Fuckhouse of Horror II: The Fuckening

Of all the people in your village, you don't really understand why it had to be you to appease The Hag.

You're not anybody special. Just the humble son of a fisherman, with a blooming talent for smithing. You wouldn't even typically go out to sail with the sailors in your village, tending to stay with your mother at home to keep things in order while your father was out to sea. But, now, since your old man hurt his leg, it's up to you to pick up the slack. Being forced to go out on a fishing boat to bring back food and supplies to your village, that makes sense to you. You'd be willing to do it even if you didn't have to.

This is more than that, though. This is a suicide mission. You're not here on this little island to fish and get supplies. You're here to make an offering to the Queen of the Seas, the dreaded Sea Hag. Few people have ever seen her, and those who have didn't dare speak of her. Your people had given her this island, a few knots from your village, but that wasn't enough. No, if your people wanted safe passage through these seas, The Sea Hag demanded an offering.

Which is why you're currently up to your chest in water with a big basket of trout over your head.

"Come on, come on…" you mutter to nobody. "Just take the stupid fish so I can go home… I don't know why I can't just drop the fish and leave, but I don't make up the rules to these stupid fucking rituals. If it were up to me, I'd—Fuck!"

Something slick and slender wraps itself around your ankle and, before you can even think about getting out of the water, you're yanked off of your feet and pulled beneath the surface. You thrash and fight to get free, but to no avail. You scream bloody murder, producing little more than a stream of bubbles as water rushes into your throat. This is it. You were going to drown and die because some ancient fish monster decided your fucking trout wasn't good enough.

"Oh, right. Air-breather."

You blink wildly, beyond confused to see a long, strong black tentacle slither up your body, wrapping itself around your throat. Heart stopping in your chest, you get ready to say your goodbyes before being strangled to death (you genuinely couldn't tell if it was preferable fate to drowning). Strangely, the tentacle didn't squeeze, instead clutching you gently and filling you with a strange, buzzing energy.

"There. That ought to do it."

The tentacle releases you, letting you go back to your drowning, except… You don't. You take in deep breaths, puzzled as to how you're able to even do that. Your neck feels odd, as if the skin was beginning to peel, and you clutch your throat curiously. On either side of your neck was two deep slits, pulsating slightly in time with your breaths. This was, to put it lightly, very concerning.

"Gills?" you say. "What the hell…?"

"Can't have you drowning, not before I get what I need."

That voice again. Despite you being underwater, you can hear her perfectly clear. Her voice is sultry, velvety, seductive even. You look around, your gaze landing on the tentacle still wrapped around your ankle. Curiously, you reach forward and grab it, giving it a firm tug.

"Oh? I take it you're ready to continue, then?"

The tentacle gives you another pull, a bit less terrifying this time now that you were expecting it. You can't see very well, on account of the murky seawater, but as you blink, your vision begins to brighten and grow more clear. Slowly, you begin to make out just what it is that's pulling you.

At first, it just seems like a mass of tentacles, but it's soon obvious that there's more going on than that. It soon becomes clear that there's a woman in that mess. She's a bit of a curvy specimen, with wide hips and a sizeable rack that was barely contained by a makeshift seashell bra. Her bold, almost incandescently violet eyes seem to beam throughout the shadowy water, illuminating the area enough for you to make out her bright, confident, seductive smirk. Her orangish hair is wild and untamed, tangled with small shells and lengths of seaweed.

"Hello," she says, pulling you to a stop just before her. She's much larger than you, her "human" half a head or two taller than your entire body, and that's not even taking into account the swarm of tentacles that makes up her bottom half. "What brings you around these waters, young one?"

"Are you…" You realize your question is pointless. It has to be her, there's no one else it could possibly be. "You're The Sea Hag…"

"Ugh. So you're from that village after all…" grumbles the Hag. "Should've known. Your people are the only ones who think I want your fish… I would prefer the term 'Witch of Nautica', but you can call me Mistress Adagio."

"Right. Well, Adagio… Could you let me go home? I was sent here to—"

"I am aware of why you were sent here. Your people have been making 'offerings' to me for generations." Adagio rolls her eyes, using one of her tentacles to swipe a rogue strand of hair from her face. "Only when they want something from me…"

"Look, I'm just doing what I was told, and the elders told me to give you a bunch of fish or else you'd kill everyone when we go out to sea," you explain. "So could you just do me a favor and promise not to shipwreck us when we go looking for food?"

"I could… But, since your people insist on this whole 'appeasing the sea hag' nonsense, I'm going to get something more useful than fish out of it." Her gaze narrows on you, grinning widely enough to bare her razor sharp teeth, a facet of her appearance you hadn't previously noticed. "As we've discussed, I'm a sea witch. I've been working on a bit of witchcraft, but I'm missing something…"

"What sort of something?" you ask, though the way Adagio smirks at you makes you regret your question.

"I've already got most of what I need. Soul of the Drowned, pinch of bagged winds, I even managed to get the tear of the cyclops." Adagio lists her strange ingredients, counting them off on her tentacles. "The one thing I can't get a hold… I need the Essence of Man."

