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fickle_obsessedSquare Tentacles
Fandom Original
Pairing Cassandra/Marcus
Rating R/NC-17
Summary Cassandra's always hated her tentacles. Until she met Marcus.
Word Count 6298
Note Marcus is largely inspired by this photo.
Cassandra sat in the glass sided tank inside her large tent. Hers was larger than the other’s because the audience needed to see her move, it was all part of the performance - it was enough to look at the wolf boy or the tattooed lady but they wanted to see how Cassandra managed to swim with such grace when all she had were tentacles. They wanted to watch how she glided under water. She heard whispers from the rest of the freak show, the ones that had to share tents smaller than hers. She knew she was hardly the most popular member of the cast, but that was fine, she didn’t have to associate with them anyway, in fact she couldn’t. She had to stay here, submerged in water all the time, and people rarely came to visit her after hours, part from Marcus, the show’s manager and leader, that was. He visited her most nights, for one reason or another. She was his most unique act after all.
She heard footsteps, the sound of gravel being trampled under foot getting closer and stopping right outside her tent. Then he coughed, announcing his presence as if she wouldn’t be well aware it was him. She swam from the far end of the tank to the side nearest the entrance to greet him as he strode inside, tying up the flap of the tent and locking it so no one would accidentally interrupt them. She smiled at the sight of him still in his costume of long black leather boots and a deep purple tail coated suit and matching top hat. He never failed to look dashing, his grey goatee and moustache combed neatly in place.
“Cassandra,” he purred as he moved closer, climbing the steps up to the tank so they were level with each other. She rose up out of the water the moment he was close enough, wrapping her arm loosely over his shoulder as she gazed at him, fighting the urge to kiss him until she knew what he was actually here for, sometimes things were purely business, though the way he’d said her name suggested otherwise.
He smiled back at her, apparently pleased by the show of restraint, then closed the space between them, kissing her slowly as he shrugged off his jacket, not wanting it to get wet.
“Everything okay then?” she asked when he pulled away.
“A few complaints about ruined clothes.”
“They shouldn’t get so close,” she pointed out with a shrug. “It’s not my fault if they get splashed when I come up for air.”
“But you’re so much better close up, darling,” he replied. “They want to see if you’re real, how you work.”
Cassandra couldn’t help but feel slightly offended by that, which she knew was stupid. She’d made the choice to join his freak show, to allow herself to be gawped at like the freak she knew she was, but sometimes there were comments, sometimes they tried to touch her. “One of these days I’m going to drown someone.”
Marcus smiled, reached up to touch her blue and purple hair, dyed to match the tentacles where her legs were supposed to be. “Just make sure you do it when there’s no one else around, darling and give me time to get rid of the body.”
She didn’t suppose she was meant to find that offer quite so touching, and perhaps he was only quite so willing to protect her because of how much business she made for him, but she didn’t care. Here, with him she felt safe. It didn’t matter why.
“It might not be one of the customers,” she said, a slight sadness creeping over her face.
“You tell me who’s giving you a hard time and I’ll deal with them, Cassandra. The whip and cane aren’t purely for show, you know?”
There was so much she missed confined to her tank. She had no doubts that Marcus could be an incredibly cruel man at times. She heard his bellows if his orders weren’t carried out, or if someone stepped out of line, but in her tent, away it all she couldn’t say she cared about any of that.
“You’ve never threatened me,” she said, raising herself higher still out of the tank, as she reached for his top hat with one agile tentacle, placing it on her own head before sinking back down again.
“I don’t have to threaten you, you’re my star, my most important asset. The rest of them don’t matter, Cassandra. Tattooed ladies are ten a penny, christ even the amazing bloody wolf man’s easily replaced. You’re a natural wonder, darling.” He pushed up his shirt sleeve and reached down beneath the water, long fingers caressing one of her tentacles.
She could never quite get over how sensitive her tentacles were, the way his hands on her made her forget things for just a second. “I’m a freak,” she corrected. “I couldn’t even have something elegant like a fish tail. I had to have these things!” she thrashed her tentacles for emphasis. Marcus removed his hand, took a couple of steps down from the tank to avoid being further soaked and looked up at her. He stayed where he was for a second or two then continued his way down, and away from her.
“You’re leaving?”
He laughed slightly at the very suggestion, as he bent to unlace and remove his boots before starting on the fastening of his trousers. “I should know better than visiting you in silk,” he said as he slid out of them, moving them and his jacket out of the way of her fairly impressive splash zone. “You can’t be trusted, can you?” he asked moving back to her, wearing only his shirt and underwear. “You’re not a freak. You’re a beautiful and unique woman.”
“I’m a fucking hipster mermaid!”
Marcus laughed at that, as far as definitions went it was certainly a new one on him, but then no one had ever seen anyone like her before. “You want me to get you a new sign painted? I mean it might be a bit more intriguing to people than ‘Cassandra the Octogirl.‘ Sounds like it might draw in a younger crowd at least.”
Cassandra frowned at him. He was making jokes while she just wanted to scream. “I want to be normal.”
“No you don’t,” he said. “You haven’t got it in you to be normal, legs or no legs. And I wouldn’t want you to be either. Because if you were normal you wouldn’t be here now, would you?”
She moved away, pushing herself through the water with the long dark tentacles below her torso and turning her back on him.
“You’re using me just as much as I’m using you, Cass, but I’d get rid of every other act I’ve got to keep you. The others don‘t matter to me, not like you do.”
“Because I’m the star attraction.,” she said bitterly. “And for your information I would stay if I woke up tomorrow and I had legs. I mean I’d try at least, but I expect you’d have my stuff packed up within half an hour of you finding out.” Carefully she removed his hat, tossing it over the side of the tank before she ducked down under the water. She couldn’t cope with this, she knew what she was to him - the goose that laid the golden egg. And that was fine, at least she was something to someone, but she didn’t want him here. She wanted to be alone to wallow in her own misery, because she was sure it was true, if she stopped laying what use would she possibly be to him?
She heard a splash above, the water around her body rippled and there he was, in the water with her, his shirt clinging to his body as he put his arms around her, even as she tried to push him away with her tentacles.
“Is that what you think?” he said, as he pulled her up to the surface. “I expect you think I’m sleeping with various other acts here as well, don’t you? If you woke up with legs I‘d be delighted, darling, because I could have you in my bed, in my trailer and I would, don‘t doubt that for a second.”
Cassandra had no idea what to say to that, because that was what she thought. True he visited her most nights, and sometimes early in the morning when no one else was awake, but she didn’t really know what he got up to while she was in here. Marcus had power, intelligence, respect, and despite him being much older than almost everyone else here he was incredibly attractive even when he wasn’t in costume.
“I took you in because I knew you’d make me money. Because you were beautiful and unique and I know people will pay for that, but I didn’t know you then. You were just another-”
“Freak?” she said, cutting him off.
“Employee.” Possession.
“And you’re saying that’s not what I am anymore?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying and for the record I love your tentacles.” He reached down again, the sleeve of his shirt billowing in the water as once again he caressed her tenderly. “I love how very talented you are with them,” he murmured quietly into her ear.
