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Looking over the sea, Seigi waited patiently on the edge of the cliff that leaned high above the ocean, giving him the perfect view of both sea and beach. Smiling to himself, he enjoyed the sound of waves hitting rock, and the distinguished salty smell that hung heavily in the air. The sky was still dark and with so few people outside, Seigi loved the quiet, calm mornings near the sea.

Every so often a gentle breeze carried a spray of salt water high enough to reach him. The droplets of water landed on the grey and white fur on his body and blue swimming trunks. The wind parted the fur on his trim stomach torso, and thick legs making him shiver slightly. What water that piled up to a small dew drops on his broad shoulders had dropped down his arms or onto the dark rock beneath him.

Letting out a sigh of content he leaned back and let his red tipped tail sway to and fro off the side of his haven. He's been coming to this one spot for months, after stumbling upon it; finding it so far away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life, he was able to relax here just as much as he could in his home that was in a remote part of a near by forest.

But unlike his home, this place he felt more at ease...though that was only in the hours before the beach became packed with squealing children, obnoxious parents and the other insufferable people that littered the sandy shores, ruining his paradise. It didn't help him much that he was, just in general, not really a people person. Even in the restaurant he worked at, he just barely tolerated those who worked in the kitchen with him.

It wasn't that he didn't like anyone. It was just that if they made a bad first impression or acted like a general asshole he didn't want to converse with them. He'd still stay in the same room and listen to them. Though he'd be almost always irked the entire time, but if they did something really idiotic, mean or something like that he'd just avoid them altogether.

He didn't stray on that thought because what he waited for had appeared. The sun rose on the horizon, the day's new light driving the darkness of night away and covering the blue sea in a blanket of a brilliant yellowish gold color.

He always loved watching the sun rise in the morning. How it almost gave new life to each day and that, in this place of tranquility, made the scene that much more beautiful to him. He let out an almost silent murr from the soft warmth washing over his body, as the sun rose ever so higher in the sky.

Being able to see what he wanted, he rose up and took his time to stretch and pop his back before heading off the cliff. Reaching the spot where rock met land, a grin spread across his face. Turning back around, he sprinted for the edge like his tail caught fire. His footpaws made a dull thud with each step as he ran faster, easily rung the 30 feet it took to reach the ledge.

Planting his foot on the on the lightly rounded ridge he lunged himself forwards jumping off the cliff face. Putting his arms in front of him in a diving pose Seigi closed his eyes as he plummeted down to the sapphire waters below. The small droplets on his fur ran down his body to his feet, but as they moved they grew larger and by the time he was half way down the water had grown large enough to cover his arms and upper body.

The water around him kept growing on its own; moving unnaturally as it began to cover his lower back, thighs and legs, making him look like he was wearing a shimmering suit of water. He hit with a large splash into the ocean, and as his body slowed down he opened his eyes; the suit of water expanded into a large bubble allowing for him to take in breaths of much needed air.

It didn't take long for the bubble of air to stabilize and helped greatly for Seigi to not pop it when the bottom of it started to form an ice like platform for him to stand on. He grinned to himself, impressed by his handy work. Life was made just a little easier on him, when his abilities first kicked in around four months back.

He was in his home when it happened. He'd just gotten into the bathtub for his nightly shower and during which he didn't notice he knocked down a bar of soap, only realizing it when he stepped on it and slipped hitting the side of his head on the edge of the metal bar that he used to hang washrags on.

He laid in the tub, water poring over him, in pain; blood mixing with water pooling around him and going down the drain. He didn't really know what happened after that. He was conscious just long enough to see the water around him reverse its flow and, on its own, start to cover him. When he came to hours later he had stumbled out of the shower, and found he didn't have any kind of recognizable mark from the accident, except for having a headache from hell.

After that, he spent time trying to figure out what had happened and why the water moved in the way it did. It was weeks after the incident that he realized he himself moved the water when he was working in his kitchen and knocked over a glass he had on the counter. He had grabbed for the cup but instead froze when the liquid inside shot out, and hung in the air like it was levitating. The cup shattered when it hit the hard wood flooring, but the water sure didn't.

