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She responded at the intense way he gazed at her. Heat suffused her entire body and her breath came soft and sultry. She swallowed and quickly grabbed her tracing pen. “I’ll start at the base and work toward the tip.”

“You’re the boss.” His voice was thick and sensual, stroking her senses.

Yeah, well, if she were the boss, she’d be straddling him about now. She held her breath as she outlined the area she’d work on today.

“I plan on doing this in small patches. Every day a patch until we’re finished. After I’m done with today’s session we can check the appointment book and schedule you in.”

“Great. So, how do you work? Do you need quiet to tattoo or lots of noise?” he asked.

“Depends on how hard the tattoo is. If it’s easy, I can talk. If it’s hard,”
like your cock
, “I need to concentrate.”

“Right now it’s hard,” she admitted, avoiding his gaze.
Oh yeah, baby, you are so hard.

She swallowed and eased a soft breath into her lungs. He smelled way too good too. Kind of like when she stood on a beach on a sunny day—everything fresh and sparking clean with a delicate hint of salt in the breeze. That’s exactly how he smelled. Like he belonged near the ocean or something. For a split second, she imagined she really was standing on a pristine beach with the warm sand sifting past her bare toes. Naked, after having come out of the water. He would be there with her. Sparkles of water dripping off his heavily muscled body.

She blinked and the awesome vision disintegrated. Oh man, for a bit she’d felt as if she’d been right
there
on the beach. Wow! She had it bad for this guy, didn’t she?

“It looks fantastic,” he said softly.

Huh?

She followed his gaze downward and blinked in utter disbelief as a full outline of a tentacle, complete with suckers, ran up his cock.

What the fuck?

She didn’t even remember drawing it.

Okay, this was way too weird. How could she not remember drawing this outline? She hadn’t wanted to do the entire penis. Just pieces. But it looked perfect.

“You were really into it, I’m impressed. I can’t wait to see how it looks with color and shading,” he continued.

The excitement lacing his voice seemed to enter her bloodstream, pushing aside her concern for not remembering. Yeah, she had artistic highs were she got lost in a tattoo, but the customer always ripped her out of it with a cough or something. She bit her lip as she surveyed her work. She had to admit it did look fantastic, even if it was just an outline.

“I’m glad you’re happy with it. Give me a few minutes to get the colors together. You should stand up and stretch and walk around.”

What in the world had just happened to her? Why didn’t she remember drawing that outline?

Ignoring her suddenly trembling hands, she placed her pen on the nearby tray, removed her gloves, tossed them in the wastebasket and rolled her chair away from him.

To her surprise, he didn’t even cover his lower half as he stood. His cock was so engorged it curled upward against his belly as he padded past her.

“Coffee? I need coffee. Can I get you a cup?” he asked as he paused in the doorway.

“No, thanks.” Like, wasn’t she jittery enough?

She sighed with relief as he left the room. His presence had overpowered her and she could actually think now. She’d started drawing on his flesh and then she’d been on the beach with him. It had seemed so lifelike. So real.
Too
freaking real. Artistic high? Could one happen so quickly during a project? It had never happened so fast before. But it did happen. She could lose hours on a tattoo and it would seem as if only a few minutes had gone by. Just like now. She gazed at the clock. Half an hour.

Absolutely freaking amazing!

Okay, she needed to get the colors next. Yes, the ink colors. She would need black for the outline and she would mix some of the other colors she wanted too.

My, oh my, but she was so wonderfully hot! And aware of him. And aroused. It was insane. But in an erotic kind of way. Catalina hurried to grab the ink bottles she needed from a nearby shelf and set up her workstation.

* * * * *

 

Calder slowly sipped his black coffee and listened for more movement from the tattoo parlor. He could sense Catalina was confused due to the fact she’d gone into a trance while she’d traced the outline on his cock. Her spell was an indication she was going to shapeshift sooner than he’d anticipated. Obviously, she had no clue of her true heritage, but over the next few days she would begin to question the changes in her body and wonder about the blackouts that were common before a first shift.

He blew out a hot breath as his cock hardened even more. He didn’t even need to stroke himself into arousal now. Just thinking of her was all he needed.

He sipped more coffee, enjoying the soothing way it melted along his parched throat. He enjoyed being a human mainly because he was addicted to the coffee.

