Yes.

It was her best chance at escape. Vivia grabbed hold of the rising blue tentacle with both hands, gripping the smooth, slippery appendage tightly as it squirmed in her grasp. The tentacles holding her ankles thrashed, drawing in and at the same time bringing her back down to the water. As she struggled to free her legs she wrestled with the third, holding it close enough to bite—and so she did.

It jerked in her hands at the attack, and one of the tendrils slipped off her ankle, bringing her boot with it. With one free leg she kicked at the other, still gnawing at the third of the big, wriggling things. After tossing her boot away the second one returned to hook the back of her belt, yanking her back up and subsequently baring her ass.

She was held up by her breeches as they bunched at her knees, and the first tentacle let her ankle go to pry at her arms as she tried to keep hold of the third. It succeeded in breaking her grip and quickly pulled her left arm away to draw up behind her. The third, able to escape her teeth and wind its way around her right wrist, did the same.

She panted heavily, kicking uselessly at the air as she hung just inches above the pond. Her legs couldn't do much more than cross her ankles, and she could feel the breeze on her buttocks. Her face was red from more than exertion as she also suddenly felt something pinch them.

Twisting her head to look back, she saw a humanoid torso, the same blue as the tentacles, with a head crowned by curled horns and big, black eyes that met her stare, caught in the act of biting down on her ass. From behind its shoulders the tentacles reached out, with two more still underwater. Its sleek, lissome body still sported more human appendages, with hands of webbed fingers that currently grabbed at Vivia's hip.

Its bite was gentle, and it felt as if it didn't have any sharp teeth, nor a strong jaw. Still, it gnawed on her butt with a burbling growl, and she couldn't tell if it was trying to eat her or play with her. Its smooth, slender face showed little of what she could interpret as emotion, with its dark, abyssal eyes simply staring back at her blankly. She felt as though it didn't intend any harm, but still wanted to escape from her current position nonetheless. However how she could go about managing that, she wasn't sure.