Graham threw his head back and cried out loud, his fingers seizing, digging into the wooden planks until splinters pierced his skin. His hips jerked and thrust furiously, fucking the alien mouth with brutal, desperate strokes that buried his cock to the root inside the writhing orifice, his swollen balls slapping against the tentacle’s underbelly.
“Uh-Uh-UUHHH!!”Scalding tears burned his eyes as his orgasm built at the base of his spine, his prostate swelling painfully as his balls clenched tight against his body. His mouth fell open, drool leaking from the corner as the first violent spurtof cum erupted from his slit. The tentacle constricted around him, its undulating muscles rippling from the base of his cock to the sensitive head. His cock pulsed violently as rope after rope of hot semen flooded the creature’s gullet with hot, sticky seed that overflowed and clouded the water around them, each ejaculation wringing a guttural cry from his throat.
His jaw unhinged in a silent scream as the tentacle’s internal muscles drained every last drop from his twitching shaft, its suckers latching onto his hypersensitive glans and frenulum, drawing out the climax until his vision blurred and darkened at the edges. Graham’s cock spasmed violently, pumping jet after jet of pearly cum as his entire body convulsed in otherworldly ecstasy, his stomach cramping so intensely his torso twisted until vertebrae popped.“UUHH—HUUUHHH!!”
Graham gasped for breath, shaking all over, his thighs quivering like gelatin as the tentacle sucked him with the desperate intensity of a creature starved for millennia. When it finally detached with a wet, slippery pop, Graham wilted against the dock, his muscles liquefied, cock still twitching and dripping as if his very essence had been harvested from his marrow. He clutched the splintered wood with aching fingertips, violent tremors cascading from his shoulders to his calves as his lungs burned for oxygen. His heart fluttered furiously against his ribcage like a trapped hummingbird, skipping arrhythmic beats that made his vision pulse at the edges.
He let his head fall back against the rough, sun-bleached planks, splinters digging into his scalp as he gazed through half-lidded eyes at the crisp blue expanse above, feeling hollowed out and refilled with something new, each nerve ending in his body singing with a euphoric, almost spiritual sensation of rebirth.
Graham came back to himself as three slender tentacles, each the width of his pinky finger, hooked beneath the sodden elastic of his briefs and dragged them down his legs with deliberate slowness. The wet fabric clung stubbornly to his skin, peeling away with a soft sucking sound that made his breath catch. Tense anticipation coiled in his gut as he waited for them to latch onto his spent cock, still flushed pink and tender from his explosive climax, and begin their sensual assault all over again. Nothing touched his floating member, which bobbed vulnerably in the water, sensitive even to the gentle swirl of cool currents against the exposed glans. A pearlescent remnant of cum seeped from the slit and dissolved into the lake in milky tendrils.
A warm shudder raced through Graham’s entire body, from his scalp to his curling toes, as thick, nodulated tentacles—each rippling with alien musculature beneath skin that felt like wet velvet—slid around his quivering thighs. The appendages, slick with a viscous secretion that tingled pleasantly against his skin, pressed firmly against his crotch, deliberately avoiding his genitals as they began to squeeze and pulse in a hypnotic rhythm, rolling up and down his legs and massaging his trembling muscles with the precision of knowing hands.
Graham shivered and relaxed against the dock, surrendering to the post-coital rubdown that sent aftershocks of pleasure rippling through his depleted nervous system. More tendrils joined in—some as thin as shoelaces, others as thick as his wrist—caressing his stomach muscles with undulating, wave-like motions. The abdominals beneath his navel felt tender and bruised from the violent clenching force of his orgasm, each gentle press of the suction cups drawing out lingering tension.
Soon, his entire body from the chest down was encased in a writhing cocoon of tentacles of various sizes and textures—some ribbed, some smooth, some dotted with tiny suckers that kissed his flesh with gentle pops—all working in hypnotic unisonto soothe his exhausted form with what felt impossibly like affection.
