*Contains breeding, sex with a sea creature/octopus like tentacle creature. some elements of non consent. Also contains outdoor sex, public sex, and overly promiscuous behavior, along with unsafe/unprotected sex.*
Down by the water's edge part 1
Morgan was originally from the beautiful mountains of North Wales, but her heart had always loved the sea more than the often fog shrouded hills and mountains. Even when she was young, she would get in trouble for sneaking away onto a local bus through long winding valley roads, that would eventually let her out in a quiet, less popular beach town a couple of hours away.
She was at the age of forty now, and yet still she was ever drawn to the sea, even though less opportunities had led her to work far from it, in a bustling city she rather hated. She had gone into the office as usual that Monday morning, ignoring her arrogant and insufferable older boss as he leered at her ass as she walked past. It was several hours later when she was told she had lost her job, a smug looking, much younger secretary standing nearby.
She refused the offer to stay on a little longer to 'train' the young woman who barely seemed to have a single brain cell, the girl couldn't even figure out the coffee machine, let alone complex reports.
She walked out with an oddly unexpected sigh of relief, she had never felt comfortable here, or welcome. Despite the dire warnings of her parents via text, saying she had to be 'responsible' and find a new job instantly, she decided to instead follow her heart.
She packed a small case, asked her sister to take care of her flat for a short while, and hopped on the small, two carriage train out of the big city. She had enough savings to splurge on some time away in her favorite old sea cottage.
When she reached the station she smiled at the clean sea air, the sound of red kites soaring overhead, and a few ponies galloping across an adjacent field, the mountains sprawled out beyond the station, the sea hidden on the other side. The long walk out to the old cottage was tiring, but one of her favorites.
The old white stone cottage rickety and ancient, but charming and always with such a beautifully calming air about it. She dropped her case, changed into more casual clothes, and sipped a strong tea as she stood in the small garden breathing in the salt air from the nearby dunes.
The walk to the sea was a short one, out the gate, down a long quiet lane, past a few very old, now abandoned cottages, and into the dunes. Sticking to the wooden decking style path was a must, as much time as she had spent here growing up, she had still managed to get lost in the sprawling, huge mounds of sand more than once. Oddly phones often stopped working, and anything technical often malfunctioned, giving the beautifully eerie dunes an even more mysterious feel.
She wore loose summer trousers and a large warm oversized jacket that was more like a blanket to keep the strong sea breezes from giving her a chill in the early autumn sun. Her shoes were off as soon as she had traversed the long and winding path through the dunes and hit the sands of the flat beach. It was so gorgeous here, multitude of beautiful birds passed by, unafraid because of how quiet this spot was. Not a soul was about, just how Morgan loved it.
She walked along the shore, the waves lapping at her ankles, the sea cool but not cold as she strolled and soaked in the sun and salt air. That was when the odd occurrence started, she felt a brief tiny sting in her foot, looking down she expected a possible jellyfish, but saw a long thin tentacle shrinking away from her foot and back into the deeper waves. Her foot stung and throbbed for just a moment. Then she blinked, and it was as if the vision in front of her flickered, the seashore changing slightly. She stumbled and fell to the sand, head spinning as she gasped for air.
Then it all stopped just as suddenly, her foot didn't hurt, and she stood, dusting herself off and blinking in utter confusion and a little fear. No sign of the tentacle, and now she noticed something she had thought had never been there before. A small island just offshore, she swore she had never seen an island around here before. As she watched, the waves seemed to shift oddly, a small sand bar leading to the island. She felt this was just getting stranger, but had an urge to go explore and see what was on the little spot of land in the water.
She warily walked across the thin strip of sand leading to it as she watched around her, all seemed well, other than the wind having died down a little. It was a longer walk out through the waters edging the strip of sand than expected. But when she got there, she saw a thin beach that seemed to go all round it, and bushy trees protecting the center. The sand here was different, a pure white that shone in the midday sun. She looked back, noticing she could barely see the beach and dunes, but something allayed her fear and drew her to explore.
The trees were bushy, but at foot level they had gaps to pass through without much trouble. She was surprised to see a clearing much like a tiny oasis, a beautifully turquoise pool sparkled in the sun from above, surrounded by oddly grass and pure white sand. A small grey stone cave lay at the other end of the pool, reachable only by swimming it seemed, with an opening that looked to lead into a cave.
Morgan was half convinced she was back at the cottage dreaming, as she had never seen such an idyllic little spot anywhere near here. But she slipped off her trousers, only having her underwear on, and kept on her swim shirt. She had spare trousers and shirt in her bag. She took off her jacket, feeling warm as she folded it neatly into her bag and hung her bag from a low branch on the shores of the pool.
