Skinny dips into a pool of rock, Elara encounters, and a friendlier Octopus.
Elara At 24 was the epitomization of an adventurer. Her soul was as wild as the rocky coast she would often explore. In this particular night the moon was shining like a silver coin floating in the sky, shining its light on the ocean, inviting her to take off her clothing and relax in the warm embrace of her private pool.
The water was hot the skin, tightening it as her nipples grew harder in the cold. She floated in the cold, her long chestnut locks fluttering outwards like a dark halo her thoughts lost in the vastness of the sky over. However, solitude was not what she was able to find this evening.
An ache at her ankle was enough to shake her out of her trance. As she looked down, she saw an enormous, vivid Octopus with tentacles, which appeared to move in the shadows of the night’s light. The octopus’s touch was unusually soft and wrapped around her ankle and making her sink a little further to the bottom of the ocean.
“Oh!” Elara exclaimed with excitement, her heart beating within her chest. “What are you doing?” The voice of the woman was mixture of awe and a growing joy she couldn’t identify her brain struggling to comprehend the actuality of the situation.
The octopus didn’t respond through words but instead with actions. A tentacle wrapped around her other ankle while another grabbed her wrist, locking her in a gentle, but firm grip. Elara’s breath was tense when the tentacle began to move through her thigh and its grip felt both foreign and intimate. The suckers left trails of tingling sensations which made her skin tingle in anticipation.
Her eyes swam through the air in a state of panic, searching for any indication of human activity. In the distant distance, she could see the silhouettes of a few people moving on the shoreline, but they were too distant to be able to clearly see, yet close enough for an extra excitement to the encounter she had planned. “Fuck, there are people,” she mumbled with her breath soaring and the possibility of being observed creating a smoky edge to her anxiety.
The tentacle travelled on to her thighs and inner parts and its wet, cool feel contrasting with her warm skin. “Oh, my God,” Elara groaned with a voice that was low and shaken as she felt her body getting more wet, her excitement unmistakable even in the sea’s cool water. The tentacle touched her clit, releasing sparks of excitement which caused her hips to move without a reason.
“I shouldn’t want this,” she gasped with her body, revealing her resentments as the tentacle started to make her entry point. It was heavy, it was rough but pliable, and when it approached her she was overwhelmed by a feeling of the fullness of it. “Oh, fuck,” she exclaimed, her tummy tightening around the stranger, the sensation of being pushed by something that was so new, so alien that it sparked her senses.
Her eyes were drawn to distant figures, making sure they were at a safe distance, with the excitement of possible discovery enhancing every feeling. “How can this be happening?” she asked, her mind in awe, unable to comprehend the creature’s actions in relation to its own nature. “Does it even know what it’s doing?”
Another tentacle spotted her anus, with its tips covered in salt water. It was pressing lightly initially, before gradually moving into. “Oh, shit, that’s… too much,” Elara groaned with a voice that was simultaneously awed and shocked. The feeling was intense, the tentacle in her genitals matching with the vaginal area and both squeezing together while twisting and turning within her, each move deliberate as if the animal was aware of the subtleties of pleasure.
Elara’s wetness grew, her body responding with a flurry of arousal, which mixed with seawater, making the tentacles move more easily through her. “Please, I can’t… I shouldn’t,” she pleaded however her pleas were weak. Her body was bending towards the surface, begging for more. The real-life scenario was just too stimulating.
Two tentacles also landed on the breasts of her, suckers grabbing her the nipples and twisting them into a dance of delight that made her writhe. “Oh, yes, just like that,” she began to repeat in a voice that was full of passion, every pull sending electric shocks and exuberance through her body and her screams becoming more increasingly louder and more desperate as she looked towards the figures in the distance.
The tentacles within her moved at a controlled speed, filling her to the brim and stretching her to her limit. “I’m so full,” she complained, squeezing every inch of tentacles as they moved through her body. The feeling felt overwhelming. The sensation of being completely in the grip of this creature that came from the depths and her mind pondering the way it could be able to know the nature of what was happening.
Elara tried to contain the building gasp but the constant stimulation was just too excessive. “I’m going to… oh, fuck, I’m cumming!” she yelled with her voice echoing over the cliffs surrounding her as the orgasm shook on her. She felt her pesky gripping the tentacle with an elongated grip that resembled a vice with her anus encircling the other with waves of delight.
However, the octopus wasn’t finished; it appeared to be able to feel her climax and was pushing further into her, filling her with more when she came to a halt, her screams turning into intense, loud screaming of joy. “Oh, God, don’t stop, don’t stop!” she exclaimed her body shaking in the rage of her gasp the wetness of her body now visible in the water surrounding her.
As the climax was beginning to ease, a third tentacle appeared, and the sensation of being infected through three three tentacles three tentacles, the vaginal one, another in her anus, and one simply teasing her clit was just too to bear. Another orgasm was forming that was more intense, her amazement of the octopus’s expertise and ability remains fresh in her mind.
It was like a whirlwind of sensations, with the tentacles pushing, twisting, and taking over her. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck,” she murmured with a raw voice and her mind is a blur of delight and amazement. Tentacles seemed to dance in her body, each step sending waves of joy throughout her. She was piqued with a ferocity that appeared impossible for a creature from the sea, with each stroke pushing she closer and further away from the edge.
“I’m cumming again… oh, how… how can this be?” she yelled with her voice echoing throughout the night. The orgasm grew into a wave, each one of pleasure hitting her with greater force than the previous. Her anus and pussycles were tucked over her tentacles the muscles were tense, and the entire body shaking with the intensity of her final peak.
The tentacles of her did not just push; they turned, they pulsed They seemed to know precisely the best place to put pressure on and strokes, which area to teasing. The breasts weren’t lost; the suckers in her nipples continued to play their endless game which added to the chaos of sensations. Every pull, every bend of her nipples sounded an additional wave of joy through her body, her moans becoming a constant, loud cry of delight that mixed with the sounds of ocean.
Elara was feeling as if she was engulfed in the feelings, her brain was unable to comprehend the realisation of what was taking place. “Oh, God, it’s too much, too good,” Elara cried out with her eyes drooping when another wave hit her, this time bringing the lips of her which was both an appeal to be more, and also a resolute surrender to the overwhelming joy.
The tentacles engulfed her completely and stretched her to the limit, and the feeling of being so completely intoxicated, so intensely awed by this beast was more than she could have ever imagined. The moment she entered to a stop, it felt like the body of her was no longer her own, with every nerve ending was lit and every muscle contracting in the rhythm of ecstasy.
Then, as her body began to settle it, the tentacles retreated slowly with each massage that left her feeling full and satisfied. Elara was lying in the water, her breath rough and her body still feeling tingly from the aftermath of her gasps. She glanced back at those distant silhouettes, now merely silhouettes against the dark with her secret thrill secured but her memories of it exciting and vivid.
“Thank you,” she whispered to the darkness with her voice barely audible and her thoughts drifting in the surreal intensity of the moment. The shock lingered as the mystery about how an ocean otter was able to have such a close relationship with humans was never answered fully. The encounter was a blurring of the boundaries between fantasies and reality. It was a moment she would cherish and debate at the same time, and forever remembered in her memory for a time as one of the more ecstatic and bizarre experiences of her life.
