A/N: In my fervour to write Honkai Star Rail and Blue Archive smut, I'd forgotten that there was plenty of lewdable characters in Arknights as well. I'll have to set about fixing that~

That said, do enjoy this four-partner~ Next chapter will be... sometime~

Do enjoy~

Abyssal Dreams

Chapter 1: Specter's Dream

Laurentina was used to dreaming.

In fact she had dreams almost on the daily. Sometimes they were as nonsensical as one might expect – she was in a field of flowers that led to a valley of dragons and for some reason she needed to fend off a group of hunters not with violence but a simple 'no that's mean', leading to her having dinner at one of their homes and finding out they used dragon skin to make coats for their dogs, et cetera.

Other times, however, her dreams were much more surreal. Mostly they tied back to Iberia and her time there, willingly or not. From the experiments conducted upon her to fending off the Seaborn, they were often closer to altered memories than true dreams. The key difference from a true memory was that she could never escape the boundaries of it – she could never wander, lest she suddenly wake up. Nor could she look at too bright a light or be too active. She would always have to remain calm and whimsical to retain her lucidity, lest any sort of excitement propel her back to the waking world.

Thus, with all that in mind, when Laurentina found herself underwater she wasn't terribly surprised.

The Ægir breathed in slowly, having no trouble doing so under the water and just taking the chance to appreciate the feeling of being submerged. In contrast to most other races that would having varying levels of difficulty, she had none – a simple kick of her heels sending her soaring up towards the moon's surface. She could see its gloom reflecting on the surface of the water, so perfectly white with a silver tint, the waves and currents making its image wobble and distort to her gaze.

Alas, no matter how many times she kicked her legs she didn't get any closer to reaching the sky. It was like it was perpetually out of reach – or maybe she wasn't moving at all? Strange, she mused, as she knew well what the night sky looked like, so why couldn't she dream of it? Then again dreams such as hers were often like this, the obvious hidden from her for reasons unknown. She still remembered dreaming of an ice cream shop where the ice cream always disappeared when she touched it, refusing to let her even feel the cold treat, let alone taste it.

A shame. They had banana-flavoured ice cream, she wanted to know what that tasted like.

Sighing Laurentina let go of her misgivings and miseries, meagre as they were. She spread her arms out and floated ambiently not unlike a jellyfish, her ruby eyes closing as she just let the gentle currents pull her about. Would they lead somewhere, she wondered, or was it all just a trick of the dream? Was she even moving at all?

So busy entertaining her thoughts the Ægir remained oblivious to the motion below her – dark, slithering tendrils arising from the deep. They moved with the current to hide themselves, arising in a wave towards the floating woman, her curvaceous form clad in naught but a pair of black sleeping shorts and a matching tank top, the material not getting wet despite being deep underwater. It did, however, flutter with the current, her shorts granting a temptuous peek further up her thighs whilst her top provided glimpses of her ample bust.

Not that the tentacles needed much enticement in the first place, their motions hastening as they drew near – enough that Laurentina stirred from her serene state, the unusual motions around her invoking her curiosity. But by then, it was too late.

''Mn-?!'' A startled grunt escaped Laurentina as two tendrils suddenly wrapped around her thighs, stealing her movement. ''What is-!''

Looking down provided the answers she sought; surprise lighting up the Ægir's face as she found numerous dark blue, near-black tentacles arising from the depths. A shiver danced up her spine and the corners of her mouth twitched, bloodlust a familiar companion – but weaponless she was much less equipped to deal with them, and alas she wasn't able to magically summon one, even in her own dreams.

Not that it stopped her from grabbing one and ripping it apart – or so she tried, her grin waning as she found them almost like rubber; resisting her strength. Or maybe her strength was simply lesser in the dream? She knew not and alas didn't get the chance to experiment before two more tendrils lunged up at her from behind, winding their ways around her biceps and tightening sharply; immobilising her in place.

''Hnf...!'' The Ægir still struggled though, her heartbeat hastening – refusing to admit to herself that this was and odd turn for a dream, even hers.

