Qi'xatl the Tentacle Monster Chapter 1 - Origin

Suddenly, it was.
Or perhaps more accurately, it awoke.
It had memories of some kind. Memories of an endless void. Memories of darkness. Memories of a long existence, but an existence empty of thoughts, an existence with just a faint resemblance of consciousness.
But not anymore.
Now it was suddenly fully aware of itself and its own existence.
And the surroundings had changed. Not the endless dark void anymore. Not the strange, arcane dimension it had existed in until now anymore.
No, this was some other place. Some new place. There were new.. properties.. here, that hadn't existed where it had been before.
There was form here. Shape. Light and warmth.
It itself was different. Before, it had just been. Just a barely aware consciousness. But now it was more than that. It was aware of its surroundings, could somehow make sense of them.
For the first time, it knew that it was.
And it was not alone.
It could feel the presence of another consciousness. Something that wasn't like the static matter surrounding it. Something that moved. Something that emanated heat, clearly visible to its newly acquired senses.
Something that sent out something that made the air vibrate.

It felt a part of itself react to these vibrations, felt as if those vibrations in the air were meaningful.
Somehow it became sure that these vibrations - it decided to call them 'voice' - were responsible for its being where it was now. This consciousness, this creature, must have brought it here, summoned it from the place it was in before to this new place.

But the more it became aware of its surroundings, the more it became aware if itself.
It had form now, but was somehow still shapeless. It felt hardness beneath it, but felt this solidness utterly lacking in itself, in its own body.
So it tried to change its body shape.
And it worked.
A part of it elongated. Got shape. It noticed it could make itself more solid if it wanted.
It was exhilarating.
It learned.
It learned to change its form, its shape, its texture, its softness, even its temperature and its color, although it had not yet words for these.

It grew. It grew bigger and bigger, its shape more and more complicated.
And it dissolved again, only to take on a new form.
It made itself into a sphere. Then it sprouted arms. Then it became a snake.
It was constantly changing its shape, learning about itself and its abilities.

Then it realized that it needed a name.
It existed now, and all existing things must have a name.
It chose Qi'xatl.
It felt good to have a name.
Qi'xatl was happy.

The other presence was happy too.
Qi'xatl could feel the creature's joy. It was still creating vibrations in the air. Talking with its voice.
Qi'xatl began to understand it. The vibrations had shape and patterns, volume and tone. They had meaning.
They were speaking to him.
They had called him. They had summoned him. They had made him be.
The creature they belonged to was its creator. Its god.
Qi'xatl would do everything for it.

It listened to the creature. And it began to understand the air vibrations. The words.
Qi'xatl answered.
It did not know how it knew how to answer, but it did, and it knew the creature would understand it.
Qi'xatl could not make air vibrations like the other creature did, but it could use the arcane energy it was made of to impart his own words into the mind of the creature.
The creature answered his own words.
"Welcome, my new pet", it said.
Qi'xatl was happy.


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Qi'xatl liked its existence.
It had learned much since Lianna had first summoned him from the arcane void, and gave him what could be called life.
It could still return to the arcane void, although formless and thoughtless, but every time Lianna summoned him again, he regained all his memories, his knowledge and abilities.
It liked being in this world, Azeroth as Lianna called it. Here it could think, and move, and change its shape. And be with his mistress.

Lianna was a bloodelf he had learned, one of the living races of this world. And she was skilled in the dark arts. She had spent many years to complete the spell that had summoned Qi'xatl.
She had called it a 'tentacle monster', but it had told her his name, and she had begun using it. That made Qi'xatl proud.

Qi'xatl learned quick.
Lianna had taught it to sprout tentacles from its body, to control their length, thickness, and to make its skin smooth and cool to the touch.
Qi'xatl did not know why she taught him this, since it was also able to take on any other shape, but there was purpose behind everything his mistress did.
It also knew that she had the power to send it back to the void forever, even to hurt it or destroy it. It did not want to go back, or to die. So it obeyed.
But it was more than that. She had created it, so it would do everything to please her.

