What depths of degeneracy did that come from!? Jesus Christ....

A splash echoed from the water.

Ezio flinched, hoping it wasn't another tentacle.

When nothing new touched him, he looked to the surface and suddenly found to his surprise that the octopus's head was above the water, watching him.

The dark yellow eyes held his own, and through the pain Ezio found himself wondering what it could be thinking.

Its actions seemed cruel, yet its eyes were anything but.

The tentacle inside of him was moving carefully now, stretching him in a less painful way.

Ezio wasn't sure what to make of all this anymore, but he didn't have very long to wonder about it before he was struck with a wave of pleasure as the limb grazed its tip over his prostrate.

He gasped, arching his back a bit.

Dimly, Ezio was aware of the head shifting slightly before the tentacle pushed farther in, caressing that spot in him.

And then he knew nothing but that feeling.

It was pleasure and pain combined in a deep red haze of God only knows what but it felt so good.

The tentacle that had been circling his left nipple had switched to his right, but Ezio wasn't aware of when that had happened.

Maybe sometime before the fourth tentacle had climbed up his other leg and under his pants to wrap its tip delicately around his member.

Ezio screamed again, but this time in pleasure as he bucked against the smooth, wet tentacle.

And all the while, the beast kept thrusting at his prostrate, sending waves of ecstasy with each time it hit.

It thrust harder and faster as Ezio moaned out for more.

He writhed, unable to control himself at all anymore.

It was strange.

When he lay with women, it was always him on top, but here he could hardly even think, let alone take control.

It was exciting, this feeling of being controlled, dominated.

Perhaps… perhaps this situation wasn't as bad as he had initially thought.

He arched his back one last time and shouted out as he climaxed, freezing in that one moment of pure bliss.

But all too soon, it was over, and the tentacles made their way slowly back into the depths of the water.

Ezio blearily opened eyes that he hadn't even realized were shut and caught the octopus's gaze one last time before it slid beneath the surface, and even in his pleasure induced euphoria, he noticed the sadness in its eyes, a deep loneliness that must have accompanied it all its life being trapped here in this tomb, away from company or larger spaces of water in which it could roam much more freely in.

In time, Ezio found the strength to rise from the ground.

He stumbled out of the tomb and back home, not bothering to clean up his disheveled appearance.

He fell onto his bed, and before he drifted into sleep, he found himself promising to return.

Not just to complete the mission he had previously set out to do of sniping Demetri, but to see the octopus again.

He was an assassin, after all.

And maybe in time, he might even be able to do something about those lonely eyes.

Everyday we stay further from God