Chapter 4

Just when I think I will pass out, she removes all of her tentacles from my sensitive body. Her lips are still on mine as she breathes life into me. We stare straight into each other's eyes as we float just below the surface of the water.

I want to ask her so many questions. Why did she do this? Who is she? Will she do it again?

None of them can escape my mind however since I can't speak below the water. Who's to say she even understands what I will say. This day has turned into something else entirely. A day at the beach that has led to me being fucked by tentacles and brought to the most amazing orgasm in my life.

Taking a deep breath in, I pull back from her and she releases me. Lifting a tentacle to her lips she blows me a kiss and then dives deeper into the ocean depths. No matter how hard I squint, I can't see her anymore.

She's gone and I most likely will never see her again.

Is that something that really bothers me? I let a strange creature in the ocean fuck me until I almost passed out. Yeah, I haven't fucking lost it or anything.

I give one last look down before I break the surface of the water and take a long desired deep breath of salty air. My lungs burn and my body throbs. The reminder of what just occurred below the ocean's surface.

I adjust my bathing suit as I look around. I'm closer to the shore than I'd been, but still far enough that I'm alone. A darkening circle draws my attention as I slip my breast back inside and I freeze. It really happened.

The bruised perfect circle from her sucker dips below my top and along other areas of my body. Fuck. What will everyone think when I reach shore? Will they think I was attacked or will they see that the tentacles are in the most sensitive areas I possess?

I make sure that I'm completely covered and I swim for the shore. I can't stay out here all day or I will burn or drown. When my feet hit sand, I stay just beneath the water as I look around at all the people on the shore and in the shallow waters. No one has even glanced in my direction.

Searching the sands for my belongings, I spot my towel and bag sitting right where I left it. Mary is gone and a man is sunning in her place. Good. At least she won't ask questions.

Moving through the waters toward the shore as the sand tries it's best to make me stay right where I am. Lifting from the water, I do my best to ignore everyone as I rush right to my bag and towel.

Snatching the towel up, I wrap myself in it and grip my bag in my hand as I rush away from the beach. Heading for the hotel and the safety of my room. No one stops me as I rush off the beach and into the safety of the awning of the place.

Luck is on my side as I rush toward my door and push my key into the slot. Not a soul is in sight and I slip inside the room. Leaning against the door, my heart racing as I remember all of the things she did to me. The way she destroyed me and pleasured me all at once.

I drop my bag and towel on the floor and stare down at my thighs. The criss cross of the circular patterns weave along my skin as they turn darker and leave a blueish purple tint behind.

I untie my top and drop it on the towel. Pushing my bottoms off at the same time. I rush to the mirror and stare at my naked body and what she did to me. It all sinks in so deeply as I realize that what happened had been real. That this wasn't some figment of my imagination or that I wasn't sleeping on the beach as I dreamed up the magical woman.

No. She fucked me ten ways to Sunday and fucking hell I want her to do it again.

Dragging myself away from the mirror, I pick up the stuff left by the door and drop them in the small washing machine on my way to the bathroom. I think a hot shower and then a nap is in order.

The cold tile on my feet reminds me of the cool ocean and then that reminds me of her. Nothing I can do distracts the thoughts that are just swirling in my mind. Would I really be able to go back into the ocean and find her again?

Shaking my head, I turn the knobs in the shower before climbing beneath the water before it even warms up. The icy bites to my skin remind me I'm awake and alive. As the water slowly warms against me, I can't help but to relive the day over and over again.

Who fucking would have thought a vacation came with a trip to the psych ward?

I can't tell anyone about what happened. They would lock me up despite the evidence littering my body. Not one soul would think that a sea monster did this. They would think I swallowed too much water as a freak octopus tried to drag me down into the ocean for its dinner.

Yeah. No thanks. I'll keep myself out of the padded room and just hide the evidence until it fades away.

I finish showering off the salt and sand. Turning it off, I climb out and cherish the soft towels this place has as I rub along my overly sensitive skin. Not even bothering to put anything else on right now, I just drop the towel on the counter and head for the bedroom.

The bed calls my name and I slip beneath the covers naked and relaxed. Closing my eyes as I will myself to sleep. Every spot her tentacles touched throbs with a remembered need. Ignoring them the best I can, I turn on my side and slumberland drags me underneath its grasp.