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Strange thoughts came unbidden to its primitive mind -- unnatural ideas forming in its simple brain. A vague understanding of the concept of ‘innocence’ tried to form. Her eyes were large, glistening pools of the deepest blue. Her nose was... ‘cute’ in a pert, upturned manner. Smooth tanned skin, dappled with just a hint of freckles, graced her elegant cheekbones. She smiled -- a pointless, useless gesture -- and yet the monster felt a tug of strange attraction. Yes -- the notion of pure, unspoiled innocence somehow seemed to do her justice. The creature’s mouth twisted into a ragged sneer. There would be no innocence remaining when the girl’s defilement was completed, it solemnly vowed. The pool was nearly fully, its rippling surface lapping at the rocky edge. The girls stepped in closer, their melodious chanting rising to a fevered pitch. The water began to glow, casting a subtle light of blue that reflected in shimmering patterns off the ancient structural stones of the temple dome above. The creature gathered itself in the opening of the tunnel, all six tentacles grasping at the edges. Muscles coiled, gathering energy. With explosive force the beast launched itself into the pool, bubbles frothing in its path. Momentum carried it through the pool, straight on target. A geyser of water erupted as it broke the surface, drenching the surrounding girls to their skins. Startled squeals had but started to form on lips as the beast struck, driving the beautiful brunette backwards, knocking her off her feet. She flailed in panic but subduing tentacles quickly wrapped around her thrashing limbs. Suckers engaged on tender skin as the creature’s flexible appendages coiled tight. A howl of mindless horror escaped her lips, chorused by others in the group. All their training for this moment, all their staunch religious fervor faltered now that they faced the terrifying prospect of the beast in person. But then the wisest of the girls called to them, a voice of reason above the din of panic. She called for calm, called for the girls to remember who they were. They were the chosen of the sect -- maidens to this cult of the sea. Hand picked for both their beauty and obedience, their years of training began to show. Unsteady voices once again began to sing, reluctant feet carrying them towards the beast, forming back into a worship circle around the creature atop its struggling, hapless bride. The girl trapped below the monster’s bulk continued to rebel, self-preservation overcoming any sense of duty as she desperately fought to find some method of escape. The beast gave a chuckling rumble, savoring the sensation of her squirming indian beneath its form. “No... NO!” she screamed. The beast felt a surge lust, hearing her sound the ancient mating cry. Tentacles grasped her gossamer robe, tearing it from her body as she writhed in fear. Distracted by the efforts of tattering her clothes, the beast let the grip of clutching tentacles slip carelessly from her limbs. Sensing a chance at freedom, the girl struggled from beneath the creature, scrambling first to her knees and then to feet as she fled in naked terror. She walked into the kitchen just as Bill was coming in the door. Observers. Piss spewed up then back down onto her crotch and thighs. I couldn’t help but stare at it. I love you so much and I love the way you make me feel. They named them Jimmy, Sean, and Susan, in that succession. I blushed as Ryan said, We order and while we wait we are just chatting. Suzy laughed and walked towards the door. As it turned out, Linda wasn’t without a capacity for flirting and teasing herself. “Behave yourself.” “It’s just a couple of kids. “Okay. Serah looked up indian at me, confusion there on her face alongside the flush of arousal.