Bared to Him

by Jan Springer

  To her horror, she was finding it hard to breathe. Panic snapped through her.

  She tried to remember what she’d read on that secret Octoposeidon website and what Calder had said. Some females changed fast. Some slow.

  Oh, she hoped she was a slow Turner. She just needed a few minutes to get the boat into shallower waters. Her body began to ache in a curious way. Her arms and legs began an odd pulsing and tingling. She needed to swim. She needed to breathe.

  When she could no longer stand the incredible need to jump into the ocean, she switched off the engine and dropped anchor. It would drag and catch on something. Hopefully.

  She didn’t care about the boat anymore. She needed to survive. She could barely get aft, her legs were so wobbly. She stepped onto the transom and dived in. As she impacted the water, the cool liquid sliced like sharp knives against every square inch of her flesh.

  Panic screamed through her as her brain warned her that going under water would cause her to drown. But an instinctual drive buried deeper inside her, shouted at her to do it. She followed her instincts and slipped her head and body beneath the surface.

  * * * * *

  Gray knew immediately that something was wrong. Miranda wouldn’t have headed the yacht toward shore unless there was a problem. He just hoped to hell that other Octo males hadn’t scented her.

  Damn! He’d been living in a freaking cocoon where Miranda was concerned. He hadn’t taken the dangers seriously. He’d been too passive with her safety. He would have to rectify that situation.

  It had taken most of his strength to jet propel himself through the water with his tentacles to keep up with the yacht. When he saw the anchor slide through the ocean and saw her dive into the waters a few hundred yards in front of him, he knew what was happening.

  She was going through the Change and he was witnessing it. Through the clear, dark water, he made out her silhouette as she slowly tread water just beneath the surface. She appeared to be in a daze, not sure of what to do. Her arms and legs had turned into tentacles. Disbelief etched her wide-open eyes as she stared at him.

  He wished he could communicate verbally with her and tell her she was going to be all right, but down here under the sea, verbal communication just was not possible.

  Instead, he swam closer to her. She was nude. Her clothing had ripped away as her tentacles had formed. Her tentacles looked beautiful. They were dark gray, three feet long, as thick as her arms, tapering off at the ends. Her suction cups glowed an intriguing midnight blue color, and her sexy scent was playing havoc with his senses. His instincts to mate with her were quickly overtaking his concern for her emotions.

  Tentatively, he reached out a tentacle and curled it around her waist. She was warm and luscious against his suction cups. Thankfully, she didn’t protest as he drew her against his body. She continued to blink at him, as is she were stunned, but he would have her feeling good in no time.

  Holding her steady, he slid two tentacles up along her inner thighs, stopping short of her bare pussy, before running his tentacles back down her legs again.

  She shuddered.

  Oh, yes. She was very responsive. In Octo form, her human guard and need for self-control would no longer matter. Instincts would take over just as they were doing now. He tensed with appreciation as she twirled the narrow tip of one of her newly formed tentacles around the base of his shaft. The miniature suction cups molded with his flesh. She held him tight and gently squeezed his cock. Her touch sent erotic shivers racing through him.

  Gray moaned and bubbles sifted out of his mouth and rocketed to the surface. He grinned. It appeared as if they were going to make a magnificent coupling.

  * * * * *

  Miranda stared at Gray in disbelief. She was under the ocean surface, in the water and she was having no trouble breathing, just like Gray had said. It was amazing. Her eyesight was magnificent, despite the darkness. A school of rockfish leisurely swam past them. She could smell them and her mouth watered. She’d catch a meal later.

  Gray looked spectacular. His body and head were the same, yet his arms and legs were smooth, long black tentacles of at least four feet each. His suction cups glowed a pretty fluorescent green that she found quite attractive.

  Right now, she wanted Gray more than anything she’d ever wanted in her life. Beneath her tentacle, his swollen cock pulsed and jerked. She hoped she wasn’t holding his flesh too tight. If she was, he didn’t appear to mind, so it must be okay.

