Bound to the Sea Ch. 02

Hanging from her wrists by the long chain, the cliff face at her back, Marisa stared, bewildered, as the statuesque, feminine figure slowly emerged from the waves.

The water was almost at her waist, now, rising further and further up her body, but she barely realized it, so enraptured she was by this apparition. For surely that was all it could be, a figment of her exhausted mind.

The realization that she was not hallucinating, that she was, in fact, faced by the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen, came slowly, then all at once, her mouth dropping open in shock.

The woman, for that was what she seemed to be, rose in the water from the waist up. She was naked, save for several necklaces she wore made of various shells and sea glass beads, which gave the approximation of some type of modesty. Her hair was long and very pale blonde, flowing freely, and her skin was dark and tanned, as if she spent a great deal of time in the sun.

Her curvaceous figure towered over Marisa, who didn't quite believe what she was seeing until the strange woman reached out one long finger, and rested it on her chin.

"You'd best close this," she said in a melodic voice, "else I'll find something to put in it."

Marisa closed her mouth.

"Who -- who are you?" she asked, voice hoarse from shouting and a lack of water. She at least had the sense not to ask, what are you? which seemed like it would be both rude and foolish.

This woman could be her only hope. It would be best not to offend her.

"My name is Nahnai," she said, her melodious voice low and sultry, as she stroked down Marisa's cheek. "You called for me."

"I - I did?"

"Yes. With blood and salt you called, with promises on your sweet lips you called. Anything, you said, anything to live."

"I - yes," Marisa breathed. "Yes, anything."

And she found she was speaking the truth. She wasn't ready to die, not yet.

Not like this.

"Good," Nahnai purred. "Then you will bargain with me. My terms are very simple. You will serve me, obey my every whim, and act as my legs and my voice on land. In return, I will free you, give you powers you have never imagined, and tie your life to mine."

Marisa should ask.

She should question this woman, this sea goddess, for surely that's what she was.

She should ask for details, for some kind of explanation.

But as the metal dug into her wrists, as every breath she took ached, she knew there was no point. It was agree -- or die.

"Yes," she said softly, knowing she was signing her life away. "Anything."

The woman smiled, and Marisa's eyes widened. Her teeth were pointed, razor sharp. They reminded Marisa of the sharks that would sometimes wash up on the shore of the village. No, this woman was nothing human.

"You have questions," she murmured. "And they will be answered. But first, you must make your oath. You have bled for me, shed tears for me, now you must swear to me."

"I swear --"

"Yes, I know," Nahnai crooned, ever so gently, running her fingers through Marisa's damp red hair. "I know you are desperate, but it will just be a moment longer. Now, do you swear to serve me?"

"Yes."

"Do you swear to obey my every command?"

"Yes."

"Do you swear to uphold my word, and return to the sea everlasting?"

"Yes, I swear," Marisa almost sobbed, the promise of relief making the pain all the worse.

Nahnai leaned forward, pressing her lips to Marisa's.

"Then find true freedom in my embrace," she whispered, and Marisa felt something that wasn't a hand wrap around her legs, creeping up her thighs. She gasped, and Nahnai took the opportunity to slip her tongue into her mouth, giving her a deep kiss.

Whatever it was on her thighs suddenly lifted her into the air, relieving the pressure on her wrists. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around Nahnai's waist, steadying herself and relieving the pressure on her shoulders.

Nahnai laughed.

"Eager, are you?" she said, pulling back slightly, a smirk on her face. "I'm going to fuck you now, sweet thing."

The tentacles, for surely that's what they were, crept around Marisa's inner thighs, spreading her legs wider and pressing her back against the face of the cliff. And something, perhaps the magic of the oath, perhaps only Marisa's own desire for this beautiful being come to the forefront, bade her agree.

"Yes," she breathed. "Anything."

Nahnai pressed close to her, rising further up in the water so that Marisa could see where her dark skin turned to silver and blue scales. She yearned to touch, to explore with her hands the delights she could only see, but still chained, the only thing she could do was allow Nahnai to do with her as she pleased.

The hands that cupped her bare chest were warm and soft but distinctly inhuman, and the foreign sensation of the wet, webbed fingers caused Marisa to gasp, arching her back and thrusting her chest forward for more.

