Sacrificed To The Kraken
The Kraken commands the seas, the depths and the might of the ocean. Katia's never been devout, but when she's offered up as a sacrifice, she is forced to atone. Will the Kraken deem her a worthy mate, or will Katia succumb to its insatiable appetite? More
The Kraken commands the seas, the depths and the might of the ocean. Katia's never been devout, but when she's offered up as a sacrifice, she is forced to atone. Will the Kraken deem her a worthy mate, or will Katia succumb to its insatiable appetite? A 4000 word (16 page) short story of virginal sacrifice, tentacle monster devotion and impregnation.
Warnings: strong language, explicit erotic content and adult themes. For mature audiences only.
More tentacles crept onto the rocks, sliding up her legs. She'd lost her boots in the frantic swim, and her feet dangled, bare, vulnerable. The suckers on the insides of the tentacles tickled her soles, and she stifled a gasp, wondering if it was blasphemous to speak.
She risked peeking through her eyelashes, taking a glimpse of the limbs surrounding her. They were just like priests had said, deep black, with pale suckers. She grazed one with her fingertips, then jerked away, ashamed of her boldness. The tentacles didn't seem to mind.
Katia shivered in the biting wind. She couldn't bear to gaze upon Its teeth, to stare into Its gigantic eyes as It swallowed her alive. She had to be brave, for her family's sake.
"Please make it quick," she prayed.
The tentacles seemed to be in no hurry to pry her from the rock. They caressed her skin, awakening in her an inner fire. What if It didn't want to eat her? What then?
Katia threw her head back, her throat catching the full light of the moon. Her lips parted, as she remembered the scenes carved in cherry oak. Sacrificing one's purity... but wouldn't that hurt?
"Great One," she said. "Show me what I must do."