The Dark Rebirth of Pandora: Revenge of the Abyss

Chapter 510: Tentacle Control

”I-I will be the best mommy for your tentacles,” Pandora says with an almost foolish grin on her face, yet confusion remains evident in her eyes.

”That’s right, my daughter, you will be the mommy for my tentacles. I’m so glad you understand,” I tell her with a smile, stroking her head while I look over the memories she’s sending me.

’So much... but some are locked...’ I can’t see everything. It’s mostly recent events, but one strange thing I found in her memories is her supposed true form, which she’s used only a few times but sees as her trump card.

”Pandora, before we begin... have you ever tried... using your true form with more control?” When I ask, she tilts her head in confusion.

”W-Well, Mommy Mnemosyne, I-I know I don’t have much control over it! But I can already use it without too many problems,” she says, thinking that distorted black mass is her real form.

”Pandora, that black mass is not your true form.” I’m bothered by her thinking that ugly thing is her real form. That is nowhere close to the true form of her body.

It’s as if she tried to force her true form to appear, and the form became completely distorted. In other words, she’s only using a deformed mass that was supposed to become her true form.

”No! I-It is my true form!”

”No, it’s not. I was with Echidna and saw much of what your future appearance was expected to be, and I can assure you, you’re not even close to the ideal form...”

”S-So what have I been using?” she asks, confused and genuinely surprised.

”I’d say an in-between state. Think of it as if you’re using only a deformed part of your true form. It’s like you took all the power you had and crushed it, turning it into a shapeless mass with dispersed power.”

”...” She falls silent. Her gaze turns dangerous for a moment, as if she’s found another gap in her memories. I sigh in frustration at her constantly looking for errors.

”Daughter, if you want, Mommy here can help you discover your real true form this time, since you can’t do it alone,” I say, not really wanting to help her with it.

Why would I need her to enter her true form? I don’t even know how strong that thing would be, but considering what I saw in her memories, her true form should be overwhelmingly powerful, and she’s never entered that form before, so she would lose control.

”O-Okay, Mommy Mnemosyne...” I see her reaction is very lukewarm. I guess mentioning her true form wasn’t a good choice.

’...’ I stare at her fixedly and make the tentacles in her brain inject aphrodisiacs directly into her brain and bloodstream. She convulses for a second before blushing.

’Considering the body’s natural locks, being too hasty now would make her react negatively...’ I analyze all the memories I managed to get from her. I see that using her womb isn’t possible yet.

I’m still changing how her brain responds to me and fabricating false memories while trying to insert them safely and precisely to avoid creating too many time gaps.

”Daughter, I think we’ve been dragging this on too long. We should just have my children now,” I say while thinking of using her anus. It’s the safest place to start.

Since inside her stomach, passing through her mouth, the eggs would be destroyed by a strange passive ability to consume everything. And inside her vagina, she would react aggressively because of her strong sense of romantic preservation—she only lets her womb be used by those she likes or allows.

”Okay, Mommy Mnemosyne!!” She accepts immediately. I make tentacles emerge from the floor. First, two that look like large open flowers, each with a large needle. The needles are about eight centimeters long and thin.

”...” She stares at the tentacles, and I see the same suspicious look she always gets with something new. I make the tentacles in her brain tweak it to have the false memory that we’ve done this before.

”Daughter, these are one of your favorites, remember? These needles will go deep into your breasts and maximize the amount of milk. Remember how you always wanted bigger breasts? Well, now they’ll grow a little more.”

”You’ll just feel a slight discomfort,” I say, taking the two tentacles and aiming them at her breasts right at the nipples. She shudders, but soon her eyes look enchanted and happy, as if it’s something she likes.

”Ughh!!” She lets out a pained moan as I drive them inside her. The needle pierces the nipple perfectly and goes deep into the milk duct, where inside it divides into thousands of small tentacles clinging to the mammary glands to make them produce more milk by injecting chemicals and slightly altering their structure without triggering her regeneration.

The ”flower” closes, covering the front of her breasts, and soon begins to squeeze and pull in a groping motion that makes Pandora release small moans, while the leaking milk is absorbed and sent through the tentacles.

’Very nutritious... I’d better collect as much of her milk as I can.’ I make four more tentacles appear. They hold her hands and legs. Soon, I get off of her and make the tentacles stand her up.

’Her health status is perfect, and for now she’s accepting the situation well.’ I make one more tentacle appear. This one is larger and thicker, with a tip slightly resembling a funnel.

