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"Go to the huaqing pools, there you will find your key to victory..."
Kaecilius peers through the hanging leaves that blocked his way. The path is surprisingly smooth despite it being overgrown with plants. Their stems are malleable and their leaves are soft. In another universe he would probably love to come here to relax.
But he had gotten too far, summoning the powers from the dark dimension wasn't enough, he needed a way to find the ancient one while she cowers behind her sanctums.
He had one of his followers sacrificed for this information so it must be worth it.
He reaches the lake where they said the artefact would be. It said that it was hidden it its depths so he had to check if the water was safe and not cursed.
He places his hands into the water, testing it with a surge of energy from the dark dimension. He hadn't had this power for long but he had already learnt so much about what it can do. He hadn't figured a way to trace the ancient one with her dirty little secret but he will, it's just that this is faster.
Whatever magic that was in the lake would have died off, leaving nothing but energy he lives and breathes by. It gave him a new perspective on life.
It was like walking into a layer of fog rather than water. Kaecilius frowns, so it isn't a lake then? But there was still that soft misty feeling that it not completely fog. Strange... it was supposed to remove any magic. He turns around to warn his followers only for him to stop short.
There was no one there.
But that's impossible... he is sure he came here with a group of his zealots. He didn't notice that something was wrapping around his ankles, thinking that it might be seaweed until he was pulled under without him moving an inch.
His first instinct was to hold his breath.
He hadn't had a swim in a while and while others might say that habits die hard, he forgets how to swim when he became too reliant on magic. He tries to fight what was tangling him. But there were few things wrong about this picture underwater.
One his eyes don't burn, he can see clearly that this is no ordinary lake, it looks deeper than he thought it would be, almost looking like the ocean. Secondly, it is not seaweed that he is being tangled in. No, it looks like a bunch of jellyfish tentacles but no jellyfish.
Wasn't he supposed to be stung?
There was no pain, only a thick white jelly-like appendage shoving itself into his robes and mouth. He didn't know what the hell is going on but kept his mouth shut. He never seen an animal quite like this and he didn't want to start laying eggs in his mouth.
He made a pretty good guess given the tentacles are now seeping into his shirt and pants to twist at two of his sensitive spots. He tries grabbing the billowing strings only to find his limbs numb and only managing to softly wave the appendages around him.
Kaecilius grits his teeth, the tentacles feel soft but when they are twisting his nipples they are hard. He tries to resists opening his mouth by biting his lips. He is going to run out of air but opening his mouth, despite what his body thinks is not going to help. Or will it? He had forgotten as the tentacles squeezes his half hard cock.
Kaecilius couldn't help but let out a pitiful, gurgling sound which was enough for the tentacles apparently because it shoves itself inside him forcefully. He expected to choke only for nothing but air to fill his lungs. But the tentacle his wiggling and thrusting itself into him for it to be just giving him air.
His throat convulses a little at the salty taste, eyes watering as he is being touched everywhere, inciting a jolt of pleasure with every twist, stroke and pistoning movement. He realise a beat too late that his anus is also being prodded and thrust into.
Kaecilius can't even hold onto the tentacles, only being able to let it tread through his fingers like a hand holding onto him. The creature is surprisingly gentle yet rough in his throat at the same time. A tentacle weaves through the others, thicker and more opaque than the others, veins throbbing as it pushes straight into his ass, not caring that the pants are in the way.
'No-' Kaecilius's eyes prickle with tears as the tentacle thrusts deep into him. He bonelessly tilts his head back, moaning around the tentacles as it rubs at his skin and spreads open his legs.
In his life as a sorcerer, he had never met a creature as shameless as this one. His eyes rolls back as hot jelly-like liquid shoots into his throat. It is sweet, so warm and... he can't think through the fog stuffing his ears. He can't remember why he came here in the first place or even who he is.
The tentacle touches a part of him, like flipping a switch, his release shot into one of the translucent tentacles, making it look whole. A hot burst of sticky liquid fills his stretched belly. He could only have the energy to twitch and tremble as he his almost had another climax.
There was nothing else that mattered... he didn't release that his hold on the dark dimension had been slipping. He simply laid limp within the bed of tentacles, as if being cleansed, he feels and looks lighter than he has in years.
But that is only because he had been asleep. The first sleep he had in years that didn't have nightmares or any dream at all. He blinks to find himself in a familiar yet foreign looking room. It's interior is dark yet cosy, the only light being the lamp on the bedside with no windows but a soft breeze of the air conditioning reassures him that he hadn't time travelled.
He simply lays there, trying to remember what happened between the time when he entered the lake and how he got here. His hands are cuffed on the edge of the bedframe.
Kaecilius can probably take a wild guess what happened for someone to save him like this but also know what he is capable enough to know to restrain him. He cannot sense or see any energy... it meant that his access to the dark dimension and magic is blocked.
There are only a few people who can survive him and his followers.