Lara and the Kraken

“That’s just lovely,” Lara murmured in annoyance, videotaping the giant squid. “I hope it’s as blind as it looks.”

Unfortunately for Lara, the Kraken wasn’t nearly as blind as she was hoping. The discolouration on his eyes was a result of living in darkness for so long, but the longer the lights stayed on, the better his eyesight became.

Also unfortunately for her, the Kraken had once been a man. The details had occurred so long ago he no longer remembered them clearly, but several hundred lifetimes ago he’d gone after something that wasn’t his and been punished for it. What that something was, he couldn’t recall; his only memory of the event was looking down at his hands and seeing tentacles and realizing he’d made the worst mistake of his life.

She dived into the water towards him, and for a second he actually dared to hope that she was coming to transform him back into a man, somehow. But his hopes shattered when she sighed and swam back to the stairs and climbed up. Angry with her for leaving him, Kraken growled and hit her on the back with one of his tentacles, knocking her forward onto her hands and knees. She cried out in pain, which (along with the movement forcing her wetsuit bottom higher up between her cheeks) stirred something up inside Kraken’s lower regions he hadn’t felt in centuries, at least. He’d been here so long he’d nearly forgotten what human women looked like.

Unable to help himself, he slapped her lightly on the bottom with a wet tentacle, making a loud slap. She yelped in surprise and glanced over her shoulder at him, her expression one of simultaneous indignation and wonder.

Taking that as a sign to continue, Kraken reached out and wrapped a tentacle around her waist, pulling her into the water until she was just inches from his body. Her lower half was in the water, and her feet were kicking at him, though it merely tickled him and heightened his arousal. He teased her neck and chin with one of his smaller tentacles, enjoying the way it felt when she shivered in his arm—or tentacle rather, he reminded himself.

He wondered briefly if she realized that he was sentient—that inside he was still a man, no matter what he looked like outwardly. Then he glanced at her frightened face and decided against that theory. “Don’t be afraid of me,” he tried to tell her in his human tongue, but all that came out were growls that seemed to make her more anxious. Deciding to show her his intentions, he massaged her large breasts with his tentacles, rubbing the tips over the nipples through the strange black material on them.

She kicked him again and gave him some sort of order, but he couldn’t understand her strange language.

“Stop trying to get away,” he told her, no longer caring that she couldn’t understand. “It’s useless. I’m going to keep you here until I feel like letting you go.”

The long series of menacing-sounding growls seemed to frighten her into silence, though she was still trying to reach for the silver items on her thighs. He held her arms still with two of his tentacles and used still another to stroke her inner legs. When she clamped her legs tightly together against his advances, he wrapped a lower tentacle around each of her ankles and spread her legs. Now she was completely vulnerable to his touch, and she seemed to realize it. Her struggles and panicked demands only made him more excited, and before he realized it his tentacles were exploring under her wetsuit, pushing the bottom out of the way to expose her delicate flesh to him.

She was still struggling to get away, but her face had taken on the pink flush of arousal he vaguely remembered from his human days. He examined her entrances, teasing them with the tips of his appendages and wishing he could enter her. She stiffened in response, so he massaged her nipples more vigourously and slid the side of his tentacle (where the underside met the top in a rough seam) back and forth against her most sensitive places. This made her flush even more with arousal.

Encouraged, Kraken began working her over in earnest. He tickled the bottoms of her feet, caressed her legs, and cupped her very pleasing backside with his tentacles, enjoying watching her squirm and try to resist as he pleasured her. She finally gave up on escaping and relaxed in his arms, her eyes closed tightly.

Deciding to test his luck, he rubbed his muscular member against her open palm. To his great delight, she closed her hand around it as well as she could and began moving it up and down against the last foot or so of his erection.

Knowing he wouldn’t last long at this rate, he focused all his attention on manipulating her body again. Her wet brown hair clung to the sides of her face as he played with her rear opening and thrust the side of his tentacle between her legs, front to back, rubbing tightly against her most sensitive nerves. Her breathing grew heavier by the minute, until finally she arched her back and cried out, her entire body twitching and spasming underneath him.

Unable to contain his excitement anymore, Kraken shot his seed into the water with intense force, being careful not to accidentally inject his lover as she thrashed against his hold on her. For a few seconds he felt that they bonded together, both lost in the throes of ecstasy, and then it was over. Even in his drowsiness, the Kraken managed to lower Lara gently onto his body before letting go of her. She shuddered and quickly swam away, and this time he let her.

If only he knew what she wanted! If she spoke his language, he could show her where to find whatever she was after. He knew this place intimately, after all. Or, even better, he could show her how to transform him back into a human and they could enjoy normal relations together.

He burrowed a bit lower under the water, too sleepy to go on thinking. No use in wishing, he thought. If he had to die a squid, at least he would have the memory of playing with his attractive visitor to keep him company until that merciful death came.