The Secret Beneath Engelsburg by Weoulf Dietrich

Author:Weoulf Dietrich
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: anal sex, gay romance, dubious consent, gay relationships, tentacle sex, blowjobs, explicit gay sex, monster sex, eldritch erotica, lovecraftian erotica

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I was standing in knee-deep water - I could feel the cold slate of waves gently nudging at my bare knees. Like always, it was oppressively black and there was movement flickering in my peripherals.

When I turned my head however, there was nothing.

Another dream, then.

Simon.

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When I blinked the sleep from my eyes, I did not recognise my surroundings.

There was a lamp in my left hand and I was barefoot.

I was also alone - no Asce and certainly no bed. Asce, I knew, had left the room before I fell into what was supposed to be a short nap. We were both tired, but he had volunteered to walk and see if the cafeteria would let him bring back dinner. If not, then we would walk down to Wakefield's together.

We had bathed briefly, with Asce between my legs and my hand on his erection. He had been tense, stressed with an upcoming exam, and he was desperate for touch and release. Then he had ridden me in the tub, hard and fast, until our climax peaked in blinding white. I could still see his damp hair plastered over his eyes and the way our breath steamed between us. Asce's thighs were as soft as cream beneath my hands and I remember whispering his name like a prayer.

The corridor, I could see when I raised the lantern to my face, was stone. Old stone covered in moss and slick with some strange substance. It seemed to shimmer the closer I held the light against it. Aside from these two things, the walls were unadorned. There were no old paintings as there were in the main university building's hallways. No lamps, no windows, no mirrors or flags. I reached out a hand to touch the slimy surface of the stone and shivered. It was as hot as blood and stuck to my skin like a spider-web.

I could not see what lay ahead of me nor could I tell what was behind me. The lantern, though shining strongly, still seemed dull in the dark, dank air of the corridor. Light was not welcome here.

And there was something else. I could hear it: a high-pitched chittering sound, like rats or insects just beyond, scrapping and scurrying over the stone walls and floor. I imagined that they too were covered in the same slick film of slime and shuddered violently at the thought. It was time to leave. Surely nothing good could have resulted in my person staying there any longer.

There was one dilemma, however.

I could not remember the direction of the exit.

I bit my lip, hopeful that the pain would help to clear my mind. A slow buzz had begun at the back of it and I feared that the onslaught of a migraine here would leave me stranded without anyone knowing where I was. For the life of me, I could not remember if the direction I had been facing lead deeper into wherever this place was or if I was heading back out. A wrong choice here had unpredictable, and most likely undesirable, consequences.

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