  She easily floated another tentacle through the cool water, and stroked the head of his shaft. His eyes scrunched closed and another volley of bubbles came out of his slightly parted lips. He seemed to be enjoying what she was doing to him. Instincts told her if she kept up the pressure, he would come. So, she backed off. She wanted him to come inside her. Wanted his seed stored inside her so that any predator Octo would smell his seed and know she was taken.

  She realized she wasn’t worried about anything anymore. There was no care. Just a need for pleasure.

  As she continued stroking his cockhead, he let go of her waist, reached out with his two upper tentacles and curled them like bondage ropes around her breasts. The pressure was incredible. His suction cups stuck to her flesh, and the tentacles held her breasts until they were firm and plump. The thin tips of his tentacles stroked her nipples until sensations whipped along tender nerve endings. She quivered and creamed. She could smell herself as her aromatic cream splashed into the currents.

  Deep in the back of her mind, she sensed her scent could bring danger back to them, but she couldn’t stop creaming. She needed the pleasure. Needed him to mate with her. Needed his sperm inside of her.

  She wanted to be lost in the frenzy that was quickly building inside her. Every nerve ending in her body screamed to be touched. She tensed with awareness as two tentacles smoothed up along her inner legs again. They were heading toward her pussy. She trembled with anticipation and a dizzying need for penetration swept over her as one of his tentacle tips prodded against her vaginal opening and the other nudged against her tight sphincter.

  She reached out with the third of her four tentacles and cupped the back of his head. Boldly, she urged his head closer to hers and then she fused her lips over his hot mouth. Her senses burst with pleasure.

  He tasted wonderful. Like salt and male arousal and passion. He kissed her back. Hard. His mouth seared against her lips until they were on fire. Need surged through her. The tentacle at her pussy stretched into her vagina. It was smooth and thick and felt very different from his cock. Much bigger!

  Her vaginal muscles quivered and throbbed around his pulsing flesh. He withdrew and quickly thrust the tentacle into her pussy again. As he pulled out, the other tentacle pushed into her anus. A bite of pain swept through her at the incredible pressure. She tensed and moaned into his mouth.

  He kissed her harder and the tentacles wrapped around her breasts tightened wonderfully. He withdrew the tentacle from her ass. Then he plunged his other appendage into her pussy again. She gasped as her vision darkened and her pussy gripped the impalement. Tremors rocked through her.

  He slid the other tentacle into her ass again, this time more forcefully. It didn’t hurt, but the pressure was unbelievable. He withdrew, and then bucked his hips, thrusting into her ass again. His length was superb as he drove his flesh so deep inside of her she fought to breathe.

  He withdrew. His kisses become more desperate and frantic. Her senses whirled. He unwrapped the tentacles from her breasts, and then he wrapped them around her thighs.

  He held her thighs wide open and she writhed as he thrust a tentacle into her pussy and another one into her ass, both at the same time. She struggled against the restraints as his succulent flesh drove in and out of her. The sharp, almost painful orgasm snapped into her like live wires.

  She convulsed and jerked in a frenzy as his steely flesh continued to invade her. Her muscles throbbed and clenched around him. Pleasure scalded her pussy and anus. She straine
d against the restraints and kissed him harder. The pleasure was never ending.

  Suddenly he slipped a tentacle from her pussy and moved his body closer. His tentacle slipped around her neck like a collar. He held her there. He owned her.

  Then he bucked his hips and thrust his cock deep into her. The intensity of her arousal increased. She twisted and arched against him as his cock and tentacle fell into a wicked double-penetration rhythm. The sensations grew stronger and stronger until fire consumed her.

  She felt his tentacles tighten around her thighs and inside her ass. His cock throbbed and thickened and then she shuddered as her vagina milked him of his sperm.

  They fucked that way for most of the night, before exhaustion made them stop.

  Intertwined in each other’s tentacles, they drifted along the ocean current, staring into each other’s eyes. She loved Gray’s eyes. She easily got lost in the beautiful glowing gray color with the gold flecks. She knew she should reach out and grab some fish to eat, but that would mean breaking this magnetic embrace and that’s the last thing she wanted to do.

