“The Academy has a lot of secrets, but this... this isoursecret,” he said.
I watched in awe and shock as he slowly undid one button at a time, his glowing eyes never leaving my gaze.
“Only legacies and those who know about this place, can access it. And now that you know about it...” His tentacles pushed some loose, windblown hair behind my shoulder, his suckers tickling my exposed neck. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was some mixture of hot and monstrous, terrifying, yet uniquely beautiful.
“Well, now you can access this beautiful place,” he purred, his glowing eyes never falling from mine.
But I wasn’t so strong. My gaze traced the contours of his slender neck, down his shoulders. He ran a hand through his sandy hair, the motion exposing the spot where his tentacles formed, protruding from his skin.
I think I actually gasped, not because his chest was like a work of art with its perfect definition, but because the deep purplish black scales that peppered half of his abdomen shone like amethysts even in the overcast light, and the sight of where those tentacle appendages started and how they curled of their own volition, was as grotesque as it was beautiful.
And then Norman started to slowly unbutton and unzip his pants, and I realized I may be in over my head.
Reality crashed into me at once. The only time I’d ever seen a naked man was when tourists got drunk periodically and went gallivanting up the beach in town. And most certainly those willies were attached to far less attractive men.
Not to mention, they were just men. Not some weird amalgamation of sea creature and boy next door.
I turned to face Wanda, embarrassed at my sudden panic, only to see that she too, was also in a state of undress.
And suddenly, I’d never felt so inadequate in all my life. Wanda stood before me like a true siren. Long, tawny legs that went on for days, her petite breasts perfect and round, like they were made for clamshells straight from the ocean. Her teal hair blew in the wind, and she smirked at me, her eyes glowing a weird sort of teal-aqua that was both as beautiful as it was strange.
Is that a thing around here?
Does everyone have weird glowy eyes or something?
“Well, darling, what are you waiting for?” she said haughtily, nodding to the cliff that jutted out above the rumbling waves. “Set yourself free,” she purred.
“Go on, Violet, you know you want to,” Norman said as he sauntered over to Wanda, his tentacle wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and she let out a giggle, that was the purest sound I’d ever heard.
Norman’s lips pulled into a smile as he laid a kiss on her neck, and my insides warmed immediately at the sight.
A part of me wanted to join them. Wanted to have the confidence they did. Even Norman, who was not entirely human in form, didn’t seem to care what he looked like naked, tentacles protruding from various parts of his body like some Spider-Man villain. Instead, it was the opposite.
Wanda pulled away, and I tried to keep my gaze above the belt, but I failed miserably, my cheeks reddening upon the sight of his rather erect purplish pink member—complete with a literal tentacle sucker on the tip. Norman only laughed, his voice full of flirtation.
“My eyes are up here, Violet,” he teased, and immediately I forced myself to look up, but instead of catching his gaze, it was Wanda’s I found.
She smirked, too.
Norman left his spot next to Wanda, brushing past me once more, his tentacles ruffling my pleats on my skirt, which caused me to jump nearly ten feet off the ground.
“I promise we don’t bite,” he said, chomping his teeth.
“I, uh, think I’ll stay here, actually, just, uh... enjoy the sounds of nature,” I said, my voice shaking.
Wanda frowned.
“Suit yourself, my little starfish,” she said with a shake of her hair. “You heard the girl, darling,” she said solidly.
Norman pulled his face back from me, his deep green eyes glowing. The sound of my breath was thunderous to my own ears, and I wondered if he could sense my fear.
Though what I was afraid of, I wasn’t sure.
“Come on, Norman, let’s get wet,” Wanda called.
“My pleasure, baby,” he said, walking backward away from me, and this time I didn’t look where I shouldn’t.
