Shall I tell you how it began? I remember it like it was yesterday...
My desire is no mere peccadillo; it bears little resemblance to the
...rather... pedestrian ... fetishes of those who think themselves particularly
wicked or interesting simply because they like the feel of a Muggle's
rubber mackintosh or the scent of a well worn high heeled shoe....
No, my desire is something else altogether...
It overtook me completely the summer after my first year at Hogwarts.
My parents chose to reward a report of my outstanding hard work with a trip
to the seashore - as if I wouldn't have rather remained on the school grounds
exploring the library ... and Lucius Malfoy.
(Funny, that: a Malfoy has been in my bed both at the beginning and the
end of this)
So, I had a vacation. I kept myself busy whiling away the sweltering days
by avoiding my family and floating quietly in the sea on a small air cushion.
On our 18th day there, I was doing just that: floating, dozing ...
idly
stroking my cock - thinking of what I would have been doing
had I
spent my summer as I wished instead of in this insane heat.
(I have always preferred a damp chill)
Just on the border of arousal and sleep - my legs spread, dangling
over the sides of the cushion, trailing lightly through the water as I floated-
I felt something slither around my calves and ankles and found that I had
drifted several yards away from my usual spot and become somewhat
entangled in a small patch of seaweed.
As I picked it off, several of the long slimy strands slid over my erection...
the sensation intrigued me and with the curiosity of youth, I reached for a
handful, wrapped it around my fist and thrust experimentally into it.
Incredible.
Slippery, soft, sensuous ... Most of all: cool.
It felt wonderful.
I paddled out a little looking for a larger patch of the stuff and found it.
Slipping off my cushion, I twisted into the vines until I was surrounded
- luxuriating in the feeling of cold slipperiness caressing every available
inch of my overheated skin...The organic smell of the gently swaying
weeds, the acrid scent of the salt water...I loved it.
I pulled up two large handful, wrapped them around my stiff cock and
began to thrust in earnest. As I pumped my hips, excitement washed
over me like the waves...
It was so much nicer than the stagnant simmer of a sticky little mouth
- it soothed me as sufficiently as a chilled glass of sour white wine.
The strands wound around me and began to cool me down
-I might have even begun to feel as cool inside as I did outside,
had not my arousal been working against me on that count.
As I moved to bring myself off, I remembered a swimming lesson in too
cold water on too overcast a day: Lucius' skin, somewhat anemic and
already paler than milk, had taken on a bluish cast.
Truthfully, he looked quite like a corpse.
In that moment, I had fantasized him deadstill and motionless,
yielding to my every whim... Most of all: silent.
(OH! To hear no more of his disagreeable whine! To command
instead of being commanded -what ecstasy it would be to have full control
over that beautiful slim body, graceful limbs finally pliant in my hands-
yet not be
forced to endure the incessant chatter he spewed forth every waking second)
I had found my hand reaching towards him as if of its own accord ...
and then suddenly stroking his clammy chilled skin...
With that one touch, I was forever lost to the allure of cold flesh.
I will admit here: I was an adult before I finally felt secure enough about
my desires to begin imposing my ...demands... upon my partners:
how many times Draco sat shivering in the copper tub filled with ice and salted
water before I would allow him to submit to my caress...
Warm him by licking the sweet saline perfume from his pallid chest,
abdomen, thighs ....
(He looks so like his father at that age: I wonder if Lucius knows in just
how many deviant ways his son has surpassed him...and if he is envious...)
Forgive me, I digress...
-These days, my mind wanders at the very least provocation-
Lost as I was to the dizzying abandon of my memory and approaching
orgasm,
I failed to notice the water swirling, rippling and beginning as
if to boil around me. As I pumped into the mass of tangled seaweeds,
I felt a different kind of slithering ...wrapping itself around my ankles,
then my thighs...and finally around my cock...
With that, I was pulled completely under.
I sucked in a huge gasping gulp of water and plant matter,
immediately choking.
I struggled as hard as I could, but found myself held fast.
As I thrashed and tried to hold my breath, I thought of all the spells
I knew and began trying to recite one that I hoped might work.
Opening my mouth again though earned me nothing but more choking salt water.
That was when I felt It, a cold spongy Thing ...
snaking Its way between the cheeks of my ass.
The second It found Its way in, It went tearing me wide open in
a way that Lucius could have never even begun to
(often as he'd tried).
I felt them all around me then: Tentacles.
Writhing all over me, sliming Their way across my skin, twisting into
my hair, wrapping around my arms, legs, neck, waist...the One around
my cock tightened itself to the point of pain...and then past it.
I tried to scream, but all that bought me was another lungful of salt water.
I clamped my mouth shut as one of the Things came skittering over
my forehead
and nose, finally crushing against my lips and bruising them until
I had no choice but to allow that icy alien flesh to stretch open my jaws
till they screamed in agony and threatened to snap.
Once in, the Tentacle began to drive itself deeply down my throat...
My crazed senses fancied that the one in my ass and the one in my
mouth would soon meet somewhere in the middle...and tear me in half.
Not least of all, I was choking.
I knew I was going to die...
And then...the fire of my arousal began to ignite again.
Horrified as I was by my traitorous body, there was simply no fighting it.
My ass was filled like it had never been before and I could feel sensations
I had never known to exist.
My hard-on was absolutely raging inside that tightly wound coil of muscle.
Suspended by the natural buoyancy of the salt water and by the Tentacles
that
were wrapped all around me, stroking me, squeezing me, caressing me...
It was like being held in God's own hand, but better.
I stopped resisting -futile it was anyway- leaned back against the chill
and slime and began to furiously pound my hips in response to the thrust
of the Creature. I inclined my head so as to more fully receive It down my throat...
The circular suckerpads were rough on my tongue and inside my ass...
The stimulation was incredible: It was like nothing I'd ever even imagined.
I was going to come...
...And then, It was gone.
As swiftly as They had invaded me, each Tentacle tore itself free and with
a black swirl of mud and water, disappeared.
I dove under and swam till my lungs were fit to burst...but found nothing.
The silt on the bottom had been stirred up, making it well nigh impossible
to see anything. I knew if I stayed out there any longer, my fatigue would
overtake me and I would surely drown.
I pulled myself to shore heaving in great ragged breaths of air...
In pain, raw and bleeding, vomiting up bile, black water and strands
of seaweed....Yet still unfulfilled, needing release.
I knew that nothing would ever match the cold hard fury of what I
had just experienced and that I would never rest till I could have it again.
I had to find out what had taken me and made me its bitch.
In the meantime, however, I just needed to come.
I dragged myself into the shallows and fell to my knees,
mired in wet sand, plant detritus and sharp little shells,
roughly pounding my sore cock with both hands, ignoring the pain,
straining and bucking, finally bringing myself off with a cry of utter despair,
I suddenly shot more than I'd ever been coaxed out of before.
I'd gotten something I had never known I'd always wanted...
and would not rest until I had It again.
