CHAPTER THREE
Jessica and her mother woke some time later having dozed off, to find Sister Corina had left. A note, however, explained that the nun had a meeting to attend and asked that Jessica and Holly make their way to room 203 where they would be expected. Directions were included and, after showering together – struggling hard not to end up fucking each other senseless again – the pair dressed in jeans and T-shirts and made their way to room 203.
“Jessica and Holly Chambers, right?” said the man who opened the door to them after they knocked. He was maybe in his forties or fifties, but still ruggedly handsome and looked as though he still worked out. “Come on in and sit down. I’m Professor Thomas Palmer.”
Jessica and Holly thanked him and took seats next to each other in the front row of what looked like a classroom; there were about two dozen seats arranged facing the front of the room where Professor Palmer stood, fiddling with a large television set and a video recorder.
“I apologise if this video gets a little boring; I’ve given this talk to new recruits so many times, I can do the voice over without even thinking about it.” The Professor said, smiling at them as the TV came on and, after a brief burst of static, the screen went black as the tape started. He sat next to Jessica, sandwiching her between himself and her mother, and turned to look at both of them. “I have to warn you that some scenes on this tape are quite disturbing. There’s a fair bit of blood and guts and none of it’s fake.” He said quietly. “However, some of it is also quite . . . arousing.” He glanced at their breasts that pulled the T-shirts tight across their chests. “I’ll understand if you need to . . . ahem . . . relieve yourselves at any point.”
“Thank you Professor. It’s always nice to meet an understanding man.” Holly said with a sly smile aimed at her daughter.
The Professor turned to the TV and began talking as the video started.
“The Church of The Protectors was started 75 years ago by this woman, Edwina Markham.” The screen showed a stern, middle-aged woman in an unrevealing and unflattering costume that showed she had no figure to speak of whatsoever. “She and her mother were attacked by the tentacle creatures; her mother, who had been quite ill previously, didn’t survive the encounter, but Edwina did. I’m sure Sister Corina has mentioned the side effects of the creatures’ semen; this is what it did to Edwina after two months.”
The picture changed showing a radically different looking Edwina; her stern features had softened, her hair lengthened, her lips fuller. The flat, straight costume was gone, replaced by an almost obscenely low cut bodice that revealed her large breasts and was pulled in tight around her small waist. Her long legs could be seen through the split in her skirt that ran up to her waist.
“Wow.” Whispered Jessica, clearly impressed.
“Edwina was an intelligent woman. She realised the addictive nature of the semen and managed to capture the small beast that had attacked her and her mother; had it been larger, it is unlikely that she would have succeeded. She began researching them, discovering mention of them in certain forbidden texts, and learned they were called Ctholoids. She found other women who had been attacked by them and survived, and gave them refuge here in Markham Manor. Many of the women were married and, in some cases, their husbands joined them here; with the libido increasing effects of the Ctholoid’s semen, the men enjoyed themselves immensely.”
Jessica and Holly glanced at the Professor who smiled broadly.
“But it was not all fun and games. Edwina’s research discovered that the creatures were merely one of a group of otherworldly beings – called the Abandoned Ones – who were intent upon ruining mankind and all his works. There were even some who joined with these Abandoned Ones, helping them; these are the self-styled Dark Lords and Ladies who use powers granted to them by the Abandoned Ones that we would call magic. Edwina and her fledgling group decided to combat them, discovering certain incantations and spells to banish them.”
The scene changed to black and white grainy footage of a group of men approaching a pit which held one of the tentacled creatures, the Ctholoids.
“At first, the men in the group tried to fight the things. They were not successful.”
Jessica and Holly winced as the tentacles grabbed the men and literally tore them apart, wrapping tight around their limbs and pulling, their arms and legs parting from their torsos in great gouts of blood.
“Oh god, that’s horrible.” Holly said.
“The Ctholoids had no interest in men; their only reason for existing was to propagate their species and for that, they needed women. Every man who tried to fight them ended up dead, but the incantations Edwina had discovered stated they should be spoken by men. Things looked dire until Edwina stumbled on the solution.”