He smiled as he felt one of them coil around his leg, another slipping round his waist, holding him against her. Marcus was the only man she’d ever been with, of course he was. Ordinary men, the kind that paid money to stare at her and make lewd comments didn’t want someone like her, not for anything more than freak value. Something they could brag to their friends about when it came to the topic of weird sexual experiences. And perhaps there was something twisted in Marcus, something dark and cruel and wrong, but it got lonely here, the other acts were too jealous to have anything to do with her, there was only Marcus and even if there had been other people she couldn’t imagine anyone wanting her the way he did. She certainly couldn’t imagine wanting them like she wanted him even if he was thirty years older than she was. She reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it quickly, using her tentacles to remove it from his body and letting it float away from them. Normally she hated using her tentacles like limbs, performing tricks like opening jars, or writing her name to show just how much control she had over them, but with him she didn’t mind it so much, because she knew how much he liked it. Sometimes she didn’t use her hands at all, sometimes he expressly forbade her to.
He continued to run his hand over one of her tentacles, his grip tightening ever so slightly as he felt another slip up the leg of his boxer shorts, brush against him and force its way up out of the waistband and curl to take hold of the material. It was often dangerously close to overwhelming. She really was amazingly adept with her tentacles, and she seemed to note and remember every reaction she got so she knew just what to do to him.
The tentacle around his leg uncoiled, allowing her to pull off his underwear. Instead she moved it to his shoulder then his neck, sucking gently at the skin there as she watched his eyes drift closed contentedly. Another encircled one leg, then the other, parting them slightly as she propelled them both backwards to the other side of the tank, to something solid to rest back against.
Marcus felt completely helpless, which was perhaps part of the appeal. She could drown him if she wanted to, could squeeze the life out of him. There’d be little in it for her of course, but she had a power over him whether she knew it or not, though really she had that in a number of ways. Each tentacle unwound from around him slowly, leaving him there floating in the water in front of her feeling oddly lost, as if he might just drift away from her. She reached up though, turning him with one tentacle at his shoulder so they were no longer face to face. A second later a tentacle whipped across his chest, the water around them churning as she parted them so she could pull him fully back against her, two of them wrapping around his legs again, holding him completely in place.
“What would you do if I had legs?” she asked quietly, contracting and releasing each sucker on the tentacle around his chest one after the other.
It felt amazing, like being kissed by any number of tiny mouths. So amazing he couldn’t reply for a moment.
“Marcus?”
“I already told you.”
She smiled slightly, kissed his neck, sliding another tentacle around his stomach so he was almost completely bound.
“In this way I mean.”
“I’d live with the disappointment. You seem inventive.”
He twisted his head to kiss her. “There’s no such thing as magic, darling. I’m sorry.”
“Just freaks and misfits,” she said, tightening her complete body hold on him.
“You’re not a freak,” he said again. He was glad he still had his arms free as he stroked her slowly, a soft sigh escaping her lips at the action. “You’re perfect, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
“Everyone tells me otherwise. You’d think being in here would protect me from some of it, wouldn’t you? But I hear them, all of them. The visitors, the other acts. They think I’m stupid and spoilt.”
“They know you’re my favourite.” The only one of them he truly cared about. He had a sudden urge to get out of the tank, to retrieve his whip and make them all sorry for upsetting her. He didn’t need them, it was true what he’d said she was the only one he needed. “I’ll have words.”
Cassandra shivered at his tone, she supposed she should probably feel sorry for the others but she’d heard too much hatred from them. Marcus was the only one on her side, the only one that could do anything.
“I don’t want any of this,” she said. “Before you…” she relaxed her hold just a little slightly worried she might be hurting him, and aware that she was in danger of doing so as she spoke. “Before you there was no one.” The tips of each tentacle flicked up and down, stroking his skin as she went on. “Before you I’d given up on everything. I’d definitely given up on this.”
“This?”
“Sex. Intimacy.” Love. Because she did love him, even though he basically owned her. “Nobody’s ever looked at me the way you do, like I’m something special, something desirable. I’ve only seen disgust and fear and pity, all my fucking life, until you came along.”
It was the most heartbreaking thing he’d ever heard. So what if she had tentacles where other people had legs? She was smart, witty, passionate, and so, so beautiful. He couldn’t help but wonder if she’d be with him like this if she had other options though, if other men had found her as compelling as he did.
“I’m glad it was you,” she said, the tentacle on his left leg moving higher, touching him between his legs gently, brushing against him as he hardened at her touch.
“Really?” He couldn’t help but sound surprised, he was so much older than she was after all and he knew he hadn‘t aged especially well..
“You’re…wonderful,” she said, stroking him slowly, resting her head on his shoulder to watch what she was doing to him. The way her tentacles looked coiled around him, the purple dark against his pale flesh. Perhaps it wasn’t quite so bad being like this, not all the time at least.
“Haven’t been around many people, have you?”
“Well no, but maybe I don’t want to be. The people I’ve seen have been cruel, narrow minded, and no where near as handsome as you are.” She kissed his neck, tightened her hold on him again now she no longer felt quite so angry. She wasn’t sure if she was ever going to be truly happy, but at least she got moments of happiness, here alone with him. Slowly she sucked against every bit of his flesh covered by her tentacles, even the one between his legs, reaching for his hands with her own as he relaxed against her, his head lolling back against her shoulder as he closed his eyes and let out a sound of contentment.
“You’re too good to me,” he said, the words coming out slowly, as if he was half asleep. Even with the total awareness of the way she was holding him, touching him he felt utterly at peace here in the water with her. The suckers on his cock sucked harder, bringing him round a little as he hardened fully with a long drawn out moan. It was impossible to remember ever having better sex than this. The things she could do, the way she felt. It was how he imagined sleeping with multiple people at once might feel, hands and mouths and fingers everywhere.
“You saved me,” she said quietly, another tentacle moving to touch him from behind, sliding it against him, as he moaned more loudly, pressing back against her, eager for more contact as he tilted himself back against her. That was all she needed. He was easy to read once she got him this relaxed, when he stopped thinking and just went with what he wanted. His hands tightened on hers as she slowly inserted herself into him. He was always so tight even when she only penetrated him with the very tip of her tentacle. She bit her lip at the sensation of him pressing so fully against her, this wasn’t about her but it always felt amazing, which was perhaps one of the reasons she really didn’t mind him not penetrating her often. She didn’t need that, not when she had this.
Any reply he might have made faded as she slid herself into him, slow and tender allowing him to get used to the sensation as she always did. He exhaled slowly, knowing the point at which she always stopped, only this time she went further, continued to slide herself into him so slow, so careful he had to wonder how she had such control.
“Cass,” he breathed.
“Should I stop?” she asked, squeezing his hand tighter still, a free tentacle coming up to caress his face.
“Never.”
“You should be careful saying things like that,” she replied, as she slowly started to slide herself in and out, activating each sucker as it passed over his prostate. “I get ever so thick.”
