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The Enchanted LakeHouse (Part 6: The Deaf Boy)Chapter 6:Summer drew on for the house at the edge of the Forest; outside its walls,everything green grew into its own fullness. Ponds swelled with springrunoff and warmed in the sun, grasses reached high and turned in the hotbreezes like tides of the ocean. The six boys spent their days exploringand playing games and lazing, each to his own manner.The creatures of that same enchanted place continued their nightly visits,driven by whatever hungers propelled them, and the boys in their pitchless,ensorcelled slumbers continued to feed them. The caretaker of the house waspresent again this dark eve when the creatures lowered themselves throughthe windows and took their places beside each of the boys. The feral ladwas nearest, and the man stood silent as one of them approached.Through the warm long days of summer, the feral boy’s hair was longer yet,still manicured in its savage style, the wide mohawk spiked some days withhoney to make it stand straight, other days allowed to flop over one sidelike the mane of some b**st. Skittery and bouncing on the balls of hisfeet, he would skirt through the meadows, playing tag with the other boyswho would swat him companionably away. He would smile, maybe yip, leapbeyond their reach, mineral eyes glinting, bound away, a deer bolting.Only with the deaf boy was he truly approachable, one a shelter perhaps forthe other.Dangling skinny-limbed off the branch of a tree, shirtless and adorned withgreased ink stripes across his face or down an arm, he would consent to bepainted by the deaf boy, who smiled and blushed at the red-haired oeuvred’art even when he knew the boy could see him. The feral would turn hisface into the sun, the light would catch his strawberry hair and ignite itso that seen from afar he appeared a pale twig against the tossing greensof the tree, hair aflame – a matchstick, lit and fierce. The deaf boysigned a name at him: Firehead.Here now he slept, all signs of daytime energy quieted but for the rise andfall of his stomach as he breathed. The man watched as the creature lowereditself with the precision of a spider working down a line of web. Motionspracticed and repeated on these teens and others before them, the feral’sloin covering lifted away, his soft boyhood steadied with sprig-likefingers and drawn inside a dewy proboscis. He inhaled once, deeply, as thefixed mouth tightened around his lengthening penis. Fingertips as delicateas any legged insect cradled the heavy pink sac that drooped between hislegs, the downy hair covering each globe glittered in the moonlight. Hisbody gradually tensed, his penis was soon completely stiff, the boy’ssignature bulbed crown plumped inside. This creature didn’t care forpatiently milking as the others would before; this was a feeding borne offamishment, ravenous and urgent. The teen slept profoundly and still;inside the creature’s tube his penis jumped and steadied. The boy’s breathsbecame shorter, his eyes made to squinch, over his lower belly, his penistensed like a wire; he burst inside, as they all did. The great proboscisfilled with the gouts of release – the creature not slurping thepearlescent fluid away – holding it, savoring it? Who couldtell. Through the clot of it that collected and glutted the tube, the lastrapid spouts came, the boy sucking breath through his teeth before theend. The succubus gulped and held the penis in its tubular mouth until ithad long gone soft.The caretaker’s gaze shifted to the corner of the atticand the bed beyond, its occupant and visitor blanketed in shadow. The boythere was fifteen and had lived at the house for two years; lived, but notquite lived. He was often aloof and quiet, an observer of the house and itsgoings on, a reticent watcher of the boys and their world; attempts to coaxhim to conversation or play produced feeble results.His face was open though, halkalı escort with sharp cheeks and freckles that diminishedmore with each passing season. His brown hair was grown into an unrulythatch, the ends of which curled over his brow and concealed his ears. Hiseyes were intense and gleaming. Soil-colored counterweights to hiswithdrawn nature. In sleep, he lay inert and immovable, oblivious seemingto the stimulations visited upon him during feedings. Only by observing theaccelerated rise and fall of his belly and the head of his penis as itblushed and swelled inside the feeder could one guess that milkings were tobe successful at all. There was never any preamble to orgasm, no precedingquickening of breath or tensing muscles – ejaculation occurred silently,the boy unable to contain himself, his penis pouring milk like water tossedfrom a bucket. Still, he was sucked and drained like all the boys, everydribble of semen relished.For all the boys, the creatures and theirappointments always frenzied something in their bodies even while keepingtheir sleeping minds still– they sighed and stretched limbs, grunted andflexed stomachs, huffed and scrunched brows. Their consciousness layplunged in sleep deep as any gorge; their bodies exploded. One or two mightsqueak during climax – a strangely a****l sound, a suggestion ofvulnerability