//Tags: bittersweet ending, kraken, ocean, lewd, tentacles, cuddling, mild femdom, imprisonment, short story, high fantasy setting
 
Kraken
 
A deafening crack rings out as the mast splits. The noise mixes with the sounds of thunder and lightning in the howling gale. The giant wooden beam couldn’t take the pressure of being crushed into the ocean. Your entire vessel is sideways in the water and sinking fast. Bubbles boil out of the capsized ship as it sinks into the sea.
 
You look around at your fellow sailors as you float nearby. A few of them are panicking. Trying to grab a hold of driftwood or other flotsam. Trying to stay afloat. Most are like you, calmly treading water and waiting for the end to come.
 
You knew they were out there. In the waves. Lurking. Waiting. You've seen them for a few days now, following the ship. They do that sometimes; makes the men really nervous. It's a surefire sign a storm is brewing. They can predict it somehow. The boat doesn’t always sink of course, and they end up disappointed. But not today. Today is their lucky day. The day their patience finally pays off.
 
You start to hear screams as men are pulled under. You see the occasional fin or tentacle break the surface just for a second before going back under. And then there is one less man treading water. Not all of them scream. Some are resigned to their fate. A few seem to be praying.
 
You wonder what you will end up with. Something cuddly, you hope. Something kind. You decide it would be best not to get your heart set on one particular species. That’s just a recipe for disappointment.
 
Finally your turn has come. Something grabs you by the ankle. You take a deep breath. It pulls you under in one swift stroke. Down and down it drags you, deep beneath the waves. You try to make your body into a streamlined shape. You want this part to go as quickly as possible; you can't breathe. You assume that it's taking you to somewhere you can. That it knows what it is doing. You hope to god that it does.
 
You can't get a good look at it. Your rescuer. Your captor. It's dark beneath the waves. It's something strong. Something soft. Something fast.
 
You are running out of breath. Dying. You begin to struggle. Not for any logical reason, just simple animal panic. You try to force it off of you, grabbing at whatever is binding you. You kick your legs and swing at it. It just ignores you as it continues to swim. Your vision goes dark.
 
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You are somewhere warm. Somewhere soft, wet, and wriggling. It feels good. Really good. You gasp with pleasure and open your eyes. Pink eyes stare back at you from a beautiful smiling face. You try to pull back in surprise, but find you cannot. You look at your body, trying to figure out what is going on. You are completely wrapped up in tentacles. They coil around your legs, wrap up your arms, slither all over your torso. You look around for something that can help you. Somewhere to escape to. You see nothing. Absolute blackness in all directions. You briefly wonder if you are in hell.
 
Then more pleasure hits you. They don’t have pleasure in hell. She has pulled you inside her. She is pulling your entire body back and fourth gently, working your manhood through her hot tunnel ever so sensuously. You groan as your muscles go limp, basking in the sensation. The tentacles around your arms and legs squeeze and kneed at your flesh as they massage you. She begins increasing the speed of the thrusting as she gets more into it, letting out small coos and gasps. She uses her tentacles to lift your arms to her breasts, then pushes on the backs of your hands to force them down onto her soft mounds. She is working your entire body like a lewd marionette. You comply with her wishes and pinch gently at her nipples. She moans deeply and her eyes become more lidded.
 
You start to feel something new. Little tentacles inside her cunt are beginning to stroke your dick as you are thrust into her. They slide under your retracted foreskin and squirm around in circles. You cry out and try to thrust into her more deeply, but she is still holding your waist firmly as she pulls you in and out. You wish she would increase the speed, but she seems to like the pace you are at now. You groan in  torturous ecstasy as you are pulled along.
 
Finally she seems to be near her limit, and she increases the speed to a blur of slapping flesh. She maneuvers your hands down to her hips as she forces you to fuck her at high speed. She cries out as she begins to cum, and pulls you as deeply into her as she can. Her cunt tightens down on you and the tiny tentacles inside flail about at high speed. Her orgasm drives you over the edge and you spray rope after rope of hot sperm deep inside her. The tentacles stroke you up and down the entire time even as neither of you move your bodies. The orgasm goes on and on. Your body shakes and twitches as you shoot out the last of your seed, her tentacles holding you in place.
 
Finally satisfied, she pulls you in tight against her in a warm embrace. You rest against her, panting. “Mmmmmm. I really needed that.” She says as she rubs her tummy. So this is her. Your new “wife.” A kraken, by the looks of her.  Waking up to that is a hell of a way to meet someone. You have no idea what to say.
 
You notice the blackness surrounding you has dissipated, revealing some kind of undersea house. The furniture seems to be carved from rock. Shells and bits of polished coral decorate the walls. The two of you are lying on the sandy floor.
 
Moreover, you notice you are breathing water right now. You have been this entire time, you just had other things to worry about. It doesn’t hurt, it just feels kind of slow and heavy compared to air.
 
