by Adrian Blue
Lust of the Deep
By
Adrian Blue
© Copyright 2016, Adrian Blue, All Rights Reserved
Chapter One
Beth looked out over the bow of the well-used fishing boat at the choppy waves ahead. The captain assured her the storm was miles away, but the black clouds gathering overhead told a different tale. Beth turned her attention back to her equipment.
Her work was the study of dolphin migration patterns. The institute was funding her for two weeks while she searched for the hidden cove a specific group of bottlenose dolphins were using for breeding. They had recently changed their migration patterns to include a new stop along their path. Everyone was curious to see why and where.
The boat shook violently, as a wave slammed into the side. Beth turned her head to frown at the grizzled captain.
“Are you sure we can do this today?” she yelled, fighting to be heard over the rising wind.
The man waved off her concern, simply pointing ahead.
She chose to trust him. Her work was her passion, by far the most important thing in her life. With her parents both gone, it was her whole life. Something her past exes had not appreciated. None of them understood her passion for the sea and its creatures. The surge of adrenalin she felt from seeing an elusive species, and her dream to study dolphins in the wild long-term.
A loud rumble of thunder rolled across the sky, and the first bolt of lightning streaked through the black clouds. Beth looked down at the tracker in her hands. From the readings, they were not far from the dolphin population. The island had to be close.
Beth hurried down the deck toward the captain. “Captain!” she shouted. “What island is up ahead?”
The man frowned at her. “There’s nothing but coral up there. The Devil’s Atoll.”
Beth moved closer to see the monitor in front of him. Sure enough a moderately sized ring lay ahead, a makeshift island formed by coral. She raised her head to see if she could see it in the falling darkness. She had to grab the edge of the counter when the boat tipped violently.
“Can we land there until the storm is over?” she asked.
The captain’s frown deepened, and he glanced over at her. “No. We’re not landing there.”
“Why—?” Beth was cut off by a loud bang from below deck. The boat went dead in the water.
“Goddammit!” the captain cursed. “Stay here.”
Beth watched in confusion as he hurried below deck, leaving her alone at the wheel. The midday sun was completely covered by dark clouds the same color as the rolling sea. A bolt of lightning flashed overhead and she could just make out the silhouette of the atoll.
The boat rocked first one way and then the other, as the waves grew in height. Soon they were tall enough to splash up over the boat’s railing. Beth hurried down the deck to retrieve her equipment from the bow. She shoved everything back into the waterproof case and started back toward the helm.
Just then the sky opened up and it began to pour. Beth gasped at the sudden chill. The rain quickly saturated her hair and clothes, sending icy droplets down the back of her neck. She shivered and ducked into the cramped helm of the boat. Outside the tiny room, the storm raged.
A particularly hard gust of wind, sent her stumbling away from the wheel toward the port side of the boat. For a brief moment, she thought she saw something white writhing in the blackness of the water. She blinked at it was gone.
“Captain!” she yelled.
There was no way they were going to make it unless they landed. The boat tipped far enough to one side that everything loose on the deck slid to one side and threatened to pitch into the sea. Beth clung to the counter to keep her balance.
“Captain!” she yelled again.
The wind howled around the boat, louder than her own voice. Suddenly, there was an ominous creak from the boat’s stern. Beth slowly turned around to peer through the window. She caught a flash of something large, sinuous and white before the boat pitched to the right and there was a loud crack.
The captain shouted something from below deck, but Beth was fixated on the churning, black water behind them. There was something out there and it was definitely not a dolphin. She crept out of the little room, clinging to the boat’s railing. Water washed over her deck shoes and the wind tore at her clothes, but she kept moving.
When she reached the stern of the boat, she squinted into the darkness.
“Dr. White!” the captain yelled from behind her.
Beth jerked around at the same time a wave washed over the railing. The boat pitched and the deck went nearly vertical. She only had time to let out a short scream, before the water washed her overboard.
Chapter Two
Beth woke up to darkness. The sky was still black overhead, but it held twinkling stars instead of storm clouds. She rolled her head to the side. She was lying on a beach. Somehow, she had lost her shirt and shorts, and lay in only her bra and panties.
The damp sand stuck to her exposed skin, rasping against her flesh when she sat up to look around. The beach was shallow and deserted. It only stretched fifteen feet from the water before it ended with sparse vegetation and what appeared to be the vague outlines of palm trees.
Beth look back toward the water lapping at her feet. The last thing she remembered was waves crashing over her head and sinking down into the depths, before being wrapped up in what felt like a full body hug. Had the captain saved her?
She rolled over onto her hands and knees and crawled up the beach toward a spot that appeared a bit brighter. Once she reached it, Beth realized the sand was simply dry there. She flopped over onto her side. If the captain was around, he was likely waiting until daylight to look for her. She could afford to take a short rest.
