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wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure

To say Jade is displeased would be an understatement. It's not that he cares about this detention tarnishing his record, no. He doesn't really care about his record. What he does care about is how it cuts into his studying time. He had just come across a particularly fascinating snippet on the nature of death and the soul...

(And besides, those Hufflepuffs had started it with their incessant chattering. They're like a less annoying version of Saphir, and nobody had ever really objected when he hexed Saphir. And it's not like he used a serious hex; he just sealed and removed their mouths. Easily reversible, if they knew what they were doing - and knew how to use nonverbal spells.

After all, what kind of first-year doesn't know how to use nonverbal spells?)

But someone had taken offense to his hex, and now he finds himself trudging to Professor Rammsteiner's office, growing increasingly irritated at the loss of his study time. From what he's heard of detentions, they usually entail doing useless, mundane tasks easily accomplished with a little creative wandwork. He's thought about ignoring Professor Rammsteiner's orders more than once, but he's also been told that it would just lead to more detentions and thus a bigger waste of time.

Oh well. He's here now. With one last irritated sigh, he raises his hand to the door and knocks.

"Professor Rammsteiner? This is Jade Curtiss."

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"I'd cast a protective charm around myself first," he says, like it's the most natural thing in the world.

Then his eyebrows draw together in a frown. That touch felt like...

"Can you come here for a moment?"

Curious despite himself, Heine comes up to the edge of the pool beside Jade.

"What is it?"

There's movement again. Water slaps softly against the sides of the pool.

He's watching the water, that frown never leaving his face. It's dark in the little chamber, with only a dim torch to light up the area. He can't tell if the shadows he's seeing are just natural shadows formed by water, or if there's something in the water.

"I want to test something."

And he'll try shove Professor Rammsteiner into the water.

It's instinct, pure and simple, that has Heine reacting in time—to grab Jade by the wrist and drag him in with him, that is. He lands in the water with a splash, sinks down, and surfaces sputtering and furious.

"What the fuck—"

He's cut off just as abruptly when something wraps around his ankle and drags him down. Almost immediately he sends a spell underwater, but without an idea of where to aim it just enrages whatever lies beneath the surface of the water further. It lashes out another appendage, grabbing for Jade.

Of course Professor Rammsteiner had to drag him down with him; Jade would have snapped at him if he wasn't busy spluttering as well, goosebumps breaking out all over his body at the sudden chill of being submerged in water. His clothes feel heavy, weighing him down. He tries to slide his wrist out from Professor Rammsteiner's grip and hold onto the edge of the pool, but it's too late - something had dragged Professor Rammsteiner below the surface of the water already, and he can feel that same thing reaching for him as well, wrapping around his ankle.

At least now he knows for certain that there's something in here. Not that it'd help him if he dies here. He's being dragged down alongside Professor Rammsteiner, pulled deep underwater, as whatever is coiled around their ankles start slithering up, until it's wrapped around the whole length of their legs.

The touch is encroaching on areas of personal space that Heine is never really comfortable with having breached. He looks down, forcing his eyes open in the salty water to see a dark mass, and tentacle-like limbs closed fast around his legs and snaking further upwards. He struggles again and manages to halfway sever the appendage just below where it reaches his ankles.

The creature flinches, releasing its grip just long enough for Heine to kick hard and pull free. He swims for the surface. But feet away from breaking through, another tentacle, slick and immeasurably strong, catches him around the shoulder and moves up to wrap tight around his neck.

The tentacle squeezes around Heine's neck, but it's not with the crushing force of a monster looking to defend its territory. Rather, it's something carefully measured, designed to subdue rather than kill. All the while, the tentacle continues to drag him down.

Jade is faring no better. He doesn't dare draw his wand, not when it might be lost to the depths forever. Wandless magic works for him poorly, as it always has; the creature doesn't even seem to feel his attacks. All the while, the tentacle coils higher and higher, even as he feels his lungs burn for air. Where's Professor Rammsteiner? What is happening?

Heine tries to resist, but he loses all sense of up or down after a few seconds, vision fading at the edges. He knows he's about to pass out, but even then he can't do anything to stop it. As his body is going limper, the creature raises him back to the water's surface so he can breathe. With Jade, meanwhile, the tentacle curls itself firmly around his body. It moves slowly around him, finally stopping with the tip at his mouth.

Jade too is lifted to the surface so that he doesn't completely drown. A second tentacle joins the first on him as the coils of the first loosen, pressing between his legs and up under his robe.

Dazed and disoriented, Jade's mouth opens wide as he gasps for air, heedless of the strange appendage at his mouth. Which he regrets immediately, but at the same time, he's reasonably sure he can't have been expected to predict that the tentacle would actually slide into his mouth.

Jade gags at the taste of salt water, biting down out of reflex. What's going on? He twists, trying to get free — then stops cold, feeling the press of the first tentacle against his groin, questing around with what seems like a sense of purpose.

