Ikura

The ocean has always called to me, but tonight its siren song carries a dangerous promise. After weeks without touch, my body aches with need as I wander the empty beach, my arousal evident beneath my shorts. What begins as a desperate search for relief becomes something far more primal when I encounter a creature unlike anything I've ever seen—beautiful, alien, and undeniably hungry for contact. Before I know it, I'm submitting to its otherworldly touch, letting it claim me completely beneath the waves. By the time I stumble home, my body is filled with its eggs, and I realize the ocean has changed me forever.

Ikura

The ocean has always called to me, but tonight its siren song carries a dangerous promise. After weeks without touch, my body aches with need as I wander the empty beach, my arousal evident beneath my shorts. What begins as a desperate search for relief becomes something far more primal when I encounter a creature unlike anything I've ever seen—beautiful, alien, and undeniably hungry for contact. Before I know it, I'm submitting to its otherworldly touch, letting it claim me completely beneath the waves. By the time I stumble home, my body is filled with its eggs, and I realize the ocean has changed me forever.

The setting sun paints the sky in hues of orange and purple as I kick off my shoes, letting the cool sand sift between my toes. It's been weeks since I felt another person's touch, and that porn marathon this afternoon has left me aching—hard and desperate beneath my shorts. The empty beach calls to me, its usual calming effect warped by my current state of need.

I wade into the water, sighing as the coolness wraps around my calves. The ocean has always been my sanctuary, but tonight it feels different—alive with possibilities. That's when I see them: dark purple tendrils emerging from the depths near the rocks, their lighter suction cups glinting in the fading light.

Fear spikes through me, but curiosity wins out. I wade deeper, moving toward the creature. Before I can reconsider, its tentacles brush against my ankles—warm, curious, not at all threatening. My pulse quickens as they wrap gently around my legs, the suction cups creating a sensation unlike anything I've ever felt.

When a thicker tentacle brushes against my erection through my shorts, I gasp. This is wrong, dangerous... and incredibly arousing. I sink to my knees in the chest-deep water, presenting myself to this unknown creature. As its tentacles explore beneath my waistband, I realize too late that I've crossed a line from which there's no return.