I became an offering to the Sea King, and he rewarded me for my devotion [F19 M30s+] [Sea monster] [Tentacles] [Multi-penetration] [Excessive cum] [Taking virginity]
The night before I unexpectedly become an offering to the Sea King, my dreams are…unusual. The details aren’t clear in my mind, though. All I really remember from the night is being suspended in the air, held up by something cool and slick wrapped tight around my wrists and ankles.
And…there were tentacles from some sort of beast wrapping around me. Writhing. Tightening. I recall having the impression that they were exploring. Eager. One in particular was inching up my thigh, last I recall before waking.
When I do awaken, despite being alone in my cottage, I’m a bit embarrassed to notice the thrumming arousal between my legs. Face heating, I reach down with a hand and find myself more wet than I think I’ve ever been, even from the occasional dream where attractive men take an unexpected interest in me.
I don’t have time to dwell on my hazy memories of my dreams or the reaction they’ve caused in my body. The sun is already breaking the horizon, and the Temple of the Sea King is waiting.
I dress in the flimsy ceremonial gown all of the temple maidens wear and rush out of the cottage. The temple is a ten-minute walk from my home, but I run to it in five. Grass becomes rocky soil as I approach the seaside cliffs where it waits.
Emphasis on flimsy, by the way. It doesn’t matter much when I’m in the temple itself, but the stray gazes from the villagers make me flush as I run. The priest who runs the temple demands practicality, which means not wasting too much fabric on the temple workers who could become offerings for our king at any moment. This means there’s nothing shielding my arms and most of my legs from the sea’s chill breeze. Or wandering eyes.
I don’t have to worry much about regarding looks from the village men, though, outcast that I am. They may look my way occasionally, but they never stare. They don’t care much for me, and if they find me attractive, they pretend not to. Even the other temple maidens rarely speak to me, still perturbed by my dead mother’s dabbling in witchcraft and the fears that she passed forbidden knowledge onto me. I don’t mind too much. It’s a bit lonely, but at least I’m not the center of attention. I can focus on keeping the temple clean and spend my evenings praying instead of gossiping.
Today as I enter, though, I find myself overwhelmed by stares from the other maidens. Something’s different.
My mind immediately goes to the obvious answer.
It only takes a moment for my fear to be confirmed. “The priest says,” one girl tells me coolly, “you’ve been chosen as the next offering.”
My heart skips a beat, and my head snaps toward the open set of doors at the back of the temple. A step out of them takes one directly over the edge of the cliffs and down to the sea. In most circumstances, it would certainly be a death sentence, though no one knows for sure what happens to the maidens who go as offerings. They don’t leave bodies, so the Sea King must take them somewhere. But does he take them alive?
It’s a burning question, but not one I’ve ever cared to have answered the hard way. Not that I get a choice. The maidens usher me to the doorway, and my life falls into the hands of our king. Our god. I force a deep breath, reminding myself of the calm I’ve felt during our ceremonies, especially the past few weeks. The king knows me, knows my devotion.
One moment, I’m standing at the edge of the temple, staring at waves as they beat against rocks below. The next, a pillar of icy water is rising up from the sea to swallow me. Someone pushes me, and I fall forward into the pillar.
Within seconds of the frigid ocean touching me, I black out.
Thankfully, when I come to, I’m somewhere a bit warmer. There’s not much light, just the flickering of a lantern nearby. I blink a few times as my senses gradually return.
A cave. A dark, damp cave. Did I get washed in here by the water?
I turn my head, scanning for the cave entrance, and when I find it, my eyes widen. Beyond the cave I sit in, which is very much filled with breathable air, is a wall of ocean. Shadows pass through the water, silhouettes of fish darting about.
How far under the sea am I?
Movement in my peripheral makes me shift my gaze again, and I jolt when my eyes find the tall figure standing in nearby shadows. I can’t make out much. All I know is that this person is bigger than any man could be. Taller than the tallest man in the village by a good couple of feet.
The figure speaks. “Lily, isn’t it?”
The sound of my own name being growled by something so inhuman sends a chill down my spine. “Uh, yes,” I stammer. As the words stumble out of my mouth, I become more aware, the last of the grogginess finally fading. Despite being in a relatively dry, breathable space compared to the water I fell into, I’m soaking wet.
My face heats. Whatever the figure in the shadows is—and I certainly have my suspicions—he speaks with a man’s voice and is vaguely shaped like one. Outside of my brief sprints to the temple and back, I’ve never been in the presence of a man in such little clothing. And it’s worse now that I’m soaking wet. Sure, the gown covered part of my chest, but the already sort-of-sheer fabric has gotten worse in exactly the way you’d expect after a dip in the ocean. Part of me wants to try to cover my breasts with my hands, but I suppress the urge. It seems pointless.