  * * * * *

  Gray helped Miranda out of the water, moments after she turned back into human form. Her gorgeous naked ass beckoned to him as she climbed the ladder in front of him. Double penetrating her ass and pussy had been the most spectacular experience he’d ever shared with a female. He’d slept with a couple of Octo females when he’d been younger but it had just been sex. He’d slept with a handful of human women too, but they didn’t like it when he disappeared at night, and he’d never been trustworthy of them to explain why, so those relationships didn’t last too long.

  Miranda was different. She was the one. She was his mate and suddenly he didn’t care if Jack approved or not. But he was still going to tell her father his intentions. He owed that much to Jack, despite Miranda’s anger and disapproval on the subject.

  “I’m so surprised we didn’t lose the yacht,” she said as she stepped barefoot onto the deck. She laughed and twirled happily and Gray’s cock hardened as he watched her.

  Man, did she not understand how he reacted whenever she was in naked form? An uncontrollable savage need to fuck her again rocked through him. It was unbelievably difficult to stand here and watch her as she began to dance happily while naked on the deck.

  He did a quick survey of their surroundings, noted the yacht wasn’t moving. He’d check the anchor situation later. He saw no other vessels out on the water, nor any sign of houses or people along the shoreline. They were safe from prying eyes.

  Suddenly she turned and caught him watching her. Her demeanour immediately changed. Her blue eyes darkened with a wild sexual look and a powerful desire to fuck her burned through him. He was about to step toward her, when a sensual smile tilted her lips. Her smile made his heart catch fire. He dared not breathe for it was the most pleasant sensation he’d ever experienced.

  Slowly, she shook her head as if to indicate he shouldn’t move. He watched her as she closed her eyes. She raised her arms and ran her hands through the slick wet strands of her hair. She began to sway her hips in a sensual rhythm, dancing to a tune of music only she could hear.

  His mind shattered as he watched her dance. His legs melted as his hungry gaze wandered over her beautiful human curves.

  Last night, his Octo form had mated her to him. Now, his human side craved to fuck her and make her know she belonged to him. Her scent was like a sweet, delicate perfume that seduced his senses and trapped his body. She was like a scorching flame and he, the captured moth drawn to her.

  His cock and balls ached so much he could barely walk across the deck to her. His hand shook as he reached up to touch her left nipple. She whimpered as he pinched it and then rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger. Immediately the rose-coloured bud hardened.

  “I feel so alive. I’ve never felt so alive,” she whispered softly.

  She kept dancing in front of him. Her eyelashes fluttered. Her eyelids drooped and then her eyes closed. She swayed her hips and her fingers sifted through the strands of her hair.

  He knew exactly what she was talking about. He felt the same way. It was as if he’d been asleep forever and then he’d awakened and had been brought into a world of tremendous desire.

  He lifted his other hand, and then cupped both her breasts. A soft keening sound drifted between her slightly parted lips. A siren’s sound. Sweet and alluring and irresistible. He continued to hold her breasts in his palms and then lowered his head. He sucked her left nipple in between his lips. Her nipple beaded and hardened against his mouth.

  She gasped sweetly and shuddered. Her breathing grew hard and fast. He wished he could calm her, make this last, but the aching hardness between his legs was extraordinarily insistent. His cock begged him to bury it deep inside her tight channel. Pleaded to claim her human form just as frantically as he’d claimed her Octo form.

  He sucked on one nipple, and then moved to the other. He loved the way she whimpered as he laved his tongue around her areole and nipped her sensitive flesh. Finally, her arms descended onto his shoulders.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered. Her voice was tight and barely restrained.

  He let go of her nipple and lifted his head. Want seared across her face. He felt it scream through him too. There was no need for foreplay this time. His need to claim her tossed all self-control to the wind.

