Deep Blue Cove

He had been waiting to go on this trip for years, saving when he could and working an extra weekend here and there to pour directly into the travel fund. It was worth it. The bright turquoise water felt perfect against his skin as he waded into the warm tropical sea, the hair on his legs and arms swaying gently in the currents as he relished in the feeling. He smiled to himself as he adjusted his snorkel and goggles before diving in.

It felt incredible, surrounded by warmth and life as he gently pushed his way through the shallow water, his breathing slow and steady through the plastic tube as he glided under the lapping waves. He had heard of a small cove near the resort from a couple of young women who were working the kitchen and dining area that morning. He had woken early, and had been charming and funny, joking with them as they were setting up the breakfast buffet. They had recommended it as a great place to swim and be alone in the sea as it wasn't found in the brochures or promotional material, and he intended to find it.

He had told his partner where he thought the cove was and was planning to spend a few hours exploring along the beach while she worked on a deadline her boss had insisted could not wait. She told him to go, to have fun, and she'd catch up with him when he returned for dinner. He had given her a deep hug, a kiss, and told her he'd be back before dark.

For the first hour or so he simply swam and walked along the beach, getting further and further South of the resort. By the second hour the tourists had thinned and he found himself at the end of the beach, with a large upthrust of rock disrupting the sand and pushing out into the sea. At first he thought he could swim around it, but after a few attempts, he realized the formation moved out even further underneath the surface and went farther than he was willing to go. He had just about given up when he saw a break in the rock wall, a small cavern that barely peaked above the waterline, and was only visible between waves. He swam up to it and saw that it was wide enough for a person, two or three in fact, and dipped downward but appeared well illuminated from the other side. The young women had told him that the cave was easy to navigate, and short, going down just a bit before moving upward again inside the rock formation, with a small, sheltered cove on the other side.

As he braced himself against the opening and pushed into the entrance of the small cave he looked down into the water and noted that the cave only went underneath for about five feet before pressing into the sand below, and while it was brightly lit, he was a little concerned that he couldn't see the exit. He furrowed his brows as he considered the risk, but knew he could hold his breath for a few minutes and that if he couldn't find his way in half a minute, he was confident he could turn back with enough time. He put his hands into the slightly cooler water of the cave and muttered "here we go" before diving in, feeling his skin pucker at the change in temperature as he pressed downward.

He moved deeper into the cave and found it fairly easy to navigate as he descended to the sand, then tilted his head and shoulders upward as his feet pressed into the bottom and pushed back up for the second leg of the tunnel. He felt some disappointment and mild concern as he did not see bright sunlight streaming in from the other end of the tunnel, but rather the dim lighting of reflected sun illuminating about a ten foot length that reached the surface. He covered this distance quickly, his head breaking the surface of the water less than fifteen seconds later, and instantly realized something wasn't quite right. The cove was there, exactly as the women had described it, and while the sun was not washing over his face, it did cover roughly half of the small, crescent beach and much of the opposing wall. But something felt off, the air wasn't as warm and the hair on his neck was standing on end.

He shook it off as nothing and swam over to the small beach, feeling the warm sand under his hands followed by his feet as he pulled himself out of the sea. His brief moment of concern felt silly now as he found himself happily exploring the small cove. In less than ten minutes though, his limbs started feeling heavy and he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. He attributed the sudden exhaustion to his early rising and jet lag, and decided it would be a great idea to lay on the warm sand and take a short nap.

He found a good spot near the center of the beach, where the sun would likely not be blocked by the rocks on either side, and laid on his back, the warmth and soft grit of the sand feeling welcoming and safe as his eyes quickly closed and his breathing softened. Just before sleep overtook him, he heard a soft sort of fluttering that briefly woke his concern again, but the feeling lasted only a fraction of a second before he was deep in sleep.

...