The figure in the shadows shifts slightly, and I catch a glimpse of something twisting through the space behind him, long and tendril-like. My heart skips a beat.
“Why…why did you choose me?” I ask. “And…are you going to…eat me?”
The figure…chuckles, to my surprise. “I don’t eat my offerings.”
Then, he’s stepping forward, and there’s no denying that I’m face-to-face with the Sea King himself.
Dark blueish-green skin shines in the lanternlight, just as wet as mine is. It takes me a moment to see that there are scales covering his skin, a hint of iridescence in their sheen. He’s not wearing much, just a pair of black pants that are tight against heavily muscled legs. The hands resting at his sides are massive. The fingers end in claws.
My gaze lifts, skimming across bare, muscled chest, to study his face. I take it all in at once but struggle to process what I’m seeing. Sharp features, eyes that shine silver, and black horns spiraling from his head. Frills emerging from his skin around the horns. Tall, pointed ears.
And then, the tentacles. I see four of them, at first, seemingly emerging from his back. They dance slowly through the air around him as he takes another step forward.
The king’s icy gaze seems to slice right through me to my soul as it sweeps over me. I’ve never felt so exposed in my life. It makes me almost miss the village. I was a loner, there. Rarely spoken to. But at least I didn’t have the full attention of a primordial king focused on me.
He continues. “Why would I eat my most loyal worshippers?”
“Most…loyal?”
“To be offered to me is a reward.” The Sea King’s head tips to the side. All I can focus on is how strange it is to be in the presence of something like this. “And you have been the most devoted of all in your village.”
My face flushes. It’s true, I spend the most time in the temple of all the village maidens. And I often prayed to the king for my life to change. But I never was certain he was listening, though I swore I felt some sort of presence with me often.
“And…what exactly is my reward?” I ask.
The king strolls toward me, closing the gap between us. He towers over me. I instinctively press myself back against the wall, though now I’m just overwhelmed by his powerful presence rather than scared I’m about to die.
“I’ve seen your heart, your loneliness, and how you feel about the visions I’ve sent you,” he tells me.
My face flushes as I recall last night’s dreams. The realization that my king is aware of them. Aware of my arousal. More dreams from the past few weeks surface, having been forgotten in my waking hours. More detail, too. Those tentacles creeping in…
My heart is beating out of control now. My stomach is twisting and flipping, and that throbbing is back between my legs again. I squeeze them together, desperately hoping for some reprieve from my body’s reaction.
“As a reward for your devotion,” the king continues, “you may join my kingdom. And if you would like, you can enjoy the pleasure of your king’s body.” He leans in slightly.
My face is unbearably hot. In my nineteen years of life, I’ve never so much as kissed a human man. Am I really going to let this beastly sea god take my virginity? My eyes flick to the tentacles writhing through the air behind him. And…are those going to be involved? Those dreams flash in my mind again.
“I…” I can barely speak, my mind and body are such a mess. One of the tentacles stretches out, reaching through the space between the king and I to approach my face. Graze my cheek. A groan slips out from my throat.
Whatever this is, I don’t think I want it to stop.
“No need to speak, if you can’t,” he murmurs. “As one of my followers, I can sense some of what you’re feeling.” His mouth spreads in a faint smile, flashing those sharp teeth at me. “An impression of your mind.”
Then, apparently sensing my desire for him to continue, he leans in even closer, further narrowing the space between us. More tentacles emerge from behind him. Not all are the same thick, suckered limbs. Some are smoother tendrils, still scaled flesh, but a bit thinner than the first ones I saw.
Two of the thicker ones reach down, find my legs, and latch on. There seems to be some flexibility in their length and size, like the king has some shapeshifting power. As they wrap around my thighs, they thicken a bit. Swell.
It’s not until the tentacles reach me that I realize just how tightly I’d had my legs squeezed together in a desperate attempt to quell the sensation stirring there. Once the tentacles have forced their way around my legs, they pry them apart, spreading me wide open for the king. I’m reminded that I have nothing on beneath the gown as the fabric rides up to my waist.
Hunger flicks across the Sea King’s expression.
Another tentacle reaches down from above to wrap grab my wrists, bind them together, and pull my arms above my head. I’m lifted into the air and pressed firmly against the cave wall.
Oh, god. I feel my own wetness gush out of me with the motion.
“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” the king growls, bringing his face in close to mine. The heat from his breath hits my cheek. This close, I’m overwhelmed by the sheen of his scales. The glint in his eyes. The sharp teeth in his mouth.