And she certainly had no memories of being bound by Seaborn tentacles.

In the blink of an eye another tentacle was touching her leg before it slid further up it, sending a shiver dancing up Laurentina's spine as it almost caressed her inner-thigh, working its way further and further up – until it disappeared under her shorts. Still she could feel rubbery tentacle against her flesh, its cold length seemingly moving with purpose. A purpose realised as it poked out the top of her shorts, tickling her tummy – and ripped her shorts off.

Laurentina did not give into embarrassment, but a tint of pink did colour her cheeks as her nether regions were exposed. Still she overcame such fleeting flusterment with ease, a little grunt escaping the Ægir as she attempted to wrestle her arms free, but despite their rubbery lengths they weren't easy to slip out of – not helped by their tight, unyielding grip on her arms, keeping the limbs out to the sides. Something that aided the Seaborn menace as the same tentacle from before went up her top and between her breasts, almost pressing itself into her breastbone for a second, like a child nuzzling itself in her bosom.

Before it jerked back, the thin material of her tank top easily ripped asunder by the tendril, leaving her floating naked in the middle of the imaginary ocean.

''Tsk.'' Laurentina clicked her tongue, glaring displeasedly at the tentacle. ''So you have undressed me. Do you plan to consume me next? Is that the story of this dream?''

The tentacle naturally didn't reply. It did, however, lower itself down – and a shiver danced across her skin as it went between her legs. Something about its position coupled with its rather phallic tip made her insides twist, her breathing starting to pick up as the tentacle traced a line down her groin and pressed itself against her womanhood, its intent becoming clear. Doubly so as the bulbous, penis-like tip ran up-and-down her sex, caressing her almost.

''You can't be- hng!''

And then it was inside of her. There was no warning, no sudden lunge, but instead a slow push forth into her womanhood. Laurentina gritted her teeth but couldn't hope to hold back her groan as the tendril pushed itself into her, parting her insides and squirming its way deeper into her body. It was invasive, foreign, alien almost, the breath pushed out of her lungs as the tentacle penetrated her so deeply, ceasing only when its bulbous tip pressed against her cervix and nuzzled the gates to her womb.

Before pulling back, and thrusting back in. A shudder shook through the Ægir woman and she groaned, her thighs tensing but unable to move more than an inch when bound by tentacles, leaving her helpless as it began to pump into her at its leisure, seeming even to explore her insides as it did so; caressing and stroking her insides enough to almost feel good. A feeling she rejected with open disgust, grunting as another two tentacles slithered up her waist and curled themselves around her breasts, squishing her chest uncomfortably.

A fourth tendril though came upon her, rising from the deep below. She glared at it but it seemed unbothered by her hostility, brushing against her lips, but she kept her teeth clenched, refusing it another hole to use. That, however, didn't deter it.

She realised why as another two tentacles, each with a bud-like head, approached her chest – soon unfolding to reveal mouths containing dozens if not hundreds of tiny tentacles. Tentacles that were put to work a mere moment later as they both latched onto her nipples; assaulting her with the ticklish, pleasurable stimulation.

Laurentina realised her mistake the moment she gasped – and then the tentacle was in her mouth. She bit down but it did nothing to stop it, the skin of the tendril too thick, and she could only grunt and groan as it began to fuck its way into her mouth. It hit the back of her throat but she restrained her gag reflex easily, however if anything that just encouraged the tentacle; its thrusts becoming more vigorous and excited, forcing a muffled groan out of her.

The tendril between her legs was hard at work too; plunging itself up into her depths with enough vigour to make her spasm, her insides tensing but doing little to restrain the tendril. On the contrary it just hastened its motions, eagerly violating her insides as she groaned, her body feeling sinfully hot as the tentacles forced themselves upon her, invading her depths and reaching parts no land-walker ever would.

Yet despite her feeble resistance, despite her struggles, Laurentina could not deny the pleasure.

