Page 20 of Darkest Dredge

I gripped her breast in one hand while a tentacle gripped her other, squeezing it until she whimpered and jerked against me. There was no fighting the side that wanted to make her scream and thrash like prey. Catching fragments of what she was thinking didn’t help. Past the fear, past the whirring cogs of a marine biologist making the discovery of scientific anomaly, was unmistakable desire.

The twitching sensation deep in my lower abdomen grew hot, and finally I looked down to see my cock surrounded by four coiled appendages, vaguely reminiscent of a peeled banana.

I gripped the steel-hard, satin-wrapped shaft. Aside from the extra tentacle sheath, it felt and looked familiar, swathed in ink and bulging veins.

Shuffling forward, I nudged it toward her opening.

Heat radiated from the tender, arousal-soaked flesh.

The scent leaking from her was… By Cthulhu. Fucking ambrosial.

“No. Noah, stop.”

Those plush lips moved, but I couldn’t focus on the words rolling off them like a frantic siren’s song. I was too consumed by the mask, or whatever it was that warped me into the dark and virile beast from the deep.

My thirst for her was greater than that for knowledge.

Which terrified me to my core.

Inside me were two pulses. Two hearts. One beat painfully, like my own human heart on ice. The other blazed like a flame, its radiance extending beyond my complete understanding.

The mask, it was alive.

It was awake.

And it was terrifying.

It drew from me, and it grew a will to take her. Starting with her delicious, dripping pussy.

Ignoring her indiscernible noises, I pried her legs apart, hating how much I enjoyed the little fight she put up. Slowly, going at an almost cruel pace, I spread her open and pushed my cock inside.

Shock waves rippled through me at the way her pussy gripped me. Warm, wet, and throbbing with her frantic pulse. It was a perfect fit. So why was she whimpering? Was she overcome with pleasure or pain?

I couldn’t tell if she wanted this or not, making me believe she wasn’t so sure herself.

The urge to stop and check on her was quickly smothered under the mask’s influence.

“Frighten. Feast. Implant.”

Several disembodied voices chanted in my head, all of them sounding like different versions of myself speaking in ancient eldritch tongue.

It was like the mask was trying to hypnotize me, and fuck me, it was working.

All I could do was revel in the euphoria that was her body beneath mine, shaking and moaning and bucking beneath me as I pulled out, only to penetrate her again—this time with one swift and brutal thrust.

She groaned and shuddered as she took all of me inside her.

“N–Noah, what’s h–happening?”

She craned her head to look between our bodies. There was only a brief window that allowed her to see the place where our bodies were connected, when I drew back my hips and paused for a fleeting moment before pistoning back inside her.

I couldn’t make myself stop, though I lowered my head and caught sight of what she saw in between thrusts.

The tentacle-like sections of skin that had peeled back and uncovered my cock were now uncoiled and writhing. Each point of the four appendages spread her labia, revealing her swollen clit to me.

I couldn’t tell her what was happening, even if I could properly communicate with her. I hadn’t the faintest idea, other than that this was some pretty wild cosmic magic at work. Instead, my focus centered on the sensitive bud of flesh, and somehow, I willed one of the tentacles to massage her there.

The moment the appendage made contact, her spine curved with pleasure, and her eyes blew wide, like she could see all the stars all at once through the ceiling. “Aggh, s–so good but… no, this is w-wrong. W-we have to stop.”