She taught Qi'xatl to become a master of its tentacles. She taught it to control them, until it was able to sprout strong, long tentacles that could heave the heaviest furniture into the air, but also be so sensible that it could handle the most delicate glassware without breaking it.


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"Qi!"
At the sound of its name, Qi'xatl took on shape.
It had been relaxing, its body looking like nothing more than a thin puddle on the floorboards to an observer.
It grew into a round, ball-like shape that allowed it to move quickly to its mistress.
The sound had come from the cellar, where Lianna's laboratory was situated.
Qi'xatl made its body harder, its round form becoming a ball, and bounced down the stairs. If it had had a mouth, it would have laughed. It enjoyed itself and its abilities.

It rolled through the door of the laboratory. A door which was seldom unlocked.
The walls were covered with cupboards and cabinets that held a myriad of objects, ranging from empty skulls and black candles to vials of demon blood.
Ancient tomes and yellowed scrolls were scattered on tables, next to alchemical experiments and caged animals.
The center of the room was adorned by a large rune circle inked in blood.
Next to it stood Lianna.
"Please, move into the circle", she instructed it, and it obeyed.

"You are now in sufficient control of your shape. The time has come to cast the final part of my spell, to make you complete."
Qi'xatl did not know what she meant, so it asked her telepathically, "Complete?".
She smirked.
"I did not create you just because I can. I have a plan for you, had it all the years since I first considered the possibility to summon void energy and give it the ability to control its own shape. Just like any other things I summon, you are here to serve me. Although you, my dear, will serve me in quite a different way than my demons".
She chuckled.
Then she suddenly began casting, intoning words Qi'xatl did not understand, but could feel were very powerful.

He felt something gripping at him. Something flowing into him. Her words imparted new thoughts into him, new knowledge. One word was in the center of it all: desire.
Qi'xatl learned the meaning of desire. And it began to desire.
At first it was just a strange longing, the longing to do something, but not knowing what.
Then Lianna's arcane words taught him the meaning of pleasure.
And more knowledge was imparted into him: desire fulfilled resulted in pleasure, and pleasure was vitally important.
Then the words taught him how the other living things in this world fulfilled their desires.
There were many desires: desire to eat, to drink, to sleep, to scratch an itch, to gain money or power.
But there was one desire that was somehow more important than the others: sexual desire.

The knowledge flowing into Qi'xatl made him aware of gender, of men and women, of the workings of their sexuality.
Qi'xatl knew now that it must have a gender, just as it had known that it had to have a name. It chose to be a male. It seemed fitting. And the dark magic channeled into him by his mistress somehow seemed to support this decision.
It was a he now.
And he began to lust.
He now knew why Lianna had created him. He had no face, but he smiled.
His creator, her spell finished, grinned.

Looking at her, it was as if he looked at her for the very first time, seeing things he hadn't noticed earlier.
Before, she just had been his mistress. Her body had just been like any body of the living races.
But now, when he looked at her, he knew that she was beautiful.
Her golden hair was flowing from her head to her shoulders, contrasting with the dark blue robe she wore, complimenting her blue eyes.
Her face had the look of nobility so typical in bloodelves, but soft lines lessened the effect that made many of them look arrogant.
Her lips were luscious and her teeth bright.
She was tall and slender, but not without curves. Qi'xatl's attention lingered on the swell of her chest. He felt the desire to see how his mistress' body looked below the clothing.


"The spell is finished, but there is still a lot of learning for you to do. Follow me.", Lianna said and went towards the stairs. Qi'xatl followed her.

