"Ahhnnnn—!"
Pearl's scream tore through the steam, sounding almost like a wolf howling in the night. But this was not a cry of terror; it was a hymn of absolute, shattering pleasure.
I had lost count of how many times she had cum, but for me, I was barely hitting my fourth release.
My senses, sharpened by the Queen's Milk, told me the audience had thinned. The red-haired presence at the high window—Rose—had retired to her quarters the moment we finished the third round. She had seen enough to shake her composure, fleeing before her own discipline crumbled completely.
But the presence at the door remained.
"Haaah... haaah..."
Pearl's stamina was finally failing. As I piston-pumped into her, delivering deep, punishing penetration, her eyes rolled back, drowning in the sensation. Any more than this would kill her.
"Here..." I grunted.
Throb. Spurt.
I shot my seed inside her again, a thick torrent of mana and fluid. Her body stiffened, locking around me, before she collapsed onto the wet stone floor of the bath, utterly spent.
"I need... to rest," I panted, retracting my length.
I looked down at my left shoulder. The arm had fully grown back, but it was wrong. It was thin, pale, and lacked muscle definition—almost like a malnourished limb attached to a warrior's body. The bone and nerves were there, but the mass was missing.
Glug.
I grabbed the kettle Pearl had brought earlier, downing the water in long, greedy gulps. The night was still only coming to its midpoint. I wasn't done.
And neither was our viewer.
My tentacles—invisible in the thick steam—slithered across the wet floor, moving silently toward the wooden door.
Creak.
It opened just a crack.
Kara was there. She was caught in a moment of pure, private vulnerability—her eyes glazed, her breath hitching, and her fingers buried deep inside her own pussy.
She didn't even have time to gasp.
Swish. Snap.
Before she could react, the tentacles lashed out, wrapping around her waist and wrists.
"Wait—!" she protested, a squeak of panic.
Yank.
I pulled her into the bathhouse, the door slamming shut behind her with a final, echoing thud.
Splash.
I dropped her onto the wet tiles. The water soaked her instantly. Her modest nightgown became translucent, clinging to her curves and revealing exactly what she was wearing underneath: yellow silk and lace, patterned with erotic, floral designs.
"I guess this devotee was expecting it, Ten-san," Pearl murmured from the floor, her voice raspy but amused.
I stood up, water sluicing off my body. I towered over Kara, my shadow engulfing her. My penis, still hard and proud from the lingering effects of the milk, poked against her cheek.
She stared at it. She looked amazed, her eyes tracing the thick veins and the sheer brute size of the thing that had pierced her this morning.
"Put it in your mouth," I commanded.
Kara hesitated for only a heartbeat. She looked at me, then at Pearl, who was watching with tired, heavy-lidded interest—curious to see how a single mother would handle such a brazen demand.
Then, Kara moved.
She leaned forward, her orange hair glowing in the bathhouse light as I undid her bun, letting the strands fall like a curtain around us. The tips of her hair darkened as they dragged in the water.
Lick.
She tasted the tip tentatively at first. Then, she opened wide.
Glop.
She plunged down, taking me in. Something warm—her mouth—wrapped around my thing, moving gently.
Her eyes closed. Focused. Devoted.
Slurp... Bob... Slurp.
Her nighties hung loose and wet, clinging dangerously low on her chest.
Pearl didn't stay idle. She crept across the floor on her hands and knees, moving behind Kara. She started kissing the nape of the maid's neck, her hands sliding around to knead the soft flesh hidden inside Kara's bra, adding more excitement to the mix.
At the same time, my lower tentacles moved. They slid under the yellow lace, caressing her pussy walls and circling her clitoris.
She hadn't said a word. But her message was clear.
Every restraint she had held onto this morning was undone. She wanted more. She wanted it deeper. This was gratitude for healing her son, yes—but it was also a hunger that had been building for years.
Her lips moved with a practiced rhythm. Not rushed... but not shy either. It was the hunger of a woman who had waited too long. The kind that aches.
Slrp… slrp… chhup…
I gritted my teeth, my hands tangling in her hair.
My mind raced. If her stamina could keep up, if I could drain enough mana from this act, I could regain the muscle content of my left arm. I thought of Rose—the challenge she presented—and my mind giggled at the plan forming.
But Kara's mouth... the tongue of an experienced, once-married woman... it forced me to stay focused on exactly what was in front of me.
She wasn't just pleasing me. She was pleasuring herself. Her hips jerked slightly against my tentacles as her fingers worked faster, gripping my legs as if pushing for me.
My instincts surged. Women like this, trembling with need, didn't just want softness. They needed control.
Grip.
My hand clamped onto the back of her head, forcing her down further.
"Ghhk—mmmphhh…!"
She gagged lightly, her eyes widening, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she gave in, her throat tightening around me.
"Take it," I growled, pressing her harder against my length.
The pressure snapped.
"Ahh—fuck…"
Spurt… spurt…
Thick streams of cum erupted deep inside her throat. She swallowed desperately, gulp after gulp, but it was too much. Some spilled past her lips, dripping down her chin in messy streaks.
"Mmmmhh…!"
