“P-Princess! Please… nngh, ahh!”

The piercing sensation spreading from my n*pple swallowed my scream. The words that couldn’t form properly dissolved into muffled moans against my lips. The tentacle with its hard protrusion wrapped tightly around my n*pple like a jellyfish, refusing to let go. My waist trembled violently from the pain that overshadowed any pleasure.

Just then, another tentacle that had been waiting behind me slowly closed the distance and detached the protrusion tentacle from my n*pple.

“Hnngh… haah…”

Barely maintaining consciousness, I struggled to focus on the monster’s reproductive organ approaching me. Its tip wasn’t shaped like the protrusion that had been persistently rolling my n*pple, causing simultaneous pain and pleasure.

The trumpet flower-shaped end was covered with densely packed suction cups, and inside, a red fleshy mass with a split end fluttered like a tongue. Instinctively sensing what would happen next, I screamed and twisted my body.

However, my slippery body couldn’t escape even a step, sliding down into the thickly sprouted tentacles like an anemone.

“Ah, hngh, haang…”

When two suction cup tentacles finally engulfed my areolas and sucked hard, I collapsed where I stood, unable to endure anymore. The moist flesh hidden inside coated my glistening pink n*pples with saliva.

“Haaah, ngh, aang! Ahng…”

My legs trembled uncontrollably, making it impossible to support my body. My waist shivered from the tingling pleasure striking through my entire body. The strong suction began with stimulation like soft shower streams brushing against my n*pple tips.

With my wrists bound together and fixed high above me, I could only twist my body and let the monster’s reproductive organ lick and suck my chest. However, I desperately tried to suppress my moans, noticing that the monster’s movements became more violent with each sound I made.

Meanwhile, other tentacles attempted to remove the rest of my clothes, which had rolled down to my waist. The dress-like undergarment caught on a tentacle tip slid down my thighs.

One tentacle that followed sprayed viscous fluid between my thighs—thin liquid, twice as much as what was sprayed on other body parts, soaking my lower body to facilitate the impending penetration.

“N-no! Hngh, nng! …Ah!”

When I struggled violently, the monster momentarily stopped moving. As a strong stimulation suddenly applied to the tentacle attached to my chest, I curled my back like a ball and collapsed face down, breathing heavily.

But the monster no longer tried to spread my legs wide open like before. Clear fluid like prec*m continued dripping from the tentacle tips, but that was all. Everything except the suction cups stimulating my chest had abruptly stopped.

Raising my head in confusion, something smoothly approached my mouth. When I reflexively arched my back, other tentacles lurking around wrapped tightly around my arms, legs, and neck, fixing me in place so I couldn’t escape.

“W-what is this…”

It was a new shape, completely different from the two types of tentacles I’d seen earlier.

Following the protrusions and suction cups, what appeared before me resembled an adult male p*nis with a slightly split tip covered in red foreskin. Eventually, it peeled back on its own, revealing reddened, swollen flesh underneath. This hideous tentacle, three times larger than the others, throbbed dramatically as it swayed before my eyes.

As I stared up fearfully at it barely touching my lips, a tentacle wrapped around my lower back pushed me forward.

No way…

My body stiffened as I realized the monster’s intention. It seemed the monster had misinterpreted my earlier body twisting before penetration.

‘Is it asking me to pleasure it now?’

My breath caught in my throat. Not only had I never performed oral s*x before, but even if I tried desperately, I couldn’t bring myself to attempt it knowing the obvious sequence that would follow.

Moreover, despite not being inexperienced with men, penetration still frightened me. The thought of such an enormous organ entering me made me dizzy—especially from a monster, not even human.

I had only received a man’s organ three times in my life. My first experience was forced upon me at fifteen by a wicked palace cook. The second was with one of the men invited to the princess’s bedroom, a man I secretly loved.

He mixed with the princess out of mere curiosity for just one day, then stubbornly came to the palace the next day and embraced me instead of the princess for a long time. He whispered that he loved me before leaving.

Of course, I never saw him again afterward. My first experience had left me with extreme aversion to men, but he completely dispelled that aversion. It was that blissful, a sweet night like a midsummer dream.

