And now they were body to body, face to face. His quickened actions have now bought her before him, actually near him.

Without thinking, his frog-like tongue whipped out...and licked the girl's cheeks. He tasted a little bit of the sea water which sprayed onto her face, but moreover, he tasted the girl's skin...plain, if he thought of it biologically, but in other words...it tasted so sweet. So sweet that he actually felt like howling.

Upon doing that a large wave formed from the distance. Not much like a tsunami, but it was definitely larger than anything else deemed normal by most surfers. Strangely, when it crashed into them neither one was unharmed...but it did change the shoreline significantly, as the storm showed no sign of waning, and instead it seemed to have doubled its power.

His tentacles held the girl in place, before him, and he started to touch her with his hands...

His fingers did the talking, running across her cheeks, all the way down to her chests which were pushed into prominence by her tightly wound arms. He ran fingertips against the evident cleavage, feeling the softness and at the same time, the firmness of the flesh which were being held so tightly together by the garment covering them.

Slowly, the tentacle which were playing with the girl's nubs moved to the back, and traced all the way onto her lock. It played for a while...then in one deft motion unlocked it.

((Lock?... Whats a lock?...))

Diana whipered when it touched her, she just wanted to leave now, it was going to far for her, she was thinking of a happy place, somewhere away from the school, where she was safe...

But she could not help feeling the effects of it touching her, it felt nice, but this was bad, why was she falling for this beast?... she didn't know...

(( er...that's meant to be a clasp, sorry...))

And upon unclasping the only thing that held the garment locked in place, it almost sprung off, to reveal what would've been hidden in most instances.

And slowly the creature averted his eyes, from the girl's face, to what had sprung before him...

And he felt a sudden pressure grow within him, like it had started to gather steam...

(Oh... thought so... don't confuse me like that O_o)

Diana felt one of the last things covering her body, fall away... 'what the hell is this thing doing...' she thought, it looked like it was accidental that it unlocked (... your words not mine) her bra. What it was doing, she had never sene before... like it had never dones something like this before...

(( Won't happen again, not to worry...^_^))

The storm once again picked up pace at about the same time he started to view what had appeared before him.

He viewed it with all the ravings of a sex-starved creature. It was soft, and plump, and it looked full although it seemed to be still developing...capped by two pink buttersoft nipples, looking and aching to be touched. The spraying water highlighted it perfectly, and the cold seemed to be starting to affect her.

She still couldn't move in his grasp...and it looked as if she didn't want to move. This, he deemed, was perfect.

And he started to touch the things before him. Aside from the tentacles, which by now seemed to move on their own accord, he gave his first exploring touches on these...things...before him.

They were soft, he was right. And they were at the same time firm under his touch. He touched all the more, squeezing and releasing in rythm, and was starting to rub the pinkish nubs that were jutting out proudly. Although small, they were pretty hard by now...and he didn't know what caused it.

All he knew, was that he was rock hard by now, and he was sure there was no way she could not feel it.

Diana moaned softly with pleasure, even though how bad she felt for feeling this way, the monster was doing his job, she felt her nubs harden at his touch. The thought of wanting to get away was slowly dissipating, it wasn't controlling her actions, the need to escape, it had gone compleatly...

She was about motionless right now...if ever there was any actions she did, the only thing she seemed to do, was bring herself closer to him, her 'attacker'.

Around them, it was as if an invisible bubble ahd formed around them. True enough, they were in the middle of a ragin storm, which seemed to pick speed as time passed, but strangely enough they weren't affected...not at all. The only thing that affected them was the water, spray, and a few gushes of wind, as he continued his exploration.

Tentacles started to move to a previously ignored part of her...her nether lips, surrounded by a visibly wet panty. Wet from the sea or wet from arousal, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that as a tentacle came in contact with it, it was wetter than before...surely he had something to do with this, even a little bit.

He kissed her again...if that was what he can call it. He started to kiss and lick the sweet face...trailing it to her mouth. He had a small surprise for her.