Tonight, before he turned and went into the ocean, he’d make sure he switched on the auto brew, so when he returned from the depths his coffee would be ready and hot for him. Just like Catalina would be hot and ready for him the next time he came here. He could hardly wait.

* * * * *

 

“Okay, you’re going to feel some pain,” Catalina warned. “There will be some sharp pinpricks, but I need you to hold still.” After setting up her inks and other supplies, she’d washed her hands again, slipped on a new pair of latex gloves and dashed some numbing gel and healing ointment on the area she would begin tattooing.

“I’m into a bit of pain.” He grinned at her and her tummy somersaulted.

Oh man, she wished he wouldn’t do that. His smile was lethal to her visual senses. Heck he was lethal to all her senses. Yet, miraculously, her concentration seemed focused and unbelievably clear as she dipped her bamboo tipped with needles into the black ink and moved over to the base of his shaft. She asked him to hold his cock steady and he wrapped his fingers around his cock head, holding himself still. She didn’t dare look up to gaze into his eyes, because she just knew what she’d find there. Arousal, excitement and that exquisite need for sexual release. His and hers.

Blowing out a steadying breath, she slipped the bamboo stalk between her middle finger and forefinger and let it lean against the area between her thumb and forefinger, then began a gentle up and down motion, tapping along the lines on his flesh.

After a few seconds, she stopped and forced herself to cast her gaze at him. “Okay?”

He nodded. “Not bad, I expected worse. Please, do continue. It feels kind of pleasant.”

“Wish all my customers said that,” she said and began tapping again.

Thankfully, he remained silent as she allowed the bamboo stalk to slide quickly and confidently against his flesh. Tattooing always relaxed her, and it relaxed her now too as she pummeled his hard and swollen erection, following the black lines. His heavy flesh pulsed erotically against her fingers. What he would say if she stopped tattooing and slipped off her shorts and panties and just slid his juicy cock into her vagina as she sat on his lap? Gosh, she hadn’t even realized how sexy a man could look with his thighs spread and his feet settled into her stirrups. She swore when he left she would fantasize about those foot stirrups.

She’d undress in front of him. Kind of like an erotic dancer. She’d take off her clothing seductively, leisurely, starting with her blouse first…

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

 

Staring at him while she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, his eyes darkened as if an erotic storm was swirling within him. She removed her blouse and then her bra. Her breasts spilled free for his heated gaze. She twirled her bra in the air like a lasso before tossing it at him. He caught it with his foot and grinned at her.

“What do I look like? A garment holder?” he whispered, the tip of his pink tongue pushing out from between his lush lips.

She didn’t reply, her gaze sweeping to that enticing tongue of his. She unclasped the button on her jeans, slipping down the zipper. He tensed, the muscles in his chest and shoulders jumping magnificently as his hands grabbed the armrest of the tattoo chair. She loved that he was fighting for self-control.

She swallowed as she continued, peeling her jeans over her wide hips. He sucked in a breath as she stepped out of them.

“If you go any further, I can’t be responsible for what happens next,” he whispered hoarsely.

Oh, she loved the tortured coarseness in his voice. It made her tremble. Made her daring. She’d never felt daring with a man.

Until him.

Stepping closer, between his wide-spread legs, she inhaled and moaned as he reached out and cupped her heavy breasts. His hands were warm as he cradled her.

“Move closer,” he whispered.

She whimpered as she leaned in and he kissed the tight tip of one of her breasts.

Oh, so gentle. So beautiful.

He opened his mouth and sucked her sensitive nipple inside. His mouth was so hot she literally ached there. His teeth nipped delicately, unleashing an incredible pulsing deep inside her vagina. Oh wow, she’d never been this wanton before with a man’s mouth on her breast.

He tugged on her nipple and then laved his tongue around the peak. His mouth made love to her and she couldn’t stop her gasps as he moved on to her other breast and continued to work his wonderful magic. She sensed he was pushing her toward something awesome as he tugged gently then bit tenderly.

Her breath came faster and was soon out of control. She arched closer to him, slipping her hands against his waist, holding him tight as his suckling grew firmer, rougher. The incredible tingles racing through her spun into something desperate and unmanageable.