The warlock led him to her bedroom.
Standing in front of the bed, she instructed him, "Now undress me. But be careful you don't damage my clothes".
Qi'xatl experienced a new feeling. It was a mixture of excitement and longing, of lust and wanting. This must be what the other races call 'arousal', he thought.
Enlarging his body, he sprouted a number of tentacles.
He moved them along the floor towards his mistress' legs, and then made them grow longer and longer, always upwards, gripping and taking the cloth of her robe and rising it over her head, careful not to rip the cloth or hurt his mistress.
His feeling of arousal intensified when he saw the bloodelf's body, now only clad in her shoes, panties and a bra of black lace.
Her skin was creamy white, looking soft like velvet, goose bumps lining her arms for a few moments.
A flat stomach and long, elegant legs completed her beauty.
Lianna stepped out of her shoes, kicking them to the side, and said, "Continue".

Qi'xatl made two of his tentacles long and thin and moved them around the warlock, until they reached the clasp of her bra, which he undid with the nimble tips of his appendages.
Her bra fell to the ground, releasing her breasts.
He had never seen anything like it, but he was enchanted by their view.
The orbs were neither big nor small, but perfectly perky, adorned with small, pink areolas and small, but stiff, nipples.
Still studying her breasts, he moved his two tentacles to her panty line and, ever so careful, moved the tips beneath the cloth.
Then he pulled them down.
Once more the feeling of arousal intensified tenfold, when he saw the treasure between her legs.
Beautiful pink lips, not a single hair on them, glistened with moisture.

He had the immense urge to move his tentacles over his mistress' body, using their sensitivity to feel her softness and her warmth, to smell her and taste her, all at the same time.
"You may explore my body", Lianna urged him on, her voice throaty, and he knew that she was deriving pleasure from this.
Now it was not only his own urge he wanted to satisfy, but he also wanted to please his mistress, in this new and exciting way.

Sprouting four tentacles, he moved two of them, both very thin, towards Lianna's ears and began touching them, while at the same time using two more to touch the other end of her body, letting them glide around her feet and calves.
A slight shudder ran through the elf, and he let the upper two tentacles slither down her neck and around her shoulders. She was so warm and her skin so soft, the sensation was intense for him. The realization struck him that this was pleasure he was feeling now, and he knew that the touch gave pleasure to her too.

He let his tentacles slither over her arms and her belly, his lower ones moving towards her knees and thighs.
Lianna began to moan, and he used more pressure on his touch.

Letting his lower tentacles massage her thighs, he moved the upper ones to her breasts, encircling the round orbs with his smooth, warm appendages, making the elf gasp.
He elongated the tips, making them very thin, until they were so thin that he could wrap them around her tiny nipples.
She groaned and shivered.
"That is wonderful, keep going", she said, and he did as he was told, rubbing her thighs and breasts, while pinching her nipples. It felt glorious to him too, embracing the warm flesh of the beautiful girl in such a way.

The elf beginning to squirm and moan in his grasp, he sprouted a fifth tentacle and moved it towards the increasingly wet place between her legs.
When he touched her womanly folds, she squealed and began to convulse. With his tentacle he could absorb the smell and taste of the wetness leaving her pussy and suddenly he himself experienced something like he never had before. It was as if his whole body, the center and every tentacle, was burning, bristling with electricity.
It felt strange and new, but incredibly good. Then his tentacles began to twitch, their movements causing Lianna to squeal even more in what he realized must be an orgasm. And he too must be experiencing a climax, he deducted, finding no other explanation for his own uncontrollable movements.
When he suddenly felt and saw white liquid shooting out of the ends of his tentacles he was shocked and quickly redrew them from the elf, who now stood shaking, spurts of white on her breasts and thighs.

After a few moments, his own twitching stopped and the burning feeling was gone.
He telepathically apologized, but Lianna snickered at him.
"Don't worry, that was just some surprise that came with the spell I cast on you to make the experience more.. elflike, I guess."

Qi'xatl relaxed, having feared that he had done something his mistress would dislike.
Looking at the smiling bloodelf, Qi'xatl once again thought it was great to exist.
And he was happy to be a tentacle monster, if this was what tentacle monsters did.