Marcus felt his cock harden further at her words and actions as he moaned loudly, forcing himself not to move. She knew what she was doing and he didn’t want to interrupt her pace.
She felt the movement of his cock within her grasp and loosened her hold a little so he could grow fully. She smiled behind his back, still watching herself touching him, only just able to see herself moving within him. This was what it was about. The sight of him, the sight of them twisted together and the all too real knowledge of just how much he liked her like this. It was almost impossible to feel like a freak in this situation. All she felt was confident and important. He held on to her hands as she continued to move slowly at first then a little faster. She could keep him on the edge for hours when she really felt like it, but all she wanted tonight was to hear the way his breath caught when he came, to see him coming into the water.
“One day,” she whispered, the tentacle at his cock flickering over the tip, “one day I’ll let you have all of me. All the way.” She bit his neck lightly, nuzzled against him, her eyes fixed on his cock as she slid herself in and out faster still, biting her lip with the sheer sensation of him surrounding her so tightly.
That was all it took. Being with her was always dangerously close to being overwhelming, there were already so many things happening at once and it rarely took him long to come when she wanted him to. With his nails digging into her hands, he pressed his body back against hers and came with a gasp.
Cassandra watched the cloud bloom and dissipate into the water as she slowly loosened her hold and removed herself from him delicately. She rested her head against his and closed her eyes, unfurling every tentacle but the one around his stomach, to keep him floating in the water.
“You’re perfect,” he said looking straight ahead at her surroundings.
“And you’re delusional.” She kissed his cheek, hugging him closer.
“I should go.”
Cassandra closed her eyes. It was always like this, every single time. She should have been used to it by now, but it always hurt a little when he left. “Of course,” she said with a false cheeriness. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“You will,” he agreed, turning to kiss her, letting go of her hands as she released him from the tentacle around his stomach. He lingered for a moment as he turned to look at her, then turned again, swimming to the other end the tank. “Sleep well, Cassandra,” he said just before pulling himself out of the tank.
“You too, Marcus,” she replied.
***
Cassandra woke up to the sound of a commotion outside her tent, stretching out in the water she opened her eyes and listened for voices, trying to work out what was going on.
“It’s only when we’re closed,” she heard Marcus say. “She shouldn’t have be in there all the time, it’s unfair on her.”
Moving into the middle of her tank she waited, certain they were talking about her. After a moment or two Marcus entered, a couple of the freak show’s burly hired hands behind him.
“Avert your eyes,” he said, the moment he saw her, still completely naked. He should have anticipated that, he knew she slept naked after all. He strode across her tent, a smile on his face that suggested he was feeling rather pleased with himself. “I have a surprise for you, but you should put something on.” He glanced behind him at the muscled, but dirty looking men waiting for orders. “They don’t deserve to see you like this.” No one else deserved to see her like this, she was too precious.
She swam away, retrieving a bikini top at the side of her tank amongst a pile of them, so she didn’t have to wear the same thing every day. “Better?” she asked, as she fastened it with her tentacle, aware Marcus was watching her.
“For them, certainly,” he agreed.
“So…what’s the surprise?”
“Do you remember what I said about having you in my trailer?” he asked quietly.
“Of course.”
“I thought now would be a good time.”
“I’ll dry out.”
“It isn’t a permanent plan, but I have something that’ll do for now.” He beckoned for her to come closer, leaning in when she did. “I want you in my bed. I want to wake up next to you. I’m sick and tired of leaving you alone every night.”
“You could stay here. I’d wrap you up all nice and safe so you wouldn’t drown when you fell asleep.”
“I don’t think the human body’s designed to be in water for that long. I’d shrivel up, more than I already have. If you don‘t want to…”
“I want to,” she said, “I’m just…I’m frightened,” she admitted, lowering her voice so the other men in the tent wouldn’t hear her. She had to appear strong to the rest of the freak show, if they knew how fragile she really was they’d use it against her.
“I won’t let anything bad happen to you,” he assured her. “You can trust me. I’ll carry you into the bath in a second if you start feeling even slightly uncomfortable, all right?”
She nodded. Of course she trusted him, she had to, but it was more than that, he’d been nothing but good to her, more than good to her really. “But I’ll be back here when we’re open?”
“This will be your stage,” he agreed. “But keeping you here, day after day, it isn’t fair. This is just a test for now though, see how it works, but I thought you might like a change of scenery.”
“I would,” she leant across the edge of her tank to kiss him. “Why are they here?” She didn’t like it when other people got involved. It was better when it was just the two of them.
“To carry you, and your things. I’m not as strong as I used to be, and I’d never forgive myself if I dropped you.”
Again she nodded. She was aware of how much her tentacles weighed and she had little enough dignity as it was.
The two men stood outside Marcus’s trailer as he led the way inside. Cassandra could barely remember the last thing she’d seen that wasn’t the inside of her tent. It was nice in here though, dark and cosy, but so much more homely than anywhere she’d ever lived.
“The sofa?” he asked her.
Her heart pounded as she looked at the furniture, at the whole room. There was no water in sight and she was terrified of what would happen if she wasn’t submerged soon.
“I don’t…” she glanced up at the face of the man holding her top half then back to Marcus, on the verge of panic.
“The bathroom,” he said, a flick of his wrist to indicate the way.
Cassandra closed her eyes, forced her heart to slow as she was carried the short distance to the bathroom and placed carefully into the lukewarm water.
“You can leave now.”
She opened her eyes to see Marcus standing above her. “It would only have been for a second, before I moved you,” he clarified, kneeling down beside her. “I wanted to take you to bed myself.” He dipped his hand into the water, as she wound her tentacle around his lower arm. “Would you rather stay here?”
“I’ve never been out of the water. I do trust you but my body doesn’t exactly listen to my brain.”
“You can stay in here, unless you’d rather go back?” Though something told her she’d be in no rush to leave the water again.
She shook her head quickly. There was nowhere else she’s rather be than here, though admittedly that wasn’t the only thing keeping her. “I’d like to stay in the water. Here.”
“Anything you want,” he said, though he couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed, but he couldn’t blame her for not wanting to risk her health and he didn’t want to either. He had no idea what would happen if she dried out, and he didn’t want her tentacles to lose any of their lustre nor for her to be in any pain,
He leant against the side of the bath, allowing her to wind herself up his arm, as he shifted slightly in an attempt to get more comfortable. “Can I ask you something?” he asked after a moment, once she seems more relaxed in her new environment.
“You can ask,” she said, turning her gaze to him, “I might not answer though.”
“I know you were…untouched before you came here,” he said carefully. “But I was thinking. When you were alone did you ever… you felt urges, didn’t you?”
Cassandra laughed at the question, her hold on him tightening and pulling him closer. “You want to know if I masturbated, Marcus?” she whispered.
“I’m quite interested in knowing if you still masturbate,” he admitted. It was one of many thoughts that tended to creep into his head late at night, alone in his trailer.
“I don’t have time to masturbate,” she said with a smile, one tentacle coming up to touch his face tenderly. “You come to my tent as soon as we’re closed, and when you leave, well…you take care of all that, don’t you?”
