By the Lake

Bree knew, without really understanding how, that she shouldn't be here. Something about this area gave her the chills. There was probably something out there, a creature or threat or whatever, that she wasn't supposed to encounter. If she ran into it, who knew what would happen to her then. She didn't want to find out.

Gripping tightly at her dagger, Bree carefully weeded her way through the foliage. The underbrush was thick, but not unbearably so. She hacked at branches that got in her way, ducked under spiderwebs, and jumped around suspicious bushes. It was hard to avoid getting caught in something, and the obstacle course that was her path was quickly tiring her out.

Glancing further ahead, checking her surroundings, she cautiously continued onward. Only when she saw what looked to be a secluded lake of sorts did she pause. The lack of trees and suffocating jungle canopy gave way to clean air. She could breathe deeply and easily.

Feeling more relaxed now that she was out in the open and not trapped in that forest, Bree put her blade away and settled by the lakeside. Checking its clarity, she found she couldn't quite see the bottom, but it looked safe enough to drink from.

She tested a sip or two before gathering mouthfuls in her hands. Two or three times she splashed the cool water over her face and head, refreshing herself. She rinsed off the grime that had collected on her arms and legs, and washed the bottoms of her boots for good measure.

It felt wonderful to sit down and relax for a few minutes. After securing herself a nice spot by a log that had long since been dead and settled by the lakeside, she lay down and rested. She slept peacefully, none the wiser to the rest of the world. If she had been just a hair more of a lighter sleeper, just a hair less tired than she was, she probably would've noticed something surfacing from the depths of the lake.

Two large figures surfaced in the middle of the lake, peeking out like a group of naughty children around the corner of the hall. They looked at each other before slowly approaching the lakeside where Bree rested. They made no noise as they swam closer, the water rippling around them silently. When they reached the lakeside, they stopped and stared at Bree.

One of the figures swam a little closer and slowly came out of the water. It had a large bulbous head with two pit black eyes that connected to a neck and wide torso. The torso fed into tentacles of various sizes, four tentacles near the top of smaller size that looked like they were for grabbing. Its entire body was in hues of blues, greens and yellows.

The creature crouched low, but when it straightened up and peered down at Bree, it stood at a height well over eight feet tall, its body supported upon its tentacles as thought it were legs and feet. It was clear this was not the full height they the creature could obtain.

The other figure in the water came out as well, just the same as the first, and came to join its brethren as it studied Bree. This one was more of the color of purple, red and blue, standing a little taller than the first creature. It reached out with a purple tentacle and prodded Bree curiously. It opened its mouth to reveal a wide, pronged tongue that flicked back and forth.

The smaller of the two looked back at the taller one and flicked its tongue in return. This was how they communicated. It too reached out with a tentacle and curiously brushed Bree's face. Bree didn't stir as they continued to curiously touch her. Only when one of them decided to lift her leg and inspect at a closer range did she wake.

She opened her eyes groggily and turned to look at the tall creature who was touching her. Confused, realization quickly set in, followed doubly quick by shock and fear. She longed to scream but her voice caught in her throat. The tentacled creatures blinked at her, amused and entertained by her. They reached for her with their many appendages now that she was awake and playfully pokes and prodded her. They seemed to be testing her reactions much like kids with a new, unfamiliar animal.

Bree squeaked and flinched as they touched her, frightened and uncomfortable. She didn't know whether to attack or just stay still and let them do as they pleased. Were they harmful? They didn't seem to bring any harm with them, but who knew what would happen if she angered them.

Forcing herself to keep still, she let them brush over her arms and legs. They caressed her skin, little suckers kneading and massaging at her muscles. Though she knew she shouldn't, Bree felt good. She didn't mind so much that they were touching her like this since it seemed innocent. She just wished they didn't look so frightening to look at.

Sighing inwardly, she let her arms be lifted and her fingers played with, wiggling the little digits to entertain their curiosity. She hardly noticed one of the tentacles sneaking up her shirt until she felt its tip against the underside of her breast. Startled, she gasped and jerked away.

This sparked the creatures' curiosity as they flicked their pronged tongues at each other. They kept her in place and brushed a tentacle against her breast once more. Bree twisted in their hold, suddenly uncertain about this turn of events. "Stop."

They didn't listen to her, or perhaps they didn't understand because the appendage slipped further along her skin, stretching out her shirt as it curled around her breast. It found the strap of her bra and slipped underneath, rubbing over her flesh. Bree jerked again and tried to shrink away from the touch but there was no way to stop the tentacle from brushing over her nipple.