Yeah he was a little freaked out at first...well more than a little. More like a lot. But after he got used to the idea of what he could do he tried to find just what he was and wasn't able to do while he was at home, out of sight of the rest of the world. Over the passing months and through trial and error he found he could manipulate water to do a varying amount of things from making it so cold it became ice, make small illusions. Though while using his abilities he realized he was able to control energy of those elements, and not the elements themselves.

He even found he could create and manipulate fire and even lightning, but nowhere as good as he could for water. He had on a few occasions almost been caught using his abilities while he was working, but had managed to convince those who got a glimpse that they were just seeing things. Yeah he had wanted to tell them, but unfortunately there were stories about others that had different powers and after they came out of the wood work; they were never seen or heard from again.

He shuddered at just the thought of what had happened to those people. It didn't help that some of the rumors about their disappearance was that government officials capturing them and after a whole slew of tests cut them open to find out how they could do what they were able to do. Seigi, on the other hand, didn't feel like telling the world about what he could do just to see what was and what wasn't true about those stories.

Putting those thoughts aside he went about traveling down to the base of the rocky wall in back of him. While following the jagged cracks down, he watched in wonder at the passing aquatic life; knowing that others wouldn't be able to experience the sea's wonders like he could. He couldn't help but feel a minute guilt being able to see the beauty of nature like this; the dozens of species of fish, the coral reef and even the grass swaying gently in the ocean current.

It felt so great to be down here he almost wished he could move his home here. Though, he chuckled at the thought of having to keep everything dry on a daily basis. Reaching the bottom he stopped just before the ice he was standing on touched the sand below him, looking around, taking in the surroundings. He didn't know why, maybe it was instinct, maybe something else, he didn't know what, but he felt a need to go somewhere to his right.

Even if he didn't know why he was drawn this way, he made sure to enjoy every moment of environment he was in. Not having a watch on him, he couldn't tell just how long he followed the gut feeling of where we had to go, but it seemed like it had been a long while before he noticed strange large stones that he could undoubtedly use for landmarks if he had ever wanted to come back.

Stopping close enough to inspect one without risking the safety of his bubble, he noted that the main circular structure of the stone was broken, worn away and unrecognizable. The few things he could barely identify were the moss covered stone arms resting in the sand. Looking closer he noticed the ends came to a point and grew thicker traveling along to the main formation, but other than that he couldn't tell what it was.

Looking up he saw more of the same ruins not even 10 feet away, and more traveling in rows all to one point; a small opening in a rock wall. The thought of this place not being discovered mixed with curiosity of what unknown objects of a culture long forgotten took hold as he made his way down the center of the stone ruins. It didn't take long to get to the mouth of the cavern as he stopped just inches away; the riming of the opening was strewed with a language that Seigi had never seen before.

Not knowing just what could be inside, he decided it would be best to shrink the bubble to a size that wouldn't be risked getting popped, and with a flick of a wrist it began to become smaller and smaller until it fit perfectly around his head. His body slowly sunk to the sea floor, his footpaws resting on the soft sand.

Seeing how dark it was inside an idea formed in his head. Putting the palm of his right hand on the air bubble surrounding his head, he was careful to pull out another pocket of air from it and expand it. Holding out his arm he concentrated on a single spot on his palm until a small flame sprouted; with it light tore through the shadows in the once dark tunnel.

Stepping inside one thing stood out that fueled his interested was that the passageway was, to the touch, relatively smoother than he thought it would be. The way it was carved out too seemed to add to the idea that this once was used before. As he continued to swim, he made sure to keep his only light source alive, while also making sure he could still breathe.

After going down corridor after corridor he soon found himself in a large room; the light from his fire revealed a primitive staircase to his left that angled upwards, traveling up and around past the limits of where he could see. Puzzled as he began to swim up he wondered why the room was built in such as fashion and the reason to building the staircase in a spiral.

He guessed it took around four minutes before he reached the top; breaking the surface of the water the bubble around his head and hand burst. It was without a doubt a surprise to Seigi that there was still a pocket of air in this place. Finding it difficult to keep one arm up to see he made the water around him turn to a sheet of ice. Snuffing out the flame in his palm he climbed onto the ice and relit fire to see if the area had something else to stand on.

