Anna was kicking herself. The hostel clerk had warned her to make sure she was back before nightfall. He told her the area was safe, but the woods were unusually dark at night. And even though they were having a full moon, very little of the moonlight would penetrate the thick foliage of the ancient woods.
In addition to the full moon, it was the summer solstice as well, the longest day of the summer, and Anna wanted to enjoy every last minute of it. So, she spent way too much time at the summit watching the beautiful sunset. The trail was easy to follow up, she rationalized. She was confident she could follow it back down even if it was the middle of the night. But now…?
Anna felt like she was walking in circles. She knew she probably was. But in the dark woods she had no landmarks; it all looked the same. This was one of her worst nightmares. She had once confided to an old lover how she really was scared of the woods at night. She thought she had overcome that. That was when she saw the glow of light through the woods. Finally! She could find a local person, and they’d help her find her hostel. Anna headed toward the light.
Camaron had been backpacking around Europe and was crossing through Croatia for the past few weeks. Camaron loved the mountains. He knew how to pack. He packed light and left a very small footprint wherever he went. It was so warm here, even in the mountains. He was in his bivy sack in a bed of ferns. The ferns almost covered him. He had picked this spot as the daylight was fading. It was just above a small pond with a waterfall cascading down the mountain into it. It was isolated, and he knew he’d enjoy a cold shower in the morning under that waterfall. Oddly though, there was no pond marked on his maps. But he was confident of where he was. He knew his way around a map and compass, and his GPS was confirming his location. He figured he must have gotten an old map.
He had gone to sleep as soon as it got dark. He knew it was best to get to sleep and then get up and moving by dawn. He slept soundly but was awoken around midnight. But what woke him up wasn’t the sounds of the night, or of the forest. Camaron’s senses were always heightened in the woods. Even asleep, his mind knew what noises belonged and what didn’t. That noise didn’t belong. As he came fully awake, he knew it didn’t belong. He lay there listening carefully. It was in the distance still, but it was coming toward him, from across the hollow on the other side of the pond.
Camaron could hear the woman yelling. He didn’t understand what she was saying. He wasn’t even sure of the language. He didn’t think it was Croatian. But he thought the accent might be Polish. He knew she was really pissed. But he wasn’t sure yet about what. But he had travelled enough in the backwoods to know that domestic issues happened a lot out there. And they were always potentially dangerous. So, he slipped out of his bivy sack quietly and slowly crawled through the ferns close to the edge of the overhang where he could see down to the pond below.
By the time the people came into view on the other side, Camaron was well concealed among the ferns. When he saw them, he knew immediately he didn’t want to be seen. He thought he couldn’t be seen, but just in case, he dug his fingers into the soil and took a handful of the dark mountain soil and rubbed it into his face. The last thing he needed was his white face reflecting the full moon in pitch-dark woods. He pulled a couple more fern branches in front of him. He was worried his life might truly depend on his ability to remain undetected. Because now that they were approaching the pond, the full moon clearly illuminated them all. He could see several were carrying the screaming woman on their shoulders while others controlled her arms and legs as she struggled.
Anna had walked toward the light so quickly that she had seen through the woods. She was afraid she’d lose them to the night somehow and miss her chance to find out how to get back to the hostel. As she got closer to them, she called out. The light stopped moving and started toward her. As she got closer and saw them, she stopped in her tracks. There were about a dozen of them in robes. They were running at her now. She didn’t know why, but she sensed she was in danger. She turned to run, but they were fast, and they had her quickly. It only took them a few minutes to control her and start carrying her back in the direction they had come from.
As they entered the clearing, Anna tried screaming. She tried what little Croatian she knew to try to get them to say something. Then she tried her other languages to no avail. Polish, Russian, English, some German even. They carried her to the edge of the pond and laid her on a large flat rock opposite the waterfall. As they held her down, they all began chanting. Anna had never heard the language they were chanting in. The rock was angled down slightly to the pond. Even with her head down, Anna could see the waterfall at the other end of the pond as well as most of the surface of the water.
As they chanted, Anna kept yelling and talking. She stopped suddenly when she saw the surface of the pond ripple and small waves appear. That’s when she felt it. She looked down and saw the tentacle wrapping around her leg. Then another on her other leg. As the tentacles wrapped around her legs, the people holding them released them. More tentacles appeared. Soon her wrists and arms were wrapped up by tentacles and held down. She couldn’t move.
