Dark Fairy Tale: Will their desires be fulfilled?

The long hair, as black as the night, spread out like fairy flowers and fell on the body wrapped in the robe of the sacrificial witch.

The sound of prayers seemed to never stop, drilling into the ears and constantly tormenting the spirit.

Like the most deadly chemical catalyst, it seduces and guides all the desires deep in one's heart to be released.

In the dark room, Elstin endured this torture and collapsed on the cold floor.

The only thing supporting the weight of her body was a pair of jade feet standing on the ground.

You can see the smooth and tender arch of the foot is completely exposed to the air as the jade foot is raised.

Falling into a gilded pupil hidden in the deepest darkness.

The prayers also grew louder, and darkness turned into threads that penetrated into every pore of her body. Her originally mutilated arm burst into dazzling white light, and new limbs were gestating and growing.

She felt her body being taken over by an incomparable will, her brain was on the verge of collapse, sweat was pouring out of her body, the white witch robe had already become sweaty, sticking tightly to her skin, highlighting the graceful body of the girl.

Elstin could no longer bear the pain and cried out loudly.

The knees that were kneeling on the ground were slightly spread outwards, and urine was seeping out.

Her adoptive mother, Tina, gently opened her folding fan and covered her mouth with it. Her blue eyes were enjoying the scene of her adopted daughter's incontinence with interest. She murmured, "This is the dance of serving the gods. How to please the god is the key to getting your arm back. Hold on a little longer, my lovely daughter."

Drops of water mixed with sweat and urine fell to the ground, forming a small puddle under her feet.

Her expression was distorted, and her head was drooping, almost splitting apart. Her wrists and ankles were now tightly bound with purple ropes, hanging her entire body in the air, with the ends of the ropes hanging on the ceiling above.

She opened the door a little, and behind the partition that was emitting dim candlelight, the figures of four girls were vaguely visible. Only then did she realize that the continuous and strange prayers came from their mouths.

She continued to moan and struggle, but it was no use. The headache continued, her body continued to be taken over by a certain will, and the prayers that were enough to drive her crazy continued...

In the room, Elstin was deeply tormented by painful memories, so she didn't notice Allen hiding in the corner.

She looked down at the dress that looked like a pure white wedding dress, and then she realized the secret of the dress.

The high-grade silk and pure cotton used were just decorative surfaces. Beneath the surface was a middle layer made of colloid and an inner layer made of dense tentacles.

The middle layer made of colloid material is responsible for pressing the pure dress on the body, and the densely packed tentacles are responsible for torturing the slave princess:

Fluffy tentacles spread all over her body, and most of the sticky tentacle slime filled the long gloves and pantyhose that devoured her hands and legs like snakes, so that even if she bent her hands or moved her limbs, she would feel the disgusting tentacle secretions.

The three construction projects on her body, the three developed casting holes, were also filled with many twisted tentacles.

What the girl wears is not purity, but a cage of purity.

Her spirit was on the verge of collapse. Elstin sat on the carpet, looking at the golden full moon outside the window. She held the hem of her skirt in her hands and tried to lift it up weakly. She watched the hem fall to the ground, and then she held the hem again. However, she did not lift it up. Instead, she pulled it furiously.

"why why why!"

Soon, the pulling turned into a weak flick, and then gently loosened. Then, the girl's white silk hands rubbed her crying eyes.

"why me……"

But no tears shed from that red eye, because that enchanting red was not her eye color, but the color of the cosmetic contact lenses on her eyes. The cosmetic contact lenses absorbed her tears and continued to maintain that dull look.

"Why me..."

Crying cannot solve the problem. She must continue to follow the path, even if it is not the path she likes. But only by moving forward can the path continue to extend. The girl cannot stop.

Elstin, a slave princess who was once an orphan in a monastery, has long lost the innocence and innocence of girls of the same age. She knows that crying here is a sign of incompetence and it cannot solve any problems. The colored contact lenses on her eyes are actually one of the three sacred artifacts of the family, the mysterious magic eyes. Her stepmother told her that if she cannot adapt to the magic eyes again within three hours, she will experience the torture of insects like a nightmare.

Insect evil is the price of controlling this demon eye.

Without family blood, if she wants to control the Demon Eye, she must forcibly implant a supernatural circuit in her body. Once the Demon Eye is used too many times, it will go out of control and gnaw at herself in the form of countless insects. At this time, the artificial supernatural circuit will become a natural breeding ground for insects.

