Dark Low-grade - Tentacle

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The cave was deep, and there was that ancient temple. He stood
there, where the place everyone talked about, the one no one could reach, was not. Deep within the cave, in the ancient temple that was said no one could possibly reach, he stood there blankly. This was the legendary place everyone talked about.
"Nothing special, and it wasn't too difficult to get here. Is this all there is to it?"
He was a very young adventurer, arms crossed, commenting with slight surprise. Seeking thrills and more advanced adventures, he had come to this legendary temple alone.
But there were no dangerous monsters along the way in the cave. Although he arrived at his destination with a sense of anticipation and tension, to his disappointment, the journey was completely peaceful, without any problems whatsoever. And so, he'd arrived…
Assuming this was indeed the temple, he frowned, "This level of exploration is unbelievable. Many people could achieve this, right? It's far inferior to many places I've been before…"
But then again, perhaps not. The ancients wouldn't have built a temple in such a dangerous place, causing so much trouble for worshippers, would they? That makes sense, he muttered, giving himself a somewhat unsatisfactory but reasonable explanation.
This temple, dedicated to some unknown ancient god, was simply a primitive temple carved into natural stalactites. A temple for a god no one worshipped, it was extremely simple. The rock had withstood over a thousand years of erosion and wear, with new calcium carbonate constantly covering the original surface over the centuries, yet the pattern was still clearly visible.
As he involuntarily touched the exquisitely patterned stalactite, he discovered something shimmering within the cold, damp patterns.
It was a ruby!!
As if they were decorations, embedded in the walls, everywhere, each one buried deep in the lime, peeking out a tiny red glow, very beautiful.
"It's amazing... how many are there?"
He wondered why he hadn't seen them before, and subconsciously reached out to touch the dazzling gems. Why had no one ever mentioned the treasure here?! Just

as he approached, he suddenly felt something powerful trip him up.
"What is this???...!!"
He frantically drew his sword: "Who?... What...??"
He was shocked by what had hit his foot, almost holding his breath.
The strange thing was a very soft tentacle.
"Let me go! You...!!" He immediately suppressed his panic and slashed down with his sword.
The tentacle was very elastic; when the sword struck, it immediately stretched out elastically, and when it hit hard, it broke into two pieces, oozing black fluid, but the two pieces immediately healed like earthworms and continued to twist and leap towards him.
He had never seen such a creature before. It had no form, no facial features or limbs, only tentacles, seemingly emerging from the temple, constantly approaching and appearing, seemingly with a surging momentum.
Suddenly, silence fell. A swarm of tentacles that had suddenly appeared were all facing his direction, not approaching him further, but seemingly observing him.
He tensed, a chill running down his spine, his whole body going cold.
The next instant, in the suddenly calm air, countless tentacles stood upright like snakes. Then they moved towards him.
He retreated while swinging his sword, but these numerous tentacles of varying thicknesses easily gripped his body through the blade. His sword-wielding arm was also tightly bound, immediately losing its grip due to numbness—his only means of resistance, the sword itself.
"Beast! Such strength!"
Many tentacles bound his entire body, then crowded around him, dragging him into the temple.
He tried to resist, but the tentacles were incredibly strong. "Ugh... ah... gurgle..." This only increased the pressure of the tentacles binding his body and head, making it difficult to breathe.
(This... this isn't a 'temple no one can reach'... it should be a 'temple no one can return to'...)
The tentacles pushed and pulled his body deeper into the temple, then stopped.
In his breathless state, he desperately stared into the darkness at the tentacles, finally making out this excessively ominous and grotesque creature. A huge lump of flesh without eyes or a nose, with a massive mouth that took up a third of its body size, from which swarms of tentacles emerged, densely packed, extending all the way to his body, like a fallen anemone.
He finally saw this unseen adversary, but couldn't think of any way to deal with it.
He finally understood that his adventure was about to end. The
tentacles tore apart his clothes.
The sturdy cotton fabric was instantly ripped apart like paper, scattering around him.
The gigantic maw in the center of the tentacles opened and closed repeatedly, emitting a hissing sound. A chilling sensation permeated the air. The
tentacle that had been pressing down on him exerted its strength once more, dragging his body instantly before "that" strange creature.
(...I'm doomed...)

