Hamako and the Tentacle Monster(closed for mirandavillere)

[adamzapple]

Hamako and the Tentacle Monster.​

Something stirred in the still, clear water of the tidal pool. Limber tentacles coiled and slowly writhed in the deep green shadows of the kelp.

Marooned in the tidal pool by the outgoing tide the creature cautiously explored its new surroundings. Its tentacles slowly caressed the weed-green rocks as it pressed itself into a corner, and wriggled deeper into the clean white sand.

Beyond the tidal pool the sea continued to retreat. Gulls cried and wheeled overhead, soaring black and white shapes against the clear blue sky, their shadows sweeping across the sand.

Breakers crashed in long white lines the length of the lonely sandy beach. Sometimes the spray thrown high and wide reached the pool where the creature was stranded. Try as it might the creature lacked the strength to haul itself over the rocks from the pool and back to the ocean.

It was a young creature never seen there before. A deep emerald green in colour with slick and glistening tentacles and round and watchful eyes. The other inhabitants of the tidal pool shied away from it. The corpses of those who had been slow to flee lay crushed and dismembered on the sandy floor of the pool.

The sound of the breaking waves grew faint. Now the spray fell short of the tidal pool. The kelp hung limp and glossy and from its shelter two large white eyes stared unblinking out upon the creature's shrinking world. Its tentacles coiled over themselves in slow and ceaseless motion.

As the sun rose higher the water in the tidal pool grew warmer and the creature rested with infinite patience.

 

[mirandavillere]

Another tedious day in school was over at last, and Hamako stared out the window of the bus as it rolled out of the village. The only other students who road the bus as far as she did were two freshman boys, obsessed with their gadgets, so it was a lonely trip. The last stop was at the top of Breakwater Lane, which wound around a small lagoon and had five little fisherman's cottages on it. Here, the air tasted of the sea, salty and mysterious, and the sound of the waves never stopped.

Hamako lived here with her father, who was something of a local legend. Once he had been known throughout the district for his courage and his success as a fisherman. There were still stories told about the storm of '91, when he had gone out and braved the giant waves and howling winds to rescue another fisherman whose boat was breaking up. That had been before Hamako was born, and now her father's fame was for his madness. He was always kind and gentle with her, but she knew deep down that what people said was true. He had turned away from people since her mother had died, when she was only three. Since she had been old enough to go to the market on her own, her father had seldom left the cottage except for the water, and often spent several days out in the boat, only returning when the baskets were full to bursting and his food was gone.

Hamako shared his love for the sea, but not his desire for solitude. She liked people, loved her friends, and gazed at the handsome boys inher school with the same uncertain longings as any eighteen year old school girl. As soon as she got home, she dropped her book bag on the kitchen table and went out into the sunshine. She strolled along the beach, still in her school uniform. She had to wear the largest size of the white blouses, because her breasts had grown enormously in the past year, but aside from that she was still slender. The tiny plaid skirt flapped in the breeze, and now and then an gust would push it up a little and show her little cotton panties off, had anyone been watching.

There was noone along this beach, though, and she walked in silence around the point, out of sight of the cottages, to the great curving expanse of pearl beach. This was unprotected from the vast expanse of the ocean, and the waves rolled in tall and fierce and the wind whipped hard enough that she wished she had brought her sweater. She walked on, shivering a little as the wind carried cold spray over her and tugged at her pigtails

She was just about to turn back when she saw something strange in a tide pool. She squatted down to get a closer look at it. No bigger than a large cat, it was unlike anything she had ever heard of. Not quite an octopus, but not like anything else she could think of, its tentacles seemed to coil endlessly, and she had the strangest feeling it was trying to speak to her with its big white eyes. She knew it was just her imagination, but she couldn't help but imagine it was lonely. The tidepool it was in was much too small for something that size, and she knew it would starve before long, if the sun didn't burn it's delicate skin when it shone down.

She knew it was probably one of the stupider things she had done, but she reached down and touched it. She was surprised that it was warm, much warmer than the water it was in, and even more surprised when it coiled a tentacle around her wrist. They had a brief tug-of-war, then, but when she reached under it, she was able to lift it out of the pool.

It struggled and squirmed to get out of her grip until she wrapped her arms around it, but then it clung to her, it's tentacles wrapping around her shoulders as it clung to her chest. Aside from soaking the front of her blouse, it didn't do her any harm, and she kicked off her shoes and carried it towards the wash from the surf. When the water from the waves swirled around her thighs, she tried to set it free, though it clung to her stubbornly.

Only when a bigger wave rolled in and almost swept her off her feet did it loosen its grip enough for her to let it go. She sighed as she climbed back up the beach. She was soaked. Her skirt and pigtails hung heavily, streaming sea water, and her blouse and underwear were practically transparent. She grabbed her shoes to start for home, but just before she went, she turned back. She was surprised to see the thing bobbing in the surf, watching her.

"Goodbye, Shokushu!" she called, giving it a name on the spur of the moment. "Be safe and happy!" She waved. It was probably just her imagination, but she thought she saw a tentacle rise out of the water, waving back.

 

[adamzapple]

Looking up from its watery perspective as it rested in the shelter of the kelp the creature had first glimpsed the approaching female as a shape that changed and shimmered as she drew near.