Careful as to not slip he slowly made his way across; it didn't take long however for him he spot a grayish area that stood out amongst the blue of water. Rushing over he heard a cracking sound when he was just inches from getting to dry land, which made him hesitate; only to recognize the sound too late as he fell through the ice.

Gripping the rock he coughed and sputtered as he pulled himself up out of the water; laying on his back catching his breath for the moment. Grunting as he got up he was a tad bit annoyed with having to remake another fire so he can see. As he did so he went to dry himself off with the heat coming from it, only to stop chuckling lightly amused at his folly.

"Seigi, Seigi, Seigi. You can make water do what you want and yet, you still use fire to dry yourself off." Twirling his left hand, while moving it away from himself the liquid that clung to his fur shifted off of him and into a ball in front of him. Waving his arm to the side the water ball moved with the motion and merged with the pool he came out of.

Looking around it was easy to tell that wherever he was at in the cave was undoubtedly immense. Trying to see how large of a space he was in, he swiped his free hand over his fire, grabbing a small portion of it and threw it into the air. The flame traveled up for a good while before vanishing, and it hadn't even hit anything yet. He did the same thing several more times in various directions, keeping the flame just small enough so it wouldn't scorch anything. One of the balls of fire however hit, from what he could tell from the impact, a wall just 10 feet in front of him.

Walking closer his foot hit something that clattered as it moved across the ground. Reaching where it had stopped he picked it up and examined it. It was just a large stick that he had hit; as long as his entire arm and just as thick too. He guessed from its length that it might have once been used to help someone walk up the flight of stairs easier.

Not seeing what else it might have been used for he held the tip in the fire in his palm until it crackled, and smoke started to rise. Using the stick as a torch he continued his walk to the wall. As the orange-ish yellow flames illuminated the rock, Seigi was a bit taken back by the elaborate drawings that covered the wall.

Gently placing a paw on one of the figures he rubbed the dry paint, and found when he drew his hand back that a rusty red dust stuck to the pawpads on his fingers. Standing back he examined the many paintings from left to right. Finding, from what he could tell, was the start of the images he did his best to guess what story they told.

On his left was the first painting of a small village among the rocky shores that was plagued with fierce rains and tidal waves that drove them onto the brink of destruction. Next to it the story continued with one of the villagers seeking help from neighboring settlements that refused, believing that the gods were angry at the people living on the shore and that they didn't want to anger the gods any further from their help.

One day when the waters were calm enough, the people of the village made an offering to appease the gods for whatever wrong they had done, and had given one of their own to the sea. They chose one of their strongest males so he could swim into the waves and reach the bottom where they believed the god of the sea had lived. There he could offer himself as a way to give his strength to the god of the sea.

Drifting to the bottom a strange orb had rescued the male. Eventually when he came to he found himself in the presence of his rescuer, and was frightened thinking it was a beast that was going to eat him. Before he could run away dozens of arms shot out of the orb and ensnared the male. One of the limbs had pressed itself against the male's forehead and it was then he learned of the beast's identity. It was the sea god that had witnessed what happened and had saved the male so he could take a message to the villagers.

Upon entering his home, the villagers were shocked to find he had returned. Going to the elders he told them that he had talked with the sea god and that they had done nothing wrong to anger him. The god was sorry for what had happened to them and had offered a way to prevent such a situation to happen again. After building a cave to house the god a group of villagers went to offer themselves to it once every month.

It was around this part that Seigi's breathing became short and shallow; his sheath tightening up rapidly while it was harder to concentrate on what he was doing. Shaking his head he tried his best to focus. Looking once more at the pictures, he saw a group of individuals in front of the sea god; one of them closer to it than the rest. The next painting showed dozens of arms out stretched from the god, taking hold of each individual.

Seigi had to put a paw on the wall to brace himself from falling, just now noticing a strange smell that filled the cavern. He could feel his member slipping free, stiffening as it contacted the fabric of his trunks. He didn't know what had come over him as he began panting lightly. The aching need to masturbate growing as every second passed; his length causing his shorts to tent, a dark wet spot forming from pre that escaped his cock.

