The sun glints off the still waters of the lake, as it slowly makes its way past the horizon. She stop to skip a rock across the lake, the ripples slowly spreading across the mirror smooth surface. As she notices, a large dark shape making Its way towards her. Gliding under the water Its wake obliterating the the small ripples she made as It draws closer to her.
As she realizes it is heeding her way she manages to unstuck herself from the fear that grips her as she turns and runs, she slips and falls face first on to the rocks. She lands face first, the stones clatter like so many bones, as she bloodies her nose.
Pushing herself up she feels something cold, wet and slimy grip her ankle and drag her back towards the shore. She twists and kicks but it is to no avail, the black oily and spongy flesh of the tendril holds fast as more hover near the shore, few blossom open in to seven petaled maws with a large wicked curved claw at the tip of each petrel. These dart forward ripping and tarring off her clothing deftly, leaving only a trail of rags as she is dragged, more grip her leg, arms and midsection.
A bulbous tipped tendril hovers over her as she try's to catch her breath panting, it shoots in to her mouth with unnatural speed, jamming her jaw open, as it secretes its sickly sweet and biter juice flooding her mouth, causing her to gag and choke as she drinks from the fowl knot. Her nipples harden and point towards the cold uncaring sky, her pussy starts to ooze and drool turning in to a waterfall of slickness. As if on cue the of the maw like tendrils latch on to her breasts, the claws piercing her pale skin, thin trails of blood oozes down as she screams around the muffling flesh gag, as her blood trickles down in thin streams, her back arches as something jabs in to her nipples, her screams mellowing in to moans.
A thicker tendril slides out of the water making its way up, sniffing around in towards her cunny until with its pointed tip, it effortlessly slides past her engorged lips, in to her abnormally small hole forcing it much wider, as it wriggles in pulsing as it dose so. It pulsing gets faster as it enters her womb pouring it self in till it fills every nook and cranny.
One of the smallest tendrils slides over clit sucking and vibrating, as the rest of them join in, each having a different frequency driving her over the edge of orgasm. She writhes in pleasure that mixes with pain as the two tendrils attached to her tits pump something to her, starching them out in to a pair of flesh balloons, crisscrossed with new stretch marks. As small lumps make their way from the waters edge up the thick tendril, it pulls most of its self out leaving only a bit in her womb as the first lump pushes against her neater lips, slipping in and hitting her cervix painfully before pushing past it invading her womb.
