Mythic Tentacle – The Skull of the Deep

Category: Living deep-sea relic / remains of an unknown tentacled entity
Danger Level: High
Origin: Unknown
Habitat: Deep-sea trenches, underwater caves and deserted stretches of coastline after powerful storms

The Call of the Deep

Guest story – written by a Fantasy Dragon fan
The original story was written in Hungarian. This version is a translation of the original text.

Darkness covers the clear sky. Only the light of the Moon breaks through it – along with a soft, humming melody, as though someone were singing.

I do not hear it with my ears. I feel it running along my spine. The gentle, vibrating song draws me toward the shore. Anyone might think it is nothing more than the sound of the sea, yet something awakens inside me, a desire that immediately clashes with instinct and reason. Like the waves themselves, forbidden curiosity rises and churns within me.

It will not leave me alone.

My footsteps remain behind in the sand as I surrender to the temptation – and with every step forward, those footprints seem to disappear further into the past.

The sound grows stronger, and slowly I begin to lose my reason. I sink to my knees in the soft sand and continue toward the melody.

A skull is the source of the sound.

Its surface is covered with grains of sand and cracks.

A single touch. Nothing more.

And the world seems to disappear.

Tentacles burst from the skull, coil around my arms and legs, and pull me into the depths. By the time I understand what is happening, it is already too late to turn back.

Yet the darkness that swallows me does not bring the cold of death. Instead, it becomes something entirely different – a desire I had buried deep within myself.

Fear still pulses through me, but something else awakens beside it. The curiosity that brought me this far slowly grows stronger. I allow the deep to carry me away.

The sea is no longer the only thing embracing me.

The tentacles coil around my body as well.

Their touch is gentle yet firm; I can feel every suction cup against my skin. At first, they only glide across me, slowly and sensually, while my body grows warmer.

It must be magic. There can be no other explanation.

Perhaps only the mind can deny us the greatest pleasure, but by then I have long since left reality behind. Every part of me vibrates as I surrender completely to the sensation flowing through and around me.

Motionless in the embrace of the tentacles, I experience every wave of pleasure, slowly becoming one with the commanding power of the sea and the mysterious darkness hidden within it.

The warm rays of the rising Sun wake me.

I am lying on the shore while the water gently brushes against me.

I do not know whether it was a dream or reality.

But the mark is still there on my thigh.

Who knows?

Perhaps the secret of the deep is already calling another unsuspecting soul, wandering too far simply because curiosity drew them closer.