The TV screen flickered, showing footage of Edwina wearing what was obviously a prototype of the nun’s outfit that Sister Corina had worn: it left a large amount of her bosom exposed and had a very short skirt but was still more demure than Corina’s.
“The Ctholoids are not very intelligent. They can be easily distracted by an attractive woman wearing not very much, and so, from then on, both men and women worked together, the nuns distracting the creature while they both speak the incantation. Sadly, however, there are other, more intelligent creatures beside the Ctholoids.”
The screen changed, showing a hunched figure, massively muscled, covered in fur, looking like some sort of werewolf. Beneath it, on her hands and knees, obviously being fucked judging by the expression of pleasure and pain on her face, was a nun, her costume torn and bloodied, her large breasts moving beneath her as the thing pounded away at her pussy.
“This is a Lupus, a wolf-like creature that isn’t distracted by the nuns’ costume at all. It’s not a werewolf in that it doesn’t change back and forth from a man; this is its natural form.”
The screen changed again, showing a beautiful woman, naked and voluptuous, holding her own large breasts up and licking at the nipples with an extremely long tongue.
“This is a Hexen, a witch-woman, extremely seductive, very intelligent and in league with the Abandoned Ones. They’re believed to be shape changers, though we can’t really confirm that. This one was caught on tape while she was . . . ah . . . distracted.”
The camera pulled back, revealing that the woman was sat on one of the Ctholoids, a cock in both her ass and her pussy. As Jessica, Holly and the Professor watched, more of the tentacle cocks joined her, slipping into her mouth, wrapping themselves round her big tits and fucking her cleavage.
“Lucky bitch.” Jessica whispered, her own nipples hard, her pussy moist. Remembering what the Professor had said about understanding if they had to relieve themselves, she quickly unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down, pushing two fingers into her pussy as she watched the Hexen being fucked on the screen.
“Need a hand there, baby?” Holly said, leaning over and slipping her hand down her daughter’s stomach, her fingers joining Jessica’s in her pussy.
“Oh god, mom! Mmmm, yeah, that’s good.” Jessica moaned.
The Professor stood and turned the TV off.
“I . . . er . . . I should leave you two to . . . ah . . . “ he muttered.
“Hey, Prof, don’t go.” Jessica said. “Bring that cock of yours over here.”
“Yeah, come on, Professor. Let’s see what you’ve got.” Holly said, her fingers still in her daughter’s pussy.
Professor Palmer coughed nervously before stepping over to the two women and unzipping his trousers. Jessica reached in and pulled out his hard cock, holding and stroking it as Holly leaned forward and began sucking on it.
“Not bad, Prof.” Jessica moaned as her fingers struggled to meet around the girth of his dick. It wasn’t as long as Corina’s, but it was certainly thick enough she thought, watching her mother open her mouth wide to accept it.
“Oh god I love this job!” the Professor gasped, making both women laugh.
Jessica moved her hand and her mother’s from her pussy and turned on to her side, sliding down in her seat a little and pushing her firm ass toward the Professor, her legs still trapped together by her jeans which were still round her thighs.
“Come on, Prof. Get that thick cock of yours in me.” Jessica panted. Holly moved off him, letting him bend his knees, guiding him with one hand into her daughter’s pussy. “Oh fuck yeah! Oh that’s it!” she cried as he pushed his dick into her cunt, easing it in slowly, Holly pulling her butt cheeks apart to allow him to get deeper.
“Fuck her, Professor.” Holly said. “Fuck my daughter.” She looked at Jessica as she spat on her fingers, a moment later jamming them into Jessica’s asshole, making her cum instantly.
“Oh mom! Oh yeah! Fuck my ass!” Jessica cried as her mother and the Professor fucked both her holes at the same time, her with her fingers, him with his cock.
“I can’t . . . last much . . . longer!” the Professor gasped, fucking Jessica’s tight pussy.
“Cum in my mouth.” Holly said, bending down and waiting, mouth open as he speeded up his pumping. As he groaned with his orgasm, he withdrew, Holly grabbing his cock and wrapping her lips around it, taking his load in her mouth. He fired off four or five strong shots before slowing, leaving Holly with a mouthful of cum.
