Feast.

I loved the way a woman thrashed when she couldn't breathe.

There was something indescribably erotic about holding her very life in the balance with a thick, phallic tentacle. I had worried about teeth and biting at one point, but the tentacles were thick and rubbery. They didn't yield to teeth very well. My victims would exhaust their jaws long before they could chew through that skin, and I liked to keep the tentacles in motion. Teeth were simply not an issue. It made **** a throat one of my greatest pleasures.

Desha did not disappoint, writhing desperately against my grasp as I administered carefully controlled windows of opportunity for her to draw breath. I let her get just enough oxygen to her brain to keep her fully conscious and aware of everything else I was doing to her.

Teasing her breasts made her jump so I deployed two grappler tentacles to softly brush against her nipples, teasing her sensitive body even as I fucked her with a solid twelve inches of my monstrous cock. Her taut little body responded beautifully to every touch, and she came for me surprisingly quickly. She did like it rough. I grinned and withdrew the tentacle from her throat as she came so the whole room could hear her lewd cries. I gave her a small break to draw proper breath and then resumed stretching her tight throat. She was a little trooper. I actually wondered if she enjoyed it.

She came a second time before I did. The narrow tip of my long dick **** its way into her cervix before I unloaded into her fertile womb. She'd have screamed for me again, then, as her muscular abdomen inflated, but her throat was still full of flesh, so it only registered as a vague thrumming against my tentacle. As I pumped her more than full of my potent seed, I cut off her air until her eyes fluttered and her body started shaking. Then I laid her gently aside to leak cum and gasp for breath as I turned to check on Roslinde's progress with the others.

Most of the women were completely naked. A few even trembled on hands and knees facing away from me, trying desperately not to think about the thing that was definitely about to happen to them. Roslinde had found a scrap of leather or something and was whipping one of the less cooperative women while a skeleton held her victim defenseless. A few cried, but most were just resigned to their inescapable fate.

I moved closer to the group. They were no threat to me and from the way things were proceeding I didn't anticipate mass panic or scattering like sheep. Things were well in hand and I could start to truly indulge. Good.

My tentacles pulled two of the kneeling women towards me, one cried out as she struggled briefly but immediately decided against it as a thin trail of blood appeared on her arm. Each woman got a smooth tentacle in her cunt so I could decide which to impregnate first. The stocky woman with sandy blonde hair strained against me while her darker companion moaned softly.

I chose the copper-skinned moaner. Moving the tentacle from her pussy to her tight asshole, I dragged her backwards across the floor onto my cock to penetrate her from behind. I wasn't especially gentle, but neither was I trying to tear her open. I had a lot of women to get through, and I wasn't interested in playing nurse when I was finished. Desha had been a special treat for me and I'd taken a moment to really enjoy her but the rest were just wombs to be filled.

The woman grunted and groaned as I stretched both her lower holes on my thick appendages. I didn't **** the third ring of my cock into her, so she may have even enjoyed herself. I wasn't really paying attention. I fucked her with one tentacle and my cock while I worked the next woman up to a sopping mess, restraining both with my long grapplers. I pumped her full of seed and moved on to the blonde, dragging a third and fourth woman towards myself as I did.

I refined my technique with each new mate. One grappler and one fucker for each woman on deck while I simply put hands on the one I fucked with my cock. I enjoyed a violent, forceful **** as much as the next cold, unfeeling tentacle monster, but there were just too many holes to make each one meaningful. A wet cunt was easier to fuck than a dry one, so as I battered down the cervix of one woman beneath me, three more were carefully brought to orgasm on my tentacles until I was ready for them.

I enjoyed the symphony of moans and cries filling the room. The atmosphere gradually shifted from one of **** fear to general lust and sexual exploration. Women stopped fighting me as I dragged them around and filled their holes ruthlessly. As more and more of the women broke down into moans of surprised delight, those I reached for with my long grapplers seemed almost willing to be taken. Curious at the very least. Humans were a highly impressionable creature, often blindly following general consensus.

It was a wild orgy with me in the center of it. I fucked them in every position I could think of, seeking out each woman's weak spots and pleasure centers. Some I fucked upside down as they hung helpless in my coils. Some doubled over with their knees lashed to their chest for sharp frantic thrusts. Hands and knees, flat on back, even standing with hands pressed to the wall. I found what would make each one writhe with pleasure and I **** her to give in to her body's biology until it was her turn.

While each one melted at the touch of my tentacles, not all of them were fans of the cock. I fucked them mechanically, focusing on maintaining my sperm production, managing eight different tentacles, and analyzing four different women at any given time. Unraveling them, dominating them, and then breeding them one after the other. I tried to savor each woman's unique way of gasping and squirming as my cock pierced her, but it was distracting. Business before pleasure, I reminded myself.

There would be plenty of time to fuck each of them again and again after they were pregnant.

