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Dagon's Lagoon
Surfacing with a light, infectiously cute gasp of air, the young dragon breached the edge of the water with his prize. A large rock was situated along a glistening moonlit trail, a mere few feet away from him in the deep blue lagoon. For someone relatively inexperienced, he had accomplished much more than he gave himself credit for and now it was time for a break!
The dragon was Jayce, a curious type and purveyor of pretty objects; at least the shell in his hand had a rather attractive sheen to it. In his fairly (so far) short and ordinary life, the dragon had not allowed himself to enjoy many daring pleasures, but that could have been easily blamed on his sheltered upbringing just before his coming out. Fortunately his family and friends were very supportive, but that only energized him further to try new things. In less than a year he had started eating better, for example, and every little activity helped him feel like a new person.
Now he was out enjoying his first midnight swim. His friends had been swimming earlier, but he feigned not being very good at the activity. Truth be told, he had only just learned to swim decently, added to the fact that he wasn't quite ready to show off his questionably tasteful one-piece bathing suit. He couldn't help it, though, he did enjoy the snugness of a well designed garment! Apparently he was a much better swimmer than he had given himself credit for, as well.
Sighing, but happily so, Jayce lay back on the rock, a trace amount of water still sliding down his suit and his olive-tinted stripes. Was it true that shells carried the sound of the ocean? With his typical happy grin, he brought it closer to his face. An ordinary brown thing, nothing unusual about it, yet the sound it made was almost deafening! Though it wasn't the originator of the sound at all...
Bubbles rose up from deep under the water. Jayce smiled a little as he noticed it, though it soon clicked in his mind that it wasn't a normal occurrence. Slippery dark aqua colored tentacles wrapping around his arms made it absolutely convincing that he was experiencing something far from the ordinary. At first they felt weak and almost easy to ignore, but within seconds they had clamped down, coiled and squeezing him down.
"Urghh!" Jayce cried out softly, clenching his eyes shut and teeth together, wresting from the surprising strength of the disembodied fleshy tendrils. A large section of water in front of the dragon's locked posture began to bubble and spin.
All the dragon could think of was whether or not it had been a good idea to swim so late and without any companions after all. He had only just begun living his life! If he was going to die to some mutant octopus creature, he would have a very embarrassing story to tell to his afterlife organizers or possibly to a news crew via his disgustingly twisted dead carcass.
Suddenly the water rose up as if in an impenetrable bubble, only to burst in a shower of tidal force! It had only taken a second, and then the form was visible. Blackened by the angle of the moonlight, the entity before the young dragon was in every sense a tall, dark stranger. Washboard abs adorned his lower torso, large developed mammalian pectorals filled out his upper torso. The slippery looking skin was a similar coloration to the tentacles wrapped around the hapless dragon young adult, but a lighter, cooler shade of aquamarine. Some kind of seaweed or moss remained covering the face and another mass jutting out from the back just above the source of the tentacles, four of them in total. Finally, a slimy green tail rose out, flinging another large amount of water haphazardly to the side, ending with an odd set of fins like some kind of angler fish.
Jayce had somehow recognized such a sight, but never would have been able to describe it with his own words, not that the legend seemed willing to make such a description plausible. The entity was staggeringly overwhelming to see in many regards, one of those creatures of urban myth and popular horror mythos, something straight out of a Lovecraftian nightmare, yet surprisingly not rendering him quite insane.
Opening his eyes wider as he fully began to piece together what was before him, Jayce was just about ready to scream. His mouth opened in utter abject fear, and yet no sound would come out. He was alone, no one would hear him anyway. This was where all those reporting conspiracies had had their final rest, wasn't it?
Oh, do relax," came a surprisingly sultry voice from underneath the moss.
Jayce blinked softly, his breath catching once again as he restored himself to only inhaling every two seconds. The dragon wasn't quite able to change the speed of his heartbeat, though he allowed his body to feel a bit more comfortable. This was assisted with the suction pods of the tips of each tentacle gently squeezing him as they slowly retracted. Before long, Jayce was mostly freed.
Completely and entirely free was not yet an option, however. One pulpy tentacle end was still hugging against his arm, its full length wrapped around at least a couple of times, rolling back and forth, no longer feeling uncomfortably slimey. Two other tentacles gently brushed across his arm or leg, soothingly stroking as if to let the dragon know that he was not in mortal danger after all. And yet, there was something strikingly dominative with those gestures, especially once he started mentally accommodating for how many tentacles there were in total...
