The single word resonated through him in a voice distinctly male yet more than human—like the low vibration of a cello string plucked beneath murky water. Images burst through his head like camera flashes—
Six-year-old Graham in the lake with his grandfather, tiny fingers reaching out to touch iridescent tendrils that curledplayfully around his wrist while his grandfather's weathered hand steadied his shoulder.
Lochlan teaching Graham to swim, luminous appendages cradling his small body just beneath the surface, guiding him through sun-dappled waters as he kicked and splashed.
Graham returning to the lake each summer of his early youth, diving deep into the cool darkness where Lochlan waited, their underwater games leaving trails of phosphorescent light swirling in their wake—the creature not a monster, but his friend.
Graham yanked his hands back with a strangled gasp, his entire body quaking. The revelation crashed through him—those vivid childhood dreams of Lochlan weren’t fabrications of an imaginative mind but actual memories, preserved like amber beneath years of forgetting. Hot tears welled, blurring the hypnotic dance of iridescent tendrils that now swirled just beneath the water’s surface, their movements almost yearning.We were friends once. Graham pushed himself upright and sat back on his heels, his insides trembling with the force of understanding.
“That’s why Grandpa asked me to look after his lake,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “Look after… you. Protect you from this world.” His throat constricted painfully as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “He knew he could trust me to take care of you, and…” His tongue darted out to moisten his dry lips, his vision swimming behind a watery veil. “… and you… would take care of me…protectme.” Tears glistened on his flushed cheeks, dripping from his jaw. “Like you did the last two nights.”
The water roiled gently beneath him, lapping against the moss-slicked pillars in a hypnotic rhythm that matched his quickening pulse. Tiny eddies formed and dissolved, catching the morning light in fleeting diamond patterns.
Graham stood, his legs shaking. A tingling warmth spread through him—starting at his fingertips, racing up his arms, and pooling in his chest—as he slowly peeled off his sweat-dampened T-shirt. The cotton clung to his skin before surrendering with a soft whisper. His hands trembled, fingers fumbling with the brass button of his jeans before he slid the zipper down tooth by tooth. He pushed the denim down his goosebump-covered legs, the fabric rough against his sensitized skin.
His heart hammered against his ribs as he stepped to the edge of the weathered gangplank, his toes curling over the splintered wood. Below, the luminescent glow intensified from a gentle shimmer to a pulsing beacon, tendrils of light reaching upward like living fingers, their brilliance painting his bare skin with otherworldly blue-green patterns that danced across his trembling form in quickening waves, mirroring Graham's shallow breaths—as if the creature beneath shared his nervous anticipation.
He leaned down, flattening one palm on the weathered planks—feeling every grain and splinter beneath his fingertips—and slowly slid into the water. The liquid enveloped him like a living thing, first lapping at his ankles, then rushing up his thighs in a cool embrace before swallowing his torso. He sank chest-deep, his nipples tightening into hard peaks as the morning chill pierced his skin, and his toes sank into the velvet-soft mud of the lake bottom.
The water clung to him, glacial and bracing at this hour, numbing his extremities while paradoxically heightening every sensation. Morningsunlight fractured across the ripplingsurface around him, creating dancing patterns that belied the penetrating chill seeping into his very marrow. The same lake that would, by sunset, cradle him in silken warmth, like a lover’s embrace.
Graham's body surrendered to a violent shiver, his flesh pebbling with goosebumps that raced from his submerged toes to his exposed scalp, each hair follicle tightening with exquisite sensitivity. The frigid water caused his genitals to retreat, his testicles drawing up protectively against the warmth of his body.
Then came the first touch—tentacles gliding between his trembling thighs with deliberate slowness, their slick surfaces creating delicious friction against his most sensitive skin. They wound around his legs with pulsing pressure, each squeeze sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. One particularly thick appendage undulated between his legs, its muscular length pulsing as it glided across his most intimate parts. The creature’s suckers—dozens of them—latched onto his cotton-covered shaft with gentle, rhythmic tugs that sent electric jolts of pleasure straight to his core, each one pulling a gasp from his lungs as his cock swelled against the wet fabric.
A shudder that had nothing to do with the cold rippled through Graham’s system, his skin flushing hot despite the lake’s chill. His member swelled with each pulsation of the tentacle, blood rushing to fill and harden him until the thin cotton of his underwear strained against his throbbing length. The appendage worked between his thighs with knowing precision, its slick surface creating a delicious friction that sent waves of pleasure radiating through his groin.
“Uuhh...” Graham’s head fell back, exposing his throat to the morning air as his fingers dug into the dock’s weathered wood, splinters piercing his palms unnoticed. His hips began to move of their own accord, rocking in counterpoint to the creature’s rhythm, seeking more contact, more pressure. Each slide of the muscular appendage against his perineum sent electric jolts up his spine, his testicles tightening as pressure built at the base of his cock. His vision clouded with sparkling lights, the worldnarrowing to nothing but the exquisite sensation between his trembling thighs.
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Graham’s nails dug into the softened woodof the dock as his head snapped back, jaw clenched, exposing the taut column of his throat. His hips rolled with increasing desperation, riding the muscular tentacle that sawed relentlessly between his thighs, the slick appendage grinding against his perineum and taint with each thrust. Dozens of tiny, hungry mouths latched onto his throbbing erection through his briefs, each sucker creating a vacuum against his sensitive glans and shaft, the sodden cotton now just a thin membrane between the creature's greedy appendages and his weeping cock, clinging to every vein and ridge.