She knelt up and leaned over her daughter who opened her mouth to accept her mother’s cum-laden kiss, the two of them snowballing the Professor’s jism as he watched.
“I think you two are going to fit in just fine.” He said once he had his breath back.
* * * * *
Somewhere else, a small, hunched figure waddled through a large pair of doors, ignoring the looks of disdain from the men and women who stood in small groups. The figure walked through the centre of the room, down the long black carpet until it stood in front of the throne. It had to tilt its head slightly in order to look up at the woman sat there, the hunch on its back preventing it from straightening its neck.
“What is it, Kaylith?” she asked, ignoring the lecherous look that entered the figure’s eyes. She wore a dress that barely warranted the description; two thin strips of silk tied behind her neck came forward and strained to encase her huge breasts, managing to cover her nipples and little else. The silk was pulled in tight at her tiny waist before flaring out across her smooth, round hips, splitting at the top of her thighs to reveal her long legs. Her jet black hair spilled across her bare shoulders and down her back, pouring across her breasts, framing her beautiful face, her full lips painted black to match her hair. A simple necklace was the only jewellery she wore, a small key on a long chain that nestled in the impressive cleavage formed by her tits.
At her voice, several of the other people in the room turned to look at her.
“One of the Ctholoids, Mistress Morenna. It has given us an image which we think . . . may be a Treasured One.”
What little speech there was in the large hall stopped instantly.
The woman on the throne leaned forward eagerly, Kaylith’s gaze dropping to her breasts which hung firm and heavy in front of it.
“Show me.” She said.
The hunched figure reached inside it’s robe and withdrew a small silver disc. As Kaylith held it flat on its gnarled hand, an image began to form in the air above it: two women, both wearing the tattered remnants of their clothes, were being fucked by the tentacles that had burst through the floor of their basement. Morenna gasped in delight as she watched the pair taking the tentacles in every hole and eagerly drinking the cum that they produced. Her delight was spoilt, however, by the image showing the arrival of a nun and a priest who quickly banished the tentacles, ending the show.
“The Ctholoids are not very intelligent, Mistress, as you know.” Kaylith said, handing her the silver disc. “But this one felt something strange when it was . . . mating . . . with the women. Something which we think may indicate that one of the women was a Treasured One.”
“But you don’t know which one, do you?” Morenna said, holding the disc flat in her hand and watching the image form and play out again.
“No, Mistress.” Kaylith said quietly.
Morenna watched the scene again, scowling as the nun and priest appeared at the end, before looking back at the hunchback.
“Well, no matter. It’s not the first time you people think you’ve found a Treasured One. And it’s a fair bet we know these two will be in the Church of The Protectors. Despite what those bitches think, it shouldn’t be too hard to get to them.” Morenna stood up, towering above Kaylith who could do little apart from stare up at her and drool slightly. “I shall report your findings to our Lord. If he is pleased, you will be rewarded. If not . . . “
She let the threat hang in the air as she walked behind the throne, parting the curtains that hung there and along a stone corridor lit not with electric light, but flaming torches. She opened a large wooden door at the end of the corridor and entered a large room that looked more suited to a castle than anything else. High backed wooden chairs sat at a long table; a screen stood in one corner to allow modesty when dressing; a wooden dresser and wardrobe stood beside it; a deep tin bath sat alone in another corner, no plumbing in evidence; a large rectangular mirror hung a few feet up one wall, framed in ornately carved wood; a large, four-poster bed dominated the room.
Morenna stood in front of the mirror, the silver disc clasped between her hands which she held together between her breasts. She closed her eyes and bowed her head.
“Lord Gardo, hear me, I beg. I bring news from Blackhold Keep.”
Her reflection in the mirror shimmered and moved, fading out to be replaced by another image, that of a man sat on a large throne. He was handsome, dressed smartly in a dark grey suit, a slim cigar held in one hand.
“My dear Morenna. How lovely to see you again.” He said, his gaze running over her body. Unlike Kaylith’s obvious lust, however, Morenna welcomed Lord Gardo’s interest. “What news do you have?”
