There was only the need.
We spawned beneath the surface of the water, spreading out unseen through the oceans. Our thoughts melded into one incessant murmur, muted and toneless when the needs of our flesh dominated the hive mind.
I needed to ejaculate.
There was nothing else until I did. Our bodies were these slippery appendages, a mass of tentacles and a small, bulbous head. Not much more than we needed.
Once our kind had spread enough, we would change again, creating flesh suited for any world we inhabited.
But there was that need...
Each tentacle extended into a phallic shaped, capable of hardening and softening at will. As efficient as these bodies were, engineered long before we set a single suction cup on the surface of this planet, their libido was uncontrollable. Any assignment would be abandoned by any members until the need was met, utilizing anything to bring the completion.
To spread our seed.
I saw the legs in the water, her face looking down from her breathing apparatus. They would swim like this, gazing down at our world, allowed the illusion they were the dominant species. Her golden hair was tied back, her thighs visible in the water, those feet splashing in and out of the water as the human went above me oblivious.
The blue fabric hugged her genitals, not that the protective clothing ever stopped us. Her pink coverings were so flimsy, clearly designed to attract mates, riding up the cleft of the buttocks, showing skin in the right curves. There was nothing about the waist, her breast tied up in a separate, matching piece.
It would be that much easier to use her.
We had studied the species, vapid and vain, and yet sometimes the right receptacle for our attention.
She would do.
I swam, my arms and legs moving me forward, closing the distance in second. I curled around, my suction cups attaching to her thighs. My tentacles climbed up her leg, creating the chemicals she needed for arousal.
The girl giggled, her hands touching me tentatively. She wasn't afraid, laughing at my attention, even as I moved closer and closer to the ill-covered sex.
I reached up, the tip of my phallus touching at her vagina.
Then she reacted.
Her hands shot down, trying to cover herself. I pulled back, then pushed forward again, this time worming underneath her hand. Only then did she understand what was happening. She could hardly swim and stop me, her species so unaccustomed to the water. I pressed my advantage, finding her opening.
I slid underneath her hands, then past the bottom covering, prying up underneath the string and pushing underneath the fabric.
She was so vulnerable now.
She was trying to make me stop, still unsure as to my real attention. I slithered up her thigh until I clung to her buttocks. My phallus found its way to her, a suction cup pulsing on the top of her sex, the perfect place to stimulate the female of this species.
She stopped struggling.
Her hands went up, trying to keep herself afloat as I used a feeler on her, rubbing and thrumming against the ridge right above her opening. I used another tentacle to slide away her bottoms, letting these float freely up to the surface where she made an attempt to grab them.