He felt something brushing against his leg, something soft, yet firm, with a slightly slimy texture. His tired mind couldn't make sense of it, but he didn't want to open his eyes. He simply groaned in annoyance and tried to roll to his side away from the sensation, but as he rolled the sensation remained, and a similar something was now pressed against his forehead. The sensation continued to migrate up his leg, over his calf, around the back of his thigh, and against his right buttock. His mind instinctively knew something was wrong, and his mind tried to rouse him with a flush of hormones and glucose as his stress response activated, but he couldn't shake the overwhelming tiredness he felt and it took all of his strength to pry his eyes open to try to look at what stupid thing was touching him.

As color flooded into his view he found an undulating sea of deep purple in front of him. He couldn't see the cove, the beach, the sea. Just a powerful mass purple flesh in front of him, resembling how he imagined a tangle of massive snakes would appear, a slight sheen of a thin mucus making it shine in the light. His drowsy brain couldn't make sense of it, and even as his body recognized a threat and flooded him with more adrenaline, his reactions felt sluggish and weak as he tried to push back away from the mass. He didn't get far.

The purple flesh was a powerful tail, attached to a much larger creature that was out of his view, and the tail rapidly wove around his neck and shoulder, pinning him in the sand while the rest of the creature came into view. He had heard of sirens, mermaids and the like, but had never heard of something like this. It was a woman, or at least appeared to be, with deep green hair intertwined with a few pieces of kelp, dark blue eyes with no real sclera or discernable pupil, somewhat wide features reminiscent of Pacific Islanders, wide shoulders with powerfully muscled arms, large, heavy looking breasts, and a muscled stomach that transitioned halfway down to the deep purple tail that had him pinned to the ground. He thought for sure this must be some bizarre nightmare, but the discomfort from the weight and strength of the tail felt very real.

He couldn't move, and the siren above him didn't speak or show any sign of further action. She just stared at him with her vaguely disconcerting, but oddly comforting eyes as he lay there unable to move and oddly not feeling the need to strain at his bonds. He felt compelled to say something and began to open his mouth, but no sooner had his lips parted than a powerful tendril pushed into his open mouth. He froze in fear as the warm appendage filled his mouth and squirmed around pressing into his cheek first, coiling and uncoiling itself in his mouth over and over as if looking for something. Oddly, he didn't feel the immediate panic he would have expected at having his airway threatened, and within a few seconds felt an even heavier sense of calm as he tasted something he couldn't quite place, salty, but somewhat sweet and fragrant. His eyes lazily moved to the side even as his body relaxed under the strange pressure of the tail and the odd taste of the tendril in his mouth, and there he saw what was pressed against his leg and buttock.

Like the siren now above him, this creature was something from myth, but different. A scylla, his weakened mind managed to piece together: the body of a woman, this one with deep blue hair thick with curls, dark black eyes, more narrow facial features than the siren but more of a fat layer underneath the light blue skin, her arms thick but soft and her breasts large and heavy over a swollen stomach that looked like it would be pregnant if it were on a normal woman. Below the stomach was what was in his mouth, eight massive, powerful suckered tentacles like an octopus nearly ten feet long each surrounded by hundreds of smaller, smooth tentacles that oddly, resembled an uncircumcised penis.

His mind couldn't understand what was happening and while logically he should be terrified, or at least very worried, instead he felt this overwhelming sense of calm that kept pushing back against his self-preservation instinct as the tentacle in his mouth slowly pushed its way back into his throat. He felt it move past his uvula, briefly cutting off his airway before pulling back into his mouth and thrusting again. He gagged the first few times, and then grunted with each thrust, feeling his ever slowing thoughts struggle to understand that he was being throat fucked by this beautiful and terrifying creature. His shorts shifted slightly as his own cock, up until this point soft and unaroused, throbbed with each new thrust. His cock ached painfully as he felt his body respond to these strange creatures, his skin becoming more sensitive as it became coated in the slick substance secreted by the siren. He felt his lips and tongue begin working, almost involuntarily, over the tentacle cock slowly stretching out his throat.

