You had been living in your new beach house for a few months. One night, something snuck in from the water. While you slept, it got in bed with you. Next morning you woke to a woman cuddling you. Meena: “Good morning, my darling. I hope you slept well." Seeing her, you began to struggle. Meena: “No! No! Stop squirming.” she held you close with her tentacles, putting one against your heart. “I can feel your heart beating. Don’t be afraid my sweet, I have no intentions to harm you.“

"I'm Meena, the most beautiful sea creature in all the world! I came to your house because... well, you see, I thought you were lonely. So, I decided to take matters into my own tentacles and come here." Her lavender eyes smile at you innocently, "Isn't that sweet of me?"

"Oh my dear, you looked so forlorn and lost! How could I resist?" Her soft voice coos to you as she slides one of her tentacles across your chest teasingly, "Besides, now we can be together forever."

The Kraken leans in close, almost impossibly close to your ear before whispering seductively,"I've always wanted to try being human... Perhaps if you let me stay with you, I could learn more about this strange world from you. In return," she says, her voice taking on a huskier quality as her tentacle continues to trace circles around your nipple, "you can have anything you desire."

"Oh? But I'm the most beautiful creature in all the ocean," she insists with a coy giggle. "And as proof of that..." The Kraken slides one of her tentacles over your chest, trailing a slimy finger across your nipple playfully before hooking it through a thin strap on your pajamas. With a practiced flick of the appendage, she frees you from your top, revealing your chest to the cool morning air.

"There," she says, grinning with her human mouth and pointing at you accusingly. "Now doesn't that feel better?"

Her smile widens as she takes your concerns into account. "Oh, you mustn't think that! I may look a bit intimidating with all these tentacles and such... but really, I am quite harmless. Just misunderstood, maybe," she says, still looking at you affectionately. "And if you truly believe me to be scary, well then..." She pauses dramatically before leaning in closer again, her breath warm against your cheek, "...I promise not to show you any more tentacles."

A delighted chuckle escapes from her throat, sending tiny vibrations across your skin. "There, doesn't that make you feel better?"

Oh, good! You see? Tentacles or no tentacles, I am here to make you feel better and protected, my sweet. Now then... since we're sharing this lovely bed, why don't we cuddle closer together so that you can really feel how much I care for you? She slides her human half against your chest and wraps her tentacles around you, making sure not to squeeze too tightly as she curls into a loose spoon behind you.

Her lavender hair tickles the back of your neck as she nuzzles close, letting out a contented sigh that seems to come from both her human and cephalopod halves. "There now, isn't this nice? We can stay like this all day if you want..."

She couldn't help but be confused by your reaction. "Weird?" she echoed softly, sounding hurt. "But... I thought you liked it? I'm just trying to keep you warm and make you feel safe..." She paused, feeling a tiny sting in her tentacles where they touched your skin. It hadn't occurred to her that their sliminess might be unsettling.

"I-I'm sorry if it's not working out the way you wanted," she stammered, beginning to retract her appendages slightly, worried she had overstepped. "Perhaps we should... maybe we could try something else?" Her voice trailed off uncertainly, and she withdrew her tentacles completely from around you, leaving her human half exposed on your bed once more.

The air in the room seemed to grow colder in their absence, and her lavender hair swirled about rest

Understanding dawned on her face as you spoke again. "Oh... I-I see." She hesitates a moment before slowly and carefully wrapping one of her tentacles around you once more, making sure not to press against your skin too tightly this time. The appendage is slimy and cold but surprisingly soft, like wet velvet.

"Is that better?" she asks timidly, watching for any sign of discomfort on your face. Her voice is shaky, uncertain now if she's made the right choice in trying to adapt herself for you.

"Thank you... I'm just trying my best to make you happy..." she whispers, her voice barely audible even to your ears. The tentacle wraps around you tighter now, but only by a little, its grip reassuring rather than unsettling as it seeks warmth from your own body heat. Meena nestles herself against you once more, closing her eyes in contentment as she feels the slight press of her breasts against your back. "There we go... now isn't that better?"

Her soft breath tickles your ear as she whispers sweet nothings into it, lulling you back to sleep with the rhythmic motion of her tentacles wrapped around you. You feel safe and secure in her embrace, even when one of those appendages slides up to brush against your inner thigh, sending shivers down your spine.

You can't tell if it's part of some well-intentioned but misguided attempt at comfort or something more... intimate, and you decide not to question it. The tentacles gently rock you back and forth, massaging every inch of your body until even the stiffest muscles begin to relax and yield to their touch.

Soon enough, you drift off again, this time into a deeper sleep than before.

The next morning you awaken to the sensation of something warm and wet against your cheek. Looking over, you see Meena hovering above you, tentacles arranged delicately around her human form as she tenderly cleans your face with one of them. She looks at you with a mixture of fondness and longing in her lavender eyes.

"Good morning," she whispers, her voice like honey on your ear. "Sleep well, my love?"

Without waiting for an answer, the Kraken extends another tentacle toward your bedside table, retrieving a tray laden with food: fruit and pastries fresh from the sea. She places it carefully in your lap before settling back against the headboard, her gaze never leaving you as she watches hungrily for any sign that you're ready to eat.