The morning sun bathed softly over Atlantis as sunlight glittered on the surface of the little bay that made up it's main port. Small ripples destroyed the mirror-like illusion created by the breezeless air as the Captain of the finest merchant vessel Atlantis had to offer, the "Sea Nymph", brushed some light blue hair out from her face, smoke billowing through the air from out of her mouth in a steady stream. 

"Ahhhh." She murmured. Almost made her forget they had no customers. Indeed, the ship had been stuck on the same scene, day after day, just drifting. Why? Because nobody in Atlantis could figure out what the Gods wanted.
Everyone in Atlantis was keenly aware of the fact their island existed thanks to the grace of the Gods. They had, after all, created the island. They'd helped fill it's waters with delicious fish where none had existed before and on top of that, they were frequently visiting for...more intimate reasons. It helped that the Elves of Atlantis were so damn beautiful. But there was an issue now. For almost a week the Gods had been having real arguments with each other over, evidently, a new species that was swiftly rising in stature: the human race. 
Most of the other species didn't care much. Especially not people like Elves. Mostly because their wasn't even really a word in the Elvin language for the phrase 'thank you'. No, they were quite pompous and arrogant when it came to those "stupid round ears". 
Hence why when humans had tried to do business with them and tried to set up shops on Atlantis to sell their own wares, they'd been given the worst places on the island to sell things...when they weren't outright laughed away. And there existed no better example of this disrespect for anybody who didn't have pointed ears than Hannah the Cabin Girl. She grunted to herself as she swabbed the decks with a mop, red hair tied neatly into a ponytail under her white bandanna as the captain glanced over the deck and gave her a look. 

"Keep a-swabbin!" She proclaimed in that faintly airy tone that elves had, another deckhand lounging nearby, playing cards on a barrel.

"Why can't anyone else help with this? Why not Sarashala?" Hannah demanded of Captain Katnyss. 
"Because Sarashala only plays...and works...with those who have the finest of skills." The deckhand said, rolling her big baby blue eyes, yellowish/green hair draped over one shoulder as she put down a card.
"You're playing fuckin' Solitare."

"Like I said. Finest of skills."
"There's no justice in this world." Hannah grunted. All around her, the crew of her ship was lounging about and at best PRETENDING to look busy though there was little left to do except pray for a breeze or something, anything to happen. Hannah wished she could give them a real dressing down but she wasn't a big woman, only 5'8 or 9, with a fairly lithe frame, a white vest and red leggings tucked into brown leather boots her only real clothing, though today she'd grabbed a bandana as well to keep the sweat from her eyes. She glared at the captain again, green staring into bright pink. All Elves seemed to have unusual hair color and eye color. And, of course, the voices.
Why, oh WHY did elven voices have to command such authority, she thought inwardly. Why didn't more humans object to being left with scraps when it came to hocking wares? She sighed as the Captain rolled her eyes. Ugh. That human had been irritable lately, well, they all had, and so she walked away from the edge of the bridge, trying to avoid her scrutiny. With the Gods currently fighting with each other and arguing over humanity, the orders had been clear: no selling anything to any city outside Atlantean borders. They were all human cities and nobody wanted to do anythign with humans unless absolutely necessary by will of the Gods.
The most annoying part about humans was they were so...backwards. They only had ONE God which insisted you didn't overindulge in food or drink, that you couldn't engage in sex unless the one you loved was your wife or husband, all those foolish rules. They all seemed to be about denying yourself. She'd asked Hannah why in the Gods name anyone would worship this One God the humans had.

"He MADE us, for starters, Captain Katnyss."

"Suuuure he did."

"Also, it takes a lot more effort and integrity and willpower to hold BACK than it does to give in. It's easy to lash out and hurt someone who's hurt you. Forgiving is hard. Compassion is hard. But everything in life that's worth doing is hard, isn't it?"

"Sex isn't hard."

Hannah had then just snickered and began laughing almost insanely. "What's so funny?" Captain Katnyss had demanded before Hannah managed to surpress her laughter long enough to do an almost astonishing imitation of the Captain and her first mate Johann.
"AAH! AHH! My earring's stuck in your pubic hair!"

"WELL GET IT OUT, BY ARES'S BLOATED BALLS, GET IT OUT!" 
"Haaaa...haaaaaaaaaa." Katnyss had grunted. She'd really liked that earring. And now it was a permanent pubic hair accessory. Damn. 
The bell rang clear through the dusk air, catching the attention of the almost all-woman crew as they ate. They munched away on corn and bread and chunks of salted meat as the cool air brushed against almost two dozen sets of chests, covered only by thin tunics made of green and blue and yellow satin, matching bikini bottoms having been handed out after several days from leaving dock. Elves barely wore clothing when out on sea. None of the men nor women cared about being barely decent except maybe Hannah. But then again, it could be that she couldn't afford to BUY satin clothes. 
The day passed as the one before had, heat suffusing every inch of the ship and the women aboard it. Nothing interesting happened that day  and finally night fell once more. Hannah sighed, she had been working all day, given no breaks, and forced to eat her meals on the go, and now she had a night to look forward to with little to do but stand about. Luckily though she had company this time. Looking over at the lovely Erin, one of the girls who manned the crow's nest, the red-haired girl looked over at her before making her way towards the girl as she stood by the edge of the ship, resting against the railing.
"You as bored as I am?" Hannah asked.

