How to Survive as the Horror Game Villain’s Fake Fiancée - Chapter 115

※ This book contains depictions of coercive/dubcon/noncon acts, violence, and gore. Reader discretion is advised.

A tentacle, thrust into a place she’d never expected, crawled slowly along the soft wall, stretching to fill the tight passage completely. At the unfamiliar sensation, Cynthia almost gagged, but whether it was the tentacle’s secreted fluid soaking into her flesh, even her rear passage began to ache with need.

As if reading her mind, the tentacle lodged in her rear withdrew slightly, then rammed in all at once. The sensation, like having an itch scratched in just the right spot, turned into pure pleasure, giving her nothing but delightful stimulation without any pain.

At the same time, the tentacle embedded in her p***y began to strike her cervix in rough succession.

Thwack, thwack, thwack!

The thick tentacle swelled and deflated, ballooning oddly like a balloon, pressing tightly against her inner walls and then loosening, and just when she let her guard down, it would swell again, stretching her walls and, while completely filling her, pounding against the very back of her womb.

Overwhelmed by the stimulation, Cynthia cried and thrashed, but the tentacles only gripped her tighter, holding her firmly in place.

With only a thin wall of flesh between them, the two tentacles. One in front, one in back—moved alternately. When the tentacle in her p***y thrust deep, the one in her rear would slowly withdraw, and when the rear tentacle surged in, the one in front would scrape her inner walls as it pulled back.

Even their pace was growing faster. The wild, hammering thrusts from the tentacles made Cynthia feel dizzy. Her cries and moans had left her voice hoarse, and it was hard to keep her vision steady. Through several climaxes, the clear fluid she squirted out was swallowed by Segleninde every time.

As he panted softly, he spoke.

“From now on, we’ll do this every single day, without exception. That would make you happy, wouldn’t it?”

“N-No! I don’t want this, I don’t! Ha, aaah! Hngh!”

She tried to protest with her limp tongue, but a tentacle pressed into her mouth, and an unknown fluid was forced down her throat, making her swallow it over and over. As she unconsciously swallowed the strangely sweet liquid, her b*****s—usually bouncing with each movement. Suddenly grew heavy.

Not only that, but her n*****s swelled taut and her b*****s became even larger. Cynthia was struck by an ominous intuition.

‘No, no way!’

As the tentacle withdrew from her mouth, more tentacles came from behind, wrapping and squeezing both her b*****s. On her pointed, jutting n*****s, milky-white drops welled up and then shot out in spurts of white liquid.

Cynthia was horrified. She was lactating.

Thin milk was drawn out with every squeeze of her b*****s, just like the clear fluid she was squirting from below. Then, the tentacle that had been inside her p***y withdrew, and Segleninde brought his member to her entrance. He leaned in, looking desperate, as if he’d thrown away all self-control.

She didn’t even know when he’d gotten hard, but his c**k was already slick with precum before even touching her entrance.

Though Segleninde tried to pace himself, acting as if he had all the time in the world to let Cynthia enjoy it in her own way, now, overwhelmed by the thick scent of her milk filling the space, he could no longer hold back.

Segleninde took the b*****s the tentacles had brought to his lips and sucked hard. With every suck, milk gushed into his mouth from her n*****s. The taste was just as sweet as what flowed from her s*x.

“Everything that comes from your body is so sweet, so incredibly sweet…”

No longer just rubbing it against her entrance, he slowly pressed his member inside her. With the tentacle still stuffed in her rear, her front passage was even tighter than usual, but as he pushed with his hips, he was able to follow the path the tentacles had left open, sliding deep inside with a single thrust.