Every so often, I heard Jetta's pained cries of pleasure as another orgasm ripped through her. I couldn't know if she was genuinely enjoying the show, or if she was just diligently masturbating, but I had no doubts she was doing her best to carry out my instructions. I looked at her at one point and she was a panting mess of milk and pussy juices, fingers working furiously inside her soaked slit. She met my eyes as I watched her for a moment, but she had no energy to communicate.

And then, finally, only Roslinde remained. She'd long since discarded her clothing and was pinching her own nipples as she watched me work my way through the village women. I saved her for last because I had something special in mind for her, something I understood instinctively to be a specific request from Melanoche to be carried out by me, her champion.

First I took her with a pair of grapplers for her waist and arms and filled her pussy with a single phallic tentacle as I had with the others. More than any of the others, she walked willingly into my grasp. As I ran out of other women to breed, she played host to more and more of my tentacles. Coiling her chest, spreading her legs, and filling all three of her holes as I finished breeding the last of her friends.

I let myself enjoy Roslinde after all my hard work; focusing on a single wriggling female was luxuriously simple after that whole production.

I **** her to come again and again and again on my tentacles while I watched her smug superiority gradually give way to fatigue and then a faint sort of worry as the stimulation grew to be too much. And still I **** her, forcing her to come simply because I enjoyed watching it happen, because Melanoche demanded she be broken. After tormenting her for what I deemed long enough, I finally moved her into position. Face down before me, hanging helpless in the air. Her delightfully fat ass jiggled slightly as I pulled both tentacles from her lower holes and lowered her to grip her hips with my hands and pull her onto my cock.

All the way down. I shoved her down around the thick base of my cock, bottoming out in one violent thrust.

Her back arched and she let out a strangled cry of surprised pain, shaking on the edge of another unwanted orgasm. And I fucked her. Hard and deep, at a leisurely pace that felt really good after so many shallow, hurried half-thrusts to work through the gaggle of women without breaking them too badly. This one was just for me.

Roslinde screamed and came again on my cock, massaging my entire length with twitches and spasms of her whole body. I tired of her cries and filled her throat again with a tentacle. A tentacle that had been in at least ten cunts already that day alone. It shut her up immediately. She thrashed for me as her lungs burned and I smiled.

"Your body is mine, you said. You begged me to take you." I hunched over her body to speak low into her ear as I pounded a steady rhythm deep inside her. "You do belong to me, Roslinde. As much as any of the others do. I placed you above them for a task but already you forget your place. You worship the Black Night and she knows your heart. Do not grow arrogant, but be grateful. Right now you are livestock, no different from the others. A mere animal. But you could become so much more. Submit, be humble, be broken and remade, and she will give you power and privilege in her dominion."

Tears streamed from Roslinde's eyes but she nodded as best she could around my tentacle in her mouth and throat.

I stuck her with my stinger-tentacles for good measure. I hadn't bothered with the others; that venom actually took time to brew up in large quantities, and I wanted Roslinde specifically to feel the effects. I fucked her hard for another several minutes before finally releasing a flood of semen into her waiting womb. I laid her on the ground and healed her definitely damaged body as she trembled and whimpered. Melanoche was pleased. Through the Mantle I could almost hear her thoughts as my own.

Priest Skill: Healing Magic

I rose to my full height, looking down at her quaking form. "Stay in your place and and you will be rewarded for your loyalty. But lose the attitude or I'll kill you myself."

She nodded. "Yes, Master. Forgive me."

"It's done." I said and turned from her to survey the room.

Jetta, Roslinde, Desha, and fifteen other women all stared at me. All pregnant with my children. None dared to be the first to speak to me after everything they'd seen and experienced. My Alpha perk assured that all would feel submissive towards me now that I'd fucked them, and after watching the display of dominance I'd made with my treatment of Roslinde, they were truly cowed. Better still, they shared this experience together, and this would become the basis for their community bonds, setting me at the center of their simple lives forever.

Jetta broke the silence with a loud whine of orgasmic release, breathy and **** and I released her from her command to masturbate. She collapsed onto the chair, trembling visibly. She was exhausted and overstimulated. "T-thank you, m-master." she said softly, taking the word from Roslinde's language, I assumed.

I didn't correct her. I was her master. It just felt really good to hear her offer the title freely. I was going to fuck her really good for that one; make sure she never forgot it. I grinned as I became aware of the faint tickle in my core that indicated I'd **** and impregnated myself another Monster Race level.

I let my Mantle of Blackest Night dissipate and moved to rest in the midst of my harem of soon-to-be mothers. A few of them shied away from me but most of them actually stayed put as I approached. I set three of them to work cleaning my cock with their mouths, guiding them at first until they learned not to use their hands. I made Desha kneel to offer her thighs as a pillow and taught her how to stroke my inhuman head and face pleasingly. I rested a hand on the full breast of an unknown woman; I didn't care which so I didn't look. One of the braver souls actually cuddled up beside me murmuring the word "master."

Feeling merciful, I reached to Roslinde and drew her to my other side to rest beside me. She nestled into me like a scolded child seeking affection. I stroked her hair reassuringly and she cried softly.

It was very good to be me.