Don't Go Swimming Alone

To describe the sight of this creature peering back at me from the rippling surface of the gloomy water is something I lacked the vocabulary to adequately convey, though the fear it stirred in me was both primal and unerring. Its entirely too-human-looking eyes were bright, too bright for the dusky light we were now bathed in, as if a glow was emanating

from

them.

I was still panting and catching my breath as we gazed at each other in the stillness and silence, my fear floating away on the gently lapping waters still caressing my heated flesh. How a creature can convey to you that it will not be harming you, that you are perfectly safe in its presence with a simple, unblinking stare isn't something that is typically possible... or at least wasn't possible until right that moment.

My breathing gradually slowed as we floated there, and the grip of fear on my chest dissipated, to be replaced with gentle anticipatory flutters. I was still prone on my back, wrapped in this creature's tentacles, though the embrace was now something comforting and seductive. Even though I had just been thoroughly pleasured by this alien creature, my desire only escalated in its restrictive hold.

As we continued to stare at each other, I felt myself begin to move under the gentle and alien ministrations of this creature's muscled, snake-like appendages. As I was pulled through the water, I realized I was being carefully and tenderly flipped over and turned until I was placed as though I were standing, though still very much floating, at the lake's surface. The tender way they handled me was so at odds with the passionate way I had just been ravaged. I realized then, with a jolt, that the creature had removed its tentacles from inside me at some point I hadn't noticed - the absence of them leaving me wanting. Watching on, I noticed a quick dart of the creature's eyes around the features of my face, and I was sure it had found a tell of that feeling written there in my expression.

As my maneuvered journey stopped, I was now aligned face to face with my mysterious captor, though still several feet lay between us. Now that the world was no longer upside down, I could fully take in this creature's unusual appearance and did so greedily.

The hair on the creature's head was thick and wiry, with a waxy quality that was reminiscent of sturdy, evergreen foliage, only far more sinuous. It hung down to the top of its shoulders in beautiful, wavy strands, and seemed to repel enough water to not stick to the creature's skin.

Its face was shockingly humanoid in its structure and appearance, though the ridge of its nose appeared to hold no nostrils at all. The rich, warm, blue and purple hues of the early evening were conducting a confusing melody of colours on the creature's face. The twilight palette gave its skin the appearance of being a pale grey, though it was difficult for me to tell what the reality really was.

Full lips, a strong jaw and a harsh quality to the ridges of this creature's cheekbones made me sure that whatever this creature was, it was the male of the species. It had a bare and humanoid torso, with two heavily muscled arms and broad, defined shoulders. What lay below its waist was still shrouded in mystery however, as the rest of this creature's form was hidden below the surface of the murky water.

All in all, the creature before me was undoubtedly handsome in his entirely unique way, and I bit my lip as I regarded the undeniably masculine planes of his chest, a gesture which the creature noticed and mimicked, as if testing out this new expression for himself.

His teeth were considerably more carnivorous than that of a human, with sharpened canines ending in wickedly pointed tips, making him look for all the world like a vampire lost at sea.

The tentacles he held me with so tenderly writhed and pulsated as they kept me there, goosebumps prickling to life in their wake. I was feeling emboldened by the sense of safety I was now awash with and decided to try to communicate with the creature holding me captive. He did after all appear to have two small holes on either side of his head where his ears should be.

I steeled myself and asked, "What do you want with me?", my voice coming out in an unexpectedly husky purr.

His eyes darted to my mouth as I spoke and a small grin quirked at the corner of his mouth, as if he were pleased that I was able to communicate in a way he was somewhat familiar with.

He didn't respond in words, but his smile grew wider as his eyes stayed fixed on my mouth.

A sudden, fast movement made me jump as he slid effortlessly through the water a few feet closer toward me. A reaction he didn't fail to notice and, as though trying to calm me, he placed one of his hands over his chest and dipped his chin slightly as he met my eyes with a suddenly solemn expression. An apology perhaps?

I smiled at him gently, trying to reassure him it was a purely instinctual reaction, and his face softened as he lowered his hand again. He slid towards me again, this time with a slowness that spoke of his desire not to unsettle me. I felt a rush of warmth at the kindness of that gesture and my own smile broadened as he inched ever closer - silent, smooth and sure in the comfort of his domain.

A mere two feet lay between us now and he held both of his hands aloft, palms facing me, something I took as a sign of him trying to reassure me of my safety here in his closing proximity. The sound of the water lapping between us, bouncing back and forth between our bodies, accompanied the sound of my breathing until he was just a ragged breath away from me.

He bobbed slightly as if treading water, though I was sure the tentacles which encased me were there in place of legs and I marveled at the strange beauty of him under the breaking of the starlight.

He slowly lowered one of his hands, leaning his head down slightly to fix his eyes on mine, appearing to check for any sign of apprehension. I didn't move, working to keep an open expression and gentle smile on my face as he neared me with his strong, open palm.