“The low people have found a possible candidate for a Treasured One. One of the women in this scene – “ she held out the disc and watched as it played back. “ – was thought to be a possible.”
Lord Gardo leaned forward and watched the taking of the two women with interest. “Even if they were not, they’d make fine additions to our ranks. I see the Protectors have them now?” he said as the scene ended.
“Yes, my Lord. However, as you know, we have people within the Church who could help us find them.”
“Excellent. See to it, Morenna. As we’re unsure which one could be a Treasured One, bring them both to Blackhold.” He paused, again ogling her. “You have done well, my dear. What would you claim as a reward?”
Morenna blushed slightly. “I would not presume to name anything, my Lord. I do only your bidding and your thanks are reward enough.”
Gardo chuckled. “Very well. Enjoy yourself.” He said, making a pass in the air with his hand. His image shimmed and rippled, fading as the mirror returned to normal, revealing nothing but the reflection of Morenna.
“One day, my Lord.” Morenna whispered, running a hand across her huge breasts, feeling her nipples harden at her touch.
“How about today, my Lady?” her reflection said. Morenna watched wide-eyed as her twin reached out to the edges of the mirror and began to pull herself through, into Morenna’s chamber. She hooked her long legs up and over the edge, sitting on the carved frame, half in the mirror, half out. “Would you be kind enough to let me down, my Lady?”
Morenna smiled and stepped forward, taking her reflection’s tiny waist in her hands and helping her out, her equally huge breasts moving gently as she dropped the foot or so down to the floor.
“I am Annerom, my Lady, a gift from Lord Gardo. Unfortunately, I cannot stay long so he recommends you using me while you can.” The reflection said with a smile.
Morenna pulled her close, their large tits mashing together, and kissed her deeply. Both their tongues were unnaturally long, extending out perhaps four or five inches from their lips, entwining around each other, saliva dripping from them and dropping on to their tits. Annerom pulled roughly at the silk dress Morenna wore, tugging at it until it split, quickly rendering her naked before grabbing her butt cheeks in both hands and pulling her into herself.
“What the hell?” Morenna said suddenly, stepping back and looking down between them. Bulging out of Annerom’s groin was a foot long cock, exactly like that of a Ctholoid.
“Lord Gardo thought you might enjoy this little modification.” Annerom said with a grin, tearing her own dress off her body before grabbing her tits with one hand and wanking her cock with the other.
“I’d hardly call this little.” Morenna said, dropping to her knees and opening her mouth. Annerom moved forward slightly and began feeding her twin her cock, watching Morenna’s long tongue slip out and snake around the head, covering it in spit. When it was good and wet, she knelt up and let her reflection guide her cock between her tits, fucking her cleavage as Morenna bent her head and licked at Annerom’s cock head.
“Fuck that feels good.” Annerom gasped, her slick cock sliding between Morenna’s tits.
“You think this feels good, you ought to try fucking me.” Morenna said.
“It would be a shame to let that bed go to waste.” Her reflection chuckled.
The two identical women walked over to the bed, Annerom laying on her back, Morenna climbing on top of her in a sixty nine. Morenna took a hold of Annerom’s huge cock and began sucking and licking at it again, shuddering in pleasure as she felt her twin’s long tongue slip between her pussy lips and delve deep into her sopping cunt.
“Ahhhh . . . I’ve done that . . . to so many girls.” Morenna sighed, feeling her reflection’s tongue moving inside her pussy. “And always wondered . . . what it felt like . . . to be on the receiving end.” She moaned and gasped, Annerom easily bringing her to orgasm, her juices flowing out and into her twin’s mouth. She sucked on Annerom’s cock one last time before lifting herself off and turning around, reaching between her legs to guide her twin’s cock into her pussy. Annerom thrust upward at the same time that Morenna pushed back and down, the reflection’s big dick sliding effortlessly into Morenna in one move. “Oh fucking hell! Oh fuck me!” Morenna cried.
Annerom grabbed her hips and began pistoning her cock in and out of Morenna’s cunt, lifting her head slightly and licking at her nipples as she did so.
