Captive Audience.

I wasn't sure which was more shocking to the villagers: the tall, predatory Devil striding into their midst or the shameful display of a Priestess they'd once considered pure. Most of the survivors were female.

Twenty six humans sheltered in the church. Five males. Of the females, four were too old or too young to be of interest to me. That left seventeen potential mothers, all for me.

I whispered to my captive as we approached. "You are not here to comfort them, but as my trophy. If you speak so much as a single word to any one of them, I will kill them. Obey my commands without hesitation and most of them will live."

The pained little whine that came out of her was enough to heat my blood. I was deeply enjoying the process of destroying this woman. It was a sexual thrill for me as well as a pursuit of power.

"My god!"

"What is that thing?"

"Oh no, poor Jetta! Look at her!"

"I thought we were safe in here! What do we do now?"

The villagers clamored as I pushed the Priestess, whose name was apparently Jetta, to a stop not ten feet from them.

She trembled on the verge of tears as several of them spoke to her. They asked for words of comfort, they asked if she could save them, if she was okay, what manner of creature it was behind her.

She remained silent, but her inability to comfort them was a visible strain. She didn't have anything to say of comfort that would be true, anyway. No, it wasn't going to be all right.

Gradually, they stopped asking her anything at all and all focus turned to me.

"Spread your legs, Jetta. Arms above your head."

The horrified gasps and cries of the crowd as their Priestess did as she was told was priceless.

The woman's enlarged breasts had given a perversely sexual twist to her angelic beauty. As she shifted to a wider stance, raising her arms high above her head, she displayed grace and beauty while looking like a proper whore just the same.

I stretched four tentacles forward, two of my strong, barbed grapplers and two of the thicker smooth phallic appendages. With the former, I coiled around her arms, drawing them tightly together, straight out above her head, looping around her slender waist a few times with the other.

The smooth tentacles went straight to her lower holes, forcing entry to pussy and ass at the same time. Her body was familiar to my touch by now and yielded to my pressure without resistance. Whatever healing she had done had rejuvenated her muscles, leaving her holes tight and delightful once more.

Jetta grunted at the sudden penetration but it didn't take more than a few seconds of rhythmic fucking to **** a lewd moan from her lips. Her cheeks burned with crimson shame but her body was not her own. It was mine. She lowered her face and eyes to the floor.

"Look at them."

Her head snapped back up to face her people and she moaned again, growing helplessly aroused despite everything.

I lifted her from the floor, snatching her knees with a tentacle each and lifted them so the crowd could watch their divine protector's ****.

To call it a **** was questionable, as Jetta's moans and groans were full of pleasure and satisfaction. She wasn't fighting me in the slightest. That could just be a desire to protect her people, but from the way her muscles clenched and quivered around my thick tentacles, it was no act.

"Oh yes... Gods, yes. Fuck me... Unnngh"

I handled her firmly, with an assertive touch, but not so roughly as to pierce her with the barbs. She didn't struggle. She knew there was no way this could end except the way I wanted it to, so she just surrendered to the moment. To me.

I watched the people gathered as I reduced their Priestess to an eager fucktoy. They would show me much of themselves in this moment.

A few of the men seemed conflicted. She was stunningly gorgeous after all, and I was putting on quite a show for their eyes and ears. The Priestess's heavy breasts bounced and shuddered with my thrusts, dripping milk steadily. One man averted his eyes, his jaw set angrily.

Most of the women gaped in horror, several had hands over their mouths. One woman did her best to protect a small boy from the scene, hiding his face and covering his ears.

Three of the women, however, burned with lust as they watched. It was unmistakable on their faces. They saw a woman in the throes of pleasure they'd never dreamed of and they wanted it, monster or no monster. Some of the people complained, some of them prayed. But none of them left the area. My skeletons had proven effective guard dogs and the church was small. They had nowhere to go and they knew it.

Jetta cried out and came hard on my twin tentacles. Trembling and moaning wildly. Thrashing in my grip, she managed to stick herself on my barbs but if anything she moaned louder as a result. She turned me on so much I wanted to fuck her properly all over again. But I had to control myself.

I set her down on hands and knees in the middle of an area sprayed wet with milk and cunt juice. "Lick that up."

She obeyed, crawling slowly around the floor, dragging her tongue over the spilled liquids. She dragged her huge chest as she went, drawing fresh lines of milk. She dutifully turned to clean that as well, struggling to figure out how to stop the steady dribbling long enough to be done.

All eyes in the room were huge, and they'd all finally run out of things to say.

"Now, then. I trust I have your attention. I will say this once and I will keep it simple."

All eyes moved from broken whore to the monster who'd tamed her.

"First," I began, but the angry man snapped and shouted.

"Fuck you, monster! We're not about to just—"

My long tentacle snapped down atop his head, barbs catching in his scalp and pulling him forward into another two tentacles that coiled around his arms, yanking him towards me. His movement was stopped with the wet thud of my claws piercing his chest.

He coughed blood onto my chest and I tossed him aside to die, sputtering and ****.

I continued as though the brief interruption hadn't happened. "First, anyone who openly defies me will die. There will be no further warnings." He probably should have waited to hear the rules. Oh well. I was glad one had volunteered to serve as an example. It would make everything proceed much more smoothly.

The room was deathly silent other than the soft, wet sounds of Jetta licking the floor at my feet and the **** gasps of the nameless man's ****. One of the women began to cry softly.