“But do you ever want to? When you can’t?” he pressed.
“Sometimes, but you’re enough.”
“You’re too kind, but I was thinking…” he kissed her delicately. “If you ever felt the need, while I was with you.”
She smiled slightly, another tentacle dancing over his clothed chest playfully, flicking at the buttons. “You want to watch?”
The question surprised him slightly. Sometimes she seemed so innocent, so fragile and pure, it was difficult to connect the girl she was during the day with the one she became when they were alone together late at night. “I want to see everything,” he admitted.
“But you don’t want me to use my hands.” It wasn’t a question, she just knew. He never wanted her to use her hands.
“I don’t know. I mean have you…with the tentacles?”
“I always tried to ignore them,” she said, “until I met you.” And he’d acted as if her tentacles were a good thing, something to be appreciated.
“Would you?”
She smiled softly, the tentacle at his face curling around his neck, pulling him inwards so she could kiss him. “For you I think I’d do anything.”
“Come into the bedroom,” he urged. “I have wet towels and jugs full of water, I won’t let you dry out, and if you hate it I’ll rush you back here. Promise.”
“Is it that important?”
“I thought you might enjoy the normality. If you’d let yourself.”
She considered her options for a few moments, completely torn, because he was right and it was obvious how much he wanted this. He’d gone to so much effort and she really didn’t want to disappoint him.
“You’ll bring me back here the second I ask? No matter what we’re doing?”
“No matter what,” he echoed.
“Okay,” she said, taking a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. Slowly she unwound herself from him, as he leant over her, scooping her up and out of the bath. He carried her the short distance from the bathroom to his bedroom, struggling a little with her lower body weight as she dripped water over his thin carpet.
“Okay?” he asked, as he lowered her down on to the soaking wet towel, folding the material over her tentacles to keep them damp.
She nodded though she was a little uncertain, still she’d know if she started to dry out, she wasn’t suddenly going to just shrivel up. She looked around, taking in the jugs on every surface she could see. Clearly he’d put quite a lot of thought into this, though she doubted the towel would dry out any time soon.
“Fine,” she said settling back in the bed as he stood at the foot of it, his eyes on her. She knew what he was waiting for, what he wanted to see. “You’ll make sure I don’t dry out?”
“Of course,” he reached over for a jug on the top of his wardrobe. “I’ll keep you wet.”
Pushing the towel off her tentacles she looked up at him, slightly nervous. It wasn’t as if he didn’t watch her normally, but this was different, more intense somehow, perhaps because she was on land - everything felt strange and wrong and exposed here.
“Go on,” he said gently. “Just pretend I’m not here.”
“I don’t think that’ll work,” she admitted, “I think you being here’s fairly key.”
He smiled at her words, moving closer to the bed, his legs pressing against it as he shrugged out of his jacket. “Is that right?”
“Don’t sound so surprised,” she said, one tentacle touching her stomach as she spoke, another crossing over her chest.
“You think that much of me?”
He was too far away but she just managed to touch him with the very tip of a tentacle, flicking it against his leg. “Always.”
She closed her eyes for a second, sucking against her skin, focusing on her nipples as she moaned softly, aware of him watching her. She could sense him holding his breath as she moved one tentacle upwards, over the others and between them, a slight sigh and she smiled as she touched herself, flicking the tip against herself, as she opened her eyes to see him, eyes narrowed with lust as he watched her. There was something about him watching that just did it for her. She could feel the moisture beneath her, and that was enough to comfort her, for now at least. It was surprisingly easy to forget about her worry of drying out with that look on his face.
“Go on,” he said again.
She parted her tentacles, one curling up to touch her clitoris as she slowly, carefully slid the one at the centre of them inside herself, her lips quirking at the feeling. It was rare that Marcus penetrated her, when he came to visit her it was almost always focused on him and the things she could do with her tentacles, not that she didn’t enjoy it but this was different. Different and amazing. She’d had his fingers though, enough times to know what to do. They might not have full sex often, but as she’d discovered there was so much more to this than that.
Keeping her eyes on him she slid her tentacle in further, curling it precisely against her g-spot while her other tentacles continued to stimulate her clitoris and nipples.
“Go on,” he breathed, climbing on to the bed, between her tentacles, needing to be closer. The moment he was there with her she wound a tentacle around his waist and leg, wanting to feel him, needing that connection.
“Marcus.” She breathed his name, as her hold on him tightened trying to hold it together but it was difficult, the mere sight of him turned her on and the way he was looking at her made the muscles between her tentacles pulse.
“For me,” he said, reaching out, running his hand over her tentacles.
It was all the stimulation she needed, the look on his face, the way he was touching her and the way she was touching herself. Once more she tightened her hold on him instinctively, pulling him down against her as she shook beneath him, gritting her teeth and moaning his name as she came.
Marcus managed to prop himself up so she wasn’t taking the full weight of his body. It was slightly difficult to breathe though with her wrapped so tightly around him, and the sight of her as she was, breathless and shuddering against him. “I love you,” he said, ignoring every impulse to press his groin against her. He wanted to make love to her desperately though, and it was rare that he had that impulse. It wasn’t generally like that with them, it wasn’t needed, but there was something different now, something had changed and all he was aware of was his erection and how utterly, completely perfect she was laying there on his bed.
She had a thousand replies. She couldn’t believe him. She didn’t want to believe him, because what then? This was already too much, she didn’t want this, she really didn’t. “I feel tighter than normal,” she said instead, unwinding herself from him, spreading herself out on the dampened towels to try and ease the feeling.
He grabbed the nearest jug drizzling water over each tentacle in turn. “Better?”
“Much,” she said, curling in on herself, pulling the towel over her tentacles, strangely exhausted from her move. “Will you come to bed now? Just for a while?”
He nodded as he undid his shirt and trousers quickly, slipping out of them and tossing them aside because they didn’t really matter. What mattered was lying beside her, pretending they were a normal couple. Slipping into the bed beside her he slid his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer, pulling back the towel to press his leg against one tentacle before putting it back in place. He smiled as once again she twisted herself around him. “Will you come back tonight? Try sleeping here, properly? I want you to feel comfortable here. I‘d like to do this more often.”
She turned to look at him, kissing him on the cheek. “I’ve never done this. I’ve never been out of water. It’s strange, and wrong and frightening, but you’re here so…it’s not so bad. I might wake up screaming for water in the night though.”
“And I’ll be here to pour it over you again. Who needs sleep anyway?”
“You really will, won’t you?”
“Where else would I be? What else would I do?” He kissed her slowly just for a moment. .
“I’m going to ruin your bed,” she said, spreading out her tentacles on the wet towel.
“Plastic sheets, it’s fine. We’ll keep you in the towel, I’ll be beside you, dry. A reasonable compromise, isn’t it?”
“You’re very good to me.”
He smiled, shaking his head. “You deserve nice things, Cass. Not a life under water, shut away from people.” Again he kissed her. ”You should rest, It’s been a stressful morning, and we open in a few hours. You know how you’re my star.”
“Stay with me?”
“I’m not going anywhere. Not until you’re safely underwater again.”