”Uhrghhh!!” She lets out a pained groan as I make this tentacle enter her anus. It goes up deep, passing through the rectum, the colon, and reaching deep into her intestines.

’Hmmmm... the reaction isn’t good...’ I make the tentacle release a large amount of a viscous, aphrodisiac liquid inside her to make her inner walls more sensitive and pleasurable so she’ll love the feeling of the eggs scraping inside her.

”Pandora, calm down. Take a deep breath,” I say, approaching her and hugging her. She looks into my eyes.

”It’s fine, just be calm, and we’ll have our children together.” I stroke her belly where the tentacle is deeply inserted. If I go a little deeper and upward, I could soon reach her stomach, but I don’t need that exaggeration. The current spot is perfect.

Besides, her stomach is dangerous. Anything that enters there is ”annihilated” because of her passive ability, which I now discovered is called Devourer, thanks to her memories.

”M-Mommy Mnemosyne, I-I feel strange. I don’t like tentacles.” When she says this, I’m momentarily surprised.

’This isn’t very deep... I didn’t know that...’

”Ah, daughter, you do like it. You’re just confused. See, you’re already wet.” I say, running my hand over her pussy. I slide my fingers inside, starting to touch her, while my tentacle in her anus pulls back and pushes in again in gentle thrusts.

”See how good it feels? Tentacles aren’t the problem. You’re actually just afraid of disappointing Mommy here, right? Because you don’t know how to handle tentacles well.” I distort what she thinks is correct.

”...” She starts to drool, her eyes becoming glazed with pleasure as my tentacles prepare the eggs.

’Should I put them in now? Or wait...’ I ponder for a few seconds what to do. I have to be very cautious with Pandora, who always looks for errors where she shouldn’t.

’Ah, found it... finally...’ I found the part of her brain responsible for controlling and regulating her interaction with the environment. Her brain is so complex it took me a while to find this.

If I tweak this, I won’t need to be so careful anymore. I’ll control how she thinks the environment is acting and her way of truly accepting the world. My tentacles in her brain get to work.

”Hiiiiikkk!!!” She lets out a sharp squeal of pain, and I see blood starting to drip from her eyes. But that’s normal considering what I just did inside her head.

”...” She stops moving for a few seconds, her head hanging down. Soon, she regains consciousness and looks at me.

”Mommy Mnemosyne?” She looks around, noticing the situation. Her face blushes, and she starts breathing lustfully.

”I-Is it already t-time to give b-birth to Mommy’s children?” she says, all docile, and that makes me smile.

”That’s right, daughter. I’m so glad you’re being so cooperative now.” I say as she looks at the tentacle in her butt. She sees balls coming from the floor, following the tentacle’s path and entering her anus, passing inside pleasurably.

She starts moaning with each little ball that enters her, being placed deep in her body. Each ball makes her squirt love juice forward as I touch her pussy.

”You like this, daughter?”

”A-Ahn? A-Ah, I love it. I love Mommy’s eggs. They’re such a pleasant weight inside me.” She speaks with tears that clean away the blood that ran from her eyes earlier.

”Great, daughter. Let’s see how many eggs your belly can hold.” I keep sending eggs inside her. 10, 20, 30, 50, 80, until her belly becomes extremely swollen and the weight makes her lean forward in the tentacles’ grip.

”86 eggs seems to be your limit, daughter.” I say, stroking her belly, which looks larger than that of a woman pregnant with twins. Considering her height of just over two meters, this is her size limit. My eggs aren’t large, but they’re not small either.

My caress on her belly makes her cum, moaning with pleasure at the several sphere-shaped protrusions spread across her abdomen.

”S-So warm...” She moans as a hot liquid is shot inside her, fertilizing my eggs. Soon, the tentacle retracts from within her, coming out of her butt with a wet plop and viscous fluids leaking onto the floor.

There are so many eggs in her that the entire path is full, so one egg is right at the exit of her anus, which pulses as if trying to expel it.

”Daughter, please don’t be weak. You shouldn’t let Mommy’s eggs fall out of you, right?” I say, kissing her forehead. She strains to tighten her sphincter, keeping the eggs inside her. It’s so cute to see her anus pulsing like that to keep my eggs in.

”That’s it, daughter. You’re such a good girl.”

”T-Thank you, Mommy Mnemosyne.” She thanks me with trembling legs, still held up by the tentacles gripping her. For the first time, her tone is genuinely loving toward me, giving me a mischievous smile.