and power unleashed. The creatures fed intently, drawingtheir sustenance from each boy in snowy-colored spits or drizzles.Across the aisle from the feral boy, the deaf lad huffed. His succubiadjusted its mouth; projected out over the boy’s abdomen his penis was aquilled spike, hardened as granite, a pale extension of his body heldclenched by both the magical creature and the very human responses ateenage boy has to intense pleasure.The proboscis tightened, twisted in an undulating corkscrew – the boypanted. The creature tasted the first dribs of pre-cum and knew its mealwas near. It arranged muscles in its feeding appendage to prepare. Inside,the penis reddened, the head began to flare. His ballsac drew closer, hisorgasm closer yet. The boy’s exhalations came punctuated with grunts andmono-syllable chuffs. He was breathing exclusively through his mouth now,his stomach tensing and collapsing. Awake, he was mute; asleep andaroused, he spoke in primitive moans until his climax.The creature’s prehensile feeding tube squeezed and released, sentvibrations and twirls down the shaft then back up, corkscrewing over thehead. The deaf boy froze, limbs stretched across bed sheets, his erectionflexed and a single long jet of cum fired from the tip in a stream – aweaker flow of cream pushed forth, not far — the boy grunted, anothergenerous rope, very white, blasted out like a freshly tapped reserve. Theboy settled back, released of pressure, his penis leaking into thevacuuming tube.Across the way, the small mousy teen lay rigid atop his mattress, everythin muscle in his lanky-limbed body coiled – a spring about tofire. The drawn out days of summer had heralded a separate but no lessdramatic growth in the boy – his feet were the first to hint at hisanticipative height and shortly after, his legs sported an impressivelengthening that by mid-summer had added three inches of tallness to thelad. He was still barely muscled, his chest and stomach were their samepale hardness like bone and what little fat he might have been hiding hadbeen burned up in growing, but he was left less diminutive despite hiscontinued scrawniness. Between his legs, downy patches of dark hair, stillfur-like in appearance at his age, crowned a thickening penis and brimmingpink sack. His penis still retained its propensity for staggering firmness;even now seeming to the caretaker to be piercing the straw-like mouth ofthe attendant creature sucking over it. As the deaf boy taksim escort grunted through hisejaculation, the mousy boy could almost be thought to be choreographing hisown orgasm for at nearly the same instant one finished, the otherbegan. The boy’s feet turned inward slightly and he inhaled through hislips — thin spouts of cloudy milk fired into the succubi’s mouth, fourwith a finish of watery dribbles – he was a growing teen this summer andproducing more boy’s milk along with it.The stillness of the room where before could only be heard the hushedrespirations of boys’ slumber had given way to the spirited sounds of youngmale arousal and stimulation. The creatures shifted to accommodateshuddering erections or spasming bellies, the graceful re-positioning oftheir limbs rustled like blown leaves in autumn.The string-bean youth with the raven colored hair still retained hisdistinction as tallest of the boys although this was likely the last summerhe was to do so. His body still looked more boy than man, all ganglylegged and sharp boned, feet like jointed flippers and hands whose longknuckled fingers extending like sprigs on a tree. He had taken to sleepingnude beneath his single summer bedsheet and as that gossamer covering hadalready been peeled away, the boy lay sprawled and displayed in full beforeman and creature alike.The succubi had not yet begun preparing the teenager so for severalmoments, the man could merely observe the lad as he slept. Ribs and wirymuscled clefts gave his sides a cabled look, his stomach was so lean thisseason as to appear almost concave until one noted the tightly cobbledmuscles arranged down the length. His belly button was flush with the rest,merely a dimple. Far below were the curled clips of pubic hair that formeda brow over his genitals; a pale soft penis flopped over peach-fuzz coveredballs. In a boy still looking to grow into his body, his sex organs had wonthat race months ago. While still matching the pale fairness of the rest ofhim, they appeared to have come from a similar but somehow larger boyaltogether.The creature positioned itself over the boy, its arms straddled theteenager’s sides, closely holding its place; its protruding snout graspedthe head of the boy’s still slack penis in its aperture and worked its waydown the shaft until it had swallowed the organ whole. His penis was pulledstraight over the abdomen and inside, the powerful business of arousalbegan. The succubi worked its proboscis like a jellyfish propelling throughwater – it formed a tunnel of muscled tissue extending the length of theshaft with a ringed bell over the head. Initial activity worked to pull theorgan, tugging and holding to coax it ever longer, or stroking it frominside through curious and inscrutable motions. In time, the deeplyu*********s boy’s penis hardened and