Fandom Original
Pairing Cassandra/Marcus
Rating R/NC-17
Summary Cassandra's always hated her tentacles. Until she met Marcus.
Word Count 6298
Note Marcus is largely inspired by this photo.
Cassandra sat in the glass sided tank inside her large tent. Hers was larger than the other’s because the audience needed to see her move, it was all part of the performance - it was enough to look at the wolf boy or the tattooed lady but they wanted to see how Cassandra managed to swim with such grace when all she had were tentacles. They wanted to watch how she glided under water. She heard whispers from the rest of the freak show, the ones that had to share tents smaller than hers. She knew she was hardly the most popular member of the cast, but that was fine, she didn’t have to associate with them anyway, in fact she couldn’t. She had to stay here, submerged in water all the time, and people rarely came to visit her after hours, part from Marcus, the show’s manager and leader, that was. He visited her most nights, for one reason or another. She was his most unique act after all.
She heard footsteps, the sound of gravel being trampled under foot getting closer and stopping right outside her tent. Then he coughed, announcing his presence as if she wouldn’t be well aware it was him. She swam from the far end of the tank to the side nearest the entrance to greet him as he strode inside, tying up the flap of the tent and locking it so no one would accidentally interrupt them. She smiled at the sight of him still in his costume of long black leather boots and a deep purple tail coated suit and matching top hat. He never failed to look dashing, his grey goatee and moustache combed neatly in place.
“Cassandra,” he purred as he moved closer, climbing the steps up to the tank so they were level with each other. She rose up out of the water the moment he was close enough, wrapping her arm loosely over his shoulder as she gazed at him, fighting the urge to kiss him until she knew what he was actually here for, sometimes things were purely business, though the way he’d said her name suggested otherwise.
He smiled back at her, apparently pleased by the show of restraint, then closed the space between them, kissing her slowly as he shrugged off his jacket, not wanting it to get wet.
“Everything okay then?” she asked when he pulled away.
“A few complaints about ruined clothes.”
“They shouldn’t get so close,” she pointed out with a shrug. “It’s not my fault if they get splashed when I come up for air.”
“But you’re so much better close up, darling,” he replied. “They want to see if you’re real, how you work.”
Cassandra couldn’t help but feel slightly offended by that, which she knew was stupid. She’d made the choice to join his freak show, to allow herself to be gawped at like the freak she knew she was, but sometimes there were comments, sometimes they tried to touch her. “One of these days I’m going to drown someone.”
Marcus smiled, reached up to touch her blue and purple hair, dyed to match the tentacles where her legs were supposed to be. “Just make sure you do it when there’s no one else around, darling and give me time to get rid of the body.”
She didn’t suppose she was meant to find that offer quite so touching, and perhaps he was only quite so willing to protect her because of how much business she made for him, but she didn’t care. Here, with him she felt safe. It didn’t matter why.
“It might not be one of the customers,” she said, a slight sadness creeping over her face.
“You tell me who’s giving you a hard time and I’ll deal with them, Cassandra. The whip and cane aren’t purely for show, you know?”
There was so much she missed confined to her tank. She had no doubts that Marcus could be an incredibly cruel man at times. She heard his bellows if his orders weren’t carried out, or if someone stepped out of line, but in her tent, away it all she couldn’t say she cared about any of that.
“You’ve never threatened me,” she said, raising herself higher still out of the tank, as she reached for his top hat with one agile tentacle, placing it on her own head before sinking back down again.
“I don’t have to threaten you, you’re my star, my most important asset. The rest of them don’t matter, Cassandra. Tattooed ladies are ten a penny, christ even the amazing bloody wolf man’s easily replaced. You’re a natural wonder, darling.” He pushed up his shirt sleeve and reached down beneath the water, long fingers caressing one of her tentacles.
She could never quite get over how sensitive her tentacles were, the way his hands on her made her forget things for just a second. “I’m a freak,” she corrected. “I couldn’t even have something elegant like a fish tail. I had to have these things!” she thrashed her tentacles for emphasis. Marcus removed his hand, took a couple of steps down from the tank to avoid being further soaked and looked up at her. He stayed where he was for a second or two then continued his way down, and away from her.
“You’re leaving?”
He laughed slightly at the very suggestion, as he bent to unlace and remove his boots before starting on the fastening of his trousers. “I should know better than visiting you in silk,” he said as he slid out of them, moving them and his jacket out of the way of her fairly impressive splash zone. “You can’t be trusted, can you?” he asked moving back to her, wearing only his shirt and underwear. “You’re not a freak. You’re a beautiful and unique woman.”
“I’m a fucking hipster mermaid!”
Marcus laughed at that, as far as definitions went it was certainly a new one on him, but then no one had ever seen anyone like her before. “You want me to get you a new sign painted? I mean it might be a bit more intriguing to people than ‘Cassandra the Octogirl.‘ Sounds like it might draw in a younger crowd at least.”
Cassandra frowned at him. He was making jokes while she just wanted to scream. “I want to be normal.”
“No you don’t,” he said. “You haven’t got it in you to be normal, legs or no legs. And I wouldn’t want you to be either. Because if you were normal you wouldn’t be here now, would you?”
She moved away, pushing herself through the water with the long dark tentacles below her torso and turning her back on him.
“You’re using me just as much as I’m using you, Cass, but I’d get rid of every other act I’ve got to keep you. The others don‘t matter to me, not like you do.”
“Because I’m the star attraction.,” she said bitterly. “And for your information I would stay if I woke up tomorrow and I had legs. I mean I’d try at least, but I expect you’d have my stuff packed up within half an hour of you finding out.” Carefully she removed his hat, tossing it over the side of the tank before she ducked down under the water. She couldn’t cope with this, she knew what she was to him - the goose that laid the golden egg. And that was fine, at least she was something to someone, but she didn’t want him here. She wanted to be alone to wallow in her own misery, because she was sure it was true, if she stopped laying what use would she possibly be to him?
She heard a splash above, the water around her body rippled and there he was, in the water with her, his shirt clinging to his body as he put his arms around her, even as she tried to push him away with her tentacles.
“Is that what you think?” he said, as he pulled her up to the surface. “I expect you think I’m sleeping with various other acts here as well, don’t you? If you woke up with legs I‘d be delighted, darling, because I could have you in my bed, in my trailer and I would, don‘t doubt that for a second.”
Cassandra had no idea what to say to that, because that was what she thought. True he visited her most nights, and sometimes early in the morning when no one else was awake, but she didn’t really know what he got up to while she was in here. Marcus had power, intelligence, respect, and despite him being much older than almost everyone else here he was incredibly attractive even when he wasn’t in costume.
“I took you in because I knew you’d make me money. Because you were beautiful and unique and I know people will pay for that, but I didn’t know you then. You were just another-”
“Freak?” she said, cutting him off.
“Employee.” Possession.
“And you’re saying that’s not what I am anymore?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying and for the record I love your tentacles.” He reached down again, the sleeve of his shirt billowing in the water as once again he caressed her tenderly. “I love how very talented you are with them,” he murmured quietly into her ear.