  He grabbed her by her hips and held her steady. He waited only long enough for her to curl her hands over his shoulders and as they both looked down between their bodies, he watched his cock disappear into her. He withdrew and thrust into her again. She yelped and instantly exploded into a frenzy of shudders. Fire lanced his shaft as her pussy clenched his flesh. Her vaginal muscles wrapped so tightly around his cock that pleasure rocketed along the length of his shaft and seared into his balls and belly. He grit his teeth as he shuddered violently and saw stars as they burst behind his eyes.

  Holy Octoposeidon!

  He withdrew and then thrust into her again. She pulled at his shoulders and he moved against her, his mouth melting over her lips. He kept up the frantic pace, pistoning his cock, rocking into her over and over again. Driving their pleasure higher and higher as they continued to convulse and shudder against each other.

  Finally, he could hold back no longer and shot his release deep inside her, ignoring the warning that he could very well be making her with child. He didn’t care. She belonged to him. There was no doubt in his mind.

  His.

  He held her as the spasms began to weaken. Held her as they stood on the deck, the early morning breeze caressing their naked flesh and the spectacular sunshine splashing warmth over them as it broke over the horizon.

  He wanted to bring her to another orgasm, but then he suddenly froze. Movement at the edge of his vision caught his attention. He peered over Miranda’s shoulder and discovered that a white speed craft was quickly arrowing toward them. The boat was about two miles or so away, but instincts told him whoever was on that boat was looking for them.

  “Miranda, get dressed. We’ve got company.”

  She immediately frowned. She turned and squinted into the early morning dawn.

  “Who do you think it is?” she asked as he withdrew from her.

  “Don’t know, but whoever it is, they’re in one hell of a hurry to get here.”

  * * * * *

  Miranda hurriedly dressed in a floral sundress, slid on some sandals and then met Gray up on deck. He’d slipped on a pair of black shorts and a white loose fitting shirt, that billowed up behind him like a sail in the sea breeze. Alarm raced through her as she spied the dark outline of the handle of a gun pressed against the small of his back, and shoved into the waistband of his shorts. Was he expecting trouble? Had her scent attracted danger?

  Her alarm quickly diffused when she recognized the couple in the speedboat.

  “It’s Calder and Catalina!” she called out.

  She’d met Cat only once, but recognized her immedia
tely. She was a beautiful Octoposeidon female and such a nice woman. Miranda was thrilled they had come out to meet them. When Catalina saw them, she began to wave frantically. She appeared quite happy to see them. Calder, on the other hand, wore quite the disapproving scowl.

  Oh, oh. It looked like something was up.

  Chapter Six

  “Where the hell have you two been? We’ve been trying to hail you on the radio all night?” Calder growled after he and Catalina had boarded. His green eyes flashed with both anger and concern as he shook Gray’s hand in greeting.

  “Oh, ignore his bad manners; he’s just grumpy from lack of sleep,” Catalina said.

  Cat was a striking woman with sparkling blue eyes and shoulder length wavy auburn hair. Tentacle earrings dangled from her ear lobes and she wore a gorgeous sleeveless navy blue dress with middy collar and white tie. Cute tattoos of various sea life figures were prominent on both her arms, signifying her love of tattoos. She was also an experienced tattoo artist.

  She smiled at Miranda, opened her arms, and wiggled her fingers.

  “Come here, give me a hug. I want to make sure I am not dreaming this reunion.”

  Miranda laughed at Cat’s choice of words. She stepped into the other woman’s embrace and into a warm hug.

  “I was so worried something bad happened to you two. I can see now we were just jumping to conclusions,” Cat said.

  “Why wasn’t she answering?”

  Calder had turned to Gray to question him. But Gray ignored him and gazed at Miranda over Cat’s shoulder. His gaze was so possessive and so heated that Miranda trembled at the intensity.

  Catalina let her go.

  “What’s wrong? You’re shaking?” she said with a frown.

  “I’m fine. Seriously. Never felt better. You didn’t have to come all this way. Goodness, your wedding is in a couple of days. You must have tons still to do.”

  Cat grinned. “Oh, I should take this opportunity to apologize for the last minute invitation. Calder proposed rather suddenly and well anyways, everything is ready. We’re well organized. We had originally hired an Octo wedding planner but she had so many ideas.”