Inky Fingers

From the Diaries of a most extraordinary Squid.

A-many Years Ago, when I was young and charming...or so the human song goes. Actually, while I was young, I doubt that many humans would find a planktonic larva that would one day grow into a fine specimen of Architeuthis dux - Giant Squid in the vernacular - precisely Charming.

Still, a CareMagiMagical Creatures teacher here at Hogwarts did. She saw in me a magical 'spark' akin to that of Wizards and Witches in the human world and brought me to the school, to make my home in the waters of the lake. I have no idea why I should have such a spark and none other of my hatching. I suspect it is not unlike the strange quirk of nature that might have a powerful witch or wizard born into a muggle family, or a squib, utterly devoid of power, born in the oldest wizarding families.

Here in the powerfully magical aura that surrounds Hogwarts, I grew and matured. We squid grow quickly compared to you humans. It was only a few years before I became fully aware that living in the Lake had one major drawback. I was alone. No mate. No friends except those humans who chose to come visit me - which was not the majority of Hogwarts students or staff. I reached that point in my maturity and the frustration became overwhelming!

Apparently it becomes overwhelming for humans, too. One night as I sulked in my lake I realised that there was a rustling coming from beneath the beech tree on its shores. A pair of humans, Ravenclaw Prefects judging by the badges on their robes which had been carefully folded and put to one side.

I watched, mesmerised, as they ran their hands over one another's bodies. It was my first experience of sexual contact, in any species, and it held me transfixed.

They ran their hands over one another, gently at first but rapidly becoming harder, more insistent. He lowered his mouth to her breast and began to suckle there. Her other breast seemed to tighten, the nipple standing up hard as if crying for attention - which is just what he gave it, moving from one breast to the other without missing a beat.

Her hands roamed wildly over his body until they found his erect penis. They grasped and squeezed, pumping it with such ardour I was amazed that she didn't tear it from his body. He groaned with pleasure, lifting his head from her nipple as he did so.

"Please" he whispered. "I can't bear this - don't refuse me again. Please let me come inside you"

"Not yet" she purred. "You haven't got me ready yet". She guided his face further down her body, spreading her legs wider still as she did. His tongue was no less eager, his mouth no less willing and he suckled and probed until she too was writhing and groaning. He crawled up her body, kissing along the length of her belly, her breasts, her neck and her lips as he plunged into her.

They were so engrossed in their pleasures that they did not notice my tentacles creeping, almost without thought, towards them. I caressed their heaving bodies as they coupled under the stars, and when they came so did I, spreading my seed in the pond as if I, too, had been a part of the union.

Spent and panting, they rolled a little apart and lay side by side on the banks of my lake. My arms continued to caress each of them. "That feels SO good" she murmured as I probed gently between her legs. "Please don't stop" he whispered as I curled my tentacle around the root of his penis and gently teased it until, with the resilience of the young, it began to rise again.

"You are absolutely insatiable" they said, together, as their bodies prepared for another round of pleasure. Suddenly she seemed to realise something was not quite what it seemed and opened her eyes.

"Feargal" she whispered, not lifting her gaze from mine. "Fearg, PLEASE open your eyes. It would seem we're not alone here".

"What's wrong, Jenny?" He looked up, saw me and froze. "What on earth...what is it doing to us?" His voice broke slightly on the question. I think I scared him. He certainly didn't seem to find what I was doing exciting mor more.

"I think he wants to join in!" she said. "It could be fun. I'm going in the water"

"Don't be silly! What if he wants you for dinner?"

"I think he's lonely out here all on his own. He wouldn't hurt me, would you?" She slipped into the water and began to run her hands exploringly over my body. It felt - amazingly good. Even better when her companion decided to join us.

And so it was that I had my first Encounter. It set me on a path of sensuality that I have no regrets in following.

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Author's note:

The song in the first line is from HMS Pinafore by Gilbert and Sullivan.

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