He smiled as he felt one of them coil around his leg, another slipping round his waist, holding him against her. Marcus was the only man she’d ever been with, of course he was. Ordinary men, the kind that paid money to stare at her and make lewd comments didn’t want someone like her, not for anything more than freak value. Something they could brag to their friends about when it came to the topic of weird sexual experiences. And perhaps there was something twisted in Marcus, something dark and cruel and wrong, but it got lonely here, the other acts were too jealous to have anything to do with her, there was only Marcus and even if there had been other people she couldn’t imagine anyone wanting her the way he did. She certainly couldn’t imagine wanting them like she wanted him even if he was thirty years older than she was. She reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it quickly, using her tentacles to remove it from his body and letting it float away from them. Normally she hated using her tentacles like limbs, performing tricks like opening jars, or writing her name to show just how much control she had over them, but with him she didn’t mind it so much, because she knew how much he liked it. Sometimes she didn’t use her hands at all, sometimes he expressly forbade her to.
He continued to run his hand over one of her tentacles, his grip tightening ever so slightly as he felt another slip up the leg of his boxer shorts, brush against him and force its way up out of the waistband and curl to take hold of the material. It was often dangerously close to overwhelming. She really was amazingly adept with her tentacles, and she seemed to note and remember every reaction she got so she knew just what to do to him.
The tentacle around his leg uncoiled, allowing her to pull off his underwear. Instead she moved it to his shoulder then his neck, sucking gently at the skin there as she watched his eyes drift closed contentedly. Another encircled one leg, then the other, parting them slightly as she propelled them both backwards to the other side of the tank, to something solid to rest back against.
Marcus felt completely helpless, which was perhaps part of the appeal. She could drown him if she wanted to, could squeeze the life out of him. There’d be little in it for her of course, but she had a power over him whether she knew it or not, though really she had that in a number of ways. Each tentacle unwound from around him slowly, leaving him there floating in the water in front of her feeling oddly lost, as if he might just drift away from her. She reached up though, turning him with one tentacle at his shoulder so they were no longer face to face. A second later a tentacle whipped across his chest, the water around them churning as she parted them so she could pull him fully back against her, two of them wrapping around his legs again, holding him completely in place.
“What would you do if I had legs?” she asked quietly, contracting and releasing each sucker on the tentacle around his chest one after the other.
It felt amazing, like being kissed by any number of tiny mouths. So amazing he couldn’t reply for a moment.
“Marcus?”
“I already told you.”
She smiled slightly, kissed his neck, sliding another tentacle around his stomach so he was almost completely bound.
“In this way I mean.”
“I’d live with the disappointment. You seem inventive.”
He twisted his head to kiss her. “There’s no such thing as magic, darling. I’m sorry.”
“Just freaks and misfits,” she said, tightening her complete body hold on him.
“You’re not a freak,” he said again. He was glad he still had his arms free as he stroked her slowly, a soft sigh escaping her lips at the action. “You’re perfect, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
“Everyone tells me otherwise. You’d think being in here would protect me from some of it, wouldn’t you? But I hear them, all of them. The visitors, the other acts. They think I’m stupid and spoilt.”
“They know you’re my favourite.” The only one of them he truly cared about. He had a sudden urge to get out of the tank, to retrieve his whip and make them all sorry for upsetting her. He didn’t need them, it was true what he’d said she was the only one he needed. “I’ll have words.”
Cassandra shivered at his tone, she supposed she should probably feel sorry for the others but she’d heard too much hatred from them. Marcus was the only one on her side, the only one that could do anything.
“I don’t want any of this,” she said. “Before you…” she relaxed her hold just a little slightly worried she might be hurting him, and aware that she was in danger of doing so as she spoke. “Before you there was no one.” The tips of each tentacle flicked up and down, stroking his skin as she went on. “Before you I’d given up on everything. I’d definitely given up on this.”
“This?”
“Sex. Intimacy.” Love. Because she did love him, even though he basically owned her. “Nobody’s ever looked at me the way you do, like I’m something special, something desirable. I’ve only seen disgust and fear and pity, all my fucking life, until you came along.”
It was the most heartbreaking thing he’d ever heard. So what if she had tentacles where other people had legs? She was smart, witty, passionate, and so, so beautiful. He couldn’t help but wonder if she’d be with him like this if she had other options though, if other men had found her as compelling as he did.
“I’m glad it was you,” she said, the tentacle on his left leg moving higher, touching him between his legs gently, brushing against him as he hardened at her touch.
“Really?” He couldn’t help but sound surprised, he was so much older than she was after all and he knew he hadn‘t aged especially well..
“You’re…wonderful,” she said, stroking him slowly, resting her head on his shoulder to watch what she was doing to him. The way her tentacles looked coiled around him, the purple dark against his pale flesh. Perhaps it wasn’t quite so bad being like this, not all the time at least.
“Haven’t been around many people, have you?”
“Well no, but maybe I don’t want to be. The people I’ve seen have been cruel, narrow minded, and no where near as handsome as you are.” She kissed his neck, tightened her hold on him again now she no longer felt quite so angry. She wasn’t sure if she was ever going to be truly happy, but at least she got moments of happiness, here alone with him. Slowly she sucked against every bit of his flesh covered by her tentacles, even the one between his legs, reaching for his hands with her own as he relaxed against her, his head lolling back against her shoulder as he closed his eyes and let out a sound of contentment.
“You’re too good to me,” he said, the words coming out slowly, as if he was half asleep. Even with the total awareness of the way she was holding him, touching him he felt utterly at peace here in the water with her. The suckers on his cock sucked harder, bringing him round a little as he hardened fully with a long drawn out moan. It was impossible to remember ever having better sex than this. The things she could do, the way she felt. It was how he imagined sleeping with multiple people at once might feel, hands and mouths and fingers everywhere.
“You saved me,” she said quietly, another tentacle moving to touch him from behind, sliding it against him, as he moaned more loudly, pressing back against her, eager for more contact as he tilted himself back against her. That was all she needed. He was easy to read once she got him this relaxed, when he stopped thinking and just went with what he wanted. His hands tightened on hers as she slowly inserted herself into him. He was always so tight even when she only penetrated him with the very tip of her tentacle. She bit her lip at the sensation of him pressing so fully against her, this wasn’t about her but it always felt amazing, which was perhaps one of the reasons she really didn’t mind him not penetrating her often. She didn’t need that, not when she had this.
Any reply he might have made faded as she slid herself into him, slow and tender allowing him to get used to the sensation as she always did. He exhaled slowly, knowing the point at which she always stopped, only this time she went further, continued to slide herself into him so slow, so careful he had to wonder how she had such control.
“Cass,” he breathed.
“Should I stop?” she asked, squeezing his hand tighter still, a free tentacle coming up to caress his face.
“Never.”
“You should be careful saying things like that,” she replied, as she slowly started to slide herself in and out, activating each sucker as it passed over his prostate. “I get ever so thick.”
Marcus felt his cock harden further at her words and actions as he moaned loudly, forcing himself not to move. She knew what she was doing and he didn’t want to interrupt her pace.