Sharp desire coursed through her, rocked her, and she sailed right along with it. His tongue lashed her like a whip, the sweet bite of his sharp teeth erotic pinpricks. Suddenly her entire body throbbed with intense need and she exploded on a groan as she quickly rubbed her pussy against his thick shaft. She wanted to reach down and grab his cock and slip his thickness inside her, but his hands were suddenly on her hands, holding them firmly on his waist, keeping her hostage as she pressed and gyrated against his hot erection.

She cried out as her pussy spasmed around empty air, her body climaxing. The deep shudders were endless as she gyrated and moaned and drowned in the vortex. Her mind splintered and her body instinctively enjoyed his gift of pleasure.

Soon, the spasms ebbed away and their heavy breathing burst through the small room. Oh wow! She’d never climaxed while a man fucked her breasts with his mouth.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

 

She blew out a fierce breath as sudden reality crashed in around her and she blinked.

The first thing she noticed was her clothing. She hadn’t removed them at all! Somehow she’d slipped into one heck of a naughty fantasy. The second thing she noticed was his awesome tentacle tattoo. Vibrant colors literally leapt off his cock. The greens, the gray and black shadings, the circles of suction cups were so lifelike. His cock seriously looked like a tentacle.

Oh. My. Goodness.

“Your work is breathtaking,” he whispered as he stared directly at her with an intensity that snapped like a live wire right into her core.

What the hell had just happened? Why was he acting as if everything was normal? Anxiety burst through her, but she managed to shake it off.

“Um…thanks.” Her voice came out strangled and harsh.

Have mercy!
Had she gone into some sort of artistic, erotic high? She swore she could not remember tattooing his entire cock. It should have taken her the course of several days to get such an intricate design.

And yet… She glanced at her clock. Four hours had gone by! It seemed like only a few minutes. What in the world was wrong with her?

Chapter Three

 

She was frightened. Fear flashed in her pretty blue eyes as she spread the soothing ointment all over his cock with freshly gloved hands. Her fingers trembled against his hot, aching flesh and her breathing was erratic. She would be questioning what had happened to her. He pondered whether he should tell her that many times, sometimes days and even hours before a female shifted, she went into erotic spells. Part of her mind splintered into hot, sexual fantasies, while another part continued as if nothing was happening. Any human male couldn’t even tell, but Calder could. Her sexy enticing scent had increased tenfold the instant she’d slipped into the mind trance, and it had taken every ounce of his strength to remain seated in his chair when all he’d wanted to do was start fucking her.

It had been hell. It was still hell. He just wanted to dive into her fragrance, her mind and body and simply make love to her.

No, he wouldn’t tell her. She would have to undergo more changes and she would have to have more questions before she would be receptive to even considering her true heritage as a possibility. Right now he sensed she wasn’t ready for the truth. Not yet.

He gritted his teeth as her sensual caresses made love to his human flesh. His cock was so engorged and a little sore too, but enduring the needles piercing his tender tissue had been worth it.

“This tattoo lube will help prevent infection and promote healing. It has all natural ingredients like vitamin E and aloe vera to help heal.”

Her voice was shaky. He hoped she would be all right. He would like to stay and keep her company, to soothe her, but he didn’t wish to frighten her any more due to the fact he could barely keep his hands to himself and all he wanted to do was touch her.

“Before you leave, I’ll give you more instructions plus your own tube of lube. Because it’s a bamboo tattoo, you’ll have to wait only one hour before you can take a swim or go out in the sun. It’ll be healed in a day.”

He nodded. He’d done his homework on bamboo tattooing and it was different than getting a machine tat.

“Because this technique allows the needles to barely break the skin to get the color and there’s minimal damage, you’ll be ready to have another one in a day or two. The pain is temporary and as you can see the detailing is very accurate and lifelike.”

“You sound surprised,” he teased.

She tried to smile, but it came off wobbly. She still hadn’t fully recuperated from her mind clicking out. Understandable.

“And it barely hurts.”

She smiled, obviously pleased. “Well, at least I’m not using bamboo thorns like the ancient cultures did.”

Ouch!

She covered his cock with the paper drape, removed her gloves, tossed them into a wastebasket, and then handed him the bamboo pole she’d used on him, minus the needles, which she’d thrown into a nearby hazard container. “For you. A souvenir. I never use the same bamboo pole twice. It cuts out cross contamination in my work space.”

“Thanks.” It would be a very nice souvenir. His first tattoo, one of many he hoped, by his mate. She wheeled her chair away from between his legs then stood. She stretched like a cat, her arms and hands going up into the air, her lush breasts poking against a work apron which covered the front of her blouse and dropped to mid-thigh.