The creature's back revealed exactly four appendages that ended in such tentacle pods. With a more humanoid looking arm, and a very attractively toned one at that, the mysterious entity curled equally humanoid fingers through the moss, shedding it back into the deep blue lagoon water. It was a strikingly handsome face underneath, a creature of dragon, shark, and alien heritage, grinning cooly and gazing out with radiant purple eyes.
He was a youthful looking entity, no older than the young adult dragon, yet had a sense of knowledge and power that could wipe any slightly more worldly smirk off its face. Small dark green tendrils resembling stylish alternative facial hair rolled from the corners of his draconic muzzle, at least six in total. Otherworldly piscine features and fins emerged from the top and back of his head respectively, one sprout parting midway to end in small glowing feelers, the earfins behind sharing similar traits, which in turn were similar to the large finned tail flicking playfully across the water's surface. The rest of him seemed strangely comforting, an ideal anthropomorphic masculine frame with gorgeous pectorals, washboard abs, strong biceps, and of course humanoid fingers.
"Y-you're..." Jayce tried to say.
"Cthulhu? I get that a lot," the entity stated bemusedly, still grinning as he put his arms to his sides. The dragon took this moment to wonder how the entity was seemingly floating all parts of his frame above the knees above the water. "Yeah, you got me, I'm one of those, what do you call them... Elder Gods? Heh. You mortals always give me a good laugh."
Jayce kept his eyes wide open, the pupils the size of marbles, the whites filling in more than proportionately typical. "Wait, so... y-you're not going to kill me?"
The Lovecraftian hunk laughed heartily, timed perfectly with a sudden pressure from the lost fourth tentacle, the third tentacle helpfully lifting the dragon's suit out of the way from his prize. "That would not be very fun at all, would it? No, I do different sorts of things with my prey, you must know!"
"W-who are you...?" Jayce let out with a soft whimper. He was no longer very afraid, but confused, perhaps a little overwhelmed.
"They call me Xan'llej'tyeh, but beings in this era seem to have tongues able to pronounce naught but my nickname, 'Dagon'." The entity finally slid his form down toward the base of the rock, gently looking up at the mortal with a warmer smile. "You know how predators sometimes like to play with their prey! You must understand however that I intend no harm upon your rather fragile, supple body," he slithered out with a deep, rich texture of seduction.
"T-that's good to know..." Jayce sighed softly, yelping as the loose tentacle finally did what he had suspected it of doing: one lifting the latex of the swimsuit out of its way, the other one idly stroking across his naughty bits. Exposed to the shimmering moonlight, the green dragon's package was being softly caressed by a warm pulpy boneless mass, sometimes tickled by tiny fragments of suction for a split second.
"So! Here is the deal. You be a good mortal for me, and I promise to make you feel quite nice... and please relax, as I said, there will be no harm coming to you. Well, unless you count some sudden stimuli to your malehood to be... harmful..." was softly spoken, the last bit of that sentence almost in singsong.
The green dragon blushed softly. When he promised himself to try many new things in the world, he had no idea it would mean being intimate with an immortal demigod. His daily occurrences were rapidly becoming unusual events in their own rights! There was nothing he could do about it (who would dare question the will of an Elder God?), but there no longer seemed to be anything wrong with that.
"Very good," Dagon slithered out again, his wide cheshire grin returning as his face sunk down to between Jayce's legs. The green dragon blushed and squirmed a little, though the warmth of his body and visible arousal that his penis had taken on confirmed consent. A long deep blue tongue stuck out of the attractive demigod male's maw, sliding between two muzzle tendrils and striking the bottom side of the green dragon's fleshy pink cock.
"Oh, gods!" Jayce cried breathlessly to himself, looking low toward the handsome dominant Lovecraftian god's face. A hand gently helped itself to raising a portion of the swimsuit, better allowing his full seven inches to sway freely in the cool lagoon air. His friends had always wanted him to try new things, especially that one who insisted on enjoying uncanny elements of daily life, but he never thought he'd be so lucky. Saved from being devoured and given some stimulation? He had not yet been comfortable enough to discuss his submissive streak to the rest of the world, but this amazing being perhaps would be able to unlock new comforting sensations.
"Mmm, succulent! I have a funny feeling that we can be really good friends yet!" Dagon helpfully added, going in for another lick.
TO BE CONTINUED...?