“So. Now what?” You finally ask. Your voice works fine underwater. “Oh I dunno. I hadn’t thought about it. Dinner? You hungry?” You actually are a little hungry. You start to wonder how long you have been unconscious. You nod to her.
 
She reaches out a long tentacle over to the side of the room without letting go of you or standing up. She pulls it back with a bowl of clams in it. “Well go on then, don’t be shy.” You reach for a clam. She allows you freedom of movement; you are still wrapped up in her tentacles. They appear to be still alive. You can't get the shell open. She notices this and giggles. “Here, let me help you.” The tentacle wrapping around your arm curls over from the back of your hand to the clam. She attaches her suckers to both the top and bottom halves, and just wrenches it open with brute force. It didn’t look like she had any trouble at all. She drops the clam back into your hand.
 
You pull out the clam meat from the shell. The raw clam meat. She is looking at you expectantly. You want to ask her about cooking, but you have no idea how that would even work underwater. You try taking a bite of it. The flesh is extremely chewy and refuses to give. You try to gnaw off a piece for a while before giving up. The damn thing is like rubber. She seems a bit disappointed at this. “How about we cut it up?” She suggests.
 
She lifts you into the air (or water, more like) and swims over to the kitchen with you still in her clutches. She pulls out a knife and cuts the clam into very small pieces. “Try it now.” She says as she pops a piece into your mouth. You chew it for a while. You still can't bite through it worth a damn, but you crush it flat with your molars and swallow it whole. She seems very relieved at this, and cuts up a few more clams while you eat. She sweeps the whole pile of little clam cubes into a bowl, hands it to you, and lays back on the floor taking you with her. You are trying not to spill the bowl from the rapid changes in orientation. She still hasn’t let go of you once since you woke up.
 
You eat together on the floor while she cuddles you. She has no trouble biting through her clams, you notice. You are starting to get the feeling that she is staggeringly strong. Her tentacles kneed and squeeze at you gently. Its actually kind of nice. Sort of like breakfast in bed. The worst breakfast ever, but still nice. You are beginning to feel a lot more comfortable around her. You finish eating and lay back against her.
 
“So.” You say.
“So.” She says back.
“Do you think you could take me to dry land?” You ask.
“Nope.” She says.
“Why not?” You ask.
“'Cause I’ve got you right where I want you.”
“But I’ve got a family. Friends.”
“No you don’t.” She says, like stating a fact. She playfully grabs your chin gently with a tentacle and shakes your head back and fourth slowly. “You want to stay here with me.” She says. She makes you nod your head.
“Yes, I do. I’ve got to get back to them.”
“Unh uhhh.” More forced head shaking.
“Am I a prisoner?” You ask.
“I dunno. I guess not.” She says.
“So can I leave?” You ask.
“Yeah, sure. Why not. Go for it.” She says.
 
She still hasn’t released you. Her tentacles just keep kneading away on you like always. You start to struggle out of her coils. She holds you for a while, then finally relents. You stand up. You don’t float as well as you are used to with your lungs full of water. She just lays on the sand looking up at you. Weird.
 
You head for the door. You look back at her one last time and wave goodbye. You open the door, half expecting a pressure change or wave of water or something, but nothing special happens. Just more water on the other side. You step outside.
 
The instant your body passes the threshold you feel a choking sensation. You are drowning. Your lungs are completely full of water. You try to take a breath but there is only more water to breath. You glance up, desperate to get to the surface. It's at least a thousand meters up. There is no way you could make it that far, not even close. In a panic, you quickly stumble back inside with the vague hope that somehow the kraken can save you.
 
As soon as you reemerge into the house the sensation goes away. You expected to be a coughing, sputtering mess on the floor as you caught your breath, but you actually feel perfectly fine. Drowning to full recovery in half a heartbeat. You stare at the kraken with shocked confusion on your face.
 
“Magic. The house is enchanted so you can breathe here.” She says with a knowing smile. “Even if you somehow made it to the surface before you drowned, you would die of The Bends from the pressure change.” Her smile has turned into a grin.  “And even if you somehow could survive The Bends, you would be thousands of kilometers from dry land with no food, no drinkable water, and no transportation. And still surrounded by monsters.” She says these words the way someone announces checkmate in chess. Her smile is a full blown shit eating grin all the way across her face. “You probably shouldn’t leave.”
 
You just collapse on the floor, completely blown away by the totality of your prison. A prison so perfect it doesn’t even need guards. You didn't really expect that plan to work, but god damn. You are NEVER getting out of here.
 
“Come back to bed, honey. I want more snuggles.” She holds her human arms open invitingly. Her tentacles make a beckoning motion. You sigh. You swim back into her warm embrace and resign yourself to your fate. “Oh, those muscles are so stiff. Lets work these knots out.” She begins to vigorously massage your shoulders. As you melt into her loving touch, you decide things could certainly be worse.
 
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