Despite the feeling of cold burning prickling my skin, I felt calm. I knew the second I let go of the last of my breath, I would succumb to the darkness below and the relief almost made me let go right then and there.

  However, something grabbed my wrist to flip me so my back faced up. The first thing I noticed was the glowing green eyes before I saw the bright blue tentacles surrounding me and keeping me in place. I knew I was set to die when I jumped off that boat, but I wasn't expecting this. I mean, it could've been a possibility some fish would eat me, but I figured I would've died from the cold before anything could've reached me, or rather, I noticed that it was getting me.

  I never knew an octopus could be so giant... Was it common for this to be this big? Never been into marine animals growing up, and I can't even tell you if this is an octopus or a squid, but I can tell you it is a monstrous fucking thing, and it's probably going to swallow me whole.

  I don't want to feel myself being eaten alive, and there is no way to escape something this big even if I regretted jumping off that boat; I only have to accept this is my only new reality.

  To avoid feeling myself being eaten alive, I let go of my last breath, but as I did so, one of the tentacles surrounding me gripped my waist a little too tightly, pulling me closer. Another one slid up my back in almost a caress before inching its way up my shirt and zeroed onto the clasp of my bra. Then, before I could even register what it was doing, the very tip of that tentacle wormed between me and the bra strap, pulling away from my body until the clasp broke.

  My lungs were starting to burn from the lack of oxygen, but was I too worried now instead of being eaten, I was being molested? By a giant octopus?

  This is too bizarre even for me. I know my life has thrown me a few curveballs, but this takes the cake. Trying to kill myself and end up being molested by a fucking giant octopus. This is my life.

  The tentacle moved around the front of my body to push the bra away from my breasts, and I immediately went to grab the tentacle, but I was no match to the might, and my body jolted as it rubbed against my nipples that had pebbled immediately from the icy temperatures when I jumped. The very tip of the tentacle breached the top of my shirt and violently ripped it from my body as the one around my waist forced me to stay exactly where I was.

  I moved to cover myself, but my wrists were grabbed and pulled behind me so I would be bare to the monster below.

  My lungs demanded oxygen that I knew they would never receive again, so maybe this was for the best. Perhaps I should drown before facing whatever fucked up fate this is. Not that I have a choice because, for some reason, I can't let go. It was like my body was not allowing me to inhale to save itself. If I just breathe in the water, my life will end before I can face whatever this is. But it's as if my brain is fighting with itself because it wants air but refuses to open my throat to let it in.

  Black spots start to color my vision, and I don't even recognize that the tentacles are forcing me further toward the monster until its eyes are right in front of me.

  If octopuses have eyelashes, I'd probably be the size of this ones… Was the last thought that my mind allowed before a tentacle with something that glowed green like the radioactive waste you would find in a comic book smothered on its tip smeared itself all over my face, and the tentacle around my waste squeezed my midsection hard.

  I gasped out, sucking in water and whatever this glowing green goop was. My mind went fuzzy almost immediately, and I succumbed to a feeling like I was completely drunk.

  It felt so good, and I could feel my body relaxing into its touch. Another tentacle came up, pulling the pants off my hips down my thighs, and it started to drift away from my body. I was completely naked, and for some reason, I was no longer afraid, but I don't think I was fully lucid. My head swam as much as I could not. I also felt the hairband holding in my braid giveaway, letting the hair flow around me in the cascade.

  My eyes were so heavy I could no longer keep them open as my nose burned with all the water coming in and down my trachea. My lungs started to burn a little bit as well. But I still felt calm and I relaxed. I couldn't care what happened to me beyond this point.

  A tentacle came up, spreading one leg to one side while another spread the other leg. They pushed my knees up to my chest but to the side so my breast was still exposed. Another one came up, rubbing it's obnoxiously large tip up and down my pussy making my hips buck and forcing me to inhale more water.

  I was lucid at this point, just enough to question why I wasn't dead yet and why this didn't hurt. The rest of my thoughts were completely absent, and I could only feel. It kept rubbing up and down, stopping briefly to put more pressure on my clit before continuing its movements. My pussy was clenching onto nothing, and I think it could feel it, too, because it kept digging slightly into my slit with every pass. Every time it did, my clit throbbed hard, causing the rest of my body to squirm in its grip.

  The next pass into my pussy it paused to dig in more until it fully breached my entrance. My back arched as it didn't stop there but fully rammed itself inside, stopping right before my cervix. I was completely stretched around it, but it didn't hurt. I just felt full. It squirmed inside of me before throwing itself back to push itself back in. The way it was curved against my body still put pressure against my clit as it began to fuck me.

  A smaller tentacle rubbed its tip against my backside before putting just enough pressure to enter me there too. It slowly penetrated me, rotating and twisting, making me feel everything. It was a burn of a stretch, but not much bigger than when Josh used to fuck me there.

  I was quickly overstimulated. There were so many alternating sensations that my brain could not take everything at once, almost as if one action would take my full attention before another grabbed it. I knew I was going to come. There was no way I would stop this from happening, not that I could even think long enough to want to do so.