It felt no fear, only curiosity. A cloud of fine sediment rose and drifted in the water of the tidal pool as it flexed its tentacles.
The approaching shape grew larger until a shadow fell on the water.

In the cavities of the creature's primitive mind inherited, dormant memories caused an increase in its heart rate. Its tentacles writhed with increased agitation as it sensed the presence of a female of breeding age.

A pale face loomed above it. It saw through the water the female's eyes, the full red line of her lips. The creature's pupils narrowed as race memories, vague but powerful, fired primitive responses inside its pulsating body.

A slave to its instincts the creature raised its tentacles to reach out and coil about the warm limbs that lifted it gently from the water. It felt the hot sun, the wind, the strange, unfamiliar and open expanse of its new surroundings. But more than any of these things it was aware of the female who held it.

Immature as it was the creature clung eagerly to the soft, exciting shape of the female. Its senses were overloaded by the confused and yet urgent signals that fired in its primitive mind.

It curled its glistening tentacles about the inviting female shape, pressing itself against her softness. It explored her bare arms with an eager, questing desire to know her body. It could feel beneath her skin the warm pulse of her blood through her veins.

The small, paler green discs beneath its tentacles puckered as it clung to her. Primitive receptors responded to her warmth and body shape and the creature began to writhe ineffectually, tormented and frustrated with impotent desires beyond its years as it was carried back to the ocean.

It felt the familiar motion of the waves, the rhythm of the sea, as it was returned gently to the cool waters. Floating in the water, buoyant, and filled with a desire it did not yet understand, the creature could only watch as the female figure retreated to the beach.

 

[mirandavillere]

Hamako went home and put her clothes in the wash. The last thing she needed was to go to school the next day smelling of a thing she found in a tide pool. Not that it was an unpleasant smell, she thought as she showered. It was sort of nice, in a strange way, just strong and much too much of the ocean for a girl who was trying not to be just the crazy fisherman's daughter.

The rest of the day, she kept thinking about it. It was strange how warm the thing had felt. Most sea creatures were cold-blooded, so it should have been as cold as the water, but it was much warmer, possibly as warm as she was. The way it had clung to her, too had been strange. At the time, struggling to keep her balance in the surf, it had been a little scary and frustrating, but thinking back, it was almost as if it had wanted to stay with her. And the way it had hovered near the shore until she left, it was as if it wanted her around. Like a puppy, she thought, except a sort of scaly puppy with tentacles and suction cups.

Her father came home that night, but he obviously thought she was making it up. The part about it hugging her, at least. He said he had heard stories of things like that before, and long ago stopped being surprised by the strange things that the ocean turned up. "I wouldn't count go over there again, though, Hamako. It's best to keep your distance from those things. Some of the stories you hear about tentacle monsters are pretty gruesome."

"He's not a monster!" she yelled, and her father shrugged his shoulders. He had given up trying to tell his strong-willed daughter what to do. He gave her the best advice he could and hoped for the best.

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The next day after school, Hamako went to the beach again. She ran all the way along the sand to the point, but she saw no sign of it, and when she came to the sheltered lagoon on the far side of the point, where the waves that crashed violently against the beach outside just made the water rise and fall slowly, she stopped running. She walked along, catching her breath, towards the abandoned boathouse.

Even her father didn't know who it had belonged to, but all the fishermen seemed to have a superstitious fear of it, and nobody was ever there. By all rights, it should have fallen to pieces years ago, but Hamako climbed in the open window. The big doors to allow boats to enter were open, and sunlight spilled in, but it was still shadowy and still inside. The sound of the waves lapping against the columns that propped it up echoed in the enclosed space, and she took off her shoes and socks to sit and dip her feet in the water.

"Oh, Shokushu," she sighed. Then she giggled at herself. How silly could she be, missing a tentacle monster?

Not a monster, she reminded herself, and then she felt something brush against her foot.

 

[adamzapple]

The creature lay off-shore as night fell, its tentacles moving lithely in the water, it rose and fell with the gentle swell of the ocean.

The image of the female, the memory of her soft, full body, her warmth, kept it close to land. As the sky darkened it continued to watch the beach. The land was swallowed by the night but the moon lit the waters with a soft, silver light.

The creature felt itself drawn to the female by instinct. It ached with an irresistible urge to make physical contact with her. It longed to feel again the full inviting curves of her body, to explore and caress her warm and supple flesh.

There was a single firm directive in its mind; to find the female and mate with her. It was a directive passed down through thousands of years. When the female did not reappear the creature began to make its way closer to the shore.

It glided effortlessly through the water propelled by its sinuous snakelike tentacles. Moving silently and without a ripple.
Despite its immaturity complex biological changes were already taking place. Its body was maturing, reacting to the the close proximity of a female of breeding age.

Daylight found it still a little way off-shore. It clung to a wave-lashed rock. There were already marked physical differences in its appearance. Its tentacles were longer and a deeper, glossier green. It watched with an eager avid gaze as later in the day it saw the female walking alone along the beach.

Its tentacles flexed, gripping the rock to which it clung. A clear, oil-like lubricant leaked slowly from the tips of its tentacles and dripped slowly and thickly from the rock when the creature submerged and swam purposefully towards the shore.