She felt the movement of his cock within her grasp and loosened her hold a little so he could grow fully. She smiled behind his back, still watching herself touching him, only just able to see herself moving within him. This was what it was about. The sight of him, the sight of them twisted together and the all too real knowledge of just how much he liked her like this. It was almost impossible to feel like a freak in this situation. All she felt was confident and important. He held on to her hands as she continued to move slowly at first then a little faster. She could keep him on the edge for hours when she really felt like it, but all she wanted tonight was to hear the way his breath caught when he came, to see him coming into the water.
“One day,” she whispered, the tentacle at his cock flickering over the tip, “one day I’ll let you have all of me. All the way.” She bit his neck lightly, nuzzled against him, her eyes fixed on his cock as she slid herself in and out faster still, biting her lip with the sheer sensation of him surrounding her so tightly.
That was all it took. Being with her was always dangerously close to being overwhelming, there were already so many things happening at once and it rarely took him long to come when she wanted him to. With his nails digging into her hands, he pressed his body back against hers and came with a gasp.
Cassandra watched the cloud bloom and dissipate into the water as she slowly loosened her hold and removed herself from him delicately. She rested her head against his and closed her eyes, unfurling every tentacle but the one around his stomach, to keep him floating in the water.
“You’re perfect,” he said looking straight ahead at her surroundings.
“And you’re delusional.” She kissed his cheek, hugging him closer.
“I should go.”
Cassandra closed her eyes. It was always like this, every single time. She should have been used to it by now, but it always hurt a little when he left. “Of course,” she said with a false cheeriness. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“You will,” he agreed, turning to kiss her, letting go of her hands as she released him from the tentacle around his stomach. He lingered for a moment as he turned to look at her, then turned again, swimming to the other end the tank. “Sleep well, Cassandra,” he said just before pulling himself out of the tank.
“You too, Marcus,” she replied.
***
Cassandra woke up to the sound of a commotion outside her tent, stretching out in the water she opened her eyes and listened for voices, trying to work out what was going on.
“It’s only when we’re closed,” she heard Marcus say. “She shouldn’t have be in there all the time, it’s unfair on her.”
Moving into the middle of her tank she waited, certain they were talking about her. After a moment or two Marcus entered, a couple of the freak show’s burly hired hands behind him.
“Avert your eyes,” he said, the moment he saw her, still completely naked. He should have anticipated that, he knew she slept naked after all. He strode across her tent, a smile on his face that suggested he was feeling rather pleased with himself. “I have a surprise for you, but you should put something on.” He glanced behind him at the muscled, but dirty looking men waiting for orders. “They don’t deserve to see you like this.” No one else deserved to see her like this, she was too precious.
She swam away, retrieving a bikini top at the side of her tank amongst a pile of them, so she didn’t have to wear the same thing every day. “Better?” she asked, as she fastened it with her tentacle, aware Marcus was watching her.
“For them, certainly,” he agreed.
“So…what’s the surprise?”
“Do you remember what I said about having you in my trailer?” he asked quietly.
“Of course.”
“I thought now would be a good time.”
“I’ll dry out.”
“It isn’t a permanent plan, but I have something that’ll do for now.” He beckoned for her to come closer, leaning in when she did. “I want you in my bed. I want to wake up next to you. I’m sick and tired of leaving you alone every night.”
“You could stay here. I’d wrap you up all nice and safe so you wouldn’t drown when you fell asleep.”
“I don’t think the human body’s designed to be in water for that long. I’d shrivel up, more than I already have. If you don‘t want to…”
“I want to,” she said, “I’m just…I’m frightened,” she admitted, lowering her voice so the other men in the tent wouldn’t hear her. She had to appear strong to the rest of the freak show, if they knew how fragile she really was they’d use it against her.
“I won’t let anything bad happen to you,” he assured her. “You can trust me. I’ll carry you into the bath in a second if you start feeling even slightly uncomfortable, all right?”
She nodded. Of course she trusted him, she had to, but it was more than that, he’d been nothing but good to her, more than good to her really. “But I’ll be back here when we’re open?”
“This will be your stage,” he agreed. “But keeping you here, day after day, it isn’t fair. This is just a test for now though, see how it works, but I thought you might like a change of scenery.”
“I would,” she leant across the edge of her tank to kiss him. “Why are they here?” She didn’t like it when other people got involved. It was better when it was just the two of them.
“To carry you, and your things. I’m not as strong as I used to be, and I’d never forgive myself if I dropped you.”
Again she nodded. She was aware of how much her tentacles weighed and she had little enough dignity as it was.
The two men stood outside Marcus’s trailer as he led the way inside. Cassandra could barely remember the last thing she’d seen that wasn’t the inside of her tent. It was nice in here though, dark and cosy, but so much more homely than anywhere she’d ever lived.
“The sofa?” he asked her.
Her heart pounded as she looked at the furniture, at the whole room. There was no water in sight and she was terrified of what would happen if she wasn’t submerged soon.
“I don’t…” she glanced up at the face of the man holding her top half then back to Marcus, on the verge of panic.
“The bathroom,” he said, a flick of his wrist to indicate the way.
Cassandra closed her eyes, forced her heart to slow as she was carried the short distance to the bathroom and placed carefully into the lukewarm water.
“You can leave now.”
She opened her eyes to see Marcus standing above her. “It would only have been for a second, before I moved you,” he clarified, kneeling down beside her. “I wanted to take you to bed myself.” He dipped his hand into the water, as she wound her tentacle around his lower arm. “Would you rather stay here?”
“I’ve never been out of the water. I do trust you but my body doesn’t exactly listen to my brain.”
“You can stay in here, unless you’d rather go back?” Though something told her she’d be in no rush to leave the water again.
She shook her head quickly. There was nowhere else she’s rather be than here, though admittedly that wasn’t the only thing keeping her. “I’d like to stay in the water. Here.”
“Anything you want,” he said, though he couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed, but he couldn’t blame her for not wanting to risk her health and he didn’t want to either. He had no idea what would happen if she dried out, and he didn’t want her tentacles to lose any of their lustre nor for her to be in any pain,
He leant against the side of the bath, allowing her to wind herself up his arm, as he shifted slightly in an attempt to get more comfortable. “Can I ask you something?” he asked after a moment, once she seems more relaxed in her new environment.
“You can ask,” she said, turning her gaze to him, “I might not answer though.”
“I know you were…untouched before you came here,” he said carefully. “But I was thinking. When you were alone did you ever… you felt urges, didn’t you?”
Cassandra laughed at the question, her hold on him tightening and pulling him closer. “You want to know if I masturbated, Marcus?” she whispered.
“I’m quite interested in knowing if you still masturbate,” he admitted. It was one of many thoughts that tended to creep into his head late at night, alone in his trailer.
“I don’t have time to masturbate,” she said with a smile, one tentacle coming up to touch his face tenderly. “You come to my tent as soon as we’re closed, and when you leave, well…you take care of all that, don’t you?”
“But do you ever want to? When you can’t?” he pressed.
