“Coooome,” the man hissed.
I turned back around to face him once more. He sat on the floor, the blanket now held open. He wanted me to climb into his arms. Well, in for a penny already, so why not? I obliged, settling myself on his lap. He slid his hands up under my shirt, one hand caressing my abs while the other felt my pecs. His skin turned out to be clammy, with a soft yet rubbery feel to it. My nipples pebbled as he teased them, the reaction partly from the pinch and roll he was working my left nipple with and partly from the chill of his flesh. Thankfully, it began to warm up as it leeched heat from my body.
The hand on my abs moved lower, his fingers fumbling at the button on my jeans. Getting it undone, he lowered my zip and pushed his hand inside. He fondled me for several more moments before suddenly jerking his hands free and shoving me down onto the floor. I threw my hands forward to catch myself, wincing as I scraped my palm on a rough bit of floorboard. I felt something then, something hard like a blade. I looked over my shoulder and wished I hadn’t as I saw his forearms had morphed into clawed appendages, one of which he was using to cut my jeans and underwear free of me. My shirt followed next and I shivered as he ran a clawed tip down my spine, goosebumps popping up along my arms making the fine hairs stand on end. I looked away, deciding to just feel and not see. If it didn’t hurt me, it’d be fine, I decided. And if it did hurt, it wouldn’t unMake me, as that wasn’t the deal. He was adding to my Making, not undoing it. That was the transaction I had just agreed to, after all.
A scrabbling noise now as the claw withdrew, then something long, thin, and muscular wrapped itself around my waist. I closed my eyes, unwilling to look at the tentacle that had just made itself known. Another probed around my anus and I forced myself to relax as it stroked against my hole, probing. I would have probably managed to keep my eyes shut had I not felt cold water seep against my fingers. I opened them, panic threatening to rise as I saw pools of water were trickling in under the door.
“It’ssss okayyy,” the Old One breathed into my ear. “You willll not drowwwwwnnn.”
My eyes flicked up to the walls. I could spot watermarks going at least halfway up, so I wasn’t convinced. The room was empty save for the light, myself and the Old One, and his now discarded blanket. `He laughed as he took note of where I was looking. I turned to look at him annoyance, forgetting why I hadn’t wanted to see. His head was still humanoid, but his torso wasn’t. Forget having only eight arms; he had at least a dozen, some with small suckers, some without. Those without oozed a shiny liquid from large pores. A large penis jutted from his lower center mass. It was massive and I prayed he didn’t tear me apart with it.
His mouth moved into an approximation of a grin.
“Isss okayyy. Firssst, play,” he said in that oddly sibilant voice of his., waving one of the oozing limbs. “Thhhhennn ffffuck.” He moved the greasy-looking tentacle to my hole, and I felt the slickness of the fluid.
Thank fuck for that. He made his own monster lube. I felt the tip slide in and wriggle its way up my passage. I gasped at the strange feeling. Another limb moved to my cock. It was one of the oiled up ones and it curled up its narrow end around my cock. It squeezed and tugged, then slid up and down, teasing me. I saw stars as the one in my ass tapped my happy place. Two more wound around my chest, suckers attaching themselves to nipples. I felt like I’d fallen into one of those Japanese comics Michael had been so fond of. Hentai, my mind supplied. Yes, I was in a tentacle sex piece of real-life hentai, I thought, as my brain tried to rationalize what was happening. More slid around my waist, tightening as they suddenly yanked me backwards against his torso.
I cried out in shock at the suddenness, clamping my mouth shut as the dean’s earlier warning sprang to mind. It was a good thing, too, as next, he flung us sideways and began to roll us towards the door. Only he didn’t. He stopped a couple of feet in front of it, then changed direction. My panicked gaze saw then that there was a trapdoor set into the floor. He reached yet another tentacle out, using it to push the door open. It opened downwards. My mind recognized that this was most likely where he swam up to, pulling the door open to get inside. More water flooded in, but it didn’t matter. He dropped us down, then began swimming, taking us further out. My lungs burned as I ran out of air. Then he breached the surface again, and I dragged in a lungful of sweet air, quickly clamping my mouth closed and closing my eyes, my arms pinned to my side so I couldn’t pinch my nostrils shut, as he took us back down.
