“Well, most of the girls here are paupers,” she grinned casting her eyes again over the hoard. Still she realized that it was not the value of these things but the memory they brought and that none of them had compared to the memory of her.

In fact she had gotten her bauble back, it wasn't the price or all that but to her it was a sentimental thing considering that she was now cut off from her family that little trinket entailed her own memories. As cold as she could be at times there were still things that could reach her.

Taking the urchin she eyes the creature hesitating for a few seconds as she prepares for the oncoming pain. Then she acts, why oh why had she chosen her left breast?

“AGHAH!” She dropped to a knee feeling that sting burn through her veins. She feels like the entirety of her body is burning on the inside, the coolness she was feeling ended too, slowly she doesn't feel that intensity but it's clear that something is happening.

Tidal wraps a tentacle around Etoile's shoulders, steadying her as she sinks to the ground. With the tip of her tentacle she probes the girl's DNA, ensuring that the mutation is working as she had planned it. Everything goes smoothly, and soon Etoile's pain subsides and is replaced by an odd feeling in her chest, as her lungs strengthen and alter, becoming something more than human.

Eventually that feeling too will fade, replaced with a tingling sensation all about her body that makes her quite horny.

Somehow she is aware of Tidal's closeness during that burning sensation. Her breaths are harder to come by at first, deep lungfuls of air steady that gasping sensation. At first it feels like she can't breath, then her lungs strengthen as that burning sensation shifts.

That fire still burns in a different way altogether as it shifts. She shivers, that sensation hitting her nethers. The feeling similar to the time that water creature effected her, hitting her libido but leaving her unfulfilled when everything was said and done with.

“Oooohhhh ...” she gasped. “So … so … hot …”

Naked, that chill no longer effected her even as the bulk of that burning shifted, her arousal making up that difference as her passage grows moist and those sensitive nipples feel even harder than they were before. She lifts her head up looking toward Tidal.

“W-What is happening oohhh ...”

Tidal looks Etoile over in alarm. "You're hot? Do you have a fever? I can't sense your body rejecting your new genes... but it might be too early to tell." A tentacle rubs her forehead, as Tidal watches with a worried frown.

"If I could only take you back to my ship and use my own equipment on you... but my next best bet would be to take you to the labs and use their equipment. Try to describe to me how you're feeling?"

The tentacle would not detect any temperature increase … well not there. Etolie's eyes glistened. She lowered her head, her thighs rubbing together.

“No, no fever … just … just … hot.: She added then gazed at Tidal deciding it was easier to show her rather than tell her as she wrapped her arms behind the Princesses neck pressing herself chest to chest with her as those lips seal against Tidal's.

“Hot,” she repeated the word as those sensations still raged over her body.

Tidal blinks in surprise and returns the kiss after a delay, slipping her tongue into Etoile's mouth, wrestling them together. She's grinning when they finally pull away. "Ah-hah, so that's the difficulty. Well, although that's a rare side effect, I've seen it before. And I can probably... treat it easily enough." As Tidal speaks she slips a tentacle between Etoile's legs, sliding it right along her pussy. The suckers of her tentacle cling and tug at her folds, producing a delicious sensation.

"We could fuck in the water if you wanted. It would be a perfect test of your new abilities."

“AHHH!”

Her eyes lit up as that tentacle rubs against her moist sex. Honestly she did not care, she wanted it, wanted to feel something to quell that burning fire that incinerated her. Tidal often forgot about mentioning side effects until she experienced them.

This time she did not care hard pressed to think all that far ahead. She nodded, barely comprehending her eyes flicked in the direction from whence they came. Her naked body a plus at this stage as she tried to hurry only stumbling back on shaky legs.

“J-Just hurry!” She wasn't even thinking about those things that were out there. “Please ...”

Tidal's grin widens, and with her two human arms she scoops up Etoile by the ass, slithering over to the water and then diving into it with the girl in tow.

As soon as they are submerged Tidal is all over Etoile in the 3-D space, her tentacles roving all about her entire body, while her human arms continue to cup her ass. Etoile will find that she can breathe normally now, and even speak if she so chooses.

There was probably no way she would have gotten to the water on her own. Carried she holds on reigning kisses down on Tidal's lips, shoulders, neck, wherever she could reach. Water rushes over her and instinct kicks in.

Etolie holds her breath. Her legs wrap around that torso as she squirms against that warm body moving in such a manner that she's searching for something hard to satisfy her down below. Her sight is robbed from her more or less with the darkness of the water.

But she is focused on what she is doing, her lungs strain for breath and she finds her hands tapping away at Tidal's shoulders only to take a gulp of water when she could stand it no more, only then finding that her lungs feel sustained by the fluid by whatever alterations that had been made.

Her first words garbled as she tries to form them like a newborn doe walking for the first time. Whatever was done to her lungs now enabling her to speak with a little effort at first then adapting to the situation rapidly.

“I need you in me Princess ...” she managed at last the darkness concealing the blush that strained her heated cheeks.

