*Contains breeding, sex with a sea creature/octopus like tentacle creature. some elements of non consent. Also contains outdoor sex, public sex, and overly promiscuous behavior, along with unsafe/unprotected sex.*
Down by the water's edge part 1
Morgan was originally from the beautiful mountains of North Wales, but her heart had always loved the sea more than the often fog shrouded hills and mountains. Even when she was young, she would get in trouble for sneaking away onto a local bus through long winding valley roads, that would eventually let her out in a quiet, less popular beach town a couple of hours away.
She was at the age of forty now, and yet still she was ever drawn to the sea, even though less opportunities had led her to work far from it, in a bustling city she rather hated. She had gone into the office as usual that Monday morning, ignoring her arrogant and insufferable older boss as he leered at her ass as she walked past. It was several hours later when she was told she had lost her job, a smug looking, much younger secretary standing nearby.
She refused the offer to stay on a little longer to 'train' the young woman who barely seemed to have a single brain cell, the girl couldn't even figure out the coffee machine, let alone complex reports.
She walked out with an oddly unexpected sigh of relief, she had never felt comfortable here, or welcome. Despite the dire warnings of her parents via text, saying she had to be 'responsible' and find a new job instantly, she decided to instead follow her heart.
She packed a small case, asked her sister to take care of her flat for a short while, and hopped on the small, two carriage train out of the big city. She had enough savings to splurge on some time away in her favorite old sea cottage.
When she reached the station she smiled at the clean sea air, the sound of red kites soaring overhead, and a few ponies galloping across an adjacent field, the mountains sprawled out beyond the station, the sea hidden on the other side. The long walk out to the old cottage was tiring, but one of her favorites.
The old white stone cottage rickety and ancient, but charming and always with such a beautifully calming air about it. She dropped her case, changed into more casual clothes, and sipped a strong tea as she stood in the small garden breathing in the salt air from the nearby dunes.
The walk to the sea was a short one, out the gate, down a long quiet lane, past a few very old, now abandoned cottages, and into the dunes. Sticking to the wooden decking style path was a must, as much time as she had spent here growing up, she had still managed to get lost in the sprawling, huge mounds of sand more than once. Oddly phones often stopped working, and anything technical often malfunctioned, giving the beautifully eerie dunes an even more mysterious feel.
She wore loose summer trousers and a large warm oversized jacket that was more like a blanket to keep the strong sea breezes from giving her a chill in the early autumn sun. Her shoes were off as soon as she had traversed the long and winding path through the dunes and hit the sands of the flat beach. It was so gorgeous here, multitude of beautiful birds passed by, unafraid because of how quiet this spot was. Not a soul was about, just how Morgan loved it.
She walked along the shore, the waves lapping at her ankles, the sea cool but not cold as she strolled and soaked in the sun and salt air. That was when the odd occurrence started, she felt a brief tiny sting in her foot, looking down she expected a possible jellyfish, but saw a long thin tentacle shrinking away from her foot and back into the deeper waves. Her foot stung and throbbed for just a moment. Then she blinked, and it was as if the vision in front of her flickered, the seashore changing slightly. She stumbled and fell to the sand, head spinning as she gasped for air.
Then it all stopped just as suddenly, her foot didn't hurt, and she stood, dusting herself off and blinking in utter confusion and a little fear. No sign of the tentacle, and now she noticed something she had thought had never been there before. A small island just offshore, she swore she had never seen an island around here before. As she watched, the waves seemed to shift oddly, a small sand bar leading to the island. She felt this was just getting stranger, but had an urge to go explore and see what was on the little spot of land in the water.
She warily walked across the thin strip of sand leading to it as she watched around her, all seemed well, other than the wind having died down a little. It was a longer walk out through the waters edging the strip of sand than expected. But when she got there, she saw a thin beach that seemed to go all round it, and bushy trees protecting the center. The sand here was different, a pure white that shone in the midday sun. She looked back, noticing she could barely see the beach and dunes, but something allayed her fear and drew her to explore.
