by Silver Lake
“Oh fuck!” she cried out. “Oh fuck! Yes!”
The tentacle stimulating her breasts suddenly brought its tip up to her face. Like an eagle it swooped toward her open mouth shoving inside it before she could do anything. Adela gagged on the slick wet meat, but its taste wasn’t unpleasant. Her lips clamped round the mighty trunk, and it pushed back and forth in her mouth as she started sucking it.
The tentacle in her pussy began ramming her hard, without mercy spearing her sleek body. Stars exploded before her eyes as she took the pounding, the brutal pain striking a deep vein of primal lust buried at the core of her being. She revelled in the rough violation, experiencing the same dark glory she had felt when Daniel was dying. The underwater creature, whatever it was, shared an affinity with her, she was sure of it. It possessed the same cold soul she had, and that was why it had come to her in her time of need.
They were soul mates.
As if sharing her understanding, the creature wriggled inside her cunt, provoking a fresh wave of pain and pleasure. She caressed the tentacle ploughing her mouth and thrust her hips in time with the tentacle fucking her pussy.
Between her legs, the tentacle stimulating her perineum moved further backwards, tentatively probing her tight ass. Adela let out a muffled cry of alarm, panicked at the thought of it penetrating her that way. She’d never had a man fuck her that way, let alone some huge monster.
She tried to mentally communicate her distress, but the creature either didn’t hear her, or ignored her fear. The flat of the tentacle rubbed at her crack, its oily skin and the sea water generating a natural lubricant. The creature pulled her legs even further apart, and the tentacle shoved itself in to her hole.
The tentacle fucking her face pulled free of her mouth. Adela let out a savage shriek as the two tentacles fucked both her openings. The tentacle in her ass went slowly at first, letting her get accustomed to the discomfort, then, as if sensing she was ready, it ploughed her harder, keeping in time with the tentacle in her cunt.
“Oh fuck!” she yelled again, engulfed in the heat of the double fucking.
She moaned and groaned loudly, her voice ringing out raw across the night smothered sea. The tentacle pumping her from behind found the mound of her G-spot through the lining of her ass. It angled deftly, able to stimulate her sweet spot with brutal expertise. Waves of untrammelled pleasure suffused every nerve of her body. She jerked like a marionette, a helpless plaything of the creature.
She crested toward orgasm now, brought on by the pounding in her ass. She screamed again, unable to contain the bestial forces of pleasure and pain. The heights of ecstasy were hers’ now, and a lifetime of hate and pain was flensed away by the creature’s violation of her. The aching void left by the death of Selon had been filled completely. She was one with the creature and surrendered to its dominance.
At that moment of wilful compliance, orgasm reared up, erupting from her cunt, and splaying out through her aching body. She shrieked, louder than before, and the tentacles lifted her clean up out of the water like she was some kind of trophy.
“Oh fuck! Oh God! Oh God!” Adela babbled like a madwoman, the orgasm scintillated her being, blossoming through her with unimaginable power. She’d never experienced such intensity before, and though she never wanted it to end, she longed for release before her feeble body was ripped apart by its intensity.
The tentacles receded back in to the water, but kept up their onslaught. The creature held her ankles and torso tightly, forcing her rigid as she was battered in the ass and the cunt. Her shrieks became whimpers, and her head sagged. The power of the orgasm was diminishing, and all her energy was leeched away by it. Her bones seem to melt, and she sagged in to the water, a spent, fleshy puddle.
Slowly, and tenderly, the tentacles withdrew, leaving her sore ass and cunt. The sudden emptiness felt strange, and she suddenly hungered to have the creature back inside her again. But it must have realised she could take no more. The tentacle she had taken in her mouth was still wrapped around her torso. It held her with the gentle strength of a lover’s embrace.
The warm sea water caressed her engorged cunt and slipped in to her ass, easing away the pains. She sagged forward, unable to keep her eyes open. The warm waters lapped gently at her skin, and she slipped into deep, oblivious sleep.
*
Sunlight warmed her skin, and she opened her eyes revitalised and refreshed. She was still clinging to the life preserver, floating in the endless blue sea. The waters were calm and the sun was bright.
Alerted, Adela looked around for the creature, and then felt its presence. It was still beneath her, protecting her in the depths. In the distance, she suddenly spotted the white hull of a boat. It was fairly close, maybe close enough to spot her.
She had meant to raise her arm and call out to it, but she didn’t. She didn’t want to leave the creature. So, she remained motionless, and as she looked down she realised her fingers had become webbed, and tiny white scales were appearing on her skin. Her body was changing, and this time without the aid of geno-sculpted. She smiled and felt a deep sense of contentment.
From beneath, a tentacle reached up and stroked her leg. The creature’s ancient intellect floated up and kissed her mind, dominating her thoughts with a single message.
Safe.