No, you succumb to perverse desires

Your faith and rational mind cannot overcome the stifling, aphrodisiac power of the slime that covers you from your dripping head to your submerged feet. The relic sword slips from your fingers and drops forever beneath the seething carpet of tentacles. You do not try to reach for it. You lean back against the fleshy wall of the chamber and let out a long sigh as you surrender to the overheated desire raging within your body. The tentacles come for you and you offer no resistance. The voice crying out for you to fight is silent. Your struggle is over. It is time to enjoy your fate.

Powerful tentacles slither and wind around your legs and arms, slipping into your gown in greater and greater numbers until the seams burst and the slime-covered garment falls away. The tentacles burst open your sling and underwear, exposing your naked body to their slithering pleasure as they spread their foulness over your breast, your flat belly, and between your trembling thighs.

"Yessss," you moan.

It is the last word you speak as a tentacle with a bulging purple tip thrusts into your mouth and slithers down your throat. It overwhelms your gag and drives past your swallowing muscles to push at the entrance of your stomach. It begins to ripple and throb and fuck into the very depths of your throat. Your neck bulges with each thrust of the tentacle.

While your mouth is being freshly fucked by the slime-sheathed tentacle, another begins to **** open your folds. The scum-lubed length stretches you open, invades your virgin cunt, and batters past the wall of your hymen. The pain is a distant pang that is briefly magnified by the mute last scream of your connection to your goddess. Alone in the haze of pleasure, you begin to rock your hips and thrust yourself down onto the invading tentacle. Another screws past your clenching sphincter and opens your ass wide around its hot length.

Cupped tentacles descend from the ceiling, pinching into your flesh as they anchor over your pert breasts and begin to suck at the pebbles of your nipples. The powerful suction deforms your swollen breasts within the translucent cups of flesh. A constant flow of slime drizzles your body as you writhe amid the tentacles and experience your first wracking orgasm. The leech shudders only moments later and you feel a hot pressure as your belly begins to fill with gushes of daemonic seed. Another contraction and the throbbing tentacle plundering your pussy begins to spurt into your womb and overflow your deflowered cunt.

You wail and buck and receive the hot flow of daemonic cum in your throat, quivering quim, and deep into the bowels of your ass. You lose track of all time, cumming again and again as waves of orgasms erupt into your overflowing holes.

At some point - hours or days later - you are aware of a warmth on your mound. A strange pentagram symbols appears on your skin, each point marked with daemonic runes. It flashes and fades into your pale, fuck-stretched flesh. You do not know what this event means.

More time passes. The unwholesome sex is unceasing. Weeks? Months? Your belly bulges. Your body begins to sink into the throbbing wall of the creature's flesh.

Your breasts swell and you begin to give milk into the sucking tentacles. You are nourished on cum. Sustained by pleasure and lust. Your body a source of milk and every so often, between orgasms, pain wracks your body and tiny leeches wriggle out of your twitching sex. You lose track of your name, your past life, all that matters is the unending pleasure of the flesh.

Eventually, your mind recedes completely and your body is one with the leech.