3. Poseidon

Poseidon

3

The moment the sun rose on this glorious morning, I knew my time had come. The day was calm, but an electric tension hung in the salty air, hinting at the storm brewing on the horizon.

I watched the contest winners being announced through the eyes of a god as Isla whittled away at that lower lip of hers, listening to the man who broke her heart by refusing to call her name. The anguish I could see on her beautiful face mirrored the storm clouds gathering overhead, dark and menacing, until the sky was an inky black.

A flash of brightness lit up the heavens, followed by an ear ringing clap of thunder that shook the ground. In that instant, a bolt of lightning struck the sand of my crown, its energy coursing through the grains and infusing me with power. Finally, I can be the Daddy my lonely little island needs.

From the glowing spot where the lightning struck, my essence molded into the figure of the sea deity Isla lovingly crafted, using me as her sand. My particles swirled and solidified, creating a towering figure with a body as strong as stone and eyes that glow with the intensity of the firebolt that made me. I am sand, but I'm also so much more, and with this powerful, godlike body, I'm ready to claim my woman.

Before I could go out and search for her, she came running to me. And now, I have her in my arms, exactly where she belongs.

She trembles in my embrace, palms resting on my chest, warm and soft. She's so alluringly soft. I want to explore every inch of her, mark her silky skin with my abrasive touch.

"Do you know how octopi mate, little one?" I muse.

"W-why?" She's obviously startled, but she holds her ground and doesn't flee. It's clear I've piqued her interest.

"Call it professional curiosity." I brush a tentacle across her back. "You gave me these tentacles. Do you know what they can do?"

Her head wobbles from side to side like the flip of a fish's tail. Her gaze flicks down to my tentacles like she's trying to determine where I might be hiding my cock. I want to laugh at the thought. An ordinary human cock will never give her what I can.

It's clear she can't keep her eyes off of me, though from fear or desire I can't exactly tell. Perhaps the line between the two is too thin even for her to discern. Despite my immense size and power, I make sure to hold Isla gently. My touch sends a shiver down her spine, and I can sense a connection between us that feels as ancient as the sea.

Two of my long, rough appendages, tendrils of living sand, move with a deliberate grace. They reach behind her and delicately undo the halter top bikini she's wearing. The teal-colored fabric, now free, flutters like a forgotten leaf in the wind before settling softly at my feet.

"That's better." My gaze dips to her heavy chest with a smile. "Much better."

Reaching out, I use my hands to explore her with a tender curiosity. The smooth feel of her skin under my calloused fingers sends ripples of sensation through me. My thumbs brush over her nipples, and her breath turns ragged.

"Are they tender from how much you want me, little one?"

Her temper is as fierce as the storm that birthed me, and her voice is steady as she turns my question against me. "Are your tentacles tender?"

Her impertinence churns a pulsing sensation low in my gut. One part of me wants to spin her around and spank her for her brattiness. The other part wants to laugh in amusement.

"Incredibly so. Even the slightest brush against them is all it takes to make them spring into action." Without warning, I wrap one around her hair and give a firm tug. I drag another sandy extremity down her bare back and around to her waist, pulling her into my body, so close her tight nipples scrape against my rugged chest.

Admitting how affected I am by her, dulls the spark of anger at my brass question about her breasts. In its place, there's a charged curiosity. "And… how do octopi mate?"

The word mate falls from her tongue with a little shiver that has nothing to do with the cold rain wetting her skin and tightening her peaked rosy buds.

"This tentacle," I brush a tendril along her hairline, "This one is different from the others. You can think of it as a very long, very thick, very dexterous cock."

That very long, very thick, very dexterous tentacle-cock, traces the edge of her ear with a precision better than any finger tip. I let its warmth envelop her as it wraps around her neck and lifts her chin.

Her gaze meets mine, pupils blown wide like the deep darkness of the sea at night. Her lips part and her little pink tongue peeks out to wet them. My tentacles pulse and the one wrapped around her neck tightens, the tip trailing down between her breasts.

"With this, I'll possess you. I'll reach so deep inside you I'll implant myself in your soul and never leave." The tip of my tentacle cock reaches the dip of her belly button, circling slowly. "I'm going to reach all the way into your womb and fill you with my seed until your belly is round with my child. I'll touch you in ways you can't even imagine, stroke places no one has ever been."

"Do it," she whispers, breathless.

So beautifully eager.

"Hm," I smirk. "First, I believe I owe you a necklace."