It found the female without effort, drawn to her by the connection that had already been made. It saw her bare limbs dangling in the water as it lay submerged in the cool shadows below her.

Her close proximity sent urgent signals to its brain and its tentacles flexed and pulsed with increased agitation. Its pupils dilated and it rose through the water trailing the oil-like substance in its wake until it was able to raise one slick and shining tentacle from the water and curl it gently around one of the female's limbs.

Its body trembled visibly as it felt her warm, naked flesh. Droplets of water fell from the raised tentacle. The disc-like pads under the tentacle kissed her flesh in a dozen places at once.

 

[mirandavillere]

The tentacle brushed against her foot. Hamako's immediate reaction was to yelp and pull away. The thing had startled her, sneaking up and grabbing at her from under the water like that, and for a moment she sat on the edge of the dock, hugging her legs to her huge breasts. Her heels were pressed against her bottom, and her little plaid skirt bunched around her hips, exposing her tender little mound in flimsy white panties to the creature.

Only for a moment, and then she giggled, looking down. Even though it had changed, she knew it was Shokushu. There was something in its eyes. As inhuman as they were, they had a certain quality of feeling that touched her. She looked at the spot on her foot where it had touched her, and saw a glistening streak there. It looked cold and slimy, but it was warm, and tingled on her skin. She could see a sort of slick floating around Shokushu as it floated, it's many tentacles swaying hypnotically in the sea, its eyes watching her closely. She carefully lowered her foot back down, til just her toes touched the water. She felt more tingling, though it was diluted, and almost pulled back again in shock at the speed the tentacles coiled itself around her ankle with.

"Did you miss me, Shokushu?" she said, giggling as it held her. The tiny little suckers along the inside of its tentacle seemed to suck softly at her skin, like tiny mouths kissing her, and the tingling sensation intensified, spreading up her leg. She felt something flexing, squeezing low down inside her Of course she would be scared, she thought. After all, a wholly alien creature from the sea was tugging gently on her ankle. The strange thing was that she didn't think she was scared. But how else to explain the way her heart was racing and she was short of breath?

At the same time, she didn't want to run away. In fact, she felt a sort of warm laziness filling her body, and it was most intense between her thighs. She looked down. Shokushu had grown since yesterday, she was sure of it. She didn't think she'd be able to carry something as big as he was not so easily, and she'd have been scared to try with those long tentacles. His color had changed as well, growing darker, but his eyes were the same pearly white that they had been, irridescent with the hints of other colors. She was sure that his tentacles hadn't oozed the glistening warm stuff that made her ankle tremble yesterday, but every time he waved a tentacle, more of it drifted through the water.

For just a moment, she imagined jumping in, feeling her whole body covered in it, and she had to grip the edge of the dock as the thought seemed to rush through her. She couldn't. Not here, where it was so deep. What if it wouldn't let go of her and she drowned? And she would have to wash her uniform again. Still, she thought, it would almost be worth it to feel that warm, tingling sensation ... everywhere.

"Oh, Shokushu," she whispered. "What's happening to you?"

 

[adamzapple]

The creature floated easily in the water below the female. Although it was still too young to mate with her it was subject to an intense single minded urge to feel again the warmth of her body.

The accelerated changes that were taking place since its first contact with her would continue until it was mature enough to successfully breed with her. In the meantime it saw the female as a plaything. A warm body to be explored and examined.

It knew instinctively the importance of forming a bond with her. Its developing senses were already aware of her raised temperature, her increased heart beat. Her voice when she spoke was soft and pleasing.

One of its tentacles gently caressed the females dangling limb as it looked up at her from the water. It gazed at her intently, its wide lipless mouth dipping, then rising out of the water as it floated below her.

It mewled softly, the only sound it could make. It carried in its primitive mind the inherited knowledge that its sole purpose was to mate with the female, to pleasure her. It was born with an instinctive awareness of the intimate places to caress her and like all juveniles it felt an eager desire to put its untried skills to the test.

Its large round eyes gazed openly between the female's legs. Already it was aware of the tantalising odour of her sexual organs. Her scent was strong and alluring. It carried, mixed with other rich aromas, and the creature isolated each one, concentrating on, drawn most to the one that signalled the female's arousal.

Slowly, almost mischievously, the creature raised another dripping tentacle from the water and curled it around the female's other limb. It parted her legs gently, lifting itself higher from the water to stare with obvious interest between her pale thighs.

Now her scent was stronger and the creature's thick, pointed tongue appeared, tasting the air. Its eyes rolled and its body quivered as the females scent further excited its interest.

Lifting itself further from the water, clinging to the place where the female sat, it raised still more wet and glistening tentacles into the air. Slowly, with patience and infinite care, aware that its future success depended on arousing the female to a willing, submissive state, it delicately brushed aside her hair and curled a tentacle against her neck.

At the same time still more sinuously writhing tentacles stroked her bare upper arms and played lightly over her thighs.

 

[mirandavillere]

Shokushu's tentacles pulled her legs apart, and her uniform's little skirt rofe up high. Hamako giggled nervously at the thought that her panties were exposed that way, and the little mound of her secret parts seemed to be churning and frothing under them, but Shokushu was not a boy, it was just a thing from the ocean. Surely it wasn't interested in her panties, or what they hid. No matter how much the slippery stuff that oozed from his suckers made her body tingle, especially there.