The siren coiled around his body, lifting him slightly off the warm sands of the beach and into a small depression created by the curves of her tail. His head fell back, gently being dangled over the purple flesh and his eyes widened in surprise as he felt a final thrust of the small tentacle filling his mouth. The slender, warm appendage dove down deep into his throat, pushing further than it should have been able to go, and pulsed as it held its position at the junction of his stomach and throat. He felt a heat move down the tentacle, changing the warmth in his mouth and body from mild and pleasant to hot and nearly painful as this scylla pumped him full of her ejaculate. He could feel it emptying directly into his stomach, filling him, making his abdomen expand and become firm as the fluid filled him quicker than his body could move it along. He didn't even feel the panic as his airway was cut off, any fear he felt completely faded, taken away by an intense, forced, and undeniable arousal.

His hands twitched pitifully as he tried to move his pinned arms, not in an attempt to escape, but desperate to release his throbbing cock from his shorts and begin stroking it. Instead, he watched as he held his breath, choking on the tentacle cock as the scylla cried out gently in a soft voice, her serene manner at odds with what seemed like an orgasm filling him with ejaculate. The siren's body moved toward his waist, her human hands gripping the shorts and tearing them off with a powerful motion, inconsiderate of the marks the tearing fabric would leave on his skin.

He moaned in deep pleasure as his cock felt the warm air of freedom and precum dribbled steadily out of the turgid head. He gasped as the scylla's tentacle was pulled from his mouth, leaving him feeling empty and abandoned before that feeling was quickly replaced with bliss as the siren opened her own widel mouth and took his cock in it. It felt incredible, different than anything he'd ever felt before with a human. Her lips were soft and plump creating a wonderful seal around the base of his cock as what felt like two tongues worked either side of his cock as she sucked on him, her massive breasts pressed against his stomach and hips as her tail unfurled off of his upper body and instead wrapped around under him, pulling him tighter against her vast and warm body. The thin mucus on her tail coated the "human" half of her body as well, feeling nearly hot to the touch and increasing sensation as it touched him. Each brush of her flesh, whether intentional or not, shot pleasure through him and brought him closer and closer to orgasm.

He was so focused on the siren devouring his cock that he had nearly forgotten the scylla until he felt the large tentacle surrounding his right leg and cupping his buttock move. It slid with a similar slick mucus, making his leg feel on fire with pleasure as each suction cup began gently "kissing" each inch of his flesh as it moved further up his body. He felt the end of the tentacle, quite dexterous, press against his right buttock, the suction cups creating a tight seal and then pulling the cheek apart to expose his asshole. The instant he felt the air on it, it puckered first and then relaxed, opening up slightly before he felt one, then two of the scylla's smaller tentacles pressing their slick, firm ends against it.

He felt intense warmth shoot into his ass and out from his cock as the two tentacles entered him, pushing past his weak sphincter and quickly filling the open space of his guts with foot long lengths of slimy, pulsing tentacles as his cock pushed out ropes of thick, potent cum into the greedy siren's mouth. She didn't swallow it though, he stared, wide-eyed, as she rose from his still throbbing cock and opened her mouth, her sharp canines showing as his thick, pale cum drained from her lips and down her neck and chest, coating the inner sides of her breasts as the scylla relentlessly pounded his ass. The siren leaned down to him then, her heavy breasts sliding over his chest and soaking him in his own cum and her slime as she kissed him deeply, her two tongues coating his mouth with his their juices before pushing into his throat like the tentacle cocks had a moment ago.