“Fuck...”Graham gasped, his voice breaking as pre-cum leaked from his slit, darkening the already soaked fabric. Every muscle in his trembling body contracted violently, his balls drawing up tight against his body as his hips thrust harder, grinding his aching shaft against the surging tentacle. His lower abdomen knotted almost painfully as his prostate swelled with building pressure. “Uuhhh…”Each ragged breath tore from his throat in desperate, shallow pants, his eyelids fluttering closed as pleasure exploded through his groin like electric shocks.
Smaller tentacles wriggled inside his shorts and coiled around his throbbing cock, the slick appendages wrapping tightly around his swollen shaft. One particularly dexterous tendril slithered beneath his balls, cupping and massaging the heavy sac while another probed his sensitive frenulum, its tipcircling the weeping slit. Graham choked on a sharp gasp as pre-cum oozed from his engorged head, his vision exploding with stars. The little invaders pulsated as they rolled up and down his rigid length, their muscular bodies squeezing and releasing in waves that milked his shaft from base to tip while simultaneously applying exquisite pressure to his tightening testicles until Graham’s vision blurred, his consciousness fracturing at the edges from the overwhelming pleasure.
Graham’s cock throbbed painfully against the soaked fabric as he thrust his hips forward, desperate for release.“Uuhh... fuck... fuck...”The massive tentacle slithered between his ass cheeks, the pressure forcing his briefs deep into his crack until the thin cotton rubbed against his puckered hole with every movement. His feet lifted from the lake floor, thighs spreading wide in surrender. The thick, slick appendage pressed harder, its bulbous tip circling his entrance through the fabric, teasing the sensitive nerve endings until his sphincter clenched and relaxed involuntarily. A violent shudder ripped through him.
I’m so close… I’m gonna cum…
As if sensing his desperation, the creature’s smaller tendrils constricted around his swollen testicles, squeezing the heavy orbs until tears formed at the corners of his eyes. His shaft pulsed violently, veins standing out against the stretched skin as the main tentacle grated against his taint. Dozens of tiny suckers latched onto his cock head through the wet cotton, creating a vacuum that pulled at his most sensitive flesh with rhythmic, insistent tugs.
Graham’s mouth fell open, a guttural “Fuck...fuck...”escaping his throat as he released the dock with one trembling hand. He plunged it beneath the water’s surface, fingers clawing desperately at his underwear. The soaked cotton clung to his skin like a second membrane as he yanked at the waistband, his nails leaving angry red welts across his hipbones. His cockthrobbed painfully against the fabric, the sensitive head leaking copious precum that mingled with the lake water. With a final desperate tug, he peeled the briefs down over the swell of his ass and halfway down his quivering thighs. His engorged member sprang free with a crude slap against his lower abdomen, the thick shaft pulsing visibly with each hammering heartbeat, its purple head glistening and swollen beyond the foreskin.
The large tentacle whooshed backward from between his legs, the sudden, swift friction igniting his nerve endings like live wires. The violent rush of water against his exposed cock head made his urethra burn with imminent release. The tendrils unwrapped from his throbbing shaft with agonizing slowness, each sucker breaking its vacuum seal with an underwater pop that sent shockwaves through his swollen head.
Graham seized the dock with white-knuckled hands, his balls drawn up so tight against his groin they ached. His cock stood profanely rigid, purple-headed and angry, each pulse sending clear, viscous precum streaming from his slit in cloudy ribbons that dissipated in the lake water. The veins along his shaft protruded like ropes beneath the taut skin as his foreskin retracted fully, exposing every hypersensitive millimeter of his glans to the water’s caress.
Chilled currents swirled around his naked groin, and he bucked violently when the creature’s slick, muscular appendage brushed against his puckered hole, teasing but not penetrating.
Please,his mind whimpered.Please… I need it… I need you.
A thick tentacle curled around his left leg, sliding up his thigh with deliberate pressure. The small suckers latched onto his inner thigh with wet pops, each one leaving a reddened mark as they suctioned to his tender flesh. Graham’s cock twitched violently as the creature found nerve endings he hadn’t known existed. A desperate whimper escaped his throat when the bulbous head of the tentacle slid between his legs, its slick,muscled body pulsating against his grundle before gliding firmly between his ass cheeks. The rough texture dragged across his puckered hole, making it clench and flutter before sliding over his heavy, tight balls and pressing hard against the throbbing root of his cock.
Graham’s eyes rolled back as his entire body convulsed.“Oh f-fuck...”His toes curled painfully, tendons straining as the tentacle’s head unfurled like a monstrous flower, revealing a glistening, ribbed orifice lined with pulsating nodules. The creature’s slit drooled viscid fluid that clung to his engorged tip in sticky strands. When the alien maw engulfed his throbbing cock-head, the wet heat made his balls contract violently against his body.
“Fuck!”His hips bucked uncontrollably, ramming his shaft deeper as the muscular throat constricted around him, tapping his length with undulating ripples. Inside, hundreds of tiny suction cups latched onto every vein and ridge, each one sending electric jolts directly to his prostate while the creature’s secretions burned deliciously against his sensitive urethra. His foreskin retracted completely as the creature’s internal muscles milked his length, squeezing his shaft in heaving rings from root to tip while a specialized appendage inside probed his leaking slit.
