Part Three: The Siren
The crystal path wound through the Fae forest, its shimmering stones guiding Alex forward, but the air was thick with the same seductive magic that had already led him astray twice. His body still thrummed with the raw power from his encounter with the Beastman, but the forest’s relentless pull was stoking a fire in him, making his cock twitch and his thoughts hazy with lust. The path curved around a serene lake, its surface mirror-smooth, reflecting the glowing flora and the twilight sky. Alex’s breath caught as he spotted a figure leaning against a small island rock about forty yards out, half-submerged in the water.
The man was breathtaking, his light blue skin shimmering like liquid sapphire under the faint light. His features were sharp yet soft—high cheekbones, full lips, and eyes like twin moons that seemed to pierce right through Alex. His upper body was lean and sculpted, water droplets clinging to his chest, and his dark hair cascaded over his shoulders. He was singing, a strange, hypnotic melody that wove through the air, wrapping around Alex like a lover’s caress. The notes were otherworldly, tugging at something deep inside him, and before he knew it, he was humming along, his body swaying to the rhythm.
The blue man’s gaze locked onto Alex, and with a slow, deliberate crook of his finger, he beckoned. Come here. The gesture was a command, a promise. Alex glanced at the crystal path, its glow steady and safe, then back at the man. There’s no way I can get lost, he thought, his pulse racing. I’ll have a quick fuck with that gorgeous guy and be back on my way. A small voice in the back of his mind screamed that these weren’t his thoughts, that the forest was playing tricks again, but the song drowned it out. His hands moved on their own, stripping off his t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, leaving him naked, his cock already hardening as he sprinted toward the lake.
The water was cool, lapping at his thighs as he waded out, expecting it to deepen, but it never went past his hips. He was twenty feet from the blue man now, close enough to see the curve of his lips, the glint in his eyes. Then the singing stopped. The silence hit like a slap, and Alex’s mind cleared, leaving him dizzy, like he’d just woken from a dream. He looked down, shocked to find himself naked, thigh-deep in the lake, his cock throbbing painfully. “What the—” he started, but his words died as he met the blue man’s gaze. The smile on that perfect face was no longer seductive—it was sinister, all teeth and hunger.
Alex took a step back, but something slick wrapped around his ankle, then his other leg. Before he could react, two thick, blue tentacles burst from the water, coiling around his arms and neck, yanking him up into the air. His feet dangled, water dripping from his skin as the blue man rose, revealing his true form. His lower body wasn’t human—it was a writhing mass of tentacles, some thick as pythons, others thin and probing, all glistening with a slick, bioluminescent sheen. They slithered toward Alex, and his stomach dropped, a mix of fear and twisted arousal knotting in his gut.
He thrashed, trying to break free, but the tentacles tightened, their grip unyielding. Small, wriggling tendrils crept up his legs, their tips teasing his skin before zeroing in on his asshole. Alex tensed, but they were relentless, probing and pressing until they slipped inside, stretching him with a slick, invasive pressure. He let out a whimper, his body betraying him as his cock twitched. Then a larger tentacle rose, its tip opening into a toothless, pulsating maw that engulfed his throbbing cock in one smooth motion. The sensation was unreal—warm, wet, and rhythmic, like the best blowjob he’d ever had, but dialed up to eleven. The tentacle sucked and pulsed, coaxing moans from his lips even as panic clawed at his chest.
The small tentacles in his ass began to move, massing together and pushing deeper, their tips releasing a warm, tingling substance. The effect was immediate—his entire body lit up, every nerve singing with pleasure. Then it hit: the most intense orgasm of his life. His cock pulsed, unloading a massive torrent of cum into the tentacle’s maw, each wave stronger than the last. The blue man’s smile stretched grotesquely, his voice a hissing rasp. “Yessss, feeeed meeee!”
The tentacles pumped more of the substance into Alex, and his orgasm didn’t stop—it intensified, each contraction so powerful it bordered on pain. Gallons of cum seemed to pour out of him, his cock so sensitive he thought he’d scream. The pleasure was unbearable, a relentless assault that left him gasping, his vision blurring. The blue man was growing fatter, his body swelling as he gorged on Alex’s essence, his moonlit eyes glazing over like he was drunk on it.
Half an hour passed, and Alex was on the brink. His body was collapsing, dehydrated, his muscles trembling from the unending orgasm. The blue man looked bloated, his tentacles sluggish, but they kept pumping, kept sucking. Alex knew he’d die if this didn’t stop. Desperate, he focused on the small tentacles in his ass. Clenching with every ounce of strength he had, he felt them writhe, resisting. Then, summoning a force he didn’t know he possessed—maybe a gift from the Beastman’s cum—he pushed. The tentacles shot out of him with a wet, explosive pop, like a bad taco-fueled fart, and the orgasm began to fade, the tentacle on his cock slowing.
Seizing his chance, Alex thrashed harder, freeing one leg. With a surge of adrenaline, he reared back and kicked the blue man square in his beautiful face. The creature’s head snapped back, slamming into the rock with a sickening crack. He went limp, collapsing against the island, out cold. The tentacles released Alex, falling slack, and he splashed into the water, his legs shaky as he struggled to his feet. Gasping, he sloshed toward the shore, his body screaming with exhaustion but alive.
He reached the shore, scooping up his clothes and sneakers, glancing back to see the blue man stirring. Fuck that, Alex thought, panic overriding his arousal. He sprinted around the lake, clutching his bundle, the crystal path glinting in the distance. He ran until his lungs burned, until the lake was a memory, and collapsed naked onto the path, his clothes and shoes slipping from his grip in his frantic escape. They were gone, lost somewhere in the underbrush.
Sitting up, Alex groaned. “Great. Now I’m permanently naked, dehydrated, and still fucking horny.” The forest’s magic hadn’t let up, his cock half-hard despite everything. He was a mess, but he was alive, and the path stretched ahead, promising more danger, more pleasure. Then he heard it—footsteps, slow and deliberate, coming up the path behind him.
… To be continued…
