Fishing

I walked along the shore, enjoying the comfortingly familiar feel of sand between my toes. Then, as I walked around one of the many spikes of rock, I saw the first other person I'd met here.

She had blue skin, and a pair of nub horns on her forehead, but that didn't make her any less beautiful. Black hair cascaded to her ass, and unlike me she didn't seem to have wings. She wore denim jeans and a shirt that was thin enough that I could see her dark nipples through it.

I was about to call out to her, but what she did next started me enough that I didn't. With a businesslike manner, she unzipped her pants and pushed them down her long legs. She wasn't wearing any panties, and my mouth went dry as I saw her shaved pussy. Without even looking around, she sat down in the sand at the very edge of the sea and began to masturbate.

My eyes were wide with shock as I watched her. Her manner may have been clinical at the start, but soon she was getting into her activity, driving the fingers of one hand into her while playing with her nipples through her shirt. The violet surf lapped at her spread legs. She made no attempt to hide what she was doing, and her wanton moans echoed around the cove. I found my fingers drifting to my own slit as I watched. The idea of interrupting her no longer occurred to me.

Given how enraptured I was, it's surprising I even noticed, out of the corner of my eye, a dark shape speeding towards her under the ocean's surface. Before I could shout a warning, something alien burst out of the water. Two long tentacles wrapped round her legs, suckers sticking to her silky skin. They pulled her sharply closer to it as she gave a startled yelp, and lifted her legs up. Five smaller, smooth tentacles underneath what seemed to be the thing's eyes lashed forward. Three of them thrust eagerly into her snatch, lubricated by the seawater and her own juices, while the fourth rubbed against her clit and the fifth fumbled with her anus. It was clear from the way her shriek of panic turned to one of lust that the creature **** her was as skilful as it was aggressive.

This time I was too distracted by the unnatural spectacle in front of me to notice as another figure burst from the waves. My attention was drawn by a war cry as this new arrival drove a trident into the thing's flesh. It screamed and convulsed, releasing the girl's legs but still writhing in her cunt as it went through its **** spasms. The attacker stabbed it two more times. She was also beautiful with olive-green skin and two small but rip-looking bare breasts. But where her legs should have been were six octopus tentacles, and more hung from her head like hair.

After the thing was clearly dead, the girl on the beach shakily stood up. The octopus girl dragged the creature up onto the sand before turning to her companion with an air of familiarity. "How was-"

Before she could get any further, the blue girl snatched her trident, dropped on all fours and started ramming its blunt end furiously into her pussy from behind. After a minute or two she gave a loud orgasmic cry that was wild enough to make me blush, and slumped to the sand.

"Sorry," she said from her sprawled position, "but I didn't finish, and you know how horny those things can get me."

"It's ok," the octopus girl said, retrieving her trident and licking the end, evidently enjoying the taste. "It's a good catch, too. And," She added, looking straight at me, "I see we have a visitor."