Accept. His words are true. The evil in that monster needs to be contained.
From Create Your Own Story
The merchant eagerly opens the steel box again for you to take it. "Take a good look, are you certain you can defeat this?"
You stare at it, already feeling the memories stored inside of it. You check the tentacle again, brushing your finger against it, and a flood of sensations enter you. Deaths, millions upon millions of deaths, enter your mind in violent flashes. You see mountains of broken and crying women, sisters clutching each other in their last moments, a middle aged mother weeping at her daughter who had just become old enough for motherhood herself, they all come by the thousands. Valleys and canyons of women killed by gruesome and violating ravaging.
You see brutal and bloody objects, tentacles like this one, with rough and sharp barbs, twisting and grinding into the holes of the innocent females. You're shown a vivid image of a young woman suspended by her arms, her breasts whipped until bloody, being penetrated by a number of these wily things. They stretch her and come out of her mouth, but she's already dead in their grasp.
Others more die of shock, you see. An ocean of nectar flow from countless women as tiny tentacles writhe inside their sex. They're piled up high, but thousands are also suspended from tree-like tentacles, made to orgasm repeatedly to create a rainstorm of female cum. The pleasure is too intense after a point, and many die from the sheer shock.
You eventually rip your finger away from the monster fragment and stumble back. You saw an eternal pit of horrors, but the merchant is looking at you as if a second hadn't yet passed. Even so, you can feel your own armor. It's drenched in your arousal, but in your silk armor it only makes your sex glisten with moisture.
"You look overwhelmed," he says, closing the box with disappointment, "but I guess it really is that powerful. I must take this with me until I make a trade with someone truly exceptional."