The stirring tendril in her pussy, the tentacles squeezing her tits and stimulating her nipples, and the one in her mouth that left her throat tight – it was all such a clusterfuck of sensations it left her light-headed, groans spilling out of the curvaceous Ægir as she was violated. In a dream of all places at that. With what little mobility she had she tried to grab at the tentacles to no avail, unable to even squish them between her fingers as her holes were stuffed, the one between her legs moving with greater and greater excitement-!

Before it slammed in suddenly, pressing itself firmly against her cervix. She looked down just in time to see a noticeable bulge travel up the length of the tentacle towards her, the dots connecting in her mind just as the bulge reached her nether lips. She gasped involuntarily as it pushed inside of her, stretching her insides apart to fit inside of her – and then a deluge of fluid gushed into her, sticky and cold as it splattered across her insides. Was this the Seaborn equivalent of semen? If so, it felt remarkably unpleasant.

Not that it stopped another two bulges of cum from entering Laurentina, forcing a groan out of the woman as her insides were stretched to accommodate them – much of the fluid soon leaking out of her, off-white in colouration.

''Haagh...'' Laurentina exhaled as the tentacle withdrew from her mouth and pussy. ''Is this your ploy? To impregnate me? How barbaric, even for a filthy Seaborn.''

The tentacles, naturally, didn't reply with words – but they most certainly did with actions. A fact Laurentina learned as several more tentacles slithered out of the darkness below and tickled up her legs, their creeping touch making her lips purse. Her struggles resumed to no avail but she held onto the small hope that it would wake her up, that she would return to the waking world... but she didn't.

Not a second later two tentacles grazed up her wet sex, pushing against her core – and Laurentina groaned as not one but both tentacles forced themselves into her pussy. While their rubbery skin made them squish a bit that didn't detract from the fact having two tentacles inside of her was a snug fit; her insides stretched open by their combined girth. They thrust into her but went at slightly different angles, stretching her out as they squished themselves inside of her, unheeding of her tight groan.

A groan that cut off into a grunt as she felt another tentacle caress her ass, the tendril slithering between her cheeks – and in spite of her struggles the tentacle penetrated her ass too. Laurentina couldn't hope to quell her moan this time, her expression scrunched as she felt the tentacles slither and thrust into both of her holes, the unwanted pleasure only amplified by the two flower-like one that tickled and seemingly sucked on her nipples.

However the tentacles weren't content with just this much.

A fact Laurentina learned as another tentacle prodded at her ass, making her eyes widen, and then she had a second tentacle in her ass. Involuntarily she arched her back, hissing sharply, but could do nothing as the twin tentacles eagerly began plunging into her asshole, thrusting deep and doing so vigorously. She tensed but coupled with the twin tendrils in her pussy she struggled to remain very tense, her muscles spasming as she the cum inside of her pussy was churned about by the thrusting tentacles.

When a third tentacle prodded at her stuffed cunt, alarm shooting through her – and Laurentina cried out as it forced itself into her as well. Despite how full she felt it somehow managed to squeeze its way inside, thrashing and squirming against its brethren as it began to fuck her hole too; the trio of tentacles creating a small bulge in her groin as they thrust eagerly into her depths.

Then as if to solve the space issue, they corkscrewed around one another. Intimately Laurentina could feel them as they drilled into her with renewed vigour, pounding on her cervix and stretching her out in ways she'd never felt prior, the pleasure forcing gritted moans out of her despite her best efforts. Doubly so as the tentacles in her ass thrust themselves in deeper and deeper, slithering up her ass and through her insides, squirming about as they went and making it acutely easy to tell where exactly in her intestines they were. Had she been able, she didn't doubt she'd be able to touch her abdomen and feel them beneath her skin.

''Get out.'' Laurentina growled, one eye screwing shut as her womb was knocked upon. ''Defile me if you must, but at least grant me death-!''

