Her reply comes not in thought but in action, her body pressing against mine, her mouth finding mine in a kiss that has nothing to do with oxygen transfer and everything to do with hunger.
Underwater coupling is unlike anything possible on land. Freed from gravity’s constraints, I can support her entirely, my tentacles enveloping her in a living cradle. Through our connection, I feel exactly where and how she wishes to be touched.
I guide us to a sheltered grotto, my tentacles never ceasing their gentle exploration of her body. Each caress draws gasps that form bubbles between us, each touch informed by the feedback loop of our shared consciousness.
Tell me what you desire, I urge, though her thoughts are already open to me.
Everything, comes her response, colored with both vulnerability and daring.
Her permission ignites something primal within me—the ancient nature of my kind that I carefully restrain on land. Here, in my element, I allow that restraint to slip.
I spread my tentacles wide, two wrapping firmly around her thighs, applying pressure in a deliberate rhythm that has her back arching. Her skin is a marvel under my touch, and I’mfascinated by the marks my suckers leave behind. Little red circles that bloom across her flesh like a signature.
I position her before me, her legs spread wide by my grip. For a moment, I simply devour her with my gaze—this stubborn, fierce lighthouse keeper who’s thrown both caution and clothing to the winds for me.
I want to taste you, I tell her, pulling her closer.
Unlike on land, here in the water’s embrace I can easily bring her pussy to my mouth. The first swipe of my tongue draws a silent moan from her, bubbles escaping her lips as her body bucks. My tentacles tighten, holding her steady as I feast. She tastes so perfect that I find myself growling into her flesh.
Through our link, I feel the sharp spikes of pleasure each stroke of my tongue ignites. Two particularly dexterous tentacles join the exploration, spreading her wide so my tongue can reach deeper.
Fuck,she thinks incoherently.
I hum against her flesh, sending vibrations that make her thoughts shatter. Her hands grip my shoulders, fingernails digging into my hide with enough pressure that I feel it even through my toughened skin.
Just as she teeters on the edge of climax, I pull back. Her frustrated groan reverberates through the water.
Not yet, I tell her, rotating her body with fluid motions, positioning her facing away from me.
My most specialized tentacle—dexterous and swollen with arousal—slides between her thighs from behind. It circles her entrance in teasing spirals that have her silently begging.
Please, she thinks, the word tinged with desperate need.I need you inside me.
I push forward, my cock pressing into her. Unlike my previous explorations on land, here I can feel exactly how she perceives each sensation—the stretch as I enter her, the friction of my textured flesh against her inner walls.
More, she demands, pressing back against me.
I slide deeper, feeling her body tense then relax as I fill her completely. The specialized suckers along this particular tentacle—more sensitive than those on my other limbs—pulse against her inner walls, drawing a fresh wave of pleasure that crashes through our mental link.
My remaining tentacles continue their thorough exploration of her body, two curling around to cup her breasts, thumbing her hardened nipples with rhythmic pressure. Another slides around her neck—not restricting, but possessive, feeling her pulse hammer against my flesh. Two more wrap around her thighs, spreading her wider as I begin to thrust in earnest.
Her pussy grips my cock like a vise, hot and slick and perfect. I establish a rhythm that has her mentally babbling, incoherent praise and curses mingling in her thoughts as I drive into her. I sense exactly when to adjust—faster, harder, deeper—reading her body’s responses and giving her exactly what she needs.
My treasure, I tell her.So tight. So perfect for me.
Her response is wordless pleasure tinged with pride. Through our link, I feel her satisfaction at reducing me to such raw hunger, at stripping away my careful control as it’s replaced by a primal need to claim her as mine.
I send another tentacle sliding between her beautifully rounded ass, circling that tight entrance with teasing pressure. Through our connection, I sense her momentary hesitation, then burning curiosity. The tip of my tentacle produces a natural slick substance that eases its careful entry.
Oh fuck, she thinks, her mental voice high and breathless as I breach that second entrance.Oh God, that’s—
Too much?I pause, concerned despite my raging need.
No!Her response is immediate.Don’t you dare stop.
I resume my careful invasion, penetrating her from both entrances while my remaining tentacles continue their attention to the rest of her body. The dual sensation has her trembling, her pleasure spiraling so high I worry she might lose consciousness.
Through our link, I feel her approaching climax—a tightening coil of sensation so intense it borders on pain. My own release builds, my skin flashing with patterns of blue-white light. Neither of us can hold back now.
