Sebastian sprawls lazily across the couch, and Ominis joins him, nestling his head comfortably in the crook of his boyfriend's shoulder. Feeling an arm around his waist, listening to the stupid, absurdly picky comments about illogicalities and plot holes, he suddenly realizes that he couldn't imagine a better Christmas.

A few weeks later, not a trace remains of the bruises from that monstrous grip. There is no physical evidence that anything happened to Sebastian. And yet, he feels broken from that day on. He can’t stop thinking about what had happened in that ill-fated mansion. How he had been shamefully taken, like a girl. How his entire body had been enclosed, making it impossible to resist. It was disgusting. Unacceptable, dirty, pathetic. And yet, it was also insanely good. Kinktober day 9 - tentacles

"Do not go to the swamps, there's a rusalka there," "Do not go to the swamps, she will drown you" - so say the villagers ever since the village head - Master Gaunt - was found lifeless amidst the dirty, sticky mire.

Ominis Gaunt does his job piously, even though he doesn't like it. But someone has to do it. Besides, it has its advantages.