Xenophon sat in the corner with his harp and tried to look as unobtrusive and small as possible. He plucked a soft melody, his eyes roaming restlessly across the faces of the party guests. Normally he didn't mind crowds, but this group would be intimidating under the best of circumstances.
The banquet hall was an enormous room, the walls covered with rosy coral, which gave the place a soft, light ambiance. King Poseidon sat at the head of the banquet table, his fiery colors obvious even amidst such a vibrant mixture as had gathered that evening. To the king's left, as always, sat his adviser, Galileo. To his right sat the Octopus King, one of the most esteemed guests of tonight's celebration.
Xenophon had been nervous ever since he'd received the king's summons to appear at this little gathering, and since he'd arrived he'd been completely unable to keep his gaze from returning, over and over, to the king. He'd been invited to play for the king several times before, but usually it was at a ball of some kind, with Xenophon tucked away at the far end of the room, and he'd never get a chance to see Poseidon's powerful, beautiful form. This was the first time he'd ever been so close - close enough to see the king's teeth as he threw his head back in laughter at something the Octopus King said.
Xenophon felt a small, completely inappropriate flush of jealousy. The Octopi were like the Tritons, except that instead of the beautiful scaled lower halves of the mer-people, the Octopi had the coarser, less-refined tentacles of their namesakes. But even Xenophon had to admit that, as far as Octopi went, their king was quite handsome; he was well-muscled, dark-skinned, and his head completely hairless. His eyes were dark, too dark to see any definition this far away. He was also very large, towering over the king, who was himself a bit bigger even than Xenophon.
And above all, Xenophon thought bitterly, he was royalty, and thus stood far more of a chance of getting close to Poseidon than Xeno could ever hope for in his entire life. Currently, he was leaning close to Poseidon, murmuring something into his ear. The Octopus King's tentacles were dark, black mostly, but swirled here and there with spots of fiery oranges and reds, as though in imitation of Poseidon's own coloring. The spots were mobile, shifting and popping in and out of existence. Whenever the Octopus King smiled, the spots seemed to glow and ripple, responding to his mood.
There was a small lull in conversation, and Xenophon took that as a cue to start singing softly to his harp accompaniment. He was merely meant to be decoration here, he knew, something pleasing to the ear and pretty to look at; his own silver tail, fins, and hair were something of a rare coloring in these parts, and he had no false modesty about his own beauty.
He kept his music soft, so as not to distract the guests, who, for the most part, seemed to be ignoring him anyway. That was just as well; he wasn't supposed to be attracting the attention of this glittering, hedonistic crowd. He was supposed to be ornamental, to fade into the background. If no one noticed him, he reminded himself almost bitterly, then it meant that he was doing his job.
The song he was singing ended, and he began another song, purely instrumental, to rest his voice. He would have to take a break from playing soon, as well; his fingers were starting to hurt. He found his eyes drifting towards King Poseidon again, and turned to look at him, only to find both Poseidon and the Octopus King staring at him. Startled, Xenophon quickly looked away, his heart speeding, thudding loudly in his ears.
He was barely aware of his own playing as he somehow stumbled to the end of his current song, and he was relieved to notice that most of the guests seemed to be finishing their dessert course; the banquet was almost over. Soon he could go home, and return to his private fantasies of the king, rather than this unnerving reality.
As he rested his hands for a moment, Xenophon became aware of someone approaching him. He looked up to find a somber guard standing next to him, looking down at him. "Come with me," the guard murmured.
Uncertain, Xenophon stood, clutching his harp to him. "But... the banquet's not over yet..."
The guard nodded. "It will be soon. Come with me," he repeated. He began to swim slowly away, and Xenophon had little choice other than to follow.
The corridors he was led down were so winding that Xenophon was not certain he could find he way out again if he had to. Despite his several calls to perform, Xeno was not used to royalty, and the sheer magnitude of the palace always surprised and unnerved him. The sounds of the banquet faded with every twist of the hall, and finally, when the laughing voices had been completely silenced, they came to a door.
The guard opened it, and gestured for Xenophon to enter. Hesitantly, Xenophon poked his head inside. The room was dimly lit with shells full of phosphorescent algae. There was little in it, save a dresser, a desk, and a large bed in the center of the room.
His heart thudding, Xenophon looked up at the guard. "What is this?"
"Wait here," the guard instructed. "King Poseidon will be along momentarily."
Now Xenophon's heart was really racing. "The King?" he breathed. "Really?"
"Please go into the room." The guard's demeanor gave away nothing.
Taking a deep breath, Xenophon entered the room, making his way to the bed in the center and sitting. The guard closed the door behind him. Xeno wasn't sure that the bed was a totally appropriate place for him to be seated, but the only other alternative in the room was the desk chair, and that looked far too official to be tampered with. So instead he sat on the very edge of the bed and waited.
