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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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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.

Heine is still fighting to stay cognizant, his last trip underwater enough to put most thoughts of resistance out of his mind. He's been so flooded with the creature's onslaught of pheromones that his brain is a muddy mess of take, good, primal instinct taking over normal thought, and it's about all he can do to groan and try and close his legs when something much thicker than the previous tentacles settles between his legs.

It doesn't work. Heine knows that it's eggs. He knows he shouldn't have anything like that inside his body. But his body says otherwise, laid out relaxed and completely receptive to the creature. He's turned over to face the water, torso held just above it and legs and hips submerged so that the tentacles can easily support his weight. All his muscles are lax, keeping him from resisting the intrusion of egg after egg in any way. The odd weight of that first egg entering him and settling well inside his passage makes his stomach flip. Heine's never felt anything like it before. Yet, it doesn't feel bad. Logically, in that last working part of his brain, Heine knows it's from the creature pouring its slick into him from both ends. But as a second egg moves into him and lodges just beside the first one, it feels right, like his body was made for this.

After a slight twitch away from Jade, the creature returns to him with an earnest. The appendages hold him tight, maneuvering his body and tipping him to keep his hips up. In the process his head and shoulders go into the water, but the creature banks on him being able to survive that for at least a few minutes, while a second ovipositor replaces the first just after it pulls out. The second one is just as full of eggs as the one before it, swelling visibly with the first egg traveling through it and into Jade. There's no respite after the first egg goes into him; the ovipositor pumps egg after egg into its host, unrelenting, wanting the most possible offspring.

Futilely, he struggles, as salty water closes over his nose and mouth, stinging at his closed eyes. This is all wrong, a foreign mass in his stomach that shouldn't be there. His face feels hot and flushed even with the coolness of the water surrounding him. A steady pressure is building up in his head, his pulse hammering in his ears.

He can't breathe. A few bubbles escape from him as he forcibly reminds himself not to panic, not to drown, even as the first ovipositor removes itself from his body, leaving its eggs behind. It drives the point home: the eggs are here to stay. They're nestled inside his body now, and he's painfully aware of the feeling of them inside him.

At least the creature is done. It should be letting him go soon, he just has to -

Something else is probing at his entrance.

No. No. A steady stream of bubbles escapes from him as he feels the appendage - another ovipositor - entering him, the telltale bump of an egg bulging in its length. He's taken so many eggs already, he can't...

The creature lifts Jade's hips higher as it continues to lay its eggs, giving Heine a good view of what is happening. The ovipositor inside Heine is hard at work, pumping eggs and slick into him in equal amounts, not willing to take the risk of Heine regaining his fighting spirit. Three eggs, four... They come at a regular pace at first, but the last few come in rapid succession, so close to each other that it's as if the creature is laying them two at a time.

When the ovipositor is done, it twists inside Heine, trying to nudge its load deeper into him to make space for the next batch of eggs.

The last group of eggs—almost a barrage—leaves Heine feeling uncomfortably full and heavy, each of the spheres surrounded by a large amount of fluid. A glance down reveals that he's starting to show, stomach curved outward in an unfamiliar way. And as the ovipositor shoves a bit more, pushing the mass of eggs and slick deeper into him, he realizes that all those other appendages he'd seen underwater weren't just for show. He'll have to take more... just like Jade, whom he can see a few feet away, turned upside-down and head stuck underwater. His stomach is slightly distended, too, and Heine thinks he can see the grotesque movement of eggs shifting under his skin.

Heine tries to move again, to at least do something to keep Jade from drowning, but as soon as he does the tentacle still in his mouth shoves its way down his throat and swells with a next gush of slick so potent he stops stock-still. It feels good. He should stay. Breathing shallowly only through his nose, Heine sags down in the grip of the tentacles again, staring blearily at Jade as his body is flipped back over and up so he can breathe.

The second ovipositor is already in place, deep enough to keep gravity from dragging any of the already-laid eggs from the host. It's in so deep that even as one egg is being deposited inside Jade, the second one traveling through it is stuck right at Jade's entrance. Another push and both slide into his passage. A third, fourth and fifth are quick on their heels. Some of the eggs are somewhat larger than the others, not perfectly uniform, and the six and seventh from this ovipositor cause its girth to bulge even more than the others before they make it to Jade.

He's yanked upwards without warning, breaking free of the water again. Water streams down his face. He shudders as the cold air hits him. Shouldn't the cold make him more lucid? Instead, he feels more muddled than ever, unable to think properly. That realization is every bit as disturbing as the eggs pushing into him - and the realization that in the past while, more and more, he's had his mind addled by sex.

Another egg makes its way into him, and its progress is too easy - this can't be his purpose, to be fucked and used and bred, yet it feels alarmingly right. He groans as the next egg presses against him, nudging at his entrance a few times before he relaxes enough to accommodate it. It stretches him out as it travels into him, pressing insistently against his walls.

The next egg is just as big. He aches. There's too much inside him. How are they all fitting inside him? He darts a glance downwards, and a choked noise leaves him as he sees the gentle swell of his stomach. An egg settles inside him, and he can't tell if it's his imagination, or if he really did just see his stomach growing even bigger.