  My eyes heavily opened, just a crack to take in what was being done to me as more lucidity cleared my thoughts. I can see its glowing, green eyes staring at me as it completely dominates my body, playing like an instrument I didn't even know existed because I had never felt this way, even when I fucked myself. My thighs started to shake, and I knew this would be the biggest orgasm I had ever had. And it had to be to a giant fucking octopus.

  The tentacle in my backside curled harshly before almost pivoting in and out harder, stealing my thoughts form me once more. And then, in an alternating fashion, the tentacle fucking my pussy started doing the same, but this time, almost putting on your constant pressure in a little crevice above my entrance that was house to my g-spot.

  I can feel myself curling as much as I can in its grip, not that I can move very much. The tentacle around my midsection traveled just a few inches down to put pressure on my mound and lower stomach, leaving the skin it was wrapped tightly around exposed to the cool waters once more. I didn't even realize it had warmed me up there. My pussy started clenching harder, and I couldn't tell if I wanted to stop this or if I even wanted to come.

  … that's a lie. I do want to come, and regardless if I want to or not, it will happen. My eyes close shut tightly as I explode. My hips bucked wildly, even though they only moved inches in the water. The tentacles stayed in me, but they were not moving. Almost as if it wanted to feel me clench around it. My fingers desperately grasped the tentacle holding them behind me because I hadn't even recovered from my first orgasm before it started moving again, going faster and faster, this time slamming all the way and no longer being mindful.

  Could a monster be mindful of this? Either way, it felt like he was. A second orgasm was fastly approaching, and I couldn't even catch my breath because there was no breath to catch. I don't know what was in that green goop; that thing made me breathe in, but it was almost as if I was on the border of dying but couldn't reach it. Like I went through the process of drowning, but it didn't kill me.

  Lips attach themselves to mine, causing my eyelids to open again, taking the image of a long, dark-haired man with an almost blue sheen to his skin. His hand was wrapped in my hair, pulling me to his lips, like I could move away to begin with, as tentacles continued to fuck me. His other hand moved down to caress my breasts and used his thumb to roll my nipple before sliding further down to caress my curves. His tongue felt weird, almost as if it was a tentacle itself, it had ridges a normal tongue did not that liked to suction against the roof of my mouth, but with my face pressed up so against his, I couldn't be for sure.

  I was feeling myself starting to break again. The tentacle holding my arms behind me pulled me tighter so it straightened my posture, and I moved my hands to grip it back. I needed to hold onto something, anything.

  The man quickly moved between my thighs, and the tentacle fucking my pussy quickly exited as his tongue took his place. His finger promptly found its way to my clit, rubbing it in fast circles as his tongue fucked me just as intensely as the tentacles. The pressure in my lower stomach exploded, but I couldn't move this time because the tentacles tightened around me so tightly I couldn't even feel any of my limbs. However, I could feel myself clenching hard on the tongue inside me. But he didn't stop. He started rubbing my clit faster and harder, burying his tongue as deep as he could get it. I wasn't even done cumming before I was thrown off another cliff.

  My left arm started to ache horribly, and the ache traveled up to my shoulder and into my side to the point where my chest seized, and that was the last thing I remember.

  three

  The light shining on my face made me raise my arm over my eyes to block it, but as my skin touched the back of my eyelids did I remember I wasn't supposed to be here.

  I can't even fucking kill myself right.

  I turned my sore and achy body away from the window and hugged my knees to my chest underneath the thin sheet that covered me. The room was bright, decorated in soft blues and creams. Even though I didn't get a good look, I could tell the window was open because it let in a salty sea breeze, telling me I was still near the ocean.

  It doesn't look like a hospital, not even a mental facility. Maybe an inn or a beach house of some sort? My fingers ran over the soft cotton pants someone had dressed me in and the baggy t-shirt shirt. At least whoever saved me has excellent taste in comfortable clothes.

  My lips were so chapped they felt tight on my face. Trying to give them a little lick to wet them, did I even realize how dry my mouth was. It was probably from the saltwater I inhaled or whatever medication they gave me when they pulled me out of the water. Sighing, I looked over to the little nightstand and was grateful to see a glass of water next to a metal pitcher that was obviously filled with more.

  Numbness swallowed the gratefulness almost as soon as I recognized what I was feeling, stiffening my limbs and locking them into place. I wanted to cry, but my body didn't allow it. I closed my stinging eyes to give them some break as I felt my limbs contract inward, trying to force myself into a tighter ball.

  I don't want to be here.

  I let myself fall into the sounds of the distantly crashing waves and singing birds. I don't think I drifted off, but a hand lightly stroked my hair the next time I was aware. I opened my eyelids to let in the low evening light, and once they adjusted, I saw a man with long black hair that reached his broad shoulders. His face was clean-shaven, and he had dimples that I couldn't help a zero in on. His eyes were brilliant green that seemed to shimmer, and his expression was soft.

  "You're awake."

  I didn't have the energy to answer him, nor did I want to. However, my silence didn't bother him because he continued smoothing my hair.