As the appendages loosened their grip, Graham lowered his trembling feet to the silty bottom, his toes sinking into velvet-soft mud. He released the splintered dock, wincing as wood fragments embedded in his palms pulled free, then sank neck-deep into the cool water. The lake’s embrace felt like liquid silk against his feverish skin, drawing out the lingering heat of his encounter. Iridescent tentacles writhed around him, their slick surfaces brushing his thighs and ribs.
Graham pushed off the lake bottom, feeling the creature’s appendages part respectfully before coiling back around his calves and ankles. He took his time, gliding across the surface, his arms cutting lazy arcs through water that seemed to respond to his every movement. The lake itself seemed to breathe around him, currents swirling deliberately against his naked skin, cool tendrils of water flowing intimately between his legs, where he still throbbed with residual pleasure.
The tentacles kept pace with him just below the surface, their tips playfully and curiously tickling his body—some gossamer-thin with translucent violet membranes between their ribs, others thick as his wrist, with pulsating amber nodules that glowed beneath the water. A few hundred feet from shore, Graham paused, treading water, his legs brushing against the silky, undulating appendages.
He looked up at the sun as it crept toward the middle of the sky, its rays already scalding his shoulders to a tender pink. Graham relaxed his limbs and floated on his back, closing his eyes as beads of lake water evaporated from his chest. Beneath him, the tentacles gathered against his back, buttocks, and hamstrings, their suckers forming a pleasant vacuum seal against his skin until they formed a living “raft” of iridescent blue-green flesh that lifted him higher out of the water.
His chilled skin, pebbled with goosebumps, absorbed the sun’s heat. He sank into complete relaxation as the muscular tendrils—slick with a musky-sweet secretion that smelled faintly of honeysuckle—pulsed rhythmically along the backside of his body, continuing their massage in rolling waves that matched his heartbeat, while more tendrils wrapped around his torso and thighs in a light, intimate embrace, leaving glistening trails across his skin.
Graham’s skin prickled with goosebumps as the gelatinous tentacle heads, each glistening with an opalescent sheen that shifted from azure to violet in the midday sun, sensuously caressed and kissed his wet flesh. They left trails of viscous secretion that smelled of brine and musk as they slithered along the hollow of his throat to the sharp angle of his jaw. Gossamer-thin filaments, no thicker than spider silk yet as strong as steel cable, sprouted from the water beneath his head and wove through his damp chestnut strands, hundreds of microscopic suction cups latching onto his scalp and temples with gentle, insistent pressure. A tingling warmth spread through his cranium like hot honey, seeping into the folds of his brain. Graham's eyelids fluttered closed as he sensed another consciousness unfurling within his own—ancient, vast, and hungrily curious.
The darkness behind his eyes dissolved into prismatic light that began as a soft phosphorescent glow and swelled into blinding brilliance, a myriad of colors he had no names for folding in on themselves with the precision of a living kaleidoscope—fractals of crimson bleeding into cobalt, spirals of emerald twisting through amber, all pulsating in rhythm with the creature’s alien heartbeat.
Lochlan…Graham whispered the name in his mind, feeling it unfold like a secret bloom in the space between thoughts. The presence strengthened at once, tendrils of consciousnessintertwining with his own as the kaleidoscopic lights responded, pulsing from a gentle aurora to a blinding supernova.I want to know you,he projected, each syllable shimmering with earnest longing,your joys and sorrows… your secrets… everything you shared with Grandpa Quinn. Show me your world… where you came from. Please, let me see.
Graham sensed a disturbance ripple through the entity like a stone dropped into still water, and the kaleidoscopic lights dimmed from supernova to dying embers. A consuming sadness—ancient and oceanic—flooded Graham’s consciousness, filling every synapse and hollow space until his chest physically ached with the weight of it.
Hot tears welled behind his closed eyelids, escaping in warm rivulets that mingled with the lake water on his cheeks. The iridescent tentacles wrapping his body tightened around him, their once gentle embrace now filled with a sense of desperation as they searched for solace in his presence, their slick surfaces pebbling with goosebumps of their own, while several smaller appendages—each tipped with a cluster of sensitive feelers—pressed against the pulse points of his neck, nuzzling deep into the hollow of his throat as if desperately seeking warmth and comfort.
