The blinding navy light that filled the cold, unwelcoming room subsided, returning to its origin in the center of the oval room, where a stone altar was placed on a pedestal. About two dozen hooded figures in blue robes were on their knees in a circle around the altar.

With the disappearance of the otherworldly light, the room returned to the dark, lit only by a dozen torches upon the granite walls. The men and women inside the room waited for their eyes to readjust to the dark after the sudden miracle of their ritual.

One of the men adjusted quicker than the others. Garbed in gold and purple, with a long, twisted staff in his hand. The topper of the staff was a cracked skull of some small, misshapen creature. That man was the first to see the shape of a girl's ***** body, laying on the altar.

"SUCCEEEEESSS!!!" the man in purple shouted as he jumped up from his knees. "The hero that has been promised is finally here!"

It was this screeching voice—bouncing from wall to wall—that awoke the girl. She opened her eyes and sat up, startled, and overwhelmed by her returning sensations.

The last time she was alive, she felt very little besides pain and cold. Her eyesight was almost gone and all her hearing did was subject her to that unending, one-note ringing noise.

In hindsight, she should have realized that she also felt very little in Luluna's realm. Certainly, no cold. But no warmth either. At least, her insides weren't continuously ripping themselves to pieces. But how could she not notice that the tea had no flavor or consistency?

It all contributed to the surreal experience of suddenly inhabiting a living, breathing, healthy, youthful body. Her sharp hearing was assaulted by the unbearable echoing of the shouting madman. Her keen eyesight quickly adapted to the dark. She saw the hooded figures surrounding her better than she ever could for the last five years of her previous life, though she did not know what to make of the strange gold symbols all over one of the men's layered robes. She felt the cold of the hard slab she was resting on. Even the strange aching, rising heat just below her abdomen.

"She's alive!" the same man in purple shouted again when he saw the ***** girl sit upon the altar. But then he froze and just stared at the girl, mesmerized. It took him several seconds to snap out of it. "Ah, Forgive me!"

The man in purple dropped to his knees, prostrating himself before the girl on the altar. The other figures followed suit—prostrating themselves as if before a deity. There was little doubt that the girl was not human. Her beauty alone would be enough for some to deem her divine. However, the small leather-like wings on her back and a thin, long tail with a heart shape at the end, suggested a more sinister origin. The color of the girl's hair that reached her shoulder blades was also unnatural. A color that some had seen in the lakes of the Forbidden Valley.

Slimy liquid continued seeping from the creature's mouth. Slowly, inch by inch, the creature sucked Elen deeper inside.

"Uaah!" Elen cried out again as her whole body spasmed. She appeared too weak to put up any resistance to the creature. Elen managed to put her hands on the putrid lips of the creature. Whether it was a coincidence or the creature reacted to the girl's touch, the fleshy monster effortlessly lifted the girl several feet from the ground and slammed her back down.

"GHAAH!" Elen let out another cry. She stopped fighting back and laid there, breathing heavily. Her entire body continued twitching, even her hard nipples. With her last remaining strength, Elen reached out to her comrades and called her sister's name, "Hel… Helen… Helen!"

"Let me go!" Helen screamed as her companion slowly retreated with the girl in his arms. "She needs me! She's pleading! Brock, I beg you! Help her!"

"We can't help her!" Brock answered between heavy breaths. "Think of Lily! Who will take care of her if you stay!? Do you really want her to lose both her older sisters in one night!?""B-but!" Helen looked at her older sister. She never saw her sister in such a state and barely recognized her. Why was she making that face? A strong, proud warrior, Elen saved them all countless times, and when she needed their help… Helen couldn't hold back her tears. Their eyes locked for the last time before Brock pulled Helen away around the corner of the repugnant tunnels.

When Helen returned home and wobbled inside like a living corpse, she barely mustered the courage to face her little sister. But even then, she couldn't look Lily in the eyes when she finally gathered the strength to tell of their older sister's demise.

"Why didn't you save her!?" Lily, the blue-haired nine-year-old cried. "Elen always took care of you! Why couldn't you!? You can never do anything right! I hate you! Bring me my sister back!"

Helen took the barrage of accusations without an answer. She simply clenched her fists and teeth, cursing her own uselessness.

"I wish you were the one who was killed!" Lily screamed and stormed off into her room.

Helen huddled in a corner and wept.

That night Helen couldn't sleep. She futilely rolled ***** on her bedsheets. She was sweating. Burning up. Each time Helen closed her eyes, she saw her older sister's face. That vulgar expression. At first, Helen lied to herself. That's not what I saw. Not Elen. She would have never… She begged for my help. She called my name! And I didn't help…

But as the night progressed, Helen's excuses made less and less sense to her. She knew what she saw. As much as Helen tried to deny it, that scene was not something she had never seen before. That unmistakable expression on the face of lesser adventurers who met a similar fate. The face of ecstasy. Her sister did not cry out in pain. She cried because of the intense pleasure. Elen did not call her sister's name to plead for help. She reached out inviting Helen to join her.

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How could they have known they would encounter a Devourer in those tunnels? An S-class monster that Helen only ever heard rumors of. It was beyond the skills of even someone like her older sister. The fluid that the malformed abomination constantly secreted, was only one of its deadly weapons.

The taste, the smell, even simple direct skin contact with the fluids of the Devourer has an immediate effect on humans. What matters is the level and length of exposure. Even momentary contact with the fluid weakens the Devourer's prey. Over time, it drives both men and women mad with lust. Helen had no idea what the long-term effects of the contact could be. She never knew anyone who lived to tell the tale.

Helen now knew that the fluids also had acidic properties, as they heavily damaged her armor. But because of this discovery, Helen had some peace of mind that the fluid did not reach her skin because she did not have a single burn mark. Not even a rash. But for someone like her older sister…

Both the belly and the mouth of a Devourer are supposed to be always filled with that dangerous fluid. To have her lower body submerged in those fluids… At the peak of their effect, they continuously alter the human mind and body, until all, five senses are only capable of deciphering any sensation as pleasurable and arousing.

Helen wondered if her sister was still alive, inside the belly of the devourer. Was she thinking of her sister right now? Helen realized it was unlikely.

Eventually, the Devourer's fluids dissolve the human mind completely—it is simply overwhelmed by the continued overstimulation that it has not evolved to endure. Before long even the most strong-willed humans would not be able to form coherent thoughts. Their entire existence devolves to the simple need to ****** again and again, willingly giving themselves to the ever-increasing levels of pleasure they could never experience during normal sex. Even if they beg for more, even if they beg to stop, the result is the same—absolute submission to the endless waves of ecstasy, no matter what is being done to them. The human part is gone. The only thing that remains is semi-conscious flesh, drooling from the demonic pleasure that never ceases.Helen continued fingering her drenching *****, imagining what it would feel like to be in the place of her older sister. She remembered her older sister's twitching nipples. Helen always thought her sister was better in every way, including her looks. To see her dear sister in such a state. Even though it was so wrong, why did Helen find it so arousing? Why couldn't she stop masturbating, thinking of all the ways her sister's hot body was toyed with?

When Elen reached out and called her sister's name to join her in the clutches of the Devourer. What if she did? Would they be both inside its belly now? Entwined, licking each other, cumming again and again while the monster's fluids drive them both mad.

Even when Helen climaxed for the second time to these depraved fantasies, it was still not enough. How could it be enough? When her older sister could experience so much more!

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