He did this over and over again, until I lost count, toying with my body as he did so. His mouth sucked on my neck, a second tentacle slid into my ass next to the first. He milked my cock, stopping just before I could come, and manipulated his suckers so that they tugged at my nipples in mimicry of being suckled. The sensations were overwhelming and I quickly found myself adrift, incognizant of anything other than pleasure and the need to breathe or to hold my breath. That is, until he pulled out from my ass and while I sucked in a lungful of air, pushed that massive dick inside me. All the air I’d taken in whooshed out as `I yelled. I got a mouthful of water for my trouble. Luckily, he didn’t take us down deep, popping back up almost immediately. He left us there, heads above water, as he thrust in and out of me with wild abandon. He hammered hard, hitting my prostate so hard I knew it would be bruised. I didn’t care, as it added a tinge of pain that was sweet. My cock erupted, jetting ropes of cum into the frothy sea. He kept pistoning as I came, his movements now erratic. Then I felt it, an electric shock zinging through my ass as he filled me with liquid heat. I screamed then, and the world went black.
When I came to, I was back in the shed. The trapdoor was shut and the blanket was draped over me. He was nowhere to be seen. Someone had come and unlocked the door, as it was ajar. I got up, keeping the itchy blanket around me to preserve some sense of modesty.
Unnnnntillllll next timmmmmme.
I jumped, hearing the Old One’s voice in my head.
Mmmmy nnnnnammme is Arrakusss.
So, this is what happens when one joins the upper echelons of the Family and bond with an Old One, I thought as I stumbled out in the sunlight, grateful to see that it must still be morning. Only the bookstore was open, and thankfully, no one save the proprietor was inside. He took one look at me, reached below the counter, and handed me the bag of spare clothes that I’d given Father. Then he pointed to a door.
“You can change in there.”
I staggered there and was pleased to see a washcloth, hand soap, and towel had been added to my bag. I used them to clean up, washing the salt from my skin, then redressed. My ass was sore, my muscles were protesting, and my throat felt raw and parched. I wanted a large drink of water and bed, in that order. First, though, I had to do the walk of shame back to my room. As for class that day, they could suck it. I wasn’t going anywhere, except maybe that tutoring session with Shannon.
11
When I finally woke up, I reached for my phone. It had been turned off, presumably by Father. When I switched it back on, I was treated to a cacophony of pings as my notifications blew up. I put it on mute, noting I had less than an hour before my tutoring session to go. I went into the small bathroom to shower. I could read the messages after when they stopped coming in. I was still numb with exhaustion and despite having slept for so long, still felt tired and lethargic. My muscles still ached too, especially around my ribs where dark marks sowed where he’d held me fast. I’d probably strained my chest muscles during my efforts to hold my breath, then gulp in air, then hold, over and over.
Stepping under the warm spray, I added some of my citrus body wash to the plastic net body scrubber I kept hanging on the wall. I stared at the plastic suckered hook as I rubbed it against my skin. I began scrubbing harder, my skin stinging as the plastic fibers abraded my skin from the force I was using. I scoured my entire body, my arms, my legs, my cock and scrotum, my asshole. I stopped, bracing my hand against the shower wall, a sob escaping from my throat. I’d thought I was fine, that I’d long ago made peace with what I had become. I was coping with Michael’s loss in a sensible manner, too, or so I had convinced myself. And last night, I had talked myself into believing I was fine and dandy trading the use of my body for more prestige within the Family and high society. I wasn’t, though; I wasn’t okay with any of it. My shoulders shook and my legs trembled as I let out decades of pain. I heard a beast howling in agony somewhere. I understood how it felt; my tears coursing faster in sympathy to the pain that mirrored my own. When my legs gave out, I crouched down in the shower, turning off the water on my way down.
“Hey, man, it’s okay,” I heard as the shower cubicle door opened. Arms draped a warm towel over me; then a hand encouraged me to stand up. I turned tear blurred eyes to look upon the face of the one showing me such kindness. It was Rusty. He glanced over his shoulder as I clamped my mouth shut, suddenly acutely aware that the beast howling was me. “Look in his drawers for some undies and a t-shirt. “
“Okay,” came Henry’s voice.
I sniffled. “Sorry,” I croaked.
“Nah. Don’t say anything. When you didn’t return, I told Henry it must have been bad. Shit man, are those sucker marks?” His wide-eyed gaze stared at my torso, where Arrakus had left vivid rings on my abdomen and around my nipples. I nodded. “Shit, I thought that Cthulu shit was just a story to scare us younger Legacies.”
If he only knew the half of it.
His throat bobbed and he glanced away. “Did, did they…ummm…”
“I said yes. This is buyer’s remorse,” I told him honestly.
“Did they explain everything to you beforehand?” he asked. “I mean, they tell us we’ll get Made, and we know how we feed after,” he said, holding his hands up meaningfully to indicate how a lich sucks the life from their prey. “But not the mechanics of it.”
“This was something else. I was already Made. Had to…” I cleared my throat and glanced away, ashamed to admit I’d basically whored myself out so the Old One could talk to me telepathically. “Had to bond with him,” I explained, emphasizing so he knew precisely which him I was talking about.