"Very good," Nahnai murmured, gently kneading her breasts. "So eager for me, even after everything."

"I --" Marisa stammered, a blush high on her freckled face, already red from the sun.

"Shh," the goddess said, towering over Marisa. "You're perfect. I knew when I scented your blood on the water that you would be mine."

She leaned down, her mouth open, showing off pointed teeth as she wrapped her lips around Marisa's left nipple, laving at it and licking it, sucking on the hardening nub. Marisa let out a moan, letting her head fall back against the rocky cliff, gaze on the distant horizon.

"That's it," Nahnai said, moving to her other nipple. "Let me have you, pet. Let me hear every moan, every gasp, as I bring you to pleasure."

And Marisa felt something move up her thighs, a slick, wet something. It -- the tentacle, she was sure, now -- playing with her clit, stroking it, teasing her. Before she could even react to the delicious sensation, could let out a moan or gasp, another one joined it, this one pressing into her core.

"Oh, but you're tight, darling thing," Nahnai said, surprised. "Am I the first to play with you? The first to enter your sweet cunt?"

"Y-yes," Marisa gasped. She was no virgin, having bedded women before, but no one had ever touched her like this. No one had ever touched her, pressed inside her like that, while she lay there, helpless.

"Good," Nahnai purred, before pressing another kiss to her lips, this one hungry, dominating.

And what could Marisa do but surrender to it, to whatever Nahnai wished to do to her exhausted body?

As the first tentacle continued to fuck her, slowly, torturously, another rose out of the water, and another, and Marisa saw them for the first time. They were dark blue, sparkling and glistening in the morning sun, dripping seawater and something else, something slick. The tentacles reached up, going for her wrists, for the thick, rusted shackles, wrapping them around the chains.

And shattering them into shards, the pieces falling off her wrists and into the sea.

Marisa shivered.

She was grateful to be free, but the knowledge of the goddess's strength was humbling. The tentacles that surrounded her could do anything, manipulate her body in any way Nahnai pleased.

She must have sensed Marisa's new fear, because she chuckled lowly.

"Don't be afraid, pet," she said with an amused smile. "I only want to bring you pleasure. You belong to me, now, and I take care of what's mine. Understand?"

The tentacle pushed further into her cunt as Nahnai spoke, deeper than Marisa's fingers had ever ventured, and far thicker.

"Yes," Marisa moaned, two of the smaller tentacles wrapping around her breasts, squeezing, teasing her nipples.

A slick tentacle spread her ass, probing at her entrance, pushing slowly inside. Marisa opened her mouth, gasping, and another one of the long, thin limbs slipped inside, pressing against her tongue, muffling her voice as it slipped down her throat, pulsing slightly as Marisa swallowed.

"That's it," Nahnai said, soft, coaxing. "Relax, and let me take care of you."

And all three tentacles began to move, thrusting, pulling out and pushing into her all at once.

Suspended in the air, Marisa could do nothing but let the pleasure wash over her, fucked and used by her new mistress.

"You're perfect," Nahnai said with a sigh, and Marisa felt her soft, webbed fingers on her stomach, her breasts. "Look at you. You're strong, I can feel it, so strong. But has anyone ever held you down and given you a proper fucking? I daresay not. The men too intimidated, the women expecting you to do all the work while they lie there and enjoy themselves."

The tentacles began to move faster, in and out, leaving a salty-sweet slick on Marisa's tongue, her pussy dripping, ass full. Then she felt Nahnai's fingers on her clit, and she moaned, grinding against Nahnai's hand as she was used.

"Good girl," Nahnai whispered. "Come for me, now. Come for me."

And Marisa did, reaching orgasm, crying out around the thick member in her mouth. Slowly, she came back to herself, opening eyes she didn't realize were closed, blinking in the light. She expected to be done, that her new mistress would release her, perhaps allow Marisa to make her come now, but Nahnai only grinned, showing off sharp teeth, dark skin flushed.

"I can feel your pleasure, little pet," she said, crooning. "I can feel it washing over me like a tidal wave, sweeping me away. You fill me with power, sweet thing, and for that, you will be rewarded."

Slowly, the tentacle slipped out of her mouth, though the rest remained in place, holding her up in the air.

"Tell me, lovely thing," the demigod said. "What do you want?"

And there was only one answer to that question.

"Revenge."