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Strange Seduction	By : TransientTemptation Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 163157 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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A/N: I am so into this story right now you have NO IDEA. I'm already planning out the next chapter. Don't know why this is forefront in my mind right now or what that says about me but enjoy the spoils of it. And in response to the 'verse I'm using this is slight AU the war still happened and Voldie still died at the end of seven years but if I want a character still alive he/she will probably show up or be mentioned at some point this includes but is not limited to having both Weasley Twins still alive and in one piece. T__T How could you JK?! *is still suffering the loss*

Anyway... enjoy more tentacled goodness...

Harry woke up and cursed some at the sight of his soiled boxers and sheets. It had been like this for the entire week since that bloody heat wave. He would go to bed and would remember that night and he’d wake up to find he’d had an orgasm at some point. He was supposed to be past wet dreams. But then remembering how thick and satisfying those things had been- He shook his head and went to take a shower. A cold shower.

After his shower he stripped his bed and threw the sheets and his boxers in the washer. Again. Once that was done he went to his office and started searching through his books again. He was Harry Potter. He couldn’t just leave what happened alone. He had to find out who or what had done that to him. He wasn’t sure what he’d do once he’d found that out- he needed to know what happened first.

Several hours of searching later and he leaned back with a sigh. It felt like a never-ending search honestly. He was sure Hermione would be able to tell him instantly what it had been but he definitely didn’t want to ask her. For one, he didn’t want to tell anybody what happened even if he was becoming less and less horrified and more and more intrigued by it all. For two, she was on vacation with Ron and he really would rather not bother them. Especially after that whole ‘Ginny incident’ that had left him solidly single and that nobody had quite forgotten about yet.

He closed his eyes some and wracked his brains for every DADA and CoMC class he could remember for anything that could possibly have done what he remembered happening. Nothing was coming to him though. He groaned some in frustration and pushed his glasses up to rub at his eyes. They were burning some with how hard he’d been studying all these books and scrolls. “Bloody stupid tentacle… thing,” I grumbled, more than a little annoyed at how hard it was to just find an answer or two.

Harry dropped his hand and opened his eyes again but froze instantly at the pure black that covered his vision. He straightened some and reached for his wand. He wasn’t blindfolded he knew that. And he could feel his eyes moving. Which mean this was a blinding spell. Suddenly his wand flew from his hand and he heard it clatter off in the distance.

Harry stood up and whipped around, hands clenched tight and trying to find his attacker. He heard something strange that he couldn’t place and suddenly several ropes grabbed his arms and hoisted him high in the air. He struggled a bit before he realized that the ‘ropes’ weren’t really ropes at all. “You! Who are you?”

“You called me a ‘bloody stupid tentacle thing’ if you remember,” a man’s voice said calmly. Harry tried desperately to place the voice but he couldn’t seem to manage it no matter how hard he was wracking his brain. “But for politeness’ sake you can call me ‘Master’,” the man said.

“Like hell!”

The man chuckled some, not seeming surprised. “Alright, I admit, it was far fetched but I couldn’t resist,” he said as the tentacles slowly started sliding under Harry’s clothes.

Harry jerked some and thrashed. “Stop that! Let me go!”

“Are you honestly going to try and tell me you haven’t been dying for me to come back?” Harry stilled some at that. Two tentacles slid down Harry’s pants and suddenly jerked, ripping the fabric off him and making Harry shout some in protest. “I’ve watched you… moaning and writhing for me in your sleep,” the man said huskily. “It’s been very hard resisting you as long as I have…”

“Pervert!” Harry hissed writhing again.

The man made a low thoughtful noise and one tentacle popped the buttons on Harry’s shirt before starting to stroke his bare chest. “I’m not the one that likes something the size of my forearm rammed up my backside…”

Harry bit back the moan. He’d known the tentacle had felt huge but he hadn’t known it was that big. “Like that image do you?” the man asked as the tentacles stripped Harry of his boxers, leaving him in his undone shirt and socks. “Well, don’t worry, you’ll feel it again soon enough.”

Harry cried out a bit in surprise as he was lifted higher in the air and tentacles spread his legs wide. One tentacle started rubbing at his puckered entrance while two others started playing with his nipples and Harry wasn’t quite able to stop the moan. “Stop that…”

“Why stop it when you like it so?” the man asked as a thinner tentacle gently wrapped around Harry’s erection. “I tell you what… I’ll stop if you tell me to stop using my name,” the man said with a bit of a laugh.

Harry groaned. “Bastard…”

“Guess again,” the man said as the tentacle at Harry’s entrance pushed in, secreting a bit of natural lubrication again to make it hurt less. Harry moaned some and pulled that the tentacles holding him in the air.

The tentacle inside of him was soon joined by two others that worked to stretch and loosen him while making him writhe in pleasure from how they teased his prostate. Harry moaned loudly and writhed as his cock started to leak with how full it had become from the teasing.