She moaned, the sound muffled by the flood. Her body shuddered violently. Her thighs squeezed together, her hips jerking as she came hard against the tentacle vibrating against her clitoris.
Shlk… shlk… ahhnn…
Her eyes rolled back for a moment, then slowly refocused, hazy and lost in satisfaction.
Then reality crashed back.
Pop.
Her lips slipped free.
"Pwahhh…"
She gasped for breath, staring at me with wide, trembling eyes, then wiped her mouth quickly with the back of her hand.
Panic flooded her face. Without saying a word, she tried to scramble up as my tentacles pulled out.
"Stop."
Pearl's hand shot out, grabbing Kara's wrist.
"Where do you think you're going?" Pearl ordered, her voice cold and authoritative. "And strip."
Kara blinked, freezing in place. "M-Madam?".
"He needs mana to heal," Pearl said, her voice clinical, like a doctor ordering a transfusion. "He saved your son. Now you save him. Unless your gratitude was just talk?"
Kara's face hardened. She didn't hesitate.
Zip. Rustle. Drop.
Her wet nightgown hit the floor with a heavy splat, revealing only her yellow lace undergarments. She stood before us, the steam curling around her ankles.
I looked at her, really looked at her. Despite the years of poverty, the starvation, and the grueling labor of the slums, you could not find a hint of it on her skin. She was milky pale, firm, and curvaceous—she must have been taking care of her body religiously, perhaps holding onto the last shred of dignity she had left.
"Beautiful," I murmured.
Pearl didn't wait. She stood up, water cascading off her naked form, and stepped into Kara's space.
Smooch.
Pearl kissed her. It wasn't a tentative greeting; it was a claiming. She grabbed Kara's face, tilting it back, and devoured her mouth.
I sat back in the water, the heat soaking into my bones, and watched. Two women, one a mermaid queen and the other a fanatic mother, lost in each other for my sake.
Pearl was an expert. Her hands roamed Kara's body with a possessive confidence, teasing sensitive spots, pinching nipples through the lace, grinding her hips against Kara's thigh. If I hadn't found her in that ocean trench, I would have sworn she was a succubus born to drain men dry.
"Mmmph... ahh..." Kara moaned into the kiss, her knees buckling.
As the night deepened, the atmosphere in the bathhouse turned heavy, thick with the scent of the Queen's Milk and raw arousal.
I moved.
Slosh.
I rose from the water, dripping and hard. I positioned myself behind Kara. She was distracted, her mind already corrupted by the aphrodisiac steam and Pearl's tongue down her throat.
I pressed myself against her back.
Poke.
The head of my penis nudged against the crack of her ass, teasing the entrance, letting her feel the heat and the sheer width of me.
"Oh!" Kara gasped, breaking the kiss, her head whipping back onto my shoulder.
RIIIIIP.
My tentacles didn't have patience for lace. They tore the yellow underwear apart in one violent shred, exposing her wet, twitching flesh to the cool air.
She didn't mind. She didn't even flinch. Her hips wiggled instinctively, pushing back against me, inviting me in. She was an open vessel, begging to be filled.
"Take it," I growled.
I grabbed her hips with my human hands to anchor her.
BAM.
With one full, devastating push, I buried myself to the hilt.
"GAAAAH—!"
Kara's scream echoed off the tiles. I went deep—past the entrance, past the tight walls, the head of my cock crashing into her cervix and kissing the entrance of her womb.
Schlock. Squelch.
She was visibly shaking, impaled on me, her toes curling on the wet floor.
"Good girl," Pearl whispered, dropping to her knees in front of Kara.
Slurp.
Pearl latched onto Kara's breast, sucking the nipple hard, mirroring the rhythm of my hips.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
The sound was deafening. The wet slapping of my lap colliding with her butt cheeks echoed like applause in the bathhouse.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
I established a brutal rhythm. Pulling out until just the tip remained, then slamming back in to hit that deep, sensitive spot over and over.
My tentacles were everywhere. Two of them slithered up to her face, prying her mouth open to play with her tongue, tangling with it, gagging her slightly with their thickness.
Glop. Lick.
She was drowning. Drowning in sensation, in mana transfer, in the sheer overwhelming reality of serving her god.
I felt her warmth wrapping around me, tightening, milking me. The energy rushed from her core into mine, traveling up my spine and into my withered left arm.
"I'm... close!" I roared, sensing the mana reserves topping off.
I pushed harder. Stronger.
Wham. Wham. WHAM.
"Ah! Ah! Yes! Break me!" Kara screamed, her eyes rolling back.
Pulse.
I felt the edge.
"Hnnngh!"
SPLURT.
I released my seed inside her. It wasn't a trickle; it was a flood. I filled her womb, painting her insides with my mark, the mana transfer searing the connection between us.
She collapsed against me, her legs giving out, held up only by my tentacles and my cock still buried inside her.
Haaah... haaaah...
We stood there for a moment, the only sound the dripping water and our ragged breathing.
I leaned down, biting her earlobe gently.
"We're not done yet," I whispered, feeling my arm pulsing with new strength, demanding more fuel to finish the muscle weave.
Kara turned her head. She looked wrecked, used, and utterly blissful.
"Yes, Priest-san," she panted, reaching back to grab my hair. "Give it to me... Please."