"Oh." That's no big deal, as far as you can tell. Why didn't she just open with that? "If you need my essence, then some hair will be fine, right? Just—"

"I need your ejaculate," drones Adagio. You lose the rest of your sentence, much to the witch's amusement. "Just a bit of it will do. If you'll allow me to harvest your essence, I give you my word that your people will have safe passage through my waters for centuries."

This was not what you were expecting when you went searching for The Sea Hag. The elders had assured you that all you needed to do was give her some fish, and then you'd be good to go. They never mentioned her asking you for your cum. Still, your job was to ensure the safety of your village, and if this is what it took to do that, then so be it.

"Alright. You can… Can we use a word other than 'harvest'?" you ask, squirming slightly. "It makes me feel all squicky."

"I imagine you'll find it preferable to the technical term," she says. Her tentacles slither up your body, wrapping around your waist and tugging at your trousers. "Mind if I get started? I'm very excited to see what this spell can do…"

"S-sure…" You decide to give Adagio a hand, pulling your pants down entirely. As soon as your cock is free, Adagio jumps into action, wrapping one of her many tentacles around your shaft. The appendage is firm and strong, yet forgiving, and it feels awesome once it starts stroking you. "I'm gonna regret asking, but… what is the technical term for what you're gonna do?"

"Putting it scientifically? I'm going to tentacle-fuck every last drop of cum out of your body."

Before you can even properly verbalize your "what the fuck", Adagio is on you; she spreads your legs with her tenatacles, another appendage slithering through the water to wrap around your wrists, keeping your arms bound over your head. Now, you're vulnerable, exposed, completely at the Sea Hag's mercy, which seemed to be just how she likes it.

"Do yourself a favor and relax," Adagio warns you, one of her tentacles maneuvering around your back, poking and prodding at your rear. "This can be enjoyable for you, just as long as you relax and don't fight it. Just stay calm and don't move. Understand?" You give a tiny nod, much to Adagio's amusement. "There's a good boy. Here it comes…"

You can feel the slick, warm tentacle slide forward, poking at your hole for a bit before slowly, gently easing itself in. It hurts for a bit going in, but Adagio is moving slowly, giving you plenty of time to acclimate. The tentacle slides in deeper before retreating a bit, and repeating until you're good and ready for more.

"Very good boy," purrs Adagio, quickening her pace. You can feel her tentacle slide deeper and deeper into you. Though it was a bit surprising at first, you find yourself beginning to enjoy yourself. Despite her bold demeanor, Adagio is pretty gentle, and her tentacles are nice and slick so as to slide in easily. You let out a tiny moan, and she rewards you with a few quickened strokes of the tentacle around your cock. "I just adore the sounds you make, absolutely adorable."

"F-fuck…" Adagio's tentacle seems to grow firmer inside of you, thicker, wider. You try to reach down, out of reflex, only for the grasp around your wrists to tighten. Adagio holds you in place, staring at you sternly and reminding you just what you're dealing with. The Sea Hag stops her tentacles, looking a bit miffed, her lips curled into a tiny frown and stilling your heart in your chest.

"You tried to move," says Adagio, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I said you should stay still, did I not?" Slowly, you now. "Good boys listen to their mistress. You want to be a good boy for your mistress, don't you?"

"Mh-hm…" Your face flushes red, your ears burning as Adagio holds you in her grasp. "S-sorry…"

"Hm. I suppose there's no harm…" Adagio zips forward, breathing into your ear as she whispers. "Give me a big load of cum and I'll forgive you."

Another moan leaves you as Adagio absolutely drills you, her tentacle reaching deeper in you than you initially thought possible. Your legs go weaker with every deep thrust, your toes curling as Adagio invades you. You start to tremble, at which point Adagio sends her tentacles back to work; as the appendage in your ass pounds you deeper, the one around your dick goes back to stroking. Another tentacle still reaches up to her bra and pulls it down to free her big, perfect tits. At first, you think she's just giving you something nice to look at, but it soon becomes clear that she had more practical things in mind. A small bottle that had apparently been hiding in one of her chest shells floats a bit before her, and she quickly grabs it up.

"Come on, give your mistress what she wants…" purrs Adagio, uncorking her bottle and bringing the spout to the tip of your dick. "Be a good boy, now, and cum for me!"

You feel your body tense, and Adagio's orders soon become impossible to ignore. You let out a grown as Adagio's tentacle bottoms out inside of you, the strange sensation of something pulsing so deep inside you driving you over the edge. Your cock sputters and erupts, spewing thick ropes of cum directly into Adagio's bottle. She uses her hands to stroke your hair as she relieves you of your "essence".

"Excellent! This is precisely what I needed!" Adagio quickly corks her bottle, securing your cum for her to use in whatever strange magick she had in mind. "You did very well. Such a good boy."

"Th-thanks…" you pant, drained of more than just energy. "So… Can I go home now?"

"Hm? Oh, no, of course not," says Adagio, replacing her bra and stowing her bottle behind her shells. "Your sea breathing spell won't wear off for about two days, and since you're going to need someplace to rest while you're under the sea… You'll be staying with me."

"Will there be more 'harvesting'?" you ask. Adagio laughs, making your heart race. The Sea Hag wraps you up in her tentacles, dragging you along as she swims towards what you assume is her lair.

"Absolutely."