“Sometimes, but you’re enough.”
“You’re too kind, but I was thinking…” he kissed her delicately. “If you ever felt the need, while I was with you.”
She smiled slightly, another tentacle dancing over his clothed chest playfully, flicking at the buttons. “You want to watch?”
The question surprised him slightly. Sometimes she seemed so innocent, so fragile and pure, it was difficult to connect the girl she was during the day with the one she became when they were alone together late at night. “I want to see everything,” he admitted.
“But you don’t want me to use my hands.” It wasn’t a question, she just knew. He never wanted her to use her hands.
“I don’t know. I mean have you…with the tentacles?”
“I always tried to ignore them,” she said, “until I met you.” And he’d acted as if her tentacles were a good thing, something to be appreciated.
“Would you?”
She smiled softly, the tentacle at his face curling around his neck, pulling him inwards so she could kiss him. “For you I think I’d do anything.”
“Come into the bedroom,” he urged. “I have wet towels and jugs full of water, I won’t let you dry out, and if you hate it I’ll rush you back here. Promise.”
“Is it that important?”
“I thought you might enjoy the normality. If you’d let yourself.”
She considered her options for a few moments, completely torn, because he was right and it was obvious how much he wanted this. He’d gone to so much effort and she really didn’t want to disappoint him.
“You’ll bring me back here the second I ask? No matter what we’re doing?”
“No matter what,” he echoed.
“Okay,” she said, taking a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. Slowly she unwound herself from him, as he leant over her, scooping her up and out of the bath. He carried her the short distance from the bathroom to his bedroom, struggling a little with her lower body weight as she dripped water over his thin carpet.
“Okay?” he asked, as he lowered her down on to the soaking wet towel, folding the material over her tentacles to keep them damp.
She nodded though she was a little uncertain, still she’d know if she started to dry out, she wasn’t suddenly going to just shrivel up. She looked around, taking in the jugs on every surface she could see. Clearly he’d put quite a lot of thought into this, though she doubted the towel would dry out any time soon.
“Fine,” she said settling back in the bed as he stood at the foot of it, his eyes on her. She knew what he was waiting for, what he wanted to see. “You’ll make sure I don’t dry out?”
“Of course,” he reached over for a jug on the top of his wardrobe. “I’ll keep you wet.”
Pushing the towel off her tentacles she looked up at him, slightly nervous. It wasn’t as if he didn’t watch her normally, but this was different, more intense somehow, perhaps because she was on land - everything felt strange and wrong and exposed here.
“Go on,” he said gently. “Just pretend I’m not here.”
“I don’t think that’ll work,” she admitted, “I think you being here’s fairly key.”
He smiled at her words, moving closer to the bed, his legs pressing against it as he shrugged out of his jacket. “Is that right?”
“Don’t sound so surprised,” she said, one tentacle touching her stomach as she spoke, another crossing over her chest.
“You think that much of me?”
He was too far away but she just managed to touch him with the very tip of a tentacle, flicking it against his leg. “Always.”
She closed her eyes for a second, sucking against her skin, focusing on her nipples as she moaned softly, aware of him watching her. She could sense him holding his breath as she moved one tentacle upwards, over the others and between them, a slight sigh and she smiled as she touched herself, flicking the tip against herself, as she opened her eyes to see him, eyes narrowed with lust as he watched her. There was something about him watching that just did it for her. She could feel the moisture beneath her, and that was enough to comfort her, for now at least. It was surprisingly easy to forget about her worry of drying out with that look on his face.
“Go on,” he said again.
She parted her tentacles, one curling up to touch her clitoris as she slowly, carefully slid the one at the centre of them inside herself, her lips quirking at the feeling. It was rare that Marcus penetrated her, when he came to visit her it was almost always focused on him and the things she could do with her tentacles, not that she didn’t enjoy it but this was different. Different and amazing. She’d had his fingers though, enough times to know what to do. They might not have full sex often, but as she’d discovered there was so much more to this than that.
Keeping her eyes on him she slid her tentacle in further, curling it precisely against her g-spot while her other tentacles continued to stimulate her clitoris and nipples.
“Go on,” he breathed, climbing on to the bed, between her tentacles, needing to be closer. The moment he was there with her she wound a tentacle around his waist and leg, wanting to feel him, needing that connection.
“Marcus.” She breathed his name, as her hold on him tightened trying to hold it together but it was difficult, the mere sight of him turned her on and the way he was looking at her made the muscles between her tentacles pulse.
“For me,” he said, reaching out, running his hand over her tentacles.
It was all the stimulation she needed, the look on his face, the way he was touching her and the way she was touching herself. Once more she tightened her hold on him instinctively, pulling him down against her as she shook beneath him, gritting her teeth and moaning his name as she came.
Marcus managed to prop himself up so she wasn’t taking the full weight of his body. It was slightly difficult to breathe though with her wrapped so tightly around him, and the sight of her as she was, breathless and shuddering against him. “I love you,” he said, ignoring every impulse to press his groin against her. He wanted to make love to her desperately though, and it was rare that he had that impulse. It wasn’t generally like that with them, it wasn’t needed, but there was something different now, something had changed and all he was aware of was his erection and how utterly, completely perfect she was laying there on his bed.
She had a thousand replies. She couldn’t believe him. She didn’t want to believe him, because what then? This was already too much, she didn’t want this, she really didn’t. “I feel tighter than normal,” she said instead, unwinding herself from him, spreading herself out on the dampened towels to try and ease the feeling.
He grabbed the nearest jug drizzling water over each tentacle in turn. “Better?”
“Much,” she said, curling in on herself, pulling the towel over her tentacles, strangely exhausted from her move. “Will you come to bed now? Just for a while?”
He nodded as he undid his shirt and trousers quickly, slipping out of them and tossing them aside because they didn’t really matter. What mattered was lying beside her, pretending they were a normal couple. Slipping into the bed beside her he slid his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer, pulling back the towel to press his leg against one tentacle before putting it back in place. He smiled as once again she twisted herself around him. “Will you come back tonight? Try sleeping here, properly? I want you to feel comfortable here. I‘d like to do this more often.”
She turned to look at him, kissing him on the cheek. “I’ve never done this. I’ve never been out of water. It’s strange, and wrong and frightening, but you’re here so…it’s not so bad. I might wake up screaming for water in the night though.”
“And I’ll be here to pour it over you again. Who needs sleep anyway?”
“You really will, won’t you?”
“Where else would I be? What else would I do?” He kissed her slowly just for a moment. .
“I’m going to ruin your bed,” she said, spreading out her tentacles on the wet towel.
“Plastic sheets, it’s fine. We’ll keep you in the towel, I’ll be beside you, dry. A reasonable compromise, isn’t it?”
“You’re very good to me.”
He smiled, shaking his head. “You deserve nice things, Cass. Not a life under water, shut away from people.” Again he kissed her. ”You should rest, It’s been a stressful morning, and we open in a few hours. You know how you’re my star.”
“Stay with me?”
“I’m not going anywhere. Not until you’re safely underwater again.”
