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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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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.

The tease of tentacles against the rim of his hole feels odd, but the tentacles are so slick that there's barely any friction, just a smooth glide and pressure. He moans again, staring down at his stomach and the tentacles still curled around him as he nears climax. Every press sends an rippling thrill through his gut, up his spine. The eggs inside him are shifting against each other and pressing out against his belly, oddly stimulating.

It comes as a surprise when he does come. His cock twitches weakly; come is more milked out of him in a dribble than anything else by the tentacle curled firmly around his length. When the sensation washes through him, it leaves Heine feeling utterly exhausted and aware that his body is trying to tighten again. It's a futile effort, for the most part, but as he's lifted from the water to the side of the pool, the largest egg trying to slip out of his body is held in—barely.

The warmth of the slick is far from fading, and Heine lies limp and still on the ground, coming back to himself. A solid surface is more disorienting than water at this point. For a few minutes he just blinks at the stones by his face, adjusting to the heavy weight of the eggs in his stomach.

After Jade comes, he's turned over and also brought to the side of the pool and deposited gently so he can catch his breath. Though letting its mates stray is dangerous, it's a risk the creature has to take in order to complete the next step of its reproductive process. Having two mates arrive at once was already a fortunate coincidence. It'll take the odds of letting its mates wander to find more genetic material for the eggs.

The cold air almost feels like a bucket of ice being dumped over his head. Jade gasps, winded, every bit of him shaking and over-sensitive as he tries to draw in enough air to steady his racing mind. He's barely aware of what's happening, only that instead of the endless water around him, he's back on solid land, and he feels heavier than ever without the water to buoy him up.

He needs to get away. He crawls on his hands and knees, making it a few steps away from the side of the pool. Then his strength gives out on him, and he simply collapses, curled up on his side.

Hearing movement, Heine looks over. All of his movements are sluggish, and it also takes him a second to realize how much Jade has been affected by the eggs. Neither of them are in much state to move or communicate, it seems. But Heine manages to sit up, movements ginger to avoid jostling the new swell of his stomach. As he does the fog in his mind clears just slightly. They're down in the Durmstrang dungeons, they'd just... had that happen. And now they have to get out of here. But he doesn't think he can walk, at least not without looking obviously strange.

He could blame Jade for this—and he probably will—but for now he needs to get them both clear of the pool. And find someone else to—Heine shakes his head. His thoughts are still disjointed and strange, but there's a strange urge to seek out another person, and...

No. He dismisses the thought and Conjures a stack of towels even though his hands are shaking. It's just whatever crap that thing put into his body talking. He'll find a way to deal with this and no one else will have to know. Having decided, even though his brain still feels fuzzy, he lofts a towel over to land on Jade. Or, two feet to the right of him. Close enough.

Something goes sailing over his head. Jade blinks, turning sluggishly in an attempt to see what it is. A towel...?

He should undress. His school robes are still heavy and water-logged around him, weighing him down as much as the...as much as the eggs do. There's no point in denying that the eggs are there, right inside him, stuffing him full. He needs to get rid of them.

But first, he needs to get out of here.

With great effort, he braces one hand against the floor, slowly pushing himself up. Every movement seems to sap his energy. For a moment, his eyes flutter close, his willpower no match for the exhaustion weighing him down.

Heine wraps himself in one of the other towels, slowly becoming more and more aware of the scale on which he's been filled. There have to be at least a dozen eggs; he can't quite remember through the haze. It feels at once awful and oddly... like something he's comfortable with, despite the physical strain.

He ignores the second feeling as best he can. He also doesn't look at Jade as he shifts his position and tries to push one of the eggs out. The second he tries, something shoots up his spine into his brain, originating from around his stomach, and every thought in his mind disappears.

It takes a few seconds for him to bring himself back together after that. Blinking in confusion, Heine tries to recall what it was he was doing, and can't quite figure it out. Dazed, Heine stays sitting on the floor.

It takes a great deal of pushing and pulling (or it seems to, at least), but finally he gets his heavy outer robes off and decides it's good enough. Somewhere along the lines, his wand had ended up back in his hands, the wood smooth and warm to the touch. Even in his exhausted state, it only takes a flick of his wand to dry himself off.

He feels better immediately. There's still the towel lying on the ground, waiting to be used, so he wraps that around himself as well and goes to check on Professor Rammsteiner. Why is he just sitting on the ground?

"Professor?" As soon as he speaks, he frowns. His voice sounds strange, low and a little husky, and his mouth feels dry. Which is odd, considering how long he's spent underwater. Stranger still is the sudden itch inside him, a nebulous desire to have something thrusting into him, filling him up.

He swallows, uncomfortable with his own thoughts. What is happening to him?

Sitting on the ground is uncomfortable. He's naked and swiftly cooling off with the stone floor underneath him. But the effort it would take to get to his feet seems too much, right now.

"What?" His throat is sore, a stabbing pain in it when he swallows too hard. Heine winces and folds himself more tightly in the towel, not wanting Jade to see him. Despite the pain, though, it feels strange now not having anything in his mouth or—fuck, what the hell.

"I'm getting up." Slowly, but he's getting up. Heine still can't look fully at Jade, but the lingering effects of the creature's slick make him less confrontational about the cause of the event than he otherwise would be.

He makes a non-committal noise. Without a word, he uses his wand to tap Professor Rammsteiner lightly on the head, casting a Disillusionment Charm on him.

Not seeing Professor Rammsteiner doesn't really ease away that strange itch he feels, annoyingly enough. But at least it's not a complete waste of time. It'll probably be better for them if they can slip back into Durmstrang, unseen.

As a general rule, Jade doesn't really care about his own reputation, or how he's perceived by others. But even he knows that showing up to school with his belly swollen with eggs is a bad move.

Twitching slightly as the magic falls over him, Heine manages to stand on his feet more or less steadily a second later. He looks down to see the effects of whatever Jade had cast. Even if Jade can't see him, he keeps the towel around himself.

He doesn't want to talk about it. Heine would much rather just go back to his own room and stay there until this passes, somehow, but knowing Jade he'd just break in anyway.

So he has to. Just to get this over with.

"Can you get them out? On your own?" Heine can recall now, that he'd tried, but the seconds immediately after are a vague blur. At least the fact that Jade can't see him is at least slightly comforting, and as he talks Heine gingerly touches the curve of his stomach with one hand, feeling out how much he's stretched to accommodate.

He shakes his head a little, then frowns. No, that's not quite right. It's not that he can't get them out - it's that he's never tried.

"Give me a - " He stops abruptly as whiteness sweeps over his mind.

Heine watches, not too closely, but he can't fail to see the way Jade freezes in place.

"What is it?"

For a second or two longer, he just stands there stiffly, staring at nothing. Then he shakes his head, looking at Professor Rammsteiner with the beginnings of a frown.

"Did you say something?" He asks. He could have sworn...

His frown deepens as he raises one hand, rubbing at his head. What's happening? He's never been this distractible before. He's always been proud of his focus. The beginnings of unease cloud his mind as he glances at the pool of water behind them, now innocently still, and wonders if the creature there really could have affected him that much.

"You stopped responding." He'd been tempted to wave his hand in front of his face, but since he can't be seen anyway he hadn't bothered. Was that what had happened earlier? Heine follows Jade's gaze back to the pool, feeling distinctly uncomfortable now.

He has an inkling of what the creature wants. They're eggs, after all. And now, when he doesn't push the urge away immediately, he can recognize the odd urge he'd felt as the desire to be fucked.

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