Sister Evelyn hung suspended high above the altar, her body a trembling, dripping wreck of pure ecstasy.
The god was not satisfied with mere claiming.
It wanted total possession.
The golden eyes of the statue burned brighter, casting an eerie glow across the ruined temple. A powerful pulse rippled through every tentacle connected to her body, making her moan helplessly around the two thick appendages still f*****g her throat.
More shadow tentacles emerged, dozens of them, thicker and more aggressive than before. They swarmed her suspended form like a living storm of black, shimmering flesh.
Two enormous shadow tentacles joined the ones already buried in her p***y. The stretch was savage. Evelyn screamed in raw pleasure as four thick tentacles now filled her cunt, two physical, two sha
