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Chapter 6

Lillian

W eightless. For the first time in my life, I feel truly… weightless.

It’s like swimming, but instead of the pressure of the water around me, everything feels warm and floaty. Fuzzy. Is this real? Am I alive?

Trying to get any concrete thoughts to form is a battle. I know I’m Lillian, and I’m an adult… what does that mean, adult? Don’t adults have responsibilities?

But what kind of responsibilities?

Cooking food… raising children…

I have to be forgetting something, don’t I?

No… no, there’s no need for me to get up just yet. I don’t have any children. I’m not hungry. Just a few more minutes. This bed is so comfortable…

“That’s right, Lil, we’re on vacation. Sleep in as long as you like.”

“Tiffany?”

My voice feels odd as it forms the name of my best friend, almost like I’m talking around a mouthful of cotton balls. But I’d know that voice anywhere.

“That’s right, hun. Just relax.”

Strong, soft hands start to rub my shoulders, and I have to admit, it feels amazing. The fingers knead into the sore muscles at my neck and collarbone, reaching down to stretch and soothe my tight chest.

“So… sore…”

“You swam a lot yesterday, Lil. It’s a wonder you didn’t drown!”

Drown?

Drown…

Bubbles spilling from my mouth, legs kicking, arms reaching–waving–struggling. Why is everything so hard? Why is everything so heavy??

“You’re safe, Lil. You’re here with me.”

“Tiffany, what’s–”

“Shhh, don’t speak. It’s okay. I know everything you need. We have everything you need.”

We?

A second pair of hands comes around to massage my feet, my ankles, my calves. Together, the two of them rub every limb, sending me deeper and deeper into total relaxation.

“It could be this everyday, you know. The three of us. Together.”

Tiffany’s voice is low and sweet as her hands explore lower down my body, almost meeting the other set as it climbs my legs and begins to tease at the apex of my thighs.

“Tiff–”

“I’ve always liked you, Lillian. But you haven’t let me in. I never wanted to steal Tiffany away from you. Not when you two feel so strongly about each other.”

Is that… Dean’s voice?

Dean… that’s right. Tiff’s boyfriend. They’re getting married. Without me…

“Let us in, Lil. Let us in, and we can all be together. Make this vacation last forever.”

“Va…ca…tion…?”

Each syllable is a Herculean effort, the air just not coming. My lips word soundlessly as I whisper-shout, until I feel a soft mouth nip at my own.

I let out what little air I have on a moan, and it rumbles through me, a million times louder than anything I’ve been able to say.

“We’re at the cabin, remember?” Tiffany coos. “The lake house? This is our last trip together.”

Lake! Lake water. Cold, so cold, so heavy, everywhere–my lungs, I can’t breathe, I can’t?—

“Help her, please. I can’t help her, I can’t…”

A low chuckle echoes through the vast emptiness around me. And then a voice, sultry and seductive, feels like it fills everything around and within me as she speaks. The hands on my body grow stronger, writhing and twisting as they wrap me in their embrace, squeezing and sucking and…

“I knew you’d come back. Back to my healing waters. Perhaps it’s time you stay…”

Darkness! Immeasurable darkness, pressing on my eyes–

“Accept my gift, Sweet Lillian. I can see your deepest desires, your desperation to be wanted. I want you, now. Stay with me. Let me in…”

More arms than I can count now, so many more than four, long and thick and languid, pull apart my legs, reaching into my most sensitive places.

I let out the last of my air on a sigh…

I open my eyes to find that my surroundings are quite dark. So dark, in fact, that I wonder if I actually did open my eyes, or if–

Ow!

Ooookay, nope. Seeing as I just poked myself in the iris, they’re definitely open. Magenta spots bloom in my vision, blocking out my view even more. Slowly, I rub my face and allow myself to adjust to the low light.

I can barely make out anything.

Except… I’m naked. My pale skin is one of the few things shining through the inky depths. But there’s something dark wrapped around my arms and legs. Cords? Ropes?

Slowly, my eyes adjust.

Seaweed?

Where am I? And what was that crazy dream–

You’re safe, Lillian.

The voice sounds low, sensual. It resonates around me, vibrating through my body, and feels strangely… familiar?

“Who’s there? Who are you?”

No sound comes out of my mouth. It’s like the dream again, only instead of cotton, bubbles float from my lips. My eyes widen, and I panic.

I can’t speak.

And I can feel pain.

Which means I’m awake. Awake and–

Underwater!

Your friend. The one you were dreaming about. You’ve been here with her before, have you not?

My mind races as I try to place the voice. Where have I heard it before?

One of the tendrils of seaweed floats from my leg, tickling the inside of my knee. And that’s when I remember.

She’s the voice from the dream.

Mmm, yes, I suppose you never saw me before. But I know you, Lillian. I know you so much better than you think.

I try to speak again, to ask who she is, but my mouth fills with water when I go to take a breath. I start to cough, only for more bubbles to launch themselves forward. My eyes sting with invisible tears, and I–

Easy, Lillian. You can breathe. Through your gills. Just like you’ve been doing.

Gills?!

I close my mouth, and attempt to breathe through my nose. Miraculously, instead of passing through my nostrils, I feel the water current through filters in my neck.

I’m breathing underwater.

What has she done to me?

She chuckles again, the sound filling my brain just like it has been, as if she has a direct line of communication into my very soul.

Oh, Lillian. I saved you. For I’m not the only one who’s interested in you and your friend. It appears you’ve collected an admirer.