She squirmed anyway, acutely aware of how exposed her body was, and as strange as it seemed, Shokushu seemed to be looking up her skirt. As the little mouths of his suckers kissed her ankles and calves, she felt a dizzying wave of pleasure building in her, like nothing she had ever experienced. Along with it, there seemed to be a sort of warm aching inside her, a kind of wanting that was physical. She shifted her bottom, but suddenly she couldn't seem to find a comfortable position.

She started to lay back, and as she did, she felt another long tentacle reaching across her body. The tip flicked at her hair, almost as if it were pushing it out of her face, and then coiled around the back of her neck. It was like a dozen mouths were kissing her neck all at once, and the pleasant tingling was stronger there. The oily secretions from his tentacle was coming out thicker, and soon droplets of it began to slide down from her neck, down into her blouse. It glistened on the tops of her breasts where they were exposed, and pooled in her cleavage, and the heat she felt from it was almost unbearable. Her nipples tingled as well, and stiffened immediately.

When she felt more tentacles teasing her thighs, she began to quiver. Each caress left a little streak of the slippery stuff on her bare skin, and each of those little streaks made her tingle more. She felt a wetness between her thighs, and she looked down. Sure enough, her panties were damp, as if she had wet herself. She was tingling down there, as well, and she wondered if he had touched her there without her knowing. She knew she would have known, as she suddenly was more aware of that part of her body than she had ever been.

"Oooh Shokushu, this feels so good," she moaned, her hips grinding out of control. She knew there was something off, that what she was feeling was wrong, but at the same time, it was so innocent. She was just playing with her pet tentacle monster. He obviously was friendly.

 

[adamzapple]

The creature shuddered with pleasure as the female succumbed to its advances.

As she reclined beneath it the creature crouched over her. It's tentacles eagerly explored her chest. The oil-like liquid it secreted seeped and oozed in ever greater quantities as its excitement grew.

It understood now that the female was coming under its control. It was aware of the rush of blood through her veins, the pounding of her heart, the movement of her body as she began to writhe beneath it.

The tip of an exploring tentacle found its way under her clothes and the feel of her warm skin brought the eager creature to an even greater degree of excitement. It began to tug gently at her clothes, fumbling as it tried to discover how to remove them.

At the same time two more tentacles curled around her wrists and held her arms and pinned them to the floor. The creature rocked gently over the female, gazing down at her, observing her reactions as it flexed a tentacle that caused her sodden blouse to part with a soft ripping sound.

Its eyes burned with an intense eager light as it experimented, gently playing its tentacles over her chest, smearing the oily substance over her skin. There was still one item of clothing over her chest and the creature struggled to remove it. It curled the tip of a tentacle through it and tugged insistently and suddenly it gave way.

A clear, viscous drool fell slowly from the creature's open mouth as the female's chest was exposed. Her firm young flesh glistened wetly with the oil and mewling softly it immediately began to explore her.

Its tentacles moved slickly, caressing, squeezing and manipulating her. At the same time the creature was becoming increasingly aware of the tantalising scent of the female's arousal growing stronger by the second.

 

[mirandavillere]

She felt almost entirely consumed by the tingling feelings and the electric heat that was spreading from her center through her body. She felt the weight of the creature as it pulled itself out of the water and rested on her belly, pulling her so she lay back, pinned under it. She knew she should be terrified, as it pulled her arms up over her head. It wasn't just that it had grown from the size of a kitten to the size of a large dog apparently overnight, or that it was strong enough to all but immobilize her with only a few of its many limbs. It was the oil that seeped onto her skin and made her skin crave the touch of those beautiful little sucking lips. She knew, deep down, that what she was feeling was wrong.

She barely felt it as the thing ripped her blouse open, just heard the plops of her buttons falling into the water. The bra was different, as Shokushu tugged and wrestled with it, and then tore it violently away. As she flopped back under it, her big, round breasts bared and bouncing, she seemed to wake up as if she had been dreaming. Except she was still pinned under a monster from the sea that was coating her with some kind of slime and grappling her with tentacles.

Tentacles that were swarming over her chest now, the little suckers oozing their glistening goo on her bare breasts, tugging at her nipples so that she couldn't help moaning with pleasure. It was pleasure that she had never known, or even imagined, but still. It was a monster. She ignored the sensations in her body for a moment and actually saw what was happening to her. Just for a moment, but that was enough. Some rush of adrenaline from the burst of terror hit her, and she thrashed her arms and legs enough to loosen it's grip on her. She pulled away, scrambling across the decking of the boathouse and crawling through the open window.

She ran, breasts bouncing free of her wrecked clothes, her skirt still bunched up around her waist and her panties soaked nearly transparent with her juices and the creature's slime. She ran around the point and down the beach and finally collapsed on the sand, well back from the water. She writhed and squirmed, pressing her hands between her legs, fingers furiously rubbing against the front of her panties, rubbing her slit and the little button at the top that was suddenly so important to everything.

Then something happened to her that she couldn't understand, but it made her scream. It wasn't fear or pain, though, it was so much better. It was as if the oily stuff Shokushu had covered her with had filled her whole body up and the tingles had become tidal waves. When she finally recovered, she felt as if something had changed in her. Her worries and stress were gone, replaced by a kind of giddy happiness, and when she stood, she felt dizzy and began to giggle, though nothing was particularly funny.