The wait was far longer than the guard had implied, and the sun had long since gone down, the algae the only illumination left in the room, before the door finally opened.
Xenophon hurriedly put his harp on the floor; he'd been strumming it idly to keep himself occupied. Sure enough, as the guard had promised, King Poseidon swam confidently into the room, stopping in front of Xeno.
Xeno's breath caught. This was it. This was the culmination of all his fantasies. For surely, what other reason could there be to have him wait in a room with a bed?
"The Octopus King is my guest," Poseidon said, his voice stiff and abrupt. "You will do whatever he asks of you; I wish for him to be pleased."
The words did not make sense to Xenophon, and he frowned in confusion. It was not until he finally met Poseidon's eyes - cold, unfeeling, disinterested - that the meaning began to seep into him, filling his body with heavy dread.
The king spun around and swam back towards the door. No sooner had his vibrant, fire-colored tail drifted out of sight, than the doorway was darkened again by another figure. The Octopus King ambled into the room, using one of his tentacles to close the door behind him, even as he approached the bed.
Xenophon shrank back, the situation having gone from dream to nightmare in moments. The dark eyes of the Octopus King glinted in the low light, and his dark face was smirking.
"Such a beautiful little one," he murmured, his voice rich and thickly accented. "Would you like to play, Little One?"
A soft whimper escaped Xenophon, as he stifled the urge to scream his denial. King Poseidon had instructed him to stay here. If he ran now, it would reflect badly on the king. He would be found, and punished. Surely, such punishment was far worse than what would be done to him here.
He hoped.
The Octopus King came to a halt before him, his tentacles rising up to touch Xenophon's arms. Xeno shuddered involuntarily, and backed up on the bed without meaning to.
The Octopus King chuckled, following him onto the bed, moving inexorably closer. In the dim light, Xenophon could see the mottled colors of his body shifting, changing, pulsing with the king's desire. His tentacles were not black, after all - this close, Xenophon could see that they were actually a deep purple, and shifted now with sparks of blue and darker, more subtle shades.
Xenophon felt his back hit the wall, and knew he was trapped. Still, the Octopus King came forward, and Xenophon shuddered as the tentacles moved up his tail, wrapping around him and unwrapping, touching him, feeling him. One wrapped around his shoulders and it was all Xeno could do to keep from yelping at the slimy, soft feel of it
The were wrapped around him now, all around, even though the King sat almost idly in front of him, arms crossed over his chest, as though he had no control over the limbs and was merely watching. Xenophon squeezed his eyes shut as he felt one of the slimy tendrils part his scales and feel gently around his anus. He whimpered, forcing himself not to move, not to grab to tentacle and yank it away, as another came up to caress his face.
A faint metallic tang suddenly pervaded the water around them, and Xenophon opened his eyes, only to find that it made no difference. Another chuckle came out of the black depths surrounding him, and Xenophon realized that, in his excitement, the Octopus King must have released his ink, blinding Xeno completely to his surroundings.
Xenophon closed his eyes again, preferring voluntary darkness to the enforced blackness beyond, and was forced, by denial of sight, to feel more acutely the tentacles caressing him, one slipping across his chest, rubbing his nipples, another tangling in his hair, a third sliding across his cheek, the one behind him pushing and teasing against his anus, circling it again and again and finally—oh gods—pressing inside of him, making him yelp, the strange intrusion burningly painful as it wriggled deep into his passage.
A tentacle behind his back and the one circling his head began to push him forward, pulling his face down. Xenophon opened his eyes, forgetting for a moment that he couldn't see anything, and started when something bumped his face. A thick, meaty smell permeated the water, and Xeno felt warm flesh pressing against his cheek, far different from the cold, slimy feel of the tentacles.
Xenophon knew what was expected of him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Humiliation burned inside him, flushing his face. The tentacle pentrating him gave a swift, pointed jab, making him whimper, but still he did not open his mouth.
Finally, the two tentacles that had pulled him down slithered back to his face, found the corners of his lips, and began to pry his mouth open. Xenophon resisted, couldn't help himself, but the prehensile limbs were surprisingly strong, and overcame him without difficulty.
Xenophon felt gall burning in his throat as the Octopus King slid his penis inside the warm cavern exposed by his tentacles. As Xenophon's mouth closed over the salty flesh, the Octopus King's body spasmed, and the tentacle buried in Xeno's anus jolted, pressing itself further inside.
"Suck," commanded the Octopus King. His voice was no longer amused, but harsh and dangerous. Xeno felt tears pricking his eyes, but did as he was told. The tentacles that had held his mouth open for the Octopus King to enter returned to the back of Xenophon's head and helped the process along, forcing his head down onto the length until Xeno was choking, then letting him up just enough to catch his breath before impaling him once more.