“Yeah, suck my tits!” Morenna gasped, feeding her twin her one of her jugs, pushing as much of her tit-flesh into her hungry mouth as she could, cumming again as she felt Annerom slide two fingers deep into her asshole. “I want you to stuff that big cock of yours up my ass!” she moaned, moving up so that Annerom could pull her dick out of Morenna’s pussy and position it against her ass.
Once again, as Annerom pushed upwards, Morenna pushed back, the pair working together, each knowing what the other was doing, and Annerom’s cock slid easily into Morenna’s asshole.
“Oh fuck my ass! Oh you gorgeous fucker!” she cried, Annerom still latched onto her tit as she buttfucked her, her thick cock spreading her reflection’s ass wide. Morenna came again, crying out as her twin pushed as much of her cock up her ass as she could, the thick length filling her up completely.
“I’m gonna cum!” Annerom gasped, letting Morenna’s tit fall from her lips.
“On my tits! Cum on my tits!” Morenna cried, sliding off her twin and on to her back, Annerom quickly kneeling astride her, feeding her cock between Morenna’s huge tits. She tit fucked her for a moment, Morenna sticking her incredibly long tongue out and licking at the cock head, before she groaned and started to cum. Huge ropes of jism spat out of her cock, plastering themselves over Morenna’s face and tits, spurting out time and again. Morenna opened her mouth wide to catch as much as she could, her tongue lapping up any spunk that came within its long reach. Annerom pulled her cock back a little and fired off a few blasts of jism on to Morenna’s tits before moving forward and jamming her dick into her twin’s waiting mouth.
Eventually, she stopped cumming, and laid down on top of Morenna, the two of them using their long tongues to lap up as much spunk as they could.
“Mmmm, next time someone tells me to go fuck myself, I’ll think of you.” Morenna said with a smile to her reflection.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Well, mom? How do I look?" Jessica asked.
Holly looked at her daughter and couldn't help but smile. Sister Corina had been right; in the two months they'd been at the Church of the Protectors, the Ctholoid semen they – along with all the other nuns in the Church – had to consume in order to survive had altered both of their bodies. Jessica had always been an attractive girl but she was now beautiful. Her long red hair was thick and lustrous, hanging down to her taut buttocks; she'd grown a couple of inches as well, her legs lengthening; her waist was tiny and her breasts . . . she had been blessed with a large bosom since puberty but her chest was now huge. Each one was much more than a handful and was topped with a rosy nipple that hardened at the slightest touch.
But Holly knew it was Jessica's outfit that she wanted a comment on.
Over the last two months, mother and daughter had learned much about the work of the Church and while Holly had ended up in a clerical role, Jessica had been accepted into the Markham Order, the group of nuns named after the founder of the Church. She wore thigh length boots, elbow length fingerless gloves and a mini skirt that was barely more than a belt. Beneath the skirt was a one-piece body suit cut high at the hips revealing her tiny waist, and with a large circular panel cut out of the front exposing her massive cleavage and the sides of her swelling breasts. Covering her head, but leaving her face free and her hair allowed to spill down her back, was a nun's wimple and hood. The whole outfit was a pure virginal white.
"Oh, baby, you look good enough to eat." Holly said.
"You both do." Sister Corina said from where she stood in the doorway. She looked Holly up and down, noting the changes that had occurred to her, changes that were perhaps a little more noticeable than Jessica's. Holly was approaching 40 but now looked to be only a couple of years older than her daughter; her butt and stomach which she'd tried to keep in shape with exercise, had now slimmed down and firmed up; the few streaks of gray in her hair were gone; her large breasts which had sagged a little due to age were now easily as big and as firm as Jessica's.
"But we've got to go, Jessica." Sister Corina said. She was wearing the outfit that the mother and daughter and first seen her in – basically the same as Jessica's but in black.
"I'll see you when I get back, mom." Jessica said, hugging her mother and kissing her with love and passion, their tongues darting around each other.
"Take care, baby." Holly said when they broke apart. "Look after her, Corina." She said to the nun.
"I'll make sure she gets back safe and sound." Corina said with a smile.