The action made her squirm, uncomfortable by the intimacy. She tried to tug her limbs free yet she couldn't move in the slightest, her arms and legs leashed by multicolored tentacles. In horror she watched as a couple more reached for her shirt and moved it up her body. It got stuck under her head and around her shoulders, and by then the tentacles decided to tear the clothing loose. All that left was her bra, which was being tugged at by yet another tentacle, unknowledgeable about how to take it off.

Bree yelped when they ripped her off her underwear and fought their hold on her. She struggled to ignore the way the creatures brushed over her skin, sometimes sucking in places. It was like being kissed all over, especially when one sucked upon her breast.

It felt like lips had circled around the her nipple and drew it in. Soft tugging and massaging around the swell of her breast nearly made her moan. She bit her lip to cut off the sound, resisting fiercely the sensations that started to grow inside her.

Despite how hard she tried to calm the quick beating of her heart and stifle her own voice, the creatures seemed to find her reactions interesting. As if seeking to draw out more of these little pleasured noises from her, they continued to touch, more tentacles gathering south of her body to explore.

Several smaller tentacles found her shorts and tugged at them. With the same unfamiliar movements, they managed to work them open. Two slipped beneath the fabric, found the waistband of her underwear, and bypassed that as well. Bree cried out in surprise as she felt the curious wiggling against her skin, slipping further in until they found the apex of her legs.

She looked up at the creatures apprehensively as she turned her hips and tried to close her legs to shut them out. She wasn't ready for that yet! "Wait, wait!"

She might as well not have moved at all because no sooner than she had shouted, the tentacles brushed over her opening.

Bree startled as the appendage rubbed the pearl of her opening. She gasped and wriggled futilely, getting nowhere despite her wishes to. She could do nothing to stop one of the tentacles from slipping inside her, slowly creeping deeper. The way it wiggled around and brushed against her walls made her groan.

Though she didn't want to admit it, she was wet. It didn't help that the other tentacle was still playing with her clit, a small suction cupping around it. She couldn't stand the way it teased and trembled slightly as she felt the one inside her wiggle deeper. It slipped easily deep inside her, slick from her own fluids.

Bree moaned and slowly gave into her rising emotions as the tentacle continued to move within her. She didn't even put up a fight when more tentacles tore at her shorts and underwear, completely exposing her.

As more tentacles curled around her body, she was lifted up so that she was suspended before the two creatures. They looked at her with continuous curiosity and the lifted her up to inspect where they had penetrated her. Bree felt herself be carried by these many tentacles, tilting her head as she stared back at them. One of them lifted another tentacle and carefully prodded her entrance. It stretched her slowly, pushing deeper within.

She couldn't stand the way it wiggled around and bit her lip against another moan when its tip brushed against that precious spot inside her. Nearly drawing blood in her efforts to remain quiet, she almost didn't see another tentacle coming toward her face until it was right in front of her. It brushed over her mouth. She turned her head away and it caressed her cheek.

She vowed to not make a sound or open her mouth with that thing so close to her. However, the tentacles inside her moved around in such a rhythm that she couldn't suppress the moan that welled up inside her. It felt good, too good.

Bree hated how good it made her feel to be caressed all over and be thrust into. She was getting more and more aroused as the tentacles pushed deep into her before drawing back, stretching her wider as another joined the first two.

She felt so exposed, legs wide, naked, fucked by creatures she didn't even know the name of. Her lips parted unconditionally as she groaned lustfully. She licked her lips as they grew dry and stared helplessly at the creatures that hovered over her.

One of them leaned in and brushed its tentacle against her lips again. She ignored it, turning her head away slightly, but the creature licked at her. Its pronged tongue slid over her lips and cheek. It was long and poked at her mouth curiously. She denied it a taste and kept her mouth shut as much as she could.

She might have succeeded if the other creature didn't flick its tongue against her ear. The way it brushed over the shell made her shudder and gasp. When her mouth opened, the pronged tongue sneaked in and curled around her own. It caressed every inch of her mouth, making her tremble as her tongue was drawn out.

Moaning, Bree let it wrap its tongue around her own and slip further into her mouth. It was like a tentacle of its own. Bree dared to close her lips around it and rubbed against the foreign appendage with her tongue. She sucked upon it, appalled by how it tasted, almost sweet with a hint of something she couldn't name. As she drew it in, it pushed deeper into her mouth, reaching her throat.

