Disclaimer : this is the start to a fantasy / monster CNC story. This is purely fantasy and I in no way condone non-consensual actions. This story involves tentacles and a near human creature. But the fantasy element is somewhat mild. With some exceptions, it is close to a normal human non-fantasy CNC story. I had fun writing it so I intend to write a sequel, likely with more fantasy and monster elements. Definitely interested in feedback if y'all have any! I've been known to have a few typos, so feel free to message me if you catch any.
Natasha found herself with a mimosa in hand as the flight neared its destination. With headphones in, a neck pillow around her neck, and her best friend's head rested on her shoulder, she couldn't remember being more comfortable albeit Kimberly probably wouldn't agree. They were headed on Kim's would-be-honeymoon had her fiancé (well ex fiancé) not been fucking his secretary.
Kim is a middle school teacher. With their big day approaching, she had traded her lunch duty for another teacher's carpool shift so she could surprise her fiancé with lunch at the office. The slut hiding under the desk hadn't even tried to quiet the sound of her slurping his cock. Apparently, Kim didn't say anything, innocent good girl that she is. Just walked out in an attempt to regain the aloof upper hand.
However, she told Natasha that her moment wasn't nearly as satisfied as it should have been due to the fact that she heard her ex fiancé groan loudly - in the way she knew he only groaned when he cums - right before the door closed behind her. They'd shared to no words since. She nicely packed his stuff and left the boxes, her engagement ring, and a condom on the porch. Admittedly, that third item was Nat's idea.
Anyways, that is how the two girls found themselves cuddled on the plane five days later. Frankly, Nat hadn't had much luck in the dating arena either. However, it would be crazy to compare the severities as Nat's sex life was more non-existent than traumatic. That's not to say she didn't want an active sex life. She craved it, but also feared that level of intimacy. She wasn't what anyone would call a social butterfly. Instead, she sought attention in less committal ways - "accidentally" brushing her hand against men's crotch when she passed at the grocery store, staring at women's tits while brushing against her own at the gym, even the occasional purposeful outfit malfunction. The last time she spilled water on her white business shirt, she was nearly high watching her colleague's eyes focus on nipples during the board meeting. She was small and petite. Her tits could barely be called B cups, but they got her attention when she tried. She may be shy but her pussy sure wasn't. She was often appalled at herself for the things that made her drip.
But this trip was just for the two of them. Kim's fiancé was into hiking so their itinerary consisted of secluded cabins and other remote site seeing, with the exception of their first night in Iceland. They had a spa appointment and luxury hotel stay at one of those bougie volcanic rock lagoons. The type of place that puts out ads with sexy women in black bikinis walking in steaming crystal water. Honestly, Nat was excited for the hiking, but she was especially excited to show off her new swimsuit - even if it was just her and Kim. It was a one piece, but its back was nothing more than a g-string. Definitely not the kind of thing she'd wear in America, but she was proud of her ass.
After landing and getting settled in the spa's hotel, she slipped that little red one-piece on. She almost never waxed her pussy, preferring a close trim, but had had the strange need to get a full Brazilian almost like she was in a trance. Kim had on a black strapless two-piece. As they admired themselves in the mirror, Nat noted just how easy it would be for the top to slip and expose her tits. While Nat was on the smaller side, Kim was not. Kim had gorgeous D-cups and nipples that Nat had once drunkly noted were nearly the exact size of her own mouth, begging to be sucked ... but Kim didn't swing that way. But it was times like this - when she moved to leave the bathroom and gently slid her hand against Nats exposed ass - that made Nat not so sure. But besides, she and Nat were best friends so it wasn't worth jeopardizing their friendship.
Another glass of champagne in their room and they headed out to the lagoon. So much for an intimate, isolated oasis. The lagoon was packed. Couples hung onto eachother, families splashed around, and kids screamed aloud while playing in the water. The two women exchanged a glance and wordlessly understood the other. They quickly proceeded to the secluded adult-only area. It was an extra 7000 Icelandic Krona (nearly $50) each, but it was worth it.
