as I reached for her, still too stunned to do much of anything else. Her skin was slick with perspiration, but it didn't burn me. That's what mattered. For good measure, I stripped her of all her jewelry. It was more than likely enchanted. She offered no resistance.

Emboldened, I coiled long tentacles around her middle, pinning her arms to her sides and squeezing until her ribs creaked with the strain of the immense pressure. She struggled to draw full breaths and gasped for air as I lifted her from the ground, wrapping each of her legs tightly and spreading them wide.

She was defeated. Helpless. I knew it, but I wanted to make certain she knew it.

I pressed my nostrils to her perfect pussy and inhaled deeply, extending my longue tongue to give her an experimental lick. Then a more thorough examination, probing gently between her folds.

She whined and thrashed weakly in my grasp, gasping as she felt the barbs respond to her protests. She whimpered once in frustration and humiliation. If she'd had her full breath she'd likely have been cursing at me. This was much better.

By the time I was satisfied with her taste, her pussy was wet and ready. I noted that her wetness wasn't entirely my saliva with an amused grin. No matter what her mind wanted, her body was betraying her already. The poor thing, I wondered if she really was the cliched virgin priest. With a body like hers, it would have been surprising.

She struggled weakly, her brain running on low oxygen as I continued constricting her chest. My tentacles circled her just below her generous breasts, forcing them up and out in such a lovely display.

It was time.

She hovered a few feet above the ground, squirming in my tentacles, flat on her back. My cock shot out of its sheath, aching to remind the priestess that she was first and foremost a woman.

I didn't wait. I was done waiting. I pulled her body to mine and penetrated her slowly. She was very tight, but not a virgin. Three inches. I shoved the first flared ridge inside her and kept pressing. Six inches. She whined, but I ignored it.

I pressed deeper, feeling her body strain and stretch around me. The third notch stopped me and I paused at nine inches.

She trembled, breathing in quick shallow gasps. The knife still protruded from her belly, forgotten in my haste to have her. No, that was wrong. I wanted to be the only thing she felt as I took her.

I plucked the knife from her body, causing her to cry out and tremble as fresh blood oozed from the deep wound. I placed a hand to her abdomen and healed her.

Priest Skill: Healing Magic - Level 1
Mana 3/90

Her trembling stopped as the wound closed. She blinked, dazed and confused, probably trying to process what had happened. Monsters weren't Priests. Monsters couldn't heal.

I took another beat and visualized the black mark of Melanoche on the priestess's pale skin. It would be so beautiful. I stretched my hand over her chest to brand her and cast the spell.

Priest Skill: Dark Magic - Mark
Mana 0/90

The magic left me but when it touched her it just vanished. Melanoche could not have this one; she was already sworn to another god. I lowered my hand to her abdomen, considering what could be done about that. She would have to be made to come willingly. To swear off her god. I grinned. This was going to be fun.

The pause had given my chemical compounds time to work on my new toy. Her pussy was drooling around my cock, welcoming me.

My hand still on her taut belly, I stroked her soft skin down to her hip and held her firmly, forcing the next ring to enter her.

She grunted pitifully and I relaxed my grip on her ribs slightly, letting her take a few deeper gulps of air.

"I want to hear that pretty voice of yours."

Her body quivered around ten inches of my cock, but she hadn't lost her fire. "Go back to hell." Despite her bravado, she braced herself for pain. She was so tough, so strong. Her will iron.

I stopped myself as a thought occurred to me. "Ah, so that's it." Pain alone would never break this woman. I could **** her until she screamed herself hoarse, but I had felt her mind and I knew her determination.

She was goading me. She preferred the pain; she could handle it. What she feared was pleasure. She didn't want to enjoy this.

She wanted me to brutalize her so she could find refuge inside her mind.

I eased my cock back out of her, releasing a gush of her own lubricating fluids. They soaked her between her thighs and ran down her slit to her taint, dripping to the ground.

I moved my cock to her puckered asshole and eased the narrow tip inside with little resistance. She gasped and began struggling more earnestly as three inches slipped inside.

"What are you doing?" She cried. "No! Stop!"

Her muscles would relax soon, but that would be too easy. I ****, and the first ring broke through. She gapsed and groaned, gritting her teeth. She'd wanted pain. I pressed harder, forcing the second wide ridge past her right ring of muscle and buried my cock in her to the third ring. Six inches deep.

She panted and squirmed, seemingly unconcerned with the barbs cutting into her or the thin trickles of blood decorating her perfect skin.

I lifted her into more of an upright position so I could see her face. "Now for the fun part." I laughed, and moved a fat, smooth tentacle to her dripping pussy, entering her deeply in a smooth motion.

She moaned, and when she did I thrust another three inches of cock into her ass.

She screamed. Finally. It was beautiful. Her legs shook and she panted for air, shutting her eyes against the pain.

I resumed fucking her pussy with my tentacle, gently, deeply. She groaned, frustrated, and then whimpered softly. "N-no... please..."

I grinned, encouraged by her begging. She knew she was dealing with a monster. She knew it would be useless to appeal to a sense of mercy. No, that "please" had come subconsciously. An admission of her helplessness more than an actual attempt to sway me.

There would be no hiding from me inside her mind. I pressed the fourth ridge against her stretched ass, increasing the pressure as my pleasure tentacle **** another moan from her lips.

A trained mind could hide in pain. Withdraw. Endure it. But pleasure was different.

She couldn't brace against the pain while embracing the pleasure. The pleasure became her only refuge from the pain. Her body did this automatically, her mind was trapped between the two, unable to ignore any of it.

The fourth ring broke through and she screamed again, another three thick inches sinking quickly into her ass.

I never stopped fucking her with my tentacle as I gradually took her ass. She trembled, tears in her eyes. She wouldn't look at me directly. "Please..."

She smelled of arousal, shame, and fear. She was begining to understand.

But I was just getting started.