"It means female… cat," Marshall replied and jumped to his feet, and grabbed his son. "What did you name him, Hela?"

"Helvar."

"That's… Lazy. You used your name to name him? I'm calling dibs on naming the next one."

Hela stared at Marshall's face awkwardly. "You wish for another?"

"Why not? I'm finally on the baby-making scoreboard. You're the MVP. Let's rack up some points. Sure, if you don't want to, I'd understand."

"Well, I'm not against the notion of it," Hela replied, in her own way of saying she was willing.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Selene interrupted them. "Tell me I'm not the only one dying to hear how Master took down a sun-sized octopus. The sun's massive—truly massive—like, swallow-our-world-a-dozen-times-over massive."

All heads turned back towards Marshall.

To that, Marshall just shrugged and answered. "Well, I did what we do to octopuses here. Bastard killed me a few times, then I remembered that Japanese dish from god knows where. Then I remembered, I can just eat the damn thing."

"..."

"You ate a sun-sized octopus?" Hela asked. Even she found it hard to believe.

"Why not?" Marshall replied. "I had the cosmic flames, so I just started cooking and eating it. Can't say it tasted bad. But honestly, I got bored after some time. I don't think I'll ever eat another octopus or squid in my life again."

"But how? How can you eat something so big?" Selene inquired.

"Oh, that was easy once I learned to do this…"

Marshall raised both his arms towards empty space and then—

Plap! Plap! Plap!

Woooosh!

Marshall's arms turned into mind-numbing, gigantic tentacles, which had more tentacles of their own. There were countless of them.

"I can even slap Marty with them now."

Smack!

He did just that and smacked Marty on the face. Sure, Marty annoyedly bit on the tentacle. But Marshall just let it go and grew another one.

"That…" Selene murmured, her eyes big, her body shivering. "M-Master… C-Can I visit you tonight?"

"..."

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Night had fallen. And while Marshall didn't plan on doing Selene, he had no choice. Hela had Helvar in her room. And with Selene prowling like a starved predator, the decision had been made for him.

The air in the temple was thick with heat and the muffled cries of pleasure from the distant room.

It was Selene's fifth orgasm that night. She got exactly what she wanted. And Marshall gave it to her, pouring himself out after three years of nothing. And she was still begging.

"Master… Master… M-Master!" Selene's voice cracked as her back arched. Her moans melted into whimpers, her pale, glistening body trembling under him. Her cunt was a soaked, twitching mess, and still, she pushed her ass back into him like she wanted to drown in the pounding.

Plap! Plap!

Selene, the Black Priestess, the same woman who had been feared across centuries, was now on all fours, her face mashed into the bed, her ass high and swaying with each merciless thrust. She had given herself to this man long ago, and tonight, she was reveling in it.

She didn't just want him, she needed him. It was in her blood, in her bones. As if he had made her, as if her entire existence was just to be ruined by him. And tonight, every single hole she had belonged to him.

Marshall's hips slammed into her, his cock driving deep into her slick, clenching pussy. His hands spread wide across her bubbly ass, fingers splayed like he was holding a trophy that belonged only to him.

Except… they weren't just fingers anymore.

All ten digits had lengthened into thick, living tendrils. Dark, veined, and warm to the touch. They writhed with a mind of their own, tongueing over her skin, testing her flesh, exploring her like new prey.

"Aaaaah—Yes, yes… I… imagined it but… never this good!" Selene gasped, mewls dripping with filth and awe.

"You imagined this?" Marshall snarled behind her. "What the fuck did you imagine, witch?"

He rammed into her clenching pussy again, his cock pounding her drenched slit with punishing force. But everywhere else, his new limbs claimed. Two thick, glistening tendrils, his thumbs, pressed hard into the soft ring of her anal hole, stretching her open before sliding inside with an obscene squelch, slimy and slithering.

"Oooughh…" Selene moaned, desperate and broken. Her hips pushed back into him even harder.

Then another tendril slithered up her neck. It wrapped in a lazy spiral, coiling just tight enough to remind her she was his, the tip pressing against her lips. Teasing. Smearing her with his own slime before prying her mouth open.

"Mmph… Ohhh—!" Her muffled cries were swallowed as the tentacle slid between her lips, pushing against her tongue, curling deep into the heat of her mouth. Her eyes rolled back, spit dripping down her chin as her throat worked around the curling invasion.

Marshall groaned low, watching every shudder and twitch ripple through her. "That's it… Every hole, Selene. You wanted that, right?"

He tested his limits, his thrusts growing deeper, his tendrils moving with feral hunger.

Each one of his new limbs stimulated a different part of her, overloading her with too much pleasure to process. She was choking, moaning, clenching, and dripping. Her entire body was caught between his cock and the writhing grip of a man who wasn't fully human anymore.