She did her best to straighten out her clothes as she walked slowly the rest of the way home, riding a tide of bubbly pleasure that she could not explain. She slipped in the back, out of sight of the neighbors, and fell on her bed, fully dressed and still tingling. She slept immediately, and dreamed of Shokushu's tentacles, holding her lovingly and filling her with ecstasy.

When she woke, she was horrified at her dreams, and sat up in bed. The slime that coated her had hardened like wax, though thinner and stiffer, and her clothes were stiff and made crackling sounds as she moved. She reached over and switched the lights on. And gasped.

It was as though her clothes had been dipped in mother-of-pearl. It had a bright, irridescent shine that was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. All the sand from the beach that had stuck in it had turned into thousands of tiny pearls, and her skin looked as if it had been painted with the same stuff. She peeled it off in foil-like sheets, and piled it up. It had worked its way into the fabric of her clothes so thoroughly that she knew she could never wear them again as a school uniform, but they were so beautiful as they were that she didn't mind.

Dawn was coming by the time she finished cleaning up, and she went to school with a little baggie full of the tiny little pearls. She showed the science professors, who were astonished, but agreed with her that the sand was coated in a substance similar to pearl, but with unusual characteristics. She did not leave any samples with them, despite their insistance, and she did not offer any explanations as to the source of the things.

She knew that she should avoid the sea, that she should avoid Shokushu. She knew that the things that had happened were wrong, and though she avoided thinking about what had almost happened, she had no doubt that was wrong too. It was not just sinful, but unnatural as well. That day after school, she forced herself to stay at home, catching up on homework and housework. Her father clearly understood that something was amiss, but he kept his thoughts to himself, and she did the same.

For three days she was able to stay away, despite dreams that woke her each night and left her with a horrible, squirming need that she had no way to fulfill.

 

[adamzapple]

When the female was gone the creature remained where it was. The setting sun filled the boathouse with shadows and warm, red light. It settled on its tentacles, its wide eyed gaze still turned in the direction the female had fled.

Although still too young to mate with her the creature had been aware of the female's increasing excitement. It had been filled with a powerful sense of its own unique purpose. It had followed the urges it had felt, inherited memories, and now that she was suddenly gone it seemed robbed of impetus.

The light of the setting sun shone wetly on its glistening tentacles as one after another they flexed. The tips rose, flexible and snake like, as if testing the air, before settling again.

The boards where the female had lain were wet and shining with the oil it had secreted. The scent of her arousal still lingered faintly in the motionless air. To the creature it was a warm, rich, musky odour that excited its senses. The tantalising aroma of her sexual organs.
Slowly it extended its thick, scaly tongue, and its squat, misshapen body pulsated gently as it caught the last, lingering traces drifting in the air.

The sky darkened. The air cooled and the shadows deepened in the boathouse. The only sounds were the intermittent lapping of the water and a soft whisper of sound, of tentacle twining over tentacle as the creature moved.

In the dark its large eyes shone with a soft, white phosphorescent light. The disc-like suckers that lined its tentacles were tinged with a faint, pale green glow. When the creature raised a tentacle a few drops of the oil dripped thickly from the tip.

For three days the creature remained near the boathouse. At night it swam slowly up and down the beach looking towards the dark shadow of the land where a few lights showed. By day it returned to the boathouse.

In a dark unformed part of its mind it was dimly aware of the rapid physical changes taking place in its body. It was considerably larger now and stronger than it had been when the female first carried it back to the ocean. It was slowly becoming aware of new impulses, previously unfelt urges. Powerful desires and a new, stronger sense of its environment.
New sensations and new messages constantly reached its brain.

On the morning of the third day it raised one of its limber tentacles and studied it. The tip of the tentacle caught the first faint light of dawn as it flexed. Beneath the tip was a partially concealed fleshy opening from which the oil still slowly seeped.

The scent of the oil was familiar in ways the creature couldn't comprehend. Slowly it put out its tongue and tentatively licked the tentacle, tasting the oil. The oil spread freely over its tongue, exciting it, imparting its flavour, sending still more barely understood messages to its brain. Almost immediately the creature's body began to tremble with growing agitation.

Its eyes rolled in their deep sockets. When it tensed the tentacle the thick, round, glistening head of a thickening sexual organ emerged slowly from the concealed opening.

With a growing and intuitive understanding the creature tensed the tentacle again and the organ extended fully formed, emerging slickly, wet and glistening from the sheath of the tentacle. Quivering, it raised the tentacle to examine the organ and discovered at the same time that it could thrust the organ in and out of the sheath from which it had emerged.

A low, wet, mewling sound of excitement issued from the creature's writhing lips. It thrust the organ faster. More oil dripped freely from the opening, lubricating it, coating it thickly, rousing the creature to new heights of excitement.

Suddenly a thick spurt of the creature's seed erupted powerfully from the extended organ. It spattered into the water. Immediately the creature began to raise its other tentacles. Identical, thick and pulsing sexual organs slowly emerged from each one. Eight fully formed organs, deep red in colour, thickly veined, with bloated bulbous tips, all coated with the smooth, dripping lubricating oil.