She lead Jessica out of the room she shared with her mother and to the elevators.
"Are you nervous?"
"A little." Jessica answered.
"That's understandable. But don't worry; you're just an observer today. Myself and Father Adam will be doing all the work. You just watch and learn." Corina hugged her and kissed her gently, Jessica eagerly returning the kiss. Corina's hand went to Jessica's huge breasts and eased between them, using the panel in her costume to slide into her cleavage. "And if you're good, when we get back, I'm going to stick my cock between these wonderful tits of yours and fuck your tits till I cum."
"Oh I'll be good." Jessica gasped.
The elevator came to a stop and they stepped out into a basement garage; since coming to the Church, Jessica had seen many things that made her re-evaluate the world she lived in. There were demons in this new world and magic; one thing that had not changed, however, was to get from A to B, you still needed a car.
Father Adam, a tall, ruggedly good looking man, sat at the wheel of a car and smiled as he saw the two busty nuns walk over, his cock hardening at the sight. He'd known Corina for a couple of years and had worked with her on several occasions; if she hadn't been such a slut for pussy he'd probably have asked her to go steady with him. As it was, he was happy with the status of occasional fuck buddy.
"Hey Adam." Corina said, opening the rear passenger door for Jessica. "This is the new novice, Sister Jessica." Corina slid in to the back seat and closed the door behind her, snuggling up to Jessica. "Think you can keep your eyes on the road and off our tits for a while?" she asked with a chuckle.
"I doubt it." Adam said with a laugh. He started the car and they drove up a ramp into the bright sunlight.
Some time later, they drew up outside a deserted farmhouse, miles from anywhere and bordered by fields and a small wood. Corina had explained to Jessica during the journey that a Ctholoid had been detected by the Church's Sensitives – those few women who, following their own rape by the monsters, had developed the ability to find them. It was down to Corina and Father Adam to find and banish the thing before anyone fell victim to it.
"Thankfully, somewhere as out of the way as this place should stop anyone finding it." Corina said as the three of them stepped up to the front door. "We need to find it first, though. Jessica, stay behind us and keep your ears and eyes open. We'll check the house first, see if it has a cellar. If there's nothing there, we'll check the barns."
The front door creaked as Corina pushed it open and then stepped inside; the place was filthy and had obviously not been used for many years and it didn't take the three of them long to work out that not only did the place not have a basement, but nobody had been here in a long time. They stepped outside and headed for the nearest barn, a dilapidated structure that they didn't even have to enter: there were so many holes in the walls they could see it was empty. The next and last barn, too, proved to be deserted.
"You think the Sensitives were wrong on this one?" Father Adam asked Corina as the three of them stood in the yard, wondering what to do.
"Unlikely." Corina said. "They've never been wrong before."
"Could the thing have been and gone?" Jessica asked.
"No, it would have left some sign of disturbance: holes in the ground where the tentacles break through; signs of a struggle; semen everywhere. There's nothing like that here so it's still got to be around here somewhere."
A scream, high pitched and loud, suddenly burst from the small wood off to the side. Instantly, Corina, Adam and Jessica rushed forward, following the scream into the trees as it came again. They ran for a few minutes, following the occasional scream until they burst into a clearing, stopping in their tracks.
A young girl, her tattered clothes and long black hair sticking to her mostly bare flesh with huge wads of semen, was on her knees in the clearing, surrounded by the tentacle cocks of a Ctholoid. Her stocking clad legs had been gripped by the tentacles and pulled apart, allowing two of the thick cocks to thrust between them, one penetrating her pussy, the other pushing between the pert round cheeks of her bubble butt and fucking her asshole. Two more tentacles pulsed in her hands which were covered by the torn remnants of black, fishnet gloves. Her tiny black mini-skirt had been torn from her trim waist and her black T-shirt had been torn aside, allowing the tentacles to roam freely over her huge breasts, sliding up and down her cum-filled cleavage. Her head was held in place by one tentacle while three others hovered in front of her face, each one taking turns sliding into her mouth and fucking it for a moment before withdrawing. Her black mascara had run with the amount of spunk on her face, leaving trails like dark tears down her cheeks.