Shuddered sobs clawed their way up Graham’s throat as the creature’s utter despair poured into him like black ink spreading through clear water, tainting every memory with its darkness. He instinctively curled his arms around the thickest tentacles. The creature’s skin rippled against his own in waves of tension, muscles bunching and releasing beneath the smooth surface, each contraction transmitting wordless desperation directly into Graham’s bones. A keening vibration passed through the tentacles into his body, too low for ears but unmistakable to his marrow—the sound of something vast and alien trying toexpress an emotion it had no voice for—seeming to cry out in a pain so profound it transcended species.
Show me what hurts.
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Graham’s skull threatened to splitas pressure built behind his eyes, then erupted into his consciousness like a supernova. His spine arched, mouth stretched in a silent scream. A world materialized—not in his mind but around him—a vast ocean without shores, its viscous azure depths shimmering with bioluminescent life. Tentacled beings pulsed through currents, their translucent bodies communicating in ripples of color and light.
Suddenly, the sky ripped open with unimaginable violence. A behemoth of molten rock plunged through the liquid atmosphere, trailing fire that didn’t extinguish. Graham felt the impact as if it struck his own body—bones shattering, organs rupturing. The planet lurched, its orbit destabilized. Through billions of terrified minds, he witnessed their sun grow from distant star to looming inferno.
Surface waters boiled away. Billions of consciousnesses screamed into Graham’s mind as they withered, desiccated husks floating in evaporating seas. Through Lochlan’s memory, Graham felt the desperate embrace of another—their tentacles intertwining in terror as they secreted a crystalline cocoon around themselves, the last of their bodily fluids sacrificed for this final chance at survival.
The void of space crushed against their shelter. Stars streaked by as they tumbled, directionless, until Earth’s gravity seized them. Their cocoon became their funeral pyre, burningthrough the atmosphere. Graham tasted the scorching pain as protective membranes charred away.
They plummeted toward blue salvation, but too much had burned away. Graham felt Lochlan’s desperate struggle to drag his mate’s withering form into the lake’s embrace. Felt the moment when the last flicker of connection between them severed. Tasted salt that wasn't water as Lochlan curled around the lifeless form, his own consciousness dimming into a hibernation so profound it resembled death.
Lochlan’s grief crashed through Graham in waves that threatened to tear his mind asunder, before everything went black—centuries of hibernation compressed into seconds of absolute emptiness—until a gentle spirit called from across the void of loneliness, its voice like a forgotten lullaby that made Lochlan’s dormant heart ache with recognition. The faintest brush of another lonely soul—warm, yearning, achingly human—awakened him from centuries of frozen grief, unfurling tendrils of desperate hope through his consciousness. This fragile connection pulled at him with the aching tenderness of a first love, a soft beacon in the black abyss of his despair that promised not just existence, but the exquisite agony of feeling again—each pulse drawing him upward through layers of numbness toward something he'd believed forever lost: the raw, terrifying possibility of life... and love.
“NO!!”The cry ripped from Graham’s throat with such force that it left the tender flesh raw and burning. He lurched forward, crying and flailing, still feeling the scorchingburnsin his body, and the crushing horror and grief in his soul. “No… no… no…”Graham was shaking, disoriented, tears streaming downhis face. The soul-shredding pain held on, crippling his mind, bending his body into a fetal position.“No… it hurts… it hurts…”
Tentacles encased him,hugginghis trembling form, caressing his skin that felt too sensitive from the phantom sensation of scalded flesh. Graham was hardly conscious of being drawn beneath the surface even as the cool water rushed soothingly over his aching body. He instinctively held his breath, tiny bubbles slipping from his nose, as he was pulled deeper toward the lakebed far below, surrounded by a murky blur. Just as his lungs began to constrict and burn, a small tendril the thickness of a straw slid into his mouth and down his throat, slipping past his gag reflex and deeper into his chest.