The area resembled a cave made out of the same dark rock, with the water running all the way to the cave walls. The steaming water and enclosed space created an almost intoxicating heat. There were scattered couples lounging in the water. Although surely against the rules, she would have bet good money that one of the couples was looking at eachother a little too intently while her legs were wrapped his waist and the water rippled rhythmically around them. Nat suppressed a laugh, but couldn't stop her eyes from wandering back to them and their exhibition. Her cheeks flushed just a little.
They dropped their towels on a poolside chair before walking eagerly into the water.
"Fuck the water feels so good," Kim said as she playfully splashed a little bit of water in Nat's direction. Despite being isolated in the cave enclosure, the water had an almost neon blue glow to it. Nat couldn't see any light source, but it was definitely illuminated somehow. "Thank god that asshole liked to whip his dick out for any blond with tits. Or you won't be here with me for this." Although she smiled while making the joke, Kim still had a sad look in her eyes.
"Yeah. And thank god those tits belong to desperate whores who can't control themselves at work (Nat knew she wasn't one to speak, but Kim didn't know that) or you might not have found out 'til too late. I can't believe she didn't even stop sucking him while you were standing right there." This apparently didn't cheer her up quite as much as the teasing comment was intended so Nat added, "Hey I bet your pussy is tighter than any bimbo he's had." Their laughs seemed to echo through the cave, causing several of the other patrons to glance in their direction.
Of note, a group of three men looked the two women up and down before they approached. They caught Nat's eye, but she didn't remember seeing them when they came in. The men had a deadly confidence about them, like they owned the water itself. Something didn't feel quite right. They didn't say anything to each other as they closed the 100 meters or so, but they looked from one to another and their faces changed as if they were somehow communicating. Two of the men looked relatively benign (relatively being the key word - in any other context she would have been appalled but the air they carried), but the middle man walked a little in front of the other two and had a menacing look about him. Something about his tan skin, curly black hair and even blacker eyes. Honestly, Nat thought, it was more likely the smirk that caused her warning alarm to go off. And her pussy to throb just a little.
Easy prey, he thought and his smirk widened.
The other two men stopped right in front of the two women, but Nat was surprised that he kept walking past them. Her heart dropped just a little in disappointment. "Welcome to Iceland," the man closest to Kim said. He made no effort to hide his stare as his green (no, yellow Nat thought) eyes slid up and down Kim's body - fully visible in the crystal clear water. Kim wasn't blind, but she pretended not to notice as she smiled politely.
"Thank you! We just got in. I'm Kim and this is Natasha."
He took an ever so small step towards her. Again she pretended not to notice.
He did not introduce themselves in return. "If you're looking for any ... activity recommendations, we live just a few miles north of here. We're happy to provide recommendations to women as sexy as yourselves," the man said.
"That is very kind of y'all. How could we ever repay you," Nat said with dripping sarcasm and exaggerated enthusiasm.
The second of the two men standing before them - the one closest to Nat - spoke for the first time. "You could share that tight little pussy you two sluts were boasting about." He smiled, but it didn't translate to his eyes which were dead serious. Nat glanced around to see if the other patrons had noticed their situation. Everyone was in their own little world. Nat noted that it looked like the previously-fucking couple was still at it, only now she was pressed against the cave wall, still submerged in water.
Nat was pretty sure some of her favorite porn started in similar ways, but she knew Kim wasn't looking for any sexy fun in this trip. "Ummm ... we're not interested ... Sorry if we disturbed y'all earlier. You know Americans, always so loud. (No one laughed) But we're going to ..." the word "go" caught in her throat as she took a step back into the mysterious third man. She hadn't even realized he was standing behind her. Her ass pressed against his groin and his chest was on her back. She tried to take a step forward and away from his touch, but he stepped in sync with her, keeping himself pressed firmly against her. She had no doubt that the bulge she felt was his hard dick. But it was more than that. There was a heat radiating off of him that seemed to pull her back, closer to him. She pushed the thought of him on top of her - intimately intertwined - out of her mind.
