My tentacles moved.
Down from her shoulders, along the curve of her arms, lifting them, positioning them above her head.
The tendrils wrapped around her wrists, securing them, raising her arms until her body was stretched, displayed, her breasts lifted by the posture, the heavy mounds rising on her chest, the nipples pointing upward.
The cock-tendril pressed against her stomach, sliding downward, the ridged surface dragging across her skin.
It reached the cloth wrap around her lower body — the loincloth, already inadequate — and pushed beneath it.
The fabric offered no resistance.
The tendril slid between her thighs, the warm, ridged surface pressing against the outer folds of her pussy.
She was wet.
Already wet — the arousal that had been building since she entered the tent, since the slime had transformed, since the tentacles had touched her, had soaked through the loincloth, the moisture glistening on her inner thighs.
“Hhhnnn — Master —” Her breath was ragged.
Her body trembled.
Her hands, bound above her head, clenched and unclenched.
“Please — I —”
I pushed.
The cock-tendril pressed forward, parting the outer lips, sliding into the channel beyond.
The walls of her pussy — hot, wet, tight, the muscles of a hobgoblin woman stronger and more resilient than a human’s — parted around my ridged surface, each nodule catching against the internal tissue, generating friction that sent cascades of sensation through the bio-absorption link.
“AAAAHH —!” Cumdump’s back arched.
Her breasts heaved, the heavy mounds lifting, the nipples tracing circles in the air.
Her thighs parted, her hips tilting forward, her body opening itself to the intrusion with a submission that was both physical and spiritual.
“Master — you are — inside me — I — I can feel —”
「Subject identified: Hobgoblin female, designated ‘Cumdump.’ Magical level: low-grade.
Physical resilience: significantly higher than human baseline.
Pleasure threshold: elevated.
Bio-absorption link: active.」
Higher resilience.
Higher threshold.
The system’s assessment confirmed what I had suspected — monster women were built differently.
Stronger.
More durable.
Capable of handling sensations and forces that would break a human body.
I could go harder.
Much harder.
I created a second cock.
It emerged from my serpentine body, positioned below the first, pressing against the tight ring of her ass.
The tip pushed, the muscle resisting, then yielding, and Cumdump screamed — a sound of pure, overwhelming sensation that was not pain and was not pleasure but something beyond both, something that existed in the space where the two merged into a single, annihilating experience.
“AAAAHHH —!!
Both — both inside me — Master — I — I cannot — it is too — the ridges — they are — inside my — both —”
Pah.
Pah.
PAH.
The rhythm built.
Slow at first, controlled, each thrust deliberate and measured, the two cocks moving in alternating rhythm.
Then faster.
Harder.
The wet, sharp sounds of impact filled the tent, mixing with Cumdump’s moans and the liquid, squelching sounds of penetration.
Squelch.
Squelch.
SQUELCH.
“HAAAH — HAAAH — HAAANGH —!
Master — harder — please — fuck me harder — my body — use my body — I am — I am yours — your Cumdump — your toy — your vessel —”
Her thoughts, flooding through the link, were a cascade of corruption.
Not breaking — she was already broken, already devoted, already a woman who had given herself completely to the being she worshipped.
No — what was happening was refinement.
Shaping.
The arousal and the pleasure and the magical exchange were deepening her devotion, sharpening it, focusing it, turning a general faith into an intimate, personal, consuming need.
‘Master — inside me — filling me — both — I can feel him in my stomach — in my womb — he is — he is using me — I am being used — I am — I am his — I am his Cumdump — I am —’
Her breasts swung.
Heavy, full, the dark mounds moving with each thrust, the momentum building, the flesh rippling with each impact.
Her hands, still bound above her head, had gone limp, her fingers curled, her eyes half-closed and rolling back.
Her tongue was out, saliva dripping, her mouth open in a continuous, broken moan that rose and fell with the rhythm of my cocks inside her.
I leaned forward.
Two tentacles, tipped with mouth-shaped sensory nodes, descended on her breasts, closing around the nipples, sucking, the gelatinous tongues swirling over the dark peaks with a wet, rhythmic pressure that made her body convulse.
“HIIIIEEEE —!!
My — my nipples — they are — sucking — Master — please — I — I am going to — I cannot — I am—”
Pah Pah PAH!
Plap Plap PLAP!
I drove harder.
Faster.
The tent shook with the force of each impact, the center pole creaking, the canvas walls billowing.
Cumdump’s body was a instrument, and I was playing it with every technique I had absorbed, every ability I had acquired, every perverted, shameless, creative impulse that my transmigrated consciousness could generate.
Her back arched to its fullest.
Her body went rigid.
Her eyes rolled back completely — white, blank, the pupils gone.
Her pussy clenched around my cock with a force that would have crushed a human organ, the hobgoblin muscles contracting with a strength that the system registered as significant.
Her ass tightened.
Her whole body seized.
I pulled out.
“AAAAAHHHHHH —!!!”
The orgasm hit like a detonation.
Fluid erupted from her pussy — a spray, a geyser, clear and shimmering, arcing through the air, catching the lamplight, splattering across the tent floor, across my body, across the canvas walls.
Her body convulsed, jerked, twitched — each spasm producing another pulse of fluid, another broken, animal sound from her throat.
「Female arousal fluid absorbed.
Compound type: Hobgoblin orgasmic release.
Properties: High magical energy content, significantly more potent than human equivalent.
Regenerative.
Aphrodisiac.
Stored.」
Significantly more potent.
The monster woman’s fluids were richer, denser, more magically charged than Sii’s.
The difference was measurable, substantial.
This was what I had been missing.
This was why I needed monster women.
Cumdump collapsed.
Her body went limp, sliding down the tent pole, her arms falling to her sides, her legs giving out.
She lay on the tent floor, her chest heaving, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath, her thighs still apart, her pussy still clenching rhythmically around nothing, the aftershocks running through her muscles in visible waves.
I looked at her.
At the flushed skin, the tangled hair, the glazed eyes, the trembling lips.
At the body that evolution had shaped from nothing — from a malnourished goblin woman into a curvaceous, powerful hobgoblin whose magical potential was still developing, still growing.
‘This is profitable’, I thought.
‘This is what I need.
Not human women — monsters.
Evolved monsters.
Women whose bodies can handle the kind of power I need to channel, whose fluids carry the magical density I need to absorb, whose devotion can be deepened and refined through pleasure into something that is not merely faith but addiction.’
I bounced.
Off Cumdump’s prone body, off the tent floor, through the tent entrance, into the daylight.
Sii stood outside, her arms crossed, her expression carefully neutral.
“Master,” she said.
“Is everything—”
“Fine,” I said.
“Gather the goblins.
All of them.
And the wolves.
We have work to do.”
Finally Rimuru saves Shizue from Ifrit ~ but wouldn’t it be a bit of a problem if she becomes his first wife?!