  "Gave me quite a scare, you know. I found you on the beach near my house. You've been unconscious for a few days now, and I would've been more worried if the village doctor didn't give you the okay." His voice trailed off as he swallowed hard, "told me you would wake up on your own when you're ready."

  "I know you must be hungry. I made Lamb soup for dinner. I could carry you to the living room couch if you're not up to walking."

  My stomach burned slightly, letting me know I was hungry, but I still had no desire to eat. However, if worse came to worse, I guess some broth would give my stomach something to digest, so I gave him the slightest of nods.

  He answered with a soft smile before snaking his arms underneath the covers to hook one underneath my knees and wrap the other behind my upper back, hoisting me up in a bridal style. He didn't even grunt while picking me up despite me not being the lightest of weights, which flustered me just a little bit about how strong he was.

  As we left the bedroom I was given to rest in; I was able to take in what the rest of the house looked like. The bedroom was in the middle of the hallway, facing a room I can only assume was another bedroom, but the door was closed, so I didn't know for sure. He started to take us up the hallway that led into an open and bright space with the kitchen and small dining table at one end and an entire living room with an entertainment system at the other. He sat me down on the plush couch, placing a lap desk with a bowl of lamb soup resting on top and a cup of water, utensils, and a piece of bread. The man sat next to me with his lap desk loaded with his dinner.

  "You don't have to talk if you don't want to, but I thought this would be a more casual way to get to know me so you'll feel more comfortable." He began, taking a delicate sip of his soup and humming as he did so.

  I took his lead and forced my hand to grab the spoon with a shakiness I could not subdue. I let some broth seep onto the spoon before raising it to my mouth. It was so much tastier than I thought. The warmth spread almost as if it was healing in a way.

  "Ah, so you already noticed." He looked so pleased with that fact. "My mom was a prominent medicine woman in her day. There was practically nothing she couldn't heal or make better. She had taught me that this soup, if made with love, could heal you in the darkest times."

  I felt the corner of my lips tug up in a parody of a smile before relaxing down to a more neutral expression.

  "I'm glad it's already helping. Please eat more." He said, and I had no good reason to refuse his request. I wasn't exactly hungry or rather had an appetite, but I couldn't deny how tasty this was. The lamb was tender and flavorful, the vegetables melted in your mouth, and the warmth spread throughout your body.

  "Name?" I cough slightly, my throat far more scratchy and sore than anticipated. I took a sip of my water, and it thankfully soothed my throat.

  "Ah, I'm sorry, my dear. That slipped my mind!" He rested his spoon in his dish, head facing my direction but not looking into my eyes with a flush on his cheeks. "My name is Hemming; it's nice to meet you." He smiled, and I could see his fingers twitching like he wanted to place his hand on mine, but he knew not to touch me, as if he didn't want to scare me any further. In reality, I feel very safe in his presence. He could have placed his hand on mine, and I wouldn't have thought anything of it.

  "If you can, what is your name, dear?"

  "Liliana," I said, happy I didn't have a coughing fit this time.

  "What a pretty name," Hemming cooed. "It is so nice to finally meet you, Liliana"

  I gave him a small smile in return and bridged the gap between us by briefly placing my hand on top of his and giving it to squeeze. His warmth seeped into me, and it felt good.

  I let go of him once I realized my touch lingered, and I rested my hand at my side as his face was frozen with a smile like he couldn’t comprehend I gave in to touch him so soon after meeting him. But my hand felt cold, making me feel uncomfortable with the fact that I wanted to continue touching him.

  He placed his hand on the hand that left him, and giving me a squeeze which brought me out of my thoughts. As I looked back at him, the frozen smile was warm again. He removed his hand and took away our now empty dishes along with the lap desks, placing them all on the coffee table. He didn’t leave me alone. In fact, he sat right next to me. But for some reason, I missed his touch.

  I had just met him but never wanted to leave his side. His warmth felt so good because it was the only thing my body could feel emotionally at the moment. And it was addicting.

  I didn’t want to return home and face the coldness I knew was waiting for me. I wanted to soak up all the warmth he gave me and forget the nightmare that was my life, at least for a little while.

  So with fidgeting hands, I made my decision. I wanted to feel something other than this crushing numbness, and it may be a little too soon, but I’ll take it any way I can get it right now.

  Even if he rejects me right now, I probably would hate myself if I didn’t at least try.

  So I leaned in to kiss him.

  four

  I couldn't help myself. I leaned in to kiss him. There was no pause on his end as he kissed me back with much more enthusiasm than I expected. He was quick to grab the back of my head until he slightly got a better grasp on me.

  Liquid desire pooled into the pit of my stomach as he took over the kiss. My fingers grass desperately at his biceps, trying to hold on to something. He ran his tongue over my bottom lip, asking permission to enter, which I immediately granted him as he started to play with my tongue. The hand that wasn't gripping the back of my head started to caress my arm, sliding his fingers down. When he got to my elbow, he continued to caress down to my waist before wrapping his hands around me to hold my lower back and push me closer against him.