𝐇𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 - Hazbin Hotel

tentacles...

Alastor snapped his fingers, and the door behind him locked.

He was breathing heavily, and his whole body was getting hotter and hotter. Although he didn't want to confirm the condition of his lower body, the organs under his suit pants had already been strangled to the point of swelling and pain, making it increasingly difficult to ignore.

This has to start with a small accident.

Lucifer, who was anxious about the early attack of the Kingdom of Heaven, had not closed his eyes for several days. He was either chatting to himself in front of the fireplace covered with sticky notes, or pacing nervously back and forth in the hotel. As a result, he accidentally bumped into He hit the pillar in the hotel and his nose started to bleed. "Ow!" Alastor, who happened to be standing next to him, reflexively caught the blood dripping for him. After Charlie helped Lucifer leave, the radio demon who was addicted to human flesh licked the fresh blood from his palm out of curiosity.

The fishy yet sweet taste rushed straight to his brain like an electric current. It was the best the devil had ever tasted. And for some reason, after taking a sip, his blood surged and his whole body felt as hot as if it was on fire. He felt something was wrong, so he quietly returned to the room, and then the beginning of the scene happened.

Is this the power of the purest blood of hell? No, is it still the power of angel blood? As he thought, he sat down on the bed and awkwardly unzipped his pants, revealing his fully erect penis. He couldn't remember the last time he did something like this. He has never longed for anyone in his life, nor does he think sex is a necessity of life. He even thinks sex is obscene and shameful, something he doesn't want to think about unless necessary. But the physiological reaction at this moment forced him to deal with it.

He snapped his fingers again, summoning two pitch-black tentacles, wrapping them around the clone, pulling them up and down from the root to the top. The pleasure slowly rose from his lower abdomen, his breathing became faster and faster, and the speed of the tentacles gradually increased. Having little experience in sexual matters, he quickly reached the breaking point and reached climax with a whimper.

But things are far from over.

He could feel the blood he drank working in his body, and his penis that had just finished ejaculating quickly became hard again. He could only move it with his tentacles again, but this time he couldn't reach the top.

Is it not exciting enough? The strength of the tentacles continued to increase, and no matter how fast the speed was, it was still in vain. The pain in his penis was so swollen that he couldn't stand it anymore. He lost his usual calmness, his mind was in chaos, and there was only one thought left in his mind: I really want to ejaculate. In despair, he suddenly remembered Angel's complaint that his boss always made him reach orgasm by playing with his vagina in front of the camera.

Not allowing him to think too much, he snapped his fingers and his trousers were taken off. He dubiously summoned a tentacle with thick fingers and tentatively reached towards his back hole. The invasion of foreign objects only made him feel uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but wonder if this was really what other people would do when they were pleasing themselves? But the pain of not being able to climax forced him to keep going deeper, even though every inch of his untouched hole resisted the foreign object. Just when he was doubting whether Angel could really be trusted, the tentacle suddenly touched somewhere deep in his back hole.

"ah......!"

He screamed involuntarily, tilting his head back, and pleasure exploded in his lower body, running up from his lower back like an electric current.

What was that just now? Without waiting for him to wonder, the tentacles kept rubbing against that point based on instinct, repeatedly stimulating his sensitive points.

"Uh... um, ah... no, uh..."

If he hadn't clearly heard the sound coming from his own throat, he wouldn't have believed it was his own scream. It was as if the protagonist in the movie Angel showed everyone would make lewd noises, the kind that would be made by low-level demons who are addicted to sex and cannot control themselves. He tried so hard not to make those obscene sounds that he bit his lip. The taste of rust spread in my mouth, but it still didn't help.

Not yet. Thicker, deeper... the voice in his head kept repeating. A phallic-like tentacle that was several times thicker than the original one took shape in front of him, and then entered him roughly without any mercy.

"Ah...! Oh, um, ah"

The thick tentacles hit the deepest part of the tunnel again and again, eliciting small and seductive moans from him. As the tentacles moved faster and faster, water began to overflow from the already wet intestines, and the room was filled with the obscene sound of water.

He really wanted to turn off his hearing and no longer hear the sound of water coming from the joint of his lower body and his obscene screams, so he struggled to turn over and lie on the bed, hoping to stifle his screams in the pillow. Unexpectedly, without the support of the mattress, he found that his waist was swinging involuntarily, catering to the impact, pushing himself in the direction of the tentacles again and again. He wanted to stop the lewd movements, but he couldn't. His body seemed to have escaped his control and became extremely strange. He wanted to take back control, but his reason was constantly overwhelmed by the rush of pleasure. He could only listen feebly to the rapid breathing and moaning of himself wrapped in the pillow, feel the thrusting in and out of his body, the erect and swinging waist, and the flesh hole greedily sucking the tentacles, and his heart rose. A rush of fear and chills. He was afraid that he would be lost in this unknown pleasure, and he would not recognize himself as he was enjoying being fucked by a penis.

Deeper, faster, yes, that's right there --- Instinct screamed in his head, and his hands that had been gripping the sheets finally couldn't help but reach out to the clone that was so hard that water overflowed from the tip. He had tried his best to avoid touching himself with his hands, hoping to use his tentacles to get rid of the problem, as if this could hide the shameful nature of the act. But at this moment, he was grabbing his own penis with both hands, stroking it up and down almost crazily, and even repeatedly stimulating the ring with his thumb. He was indeed, undeniably masturbating. Like those sinners controlled by sexual desire that he disdains. He felt ashamed, but for some reason, this feeling of shame made the clone in his hand swell a bit.

Under the stimulation from both sides, his eyes began to lose focus, and his brain became blank. The smile barely hung on his face with the last bit of strength, and he allowed the sounds of um um ah ah ah in his mouth, accompanied by the sound of the radio. Sound effects stream out, sounding like an erotic broadcast.

Then he finally climaxed. He raised his head, flattened his ears back, opened his mouth and let out a silent scream, his whole body twitching involuntarily. The tunnel inside the body contracts tightly, wrapping the black tentacles inside the body with all its strength, and every inch is trying to squeeze out the last drop of pleasure. The semen that had accumulated for a long time was ejaculated on the bed. He felt dirty, but he could only lie down helplessly in the turbidity, his tail still twitching slightly in the afterglow.

While he was awake after ejaculation, all the debauchery he had just experienced flooded into his mind. Even though no one saw him, he was still so ashamed that he wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground. He had never thought that he still had such a side, one that was driven by desire, and even took away his virginity in order to reach climax. This is all due to the pure blood of hell, he thought evading responsibility. He might have to get more next time. He looked at the blood in his palm and thought about it. , the lower abdomen began to feel restless again.