Ana stands at the edge of the shore. The cold sea surf laps at her bare feet while her toes dig into the wet sand. She can see the first rays of sunlight rising up over the horizon bathing the world in a crimson hue; a gentle breeze drifts across the ocean, flapping her plain white nightdress and rustling her hessian hair. The exposed parts of her skin on her arms and legs begin to goosepimple.

In her head – the logical, rational, part of her – she knows this is a bad idea, that all she will get for her trouble, if she's fortunate, is a chill and a fever. But in her heart she knows she is doing the right thing, perhaps the only thing anyone can do.

It has been months since anyone in her village have caught a thing. There hasn't been any storms, nor thunder or lightning, not even any rain. The waters have remained undisturbed and glassy still. Unnaturally so.

The sea god is displeased. No one knows why. Perhaps he is ill, or hurt, or people have not been praying hard enough, but Ana is certain it is not any of these things that ail him. In her heart she can sense he is lonely. Ana is the lowly daughter of a fisherman and she does not know how to summon a god, but she is hopeful that once she enters the water he will show her what to do.

Taking in a deep breath, filling her lungs with the fresh sea air, Ana pulls her nightdress up over her head and drops it down onto the sand. Her unprotected breasts feel sore and tender as her nipples harden against the cold morning air. She folds her arms across her slender waist, although they do very little to protect her from the cold or hide her nudity.

She then takes one last look behind her, up at the village clinging to the top of the rugged cliffs; soon everyone in the village will be awake, and this may be her only chance. Turning back towards the ocean, Ana takes in a deep breath and lets her arms fall to her side. She then takes a step forwards into the sea. The water is cold, sending shivers dancing up and down her spine. She could still turn back if she wanted...

Instead she takes another step forwards, and another, bracing herself against the frigid iciness of the water. It sloshes around her ankles, and up round her calves, past her knees. Caressing the inside of her thighs. Although Ana slowly grows accustomed to the cold, it still permeates its way inside her, causing her teeth to chatter together. The water is now up round her pubic area.

As her fingers brush over the undisturbed surface, Ana understands what she must do. Taking a deep breath, she plunges herself beneath the water. Being the daughter of a fisherman she never learnt to swim – she is completely at the sea god's mercy out in the water. Her sodden hair fans around her like a golden halo, as her arms flail helplessly about desperate to break the surface. Just when she can't stand being under the water a moment longer, the weight of the sea pushing down against her, threatening to force its way inside her fragile body, Ana emerges up above the surface.

Somehow she has drifted further than she realised, her toes barely brushing against the sand, the water now splashing up against her upturned face. Her long hair clings down her back, and drops of sea water drip from her a red-flushed face. While her feet still just about touch the seabed, she is tempted to turn around and make her way back to shore. Back to the village, back to the warmth and comfort of the only home she has ever known. But then what would become of her people? Could she ever forgive herself?

Swallowing back her fear, she faces the horizon, where the sky meets the sea and the two worlds meet. Strands of gold now streak the blood red sky, reflected back in the tranquil sea. “Mighty god of the sea, hear my plea,” Ana calls out to endless expanse before her. “I am just your humble servant, but I am yours to take and to use however you see fit. Please, just spare my people.”

Unsure whether her prayer went unheard or not, Ana takes another deep breath and plunges back beneath the water. This time her feet do not touch the bottom as her legs kick violently about, her arms thrashing above her head, uncertain which way is up.

Ana is afraid that she has made a fatal, stupid, stupid mistake when she suddenly feels a vice like grip around her thigh. Her body stiffens. A scream begins to surface its way up through her, but before she can utter a sound, something else clamps across her mouth. Equally strong and powerful, it stops her swallowing a mouthful of saltwater. She feels herself abruptly being propelled upwards as her body is restrained by what feels like powerful tendrils wrapped around both of her legs and arms, and over her mouth and across her waist.

Ana opens her eyes as she feels herself shot out of the water, the early morning sun bathing her wet, glistening skin. To her horror she realises that she is being held several meters above the water by a mass of writhing tentacles. She can feel them squeezing and sucking against her soft, tender skin. The tentacle smothering her mouth is the only thing stopping her from screaming out loud and waking the entire village.

Still able to breathe through her nose, Ana steadily manages to regulate her breathing and relax in the sea beast's grasp. She had told the sea god that she was his servant to take and to use however he saw fit. If this is the sea god's volition then she will obey his every command and whim. As if reading her mind, the tentacle round her mouth slackens it hold. There's something almost soothing, sensual even, about the way the suction cups massage her lips. Without realising, she begins to run her tongue along the muscular tendril, savouring the salty, meaty taste of it in her open mouth.

She doesn't notice at first her legs slowly being pulled further and further apart, not until another tentacle pushes its way between her soaking thighs, pushing itself up against her slit. Ana squirms still held fast by her restraints, but remembering her oath she relaxes, allowing it to push its way inside her trembling vagina. It's bigger, thicker, than the others wrapped around her and Ana wonders how it could fit inside her virgin body without ripping her in two. But somehow, beyond her comprehension, it slips its way inside her with ease, stretching her lips wide apart. Sliding and writhing its way further and further inside her.

After the initial shock and blinding pain, Ana feels something else stirring inside her. Like a volcano erupting, or a storm sending wave after wave of tantalizing pleasure inside her. She wants to writhe from the sweet sensation invading her body, and scream out in sheer ecstasy, but she's pinned in place, her cries muffled as she groans inwardly to herself.

More tentacles emerge from the water, wrapping round her naked breasts. They squeeze tightly, sucking at her hardened nipples. Another pair cup around her bottom, massaging her rounded cheeks. Each tentacle working independently, pressing and squeezing and sucking and penetrating her, fills her with pleasure, as if she has been transcended to a higher plane. Despite her inexperience, Ana realises that no mortal could ever do or make her feel such things, as orgasm after orgasm tears through her body. The tentacles simultaneously squeeze around her, threatening to crush her under their unmatched strength. Ana then feels the tentacle inside her shudder as her body is flooded, and she knows without being told that the sea god has emptied his seed inside her.

The limbs holding her in place loosen, although they still hold her up above the water. Ana feels full and a sense of contentment that she has never experienced before. She doesn't struggle as the tentacles slowly begin to pull her down below the surface... down to the lair of sea god.