Harry cried out some as it became too much and he climaxed, leaving him breathless and somewhat shaky in the grips of the tentacles. “Mm, seems you enjoyed that,” the man said, his voice husky. Harry continued to pant as he felt the tentacles leave his backside and the large one press against him.

It just sat there though, putting the slightest pressure to tease him while the other tentacles continued to stroke and caress the rest of his body. Harry groaned, realizing exactly what the man wanted. He had absolutely no intention of giving it to him though. He would not beg to be fucked by this thing.

“Come on then, Potter… admit you like it and stop being so stubborn,” the man said, his voice somewhat strained.

Harry bit his lip, refusing to do so. But the way the thick fleshy tentacle throbbed at his entrance made him moan. He remembered how amazing it had felt far too clearly. Still, he wasn’t going to admit it. He didn’t like it. He didn’t! “God! I liked it!” he blurted before he could manage to bite it back again.

“Very good, no more asking me to stop then?”

Harry groaned and shook his head. He would beat himself for this later right now he was too horny to think straight. Slowly the huge tentacle pushed harder until it had forced its way inside of him. Harry moaned loudly, pulling away some as much as he could from the discomfort.

The man let the tentacle pause so Harry could adjust some before starting to slowly work it deeper with long thrusts. Harry moaned as the thrusts quickly brought his erection back full force. The tentacle kept getting deeper and deeper, rubbing against his prostate every time and making Harry moan and writhe.

It didn’t take Harry long at all to reach his limit and climax again, crying out in pleasure as his whole body seemed to rock with the force of it. The tentacle in him paused until Harry was finished and then started moving again. Suddenly Harry felt something strange inside of him and jerked a bit, not that the tentacle stopped any. “What the hell? What are you doing?” Harry asked breathlessly.

“Just making sure you remember me,” the man said huskily as the tentacle worked deeper inside of Harry until Harry was sure he would burst apart from how deep it was.

Suddenly Harry felt the tentacle grow thicker at his entrance. He moaned as the increase in size worked its way inside of him, stretching him out almost to the point of pain. Harry’s moan turned to a scream as it kept getting thicker and thicker and moving further inside of him. It hurt so much!

The thickness moved down towards the end of the tentacle, getting deeper and deeper inside of Harry as it did. It seemed to last ages and then the tentacle was moving inside of Harry again. He couldn’t help but moan as his prostate was played with again by the smaller tentacles that had somehow snuck back inside of him. Despite the pain of what had happened it didn’t take much effort for the tentacles to bring him over the edge again.

The thick tentacle inside of him trembled a bit and seemed to explode. Harry moaned as the heat from the climax filled him to the point of discomfort. When it finally stopped spilling seed into him it pulled out, letting the excess drip down Harry’s legs and onto the floor.

Gently, Harry was set on the floor where he was still trembling and unsure of what had happened. “W-what are you?” he asked bringing his head up as if he could see instead of seeing nothing but black.

“I’ve left a book on your desk,” the man said, not answering the question. Suddenly Harry felt something soft and warm press against his lips and realized the man was kissing him. “I’ll be back,” he promised before he was suddenly gone.

Slowly, Harry’s vision cleared and he shakily got to his feet, using the nearby desk as support since his legs wouldn’t hold him at all. Not surprising considering what he’d just had rammed up his backside. Harry instantly spotted the book and grabbed it shuddering some at the title: ‘Life Cycle of Incubi.’ Out of it was sticking a piece of paper.

Harry opened the book at that mark and the blood drained out of his face at the title of this chapter: ‘Egg Laying’. The note made it worse. ‘Potter, I trust you can handle this. Rest assured, I will be back.’ Harry closed his eyes and closed the book before looking down.

He was shocked and somewhat horrified by how his bare stomach was now jutting out. He had avoided looking at himself for the very reason that he felt off and now he knew why. An Incubus had laid a giant egg in his stomach!

Harry sat down abruptly, feeling somewhat like passing out in a faint. He managed not to though. He was Harry Potter after all. He didn’t faint. Even when he was- he shook his head furiously. He was not going to say the p-word. NOT. He wasn’t even going to think it. Because he wasn’t. He was a man. And men did not get… p-word. Especially not by having an egg shoved up him and then… he broke off the thought, not at all wanting to go in that direction.

One hand came to rest on his distended abdomen, someone surprised at how firm it felt inside of him. Where the hell was it even sitting? He shook his head again. NOT IMPORTANT. And even if it was he definitely didn’t want to be thinking about it. Shakily, Harry reached out to grab a quill, no longer caring if Hermione was on a delightful little vacation with Ron. He needed help.

He only managed to get her name and the first sentence written before he dropped the quill and buried his face in his hands. Bugger being brave Harry James Potter. This was a legitimate cause for a breakdown.
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