"Astoundingly." Erin intoned. "Look, tell you what, Hannah. How about you and I help each other out? You're bored, I'm bored..."

"You wanna play cards?" Hannah asked.
"I was thinking more...intimate games." Erin whispered huskily, dark blue hair in fine curls as she leaned in close to Hannah, giving her a little lick on the cheek as the human shuddered, Erin's pearl earrings glinting in the light of the soft moon. 

"I dunno, I...I mean, THAT?" Hannah murmured. "I've never really done that before."

"Relax. It's not technically sex, so you're not TECHNICALLY going against your God's rules, right?" Erin chuckled, resting back against the railing, spreading her legs slightly as she closed her eyes, readying herself for the right touch. And Hannah was about to provide, nervously reaching out until...something snaked it's way up. Something was sliding along the side of the railing and another was encircling the blue-haired elf's legs. 
Still not realizing anything was wrong, Erin giggled, "What? Don't like what you see?" the object moving up to curl between her legs. Instantly the elg gasped, a sudden pressure placed between her thighs through the thin satin. "Oh wow…" she breathed, "What are you doing? It feels like you have your entire arm curled up there" the crotch of her bikini-bottom dampening slightly with her arousal. It had been some time since anything besides her own hand had pressed against her like that, and the sensation perked her nipples almost instantly. So caught up in her pleasure, the doomed elf didn't question as something else wrapped around her breasts, mashing the hard nubs of flesh beneath the tunic, causing a short moan to push from her lips.
"ERIN..." Hannah's voice whispered out, eyes wide in horror as she stepped back and Erin's hand drifted down to what she thought was the arm of the human...
"THA'TS NOT ME!" 
Eyes now snapping open as it found something else, cold, rubbery flesh caught between her grasping fingers. 
"What in the actual fu-" 
And then she was gone, hauled over the railing, wrapped up in the unmistkable sight of tentacles, her scream piercing the night.

"WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" Hannah screeched out, barreling for the cabin door and slamming it just in time to avoid suckers reaching out for her. Immediately people poked their heads out of windows or opened up doors, gaping as huge, hulking monstrosity burst forth from the water, roaring and pounding it's chest with it's clawed fists. It was almost faintly like a turtle with it's armored and shelled chest and back, but the enormous, fanged maw of rows and rows of teeth and the many tentacles making up its lower body made it clear it wasn't a turtle one iota. No. The tentacles, the muscular arms and chest, the burning golden/red eyes...this was a Kraken. 
Getting out of bed, Captain Katnyss whistled sharply, a largr group of crewmates readying weapons. They held up swords and spears high, desperate to try and force this thing away from the ship. "Anyone who doesn't have a weapon, get one immediately from the hold!" She demanded, racing at a tentacle, slicing a tip off of one with a cry, cringing as she saw Erin getting lifted up into the air towards the Kraken's gaping maw.
Erin tried to scream again, her entire body covered with an enormous tentacle, suckers gripping at her nearly naked form, lashed around her waist, chest and that same original tendril curled between her kicking legs. Looking around in panic, she watched as another girl was grabbed from the deck of the ship, unlike her though the yellow-haired elf's top had been torn off by one of the suckers gripping her, her breasts left exposed as she was flung around by the giant creature. Hearing the faint shouts of the captain, a flicker of hope arose in her, the feeling lasting only a moment, and dashed horrifically as she watched the small form of the first girl vanish into the maw of the Kraken, squirming futilely as she too was pulled closer to it's waiting jaws that gave way to the dark abyss of his mouth. 
Meanwhile, deckhand Sarashala's chest heaved as she fought against the grip of the Kraken, her breasts freed from the confines of her tunic, left to rest against the rubbery inner-suckers of the beast's tentacles, the pull on her nipples from it almost intoxicating in it's gentle pressure on the sensitive flesh. Letting out a sigh, she found herself trying to rub her satiny crotch against the encircling tendrils, not noticing how close she was to the Kraken's mouth. With an almost disappointed sound, she found herself freed from the grip of the monster, suddenly finding herself wrapped in a new feeling, warmth spreading through her. Looking up she saw the night sky vanish as the jaw crashed shut, her body amazingly spared by it's sharp fangs as it's thick tongue wrapped itself around her waist, saliva dripping down onto her body. Feeling her thighs slicken as the saliva mixed with her own fluids, the heat rushing through her, and the feel of the fleshy insides of the mouth against her body causing her body to almost ache for more. Her wish was soon granted as she slipped deeper into the depths of the maw, lost in a push of pink fleshy lining.
The battle wasn't going as well as the captain wanted. Bodies were strewn all over the deck. Some were being whacked down by kraken tentacles, a third were wrapped up and struggling uselessly to free themselves. One by one each one it captured got tossed into it's waiting maw as it leisurely rubbed a belly that was slowly expanding and growing, eagerly taking in each new girl. It was amazing how it had perfected the art of not damaging the meat considering it's unique maw, but they were in a way, the lucky ones. It was over for them. For the captain, her crew were still in dire danger. Their bodies bruised and blood covered, both their own red blood and the black blood of the beast splattered everywhere. "Come on ladies, if we don't keep fighting we'll all end the day in this things stomach!" punctuated every shout the captain gave as she sliced and slashed at encroaching tentacles.  
Erin meanwhile squirmed about in the fleshy confines of the Kraken's esophagus. She could hear faint shouts of devoured crewmates, her own situation no better. Her entire body was being compressed by the strong muscles of the beast's throat, the heat interrupted only by the growing heat between her legs, her vagina throbbing with a perverse pleasure at her predicament. She had given up hope of survival, and rather then spend her last moments crying and moping, she had pressed her hand down through the muscles, slipping it into her bikini and stroking at the delicate folds of her crotch, her clit swollen with all the attention pushed upon it. Short moans escaping her as she slid down towards whatever awaited her in the stomach of the Kraken. Her fate hidden to her, Erin paid it little heed, her attention turned completely on the soothing touch of her own fingers inside her, pressing against the inner-lining of her pussy, tickling at it with her nails. A sudden rush of warm air against her bare feet sent her over the edge. Her hips bucking into the flesh that surrounded her, Erin gave off one final howl as her fingers were submerged in her own juices, the sticky fluids rushing out, splashing onto her thighs as it broke upon the front of her garments. Her entire world fading out in the sudden onslaught of pleasure, the blonde girl didn't notice as the rest of her became free from the crushing press of the throat, falling into a pool of tingling fluids nearly 12' below her. She had entered the stomach, and she wasn't alone.
Sarashala watched wearily as another body slipped from the exit of the throat, crashing down into the fluids she had found herself in. It was sapping her strength just staying afloat now, around her several other women had joined her in the stomach. Slime covered walls rearing high around them, the acid was as deep as a swimming pool from what she cared to guess, and the size of the belly was just about right to be a swimming pool as well. She had come in alone, but others had followed her, one or two just being the top halves of the devoured woman. Not all had lasted though, several bodies floated face down in the acids, others simply slipping beneath the surface and not being seen again. She didn't doubt that she'd end up the same way, nothing more than belly fat for the beast. Her nerve endings had been killed by the fluids around her. Letting out a sigh she watched as a rather beautiful blue-haired lass slid beneath the surface, her hand flailing weakly before vanishing. "Another… one…." Almost slipping under herself from the effort of talking, she caught herself at the last moment, a blonde in the distance letting out a sob before she too was gone, more dead meat.  Looking down at her genitals, she gaped. Her hand was already gone? She had thought for sure-
Alas. Too far gone to even enjoy her-GLUB.
Meanwhile, Hannah was currently ushering several people onto a lifeboat, getting everyone she could to follow after while the thing was distracted. The captain kept trying to rally crewmmates to keep fighting, but Hannah knew that was pointless. She finally let out a loud whistle. "Captain, c'mon! We need to go while it's distracted!" She insisted angrily.

"Don't you tell me what to do!" the Captain growled, all her clothing but her bra ripped away by Kraken tentacles as she slashed forth at another one. "I have this completely under-"
Then a tendril slid up between her legs, sliding swiftly into the tight passage of her vagina as well, just the tip of the tentacle fitting into her. "Oh...MY." She whispered, eyes widening. Her body became wracked with pleasure as her hips jerked and the tentacle was shoved in deeper. Before she could do anything else, she was whisked away with a yank, another meal for the monster.
"Okay...I'm going to pretend I didn't see that. All in favor?"

"AYE!" Everyone who could nodded in agreement, the lifeboat plopping into the water as they began swiftly rowing away towards the shore in the distance. Indeed, it was an agonizing night even for the survivors, the Kraken finishing up his meal and rubbing a bulging, bloated belly as he leisurely lay against the ship. It's stomach was full to the brim with delicious elves and it belched as it got to work breaking them down, turning them into the nutrients it needed. The city had no idea that the Gods had decided humanity was meant to be the next prodigal species. And that meant the creatures that regularily harassed them had to be punished. With Atlantis and its elves being first.
Letting out another satisfied belch as it's clawed hands rubbed it's immense stomach, the kraken sighed in bliss, hoping that the elves would continue to be just as divine to devour as these had.