The boards beneath the creature creaked as it shifted its weight. In the sunlight of a new day the creature flopped and pulsated. An aroused sexual organ thrust obscenely and eagerly from the tip of each tentacle. The still, warm air was filled with the low, wet rasping whisper of sound the swollen organs made as they slipped rapidly in and out of their soft, fleshy sheaths.

 

[mirandavillere]

She woke up, panting, the sheets twisted around her legs and her body shivering, though it was warm. The dream dissipated before she could catch her breath, but she had a clear image of tentacles holding her, and the yearning for the tingling sensation that she'd felt was becoming a physical ache. It was the third time that night she had woken this way, and the clock on her nightstand said it was only 1AM. Each night, it had grown worse, and that day in school, one of her teachers had even said she looked exhausted, and asked if everything was alright at home. She knew that even if somehow her story was believed, that if people knew of her cravings, her life would be over. If they didn't lock her away somewhere, she would be treated as an outcast.

She didn't really decide anything, but the back door slammed shut behind her. The night was cool, and her nipples stiffened. She knew she shouldn't go walking at night in just her filmy babydoll nightdress and panties, but she couldn't bring herself to go back inside. She was halfway convinced that she was still dreaming when she saw how the beach gleamed, and she walked slowly, listening to the waves breaking in the black ocean, and wondering at how warm the sand was.

When she came to the end of the beach and the path to the boathouse, she paused. If she went back now, she could go back to sleep. It would just be a walk in the night. She looked up at the sky, but there was no light. Clouds hid the stars and the moon. The beach was shining with a light all its own, like the pearly sand she had brought back with her the other day. She stared at teh beach, wondering if all the sand had once been coated with some tentacle monster's secretions before it washed up here. Just the thought made her clench, down between her legs, and she almost ran along the path.

The boathouse was dark as a cave, and she climbed in the window and crouched by the wall. The waves lapped gently against the supports, and she was afraid to move away from the wall. Afraid to fall into that impenetrably black water, in this darkness.

"Shokushu?" she whispered. "Are you here?"

 

[adamzapple]

The creature swam easily in the dark ocean leaving a faint trail of green phosphorous in its wake. It had no concept of time. It measured the passage of days only by the increased agitation it felt to fulfill its purpose. Now that it had matured it was more aware than ever of its desire to mate.

The memory of the scent of the female's arousal tied it to the last place it had seen her. It was as if a strong bond existed between them. Somewhere in its primitive brain it understood that she would return.

For three nights it had restlessly coursed the dark waters tormented by the memory of her warm, soft body. On the third night when it saw a pale figure slowly approaching the shore it flexed its tentacles and thrust its large body quickly through the water.

As it neared the dark opening of the boathouse its eyes glowed palely and it left behind it in the water a thickening film of the oil that seeped from its tentacles. It was waiting half submerged lying quietly in the dark water when it heard the female's voice.

Its first instinct was to haul itself from the water and take her captive in its tentacles, explore her exciting body and then mate with her. Its sexual organs were already thickening in readiness. Copious amounts of oil seeped thickly into the water and floated in a film on the surface. It was filled with a tormenting need, the inherited memories of its species, to take the female by force, to overcome her feeble struggles, and ultimately penetrate her. But as it had matured sexually, so too had it developed a degree of animal cunning.

It was dimly aware that the bond between them might yet be broken and the knowledge made the creature cautious. When its gaze found her standing in the shadows at the side of the boathouse it was at the mercy of powerful conflicting impulses.

It was aware of the female's nervousness, just as before it had been aware of her arousal. Its driving purpose was to breed with her but it sensed the danger of driving her away before the bond between them was complete.

For a moment its primitive mind struggled with the aching need to take her and the need to use its developing wisdom and cunning to seduce her and complete the bond that would bind her to it forever.

It floated, its tentacles writhing indecisively beneath the water and then the tension went from its posture and it mewled softly to her. A low, deep sound. Plaintive, appealing. Entreating her. Calling her closer.

Slowly it raised a long, dripping tentacle, and extended it towards the female. The tip curled, wet and sensuous, glistening faintly in the shadows. Lithe and sensitive, its engorged sexual organ withdrawn from sight inside its fleshy sheath.

 

[mirandavillere]

In the blackness inside the boathouse, she heard water spilling off of something, and she knew it was a tentacle, lifting out of the sea, searching for her. She could even see it, glowing softly as if it reflected moonlight, even though the moon didn't shine in here. She heard a soft mewing sound, almost like a kitten, and her heart melted.

"I'm here, Shokushu," she whispered.

Crawling forewards on her hands and knees, she searched for the edge of the slip. She felt the cool night air on her bottom as in peeked out from under her nighty, and felt a warm flush of embarrassment at the idea, as if Shokushu had any idea about that kind of thing. Even though he had ripped her blouse and her bra open the last time, she couldn't believe that he was really after anything like that. They were just too different.

Her fingers found the edge, and she leaned over, her breasts swaying heavily beneath her in the filmy confines of her nighty, and her ass lifted up higher as she peered down into the water. She reached down and touched warm, alien flesh, and shivered for a moment. Then the tentacle was gliding up her arm, tugging her so she almost lost her balance.