The third experience was also with one of the princess’s night visitors—a count’s garbage son who tried to take me by force and was stabbed to death by the princess’s sword.

Anyway, I had been with men only three times, and each time was so spread apart that initially I suffered pain like my lower body was being torn apart.

I barely swallowed the lump in my throat and shifted my gaze back to the enormous tentacle. Its overwhelming size made it difficult to breathe properly. My vision swam and my eyes kept wanting to close.

The monster’s reproductive organ dangling before my mouth closed the distance a bit more, seemingly urging me on.

What should have smelled salty and fishy actually emitted a sweet scent like flowers or fruit, just as the princess had said. That made me feel worse. How could something with such a grotesque form emit such sweet pheromones?

The severe dissonance made it difficult to put my lips on it. But I knew I had no choice anymore.

I raised my trembling hands and placed my fingertips on the thick, squishy organ. As I carefully stroked downward, it began to swell rapidly, standing out distinctly among the numerous tentacles. I was terrified.

Already three times larger than other reproductive organs, it was growing even bigger, which was horrifying.

So… this central p*nis-like part, unlike the other s*xual organs, didn’t secrete fluid. While other tentacles were drenched in thin liquid as they twisted with excitement, this one alone remained intact. I had gathered some useless information about monsters, including that there were three types of tentacles.

Suction cup tentacles optimized for gentle caressing, and protrusion tentacles that gave pleasure along with strong pain—these seemed designed for penetration rather than caressing.

And this giant p*nis now tracing large orbits before my eyes—was it meant to receive pleasure? It seemed too large for that… And why was it so dry?

After deliberating, I parted my lips and extended my small tongue. I carefully placed it on the split tip and licked. I did this because the tentacles firmly supporting my lower back from behind seemed ready to force it into my mouth if I didn’t.

Since it was far too large to fit entirely in my mouth, I just rubbed the split gl*ns-like tip with my tongue.

Even this simple action caused saliva to pool in my mouth and drip down my chin. The vertically split part was quite long, requiring me to open my mouth as wide as possible and move my tongue vigorously.

Suddenly, the monster’s body vibrated greatly. The surroundings were no longer a dark prison but covered with dark red flesh. While struggling to escape the monster’s grasp, I had been pulled like quicksand to the inner wall of the monster. To escape, I would need to push through the numerous tentacles draped like curtains around me.

Panting for breath, I stroked the reddened swollen flesh with my delicate tongue. Dizziness gradually overcame me in the space filled with hot moisture. Though I acted to survive by not disturbing the violent creature’s mood, I didn’t want to imagine what would happen afterward.

Body fluid warmed inside the monster’s body continuously soaked my chest and stomach. It felt like my entire body was coated in condensed milk—I had become a mass of condensed milk. 

Unlike its black exterior, the monster’s inner wall, deep and damp like a cave, consisted of red flesh. Whitish liquid dripped from the fleshy ceiling, wetting my crown and beading at the ends of my hair.

Inside that squishy space, drenched from head to toe in the monster’s bodily fluids, I forcibly opened my mouth that wouldn’t spread easily. Then I diligently rolled my trembling tongue over the monster’s p*nis. I had no choice—if I stopped, it would immediately thrust into my mouth.

The partially removed dress skirt still hung between my thighs. The monster, seemingly trying to gauge the size of the hole its reproductive organ would enter, used other tentacles to spread my legs apart, then passed between them several times. This was strange behavior for something supposedly without self-awareness.

This monster had realized my mouth couldn’t even swallow half its p*nis, so it just rubbed the gl*ns part against my lips. When I paused from exhaustion, it urgently forced itself in but then smoothly withdrew back to its position.

Time passed this way. Finally, the p*nis, swollen like a balloon to its maximum size, detached from my mouth. I collapsed, feeling completely exhausted. The entire inner wall of the monster, which had been vibrating with a humming sound, contracted rigidly.

The tentacles wrapping around my limbs and lifting me high were also more stiff and rigid than before. Smaller tentacles sprouting like twigs lifted my pelvis, removing the dress draped over my lower body. This unmistakable movement snapped me back to awareness.

“No, don’t!”