This is the origin of the insect plague.

Although the Dance of the Gods can offer sacrifices to the gods worshipped by the family to repair the lost arm, it is helpless against the insect evil.

The three-hour deadline will soon come, and the rampage of the Demon Eye is coming like a tidal wave.

Elstin had no choice but to endure it.

Feeling like being wrapped in rotten flesh, the girl used her hands to support her body and moved forward, trying to climb back into the bed. Her tired feet were stepping on high heels, and her legs that could hardly walk were stepping on disgusting mucus, but she could only move forward and endure it.

In the dark, Allen suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the stinky sister's red pupils began to gradually lose their luster and became extremely dim.

Empty, dull, and decadent.

Chapter 33: The Iron Virgin

The memories of the previous moment have not yet faded, but the pain of reality has already hit.

It was as if thousands of bugs were crawling on my body, injecting a chemical called depravity into it selflessly, and every second felt excruciating.

Soon, Elstin fell headfirst onto the bed.

“Damn… my body… itches… why… I can’t help it.”

Tentacle slime isn't just gross, it's also a great aphrodisiac.

The girl lying on the bed lifted up her pure skirt and tried to reach inside the milky white pantyhose, but her white silk hands without nails could not pry open the underwear that was stuck to her tightly.

But even if I pulled it open, the tight white silk stockings blocked the skin inside and I couldn't touch it at all.

"Why... tentacles... clothes... can desecrate me, but I can't... touch myself."

Consciousness is shaken.

Everything in front of my eyes began to become blurred, as if a lot of thick black filtering cloth was added in an instant, and the reality under the layers was like an unpolished mirror.

Elstin's previous efforts were of no avail.

She shook her head, trying to correct the illusion, but the tentacle dress on her body reminded her again and again that she was just an insignificant family sacrifice.

It was as if this prison uniform was the landing spot left for her.

Elstin's hands massaged faster and faster, using more force. Her two legs wrapped in white stockings were stretched straight, and the stockings were stretched to both sides, and the color of her skin could be vaguely seen.

The locks on my body made a jingling sound.

But this is far from enough, the pure white princess cannot achieve what she wants.

"This is all an illusion. Yes, the tentacles and everything are illusions. I must..."

Elstin murmured, subconsciously trying to remove the tentacles, but the tentacles turned invisible the moment she touched them, and when she withdrew her fingers, they regained their substance and could not be captured at all.

At this time, the hands that were still massaging her breasts were tied together with long gloves, and her prayer gown was pressed against her back. Her legs, which were wrapped in white stockings under her skirt, were tied up by the sticky tentacles in circles, causing her skirt, which was originally slightly spread out, to stick to her body.

She understood two things.

One is that she will get the blasphemy she wants.

Second, you will be tortured in the tentacle pool.

Soon, the tentacles with three casting holes on the body began to wave again.

"how come......"

Unable to resist the tentacles at all, Elstin's body was tied up tightly and she couldn't move at all as if she was suffocating.

The sweat squeezed out of the girl by the tentacles flowed down her legs, but was tightly blocked by her pantyhose, making the girl's already sticky legs full of more of her own scent.

"I can't take it off. Why? It's locked on me... Please, just take off these annoying pantyhose!"

Elsteen's plea received no help from anyone. An hour later, she was freed from her restraints and lay on the ground, breathing heavily, her upper body rising and falling. This torture had made her happy.

"Get up...why can't I get up...if I can't get up again...I will be destroyed."

However, his legs became weak, and the only remaining struggle of reason suddenly stopped at this moment.

Most of the blasphemous actions she performed while wearing this tentacle suit were controlled by it. When the pantyhose on her legs did not obey her command, the ice cream that adorned her legs became a torture device that deprived her of her movements.

"Don't make a scene at this time, okay?"

Elstin roared, but at this moment she was just a slave princess controlled by a pure white tentacle suit.

She could only obey the tentacle suit's orders, sparing no effort to release her inner shame, her inner desires, and the trampling of her self-esteem.

Elstin sighed slightly. She knew what to do.

She grabbed the edge of the skirt, lifted it up little by little, and fixed it with her mouth. Then, Bai Si rubbed her hands on her legs and finally found the position of her thighs.