Camaron couldn’t believe what he was seeing now. The beautiful woman had clearly been out hiking from the clothes she had on. Camaron knew he had seen her earlier in the day on the trail. He had gone to sleep with images of her in his head. She was tall, with dark hair with some fading red streaks from a previous dye treatment. He loved her eyes. She was wearing hiking shorts, and he couldn’t help but stare at her athletic and shapely legs. As she passed him by, he turned to watch her ass. Camaron blushed as she turned and caught him staring. She smiled at him, and Camaron felt his knees go weak. If only…
Now he was watching her as the other tentacles slipped under her clothes. With an unknown force, they ripped her clothes off piece by piece until finally she was naked on the rock with only shreds of her clothes under her and her hiking shoes still on. The water churned, and Camaron was frozen in place as something rose out of the pond.
Anna was terrified as she saw the creature the tentacles were attached to rise out of the water. It was a hideous man/fish thing. In the bright moonlight, Anna could see almost every detail of the creature. But what her mind focused on was the phallic appendage jutting out from its lower torso. It looked something like a cock. But it was so much larger. And of course, it was wet and slimy like the tentacles. But it was stiff and hard, unlike the tentacles. Two of which had wrapped around each of her breasts.
Her nipples were hard and swollen from the constriction of her breasts. Two other tentacles with their small suckers had attached to her nipples and areoles, making suction movements on them. Another tentacle was working on her clit. There was no doubt in her mind where that cock like thing was eventually going to go. And the perverse thought of it made her pussy flow juices. She was beyond screaming as she felt a tentacle slip into her ass. It was slimy like the others and easily slid into her. She could feel its warmth in her belly as it moved in farther and farther. It alternately swelled and contracted, and Anna felt her sphincter conforming to the unwelcomed intruder.
She felt another slimy tentacle slip into her pussy. She wanted to yell, but all that came from her mouth was a moan.
The tentacle vibrated across her G-spot and teased her cervix, exploring her as if to see how much of that cock she could take. She felt the uncomfortable pressure against her cervix. The tentacle was insistent, and then she felt it slip through her cervix deeper into her. But she didn’t care; her muscles were contracting in spasms as her first orgasm coursed through her body.
As she cried out, she barely noticed the second tentacle enter her pussy. It slid alongside the other one already there and forced its way through her cervix as well. It was as if the secretions on the tentacles had magic hormones that almost immediately resulted in her cervix dilating. As she came down from her first orgasm, she could feel the tentacles pulsing and opening her cervix even more. She looked at the fish man standing between her legs, his huge cock poised at her pussy. She felt her body being lifted off the rock by the tentacles wrapped around her.
She couldn’t take her eyes off the cock as she was slowly pulled onto it, inch by inch. The cock was at least eighteen inches long. She felt some pain as it started to push through her cervix and into her uterus. But she didn’t care. Her second orgasm was coming up on her fast and hard. She knew that with any normal man, a cock that size would have ripped her apart.
The pain would have been unbearable as it passed through her cervix. But she felt very little pain, just euphoric bliss. It was as if she was high. This was like ecstasy times ten. And then in her fogged mind she realized the slime on the tentacles must have some chemicals in them. She was high. She was euphoric. And her insides were numbed. At least part of them. Her clit was far from being numb. Her nipples had never been so swollen and hard. And then she felt the creature's body against her thighs as she was finally fully impaled on his cock.
Looking down, Camaron couldn’t understand how this woman had taken that thing into her. Even from his distance, he could see it was a long cock. It was easily as long as the tall woman’s calf. It had to be tearing her up inside. But the woman was clearly experiencing an orgasm. Her moans and cries left no doubt.
Cameron's cock was hard underneath him as he watched the creature start to slide the woman back and forth on its cock. The creature was making some weird noises. The chanting grew louder and faster. As the chanting grew faster and louder, the creature fucked the poor woman faster and harder. As the woman was once again orgasming, the creature threw its head back and let out a roar.
