Converting the Temple

“Oh, fuck yeah,” cried out Hilthrika as she was pounded from behind, against the wall, by Naltcet, “you’re almost as good of a fuck as master; that tentacle-cock of yours does a decent job of getting close to what his dick is like.”

“How do you know that,” inquired Naltcet, the two were only into the first twenty minutes of their one-hour session.

“Meltorna and her imps have made a few imitations of our master’s dick so we could all enjoy his member if we felt the need for it but couldn’t get some action from him for whatever reason. This tentacle cock feels better than the mock-ups but falls short of Master’s cock.”

“Fair enough,” said Naltcet, “so, can you share anything regarding your bet with Master? You seem to be his closest slut.”

“Unlike…mhffh, yes,” said Hilthrika, “the rest of these demonic sluts, I wasn’t subtly fooled or slowly corrupted. I willingly took in the corruption, and Master might have gone a little too eager; I was stained and saturated with his power more than any of the sluts he’s corrupted so far, including you…Oh, yeah, that’s some fun stuff…and since I’m his most heavily corrupted slut, I get the honor of a position that is enviable to the rest of sluts; which works out well for me; as an Envy Dragon; I feed on envy of others for my power, it doesn’t matter if it comes from demon or mortal, but mortal is preferable because of the rush it gives every now and then. As for our bet, it has to do with something that will assist in completing a task that is required for the role that is required of me by Master. There are some components for it that we don’t quite have on hand yet, and those same elements are incredibly difficult to procure, even under favorable conditions.

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Meanwhile, elsewhere, Delvin was gathering up a team for a very special mission. Murcalimus and Ganmither were both brought in, for noticeably different reasons, two of the Dracus Imps were being drawn in for this special mission, and Armalia was the last of them he had planned on pulling in; she didn’t take much convincing. They all had moved into the special space at the guild created for the purpose of not being noticed by mortals before Delvin would share any info with them. Given how they all wanted him to bang them in some regard, Delvin had to stay off those fun activities until the business at hand was dealt with.

“Alright sluts,” said Delvin after they were finally settled into the meeting space, “you are all here because I lost a bet with Hilthrika,” The small party of demons snickered for a moment, “I’ve collected for a mission. We require Pschye Crystal Chalk for a very special ritual that we intend to see the full extent with Hilthrika; this was decided well in advance, before I even began to awaken to my powers, by my predecessor. Before she was reborn, Murcalimus revealed to us that she might have a lead on the material in question.”

Everyone turned their attention to the Concrestion demoness expectantly, “Oh, yes,” said Murcalimus, “back when I was simply Dalimira, I heard rumors about the town a few days to the south of here witnessing the purchase of that material. The one who was said to have purchased it was the ruling noble of the area; that is her place of residence, after all. It’s possible she might have used it already, but that’s debatable at best; a material that rare means she is likely searching for the right spell, ritual, or the like to make use of the material, and currently has it locked away in a secure part of her residence to limit the access anyone beyond herself could have access to the material in question. She’s said to be the queen’s sister, and mother of the figure that is on their way here.”

“I see,” said Delvin, “for the journey, you will have to resume the guise of your former selves, and make preparations for what a journey of that nature would look if you were not my demonic sluts; we need to keep things under wraps to outside forces for the time being. The coming child of nobility is an opportunity I have no intention to miss out on, and once she is one of your sister demons, I will likely assign her to this team to aid in some of the next steps. For the time being, you all are to work out just how you want your mortal guises to appear for the journey. Also, be sure to take note of any figures of interest on the trip you think could make for candidates to become part of my collection.”

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It was over an hour later, and Naltcet was back on her way to the temple in the guise of Tolmira. She had been given some fun time, and suggestions, by Hilthrika. When she returned to the temple, everyone was still on the floor writhing in unyielding pleasure. She looked around for the first to pass on the blessing to; Naltcet knew who to start with, Priscilla, the Paladin who unwittingly brought this all on the temple; she deserved to be “punished” for her foolishness and “rewarded” for what she did to bring the temple to their new master.

It took her a moment, but Naltcet found who she was looking for. She picked up the still-writhing Priscilla with her tentacles and carried her to somewhere more open. While the naked, and very pretty paladin, was still bound in her tentacles, Naltcet began to firmly squeeze Priscilla; this was the punishment she had in mind; Priscilla gave out a cry of pain that went unnoticed by the rest of the temple in their throes of pleasure, it was just enough to break Priscilla out of her pleasure-induced state, but she could still feel indescribable pleasure coursing through her entire body, to see what Tomira had become.

Just as she was opening her mouth to say something, Naltcet shoved two of her free tentacles down Priscilla’s throat, releasing the transformative corruption Delvin had gifted her within the throat of the paladin woman. Priscilla tried to scream for a moment, but everything that came out of her throat and mouth was considerably muffled by the tentacles Naltcet had shoved down the paladin’s throat. A moment later, Priscilla’s failed cries of distress turned into moans of pleasure; Naltcet knew this as one of the signs she had to look out for and released Priscilla, dropping the woman from five four feet off the ground. A moment later, Priscilla was encased in a cocoon of latex-like tentacles and remained that way for a minute or so before the tentacles opened up and sucked into the demoness that stood where Priscilla had once been. Her bust size had expanded to an M-Cup. Her muscular build and structure told Naltcet what she was looking at, especially as tentacles similar to her own sprouted from the new demoness; Priscilla had been transformed into Tentacle Enforcer, a tentacle demon variant not often seen by mortals, but Naltcet had meant to reward the demon that was once Priscilla, so she had pumped little more than was needed for the transformation into her. The gold and silver-like tips on the tentacles of this demon, and her brass-colored lips and tits proved that she wasn’t just Tentacle Enforcer, but a Commander variant of this variation as well, a higher-tiered version of the Tentacle Enforcer. This was further proved by the bronze-colored eyes with umbra pupils that were in the shape of whips that opened to look at Naltcet.

“Oh, thank you, mistress,” said the newly born demoness in a commanding voice that had a respectful tone towards Naltcet, “for my rebirth; what is required of me now?”

“You are to finish the conversion of the paladins,” said Naltcet, “I was granted the power to finish the process by our master, and he gifted me the power to grant that same power to one other demon, and that demon is you. Do not squander this gift from our master; only after you have confirmed completion of the objective are you permitted to have your fun.”

“As you command,” said Tentacle Enforcer before she headed over to where the paladins were and began to probe them with her own tentacles and pour the finishing touches from Delvin’s power into them.

As that was happening, Naltcet turned her attention to the clerics and began the process to complete their conversions. Much like what happened with Priscialla, after the power was poured into them, they were encased in cocoons made of tentacles. When the tentacle cocoon opened up, they had been transformed into Tentacle Priestesses. It took the better part of an hour for the pair of tentacle demons to complete the process, but they also made sure to be thorough and ensure that all characters at the temple were accounted for and converted into Delvin’s loyal tentacle demon sluts.