Just as he resigned himself to certain death, something he never expected happened.
A tentacle suddenly pierced his already exposed anus.
"Ah...yes...here..." The slippery tentacle suddenly softened, its small, bud-like tip prying at the sphincter muscles. At the same time, mucus continuously secreted from the surrounding area, using the mucus and the constant sliding of the tentacle, clearly intending to invade his interior. The adventurer was terrified. He no longer cared about life or death and began to struggle desperately, trying with all his might to clamp his legs together. He then twisted his body, trying to move away. In response, "that" used its spare tentacles to wrap around his thighs and ankles, then slowly spread them apart.
Just like a woman giving birth, his legs were bent into an M shape and opened horizontally at a 180-degree angle to his body.
The extremely thick tentacles easily pierced into his fully visible anus with a single thrust.
The tentacles undulated and undulated inside, pushing deeper and deeper.
The soft, fleshy surface of the tentacles clung to the inner walls of his rectum, and each time the pointed, bud-like tips of the tentacles swayed their scythe-like necks and expanded forward, he felt waves of white-eyed pleasure.
"Ah...ah...ah!"
He unconsciously let out an absurd groan, his whole body trembling.
The mucus-covered skin on "that" surface burned like fire. His rectum, filled with mucus, softened and relaxed during the initial intrusion, gradually transforming into a sweet joy from the constant insertion and withdrawal of the tentacles.
While he felt terror towards this hateful monster violating him, the gradually overwhelming pleasure overwhelmed his reason, and he even began to crave ejaculation.
The relentless anal torture continued, his penis hard and erect, dripping with semen.
"Ah...it hurts...again...oh..."
Just as he was about to release all his semen, a small tentacle, seemingly having chosen its moment , suddenly extended and invaded his urethra, which was just inches from ejaculation .
"Ah...like that...ahh ...

The smooth tentacles could easily penetrate the wet area, but they reached an indescribable depth, the stimulation causing his penis to shrink back from unbearable pain.
The tentacles continued relentlessly digging into his urethra, even though his penis was now limp. This stimulation became a new source of pain, continuing to torment him.
As if trying to squeeze out semen, another tentacle tightly gripped and pinched his testicles in his even more shrunken scrotum, rubbing and stimulating them with varying speeds.
"Ahhhhh... gurgle..." His nipples tightened as his scrotum was rubbed, and his penis slowly hardened as his rectum was constantly shaken.
His urethra struggled desperately to push the tentacles away, but the tentacles, wrapped around his penis, continued to stroke and invade, gradually eroding even his slightest resistance.
The tentacles' repeated advances and gradual passage through his urethra became easier, finally stopping near his bladder.
"Ah... ooh... no..."
Although the entry was difficult, it finally invaded his exhausted body, causing his tense body to begin to disintegrate.
However, the tentacles gave him no time to rest, delivering their final blows.
Several tentacles, which had somehow entered his intestines, began to stir, violently harassing, touching, and pushing against his prostate.
If it were just that stimulation followed by incontinence, that would be quite pleasurable, but now there was no way to incontinence. The tentacles that had taken over his urethra were attacking his prostate from the other side. His erogenous zones were being attacked simultaneously from both the inside and outside, the pain mixed with a vague sensation of pleasure making him cry out and scream.
"Ah... ahhhhhh... ouch... ah... like that... ah..." Because his urethra was blocked, his semen couldn't be ejaculated and instead flowed back into his bladder. The urethra felt like it was being shattered, and this intense pain, accelerating like a turbulent current, washed away his reason.
The fear of death was gone.
The only thing he felt was that pain and pleasure dominated his entire body. The violated parts and the groped and stirred genitals were his entire being. When he saw the monster's mouth open even wider, and then slowly put into its mouth while he was being violated upside down by its tentacles, his only thought was that he was finally freed from the hell of pleasure.

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