The tentacles surrounding Heine undulate gently around him, encouraging him to settle down and simply enjoy. The first ovipositor finishes and moves away, replaced by another one without fanfare. This one is longer than the others, and thicker too, filled up with the biggest of the creature's eggs. It's gentler than the first, taking its time to enter Heine and quest deep inside him.

Heine is almost completely subdued, his body relaxed despite the clutch of eggs already inside him. The next batch, composed of bigger eggs, still isn't something he's prepared for. When the first one is pushed past his hole and into him, he makes a strangled noise around the tentacle in his mouth. He's so full already. He feels stretched out and heavy, like there's no more room in his body.

But the second egg follows the first, and the third follows the second. Heine can't even tense his body and try and squeeze them out and they're too deep anyway. The creature's constant contact is soothing now, letting him settle into the simple act of being bred.

The second ovipositor has finished inside Jade. The other tentacles turn him again, careful not to let any eggs slip out but not all that gentle otherwise. A third appendage, about as thick as the first, rises out of the water and slides up along Jade's body. The creature expects that such a receptive mate can take at least one more clutch, and it begins trying to slide the ovipositor with a third batch into him, forcing the thick length even past the previous eggs to get in deep.

Jade isn't prone to giving up. But neither is he one to waste his energy on a losing battle, and this battle is one that had been lost long, long ago. He's limp and shuddering when the second ovipositor finishes with him. Weakly, he tries to slide out of the tentacles' grasp and back to the relative safety of the shore, but when the tentacles force his head underwater again, he doesn't try to fight it. It seems they aren't finished with him yet. The most he can do is endure.

He lets out a silent groan as another ovipositor enters him. Something about it feels different this time - he can feel the eggs inside him shifting, a strange sensation that makes his stomach roil, although whether that's from pleasure or nausea, he can't tell.

The sensation of eggs travelling through the ovipositor is almost a familiar one by now, but again, something about it feels different this time. Maybe it's because the slick had so much time to work on him, or maybe, maybe...

He can't think. His head is foggy with arousal. There's water all around him, lapping at his face and body, each shift and coil of the tentacles sending splashes of salty spray against him. The eggs nudge at his walls, sending pleasure through the base of his spine and upwards, a pleasant fuzzy static that fills his whole body. His cock is hard and aching.

How is this possible? Jade feels cold, disturbed by the realization that he's getting off to this, being spread open and used by an aquatic beast as some sort of incubator for its multitude of offspring.

The creature doesn't hold onto Heine with any great force now; it'd be easy for Heine to break free if he tries. Instead, the creature focuses on breeding him properly, sliding each egg into him with agonizing slowness and care. Tentacles stroke at Heine's belly, covering it with more slick to help the muscles there relax and stretch.

Even though he can feel that the grip on him is weaker now, Heine doesn't try to resist again. His whole body feels warm and floaty; he's been in the water and off his feet for long enough that he can't really remember what it feels like to support his own weight. And anyway, he doesn't want to. He feels good and full, in such a daze that arousal is just a part of it. So much of the creature's slick has seeped into him that putting a thought together is almost beyond him. He just stays where he is, panting softly but otherwise barely reacting as each of the last, large eggs sinks into his body.

He's so full. Heine looks down and can't even flinch at the sight of his swollen stomach. It seems strange, but not altogether undesirable. He'll be a good host for the eggs. He'll have to take care of them.

The third ovipositor continues pulsating inside Jade, laying its last clutch as deep inside as it can to keep the eggs from being pushed out. When it finally finishes and slips out, another tentacle curls tightly around Jade's cock, surrounding the length of it and beginning to pump his erection. The ones holding him don't bother lifting his head out of the water just yet.

Time passes by, marked only by the feeling of eggs travelling into him, stretching him out. How long has he been underwater? He can't tell. But he's running out of air. A dull roar sounds in his ears, almost like the sound of a waterfall. His head swims.

He's dimly aware of the ovipositor finishing with him, sliding out sinuously, leaving the heavy weight of the eggs inside his body. Still, the creature keeps him underwater. Jade has to wonder what the point of that is - why risk potentially drowning the host bearing its eggs?

Probably because the creature isn't sentient, working with human logic. Jade resigns himself to his fate and simply tries to last as long as he can.

Precious bubbles of air escape him as he feels muscular tentacles curl around his cock, smooth skin against smooth skin. It's so different from a human hand - there's so much more of the tentacles, and they grip with a strength entirely unlike that of a human's.

His whole body tenses up. The eggs rub against the walls of his stomach, and he can feel them stretching him out. The sensation makes him come, twitching and writhing in the hold of the tentacles, head spinning with a mix of pleasure and sputtering discomfort as salt water floods into his nose and mouth.

The tentacles are gentler with Heine, the ovipositor slipping out of him with great care once it's finished. The other tentacles busy themselves with making him feel good, curling around to stroke at his cock and balls, brushing against his taint and the edges of his gaping hole.

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