Page 9 of Twisted Desires

His venom sears through my veins, burning like liquid wildfire. I want to scream, to writhe, and cry, but I can’t. I’m paralyzed and my agony is mine to bear witness to alone. Like a rag doll I hang limp in his grasp, motionless, but inside I feel everything. I can feel the change taking hold, molding me into something new and monstrous. I hear the resounding snap of my legs breaking before I feel it. Fucking Christ! And from then on there is no coherent thought. There is just agony upon agony, laced with anguish, pain, and an uncanny, fathomless terror.

It goes on forever. Or at least it seems to. How much time truly passes, I don’t know. But at some point, lucidity returns, slowly at first, like a flower shyly unfurling its petals to the dawn. Then the yawning maw of the void peels away, and I’m awake and finally aware.

The stars twinkle above like diamonds in the soft velvet twilight before sunrise, and I take my first breath as a kraken. I bristle, feeling sand beneath me. The beautiful orange-hued face of my mate comes into sharp focus, and I sigh.

“All is well, Bethany, my love,” he croons, bringing his lips to mine in an intimate kiss.

When he withdraws, I raise myself up and glance down. I have eight fucking damn tentacles. “It’s really me,” I whisper. Reaching my hand out to explore my unique form, one of my tentacles curls up out of the water in answer to my will. “I don’t understand,” I say, my brows creasing. “You said that one of your other women screamed herself mute, but I couldn’t scream even if I wanted to. I was trapped inside myself—paralyzed. I couldn’t move an inch. It was…” I pause as flashes of my transformation play back in my mind, “a nightmare.”

“Forgive me, pet. I learned after the first few hundred failures that changing my potential mates first was a gruesome mistake. The transformation is far too brutal to be endured by a human while conscious and physically aware. When I discovered that my cum has a numbing, sedative effect on women—no doubt nature’s way of ensuring successful mating—I took advantage of the knowledge. I filled you with as much of my seed as I could before giving you my venom. I had hoped to spare you as much pain as possible.”

Licking my lips, I offer my mate a sheepish smile. “Thank you. I don’t think becoming a monster is an easy thing no matter how it’s done,” I say. “But if you prevented me from hurting myself, count me grateful. I’m just glad it’s over.”

“Your transformation may be, pet, but our adventure together has just begun. You are a newborn, and there is much to learn. You must learn to hunt and memorize the lay of the lake. I will teach you how to avoid being seen, and how to defend yourself if you ever encounter hostility.”

“And how to fuck like a kraken, right?” I ask cheekily, running my hands over my full, naked breasts, and soft orange belly.

“That too,” says Kana with a devilish grin, trailing his fingers over a sensitive spot a few inches below my navel. I shiver at his touch, gasping as his mouth catches mine. He slips two fingers into my hidden slit, revealing the location of my cunt on my newly changed body.

Without further prompting I kiss him back, hungry for more. Wrapping him up in my arms and tentacles, I allow myself to give in to my carnal needs. Then, together in the shimmering waters of Lake Superior, by the dying moonlight of All Hallows’ Eve, we explore our most depraved and twisted desires.

The End