Camaron was sure it could be heard miles away. With a roar, the creature's tentacles pulled the woman tightly down onto its immense cock. Camaron could only imagine the cum pouring out of a creature that large and into the woman’s belly. As the creature came, Camaron felt something like a sonic boom, a shock wave, something that emanated directly from the creature as it roared and came inside the woman. The wave knocked Camaron out. He felt himself spinning. He saw amazing images. Things flashed through his head. This must be what it’s like to die, he thought. His life was flashing before his eyes.
But no, the flashes he saw were of the woman below. Right before his eyes, her belly was beginning to grow. The creature had just slid his cock out of her, but already her belly was growing. In just a few minutes, she turned from this beautiful athletic woman into a beautiful pregnant woman. Her belly grew huge. Her breasts swelled to twice their size and were leaking a steady stream of milk. The creature simply held her in the air above the rock. All Camaron could think of was all those sci-fi movies where alien babies erupted through the bellies of people. He thought for sure he would be witnessing the death of this woman. He tried to close his eyes but couldn’t. His cock was hard and leaking underneath him.
Anna cried softly as she felt her belly swelling up. The shockwave had made her pass out for a few minutes. But as she came to, she immediately felt her belly growing. The creature had somehow made her pregnant. He had already withdrawn from her. Her breasts were so swollen with milk she could hardly stand it. The tentacles were milking her, but as fast as they milked her, the faster her breasts would make milk. Anna was still feeling the effects of whatever was in the tentacle slime. So maybe it was just in her mind.
And then she felt them. Moving around inside her. It terrified her. What was going to happen? Would they destroy her from the inside out? And then she felt the tentacle slipping out of her pussy. It was a small tentacle, nothing like the ones holding her. It felt around and around. The tentacle rubbed across her pussy several times. This just made her hornier and hornier. Finally, it wrapped around her thigh and contracted. As it did, the rest of the alien body popped out of her body. It felt like a Ben Wa ball was being pulled out of her. The creature slid down her leg and onto the rock below her. A minute later, a second tentacle poked out, and another alien creature began its escape from her womb.
Anna watched in horror as the first creature wriggled up the rock and onto her body. And an alien mouth latched onto her swollen nipple and fed from her breast. This went on for hours. Or at least Anna felt like it did. One by one they crawled out. All of them eventually found their way to her breasts and nursed from her.
Camaron watched as the woman gave birth to creature after creature. The woman was overstimulated now, and it seemed like every 3-5 births her body would convulse in orgasm. But eventually they stopped coming out. There were at least twenty of the small creatures. She was covered by the slimy creatures as they took turns feeding from her. They all eventually got their fill of her milk, and one by one they disappeared off the rock and into the pond.
The creature's tentacles finally flipped her over and placed her in a doggy-style position. The tentacles released her in that position. The large tentacle that had been inside her ass pulled out. She had to have had at least six feet of it in her.
Cameron watched in disbelief as the woman didn't move. In fact, she looked over her shoulder at the cock behind her. And after the ordeal she had been through, she lowered her shoulders down to the rock, angled her rear up higher, and spread her knees wider to present her ass to the creature. She was clearly standing in heat and inviting the creature to breed her again.
Anna knelt on the rock, presenting herself like a bitch in heat. Which she thought was exactly what she was. She didn't care. She had never had so many orgasms. She had never cum that hard. Whatever pheromones or chemicals this creature had in its fluids, Anna was hooked. As much as she was horrified by it all, her body wouldn't deny itself. It wanted that cock again.
When the creature penetrated her again, she cried out in a combination of pain and pleasure. She knew she would never be as fully satiated as she would be tonight if she survived. Her body would always crave these perverse and degrading feelings again. Just the thought right now of her belly swelling again and the slimy creatures moving in her womb made her want to cum. The feel of them sliding out of her and feeding from her nipples charged her body.
This time the creature used her just for its pleasure. He rutted into her from behind, making her cum again. When he pulled out and nudged her over with his tentacles, Anna still wanted more. She rolled onto her back and pulled her knees up. Her hands grabbed her thighs, and she spread and pulled her long legs back and open as far as she could. When the creature penetrated her again, Anna wrapped her legs around the slippery body and pulled the creature in as tightly as she had any past lover. But this wasn't love. This was just copulation.
