A tentacle rises beside me, the one with smaller suckers that he used in the cave before. It trails along my arm, leaving a line of tingling sensation.
“Female was promised relief,” he says. “This one keeps promises.”
The tentacle moves to my breast, suckers attaching to my nipple. The sensation is immediate and overwhelming. Suction and secretion combine to send pleasure straight to my core. Another tentacle mirrors the action on my other breast.
“Please,” I gasp, already lost to the sensation.
“Specific requests, female.”
“I need... inside. Please, I need to be filled.”
“Not with breeding tentacles. Female understands?”
“I don't care. Anything. Just please.”
He turns me in the water, my back against his chest. His arms wrap around me, hands cupping my breasts while his tentacles position between my spread legs. The first touch to my clit made me cry out loud enough to echo off the grotto walls.
“So responsive,” he murmurs against my ear. “Days of denial making female desperate.”
A tentacle pushes inside me. Not one of the large breeding ones, but still thick enough to stretch me. The suckers activate immediately, attaching to my inner walls in a way that makes me see stars. It begins undulating, each wave of motion hitting different spots inside me.
The orgasm crashes over me immediately. My inner walls clamp down on the tentacle, trying to pull it deeper. He holds it steady while I shake apart in his arms.
“First of many,” he says. “Female needs more.”
Before I can recover, he builds me again. A second tentacle joins the first, stretching me wider. They work in tandem, one pushing deep while the other withdraws, creating a rhythm that makes thought impossible. The tentacle on my clit maintainssteady suction that pulls another orgasm from me within minutes.
“Good. But female can take more.”
A third tentacle circles my ass, secreting something that makes the sensitive nerves there light up. It doesn't penetrate, just teases, adding another layer of sensation that makes me sob from intensity.
I lose count of the orgasms. They roll through me in waves, each one pulled from deeper places. His hands never stop moving, pinching my nipples, stroking my throat, tangling in my hair. His tentacles moved with an unnerving purpose, each pulse and twist perfectly timed to my body's reactions.
When he finally stops, I'm limp in his arms. Barely conscious. The desperate edge is gone, replaced by a different kind of ache. Not painful anymore, but hollow. The orgasms helped, but my body knows something is missing. Those breeding tentacles it craves.
“Better?” he asks.
“Yes. Thank you.”
“Female's body still calls for proper breeding.”
“I know.”
“This one could provide it. Could fill female with breeding tentacles. Lock inside. Flood her with seed until she was heavy with it.”
“Why don't you?”
“Because female hasn't earned it yet.” He swims us back toward the cave system. “Must prove she truly chooses this. Not just body's need, but mind's acceptance.”
We surface near my original island. Smaller now at high tide, just the peaks of coral formations visible. He lifts me onto the black sand shore.
“Rest,” he says. “Tomorrow brings new challenges.”
He starts to sink, then pauses. “The relief was temporary. Female understands? The need will return.”
“I know.”
And then he's gone, disappearing beneath the surface. The scale in my hand stays warm for a moment, then gradually cools.
