She learns the hard lesson.

The daughter was one tough little bitch, as it turned out. Despite the small cuts all over her body, and the beads of sweat from her painful lesson, watching her mother's **** had filled her with renewed determination.

I grinned and dragged her under me. Gripping her head by her jaw, I turned her face away from me and leaned down to drag my long tongue over her skin. At least ten inches long, my tongue curled and snaked as I dragged it from her chest up to her face.

She shuddered with disgust and struggled against my barbed tentacles. "Let me go! Leave us alone!"

I gripped her narrow waist with my free hand and lifted her hips easily off the floor. She was helpless. All of my tentacles were free to handle her, as well as both of my hands.

Her arms were still pinned together behind her, and I pulled them firmly away from her body to minimize her mobility. Her legs were spread wide, knees bent so her feet were pressed against her ass, strong tentacles wrapped along the length of her thigh to keep her from moving about.

I snaked a smooth tentacle around her throat as I lifted her into position above my cock and trailed my hand down her body to fondle her full breasts. I had to be careful not to cut her with my claws. I raised my narrow eyes to her face and smiled. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you."

On a whim, I brought my stinger tentacles forward and stuck her with them both, directly into the soft flesh of her breasts. She grunted and then gasped as her breasts began to swell, small droplets of milk collecting at her nipples.

"What did you do to me? You sick freak! I—aahhh!"

She cut off as I pulled her down onto my waiting cock, shoving the first six inches into her with one forceful motion. I shoved the fat cock-like tentacle down her throat again. Her voice was getting annoying.

I fucked her at my leisure as her already large breasts swelled to huge, bouncing and trembling and splashing milk all over both of us.

Six inches, nine, twelve. I was not gentle. I gripped her tightly with hands and tentacles alike, holding her upright as I slammed her body down on my cock, impaling her repeatedly. I wasn't giving her body enough time to adjust and relax before pressing the next section of cock into her.

I **** her to take all of it. All fifteen inches, all the way to the hilt. I didn't care what it did to her. I could heal the damage enough that she'd still bear my children. I could tear her apart and put her back together when I was through. She would live to serve no matter what I did.

I ravaged her. The base of my cock was huge. She trembled and thrashed in my grip despite the barbs. There was no way she was enjoying this. But I was; I was having a great time. I could feel her throat trying to scream and then sob around my tentacle, but I didn't care. If anything it excited me more.

This woman became an effigy for everything I'd hated in my past life. All the anger and frustration, the unfairness and bitterness. I **** it all.

She eventually stopped struggling, just trembling and leaking tears, milk, and huge quantities of pussy juices. This time I did take my time and didn't rush to my own climax. I let myself enjoy it all. As she stopped fighting I relaxed her strict body position, and withdrew from her throat to hear her panting groans.

By the time I was finished with her and flooded her with far too much semen for her body to contain, she was a whimpering mass of quivering muscles and spilled liquids. I laid her down on her back beside her mother, who just stared at me in silent horror.

Priest Skill: Healing Magic

My magic would heal any damage I'd done to her body, but her mind would remember the **** for a long, long time.

The mother didn't dare question me as I straightened from her panting daughter. She had understood quickly what the daughter hadn't. They belonged to me now. I was the biggest meanest thing in their world, and I had claimed them for myself. The only choice was to submit or suffer.

As I looked over my conquests, I remembered there had been a man with these women. Turning to the window, I saw him right where I'd left him. Staring helplessly, tears on his cheeks and rage in his eyes.