Chapter 10 #2
Graham yanked his hands back with a strangled gasp, his entire body quaking.
The revelation crashed through him—those vivid childhood dreams of Lochlan weren’t fabrications of an imaginative mind but actual memories, preserved like amber beneath years of forgetting.
Hot tears welled, blurring the hypnotic dance of iridescent tendrils that now swirled just beneath the water’s surface, their movements almost yearning.
We were friends once. Graham pushed himself upright and sat back on his heels, his insides trembling with the force of understanding.
“That’s why Grandpa asked me to look after his lake,” he whispered, his voice cracking.
“Look after… you. Protect you from this world.” His throat constricted painfully as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“He knew he could trust me to take care of you, and…” His tongue darted out to moisten his dry lips, his vision swimming behind a watery veil.
“… and you… would take care of me… protect me.” Tears glistened on his flushed cheeks, dripping from his jaw. “Like you did the last two nights.”
The water roiled gently beneath him, lapping against the moss-slicked pillars in a hypnotic rhythm that matched his quickening pulse. Tiny eddies formed and dissolved, catching the morning light in fleeting diamond patterns.
Graham stood, his legs shaking. A tingling warmth spread through him—starting at his fingertips, racing up his arms, and pooling in his chest—as he slowly peeled off his sweat-dampened T-shirt.
The cotton clung to his skin before surrendering with a soft whisper.
His hands trembled, fingers fumbling with the brass button of his jeans before he slid the zipper down tooth by tooth.
He pushed the denim down his goosebump-covered legs, the fabric rough against his sensitized skin.
His heart hammered against his ribs as he stepped to the edge of the weathered gangplank, his toes curling over the splintered wood.
Below, the luminescent glow intensified from a gentle shimmer to a pulsing beacon, tendrils of light reaching upward like living fingers, their brilliance painting his bare skin with otherworldly blue-green patterns that danced across his trembling form in quickening waves, mirroring Graham's shallow breaths—as if the creature beneath shared his nervous anticipation.
He leaned down, flattening one palm on the weathered planks—feeling every grain and splinter beneath his fingertips—and slowly slid into the water.
The liquid enveloped him like a living thing, first lapping at his ankles, then rushing up his thighs in a cool embrace before swallowing his torso.
He sank chest-deep, his nipples tightening into hard peaks as the morning chill pierced his skin, and his toes sank into the velvet-soft mud of the lake bottom.
The water clung to him, glacial and bracing at this hour, numbing his extremities while paradoxically heightening every sensation.
Morning sunlight fractured across the rippling surface around him, creating dancing patterns that belied the penetrating chill seeping into his very marrow.
The same lake that would, by sunset, cradle him in silken warmth, like a lover’s embrace.
Graham's body surrendered to a violent shiver, his flesh pebbling with goosebumps that raced from his submerged toes to his exposed scalp, each hair follicle tightening with exquisite sensitivity.
The frigid water caused his genitals to retreat, his testicles drawing up protectively against the warmth of his body.
Then came the first touch—tentacles gliding between his trembling thighs with deliberate slowness, their slick surfaces creating delicious friction against his most sensitive skin.
They wound around his legs with pulsing pressure, each squeeze sending jolts of pleasure up his spine.
One particularly thick appendage undulated between his legs, its muscular length pulsing as it glided across his most intimate parts.
The creature’s suckers—dozens of them—latched onto his cotton-covered shaft with gentle, rhythmic tugs that sent electric jolts of pleasure straight to his core, each one pulling a gasp from his lungs as his cock swelled against the wet fabric.
A shudder that had nothing to do with the cold rippled through Graham’s system, his skin flushing hot despite the lake’s chill.
His member swelled with each pulsation of the tentacle, blood rushing to fill and harden him until the thin cotton of his underwear strained against his throbbing length.
The appendage worked between his thighs with knowing precision, its slick surface creating a delicious friction that sent waves of pleasure radiating through his groin.
“Uuhh...” Graham’s head fell back, exposing his throat to the morning air as his fingers dug into the dock’s weathered wood, splinters piercing his palms unnoticed.
His hips began to move of their own accord, rocking in counterpoint to the creature’s rhythm, seeking more contact, more pressure.
Each slide of the muscular appendage against his perineum sent electric jolts up his spine, his testicles tightening as pressure built at the base of his cock.
His vision clouded with sparkling lights, the world narrowing to nothing but the exquisite sensation between his trembling thighs.