“I’ll leave you to get dressed,” she said. “Meet me be back out in the main foyer and we’ll schedule you in.”

She turned and briskly left the room.

Having her out of his sight brought a sadness he’d never experienced before, but the Ancients had said this would be expected. Once she turned, the intensity of their need for each other would only increase. It was the way of their species. One of many built-in procreation instincts that kept mates close to each other, so others of their species had less chance of trying to move in on one’s mate.

He shifted his legs from the stirrups. They were quite understandably sore and stiff from lack of movement, and suddenly he craved his tentacles and some leisurely swimming through the fluidity of the water. It was much easier living in the ocean depths. Then all his limbs were loose and limber. He couldn’t wait for her to turn so she could join him and experience instinctual mating. But he would have to wait. He sighed with frustration and headed to the bathroom to retrieve his clothing.

* * * * *

 

“Are you serious?” Catalina’s friend Misty gasped for the tenth time as Catalina continued to relay what had happened to her while she’d been tattooing Calder. They’d been lying on their bellies for an hour, upon their air mattresses, on the almost-secluded, white sandy beach behind Cat’s RV, soaking up some late-evening sunshine.

“You blanked out?”

Concern marred her friend’s features and Catalina regretted having confessed. Misty would only worry. She was like that. She worried about every little thing.

“I think you should see my doctor. Maybe you’ve got a brain tumor or something.”

Oh for heaven’s sake.
Yep, she definitely shouldn’t have shared what had happened.

“No I don’t have a brain tumor, Misty. It was some kind of artistic high. I’m sure of it,” she lied as she tried to ease the anxiety flaring in Misty’s eyes.

“Do you really think so?”

No.
But Catalina forced herself to smile, reached out and grabbed one of Misty’s hands.

“I really think so,” she lied again. “Calder didn’t seem the least bit suspicious anything had happened. He said I had done a wonderful job. So obviously whatever happened I was able to keep working through it, so it must have been an artistic high.” The weirdest and coolest one she’d ever had.

Relief splashed through Misty’s face. She had taken the bait. “Now let’s figure out exactly how we can get this incredible guy into your bed.”

Catalina rolled her eyes. Leave it to Misty to try her matchmaking. “He’s not available.”

Misty frowned and pounded the sand with her fist. “Shit. The wife. Of course, I should have known some lucky chick would get the well-hung man who is into the same fetish as you.”

“Actually—” Cat stopped as Misty’s eyes widened with expectation. She should have kept her mouth shut.

“Yeah…go on.” Misty squealed, giving her head a curious tilt that made Cat almost laugh out loud at how cute and excited her friend looked.

“Never mind.”

“He’s unhappily married?” she prodded, her mouth dropping open with anticipation.

“Let’s just get off the topic. I want to have some fun. Let’s go swimming.” Suddenly Cat had this really intense need to take a dip in the ocean.

She turned over and rolled off her mattress onto the sandy beach. Standing, she frowned when Misty didn’t follow. Her friend remained on her tummy, arms tucked beneath her chin. But from this angle, Cat could tell Misty was smiling quite happily. Matchmaking thoughts again. That was okay, though. The urge to head into the ocean was growing stronger and she just wanted to be alone with it.

“Okay, so he’s not married,” Cat confessed. “But he’s got a girlfriend with a tentacle fetish and that’s why he’s giving her a tattoo. It’s a present to her.”

Misty gazed up at her. “And you’ve got the same fetish. The man is available, girlfriend. A-v-a-i-l-a-b-l-e. No wedding ring means he is still available.”

Disappointment rocked Cat. She’d never go after a man who was so obviously in love with another woman. So in love he was getting her something as permanent as a tattoo.

“I don’t steal boyfriends, Misty. You know me better than that.”

Misty grimaced and closed her eyes and settled her head back onto her arms, as if she was about to take a nap, which she usually did when she came over to visit and they lay on the beach.

“Yeah, I know,” Misty said sadly. “And with that kind of attitude you’re never going to catch a man, Cat.”

Well, then if that’s the way it had to be, then so be it. Cat grabbed her mattress, shoving it under her right arm before padding barefoot toward the gently lapping ocean.