Bree almost thought she would choke, but it just slipped back, playing with her just it did between her legs. Parting her lips, she let it thrust in her mouth and explore to its content, enjoying the attention too much to be scared by it anymore.

She didn't even notice when she was lifted higher and the other creature came behind her. It tasted her flesh with its tongue, working its way down her body. She shuddered in pleasure as tongue and tentacle caressed her back and hips and ass.

A surprised cry escaped her when she felt something prod at her backside. Her cheeks were spread apart, her legs drawn wide so that all below was exposed. What felt like a tongue or maybe another tentacle slipped between her cheeks and circled around her other entrance. Bree trembled as a slender tip pushed through the ring of muscle and slowly worked its way deeper. It was painful at first, but then something wet was smeared over her skin. She couldn't see what it was, but she felt it.

Something joined the first intruder and gently pulled at the muscles, stretching the hole open. They turned her over and more of that liquid slipped inside her. Bree made a sound, muffled by the tongue in her mouth. She squirmed at the strange feeling that sparked at her backside as it coated her insides.

There was no pain as she was stretched wider. It was uncomfortable, but she soon got used to the feeling. It was only inevitable that by then something slipped inside her. Penetrated for the first time in that area, she keened and jerked her head back as she felt what must have been a thick tentacle push deep inside her in one go.

She could hardly take it. Her muscles tightened around the appendages inside her, clamping down over them. Their movements had stilled briefly, but then with new vigor thrust inside her.

Bree moaned loudly as she was turned over so that she faced them once more. The tentacles fucked her in a way she had never experienced before, drawing out pleasure like no one had done in all her life. She no longer struggled or held back her voice as more tentacles caressed her thighs and hips, breast and shoulders, arms and legs. She even welcomed when one came into her mouth and sucked upon it greedily.

It felt so sinfully good. When the thrusts became more rigorous, she lost herself in the passion and came. Her body tightened as it rode the wave of ecstasy, leaving her panting and flushed. The creatures flicked their tongues at the hot mess she was and resumed thrusting inside her. Bree cried out lasciviously, her eyes rolling back at the endless pleasure.

The creatures continued to play with her, drawing her to the edge of sanity with relentless pleasure to the point where she came again without abandon. When she neared her third climax, the creatures slowed their thrusting and pulled out of her. Disappointed, Bree looked to see why they had stopped saw it was not because they were done with her, but their objective had changed.

She was startled by the tentacle that they presented her now, different from the ones they played with her before. Flushed by how familiar it looked to a certain anatomy part, she welcomed when it came between her legs. It pushed into her with ease, filling every inch of her.

Some of the tentacles returned, though this time they went to her backside. Stretched wide again, she felt multiple smaller tentacles worm their way into her slick hole. More came to her breast and circled around her nipples, teasing reactions out of her. Pronged tongues came to her mouth and played with her, both creatures sharing in her taste.

Each tentacle rocked into her without abandon and each tongue kissed her with expertise. The giant tentacle that fit snugly against her walls thrust so roughly that she almost thought it might break her. It rammed against her core again and again until she practically lost her mind.

With one final thrust it broke through her barrier. Bree cried out sharply, tearing up as she felt it so deep inside her. Her muscles spasmed and clenched around the phallic appendage. Without warning, something hot and thick spilled into her. It pulsed and spilled more until it almost seemed to fill her up.

Suddenly heavy with something she couldn't name, Bree mewled pathetically as the tentacle slowly drew out. Sticky, thick liquid spilled out of her, but not enough of it to make her feel normal again. It still felt like a fair amount coated her walls. Something had settled inside her and it was swimming around in that liquid.

Body trembling violently, Bree could do naught but lie there limply in the creatures' holds as they touched and licked her, bathing her in a strange, thin film that seemed to absorb into her skin. They did nothing to deal with the liquid the trickled out of her or coated her walls. She didn't know what had just happened, but part of her suspected.

The creatures looked at her and flicked their tongues before slowly laying her down. Just like that, they returned her to rest by the log before retreating. They flicked their tongues again, communicating something she couldn't understand. She could only watch as they returned to the water and disappeared under the surface of the lake.

Bree groaned and touched her stomach. She felt so weak and exhausted she turned over onto her side and curled up, passing out. How little did she realize that this would not be the last time she would see these creatures, or be at their mercy.