Tidal watches Etoile patiently as she struggles to hold her breath, gently wrapping a tentacle around her waist to secure her in place and prevent her from swimming to the surface (her lair being less than ten feet away). The tentacle gently but firmly exerts pressure, pushing the air up through Etoile's body and forcing her to open her mouth. All the while she ignores Etoile's non-verbal request for air.

"There... see?" she coos when Etoile finally takes a breath. "There's no danger. You should abandon your human instincts concerning water. You're a creature of the deep now, just as much as you are of the land."

At Etoile's response she giggles with glee. "I'll give you what you need my little vixen."

With that, her tentacles wrap around Etoile's legs and pull her closer, spreading them, not stopping until Etoile is speared by The Princess's cock. The tentacles continue traveling up the girl's body, coiling and writhing. Free to use all eight in the spacious ocean, the Princess doesn't hesitate to do so. They wrap around her limbs, suckers clinging at her sensitive, heated skin. They wrap around her torso. One of them reaches her head and pushes itself into Etoile's mouth, the clingy suckers creating an odd sensation as they explore within her.

“Yes, Mistress,” she answers finding it easier to speak. Fluid rushing in and out of her mouth the sensation still a bit odd but she finds herself adapting to it.

Those tentacles surround her, a pair working up her legs as they are spread even further. Her head tilts back as she howls out in sweet ecstasy upon feeling that hardness press into her welcoming passage.

Muscles clamp down rippling over that meat, even as she writhes and wriggles against it. Another tentacle finds her mouth that eagerly parts for it.

The suckers are an odd sensation at first though her tongue works over them and the tentacle itself drawing in that appendage deeper than she would have thought. Given that it was tougher to strangle her and the fact that she could breath through her noise her gag reflex isn't much of an issue now.

Her tongue is only useful when most of that tentacle was outside her mouth, however, though it still rubs against it as it passes deep into her throat leaving her to moan against it. Her eyes flutter closed, not that they were doing her much good at the time. Her toes curl as bubbles dance around her mouth at the sounds of those muffled cries.

Tidal's own girlish moans and cries soon join Etoile's as she thrusts, fucking that clenching pussy roughly. She pulls Etoile up and wraps her lips around her breast, her tongue swirling around her nipple as she suckles. Then she pulls back only to kiss and suckle the other breast, and begins alternating so that all of Etoile's chest receives ample attention.

Tidal's thrusts go fiercer and fiercer, she seems to draw upon Etoile's unnatural arousal as she falls into her own sexual frenzy.

The tentacle in Etoile's mouth slithers down her throat, and then back up again and out to play with her tongue, before repeating the motion again and again, quickly.

She wants to tell her to keeping going just like that but the tentacle in her mouth prevents her from speech. Bubbles form up out of her gasping mouth. Her chest burns with that sensitivity at even the simplest of touches.

The way they are played with make them feel divine as she squirms in the grasp of all those tentacles. Her body reacting to all that aphrodisiac that flows through her. Would it pass or was that the side effect? She could breath underwater but for the entire hour she would be engulfed with this burning need? She was too busy to consider that question.

Had she not been occupied she may have thought that that would have been a bit impractical.

Her body tingled in response, tightening against that thrusting member as those moans become more frequent. Already she can feel the throes of her own orgasm mounting yet at the same time the aphrodisiac had not subsided in the least.

The tentacle goes down her throat, farther than anything else. Her alterations have her adapting to its presence as her tongue eagerly slashes and moves against it whenever it could.

Her back arches though there is nothing behind her, up and down now irrelevant. The two had been facing each other and for all practical purposes were upright and in a standing position only that they were not standing at the same time.

"Oh Etoile, I can't believe how tightly your pussy's grasping me," cries Tidal, leaving her cock buried deep within Etoile after a particularly hard thrust, and then resuming her frantic pace after a couple seconds.

Feeling Etoile's nude body being caressed beneath all eight of her tentacles is wondrous, and furthermore her suckers leech some of the aphrodisiac from Etoile's body and apply to her. She couldn't stop now even if she wanted and she definitely does not want to.

"I couldn't have made a being so beautiful and sexy if I had constructed you myself! Come on my love, let's cum together!" With that the tentacle wrapping around Etoile's hips finds its tip right at her clitoris, rubbing and stimulating it as Tidal fucks her mercilessly. Tidal herself can barely hold back her seed from spilling forth, and knows that feeling Etoile orgasm in her ten arms will send her plummeting over the edge.

She blushes, her eyes opening up again though there is little that could be see in the darkness. An outline, a silhouette even this close to her. She does catch some movement in the water indicating the things she had seen before were still around but there audience had been the furthest thing from her mind.

Etolie would have answered if not for that tentacle that found a new home in her throat. Her mouth as tight as her pussy around it as if attempting to imprison it. Her blush deepens at the compliment she receives, her fingers tighten against those shoulders then slide to Tidal's breasts massaging the curves of them, her thumbs flicking over her nipples.

A shock wave of bliss storms over her with that touching of her clit. The wave of electricity sweeps over her, her body locks down over that member as tremors continue to rip through her as she clamps down over that member crying out as those thrusts continue and her body cums around that welcome invader.