Page 3 of Salt and Knot

My nose is in the fresh air. I’m looking over towards the huge old house—or the tip of the roof that’s just visible from the waterline.

The tentacle that was proceeding up my thigh had paused, and now moves again, shifting one sucker at a time. I’m helpless to move.

I can’t even tread water anymore, because I’m so tied up by the creature. But it’s holding me firm as the water shifts around me.

An octopus? A squid? I can barely think about what this might be.

There are shifter alphas, but that’s wolves and lions and… The thought is cut short by my legs being gently but inexorably prised apart.

Another tip of a tentacle is circling my other nipple, and I writhe as it pulses bliss down to my core. I should be terrified, but instead, I’m on that knife edge of fear that a scary movie has. Pulse racing, twitching, all my senses elevated.

The tentacle at the seam of my thigh and torso proceeds with what feels like deliberate tension. One sliding sucker at a time. The one closest to the top of my leg is small, maybe only the size of my fingertip. But it moves slowly and surely, and I bite down in disbelief as it creeps to the slit between my legs. No hesitation now. It doesn’t stop.

And god help me, I don’t want it to.

My pussy is throbbing. If I wasn’t naked and in the water, I think I’d be getting wet. I can almost feel the slick pouring from me. Is that what it is? I’ve never had it before. Because I’ve been on suppressants since I was a teenager, I haven’t ever had a heat, or had sex. I’m only going by what I’ve heard from my omega friend.

But whatever it is, I’m undeniably turned on by this creature who is taking liberties with my body.

The finger-like end of the tentacle slides over where I slit open. I’m needy and jerk with pleasure as it glides onto my clit. The sucker covers the top of my clit, and tugs, almost like an experiment.

I moan around the solid gag of the tentacle in my mouth, and it pulls at my tongue. It’s a demand, and another tentacle wraps itself tighter on my upper chest, shifting until a sucker has covered each nipple. My legs are being held open, my hands fixed in place.

Then there’s touch lower than my clit, and then it rubs up against my entrance. I tense up. That’s… I can’t.

I can’t stop it, but I’m a virgin, and this will hurt.

My eyes begin to water.

The arm—not an arm but it feels like it—squeezes and caresses me, and my stupid brain takes it as reassurance, because the touch at my entrance has paused, rolling over the sensitive outer lips.

The sucker on my clit moves, and for a second I think it’s going. Leaving me, and the disappointment is a wash of distress.

But it’s just replaced by a larger sucker that completely encloses my clit. The pressure is light at first. Then it amplifies, getting stronger, and fiercer, dragging the bliss out of me. It makes me pant. It’s too much. Too intense.

I come, the ecstasy bursting through me, a wave smashing into me and washing away any fear or doubt with overwhelming pleasure. I pulse on the tentacle, gripping it involuntarily with my inner muscles as I convulse, every limb out of my control. It rolls through me, white-hot. I’ve been burning up, but this orgasm is cool relief.

And then the soft nudge at my entrance becomes insistent. I’m helpless, but I’m so relaxed from the orgasm that’s ebbing through me. And the tentacle pushes slowly into me, tiny bit by bit.

Small at first, then further, as though relishing my submission. It’s the same temperature as the surrounding water and is soothing against my heated self.

Forced submission, but nevertheless, I allow the penetration. My body accepts it without my say so, and it’s like this monster knows every emotion and feeling that goes through me. It pushes deeper into my virgin space. I’ve never even explored that myself, and I’m full, immediately.

Then fuller.

Tighter.

I ease and the sucking on my clit intensifies just as the tentacle inserting itself into me stretches my inner walls to breaking point. The pleasure and pain mix to a peak, spiralling me up, and up.

Being restrained, the sun on my face, and the thick tentacle in my mouth heightens everything. I’ve never felt this out of control, and it’s insane, but I like it.

I give myself up. I can’t fight, and the sparkles of bliss are melting any final resistance.

Then the tentacle inside me reaches the limit, nudging further so I can feel it all the way under my ribs. It’s stunning. I’m overcome, taken and owned, and I haven’t seen anything of this creature except the brief sight of the part he’s using as a gag.

He? It feels right. He.

He pushes at my inner walls, expanding, and I try to gasp. He coils up, and goes hard. And then it’s a shove, as though he’d be more inside me if he could, consuming me.