He couldn't take much more as he pulled his swim trunks down and let them fall to the ground. Turning around he put his back against the wall as he too slid down and sat, legs spread as he put the torch down and gripped his throbbing shaft. Using his thumb he rubbed the head of his cock in slow circles letting out a low groan as he felt his dick harden more in his hand.

Swallowing the lump in his throat he pressed his head back on the rock behind him as he stroked his length leisurely, taking his time to savor each moment that passed. Squeezing the base of his cock he let of a mixed murr/sigh as he used the warm pre to lube his manhood. Inhaling a deep breath of air he could easily distinguish the difference from his musk, and the other odor in the room; both making the feelings coursing through his body become stronger than before.

Too busy taking care of himself, he didn't pay attention to the new sounds of something else in the cave, coming closer to him. Taking his hand off his dick, he went to lick his paw to taste himself; he shivered feeling something cool moving against his feet and creeping up his legs. Through almost glazed over eyes he looked down and froze watching dark blue tentacles coming out of the darkness. One of which wrapped itself around his manhood.

The slight cold touch made him moan as it tightened around all five inches he had to offer. It took a while to get through his hormone clouded head what was taking hold of his manhood, and he didn't dare stop it when he managed to think of three things.

One, he had a slight tentacle fetish and often wondered what it might be light to be taken by a "tentacle monster". Two, he really didn't want to stop the limb working his shaft. And three, each tentacle looked just like the ones from the ruins outside.

Biting his lip, he held back his moaning from feeling that cool arm stroke him off while the others tenderly moved up his body. Watching one on his chest get closer, he was curious to just what a tentacle like these tasted like. Moving his left hand he carefully gripped it and held it close to his muzzle, nuzzling it for a moment before letting his broad tongue lick across its surface.

It had a strong, musky flavor with an almost hidden saltiness to it as he held the thin slime coating on his mouth before swallowing. Something popped into his head then that made him chuckle. The flavor of the tentacle was a strong match to the smell in the air that grew heavier as more limbs emerged from the shadows.

Seigi again rested his head against the rock, smiling to himself. "Using that smell to make me hot huh? Heheh, if you wanted me you should have asked. I'd be happy to let you use me." Something happened then that he didn't expect. The smell in the air began to dissipate, as if the tentacles understood just what he said.

"So you can understand me, huh?" Feeling his head clearing up some, he grinned seeing that the tentacles had stopped moving, as if they were waiting for him to do something; the light from the torch shimmering off of each limb. Shifting his weight Seigi twisted his body so he was on his hands and knees.

Looking back he teasingly wiggled his rear to the blue limbs. "Go ahead, take me." He growled sexily looking back at the tentacles, Seigi shuddered feeling the arm on his cock tighten and loosen its grip. He could feel more wrapping themselves around his legs. Panting harder he closed his eyes just as the tip of a tentacle pressed against his entrance.

Murring, he waited in anticipation, feeling his pucker open slightly, the slime like substance on the limb was an excellent substitute for lube. The nerve endings in his ring lit up like fireworks as the appendage kept up the pressure; Seigi expected it to slip inside him, but to his disappointment it didn't. It pulled back and circled his pink pucker diligently before pushing forwards again.

He didn't know if it was intentional or not, but he could feel the craving to be filled growing with each passing moment. Pushing his body back didn't help either. The tentacle just moved with him, not going much further inside him. A high pitch whine escaped his muzzle as he tried to no avail to get that arm further inside him.

"G-god...will you...will you stop teasing me a-already?!" He practically pleaded to it; acknowledging his request it pushed itself further into him slipping past his anus. Seigi went crossed eyed, moaning all the while his desire was given to him. The tentacle inside him slowly forced itself further into him, its girth getting wider after every inch stretching him more and more. His shaft flexed from the sensation of the appendage wiggling against his walls.

He let out a series of mewls and soft murrs loving the sensations spreading through his lower body. The tentacle hit an exceptionally sensitive spot within making his eyes roll as he let out a silent moan. The limb pressed hard against it and didn't let up, causing his cock to throb as it shifted in him; pre cum spurting from the tip of is length into a growing small puddle underneath him.

