Tentacle Tied, an Erotic Short Story

The day was waning by the time I reached the cabin in the woods, about a mile’s hike from where the trees got too thick to drive any farther. I’d come prepared, climbing the hill and trekking down around the lip of the valley with my trusty worn boots and my pack bundled high on my back. The effort got me a breathtaking view of the blue-tinted landscape in shadow, the last rays of golden sunshine cresting along the tree-lined horizon. By the time the cabin appeared in my view, I was practically bounding through the dirt.

The door wasn’t locked so I let myself in. The inside was spare but inviting, just a single room with the necessities: a freestanding iron hearth on one side framed by two lounging chairs, a kitchenette with a small dining table next to one window, and a bed and bedside table next to the far corner. Another door on the back wall mirrored the front door and opened to a humble back porch, beyond which a footpath led to the lake.

Dusk had taken over by the time I emerged from the house and took the footpath to the water. I dipped my fingers into the clear pool, cool to the touch but not bracing. Darkness settled as I walked around the edge to the opposite bank, my eyes adjusting with the rest of the world. The moon was almost full and reflecting off the lake, the surface as shiny and bright as a newly minted coin. I didn’t even need to use my headlamp to see my way.

I followed the footpath away from the water’s edge through the trees and up a hill. The path was darker but the moonlight filtered down through the trees. I chose my steps carefully without using my headlamp. I didn’t want to disturb the night, not when I’d become a part of it. The woods thickened before the path curved into a steep switchback then leveled out. I stepped through the brush to find a natural hot spring canopied by trees overlooking the valley below.

My skin prickled with sweat in the cool night air as I shed my clothes and slipped into the crystalline water. The steam licked at my body as I submerged, bit by bit, into the liquid heat. Soft tendrils of grass grazed at my ankles and calves, waving in the current that I’d created.

I sat back against a smooth rock and sighed, letting my legs float in front of me. The lake below was a perfect mirror of the sky, their stillness punctured only by the occasional shooting star. My muscles relaxed as the solid warmth cradled my body.

As I idled, I waved gently through the water, feeling the sway of the liquid as it moved around me. I brought my hands out of the water and let hot droplets fall from my fingers down my neck and shoulders. All of my senses came alive, my skin aching for touch.

So I gave it what it wanted, running my hands up and down my arms, my legs, then along my sides, embracing myself. Cradled. Warm. Safe.

My body buzzed. I stroked up and down my thighs, my belly. Eventually, my hands found their way between my legs. I sighed and nestled deeper into the nook I’d made for myself, sinking until the water was just below my chin.

I started by drawing circles up and down the sides of my clit. With each stroke, my body softened a little more. I let the boulder behind me take my weight as I leaned back. Only my face and the tips of my breasts poked out of the water, my nipples puckering in the crisp air.

I sighed. I could usually provide everything I craved for myself with just my hands and maybe a toy. But occasionally I wanted sensations beyond my own capability. The feeling of being all wrapped up and filled. Another body that could take everything I wanted to give.

But I made do. Toys were an easy way to get off quickly but I liked the challenge of getting there manually. With my other hand, I grasped at my breast, sighing again. I still wanted more. Every time I came close, my orgasm skittered away. I let out a grunt of frustration and dug my heels into the soil, the long reeds of grass brushing up my calves. I ground back harder against the rock, thrust up my hips, and stroked faster. Sweat formed on my brow and melted onto the surface of the spring. My frustration grew until it began to eclipse the pleasure.

As I considered giving up on chasing that elusive peak, I noticed the tendrils of grass tangling around my ankles. I fluttered my legs to break free but they seemed to get tighter. The frustration broke through and I moved to sit up – except something tugged on my waist, keeping me anchored to where I sat.

I twisted around with a start only to feel the vines tighten around my calves and thighs, constricting my movements. Despite being just chest deep, being restrained underwater made me panic and I began to thrash. To my surprise, the tendrils emerged from the water with an undeniable will in their movement, as if they were limbs clinging to my own. I watched in shocked awe as the long, warm, thick appendages wrapped around my arms, while a thicker trunk tightened around my midsection.

Only then did I find my voice, though I doubted anyone could hear my screams that far in the wilderness, muted by the canopy of trees. I struggled as the tendrils wrapped themselves higher, tighter around my upper arms, my thigh, and my torso, restricting my ability to move with each inch they took. My cries escalated between gasps for breath, yet I remained mostly above water. The restraining vines stilled my movements and my splashing subsided.

The resulting quiet was even more alarming, punctuating my helplessness. I watched, immobilized and agape, as a tentacle slithered up my inner thigh. I kicked and fought and screamed but my muscles came up hard and short against the incredible force that held me fast against the rock at my back. My chest heaved up and down as the tip of the appendage reached the apex of my thighs with my legs held inexorably apart…

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