Zasheneg the sea queen.

June spun to look in the direction of the feminine voice, and her blood ran cold. Rising up out of the water was a creature she had never heard described. It was huge and faintly glowing. The feminine torso had six breasts in three pairs. The smallest of which was easily larger than her head. Her waist gave way to a chitinous body, underneath which was a series of octopus-like arms. At the join of two long arms with flat pads on the ends, was the largest cunt June had ever seen, almost as tall as she was.

She was horrific and strangely beautiful. “Who, or what are you?” June asked, knowing she had nowhere to go.

The woman gave a half bow, “I am Zasheneg. You may call me Zash. There is no name for the creature that I am, for there is only one.”

“Well, Zash,” she said hesitantly, “I’m June, umm, a human.” She tried backing away a little further.

Zash smiled, “Oh dear, you do not have anything to worry about. I am not here to hurt you. I came here quite by accident and would love your help in returning to my home plain.” She settled into the water a little bit more.

“For a creature from another plain, you speak English remarkably well,” June said.

Zash smiled, “I am telepathic, and upon first touching you, I sought out your language to try and make you more comfortable. I am sorry I was such a fright to you.”

“It’s alright. It’s just that there are lots of strange things going on, and I am a little, well fragile.” She suddenly remembered watching Don be eaten. “Oh God, my boyfriend was eaten,” she suddenly wailed.

The last few minutes came crashing back down on her. Her legs went out from under her, and she collapsed on the stones crying.

Zash moved closer; reaching out several tentacles, she pulled June up into an embrace. Holding her to her bosom, the large creature tried to comfort her. “Shh, it’s alright, you are safe here,” she cooed. Her skin was warm, which surprised June. She could hear the loud rhythmic thumb of her heart as she was held cradled between Zash’s upper breasts. “Shh. Just let it out. Zash is here to comfort you.”

Zash continued to hold June until her sobbing subsided. “Thank you,” June whimpered.

Zash wrapped a tentacle around June’s waist and lifted her up to Zash’s head height. “It is quite alright. I know mortals have a problem with loss. Is there anything else I can do to help you relax?” she asked.

Although June was still intimidated by the creature, she was coming to realise that if Zash intended her harm, she could have already crushed her. “No, I don’t think so. You said you wanted help to return?”

Zash nodded.