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Klein sat in an empty room, praying to the Lord Of Storms with the purpose of obtaining a Sealed Artifact in his church’s possession which would allow him to advance to sequence 2.
After completing the prayer, Klein waited a few seconds, but nothing happened. Unsuccessful, he turned to the door, but right before Klein was about to leave, a terrifying aura spread throughout the room.
Klein was a demigod - a mythical creature, but fear and the feeling of inferiority overtook him, in that instant. He whirled around to the front of the room and his eyes widened at the dozens of silver tentacles spread across the floor and pieces of furniture. They seemed to be phasing through the walls and floor. This was the mythical creature form of the Lord Of Storms!
Klein hissed through shut teeth and closed his eyes. Just one glance at the tentacles covered in lightning caused information to flood his brain:
Sequence 4: Cataclysmic Interrer
Wind Angel
Thunder God
Memories of a battle against a man in a priest’s uniform.
Klein’s closed eyes shot open when he felt a slippery touch at his ankle. Before he had the chance to look down, a tentacle wrapped around his eyes.
Klein moved his right hand in a panicked attempt to snap his fingers, but yet another silvery tentacle wrapped around it and spread his fingers open.
They continued to wrap around his body in quick succession. Two around his legs, two around his arms, one around his eyes, and one around his waist.
Seeing no other option, Klein began to pray, “The Evernight Goddess stands higher than the-”. The prayer was cut off when an additional tentacle thrusted into his open mouth. Beneath the tentacle around his head, Klein’s eyes widened and he gagged. This didn't stop it, though. The slippery limb seemed to become even more enthusiastic and started to thrust in and out of his mouth.
Tears rolled down Klein’s eyes and his jaw began to ache. He could feel the tentacle exploring his mouth, touching his teeth, and wrapping around his tongue.
After what felt like hours, but was only a few minutes - the tentacle tensed, stilled, and Klein felt it shoot out a stream of sticky liquid down his throat and into his stomach.
Klein’s body relaxed from both the exhaustion and belief that it was over. This conception was shattered when several tentacles grabbed a hold of his pants and yanked them off. Reinvigorated, Klein thrashed around and attempted to scream over the tentacle that was still in his mouth. The tentacles squeezed his limbs, threatening to break his bones. Almost like it realized the fun wasn't over, the tentacle in Klein's mouth, once again, began to thrust in and out of Klein's mouth.
After they had taken his pants off, the tentacles then moved onto his underwear. His lower half nude, Klein's face burned from the humiliation. Klein cried out when one of the tentacles smacked him on the buttocks, hard.
The sound of harsh spanking and gurgling echoed through the room, only growing louder every minute.
The tentacles would smack him hard before moving backwards, almost to admire their work. They would then smack his ass again, harder than the last time. Sometimes, they would rub his red cheeks in false gentleness and crawl over his back, neck, and thighs before smacking him once more.
By this point Klein was sobbing in the tentacles’ grasp, his ass red from the repeated abuse. The sobbing only grew louder, however, when one of the silvery limbs slowly outlined his asshole and thrust into him.
His eyes closed, Klein could feel the tentacle leaving slippery residue over his insides even more intensely. It rubbed and pushed at his inner walls almost in curiosity before thrusting forward. At that, Klein's eyes rolled to the back of his skull and his muscles tensed. If his mouth was still open, he would've moaned.
The tentacle inside of him seemed to have found its goal and thrust into that spot again and again and again. This lasted what, to Klein, felt like hours. During this process, Klein's body tensed up and he ejaculated, cum spurting out of his erect cock. After the first time, one of the tentacles wrapped around his penis and began to stimulate him, but right before he was about to cum, it would squeeze his shaft and interrupt his orgasm.
Klein didn't bother resisting when a tentacle managed to unbutton his shirt and rubbed his hard nipples. It spread a transparent substance over his chest with every movement and wriggle. The tentacle rubbed the red buds on Klein's chest, switching between the two every now and then all while tentacles were thrusting into his ass and mouth.
Several denied orgasms and thrustings later, the tentacles vanished and Klein fell to the floor - exhausted and humiliated. He got on his hands and knees before throwing up all over the wood floor.