User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Kraken RedNSFW

My first point of action is to tell a fellow crewman about the kraken following us. After that I make a small gesture to wait that I hope she can understands, then go to the captain's quarters. I knock and get the gruff grunt to enter. I enter the cabin and explain what I saw, and ask how we should handle it.

"Damn, if we've got a kraken following us it's only a matter of time before it pulls us under. I've been there before, and it isn't fun if you don't want to be grabbed in a feeding frenzy. We've only got one option, throw someone to the thing and hope it leaves us alone. I stand there horrified, asking if we're seriously going to sacrifice a crewmember to the thing?

"It's one or all, and I'm not planning on this ship going down any time soon." He grabs me by the scruff and pulls me to the edge of the boat. My kicks and flailing arms aren't very effective against the old sea dog, and I soon find myself hanging over the railing.

"Here, take this one ya filthy beast!" He shouts as he lets go, leaving me to plunge into the icy water. I barely hit the water before a mess of tentacles start to rise around me, a formless blob coming up from beneath, identified only by the white glowing spots covering it. I'm surprised when a pair of oddly human arms come up and wrap around me. I dimly notice a large number of other forms dispersing around us.

Her face appears over the water, a kind smile on her lips. "Husband." She coo's, and before I know it, she's pulling me under, her breasts squished up against me. As we sink deeper she blows me a kiss, and everything goes black, the only visible thing in the water is her spots. I feel her warm tentacles embrace me, then a different, even warmer sensation envelops my groin.

I faintly hear a breath, shortly followed by a moan, and realise it's my own sounds I'm hearing. I hear a giggle, followed by a passionate pair of lips mashing themselves against mine. I don't even question how I can breathe, I just kiss her back, my arms wrapping around her as I let the pleasure take me.

A month later my old ship goes by, and I convince my wife to surface. When we look I see the captain, looking out over the water. I see him squinting, then smiling. He gives a short wave from under the railing, then walks away. "Such a nice old man." I hear my wife mutter. I ask her what she means.

"You didn't know? He's famous for bringing husbands to us out in the ocean. Many of my friends got their husbands after he threw them overboard." I look back at the ship, now passed and slowly vanishing into the night. I smile, thinking about what a tricky old coot he is.