As his skin touched mine, I gasped slightly and closed my eyes in reverence. The feeling was exquisite. That same, rubbery and slightly slippery quality that his tentacles held was a feature of most of him it would seem, though his palms seemed to have a slight gripping quality to them. As his palm moved across my face, I could feel the whirls of the intricately woven patterns there, similar to the slight ridges of our own fingerprints, though more pronounced to better suit a life in the water.

He tenderly stroked my face with his large hand and, as I reopened my eyes to meet his, I found an ember of desire catching swiftly in his, desperate to ignite. He held my face there as our eyes locked and scoured each other's for meaning, understanding and mutual feeling. Mine must have been roaring its assent from my stare, as his gaze became hooded, and a low rumbling sound began to emit from his chest as he regarded me.

The look in his eyes, that sound resonating through him and the water right through to the very core of me made me suddenly desperate to touch him, too. I yanked gently against my wrist bindings, nodding towards my bound hands to try to convey that I wanted them to be released.

Either I was a particularly talented mime, or he was as intelligent as he appeared, as he immediately released his tentacles from around my bound arms. I let my arms gently fall to my sides and float on the surface of the water between us for a moment, flexing my newly freed fingers, before reaching up with cautious slowness to place my hand on his sculpted chest.

He only rumbled louder as my hand approached him and as soon as I made contact with that slightly slick, rubbery skin of his, his eyes closed, and he tipped his head back to face the darkening sky.

I tentatively explored him there, gently tracing the firm curves of his strange, greyish skin, slipping my fingers over the slick expanse of his broad chest. His jaw seemed to clench as my hand began to skirt lower, scouting over his abdomen as I studied his face, watching for the minute expressions there as I explored him, though he made no move to stop me.

I wanted to know him completely, I'd decided. Wanted to know everything I could about this strange being. Wanted to please him, too, if I could. But I had no idea if our anatomy aligned. He seemed to confidently know his way around mine but was that due to experience with other humans rather than our matching anatomies?

I stroked lower and lower on his abdomen, determined to find out. His jaw clenched so firmly now that the muscles along the tight angles of it were straining with the effort. Despite this point of tension, the rest of his body language remained open and relaxed. That deep rumbling sound he made remained unbroken, giving me the confidence to continue my exploration.

I took a small breath, trying to ready for what I was about to do.

I began to move my hand even lower and I worked my way down until I got to what on a human male would have been the start of wiry curls of hair. As I did, his head snapped up and his eyes burned into mine once again with that glowing intensity. He still made no move to stop me, though his jaw remained tight, and his hands were now clenched fists floating on the water's surface.

I continued to tentatively touch him and found that there was no hair where I expected there to be, and no sign of this being removed in any way. I continued to skirt my hand downward, unbothered if a little confused by the absence of hair there, before very suddenly coming to a stop.

Our eyes held each other in a captivated dance of emotions as I tried to make sense of what I had found. What I felt beneath my curious fingertips was nothing at all like I had expected. He'd obviously felt my sudden stillness and an element of my shock had likely flickered across my face. He regarded me with his head tilted slightly to the side with a quizzical expression on his own.

My fingers were not brushing over the base of a shaft as I'd anticipated, but a very thin vertical slit in his flesh, about 4 inches long. The flesh was warm and even more slick than the rest of him and I paused there, unsure of what to make of what I had found. It didn't feel like something on a female at all but more of a pouch or a pocket of some kind.

He watched me patiently, with the whisper of a smirk playing around his lips. I think he was likely aware of my confusion in this moment of hesitation, but seemed happy to let me continue to explore at my own pace, which I happily did.

I swallowed down my sudden stunned apprehension and brought my other hand down under the water's surface to play around with this unusual part of his body. I began to rub my fingers slowly up and down the warm, slick slit and he again tilted his head back and closed his eyes, that purring rumble he emitted becoming even louder.

Feeling more confident at his obvious pleasure, I pressed one of my fingers to the center of the slit, finding there was some give to the flesh there. I applied slightly more pressure until, with a slight popping sensation, my finger slipped just inside the encompassing warmth. The move caused him to let out a grunt, but the expression on his face was not one of discomfort or pain. I knew that expression. That was the face of a creature very much enjoying himself in this moment, and the thrill of that caused my desire to swell.

I pushed my fingertip further into this deliciously soft part of him until my fingertip bumped against a firm nub tucked just inside his slit.

As I tried to piece together what I was feeling and how I could possibly please him when I wasn't even sure what I was touching, I somewhat absentmindedly rubbed against the hardened nub with my finger, circling over this new piece of flesh in a large O formation. My finger slipped easily over this small mound due to all his natural lubricant and as my intention developed, I was able to work him in a pleasantly rhythmic fashion, and he groaned again from his throat as I did so.