Startled, Jade blinks the water from his eyes, looking around for Professor Rammsteiner. It doesn't look like he'll be of much help, unfortunately. There's a tentacle coiled around his neck and covering his nose, keeping him subdued. As Jade watches, fascinated despite himself, another tentacle snakes under Professor Rammsteiner's robe and strains, trying to rip the whole garment apart.

Even though he's above water, the firm pressure over his mouth and nose and neck keeps him from drawing more than shallow breaths. Heine squeezes his eyes shut and squirms, trying to get water out of his eyes.

Suddenly cold air hits his skin, far sharper than he expected. He struggles again, dizzy with lack of air, making the torn fabric of his clothes fall away. He manages to focus on Jade but can do nothing more than that.

The tentacle exploring around Jade's waist sticks itself under his waistband and deeper, sliding around the join of his hip and thigh to go between his legs.

He feels oddly helpless like this, trapped in the snare of tentacles, half-floating in the water with no leverage of any sort to support himself, to break free. His water-logged clothing is cold and heavy against his skin, dragging him down. He might be drowning if it weren't for the tentacles' support.

He sucks in a breath when the tentacle first fits itself under his clothing. Under the coldness of the salt water, the tentacle is surprisingly warm, a sinuous flex of muscle gently undulating against his skin. He parts his legs by instinct, shuddering. A hot flush is creeping over his face; he doesn't look at Professor Rammsteiner.

Meanwhile, the tentacle trapping Heine tightens it's grip, trying to stop the squirming of its prey. More tentacles extend; these wrap around Heine's ankles, gently but firmly pulling his legs apart.

Encouraged, or perhaps just following its own instinct, the creature rubs between his legs, leaving slick on his damp skin between his cheeks, and behind and against his balls. Every time it pulls back the tentacle flicks its tip against Jade's entrance.

Heine keeps struggling. It's too much for the creature's liking, and when he continues it squeezes on the sides of his neck again. Heine is red in the face when he stops fighting it, eyes watering when he goes limp.

By then the appendages raising Jade just out of the water have started trying to press into him in earnest, one thrusting the first inch or so in and out of him. They aren't rough, but they aren't gentle, feeling carefully for Jade's limits and then methodically pushing past then.

The movements of the tentacle are deliberate. Too deliberate. Jade knows, with a sinking feeling of dread, that the tentacle is searching out his entrance, getting ready to enter him.

But for what purpose?

He doesn't have time to even think up a single possibility before the tentacle rubs over his entrance again. This time, it's not a flick. It presses forward, and Jade feels a curious mix of resignation and tension, knowing what's about to come and helpless to stop it.

The appendage sinks into him easily. He hisses, biting down harder on the tentacle still in his mouth.

Distantly, he's aware that Professor Rammsteiner had stopped struggling. Is he still conscious? He can't tell, especially when he keeps his head bowed like that, only looking at Professor Rammsteiner from the corner of his eyes.

Not that the tentacles care about Heine's state of consciousness. The moment he goes limp, they tighten against him even more thoroughly. More tentacles shoot out, reaching for his wrists. The creature isn't about to let someone so vital and powerful escape from it. It quests around insistently, intent on ripping every shred of clothing from Heine.

The creature recognizes that Jade is receptive, letting it in. It presses hard against the rim of his entrance, rubbing it as it thrusts in and out. With another tentacle it curls around the base of his cock, holding it out of the way. The creature starts to force its way in deeper from both ends, feeling him out.

Heine is on the edge of passing out. He can't focus on anything and the sensation of his clothes being torn away is all too much. He registers sensation, more than anything, and makes a strangled noise when he feels his legs being spread wide to prepare him for further exploration.

He gags and chokes, but the tentacle in his mouth continues pushing deeper into him, feeling his mouth with the taste of salt and something else, a heady musk that seems to settle through his flesh and into his bones. Somewhere along the way, he had stopped biting down on the intrusion. With a start, he realizes that he's sucking on it instead, tongue swiping along the muscular appendage to gather up the slick.

The tentacle inside him is moving deeper and deeper, almost seeming to writhe inside him, stretching his entrance open. This is wrong. Should be wrong. He should be fighting to get away. Instead, his legs are spreading wider of their own accord, his cock hardening, a low whine sounding deep in his throat.

Self-loathing isn't a foreign sensation to Jade, but he feels it more keenly now than ever. He must look ridiculous like this, allowing himself to be fucked by something not even human.

Not that Professor Rammsteiner is in any state to be looking at him. The tentacles seem to be trying to feel out every inch of him, coiling languidly over his chest and stomach, feeling out the small of his back, his hips, his cock. The pressure suffocating him lightens - the creature doesn't want to accidentally strangle a potential mate.