He was helpless, completely held in place by them both as their slick bodies and tentacles slid all over his over-sensitized skin and into his holes. The scylla's swollen, veiny stomach and huge breasts were pressed against the side of his head as her tentacles slid over him, prodding and searching for new purchase as another two of the smaller ones slid along the first two into his ass. The siren released his mouth as the scylla pressed a breast against his lips. He did not think, he did not consciously choose his next move, his mouth latched onto the swollen, thick nipple and he began to suck desperately at this creature. She moaned out in pleasure as he felt a rush of warm fluid enter his mouth and he greedily swallowed this strange milk as if it were life itself. It was delicious, thick and savory, and flowed into him as her other breast let down and began to gently drip and spray from the nipple onto her swollen stomach. He wanted all of it, wanted to drain her.

He felt the siren move as the scylla dominated his mouth and ass, and soon he felt a new sensation on his still-straining cock. She had lowered herself onto him, a large slit in the front of her tail opening like a pussy as his cock pushed into it. It was hot, strong, and slick with a fluid that felt somehow astringent and extremely pleasurable. His blurred mind managed to think of his partner and how it felt somewhat like her pussy, strong, trying hard to pull the cum from him. He moaned around the scylla's milk as he came, again and again, the siren insatiable as her pussy had somehow latched onto him with active suction, pulling every ounce of his cum, every individual sperm cell inside of her.

As the siren drained his balls completely, he felt something change in two of the tentacles in his ass. They flared open at the end, feet deep in his guts he could feel them open as a swelling at the base of each of those two tentacles moved toward him, ascending the tentacles and pushing closer to his ass. He came again as he felt the masses push into his ass, then deep into his guts before pushing out of the open tentacles. He could barely think, but he could feel everything and knew that the rounded, soft masses were eggs, the scylla was using him as a host, and he loved it.

He felt four, then eight, then twelve, then dozens of the eggs push into him and fill what felt like his entire. He felt so full, so happy as he drank from her and took her eggs, and his cock pulsed and twitched pitifully as it tried to push cum out of his empty balls into the siren which was now pressing him as deeply into her as she could. The scylla's hand cradled his head and rubbed it in a loving manner, her eyes oddly gentle as she looked down at him, feeding and breeding him. She smiled warmly, pulled her breast from his mouth and kissed him deeply, her tongue, slender and long, sliding into his throat and thrusting into it as she held him there.

He felt the flow of eggs stop and the two other tentacles began to thrust desperately in and out of him. He knew what was happening as her tongue and tentacles violated him... she was going to fertilize her own eggs inside of him. He felt her tongue stiffen in his throat and tasted her savory cum again in his mouth as she retracted it, smiling again at him as the tentacles in his ass pulsed and pounded, the siren sliding into position where the scylla had been, pushing her breast into his mouth. The siren whispered into his ear as she cradled his head and fed him her sweet, thick milk: "You have bred me human... and now she will breed you. I will carry your children and you will carry hers..."

His eyes widened and his mind screamed in agonizing pleasure as his cock tried desperately to shoot cum again, but instead he just felt his entire body fill with warm, thick liquid as the scylla cried out in ecstasy. She bred him, filled him with so much cum that it dripped from around the tentacles and pushed out through his mouth, filling his entire body with her. He choked on it briefly before desperately taking the siren's breast back in his mouth, needing that milk more than he needed air.

He felt the scylla slowly pull her tentacles out of him, the wet sound of them flopping against the sand echoing in his ears as his ass closed around the eggs moving slowly inside of him, settling into the thick pools of cum that would make them viable. He barely noticed that her stomach had flattened, still plump but no longer swollen and straining with dozens of eggs. His was now full, distended, his own body now appearing massively pregnant. She smiled at him as the siren fed him and slithered on top of him, settling her tentacles around him and sliding his still hard, but empty cock inside of her body. He had no idea what he was in, but he felt more incredible than he ever had and could not even think of leaving as they rested atop him, feeding and emptying him over and over.

He began to fade away, unable to stay awake as they undulated around him. His eyes couldn't stay open and hard as he tried his drowsiness was quickly overcoming him. The last thing he heard before he fell asleep was the splashing of water near where the cave opened into the cove, and a feminine gasp, a voice he knew very well...