"Shokushu! Be careful! I might fall in!" she was giggling though, the relief of his touch made everything OK. The tingling sensation she had been dreaming about for the past few nights was back, not just on her wrist and hand where they held eachother, but deep inside of her, making her lightheaded and filling her with the strangest sort of needful feeling.

 

[adamzapple]

The creature's eyes brightened with excitement as it heard the familiar soft tones of the female's voice. It saw her come closer, unafraid, and lean towards it as it waited in the dark water.

Once again it was aware of the bond that was developing between them. It tasted her now familiar scent in the night air. It felt the numerous fast impulses her presence fired deep in its primitive brain.

In the darkness she was a warm presence, a soft exciting shape to be explored and coveted.
Its tentacle lightly caressed her arm. By now the creature was aware of the effect of the oil that it produced.

The tentacle curled gently against the female's cheek. It passed briefly over her swaying breasts. Curious and inquisitive it was playfully eager to explore the female's body.

It raised another tentacle and this one stroked the female's shoulders and moved slowly down her back. In an instant the tentacle curled beneath her and the creature lifted her effortlessly from the edge of the dock.

When it sensed her uncertainty it mewled softly, reassuringly, as it drew her closer. It felt her warm hands grasping its tentacle where it held her about the waist above the water.

Slowly it moved away from the shelter of the boathouse. The moon had appeared and in the calm water before the boathouse the creature raised still more writhing tentacles. They glistened wetly in the moonlight, twisting, serpent-like, their tips moving closer to the female.

Still mewling softly it began to boldly explore her warm, exciting body. One tentacle caressed her breasts, smearing its oil there, slowly squeezing and investigating her. Pulling down the thin covering she wore. The disc-like suckers kissing her skin wherever it touched.

At the same time two more curled gently around her upper thighs, sliding smoothly over her soft, warm flesh. Passing between her legs before the warm and sensitive limber tips began to cautiously explore the female's sexual organs.

The creature was lost in a world of pleasure and discovery. It lowered the female into the dark water until only her head and shoulders showed palely in the moonlight. The heat of its own body warmed the water around them.

Beneath the water its tentacles continued to probe and explore the female's body. Moving at will between her legs, pulling at her flimsy, sodden underwear.

 

[mirandavillere]

She had just a moment of relief before she found herself lifted off the ground. The tentacle around her waist was bigger around than Shokushu's whole body had been when she found him, just a few days ago. She started to struggle, panicking, but he made soft sounds, and deep down, she knew he wouldn't hurt her. The oils that were leaking from is suckers made her tingle even more than before, so much it almost burned, but not painfully.

Then they were in the moonlight, and she saw him. He was as big as a car now, with a dozen or more of long tentacles, waving sinuously in the warm night air. Just one was able to lift her and carry her nearly effortlessly, but they were so delicate that he was able to unlace her nightie without ripping it. He left it floating on the surface of the water behind them as he slowly drifted out into the middle of the cove.

The water was so warm near him, Hamako thought it would be cold, and cringed as he began to lower her, but it was like sinking into a bath. A bath full of the glistening liquid that made her whole body tingle, burn, her skin crawling and needing to be touched, and his tentacles were everywhere, caresing her, his little suckers kissing her breasts, suckling on the achingly sensitive nipples so she let out a moan of pleasure.

When she felt his tentacles probing her panties, pressing against her secret parts, it was more than she had ever imagined possible. She let out a wail that sounded scarcely human, and her body thrashed in his unshakeable grip, overwhelmed with pleasure. In a way, she thought, it was like a rollercoaster, the same breathless excitement, the same helplessness, only this was a thousand times better, and she was hardly moving.

Even when her fear came back, her sense that this was wrong, it didn't make a difference. This was what she needed. Shokushu wouldn't let her drown, and however horrible it might seem to anyone who had not felt these things, she knew she wanted this. She wanted this monster to fill her, to love her.

 

[adamzapple]

The creature quivered with excitement as it succeeded in removing the last item of the female's clothing.

Its tentacles agitated the water around them creating small currents and eddys. Splashes of water caught the silver light of the moon. For the first time in its life the creature was about to fulfil its purpose.

A thick, warm tentacle passed smoothly between the females legs, deliberately caressing her sexual organs. Beneath the water two more tentacles coiled about her ankles and held her legs apart. Other tentacles rose dripping from the water to gently hold her arms outstretched, rendering her helpless in the creature's grasp.

In harmony now with the female's responses to its touch the creature explored her warm, defenceless body at its leisure. It caressed her breasts, smearing the oil over her skin. It wrapped her in its coiling tentacles while the tips flexed and probed, touching and caressing her in a dozen places at once.

The tip of a tentacle moved slowly and intimately between her legs, exploring her sex with a light, warm, alien, inquisitive touch. From just below the tip of the tentacle a thick, engorged sexual organ emerged, dripping thickly with oil. The tentacle trembled as the creature began to slide the bulbous head of the organ between the wet, swollen lips of the female's sex.

As it registered the heat between the female's legs the creature pulsated with agitation.

It raised another tentacle and held it poised before the female's mouth. As the creature flexed the tentacle another thick sexual organ emerged slowly and moved closer to her mouth. Underwater, a third exposed organ nudged insistently between the female's ass cheeks.

