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.

I whimpered as the smooth and slick tentacle flicked up and down the folds of my pussy. Despite my fear, I was sopping wet with arousal. As the tip lined up with my entrance, I screamed and thrashed as hard as I could, so gripped with a potent mix of horror and curiosity that I didn’t comprehend what was happening until another thick appendage wrapped itself around my neck and stuffed itself into my open mouth, cutting off my cries and nestling deep into my throat, leaving just enough space for me to breathe.

The effect was so overpowering, so sure, that it activated a deep instinct within me to submit. I could do nothing but watch as the other tentacle entered my body in a slow but certain stroke, thickening as it stretched and filled me, inch by inch, with barely any friction between its slick skin and my wet slit. I moaned and squirmed as much as I could, limited now to just my hands and feet. My heart fluttered in my chest with a mix of petrified terror and overwhelming arousal. When the appendage between my legs began to stroke in and out, I lost my mind and body completely to the sensations of being wrapped tight and utterly filled.

Absently I wondered if I was dreaming or hallucinating – maybe I’d accidentally waded into a psychedelic hot spring, except none of the reviews mentioned anything like this. To my surprise, what I’d thought was a rock shifted under me and a pair of human arms emerged from behind either side of me, grasping my aching breasts in their large hands.

I groaned and arched into what I could only guess was a strange creature constructed by my accidentally shroom-addled brain. It seemed to understand that I wasn’t frightened or fighting anymore, its hardness giving way to the new undulations of my body. My arousal grew to a fever pitch as the tentacle pumped harder in and out of my pussy and the smooth fingertips teased and pinched my nipples. I writhed and moaned on the precipice of release.

As if the creature knew exactly what I was begging for, it covered my clit in another warm and wet appendage and pulled gently, rhythmically, creating a suction that sent me clamoring over the edge of an earth-shattering orgasm. I leaned back my head and screamed – the tentacle in my mouth used that chance to go even deeper, cutting off my voice and breath. The wave of fear this inspired was swept away in the torrent of pleasure that racked my body. Just as my chest felt like it would burst and the panic threatened to overwhelm me, the appendage retreated from my mouth and I gasped for breath, riding a wave of pleasure that would not stop.

My chest heaved against the thick trunks that held me as my body rippled and twitched. I lost all track of time as the first climax extended into another, and another. As I came down, the tentacles relaxed their hold until I felt less restrained and more… cradled.

I let out an undignified mewl as the arms drew back from my breasts and the appendages lifted from my clit and pulled out of my pussy, both throbbing and somehow still craving more. Reality came rushing at me as my restraints loosened and I began to float. Surely the hallucinations would turn back into grass and vines as I stopped tripping – instead, I noticed that while the blue-green tentacles were smooth, they darkened and hardened like scales along the top and lightened in color along the bottom. I reached out and pressed my palm along the smooth, soft, and warm underside of one of the retreating appendages.

I gasped and turned to face a tall, dark, human figure with long arms and broad shoulders rising from the water where I thought I’d leaned against a moss-covered rock. Around it, a cluster of pulsating tentacles emerged from the water. I couldn’t make much of its face in the dark but I could tell it was looking at me. We eyed each other like duelists until I broke the standoff by stepping back, slipping, dunking my head underwater, sputtering, and crawling up the edge of the spring like a swamp monster, my hair indiscernible from the weeds caught in it.

I scrambled to my feet and whirled around to face the hot spring, where the creature remained where it stood – next to where I’d left my clothes.

My breath came out hard and hot in the cool night air. Once again, we stared at each other. It had barely moved but I thought I saw a slight tilt in the creature’s head.

I shivered and didn’t wait to find out if it would move again. I turned on my heel and ran back to the cabin as fast as I could, panting by the time I made it to the back porch. Surely whatever was in my system would pass by the morning – then I could pick up my clothes and confirm that the hot springs had somehow been infused with the most potent mushrooms ever.

I slammed the door behind me, latched the locks to both entrances, and collapsed face-down on the bed, only then realizing that leaving my clothes behind meant that I was still naked and that I’d streaked through the forest to get here. I grabbed one corner of the blanket and rolled it over myself as I turned to face the side of the cabin that looked out to the lake.

It was just a dream, I told myself. A very, very hot dream.

I didn’t take long to fall asleep. My exhausted body pulled my mind under and I dreamed of shadowy figures in the deep.

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