Her muscles ached as if she had been working out too long. Beth’s eyes drifted closed in exhaustion. Just as she started to drift off something brushed against her ankle. She bent her leg and the sensation went away. She fell into a deep sleep.
Beth immediately started to dream. In the darkness behind her eyes, she was sprawled spread-eagle on a beach and someone was stroking up her naked thigh. Their hands were oddly slippery and lightly caught on her skin as they moved upwards.
She rolled her head to the side and let her thighs fall open further. It had been far too long since anyone had touched her. She had not had a good wet dream in years. The hand was joined by another, and together they slid up her inner thighs. She arched at the first touch against her panties.
One large finger pressed against her through the dampening fabric of her panties. She bucked her hips for more. The second hand joined in and both of the slick appendages slipped into her panties. They wasted no time pressing her moist folds open and smearing her growing wetness up over her clit.
Beth gasped, as one of the hands suddenly lunged forward and sank into her. She let out a ragged moan. It was warm and pulsing, and thick as two fingers. There was a strange texture on one side, but the appendage began to thrust before she could give it too much thought.
She cried out as it plunged into her slow and deep, thickening the deeper it went. The other hand settled on her clit, somehow suctioning the little nub. It tugged and sucked at her clit like a tiny mouth.
Beth writhed in ecstasy, feeling her wetness running freely down her thighs, more of it gushing out with each hard thrust from the fingers in her pussy. She clawed at the sand beneath her, tossing her head. Electricity shot through every fiber of her being, narrowing down to the insistent sucking on her clit.
Her thighs shook, as she let out gasping cries into the night air. Suddenly, there were more hands. Fingers wrapping her ankles and wrists. Tiny, sucking mouths latching on to her sensitive nipples. Beth buckled her hips, silently
begging the fingers to fuck her harder.
They obliged. The fingers shoved deep and hard into her, making her back arch and her limbs strain against the hold of the other hands. The mouth on her clit sucked in time with the thrusting, drawing her nub deep into it and flicking what felt like a tongue at the very tip. She shattered.
Beth screamed, as she shook and came, gushing come out onto the sand beneath her. The hands continued to torment her, prolonging her orgasm, until she was gasping for breath and sobbing. They finally gave her mercy and eased away.
The next morning, she woke up with a familiar ache between her thighs, as if she had actually had sex the night before. Beth frowned and looked around. Her panties and bra were absent, and the beach all around her was marked with strange ‘s’-shaped indentations. She stared at them wide eyed.
Had they been there the night before? It was impossible to know. Beth followed the closest trail with her eyes, tracking it down into the water. She rose to stand unsteadily. Her clit was still sensitive enough that the move caused it to tingle, and her core clenched.
Beth reached down between her legs and lightly ran a finger over her slippery folds. The bushes rustled off to her right. She jerked her head in that direction, but there was nothing. Her eyes scanned the brush. She thought she saw a large portion of the grass move, but she shook it off as crazy.
She looked back down at the sand. There were easily half a dozen separate trails. Most of them went to the water or toward the green parts of the island, but one led straight down the beach. Beth only hesitated for a moment, before following it.
She was not sure what made the marks, but from the depth, it had to be something as heavy as a full-grown adult. The thought of encountering a large number of the mysterious creatures gave her pause. Maybe, she should try to find something to defend herself first.
Beth left the beach to stand at the edge of the greenery. The brush looked far from welcoming. It would be itchy and abrasive on her bare skin. She knelt to grab a medium sized rock and returned to the beach. It would have to do.
She followed the tracks down the beach and around the side of the island. The sea was calm and beautiful off to her left. There was no evidence of the storm the day before, and no sign of the boat either. Beth continued to follow the trail until it vanished into the water.
She looked around and blinked. She had found the cove. Another small island lay to the left of the island where she stood. A few larger ones were in the near distance. But it was the sight in the cove that held most of her attention.
Dozens of bottlenose dolphins swam in the cove. Those that weren’t resting, were frolicking in the clear blue water. Beth smiled at the sight. It was the mating and breeding cove she had been searching for.
Chapter Three
She started to turn away when she caught a glimpse of something cutting through the water toward her. Her mind refused to believe what her eyes were telling her. The creature was easily the size of the dolphins around it, but with the added mass of tentacles trailing behind it. Its skin was a pale, milky white under the bright light of the sun.
The rock dropped from her numb fingers, and Beth stumbled back a step, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight. Bushes rustled behind her. She whirled around and gasped. The grass seemed to rise from the ground, as several more of the creatures came out of hiding.
The green camouflage gave way to the same pale color of the creature in the water. She looked back over her shoulder to see the creature crawl up out of the water using its mass of long tentacles as legs. It moved like an octopus, but it was something far different.
It eyes glowed an otherworldly blue, as it moved easily over the sand toward her. Its mouth was a slit in its pale face, but as it approached her it hissed out something that sounded like a word. Beth tripped and fell back on the sand. It could talk!