After a few more moments of circling, I removed my finger to use both of my hands to spread this slit open wider so I could gain better access to whatever this nub was, resolving myself to give pleasure to this creature in the best way I could, even hindered by my lack of understanding around his unusual parts as I was.

As I pulled either side of the slit open, however, I was not greeted with better access to the nub. Instead, a large,

very

large, slick appendage sprang free with a firm, forward-jutting movement as if it were spring-loaded to release.

My hands jolted back at this unexpected find, and I peered down between our bodies at the tip of this pinkish-grey thing between us that emerged from the surface of the water. It seemed to look like a cock, with a wide flared head, but was more flesh than skin coloured, and glistened wetly with a thick coating of the muscus-y substance that coated his skin.

I looked up at him then, his face still pointed at the sky and jaw clenched impossibly tighter. So... apparently this was completely normal for him. Ok, good.

I couldn't deny my nerves and slight alarm at this unexpected turn of events, but I wasn't deterred from my goal.

I looked back down between us and decided to work his shaft in the ways in which I was familiar, and gripped the head of his cock firmly in my right hand. He grunted again, this time bringing up one of his muscular arms and gripping my shoulder with one of his strong hands. As I slid my hand tentatively down the entire length of him, I felt his tentacles, still wrapped around my body and legs, clench in unison.

I smirked a little myself then, the pure satisfaction at causing this magnificent man to slowly come undone under my amateurish touch was a heady thrill.

As I gripped him more firmly, I began slowly working my hand back up and down his large, slick shaft. It widened as my hand worked down the length and was more veined than I'd expected, with large ridges of them protruding from the surface. As my hand worked down him further, the width grew to an unbelievable size, until my hand couldn't fit all the way around by quite some margin. I swallowed again, imagining what it would be like to have this huge, ridged cock inside me. Fucking me. Filling me...

After what felt like forever, I reached the base again and felt where the cock protruded from the slit I had been working earlier, and I marveled at how this huge thing could fit inside there so perfectly.

I brought my other hand to join the first and wrapped it above my right hand, gripping his shaft firmly in both. I then worked my hands up and down him, circling the tip with tightening fists as I reached it.

He groaned again, and his tentacles writhed wildly, causing the water to ripple around us as though brought to life by his thrashing. He brought his eyes down to watch what I was doing to him. My still needy pussy throbbed in pleasure as I watched his clenching jaw, lustful gaze and tensing muscles as I pumped his slippery cock with my hands.

He put his other hand on my opposite shoulder now, appearing to try to steady himself as I worked him. The slick sounds of my hands gliding up and down his cock made me ache for the feeling of him inside me once again. I pumped him faster as I moved, and his tentacles gripped me harder in response, almost painfully so, but serving only to cause me to gasp out my excitement at their firm hold on my overly sensitive skin.

He began to thrust ever so slightly as I pumped his thick cock, and I watched as a bread of thick pre-cum began to form at the small slit on the head of it. Feeling daring in this unusual encounter, I dipped my head down slowly as I continued to work his cock with my hands, feeling his tentacles squirming ferociously all around us now.

As I lowered my head right down, I opened my mouth and, pausing briefly to gather my confidence, I darted my tongue out and licked the small drop of pre-cum from the tip of his cock as I kept my eyes trained on his.

He bellowed an unfamiliar word loudly into the muted sounds of the night air, seeming to shake the trees of the forest that surrounded our watery realm with the force of his cry.

With my lips still pressed chastely to the head of his cock, I took a moment to appreciate the sight of him. His face was a picture of shock, delight and desire as he gasped for breath, his jaw now open as he panted. He crooned under his breath in a strange language as his tentacles caressed the skin of my thighs and I pressed another tender kiss to his tip as the sweet, briny taste of him coated my tongue.

This vision of him in such an obvious state of arousal at what I was doing to him was pushing me ever closer towards a feral state of my own and in the blurry haze of this experience, I whispered my desire out between us, letting the words drift out in a rush of heated breath onto the chilling evening breeze.

"I want you to fuck me so badly" I voiced, the note of pure desperation I felt tangling between the words and binding them tightly in my need as I uttered them.

I don't think it's that he could understand what I'd said at all, merely that he was thinking the same thing I was in that shared moment, where language no longer seemed necessary.

It didn't surprise me at all then as more of his muscular tentacles wrapped around my bare waist and hips, lifting me effortlessly from the water as droplets of the lake rained down from my naked skin, pebbling the surface between us.

He moved with a desperate sort of haste now, and as he held me there above him, he gripped the shaft of his own cock with one of his large hands and positioned it at my slick and clenching entrance. With the briefest shared glance of purest desire between us, he slammed me down on to his impossibly thick length with a rough push. He didn't ease his force until I was completely impaled on him, my cunt full and tight around his twitching and lubricated girth. The moment our bodies joined completely, we both screamed out our echoing pleasure into the looming darkness around us.

To be continued...