One of the thinner tendrils traces the edge of my face. Its tip is slick, I realize. And as it grazes my skin, more liquid trickles from it. My gaze briefly darts down to the king’s waist, and there’s more indication of his arousal there. A massive bulge that’s still growing.
More of those thinner, smooth tentacles spawn behind him and reach for me, stealing my attention, oozing precum from their tips as well. The bigger tentacles’ hold on my thighs relaxes a little, and I instinctively squeeze them together again, desperate to do something to appease the throbbing at my clit but unable to move my hands to do so.
A new tendril reaches me and pushes its way between my legs. I gasp as it reaches my entrance and then shoves in further, penetrating me. I groan when it continues inward a few more inches.
A moment later, the tendril between my legs begins to swell in size, thickening, pressing against my walls. I groan as my legs are pushed apart again by its growing size. Pleasure floods me as I’m stretched slightly down there.
Another tentacle pokes at the entrance, then pushes its way in, joining the first. My legs spread farther.
Meanwhile, the tentacle hovering by my face begins stroking my cheek again, leaving more fluid dripping down my skin. The tentacle’s tip creeps towards my lips.
“I want to be in every opening,” the king murmurs. “Filling every one of your holes.”
The tentacle reaches my mouth and pushes in, prompting another moan out of me. One of the limbs down in my pussy twitches at the sound, making me gasp. Then, the tendril at my lips pushes in deeper, filling my mouth.
“Suck,” the king prompts. I obey, and the action draws a guttural moan of pleasure from the king. The tentacles between my legs swell a little more and push in deeper. I groan around the tentacle in my mouth.
More tendrils crawl up my legs, prodding and grabbing at me, reflecting the king’s desire. Their numbers force my legs even further apart. Meanwhile, the ones inside me begin pumping slowly, each hard thrust accompanied by a grunt from the king.
One of the tendrils grazes over my ass, leaking more precum over the area. Then it slips between my cheeks and slides inside, moving in easily with how slick it is. I suck harder on the tendril in my mouth, half-choking on a yelp of surprise and pleasure. More of the tentacles circle my face.
Meanwhile, another tentacle twists and presses itself firmly against my clit. For a moment, all there is is mildly pleasant pressure. Then, it begins rubbing. I squirm and try to cry out, completely and totally overwhelmed by how good it feels. My strangled moan comes out muffled.
The king’s gaze seems to be locked on my mouth, lust heavy in his eyes. His hands move down to his waist and begin undoing his pants. I tilt my head down slightly to watch, but one of the tentacles moves to my chin and tips my head back, bringing my gaze back to the king’s.
“Look at me while I fill your mouth,” he grunts. Another tendril darts to my lips and pushes them apart again, sliding in next to the one I’m already sucking on. Precum gushes into my mouth as my lips tighten around the new addition.
The tentacles writhe and pump between my legs. The king’s breathing grows heavy. “That’s it,” he growls, an otherworldliness creeping out of his throat with the words. Power. I can hear the ocean’s power in his voice.
His voice rises into a strained yell of pleasure. The tentacles in my mouth twitch in unison, and cum gushes from their tips. Far too much to swallow, though I do try to get it down. Most of it dribbles out of my mouth, down my chin. Drips onto my breasts.
I manage a glance down, and this time I see the king’s cock has been free from his pants. It’s massive, green and scaled like the rest of him, but otherwise human-like. His primary source of pleasure seems to be the writhing limbs he already has crammed into my openings, though. Another tendril forces its way into my mouth with the other two and explodes with more cum. It gushes right back out of my mouth and spills down my front.
The king’s hips thrust forward. His cock shoves into my pussy between the tentacles already there, and he begins thrusting hard and fast. The tentacle rubbing against my clit picks up its pace, too, quickly overwhelming me, pushing me to the edge. Another muffled scream of pleasure escapes my throat as I find my release.
The king’s final release follows quickly after, and the entire cave seems to shudder with his next roar of pleasure. There’s a series of eruptions, explosions of cum from everything crammed up inside me. I feel what must be gallons of liquid gush out. It coats my thighs, trickles down my legs, splatters against the cave floor. A burst of cum from the tendril in my rear fills my ass with plenty more.
Once he’s finished I’m lowered to the cave floor, a shaking, whimpering mess. The tentacles all retract from my body, dripping with the king’s cum and my own fluids. As they pull away and retract into the king’s back, I find myself feeling a bit empty, already missing the sensation of being completely filled.
The king drops into a crouch next to me and rests one of his massive, clawed hands on my cheek. “Welcome to my kingdom, little maiden,” he purrs.