swelled, lengthening tremendously tilthe tip seemed dotted from above by the naval. By opening and closing thebell and tightening the muscled jelly of its protrusive mouth, the succubicould contract and slide its feeder tube over the entirety of the erection,all while the apertured ring remained gripped at the very base of theshaft. The creature’s extensible mouth had radial symmetry, allowingstimulation to be focused around the circumference, creating sensations ofspinning, twisting, or licking. It was no accident that the sleep-entrancedboys reacted as powerfully as they did during these feedings.And so it was that after several minutes of practiced manipulation, theboy’s stomach was heaving even while the rest of him lay clenched; hispenis the firmest yet, angled out and above, so stiff that flexesregistered only as pulses along the urethal duct. The boy began huffingthrough his mouth like a long distance runner, his buttocks tightening andreleasing, his pelvis slowly rocking. The teenager’s balls contractedalmost şişli escort imperceptively. He suddenly locked, breath and body alike, themuscles in his thighs shivering like a tuning fork.They came as regular and swift as any arrow from a bow, stripes of creamfiring like some artery had been cut. Fluttering beneath their eyelids, thecaretaker could tell the teen’s eyes were rolling. The boy slowly relaxedas the creature gulped down a tube full of cum. Through the sounds of boyspanting, the man had missed the blonde boy being milked. He rose and walkedover near the bed where two creatures now attended the lad. All of thecreatures were unnaturally thin, spindly almost, but the two besetting theblonde teen were leaner still, appearing emaciated. The man did not recallever seeing the like here before. Already something peculiar hadoccurred. The boy’s breathing was settling; in the moonlight, his torsoglistened. Peering closer, the man saw ropes of semen spun out in chalkystrings over belly and chest with each creature carefully suctioning theprecious fluid from the teen’s smooth skin. The boy’s slackening erectiontwitched and a fresh drib of cream appeared at the tip — one of thesuccubi gently lapped the head with its feeder and sipped it away. Thecreatures had induced orgasm outside of their proboscis mouths, made theboy shoot his ejaculation over his body which they then cleanedmeticulously, sharing the bounty. When they had finished washing everyshimmering trail and spatter of milk from the boy’s skin, the creaturesrose from their crouches and scanned the room hungrily.The others had commenced their feeding and were clearly preparing toleave. The boys had been dressed and re-covered in preparation. Thestarved-looking creatures hesitated, chittered softly to each other, butleft with the others. The man retired for the night, swung the attic doorshut behind him and returned to his bedchamber. Sometime later in thesilent gloom he awoke with a start, recalling that he hadn’t retrieved hisrecompense from the front stoop and making his way toward the door, heard amuffled thump from the floor above – what sounded too like amoan. Curious, he hurried back to the attic.The boys lay asleep and bewitched, their sheets and loin-coverings removed,two still panting. Attached to the stiffened penis of the deaf boy, oneskeletal succubi slurped a final glob of cloudy fluid up its proboscis andinto its guzzling maw. Its equally ravenous companion strode from thebedside of the firehaired feral teen and settled next to another nakedboy. The two half-starved succubi had returned to complete their feed.The man did not know what to make of this. It seemed dangerous, someprotocol in their arrangement was being broken but the man could notpinpoint precisely what. Once finished with the deaf boy, the creaturestrode purposely toward the man and carefully, but with a strength whichwas nonetheless unnerving for all its poise, pushed the caretaker backtowards the door. Its intention was clear. The succubi tilted its head andpeered at the man with its glossy ink-colored eyes, and slowly closed thedoor between them. The man stood flummoxed and with considerable unease,retreated to his room for the remainder of the night. He got little sleep,listening instead to the infrequent shuffles, grunts and squeaks issuingfrom the space above; proof of the creatures’ persistence this long night.Nearing sunrise, the man approached the attic again only to be greeted atthe door as he approached by one of the creatures. It produced a large bagof coins which it pressed into the man’s palm, bowed its head and turned toleave for a second time that night. The man observed clearly the creature’sprofile in the dim light and the modest distension of the supernaturalb**st’s stomach. In the room beyond, the boys slept disheveled from theirtrials, some still with moist brows and lank hair falling across theireyes.The man knew enough to be troubled: the old arrangement ensured thatfeedings would not perilously deplete the boys; he hoped this would be anaberration, a singular event borne from desperate hunger and not to berepeated. The man could only wait to see if his concerns were unfounded.TO BE CONTINUED…?

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