He couldn't really pay attention to the arms curling around his legs and arms lifting him in the air but even if he did, he wouldn't have cared much. He was just too lost in the delight as the limb in his rear began to thrust into him. He didn't know which he liked more: the tentacle buried deep in his rear or the one pumping his shaft. It didn't take long for him to notice one of the arms rubbing up his chest, getting ever so closer to his mouth.

Unconsciously, when it touched his lips he opened his mouth wide letting it slide inside; suckling on it like the nipple to a milk bottle. Letting his head roll back focusing on the sparks of satisfaction rid up and down his spine; it, indubitably, felt better than he could have imagined to be pleasured like this. It only made it better when his knot, begin to swell up while the limb around his shaft continued to rub up and down against it.

Each moment that passed he could feel the tendril in his ass burrowing deeper, touching places inside him that made his body quiver and his sore anus clench down around it. He was dancing on the edge of release as the blue limb squeezed his hard knot then strangely loosened itself, until it was off. Using what little light was left from the almost fully used torch, Seigi lifted his head as best he could and saw where the arm had gone too.

It was hovering just centimeters from the head of his cock; the tip of the tentacle opened and before he could react it swallowed his shaft whole, knot and all. He expected to feel sharp teeth inside of it, but to his delight that wasn't true. Breathing hard, he felt something like soft ridges pressing against his manhood. It looked kind of odd though, seeing the tentacle acting as a cover around his length, tightening around the entirety of it.

He hadn't noticed how translucent the tentacles were until then. He could still see the pink of his manhood inside of the limb, though it couldn't make out anything that resembled the ridges he felt surrounding his shaft. His sight didn't last long however. The ridges not only began to vibrate faster than any toy he owned, it constricted his dick harder than ever while it began pumping itself faster, and more erratically as if it was desperate for him to shoot his load.

His vision immediately went double then burred as he let loose the longest, loudest moan of his life. Seigi clutched at anything he could, but only got air as he began having mini spasms. The tentacle in his rear writhed and twisted itself as it thrusted into him harder and faster.

The pressure building up in his crotch felt like it was being held back until cum exploded from his cock; rope after hot white rope was seemingly swallowed up by the limb on his shaft. It didn't help any; the pleasure in him didn't subside after his climax ended. In fact, he didn't receive the satisfaction of release at all.

By then the torch was out and the room was dark once more, but his muffled moans filled the air. He didn't know how long he was there. It could have been hours after he first came into this place but he hadn't bothered to keep track of time. Hell, he hadn't even kept track of how many times he came for that matter. All he knew was that each time he came it didn't give him the gratification he sought for.

His body shook again as he let loose another load of his seed and at last he felt the height of his pleasure reached as he went limb in the tentacle's hold. Slowly and carefully they set him down on the ground and retracted from his body; he couldn't help letting out a soft groan as the one nestled in his rear slipped free. Only a few stayed with him, curling up on him as if to keep him safe.

He didn't have much energy in him after what he had gone through. It didn't stop him, though, from wearily lifting a hand up, trying to make a flame to see where the other blue arms had gone too before he passed out.

Gradually coming to, Seigi felt something was amiss. Hadn't he gone to sleep on rock? If so then why was what he was on so soft? Opening his eyes he stared up at the night sky. Sitting up, he found himself alone on the beach.

'Was it all a dream?' Was the first thing that popped into his groggy mind. He would have believed too if it hadn't been from the soreness coming from his rump and an odd taste left in his mouth. A grin spread across his face when he realized what had happened hadn't been a dream at all. Grunting as he carefully got onto his feet he made his way back to his car, thinking about the incident in the cave. He paused though on his trek back, when the image of the last thing he saw came to mind.

The last painting of the story; the villagers that gave themselves to the sea god were standing on the edge of a cliff with outstretched arms. They seemed to be, in the picture, pushing the raging waves away as if they could control the water.

'Could my blood line be connected to one of them? If that was the case that could explain my powers,' Looking back, he stared out at the ocean; his grin wider than ever. 'All I know is that I'm going to be going back to that cave to find out the answers...and for something else too.'

He couldn't help but chuckle, almost assumed thinking of something else. If the story was true and the god mentioned in it had lived in the cave, then did he just have sex with a god? Turning around he continued making his way to his car until something else hit him.

"Wait a minute. . .what happened to my trunks?!?"