This was just animal sex, and Anna knew she would always want this. When the creature came again, its roar was deafening. Its semen flooded her. Anna felt her belly fill with the fluid and leak out of her and down her ass. She felt used and degraded but elated and euphoric at the same time. She knew she would never be the same. The same sonic wave from the creature's orgasm rolled throughout the small valley. Anna saw the stars and passed into a euphoric darkness.
As the shockwave hit Camaron once again, the last image he had was of this beautiful woman wrapping her legs around this creature and forcing every inch of the giant cock into herself as she screamed in orgasm and came for the creature one last time. Her belly filled with the creature's cum.
Camaron had no idea how long he was out. He didn’t even know if he was alive or dead. But slowly his senses came back to him. He was still on the mountainside, lying in a pile of ferns looking down into a hollow below. But something wasn’t right. He blinked to make sure. The pond wasn’t there! The people were gone. The creature was gone. But oh God! The woman was there! Naked and lying on the same rock.
But the rock was just sitting in a small clearing of ferns. There was no waterfall, no pond. Nothing. Camaron scrambled down the cliff face and got to the woman as fast as he could. She looked alive as Camaron approached her. He could see the rise of her breasts as she breathed in and out. But she was still unconscious. Camaron sat her up and wrapped his arms around her. He knew in that moment that if she woke up, he would never leave her.
When Anna woke up, she was in a bivy sack with strange clothes on. Definitely not hers. A man was curled up next to her. Sleeping quietly. She knew him. She didn’t know how. She remembered passing him on the trail earlier in the day. Slowly her mind opened. That must have been yesterday. Because it was light out now. The night? She had been lost, she remembered. Something happened to her. She got flashes of people grabbing her, holding her down… "Oh no!" she thought!
She felt the wetness between her legs immediately as the images flashed in her head. Those things in her body, the tentacles teasing her body, the massive cock that had owned her body and made her orgasm over and over again helplessly. Fluids were still seeping from her, her belly still slightly distended.
But this man next to her. He stirred, and they stared at each other. Camaron couldn’t help himself, and he kissed her gently on the forehead. Anna knew from that one gentle kiss she’d never leave this man. She closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
Epilogue:
They spent three days there on the mountainside to let Anna rest. They talked about what they had each seen and felt. They talked for hours of the shared dream or event or whatever it was. They agreed it was real. Anna had the bruises on her body from the tentacles and hickies on her breasts from those little suction cup-like things on the tentacles. They talked even longer about their lives, their lovers, their hopes and dreams.
Camaron took care of Anna there. He hiked every day down to a nearby stream in the valley and brought fresh water up for them. He cooked up some of the dehydrated food in his pack for her as well as some edible items he collected or caught in the woods. On the third and last morning there, they made love on that flat rock among the ferns. It was their way of exorcising the shared demon from their lives. To put it behind them and move forward. When they were done, they got dressed and hiked down the hill to the hostel.
When they walked into the hostel, the hostel manager was at the front desk. His face went white, and he almost fell off the stool he was sitting on. The manager could hardly talk. He excitedly spoke in Croatian and came around the desk and hugged the two of them. Anna and Camaron were confused. Finally, the manager remembered he had conversed with Anna in mostly English.
“We thought you were both dead!”
“What? I wasn’t gone that long! Why didn’t you send out searchers for me?” Anna replied.
The hostel manager pointed to two flyers posted on a side wall next to the desk. Anna and Camaron looked at their pictures side by side on the wall. Both posters had similar text on them, some in Croatian, some in English. But the main thing that jumped out at them was the text that read “Missing since the summer solstice, Friday, June 20, 2025."
Camaron said to the manager, “Wow, you don’t fool around. That was fast. But why did you think I was missing? I wasn’t even staying here, and I wasn’t due to check in again with my family until next Saturday, the 28th.”
The manager stared at Camaron. “Sir, you both have been missing for over a year. This is 2026, and the summer solstice was three days ago on Sunday, June 21st. Your family reported you missing the week after she failed to come back here on the solstice. We didn't even know you knew each other. We assumed whatever happened out there must have happened to you both. The last evidence of you both was when you each registered in the trail log book at the summit on the summer solstice, of last year!"
