Sister Evelyn lay sprawled across the ancient altar, her body no longer her own.
Her belly was already heavily swollen from the god’s earlier loads, round and tight like a woman several months pregnant. Glowing slime and thick seed leaked steadily from her ruined p***y and ass, pooling beneath her in a slick, shimmering puddle. Her small breasts were flushed and sensitive, constantly leaking thin streams of sweet milk from the relentless sucking of the smaller tentacles.
She was barely conscious, whispering broken pleas between ragged breaths.
“More… breed me… fill me until I burst…”
The tentacle god answered with merciless generosity.
A deep, earth-shaking rumble rolled through the temple. The golden eyes of the statue flared blindingly bright. From the base of the statue, dozens of