Wha–

All will become clear in time, my dear. For now, sleep. You over-exerted yourself, and now, it’s time to rest.

The commanding presence filling the underwater cave dissipates. And suddenly, my eyelids are too heavy to hold open any longer.

Tendrils of seaweed wrap around my legs, coiling and uncoiling around my body, stroking up and down, higher and lower, closer and closer to my center. They brush against my rib cage and breasts, and I shiver as one skirts over my nipple, before delving ever nearer to the space between my legs.

Despite the fact that I’m clearly underwater, I feel wetness pool between my thighs. Is this a dream? Is any of this… real?

One of the tendrils suctions itself to my upper thigh, and in that moment I realize: this isn’t seaweed.

These are tentacles.

I gasp, and once again, my mouth makes no sound. Only bubbles rise from my mouth and nose as I struggle against the tentacles’ firm hold, feeling them rise to stroke against my lower lips.

“No!”

But my cries are useless. Even if I could speak, my body only betrays my words. Memories of Dean’s and Tiffany’s hands exploring me earlier rush to the surface of my mind, and I become a slave to the sensation. Heat spreads inside me, more wetness gushes from my pussy, and one long, thick tentacle slowly works itself between my folds and teases at my entrance.

I squeeze my eyes shut. This can’t be happening. This has to be a dream.

But what about the voice from before? Was She a dream?

Was Dean? Was Tiff?

A suction cup latches onto my clit, and at last, I hear a sound echo from my throat. But it isn’t a cry of resistance or pain.

It’s a lusty, desperate moan.

Don’t stop, I breathe, the words something between a thought and a flutter of bubbles. The monster obeys, and I feel my pussy stretch around a deliciously textured tentacle. It thrusts inside me, while another latches on and shudders against my clit. More appear, wrapping themselves around my torso, curling up the sensitive skin along the insides of my arms and up to my breasts, squeezing around the squishy globes, and teasing my nipples with their flexible tips.

Oh, God!

My whole body shudders as a second tentacle enters me, thrusting in and out in an opposite rhythm to the first, undulating inside me, alternating so I’m never empty. Water gushes in and around my gills as my breathing quickens, my heart beating in triple time. Where before, I couldn’t hear myself making any sound at all, now I’m too loud. My desperate moans and gasping breaths echo within the dark, wet cave, and the lewd sounds only make me even hornier.

I’m going to come. I’m going to explode around these tentacles. Hard.

Another gush of wetness trickles down my legs, soaking the strong arms that hold me in place. Then I feel one of them retreat, chilling my slick thigh with its absence.

Where–?

And then it answers.

Slippery with my own wetness, the tip of a tentacle slips between my ass cheeks, pressing at my tight hole.

Another moan reverberates around us as a wave of pleasure cascades through me, as suckers thrust inside me and ripple past my g-spot again and again. My pussy is a swollen mess, clenching around each thrusts, and I find myself pushing my walls open for them. I’m trying to take them deeper; I want this. I want to come harder than I could have ever dreamed.

Because this has to be a dream, right? I’m breathing underwater. I’m surrounded by lusty tentacles. Some merwitch gave me gills. I can’t possibly be awake right now…

And if I am, don’t wake me.

I feel my pussy twitch, and all the muscles around my entrance begin to flutter uncontrollably. The tentacle at my asshole pushes gently inside.

And then it starts to wriggle. It burrows against the tight bud, opening me up as it delves deep inside, deeper than I’ve ever let anyone try with my ass before.

But this is different. It’s not pinching, or hurting. It feels… amazing!

I’m a slick mess, already loose and dripping with arousal from the monster’s onslaught of my pussy and clit. This added pressure against my tight hole is alarmingly good. It’s almost tempting. Like if I could just open a little more for it, then maybe…

An orgasm overtakes me, and the sucker at my clit suctions off of me with a loud pop that echoes around the chamber. I cry out, not even caring that it’s nothing but a column of bubbles, too busy shaking with my release.

And the tentacle that had been spelunking my back hole redoubles its efforts, plunging into me so hard my legs spread wide to make room.

I hardly even register the slight pinch as it glides inside—still reeling from the pleasure of my orgasm. Wave upon wave of lusty heat crashes over me, while another sensation slowly takes hold: a delicious pressure writhing deep inside me, even deeper than the tentacles swirling into my g-spot.

This one radiates deep into my stomach. A pounding, hot ache that drives me mad.

Yep. This is the hottest sex dream I’ve ever had. Hands down.

The other arms wrap around me, stroking at my wet lips, sliding in and out between my folds, rubbing back and forth against my swollen clit. All the while, the pressure in my stomach builds hotter and hotter, as sucker after sucker grinds against my ass.

Oooooooooh Goooooood… The moan that comes out of me rumbles from deep in my chest. It’s entirely unrecognizable from any sound I’d ever heard myself make.

The coiling sensation deep in my belly pulses stronger, and suddenly, I feel my hips buck back of their own accord, forcing the tentacle inside my ass even deeper.

I need more. I’m going to come again. I’m going to–

Deeper! I scream, mouth opening soundlessly while my mind tunnels on that one thought. My only wish, and it comes true.

The monster impales me. In and out, pulling itself from me before ramming back between my legs, filling my deepest spaces, and curling into my stomach as it utterly wrecks me from the inside out.

A second orgasm rips through me, and that rough low voice I didn’t recognize rumbles from my throat. It almost seems to multiply, like two voices are moaning and crying out in unison, until the tremors slow, and cease, and I float back from whence I came.