Something cold touched her cervix. That was the last thing Laurentina felt before the trio of corkscrewing tentacles slammed through her cervix with sudden force, penetrating her womb. She cried out in shock, legs tensing as her innermost parts were violated by the intruders, intimately feeling their smooth lengths rub and caress the walls of her baby chamber. It sensation was so raw and novel she couldn't ignore it, her mind overcome with the foreign sensation, made worse when the tentacles in her ass reached her stomach and coiled about within it, making her feel almost bloated.

But of course the tendrils didn't cease. Two more dashed in out of the dark, taking advantage of her open mouth and shoving themselves inside. Briefly she managed to push them back with her tongue, jerking her head back as she did so, but one got in before she could clench her teeth – and Laurentina groaned in frustration as the other one got back in, both of them forcing themselves down her throat. They began to thrust eagerly, hilting halfway down her throat and making her flinch and twitch, her mind steadily crumbling under the assault of pleasure and nausea, as she was fucked in every available hole by her sworn enemy.

The tentacles in her throat went deeper though – and Laurentina spasmed as they went down into her lungs. She flailed as she tried to grab onto the tentacles but the Seaborn were too smart to let her; keeping their tentacles out of reach as they meticulously molested her throat, their lengths dipping down into her lungs and thrusting about. Every impact felt like the air was being knocked out of her, quite literally in this case; sending her lurching forth in her bindings as even her lungs were not spared from the Seaborn menace.

'Filthy, loathsome creature-!'

Her womb was kissed – and the trio of corkscrewing tentacles erupted inside of her baby chamber. Bulges stretched her out in the brief moment before they disgorged their cold cum into her depths, her eyes bulging as her womb was quickly filled up and overflowed with the turgid Seaborn seed. Bulges forced their way into her asshole and travelled through her gut, her toes curling as her insides were stretched far more than possible before erupting into her gut, her stomach turning cold from the profuse gouts of abyssal sperm.

And then two bulges forced their way into her mouth, nearly breaking her jaw with how wide her mouth was forced open. Her breathing was halted as they went down her throat, bulging that too – and then they came in her lungs. She spasmed, gagging hard, but more cum came. She could not dislodge the tendrils. Not block the semen. All she could do was thrash as her lungs were forcibly filled with Seaborn cum, drowning her in abyssal baby batter, her body becoming corrupted by their icky, filthy seedlings-!

And then she woke up.

Laurentina jerked upright, gagging and clutching at her throat, bile rising but never escaping as she forced it back down. Her hands pawed about and she found quilt greeting her, her eyes flitting here and there, soaking in her surroundings like a predator stalked by something far greater. Yet she found nothing to threaten her, nothing to harm her. She was safe. She was fine.

A haggard breath escaped the Abyssal Hunter then, the tension steadily seeping from her shoulders until she flopped backwards onto her pillow, groaning. It had been another dream.

But that was no dream, she reminded herself, shivering as the phantom sensations assaulted her. Never before had one of her dreams ended with her being raped by countless tentacles and impregnated by the Seaborn. Did that carry weight? Was it a twisted construction of her mind, or a subliminal message? Or maybe a lost memory working its way back to her – whether her own, or one of the many Seaborn she had felled in battle. She knew she wouldn't be getting an answer though. Things were never that easy.

Laurentina shifted, grimacing, and reached under the thick Iberian quilt covering her. She was still clothed, but her underwear was damp, sticky – and to her displeasure when she reached under the waistband she realised she was soaked.

'Did I actually get wet from that?' Laurentina's lip curled in displeasure. 'Was that supposed to be a wet dream of some sorts?'

If it was, she just might need to start going into therapy for realsies. Because like hell she could live with the knowledge her fantasy was to be raped by tentacles.

''...hmph. No point in trying to sleep now.'' She grumbled, looking over at the clock – 03:34, it read. ''...I need some fresh air.''

Rising from her hotel bed Laurentina snatched up her battle dress and got about getting changed, a new pair of underwear and tissue cleaning up most of the mess.

Yet even as she wandered out of her room, the silent halls of the Iberian hotel greeting her-

She couldn't help but feel like she was still drowning.

[END]