He got his wish as several more stroked their way around his body, slithering and coating him with her warm slippery natural slime, the suckers on her tentacles careful sticking then releasing his skin slowly, teasing him. One of them finally buried it's way down past the waist band of his boxers, finding his already solid hard cock and the tip of the tentacle stroking his balls, the suckers gently probing them. He moaned and this only made her smile even brighter, her tentacles immediately focusing more attention on his cock, one wrapping around it completely, then undulating around it in such a way that Marc experienced a nearly instant orgasm, his cock starting to pulse. But Aliha simply loosened her tentacles around his cock with a giggle as she heard him groan sadly at being so close then denied. But she rewarded him with another sweet delicious kiss even as her tentacles once against assaulted every inch of his body, so much touching and sucking all over it was like there were a dozen women all over him with their lips. Aliha giggled and then cooed softly as she leaned close to Marc's ear her voice so seductively soft in his arm as she spoke, "You are truly a well endowed man indeed, one such as you is more than worthy of being my husband, or are you still wanting to escape from my grasp hon?"
'Escape...' he thought to himself, 'Escape to where? That lonely house on the edge of the sea, the life of a hermit who is only good at drawing, that no human woman wanted to be with because he lived in such shambles? But do I want this... do I want to give up my life and become a slave to her lusts until she is satisfied then cast back down to the emptiness of my life?' Marc was at war with not only his own heart but the urgings of his own body as it cried out to experience pleasures no human woman could ever hope to bring him, yet to what end if he was to be cast out from the sweetness of her embrace someday?
He lowered his head turning it away from Aliha and for a moment she was surprised he had enough will power to fight the sweet aphrodisiac her tentacles were now producing, no other man had ever been able to so much as blink once he was touched by her in this way. This man was much stronger than she imagined when she first saw him, so brave to cross the raging, dangerous currents to save her and still defy her most intimate touch, but worse still she was exhausted. She had spent the better part of three days clining to that rock, her tentacles so bound that she could not free herself from the heavy lead weight net. If he had not come when he did she surely would have ended up falling into the darker depths of the ocean, an easy meal for the true monsters lurking down there, and that more than anything frightened her beyond belief. If she did not manage to seduce him into her embrace and get him to accept her, her body would fail her and she would be at his mercy with no hope left at all. Even with all that rolling about in her mind like a summer seas storm, within the eye of her swirling emotions one emerged strongest, 'I want you my darlin' human, more than you could know... My life and my heart are yours if you will have them...'
"You have to promise me, Aliha..." His voice snapped her out of her nearly exhausted stupor and she focused her lovely eyes upon his own deeply endless ocean blue gaze, so much more attractive than any human she had seen. The smile Marc wore upon his face was so soft and gentle, nothing like the lustful depraved looks she got from most humans, it was such a sincere expression of compassion that her heart crested as if riding a tsunami. Marc's voice was clear and as if it commanded the sea itself, the waters around them began to calm, sunlight gleaming down around the pair as he continued. "Promise yourself to me and only to me, Marc Halder, and that you will never leave my side... never leave me alone."
"You need not worry about that my love..." Marc felt Aliha lean against his chest, her wet hair draping itself upon him as her tentacles slowly embraced him with such loving tenderness while her breathing slowed gently to a crawl. At first Marc smiled at her stroking her hair softly and marveling at the silky softness of it, but then he noticed that she was no longer swimming of her own accord, and he began to worry pulling her up so he could gaze into her eyes. They stared back at him with such kindness and yet he could see they were losing focus slowly, and she reached out touching his cheek once more, whispering, "Yes Marc I am yours, I have spent so many years alone, frightened, desperate to find one who would love me beyond lust... You are that one... Marc..."
"Aliha? Aliha!? Damn it!!!" Marc clutched Aliha tightly to his chest as he started swimming as hard as he could, pushing his own body to its limits, knowing he had to get to his pack so far away on the shore. It was a long ten minutes before he was able to finally drag his weary body and that of the lovely Scylla ashore, breathing hard and deep but still crawling his way over to his pack rummaging through it. Finally he pulled a green flask from within and hurried back to the edge of the water where the waves lapped at Aliha, quickly opening her mouth and pouring the liquid into his own mouth, Marc leaned down pressing his lips to hers. 'As you gave me the life essence I needed to survive, I give you this in return, now please live...'
Marc held her, held the Scylla, held his love and wife to be close in his arms as the sun made its way through the sky, hours passing with nothing but sea spray and splashes from waves to cool their bodies. He kept Aliha in the water as much as he could to keep her from drying out, but what worried him more than anything was how that amazing warmth was slowly fading from her body as more hours passed. As the sun slowly began to touch the western horizon all Marc could do was hold Aliha in his arms, his every thought and wish to see her smile again even as her body began to turn pale...
To be continued...