Heine catches his breath after a few minutes, and when he comes back around he realizes that his gaze has been resting on Jade for a while. Immediately he tries to look away. He doesn't want to see this. Nor does he want to struggle much more, knowing that he'll be choked into unconsciousness if he does. He keeps looking away even when he feels a pressure between his legs. Fuck. What the fuck... Heine doesn't know what's happening, or why, but he already just wants it to be over.

As Jade spreads his legs, the creature is encouraged to try with a second. It teases the tip around the rim of his entrance, tugging from time to time to test his receptivity. With another appendage it senses that Jade is becoming aroused; the one in his mouth rewards him by exuding more slick and retreating enough so that Jade can suck on just the tip.

He doesn't want this. He finds himself sucking on the thing in his mouth anyway, arousal completely hazing over his mind, reducing his actions to ones of pure instinct. Almost, he's reminded of that night in Professor Eichel's room, when he had been too overwhelmed to think, but this is so much worse. At least Professor Eichel had been a human, not some mindless thing, probing into him with single-minded purpose.

(He's not so far gone that he can't spare the time to wonder just what they were planning for the Second Task.)

Meanwhile, the creature is encouraged by Heine's passive acceptance. It curls around his cock more purposefully, as smaller tendrils rub against his hole, covering the entire area in a layer of glistening slick. There's much more slick on Heine than there had been on Jade; the creature senses that Heine might put up fiercer struggle than the smaller human ensnared in its other tentacles.

The film of the creature's excretions covering Heine's cock causes a reaction beyond his control. Warmth gathers in his lower stomach and crotch and he hardens, much to his own disgust. Heine tries to resist it, but the creature's pheromones overwhelm him, bit by bit, and his mind clouds with arousal.

Heine has to resist the urge to look over at Jade. But soon, he doesn't have much of a choice; the tentacles still almost surrounding him, covering all the skin they can reach with that mind-altering slick, begin to move him through the water to be closer to Jade.

It's easier for the creature to have both mates closer together. It nudges Jade to spread his legs a bit more before it raises its ovipositor, even thicker and fuller than its other appendages. For the moment it just holds it ready while trying to spread Jade's entrance with two prying at his hole and a thicker one thrusting in and out of him.

It's probably just the nature of the human mind to draw parallels between new experiences and previous experiences. Regardless, Jade finds himself being more and more keenly reminded of that night spent with Professor Eichel, especially when he feels yet another intrusion thrusting into him, filling him with slick and holding him open. Not for the first time, he has the feeling that the creature has some goal in mind.

What goals do animals have?

Survival.

Procreation.

No. No. It can't really be...

He twists in the creature's grip, trying to look at Professor Rammsteiner through the mass of tentacles that surround them. "Can't you d— "

His words die into a choked noise as the tentacle hovering at his lips suddenly thrusts into his mouth once more. Sensing that its mates are growing restless, the creature redoubles its efforts to prepare Heine, starting to work one tentacle inside him. Slick drips freely from the tip of the tentacle, and the creature coats it liberally all over Heine's walls, pushing deep inside Heine, using the slick to raise Heine's sensitivity. The tentacle is quickly joined by a second one, probing around to brush against all those newly-sensitized areas, just to make sure the slick did its work properly.

Heine looks at Jade when he speaks, just for a moment; when the tentacle silences him the movement reminds him of something. Not Jade sucking him off that first time (he remembers almost every second of that night, almost too clearly), but of some other time. The tangible sensation of being filled, too, isn't totally unfamiliar.

He stops wondering why when the creature's slick does its work. It sinks into him, making his skin tingle and his body relax. Heine groans quietly, then more loudly, when the tip of one tentacle intrudes deep into his body. Another appendage moves to go over his mouth, between his teeth, effectively muffling him.

It's only a few more minutes before the tentacles fucking Jade withdraw entirely. The two holding him open stay, however. They remain steady as the creature's ovipositor moves to just below the surface of the water, its heavy length visibly swelling towards tip as eggs move from its sac to the front, ready to be laid. Heine can see it, even with the rippling water distorting the image.

What the fuck, he thinks again. Whether its for him or for Jade or for both of them, he knows even through the haze of the slick that he has to get away. He twists again in the tentacles' grip, a spell making the ones holding him down start to smoke. But the creature responds by yanking him underwater with sudden force, so quickly it leaves him no time to even take a last breath—and Jade is left alone above the suddenly quiet water, held just so, when the ovipositor's head moves to rest inside his open entrance.

He can see Professor Rammsteiner thrashing around - and then, nothing. He's simply gone, dragged underwater with a muffled splash.

He's alone. There's no one to help him.

But that's fine. That's the way it should be. He should be able to help himself. Jade struggles again, unable to see what's happening from the angle he's at, but knowing that something is about to happen, and soon. He goes through every curse he knows, every hex and protective charm, but none of it works.

