He is a tender God. “Give yourself to me,” He commands. Porn Sh’daq will not hurt me. It is not long before second, then third tentacles are added to both openings, my body stretching abnormally to accommodate them. I stop, blood pounding in my ears, almost drowning out His voice when He speaks to me. The tentacles cease thrusting and instead stretch me wide to accept Him. The tentacle remains stationary for only a moment before it pulls out entirely. I feel the tentacle push against my virgin opening and a fresh wave of doubt surges through me, quickly replaced by reassurance.