Marshall's grin widened as he took in the sight of her, a filthy, blubbering mess.

The tendrils in her ass writhed, tightened. Then, he pushed deeper. At the same time, his cock slammed forward into her leaking cunt, both entrances getting filled with raw, punishing force.

Thud!

"Unnnngh… Oh… Aaaaaah—mmmm!" Selene's scream broke into a moan, her voice vibrating against the tentacle in her mouth as her arms gave way.

Her elbows collapsed, and her face hit the bedding. She was gone, completely lost in the overload. Her ass getting drilled, really fucked senseless, as hard as her pussy. Every thrust struck her like a hammer.

The slimy limbs gripping the base of her ample bosom squeezed tighter, circling her breasts like coiled ropes, pressing and throbbing with their own pulse. Every motion jabbed her stiff nipples, each poke sending an electric jolt straight to her core.

Marshall was laughing, giddy. His voice mixed with the filthy squelching between them. He had found it. The exact rhythm and pressure to turn her into a fountain.

"Aaaarggh… Fuck, sex is the best… Damn… I missed this!" Marshall snarled, hips snapping forward. His cock throbbed inside her cunt, clenching like it was begging for him. Her ass was the same, a wringing, hot grip around the tendrils pumping into it.

The tendril in Selene's wide-open mouth plopped out. Her moans were no longer words, just a cascade of wild, ragged cries. "Aaahhh… Ahhh-ohhh! Oh fuck… Mmmnnngh-—haaahhh… Aaahh!"

Her hands slapped the bedding hard, fingers clawing the fabric. She pushed herself up on trembling arms, back arching so hard, muscles stiffening up. Her head tilted back, and she howled at the ceiling. Her entire body shuddered uncontrollably.

The multiple orgasm crashed into her like a barreling semi.

Her ass clenched, her pussy clenched, both drilled at once. Her fuck holes sent competing shockwaves into her core until her entire body locked up. She felt it inside her, deep, maddening, pounding against every nerve in her hips and belly. Her mind couldn't decide which orgasm to submit to, so it gave into both.

Marshall could barely breathe. Her pussy and ass squeezed like twin fists milking him at the same time. Each thrust felt like he was forcing himself into solid muscle, only for her to suck him back in harder. He groaned, teeth gritted, his toes curling against the bedding as he fought to keep control.

Pa!

From his back, another tendril lashed out, cracking across one of her pale, perfect asscheeks. The impact left it glowing red. There was so much to grab, so much to knead, she was built like sin sculpted in flesh. The slap echoed, followed by the wet, obscene squelch of his cock driving back in.

Schlck! Splooch! Schlck!

"Aaaaaaah!" Selene's voice climbed higher, breaking at the peak.

Then she came, really came, and lost what little mind she had left.

Her eyes rolled completely back, her jaw dropped, and she let out a raw, guttural scream that tore her voice apart. Her body went limp, collapsing forward, but her knees stayed folded, ass still up in the air like an offering. Her pussy gushed in rhythmic spurts around cock, flooding down his shaft. Her juices running down her trembling thighs.

Marshall kept fucking her through it. That perfect clamp made his legs shake, the suction so intense it was like she was trying to drag him into her. Every pump and pull made a wet pop, each one sending lightning straight to his spine.

"Gaaaah! Fuck… They're all… gonna love this!" Marshall roared, his fingers digging into her ass as he tipped forward onto his toes, hips slamming in faster. The images in his head—Hela, Ajak, Thena, made his blood burn hotter.

"Ooooooh! Yes, fill me… fill me…!" Selene blathered, dripping with desperation and bliss.

Of course, he would give it to her.

He plunged in deep and stayed there. His cock throbbed violently, thick, white lava flooding straight into her womb. Her pussy's tight squeeze, aided by the tendrils pounding her ass, milked every drop from him. The pressure pumped more out than he thought he had, battering her inside with complete abandon. No consequences, no mercy.

He groaned through gritted teeth, hips twitching as his spill refused to stop, pulse after pulse spilling into her until it leaked back out around his rock-hard shaft.

Finally, with a guttural exhale, Marshall fell forward, letting his weight pin her down.

Selene lay flat below him, her body slack but still quivering, his cock still buried inside her dripping pussy. The tendrils retracted slowly, slithering free from her ass and chest until his hands returned to normal.

He reached forward, turning her face toward him, only to find her already out cold. Asleep, high on sex and satisfaction, her lips still parted, her cheeks flushed.

"Tsk… I wanted to go more rounds. Fuck, let's take a trip around Dinosia then."

His hunger was still not satiated. Being away for four years was a lot. He had a lot to dump, quite literally. And thankfully, he had a whole nation of willing women. And they came in all shapes, sizes, and colors.

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