The thing, what she could only classify as a sea monster, reached her sprawled body and seemed to look her over. Its mouth opened and it spoke the same word again. She tried to make sense of what was happening. Maybe she had hit her head on the boat ride and she was dreaming everything.
A tentacle whipped out and wrapped around her ankle. It jerked her toward the mass of the monster and she sprawled out flat on the sand. The other creatures quickly made their way over the beach toward her. Two more rose from the ocean to join the three that had been hiding on land.
All six of the sea monsters converged on her. Slick tentacles wrapped up her arms and legs, securing her in place. Beth opened her mouth to scream. A tentacle shoved its way into her mouth. The writhing mass tasted of sea water and she struggled to spit it out.
Another tentacle wrapped around her throat to still her thrashing and she froze, breathing hard through her nose. She went limp and did not fight the two tentacles that bound her thighs and jerked them roughly apart. Beth suddenly came to a startling realization.
Her dream the night before had not been a dream. The monsters had pleasured her in her sleep. She met the eye of the creature standing at her feet. The dolphins were not the only species that used the atoll as a breeding ground.
The creatures lifted her until she knelt on the sand with her knees spread wide. The position made it impossible to see the monsters behind her. The tentacles moved to bind her wrists together at the small of her back and force her backwards. It thrust her plump breasts out for the pack of monsters to ogle.
Her core clenched at the thought. Two tentacles slithered around her to circle around her breasts, the octopus-like suction cups on the underside clinging to her skin. Her nipples immediately hardened. The tips of the tentacles teasingly swirled around the sensitive buds, sending heat straight to her pussy. It clenched around nothing.
Beth moaned around the tentacle in her mouth. Two tentacles inched up her inner thighs, as she rocked her hips desperately. When the first reached her wet opening, she groaned her approval. It dipped inside her and the suckers pulled at the sensitive flesh. Beth squeezed her eyes closed and tried to sink down on it. It retreated to slide further back.
Slicked with her juices and its own lubrication, the tentacle slid into her virgin ass. Her pussy clenched at the sweet burn of the slow entrance. It pulled back and pushed in deeper. The suction cups dragged along sensitive walls that had never been plundered. Her clit throbbed for attention and her pussy began to ache to be filled.
Beth frantically moaned around the tentacle in her mouth. It squirmed against her tongue and she latched on to it. Licking and sucking at it. The tentacles around her breasts squeezed gently and drew on her nipples, milking them and sending sweet ecstasy down to her core. She jerked her hips as much as she could, encouraging the monsters to take her.
The large creature in front of her moved closer and a single tentacle rose in front of her face. It was a wide as her wrist. She nodded her head desperately. The tentacle dropped down to rub through the mess between her legs. The tentacle in her ass pulled out nearly all the way before shoving back in hard.
Her back arched and she cried out. The large monster took it as the encouragement it was, and the thick tentacle shoved its way inside her. It stretched her wide around it, leaving her no choice but to take its hard thrusts. The tentacle in her mouth began to thrust shallowly, swirling around her tongue like a monstrous kiss.
Sweat covered her as she cried and moaned at the harsh fucking. Her ass and pussy clenched around the thick tentacles taking her in unison and ruining her for anyone else. Eyes closed, she did not notice another tentacle had joined the mix until it latched on to her clit. It drew the swollen nub deep into its suction cup and nursed on it, as if it were feeding.
Her pussy gushed juices down her thighs, soaking the sand beneath her. Her breasts bounced with each hard thrust of the tentacles between her legs. They fucked up into her, as other tentacles pulled her down into the motion. The air filled with the wet slurping noises of her body’s pleasure.
The ecstasy built until she thought she would go crazy from it. Sh
e moaned her pleasure around the tentacle thrusting between her lips. Finally, it was all too much and she exploded into a screaming orgasm. Her ass and pussy clamped down on the tentacles inside her as her body shook violently, pulse after pulse of ecstasy flowing through her.
It went on for what felt like hours, one orgasm after another, as the tentacles continued to draw on her nipples and clit and squirm inside her. Eventually, she collapsed in the hold of the tentacles too exhausted to come anymore. They slowly withdrew, leaving her gaping and wet.
Beth struggled to regain her breath from her place sprawled in the sand. The monsters circled her. She expected them to drift away now that they had finished with her, but they hovered. Beth looked down to see a puddle of pearly-blue liquid beneath her. It was dripping from between her legs.
She suddenly remembered her thoughts about The Devil’s Atoll being a breeding ground. Beth rubbed the slick substance between her fingers curiously. Could the monsters truly breed with her? She dropped her hand to her flat stomach. A better question was, would she be upset if they did?
Beth thought of the pleasure she had experienced in the twelve hours she had been on the island. She smirked. A tentacle crept across the sand toward her and she parted her thighs. She always did have a passion for sea creatures.
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