A Broken Priestess

Flies buzzed around the rancid muck, occasionally landing on the Priestess' face while she gradually overcame her powerful climax. Her arms feebly grabbed the sides of the tub and began lifting her body free, but the creature was not through with her yet. The purple tentacles wrenched her arms down back with such **** that she briefly submerged entirely, before her gasping mouth emerged again, centred within the auburn ribbons of her hair. Several worms and cockroaches crawled around her now-stained face. An errant worm crawled up and over the corner of her lip before splatting on her tongue below in a revolting hit to Annette's tastebuds.

Before she could address the disgusting tang and the wriggling invader, a tentacle plunged into her depths, stuffing her full of gray filth and everything crawling within. While her sensitive tunnels flooded with contaminants, waves of pleasure rocked through her body once more, itching the unbearable, unexplainable lust that had been steadily building within her throughout her night.

The purple tendril withdrew from her folds with a slight curling motion, amplifying the woman's sensations. Moans erupted from her once more, causing her to inadvertently swallow the thick trails of ooze near the back of her throat. As the tentacle between her legs went in for another thrust, the one that had been rubbing against her cheek slipped into her mouth with speed, poking her other cheek but this time from the inside. More helpings of the festering slime caught on her lips around the purple surface and polluted the girl's saliva, quickly coating her tongue.

"Mmnff.. Mmmnfff... mmmngh..."

Whimpering around the length exploring her mouth, her legs began to spread once more, however this time it was of her own accord. Annette's restoring control over her body proved redundant as her struggling had all but disappeared, instead letting her body go limp and submitting fully to the creature as the pace of it's thrusts increased. A couple extra purple arms coiled around her breasts, squeezing tightly before the tips flicked against her pointed nipples.

Annette's eyebrows raised as the twisted pleasure washed over her, ruby-red lips sealed tightly around the appendage in her mouth. Gray trails trickled over her chin and down her neck as she enthusiastically swallowed pungent mouthfuls of lumpy insect porridge. A similar disgusting substance continued to be pushed into her rapidly as the tentacle pistoned back and forth. Unsurprisingly, the eldritch creature was not a gentle lover - never letting her get used to any sort of consistent rhythm, the tentacles tightened and focused different parts of her body at seemingly random intervals. Just when she had gotten used to the thrusting and the wriggling in her sex, it taunted her by pulling out while the one in her mouth began to slither down into her throat - and shortly after she relaxed her throat enough to accommodate it's movements, the ones around her breasts contracted tightly.

It wasn't long before she reached another depraved climax, but not before the tentacles covering her began to throb against her flesh. The tips of the purple tendrils vigorously unloaded a thinner, cold liquid into her as both sets of lips hungrily drew as much of the blackened cum into her lust-fuelled body. The tentacle at her mouth pulled out of her mouth with a pop, trailing the black filth from Annette's tongue, before being lapped up and swallowed by the broken woman.

Annette and the creature thrashed around in the bath for the next hour. The cold, dark liquid swirled in with the gray as the two substances refused to mix, causing sudden cold sensations on Annette's form that somehow managed to elicit excitement from her. Shortly after the growing mess began to splash over onto the wooden floorboards, while Annette was on her knees, being roughly fucked from behind with her open mouth ready to swallow whatever it caught, she felt something... off.

An indescribable feeling pulsed through her body, unrelated to the latest eruption from the tentacle inside of her. Annette could feel something being removed from her, as if someone was carving up her very being. A slight flickering of azure light emanated from her eyes and the few visible spots of her pale skin appeared before being snuffed out. She could feel the last of her powers being ripped out of her.

Thorne must have finished corrupting the chapel.

Not that Annette seemed to give it much consideration, she was too busy running her hungry tongue over the slit of the tentacle she had pulled to her mouth before it shot yet another load of runny dark fluids up her euphoric face.