Serendipitous

“Phew…glad to be away from there.”

Kalas had had it with all that was expected of him now. Ever since he and Xelha moved to Mira, and since everything was over and done with (no more evil god or anything like that), he had to do a bunch of chores. This he did not like at all.

So, he finally slipped away when Xelha told him they needed water to do the laundry. He took the opportunity to sneak off to Nekton, his favorite place.

Looking and walking around, he noticed a path he hadn’t noticed before. It could only have been made recently, or he just didn‘t notice it before. It looked big enough for him to fit in if he ducked. Not completely upright, but at least he didn’t have to crawl on his stomach.

Kalas navigated his way through the tunnel into a new area. It looked like a sort of sacrificial area, or at least the remains of a temple. What he saw both astounded and horrified him. There was a slab of rock in the center, with one side higher than the other. A patch of sunlight shone down on it, which was odd, since there was hardly any sunlight in the Shrine of Spirits.

The part that horrified him was that there were skeletons everywhere. Some were sitting upright at the crumbling walls, others were on the ground, as though they were trying to crawl towards the entrance.

Kalas walked up to the rock and placed a hand on the higher side of it. Despite the light shining down on it, it was cold, like no one had been here for a very long time. A small lake was further back, opposite of Kalas’ direction.

“Huh,” Kalas simply said. He was so engrossed in his surroundings, he almost didn’t hear the strange slithering noise behind him. He turned to look and saw nothing.

“Calm down, Kalas. No one here but you and a bunch of skeletons. You’re just hearing things,” Kalas whispered to himself as he closed his eyes.

He didn’t realize he wasn’t just ‘hearing things’. The noises he just heard were very real. The proceeding events would later prove this.

Kalas started to feel a strange sensation crawling up his leg. He tried to shake it off, but it persisted. It went higher and higher until it reached his hips.

“What the…!”

At that, Kalas felt himself swiftly lifted off the ground. He finally saw his borderline seducer. Indeed, it was not human. It had countless tentacles sprouting from what looked like its back. Beyond said tentacles, it looked like a bizarre mix of a really big centipede and some kind of four-legged animal.

Kalas tried to struggle free, but to no avail. The tentacle on his leg held tight. A few more tentacles shot out and two got hold of his wrists, while another slipped into his pants.

“Hey, buddy! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Of course, Kalas got no response. The tentacles around his legs tore off his pants, leaving his shorts on.

A few more tentacles went out and tore off his shirt and gloves, finally leaving him in his underwear.

“Do I look like a damn chick to you?!” Again, no answer from this creature. A few of the currently unoccupied tentacles wrapped around his neck, waist, arms, and legs. Two of them reached towards his chest and teased his nipples, causing him to blush and moan.

“Stop, aaahhh, it! I’m not, nah, a, oh god, freakin’ girl for, ohhh, crying out, agh, loud! Stop! Dammit…”

The tentacle wrapped around his neck reached up and entered his mouth. Anything Kalas tried to say was now unintelligible. The tentacles around his crotch rubbed against him through the cloth, making him moan even more.

When the tentacles reached into his shorts, Kalas tried to scream, but that only caused the tentacle in his mouth to come, filling his mouth with exceedingly sweet liquid. Despite the sweetness, Kalas knew it was semen, and it was inhuman. The tentacles inside his shorts continued moving, eventually tearing them off, leaving the blue-hair completely nude in front of this creature. The tentacles immediately began to work.

One wrapped around his semi-hard member, giving him a sort of hand job, while the other prodded against his ass hole. It was pushing, like it demanded to be let in. This one was thicker than the others, for some reason.

Oh, hell, no! Kalas thought. He tried to struggle, but the tentacles held tight, not thinking of letting him go. Kalas was getting tired. He now had the almost insatiable urge to sleep now.

Then the tentacle finally pushed through. Kalas snapped his eyes and screamed as loud as he could, given that the tentacle around his neck was still in his mouth. The tentacle in his ass seemed to be putting something into him, and unlike the other tentacles, it wasn’t semen. This tentacle had implanted an egg into him, it seemed.

Then the tentacle in him withdrew, having done its job. The tentacle in his mouth came out as well, causing him to finally scream out as loud as he could. The excess semen Kalas didn’t swallow spilled out onto his chin. The other tentacles, as well as a few that appeared recently, then practically doused him with said inhuman liquid. Kalas screamed throughout the whole ordeal, until he became too tired to do anything.

The tentacles were still dripping, and yet they didn’t let Kalas go just yet. Kalas closed his eyes and tried to sleep, despite the fact he was still up in the air.

He didn’t notice when he was lowered to the large rock back at the bottom. The tentacles lay him down onto it, his head on the higher part. Then, one by one, they slowly withdrew.

Kalas was moaning softly and panting, covered from head to toe with this inhuman liquid. He heard what sounded like dipping something into a liquid, and then he whimpered as he felt cool water being splashed over him, feeling this again and again until it stopped. This most likely meant that Kalas was clean, now. No more disgusting semen from whatever the hell this creature was.

He could hear a deep, yet quiet, voice say to him, “rest now. Both of you,” while a tentacle rubbed against his stomach. Kalas felt his cape being pulled up to cover him, the only article of clothing that wasn‘t completely torn to shreds. After he was covered, another tentacle gingerly touched his cheek, causing him to moan in response.

The rather large tentacle creature finally left the area, leaving Kalas alone to sleep, the silence punctuated only by the occasional moan or whimper. The creature turned to look at the young man peacefully sleeping, and quietly said,

“When I return, in four and twenty hours, if you are still alive, then you will be the One.”