Quivering with anticipation the creature tensed its tentacles and penetrated the female's body in three places. Three thick and swollen sexual organs thrust as one and slipped smoothly and simultaneously into her warm and trembling body.

Mewling excitedly it raised the female clear of the water. She hung dripping in its grasp. Her naked body shone wetly in the bright moonlight. Her arms and legs were held wide. One long tentacle was extended to her mouth. Two more snaked between her parted thighs.

Slowly the creature began to thrust all three organs at the same time. Sliding them from their sheaths in the tentacles, plunging them repeatedly and smoothly deeper and deeper into the female's captive, writhing body.

 

[mirandavillere]

She was absolutely helpless in its grip. Even if she had wanted to resist, it could have overpowered her, each one of its many tentacles being strong enough to lift her with ease. What was surprising was how gently he peeled away her underwear and pulled her legs apart, as if he knew exactly how far her joints could stretch without injuring her. Somehow, when it lifted her out of the water, and she saw her skin glistening with water and his slime in the moonlight, she felt a little stab of shame.

The dozens of little mouths that sucked on her skin, oozing their liquid pleasure onto her seemed to quiver in anticipation. She felt the tentacle pressing between her legs, nudging her exposed sex open, and she squealed in protest. As aroused as she was, as turned on by this monstrous creatures caresses, she knew what it was about to do. She knew it was wrong, and even though she wanted it fervently, she wasn't ready to admit to wanting it. Her struggles made absolutely no difference.

When the tip of his tentacle opened up, and the long thing inside came out, she felt her whole body quiver. Fear and excitement, shock and shame and desire were all so mixed up in her racing heart that she couldn't have separated them if she wanted to. Then the round red tip f the thing pushed inside her, leaking a slicker, more intense oil that would have made him slide in, even if her own body hadn't oiled the passage for it.

She opened her mouth to scream in pain and horror and dizzying ecstasy, and got her second surprise. Another tentacle with another organ waited for her lips to part, and her scream was muffled as the huge thing pushed into her mouth, filling it, practically choking her with hot flesh. At the same moment, a third tip opened against the crack of her ass, and that tight little hole was forced open as well. Other tentacles held her virtually immobile, and suddenly something inside her seemed to break.

A flood of sensation filled her, her body squirmed and shivered in his gentle, unbreakable grasp. It was like being filled with light, and as his organs moved inside of her, the light grew hotter and brighter until she was drowning on the pleasure. She had heard girls talk about cumming before, but what they described was something human, something good, but comprehensible. This was beyond anything she could imagine, and she felt herself spinning at the edge of unconsciousness, overwhelmed by the feelings. Only the pinch of Shokushu's many suckers kept her from slipping away entirely.

 

[adamzapple]

The water seethed around the creature as it mated with the female. Its tentacles writhed continously, caressing her naked, helpless body. Its sexual organs plunged smoothly and deeply while the creature's eyes rolled in its head.

The water was whipped to a seething, white foam as it thrust its organs faster and faster. The creature could feel each organ where it was buried inside the female's warm, receptive flesh. Its excitement continued to grow as it felt the first explosive release of its seed.

The moon shone brightly, illuminating the three glistening organs where they plunged into the female's openings. One by one each organ swelled then spasmed powerfully, ejaculating great quantities of the creatures hot, thick seed. It began to seep from the female's sexual organs but still the creature thrust into her. Its organs made thick, wet sounds, plunging into her flooded openings.

The scent of the female's arousal filled the night air driving the creature to a frenzy. More sexual organs emerged from its other tentacles. It moved them caressingly over her slick glistening body until each organ spasmed and ejaculated, spattering her skin with more of its seed.

Even lost in its own world of pleasure the creature was aware of the female's limits. It sensed the hot blood racing through her veins, the pounding of her heart. It was attuned to every spasm of her body as she writhed in its grasp. Conscious of the throes of pleasure that she felt. Later it would be able to mate with her repeatedly but now it understood that she had to be treated with care.

The first faint light of dawn was visible low over the water as the creature bore the female back to the boathouse. It swam, cradling her in its tentacles. The action of the water cleansed some of its seed from her body and they left a slick, faintly glistening trail in their wake.

Holding her tenderly the creature lifted the female from the water and lay her on the boards inside the boathouse. Its tentacles played lightly over her hot body, stroking her breasts and her thighs, and then it sank slowly beneath the water without a sound.

 

[mirandavillere]

Shokushu fucked her with his tentacles until she was full of his slick goo, and rubbed other tentacle tips against her skin until she was coated with it, thick sheets of it sliding off her skin to float on the water, until the creature had thoroughly spent itself. Then it drifted slowly back to the boathouse and left her there, naked and drenched with its strange secretions.

Hamako bit her lip, her body ached, exhausted from her ordeal. Her legs were barely strong enough to hold her up, and her nighty and panties were lost, somewhere out in the sea with the creature that had raped her. She looked east and saw the sky growing light and sighed. She would tell anyone who asked that she was raped, but inside, she knew it was love. Maybe it had gone too far with her, but he hadn't hurt her, not really.

She began to limp down the trail, back to her father's house, hoping to make it home before the early rising fishermen came out of their houses and saw her strolling across the beach, naked and covered with this monstrous cum.