Page 4 of Salt and Knot

The slide out makes me groan as the sensitive places at my entrance are rubbed. When he shoves back into me, I scream as best I can against the gag.

The arm around my chest squeezes again, and the tentacles holding my legs caress me, working their way over my skin in a pattern almost like a massage. Not giving me any chance to escape, but sort of lovingly. For the pleasure of being skin to skin.

I’m over sensitive, having come twice already. But the creature has tempered the pressure on my clit to a low throb.

In, then out. Not taking no for an answer, but giving so much.

The tentacle pumps into me. The tension builds, different from before. It’s wider and deeper than the pleasure of having a sucker over my clit, but there’s also the edge of tension from being so stuffed full. But before I know it, I’m overwhelmed. I break. I pulse around the tentacle that anchors me in the tumult of bliss that reaches all the way through my body. It’s bright and rolling and ecstasy right down to my toes, as I shake with it. He gently moves with me, holding on, but not too much as the pleasure is packed into me as surely as his tentacles are.

I’m spent. Exhausted. I don’t think I could hold myself up even if I was being allowed to.

My body is broken. My mind is mush. Aftershocks of the orgasm keep shuddering down my spine and out from my clit.

I’m trembling.

And I’m held. Caressed.

The tentacle that was running down my back and holding my bottom curves up, and probes at my back entrance. I try to get away, because no one has ever touched me there, or anywhere, true. But there?! No. No, I can’t, I can’t.

It taps my cheeks. Like acceptance, and a promise. Understanding this is too much for me, reassurance he won’t take me over an edge I can’t handle, but it’ll return.

He’s squeezed me full as I come around him, and remains still as I slump.

My head would loll and fall into the water if my gag wasn’t there. I’m utterly sated, and I’ve forgotten everything I was supposed to be doing. Who I am. Why I shouldn’t be in the water. My plan to walk the coastal path and explore this part of the world I’ve never been allowed to.

But there’s nothing but the aftershocks of pleasure and the unlikely comfort of the embrace of the monster that seems to have claimed me as his own.

I’m weak and wrung out. This is the biggest thing that’s ever happened to me.

And then I’m dragged down.

My head is underwater before I can take a proper breath, and I splutter, inhaling salt water that my lungs instantly try to expel. But I’m still descending, my hair floating up, my limbs tethered by the creature, and I’m going to die.

Pain rips into me. The hurt is nothing like the pressure in my pussy. That was bliss. This is agony.

My heart slams into my chest, bloodied and desperate and on the edge. I struggle and thrash in the monster’s grip, pure fear clawing at me.

I’m not going to survive. This is the end. I scream, but the tentacle in my mouth prevents any sound getting out, as well as water getting in. However much I fight, I can’t get loose from the tentacles.

I open my eyes. They burn in the salt water and through the clear blue I catch sight of a dark presence. The top of a curved head, purple, with a huge eye, almost as big as my skull.

Unblinking. Observing.

And then I’m free. My legs are released, the tightness in my pussy disappears, my mouth is ungagged and I half-swallow, half-breathe the salt water. Kicking frantically, I try to pull myself up with my arms. It must only be a few seconds before I break the surface, and air is dragged into my lungs and water expelled as I cough.

I splash and stagger through the shallows. On hands and knees, I stumble and flop like a fish on land towards the shore.

I barely make it, I’m so totally done in. It takes everything in me to get onto the sand and lie there.

Breathing is a jagged blade up my throat. I’m shaking. The heat is too much, burning, and part of me wants to crawl back to the sea and sink to the bottom in blessed darkness. I can’t move.

The salt water expels itself from my chest where I’ve swallowed and breathed it in, a watery mess first vomiting then dripping from my mouth and nose.

I’m crying.

I’m all alone.

And then, it’s not dark, but bright light. And I fade into it.