Izzy and Jacob are now separated by half the zy river. The lifeguards are still talking to him about how bad he is at swimming despite him being adequate. She rounds a corner and feels something warm and suction-covered touch the small of her back. She bends to look, but all she sees below her is a dark patch of water like a shadow she can't see through. Her heart starts to race; she tries to paddle to the edge of the pool.

  A tentacle reaches over her belly, hugging her. She Can feel the tingle as the suction cups leave behind its seductive fluid. “Oh, it's you. Did you come back to py?” She says her panic is slowly repced with arousal. Soon the spots of warmth and tingle spread to become lines of pleasure.

  Izzy looks around to see where Jacob is, but he is nowhere to be found. Below her in the water, the tentacle beast ripples excitedly, its egg sack full.

  It knows of this one it likes to be filled

  It wraps thin tendrils around her wrists and her ankles and pulls on them lightly. The tentacle across her belly makes its way up to her breasts. It slides under her bathing suit, and she bites her bottom lip, trying not to moan out loud. There are guests close enough to hear her. It moves zily across each breast, touching and tugging on each nipple, making them tingle and be painfully erect. She tries to touch them to soothe them, but the tentacles hold her arms in pce.

  It knows others have filled her before

  “I wish you could talk,” she says, her clit starting to ache along with her breasts. “It would be so much easier if you could just say, 'Oh hey, I’m horny. Want to hook up?'” she moans softly as another tentacle slides over her sex from behind. The suction cups bumping their way across her bikini. It presses down until the suckers rub against her clit; she feels her body rex as the ache is dispersed.

  It knows soon it will be its chance

  “Or is it hotter? If you can’t talk.” The tentacle rubbing her slides the very tip of itself under her bikini edge, making her clench down, “No, not here, somewhere more private,” she begs. Struggling softly against the restraint.

  It knows a private spot

  It moves to the edge of the zy river and lifts her up and onto the concrete. It senses around itself and moves towards the small entrance to a soaking pool with eerie grace. The pool is protected on every side but one. a small entrance a few feet wide in the tall hedge row.

  It lowers her into the soaking pool with the same grace. It then fans out and rexes in the body temperature water. The pool has wide steps at various depths to help people sit and soak and rex without the stress of other hotel guests. It notices a lifeguard tower but has no concerns about modesty.

  “Well, that was impressive,” she says. as It lifts her higher, then removes the tube and violently unches it over the hedge. It lowers her into the water till her head is the only thing sticking out. Its body looks like a mass of bck ink moving in the water in unpredictable ways. Her skin is tingling, and there is a tentacle that has been insistently rubbing her clit through her bikini this entire time. She is already feeling her body growing hot with the itch and her belly feeling fluttery. She feels a pinch at her nipples; it's teasing her again. She tries to reach them, but her hands move less than an inch.

  The tentacle thrusts itself between her swimsuit and her cleavage, plumping till it squirts an amount of cum into her neck. “This isn't fair,” she struggles lightly. “I wanted a quiet day at the pool, No knots! No orcs! No eggs!” she moans as one slips under her bathing suit again. It surges forward, the tentacle rubbing up and down her slit. “Or maybe just one or two,” she whispers.

  She holds back a moan. “Ugh, so not fair.” She tries to close her legs, but it pulls them apart. She moans more as it circles her clit slowly. “You're so good at that,” she wiggles wrapped in tentacles. They embrace her whole body, suspending and restraining her. One tentacle comes up and brushes her lips.

  But she shakes her head no, and it moves away. “Too afraid of drowning,” she says. Instead, it trails its way down her body, pushes her bikini aside, and presses into her vagina. It meets resistance, so it tries again and again, squirting small amounts of lube every time.

  She parts her legs wider, inviting it inside her. She pants as one circles her clit and only inches lower one is poking at her forcefully, the precum making her tingle and rexing her muscles. She tries to push against it. “God, just fuck me already,” she pleads. Her memories of the st time filled her with an urgent need.

  It knows consent, and it is needy

  It starts darting inside momentarily before pulling out again; Izzy continues to lightly struggle.

  It knows it likes it when they beg

  “Please,” she says, trying to push down on the tentacle. But when she pushes down, it backs away.

  It knows its time

  It pushes its way inside her, the suction cups bumping their way across her G-spot, making her moan. Then, just as quickly as it went in, it pulled out. Pumping its natural lubrication inside. On the next thrust, it slides in easily inch by teasing inch.

  Restrained and being teased like this has never been one of her fantasies, but now she is burning with desire and finally understands the appeal. She bucks her hips uselessly. The tentacle is in total control of her movements. It's taking what it wants; she feels the tentacle pull out of her and her bikini bottom removed and discarded into the pool.

  Then, without warning, the thick tentacle pushes back inside her and starts to thrust. She moans and tries to push down on it, wanting it deeper, but this time, instead of teasing her, it just thrusts full length till it bottoms out each time, causing her a little discomfort but also the double row of suction cups, making her body shake with each thrust and pull.

  Her heart starts beating fast as she feels her need growing painful, the amount of pleasure spilling over in pain as she is overstimuted. “Let me cum,” she begs, but Then another tentacle enters her vagina, at first thin, the size of a marker, but soon as big as a zucchini. She wriggles uncomfortably at first, but soon the tingling precum and the force stretch her until she can accommodate the pair. She looks down to see the Bck members and closes her eyes and orgasms.

  It feels like a tidal wave of emotions and feelings that radiates from her sex and washes across her entire body, leaving behind electric whispers. Her mind fuzzes as the pair of tentacles continues thrusting in her in opposite motions. She thinks about her private fantasy of two cocks from two people filling her at the same time. “So much better than a man,” she whispers and instantly regrets it, but she knows it's the truth. The thought and the sensations were enough to give her an annoying small orgasm strong enough to make her body tense and her head fall back.

  “Two is hot, but two tentacles are hotter,” she whispers as they swell rger; she squirms more intensely, afraid she might tear something. She grunts animalistically “I don't know if i can handle more” she whimpers and is relieved when they pull out slightly staying just below the painfull point.

  It knows mercy even if it finds it disappointing

  She wiggles her hips and bites her tongue as instead of trying to open her wider, the tentacles feel like they are trying to push deeper into her to make more room to carry the eggs. “So good,” she whispers, then makes a yelp noise as a tentacle darts forward and shoves itself into her anus. Her growing orgasm squashed, she barks out, “GAHHHHHHHHHHH, a warning would have been nice.”

  It knows it has offended