The sun was just setting and it sat like a giant ball right on top of the ocean, casting orange sparkles across the small waves. As her toes dipped into the cool water, all the tension from today’s happenings suddenly seemed to melt out of her body and slip into the water.

Despite the conversation she’d just had with Misty about not going after another woman’s man, she couldn’t stop thinking about Calder. Couldn’t wait to see him again. She’d set up their next appointment for the day after tomorrow because she had already been booked solid for the following day. She’d blocked out the entire afternoon for him.

He would have a day of healing and, when he came back, she’d be able to go on to tattoo the octopus across his belly and abdomen. If she didn’t zone out like she’d done today, and didn’t slip into another odd, artistic high, she could do the outline of the octopus in that time frame. Then start on coloring and some shadowing, leaving the other tentacles he wanted for other days. She’d leave the rose-enshrouding heart with the keyhole for last.

She gazed down at herself as she slipped up to her knees in the water. She’d had a friend tattoo artist do an octopus on her lower back, with tentacles wrapping around her waist and one going down the back of each of her legs. She had a couple of tentacles stretching up her belly toward her breasts too. The ones on her front she’d tattooed herself. She’d spent many hours on them. They were so lifelike. Just as beautiful as the tentacle she’d drawn on Calder’s cock. She’d used many of the same colors. Various shades of greens, grays and blacks, with white-capped waves splashing all around the long, swollen tentacles.

She still didn’t understand how she’d been able to tattoo Calder without even remembering doing it, especially since she’d been looking so forward to this project. This zoning-out thing was really strange, and it was weird too that she wasn’t more panicked.

Cat walked farther into the ocean, the water now embracing her breasts. She let the air mattress float on the water beside her and held it with one hand, readying it so she could shove her upper body on top and kick her way farther out.

But instead of following through on her intention, she smiled as she continued to look down. Beneath the water’s edge, her tattoos seemed to come alive, moving back and forth on her body like arms beckoning her to dive under and swim like the animals. To be free and just float through the water, light and weightless. Her arms and legs transformed into tentacles, stroking the cool liquid with ease. She imagined herself as a squid or an octopus or some sea creature, her tentacles waving at her mate.

Oh yes, she would definitely have a sexual partner. Catalina smiled and incredible warmth burst inside her as she imagined having a male companion to swim with, to make love with and to love.

A tentacle of her partner would magically strip off her bikini top and bottom and wrap around each of her breasts, the suction cups holding her tightly, while two other tentacles would stroke her nipples until they were tight and achy. A swollen, hot appendage would snugly encircle her waist, holding her steady while yet another slipped into her ass.

She gasped at the sensual fullness as he explored her. The tip of another tentacle rubbed against her sensitive clit, massaging until her breath came faster and carnal urges shivered through her core. She moaned as another tentacle slid into her vagina, the warm, velvety flesh sliding deep, the suction cups snapping against long-dormant nerve endings.

She sucked in a sharp breath as both tentacles eased from her vagina and ass then plunged back in. Another thrust erotically into her mouth. The thought she was being triple penetrated rushed her mind.

Very ingenious
to triple penetrate
. After the initial shock of what he had done, she reached out her own tentacles which had only moments ago been her arms and legs.

Awesome to be able to shift like this. But it was just a dream. A wicked fantasy. And she was going with it.

Wrapping one of her tentacles around the base of his engorged cock, a cock that looked just like Calder’s newly tattooed shaft, she held him tightly, using another tentacle to erotically caress his cock head. It was really cool, this fantasy.

Aside from her arms and legs, the rest of her was the same as she floated beneath the water. Calder drifted in front of her, his arms and legs had turned into long, swollen tentacles too, yet the rest of him remained human. His head, muscular chest, his torso, his tattooed cock, all looked the same.

His eyes were closed as he held on to her. His thrusts continued, growing harder and more desperate. His tentacles swelled, pulsing, getting hotter inside of her. She firmly held his cock while she continued stroking his flesh.

They made love, thrashing in the water. Air bubbles surrounded them and hid them from prying fish, eager to watch. Pleasure rocked her as he kept up the triple penetrations. Spasms raced through her breasts, her vagina, her ass. They pummeled her, gripped her and loved her.

She gasped in the water, her body trembling into the orgasm, and vaguely realized she could breathe the liquid. But that discovery was quickly forgotten as a hot limb pressed into her mouth. He continued thrusting his tentacles into her, and then she was flying into another climax.

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