There's something nudging at his entrance again, something much more solid than the sinuous curve of the tentacles that had previously been in him. It enters him slowly, teasing at his slickened walls, the slightest touch enough to send pleasure flooding through him.

Whatever the slick is, it's potent. And the creature is busy pumping more of it into Heine, a constant trickle of it down his throat and deep inside his body. For the moment, it keeps Heine underwater. This time, Heine might be able to see the truth of the situation: multiple ovipositors, all lurking underneath the surface of the water, all at the ready and awaiting their turn.

Submerged deep under the water, Heine can do nothing but swallow and occasionally kick convulsively. He can see the other thicker appendages, each full of eggs, and panic makes him run out of oxygen even more quickly. It's only a minute or two before he feels unconsciousness dragging at him again.

The ovipositor entering Jade is slow but steady in its progress, careful not to damage its new mate as it sinks into Jade's body. Once it's settled, it pulsates, sending another spurt of slick in ahead of its first egg. The eggs are almost perfectly spherical, without any tapered shape to help it it takes a certain amount of effort from the creature to push one egg from its ovipositor into Jade's passage.

A second is quick to follow. It shoves the first one in deeper when it enters Jade. After that the frequency of the eggs is higher, but uneven, the creature eager to lay its clutch in a receptive mate.

As Heine starts to go limp, one of the ovipositors begins to glide towards him. It brushes against his cheek as it moves on its way to probe at his entrance. Ultimately, the creature seems to decide that Heine isn't ready enough, and the ovipositor remains pressed loosely against Heine's stomach as the creature's tentacles are busy pumping Heine full of that mind-altering slick. He's lifted closer to the surface again, but only just enough to allow him to breath; the greater part of his body remains submerged, trapped within the creature's domain.

Jade barely notices Heine's struggles. The greater part of his attention is focused on this new intrusion, similar to a tentacle but not quite.

Dread coils in his stomach. Now that he's worked out what this creature wants...

The appendage is slowly but steadily workings its way into him, deeper than Jade thought possible. He swallows, heart beating rapidly in his chest, a little concerned for his own safety. It's enough to make him stop struggling, and the creature seems to approve, lifting another tentacle to his mouth, dripping with fresh slick for him to suck on.

Or maybe the creature is just trying to distract him. An impossible task, of course. In his current hyperaware state, he can't fail to miss the way the appendage inside him suddenly seems to swell in size. It's as if a small bump is travelling down the length of the appendage inside him, stretching him out as it goes. It's pleasurable more than anything, a slow drag against his inner walls that doesn't but an undue amount of strain on him.

Then, suddenly, the progress of the bump comes to a stop. Something seems to settle into his body.

It's really happening. He knows what that appendage is now; it's an ovipositor. The creature is laying an egg inside him. Or rather, eggs, one after another, what feels like a whole torrent of them, each round egg pushing the previous one deeper and deeper into him. There's an unfamiliar feeling clawing at Jade, wild and frantic - he twists, heedless of the possible danger, needing to get away.

Despite his efforts the tentacles show no sign of letting go. The ovipositor continues pushing egg after egg into Jade while the ones holding his ankles tighten, gripping him firmly in place. The more he thrashes, the harder they hold on to him. The tentacles at his entrance start forcing their way in, hooking slightly to keep him from pulling away.

Heine is struggling to even breathe. But he sees Jade, and dread and confusion flood his mind. This time, however, he doesn't act on it. His body is too hot, too overrun by sensation. He stays limp in the tentacles, eyelids fluttering as the slick's effects take over his mind.

He's trapped. No, worse than that, he's even more open and vulnerable before, as the tentacles coil tighter around him, forcing him to be receptive to the intrusion, to the eggs. They're still being forced into his body, their curves holding his passageway open. He can't tell how many of them are in him by now - six? Seven? More? There's another one coming, and Jade keeps trying to fight his way free, clawing at the appendages that he can reach. Curses tumble over each other in his mind; a tendril seems to flinch away from him, but then it winds around him once more.

He can't simply lie down and accept this, like Professor Rammsteiner is doing. There's no help coming from his teacher. He'll have to break free on his own, or...

Already, he can feel a weight inside him that hasn't been there before, a sensation of being stretched and filled in a way distinctly different from being fucked. And, sickeningly, it doesn't hurt. Instead, warmth and pleasure seems to radiate from the area, and there are tentacles stroking at his face, until he feels light-headed from the smell of slick and musk.

But where the tentacles are tightening their grip on Jade, the creature relaxes its hold on Heine. It withdraws the tentacle it has inside him, and the ovipositor glides smoothly forward, reaching between Heine's legs to put the tip of its egg-filled length at Heine's entrance. The tip is round with an egg already - the creature is eager to start laying, and it moves faster than it should when it starts working its way into Heine, all the slick already inside Heine easing its way in.

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