The slide of the Octopus King's penis in and out of his throat was not enough to distract Xenophon from the tentacle penetrating him; it had delved what felt like at least a foot inside him, and was now wriggling, churning his insides, thrusting at each spasm of pleasure given by Xeno's mouth.
The other tentacles were still caressing his body, crawling over his naked flesh, feeling his buttocks, playing with his nipples, running up and down his inner thighs. Xenophon could barely catch one sensation before he was distracted by another. The only two constants were at the points of his penetration, the thick, oversized flesh in his mouth, and the burning pain where he was filled.
The tentacles controlling his head were speeding up, thrusting him faster and faster onto the Octopus King's cock. Xenophon made a vague noise of protest, but the vibration of his throat seemed only to spur the Octopus King on and, several thrusts later Xenophon felt a hot, bitter taste fill his mouth as the Octopus King came.
The tentacles held his head still for a moment longer, as the Octopus King's penis softened in his mouth, and Xenophon comforted himself, past his burning shame, that at least it was over now.
But the tentacles continued to hold him even when, after a few moments, he tried to pull back. Xenophon made a greater effort, trying to sit up, but the tentacles held him down. The one still buried in his anus thrust forward in warning. Xenophon made another inarticulate protest noise.
Then, to his horror, Xenophon felt the Octopus King's penis press against the back of his tongue as the king began to grow hard once more. Xenophon struggled, trying to pull away, but the tentacles held him firm, and once more began the steady pulse of pushing his head up and down, up and down.
Xenophon knew he was crying. He felt helpless, completely out of control, with nothing to do but lie and wait for the Octopus King to finish. For a moment he felt nothing but despair and then—panic!—as he felt a second tentacle probe at his already-filled anus.
He began to squirm once more, trying desperately to wriggle out of the tentacles' grasp, but it was no use. The second tentacle was far more deliberate than the first had been, and pushed steadily inside him without preamble. Xenophon groaned as it stretched him; though the first had burned at the point of entry, now the size of the combined limbs had actually become uncomfortable, and he felt painfully stretched open, filled past the point of reason.
The Octopus King had finally grown fully hard again and, to Xenophon's surprise, he felt the grip of the tentacles on his head loosen. Seizing his chance, Xenophon yanked his head back, drawing the king's cock from his throat so fast that he choked. While he was coughing, Xenophon felt the tentacles wrap around his midsection and lift him, spinning him around to face the other direction.
The tentacles in his anus abruptly pulled towards opposite sides, spreading his asshole wide, and Xenophon had a moment of incomprehension before the Octopus King's penis pried him further open and thrust inside.
If the width of the two tentacles had been painful, their width plus that of the king's cock was unbearable. Xenophon screamed in pain, wailing piteously until one of the tentacles shoved itself down his throat to silence him. It remained there, a thick, humiliating gag, as the king began to pound Xenophon's ass.
Xenophon choked several times on his gag as he tried to swallow, feeling like his penetration was so deep that the tentacle in his mouth and the two in his ass would meet somewhere inside him, stringing him like a pearl on a necklace. He felt like he was swallowing back the king's cock, that when the king came, he would come so deep it would leak out of Xeno's mouth.
It didn't. The king's thrusts were harsh and brutal, taking far longer than Xenophon would have liked, and when he finally came it was thick and hot, but stayed inside him. Xenophon sobbed around his gag, as the Octopus King drew out of him, the tentacles still pulling his anus open. Xenophon tried to count them in his mind, to distract himself from the pain. Two in his ass, one in his mouth, plus the two encircling his arms and holding him down was five. One more still pressing down on his back, the end toying with his hair was six. The seventh one was beneath him, still caressing his nipples, occasionally tweaking them uncomfortably. And the last one...!
The last one was also pushing into his anus, to replace the penis that had been withdrawn, and Xenophon squirmed at the return of the pain, though it had dulled now to a softly burning ache. The appendage wriggled deep into him, to the depth of the other two, before it stopped. The tentacle that Xenophon could see through the finally dissipating ink, the one stuffed into his mouth, thrilled a bit in color, the surface dancing with blue jolts of pleasure.
And then—ah!—more pain, as the Octopus King's once-again hard member speared his anus once more beside now three tentacles. How long could the king possibly last? Xenophon wondered in panic. The Octopus King showed no signs of slowing, thrusting anew as though he could easily keep it up all night.
Xenophon squeezed his eyes shut once more on a particularly brutal thrust, wishing he could as easily block out the pain of his over-stuffed ass, and waited vainly for dawn.