Corina could barely believe this gorgeous Goth chick hadn't already been altered by the Ctholoid semen – she was so good looking – but it took weeks to take effect. Father Adam, meanwhile, stepped forward and retrieved the amulet needed for the banishment spell from his pocket.
"Jessica, keep a watch!" Corina said, drawing out her own amulet and stepping forward, next to Father Adam.
Together they began chanting the banishment spell, fully expecting the tentacles to withdraw almost instantly. Instead, however, one of the tentacles that had been sliding over the Goth girl's body whipped around to them and darted out, striking Father Adam on the forehead, making him stagger backwards. He tripped over a tree root and landed on his back, winded and shocked, the amulet falling from his hand as he slipped into unconsciousness.
"Oh shit." Sister Corina whispered as more of the tentacles turned their cum leaking heads towards her. She quickly changed her chant, swapping from the banishment spell which obviously wasn't working, to one of protection. As the spell activated, a glowing orb appeared around both her and Jessica, separating them from the tentacles. "Jessica! Wake Father Adam! Now!" she cried.
"But the girl?" Jessica asked.
"We need to wake Father Adam first. The banishment spell needs to be said by both him and me."
"Then you wake him; I'll distract the tentacles from that girl. She can't take much more of that treatment. At least I'm used to it now."
Corina thought for a moment, unwilling to send Jessica out of the protective orbs, but then nodded. "Be careful and I'll be as quick as I can."
Jessica pulled her mini-skirt up and undid the small clasp holding her body-stocking together beneath her pussy. She pulled it up and out of the way, then tore at the circular panel that showed off her cleavage, ripping it open until her huge breasts were free. Corina cancelled the protective orb around Jessica and moved back toward Adam, trying to wake him.
As soon as the glowing orb fell away from her, the tentacle cocks turned toward Jessica and pounced, wrapping themselves around her and pulling her roughly into the clearing. She landed on her knees in front of the Goth chick, the tentacles pushing them together, their big tits squashing and sliding against each other, Jessica's tits quickly covered in thick spunk.
"Oh fuck yes!" Jessica moaned, feeling two tentacle cocks slide deep inside her, one easing into her pussy, the other inching its way deep into her ass before they both began moving. Two more wrapped around her huge tits, pushing them together before both of the thick lengths began fucking her cleavage. The cocks that had hovered in front of the Goth girl, taking turns fucking her mouth, now turned towards Jessica, one of them darting forward and sliding between her lips. She felt the girl's arms wrap around her and saw her lean forward and down, taking one of Jessica's big tits in her mouth, sucking on her hard nipple.
The Ctholoid tentacles swelled momentarily and shook before each of them began spewing out vast amounts of cum. It poured into their pussies and asses, spurted over their big tits, blasted into Jessica's mouth, shot over the girl's hands, erupted over their faces. Jessica felt herself cumming as well and grabbed the girl's big tits, squeezing the cum-slick flesh as the cock between them unloaded itself into her cleavage. The cock in her mouth pulled out for a moment as the Goth chick moved up, the pair of them instantly locked in a deep kiss, swapping the creamy spunk back and forth.
From the side of the clearing came the voices of Sister Corina and Father Adam, once again speaking the banishment spell. With the tentacles distracted by the charms of Jessica as well as the Goth chick, they had no problem completing the spell this time and – with some disappointment, she had to admit – Jessica felt the tentacle cocks withdraw from her body, sliding back into the earth.
"Make them come back." The Goth chick said with a slight whine. "I like them."
"It's okay honey." Jessica replied, pulling her close, their bodies slippery with cum. "I'll see if we can get you some more later."
"Will you look after me?" the girl asked, looking straight into Jessica's eyes as she slid down her body and began licking and scooping the spunk from Jessica's huge tits. "I'll be ever so good."
Jessica smiled. "I bet you will."
Sister Corina and Father Adam looked on from the edge of the clearing.
"Looks like Jessica's found a fan." He said with a grin.
Corina frowned.
"Yes, it does." She said, staring at the young girl in Jessica's arms.
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