instincts to mate with her had kicked in and, using his tentacles, he swam quickly and found her.
She’d been languishing on the surface of the ocean. The fact her head was underwater and she’d been breathing made him realize the gills, prevalent to their species, had formed behind her ears. He’d aligned with her and brought her down to the ocean floor and, following his instincts, he’d made love to her.
After the sex, he’d sensed she was changing back to human form and he’d propelled her to the top of the water. The sudden shift in Octoposeidons wasn’t uncommon in the first few days when a female or male entered the beginning of their change. Some, when in their human form, drowned due to the unexpected shift back and forth, unless of course they had an experienced one around to help them. The same could be said when shifting from human to Octoposeidon on land, except this was called dry drowning.
He focused his thoughts back on Catalina.
She was probably frightened. Didn’t know what had happened. Perhaps she was even thinking she was going insane. He should go to her and explain. He shouldn’t have waited today. He should have warned her what would be happening to her arms and legs and that she would be able to breathe beneath the water during the nights. He doubted she would have believed him anyway. But now that the mating had begun, she would experience unexplained sexual urges.
A new sense of desperation swept through him. He wished he could be there to comfort her and reassure her she wasn’t losing her mind. But he wouldn’t be able to shift again until the first rays of sunlight sparkled against the ocean water. Until then, he was trapped here beneath the ocean. Without her.
In the near distance, he spied Catalina’s bikini top and bottom floating close to each other about a foot below the surface and his hearts quickened with excitement. Propelling himself through the current, he grabbed each piece. Using the sensory organs on his tentacles he took in her scent and within a second it turned his body into an agonizing ball of alertness. Her female scent was all over the material. He absolutely loved her sexy smell. Like wildflowers and ocean waves and female.
Calder closed his eyes and curled his tentacles tighter around the suit pieces, embracing them, wishing she was here. For the first time in his entire shapeshifting life, he couldn’t wait until morning. Couldn’t wait until he had land legs again. Couldn’t wait to be with Catalina.
* * * * *
Catalina trembled from head to toe as she stepped into her tiny shower. Despite her earlier comfort at seeing that wonderful rainbow out on the ocean, over that houseboat, her relief had collapsed as Misty ran down the beach and into the water to hug her with such fierceness it unnerved Cat. There were several other people milling around, concerned for her safety, and all she wanted to do was get to the privacy of her RV.
“My God! I thought you were dead. I was sleeping for a good hour. One second you were there and then I drifted off to sleep, and when I woke up I couldn’t find you. Someone said they saw a red air mattress about a mile out in the ocean and then I really freaked. And like I told the lifeguard, you would have woken me up if you’d decided to go somewhere. I was about to call 9-1-1.”
“She should go to the first-aid shack so I can check her out,” the young man said.
“I’m fine. Seriously,” she lied. “I’d just like to get back to my RV and get changed.”
Thankfully her throw covered all necessary private parts and, because she’d remained in the deep water and put the throw on while there, it was sopping wet and she was truly cold.
“I should have asked you these questions earlier, but you mentioned an undertow. Did you black out? Hit your head? Anything like that?” the lifeguard questioned. He shifted nervously and Cat figured maybe he hadn’t followed proper protocol about calling 9-1-1 due to
She’d been languishing on the surface of the ocean. The fact her head was underwater and she’d been breathing made him realize the gills, prevalent to their species, had formed behind her ears. He’d aligned with her and brought her down to the ocean floor and, following his instincts, he’d made love to her.
After the sex, he’d sensed she was changing back to human form and he’d propelled her to the top of the water. The sudden shift in Octoposeidons wasn’t uncommon in the first few days when a female or male entered the beginning of their change. Some, when in their human form, drowned due to the unexpected shift back and forth, unless of course they had an experienced one around to help them. The same could be said when shifting from human to Octoposeidon on land, except this was called dry drowning.
He focused his thoughts back on Catalina.
She was probably frightened. Didn’t know what had happened. Perhaps she was even thinking she was going insane. He should go to her and explain. He shouldn’t have waited today. He should have warned her what would be happening to her arms and legs and that she would be able to breathe beneath the water during the nights. He doubted she would have believed him anyway. But now that the mating had begun, she would experience unexplained sexual urges.
A new sense of desperation swept through him. He wished he could be there to comfort her and reassure her she wasn’t losing her mind. But he wouldn’t be able to shift again until the first rays of sunlight sparkled against the ocean water. Until then, he was trapped here beneath the ocean. Without her.
In the near distance, he spied Catalina’s bikini top and bottom floating close to each other about a foot below the surface and his hearts quickened with excitement. Propelling himself through the current, he grabbed each piece. Using the sensory organs on his tentacles he took in her scent and within a second it turned his body into an agonizing ball of alertness. Her female scent was all over the material. He absolutely loved her sexy smell. Like wildflowers and ocean waves and female.
Calder closed his eyes and curled his tentacles tighter around the suit pieces, embracing them, wishing she was here. For the first time in his entire shapeshifting life, he couldn’t wait until morning. Couldn’t wait until he had land legs again. Couldn’t wait to be with Catalina.
* * * * *
Catalina trembled from head to toe as she stepped into her tiny shower. Despite her earlier comfort at seeing that wonderful rainbow out on the ocean, over that houseboat, her relief had collapsed as Misty ran down the beach and into the water to hug her with such fierceness it unnerved Cat. There were several other people milling around, concerned for her safety, and all she wanted to do was get to the privacy of her RV.
“My God! I thought you were dead. I was sleeping for a good hour. One second you were there and then I drifted off to sleep, and when I woke up I couldn’t find you. Someone said they saw a red air mattress about a mile out in the ocean and then I really freaked. And like I told the lifeguard, you would have woken me up if you’d decided to go somewhere. I was about to call 9-1-1.”
“She should go to the first-aid shack so I can check her out,” the young man said.
“I’m fine. Seriously,” she lied. “I’d just like to get back to my RV and get changed.”
Thankfully her throw covered all necessary private parts and, because she’d remained in the deep water and put the throw on while there, it was sopping wet and she was truly cold.
“I should have asked you these questions earlier, but you mentioned an undertow. Did you black out? Hit your head? Anything like that?” the lifeguard questioned. He shifted nervously and Cat figured maybe he hadn’t followed proper protocol about calling 9-1-1 due to
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