She pressed her thigh slightly, and an extreme sense of satisfaction came from deep inside her body. Every time she pressed and groped on the silky white silk, the tentacles wrapped around her abdomen would simulate the same feeling as the first time.

In other words, her legs swallowed by white silk also exist as women's organs that are different from men's at certain times.

But she had to press, because the amount of holy water below the lace edge was too little, and the lace edge would only allow the holy water to seep down a little bit. Only by pressing could the long-accumulated holy water fill her calves, allowing the tentacle suit to give her the strength to stand up.

Even so, her eyes were filled with tears and her hands were shaking.

"Uh...uh!"

Feel carefully, the resistance on your calves is getting smaller and smaller.

When she gained the strength to stand up, she twisted her legs.

"Not enough... not enough..."

Such relaxation of the legs does not bring anything.

Only if the tentacles allow her to do so can she use the white silk to eliminate all of this.

"Well... I can't stay here... otherwise... otherwise." The girl still refused to give up.

In a corner of the room.

Allen saw the whole scene in the narrow dark space. He never thought that the princess of the family, who was always cold and aloof, would show such a mean attitude at this moment. He believed that no man in this world could turn a blind eye and leave.

He himself didn't know what happened next.

When he came to his senses, he had already walked to the bed, staring at the girl deeply, and his hand slowly reached out to her thighs wrapped in white silk.

As soon as he touched it, he felt the scorching girl's body temperature, but he moved his hand away in a flash. After hesitating for a moment, he finally completely grasped the white silk.

The white stockings were soaked with the girl's sweat. Through this thin layer of stockings, one could clearly feel the plumpness of her thighs and her slender feet.

The whole room seemed like an oven running at full capacity. The soaring temperature made sweat pour out of his body, forcing him to take off his basic equipment.

However, after this touch, Elstin felt an unprecedented peace in her heart, and her breathing relaxed.

The smell and sweat of the two people seemed to have produced some kind of wonderful chemical reaction. At this moment, nothing could interfere.

Including their own rationality.

Allen reached out and opened the collar around Elstin's neck, revealing the button that had been sealed for a long time.

"Take it off yourself." Allen said in a low voice.

Elstin was stunned, her head swollen so much that she couldn't see the figure in front of her. At this moment, in her shaky consciousness, this softly whispered voice, which she would have sneered at in the past if it was the voice of her brother, now became a supreme and irresistible divine command.

She put her white silk hands on her neck and tried to unbutton them, but she couldn't.

It's not because the tentacles inside the gauntlet block the sense of touch, but because the button is just decoration.

There is no place to take off this tentacle dress.

Allen was so angry that he wanted to curse loudly, which bastard invented this tentacle dress!

Chapter 34: Until the Day the Seed of Light Blooms and Bears Fruit

"You really like this dress, don't you?"

The familiar collar was once again placed around her neck. The bright light in the girl's eyes dimmed again.

Hope has been completely shattered.

In the dimness, it seemed that a pair of hands were wandering on her white silk. However, the voice of her stepmother always echoed in her ears at an inappropriate time.

That fate has been said countless times before.

"Forget it. I never planned to let you take it off. It was tailor-made for the reincarnation of the saint, to extract the magic of light from their bodies. The reason I adopted you is not because you are cute, but because you are the most suitable for this wedding dress that extracts the magic of light, better than the first saint who wore it.

After all, the first saint still had the basic ability to resist, but your magic power is purer than hers, but you don’t have the capital to resist this wedding dress. "

"But this wedding dress is incomplete. How long has it been? It's been so long that I miss that carefree time. When I disguised myself as a fashion designer and gave her this wedding dress, it was even more gorgeous than the one you're wearing. Of course, she didn't want to be my slave in the end, so she used all her magic power to destroy the wedding dress, and then I could only repair it to the way you're wearing it now. Of course, it's different with this artifact. This artifact is the Seed of Light, which contains a lot of light magic. Combining it with the tentacle wedding dress, it can repair the wedding dress."

"The most important thing is to make it blossom and bear fruit, so that I can obtain the bright magic power that can make me a god."

"Ah, enough talk, just let our Princess Elstin wear the wedding dress for a while longer. After all, you look quite pure and lovely in it."

In the dark room, the stepmother pinched the girl's face and said.

"I will grant you eternal life and an eternally pure wedding dress, making you the most beautiful woman in the world. You only need to suffer for thousands of years to help me with a small favor."