Diana tried to get his face, away from hers, she wasn't going to kiss... this thing... But she couldn't move far enough to avoid it, she closed her eyes once more, to try and block out his image in her mind...

The girl tried to avoid it, but to no avail. He got what he wanted anyway.

And so he kissed her. Not a full kiss, but it was more like he was trying to devour her. Yet a kiss it was, and he tried to get his tongue to be in contact with hers...once he found it...his long, frog like tongue encircled hers, playing some kind of fandango in her mouth that she most certainly won't like.

And of course the next thing he will do will surprise her.

Slowly, with his tentacles still around her, he submerges himself along with her into the raging sea, his mouth still entwined with hers, locked in a heated kiss which she did not welcome.

And now comes the surprise.

(I really hate suprises)

Diana let out a muffled scream, at least trying to disloge her tounge from, his, then she felt herself submerging, this worried her, was it going to try and drown her or something... She tried wriggling out of his grip again...

Down and down they went. Waves were starting to crash over them, and it was obvious that the girl was scared stiff. He thought that she was thinking he was out for her blood, that it would excite him to see her struggling, running out of breathe, until finally her lungs gave out...

On the contrary no.

He did this because it was getting to be a nusiance, the storm. Even if they weren't affected at all, in his mind he was. This storm somehow was a reminder of the storms in his past. And there was this uneasy feeling that somehow the storm was connected to HIM.

He watched her struggle, although never letting go of her leg to get air from up above. It wouldn't be long now...she was running out of air...

And at the last gasp of oxygen, she looked deathly still...and then came the realization that somehow she was still alive. She didn't understand how it happened, nor when it started to happen, but her mind could only process one thing she was doing right now that left her dazed and confused.

SHE WAS BREATHING UNDERWATER.

The creature smiled a shrewd smile, if that's what it really did.

Diana stopped perfectly still... she was breathing underwater... how did that thing manadge to do that?... how?... She struggled more and more to try and escape from his grasp...

Underneath the storm bothered them no longer. Even if it did geta lot stronger now, it wasn't of no consequence to them, now that they were underwater.

And at last the monster can move freely and with more grace. Though he couldn't take his time still...the time of the Aqualung was limited. It was quite long, but he knew it could be only for so long, especially with other species.

And so his tentacles gained a brand new ferocity and quickness. Finally, he drew the girl's panties away in a quick snap of one of his tentacles, so quick that the girl didn't even get lashed at by it...and once again her drew her close against him.

He drew her against his body, her back to his front, and from that position, he moved his arms underneath the girl's arms...to each rest on one breast, made even more soft by being in an almost gravity free environment such as this. The tentacles held her in place, held her against him, with some runnning themselves across most of her body.

And some found their way to her pussy, now naked, and gave it exploring rubs, to feel it for the first time.

Dian struggled to try and get away, she knew what might happen soon, and she didn't like it... She couldn't help about feeling good at his touches, no matter how rough, the tentecles were having an effect on her, raising her arousal, shuddering slightly...

He started rolling her breasts with his palms. He marveled at their softness, and yet firmness. He was curious about the way the nipples hardened under his palms, at the touch of skin against skin, and he rolled them in between finger and thumb...his touches beginning to get more erotic rather than explorative.

In his mind, he did not know what he was doing. But he was sure that he wanted to do this...or at least, he could not stop doing this, and he didn't know why.

The tentacles on her pussy grew more agressive, searching for right spots to rub rather then to explore. It focused on a spot he'd found during the exploration, a small piece of formation just above the thin slice across the girl's pubescent mound. It seemed taht it affected her whenever a tentacle would run across this skin formation, and the scientist in him felt a bit compelled to find out why that was so.

Getting a bit carried away, once again he ran his tongue across her skin, on her neck...getting a taste of her while submerged under the otherwise peaceful deepness of the sea.

But above them, it seemed armageddon was happening now, as the storm progressed dramatically and a couple of tornadoes fromed in the distant sea...