The trees were bushy, but at foot level they had gaps to pass through without much trouble. She was surprised to see a clearing much like a tiny oasis, a beautifully turquoise pool sparkled in the sun from above, surrounded by oddly grass and pure white sand. A small grey stone cave lay at the other end of the pool, reachable only by swimming it seemed, with an opening that looked to lead into a cave.
Morgan was half convinced she was back at the cottage dreaming, as she had never seen such an idyllic little spot anywhere near here. But she slipped off her trousers, only having her underwear on, and kept on her swim shirt. She had spare trousers and shirt in her bag. She took off her jacket, feeling warm as she folded it neatly into her bag and hung her bag from a low branch on the shores of the pool.
She sighed in bliss as she walked into the pool, the water warmer than the sea had been, but clearly still sea water from its fresh salt scent. The way it warmly surrounded her as she waded deep was wonderful, it quickly dropped in depth so she had to paddle to stay afloat. It felt so good washing over her shoulders and neck, like a warm embrace. She swam around enjoying the oddly warm water, until she came to the cave opening.
It was bright enough, having some holes above somewhere that let in shafts of golden sunlight. It led to a pool in the middle, deep enough she still had to swim, with a very odd oval ledge in the middle, of some kind of white or clear stone that sparkled, maybe quartz. There were ledges inside the cave on the far side that could be climbed, and a deeper part above where she could hear the tinkle of running water. Now she knew she must be dreaming; this was right out of a beautiful fantasy land.
Then her foot throbbed and she winced, pulling herself up to the quartz center ledge and sitting on it to lift her foot. She only saw a tiny odd blue dot under her heel, but when she tried to brush it off it felt like nothing was there. She pressed at it, and suddenly she groaned as a wash of heat ran through her body and her pussy pulsed so hard she gasped. What the fuck was that she thought, as wetness gathered at her inner lips and her body shivered.
She shook it off, slipping back into the water to swim up to the side ledge, this took more wiggling to pull herself up, but despite her wide hips, heavy breasts, and generous curves, she was also strong. She clambered up the smooth rocks, and came to a small spring way above and to the left in a little hidden corner. She may have been highly educated on history, but she had no idea if a spring in the middle of the sea was normal, she presumed not. But at this point the only way she was coping was to assume it was all a dream anyway.
But her mouth was dry from the walk, and her bag with her water bottle was outside, so she cupped her hands and caught some of the cold water, sniffing it and giving it a sip. It was the cleanest, freshest water she had ever tasted, and she drank deep, enjoying how refreshed It made her feel.
She climbed back down and took a rest on the smooth quartz like ledge in the center, feeling warm, calm, and surprisingly tired as she lay back. She watched the beams of sunlight sparkle on the water around her, determined to take it all in before she woke in reality. Her eyes closed as the water lapped at the edges of the cave.
She woke feeling mostly warm, but cold in spots, and with her back aching, she groaned and yawned. Then she jolted awake at the feel of something cold wrapping around her ankle. She instinctively tried to pull away, but couldn't and she whimpered as something wrapped around her other ankle, the rock was smooth, so as it pulled her into the water she gasped, unable to grasp anything to hold her on it.
She took a deep breath as she was yanked hard enough, she slipped off the rock and under for a second until she resurfaced gasping. She scrambled back onto the rock, wrapping her arms around her legs and shaking. She could see something large moving under the water, as she caught her breath and wiped her fringe way from her eyes, her wet ponytail heavy on her back.
Then the thing surfaced, two large tentacles holding onto the edge of the stone she sat on. It was a huge octopus, its head and body about the size of her head and upper body, but wider. It was a gorgeous midnight blue, with what seemed like dots of iridescent colors all over it. When its bog eyes opened, they were wide and dark, and seemed like small galaxies, she was instantly mesmerized. Her fear melting into the background, just her survival instincts still screaming at the back of her mind, now overridden by the calm the octopus was making her feel.
