{Man, this one was quite a trick. I had to google so many octopus things...and I'm still not entirely sure what sort of creature I made here...}
I liked to take my home all over the wood. That was one of the great things about having a magical house; it could do magical things. I had familiar places I liked to stay; near the brook, in certain clearings. But sometimes I got bored, and sometimes I just needed a view out of my window that wasn't endless trees.
That was when I would move my house to the edge of the wood, to the edge of the world. The Endless Wood ran all the way to the ocean; the flora and fauna changing as you got closer to the coast. There, the world dropped off sheer cliffs or eased into sandy beaches. It helped to calm the restlessness, seeing something different.
I never cared much for sand, other than its use in cleaning. But the feeling of it between my toes, and the way it stuck to my skin was unbearable. It was a necessary evil to gain the reward of the sea, though, and so I tolerated the crunching underfoot.
I'd learned to swim as a child, though hadn't done much of it before my banishment. In the castle, water was for bathing, not recreation. Here, on my own, in the wilds, without a stitch of clothing on, water was for whatever I intended it to be for. Today, it was for swimming.
I was smart enough to know not to swim in skirts; that was a quick way to get weighed down to the bottom. Instead I wore only a short chemise as I waded out into the waves. I waded until the sand dropped out from beneath me and paddled out for a little ways before sprawling onto my back.
The waves took me with them, I closed my eyes against the sun and took a deep cleansing breath. I floated out of my body for a moment, in bliss at the purity of the water around me, my soul following the rocking my body was doing. When I came back to my skin, I felt something wrapped around my ankle.
It wasn't a tight grip, more like a piece of seaweed battered by the undertow until it found my leg, but the texture was very different. There was a slick rubbery feeling to the skin, very soft even as the grip became stronger.
I opened my eyes and looked down at my ankle. it was encircled by a dark red tentacle. It couldn't be anything else, not with the way it was sliding up, coiling around my lower leg to the knee, like a snake on a branch. There was panic, somewhere deep in my belly, but I tamped it down and slowly came upright, treading water with one leg, the other still held in that soft firm grip.
The water was deep, too dark to see through, but still I searched around me for flashes of red. The tentacle was wrapped up to my thigh, long and thick and cool as the water. I bobbed up and down, treading slowly, and another tentacle came to wrap around my waist.
I could feel the tug of the suckers on my flesh and the creature hauled me closer to it. The power behind those limbs was incredible, easily enough to tear me apart if it wanted to. Instead of fear, I felt an embarrassing twinge of arousal at the idea of such power wrapped around me.
My heart jumped when I felt a broad chest press against my back, long dark hair dripping wet crept into my peripheral as a man peered over my shoulder down my front. The water frothed around me with the waving of his tentacles keeping us aloft in the waves.
"What are you?" His voice sounded dry and raspy. I'd read about sea creatures having a hard time with projecting their voice through air. I had to assume whatever was cradling me now was used to speaking through a throat filled with water.
"I'm a human." I gasped as one of the tentacle tips lashed out and landed across the swell of my breast. The suckers, just off center of my nipple, made me skin break into goose flesh.
"I've heard of humans, but never seen one. What were you doing, floating there? Are you injured?" The rasp didn't seem to pain him in any way, and it lessened the more he spoke.
"I was just floating. I'm not injured, and I won't drown, there's no need for you to have me so wrapped up. Unless it's for your sake." I could hear the smirk in my voice, though I doubt this stranger could.
"Am I hurting you? Are you uncomfortable?" His grip on me loosened, shifted, lighting up my nerves with every slide of unfamiliar skin.
"No!" I took a breath, tried to adjust my tone to sound less desperate. "I don't mind, really. Are you curious about humans?"
I moved my hand to his forearm, encouraging him to touch me with all of his arms. His skin was cooler than mine, but not unpleasant, it felt like being caressed by the water itself. His skin was smooth beneath my fingers, and his hand slid smoothly across my abdomen, down to the heat between my legs.
"What is this?" His fingers caught in the hair I kept neatly trimmed. His fingers began to glide over my folds, petting the soft curls of my bush. It tickled, but in a highly erotic way, I didn't want him to stop, I wanted him to push harder until he parted me.
"That's my bush," I gasped out, it felt strange to be talking so frankly about it while he was teasing me.
"What's it for?" His chin was pressing into my shoulder, hair running long down my arm, a cape of midnight strands.
"It-uh-it covers my genitals...to keep dirt out... " My voice was far from steady as I tried to give an honest answer. I had no idea what kind of reproductive system such a creature would have, but I had to hope they used the word 'genitals' in the same way we did on land.
"Oh," his voice was thoughtful, he became more focused on his hand combing through my curls. As I watched, he pressed more firmly, splitting my lips and exposing me to the cool ocean water and the pads of his fingers.
My nails dug into his arm as the brush of his smooth digits on my clit sent a jolt up my spine. I spread my legs and leaned back against him, trusting him not to drown me. In hindsight, trusting a stranger in the ocean is not the best idea, but regret has never once occurred to me.
"This brings you pleasure?" I could practically hear the smile on his face, and when I turned my head to see him in my periphery I caught sight of sharp teeth flashing in the sun.
"Yes," I moaned out as he wiggled his fingers, sliding them up and down along my folds.
He huffed out a laugh, the sound more of incredulity than amusement.
