The couple woke, early morning, as daylight was breaking outside. Anya sat up and looked out of the window. The lake looked beautiful in the early morning glow. The water so calm, there was hardly a ripple. There were a couple of small boats anchored to the shore, just out of reach of the glistening water. “You OK babe?” Daz lazily asked. “Mmmm yes baby, doesn’t the lake look beautiful this morning?” She rhetorically responded. “Um, yeah, I guess.” Daz replied not moving from his prostrate position. Anya nudged him in playful frustration and the pair giggled before she laid down once more. With one leg bent at the knee, out of the covers, Anya lay on her back, smiling while her hand rested on Daz’s thigh, gently stroking his skin. Daz looked at Anya, saw how beautiful she looked and how sexy her leg looked out of the covers, showing her soft skin. She could see the way he was looking at her and felt the warmth of their mutual attraction for one another. “Mmmmm, baby, I need coffee!” Anya exclaimed. “Oh yes, so do I babe.” Daz replied and offered to make the pair a hot drink but Anya shook her head and said that she would make it. Anya rose from the bed naked before putting on an oversize shirt, smiling at her man and disappearing out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen. As she entered the kitchen, the low sunrise blasted through the window, lighting her up as she walked towards the coffee machine. Anya grabbed 2 mugs and started preparing the drinks. The machine was grinding the coffee she moved to the lounge to look out of the window towards the lake. As she gazed out of the window she could see movement in the lake. It was around 50 feet from the shoreline. A bubbling, swirling in the water, it was mesmerizing. Anya stared intently and she could start to make out the glimmering, shimmering light again. It sent sparks straight to the most sensual places on her body and her reaction was to slide her hand across her waist and immediately down to her clit. All she could do was stare at the lake and massage her clit so perfectly. The coffee machine whirred and rocked in the background as it made the coffee. Anya stood, staring out of the window, hypnotized by the movement in the lake. The sensual, erotic, arousing movement as her fingers danced across her swollen, soaking clit. Her movement quickened as she was being controlled by the lake. Sending her signals, messages to pleasure herself, how good it felt. Then sending her the vision of her in the lake, with the thing swimming by her, brushing her skin, legs, feet, intensifying with every touch until she would succumb to the lake induced orgasm. It crashed through her so perfectly, making her whole body light up, she felt like she was floating as the waves, pulses, bullets of pleasure hit her. When it had eventually died down she slowed her touch and withdrew her fingers. Glistening with her liquid she raised her fingers to her lips and slid them inside her mouth, taking in every last drop. “Wow! Um, I made the coffee.” Daz leaned against in the doorway in awe of the vision before him, coffee in hand. “You liked that?” She replied smiling. That was her natural reaction. Inside she was so embarrassed but outside she was oozing sexuality, Anya liked that side of her. “You standing in the lounge doing that? It was amazing, you look incredible” He grinned. “Its what I do first thing.” She joked as she turned to look out of the window again, trying to hide her lust for whatever controlled her for the last 5 minutes. The swirling, glowing bubbling part of the lake was gone, once again, the water was still. “Same time tomorrow then?” He smiled back and handed Anya her coffee as she walked towards him. Anya was burning inside with a lust she had never felt before. Why was she feeling like this? Why was she obsessed with the lake? what was in that lake? Her inquisitive mind wanted to find out but her sensible mind took over and she reminded herself of what Daz had said; “Just go with it!” It was becoming her mantra!   “So, what do you want to do today?” Anya asked as they both entered the kitchen. “Well, I have a shift at the bar later but we have the day to spend around the village if you’d like?” Daz replied. “Ok, lets freshen up and we can go get breakfast?” Anya decided and Daz agreed with a grin and a nod. When they had finished their coffee, Anya disappeared to the bathroom and showered. The water was hot as she stood under the jets raining down on her. Again the feelings returned and she immediately felt turned on. Anya’s hands started to slide over her breasts, across her solid nipples and her eyes closed. She exhaled a long, heavy breath as the tingle started in her stomach. At that moment, Daz tapped on the door. Anya gasped, her body throbbing, aching with lust. “Babe, do you want another coffee?” He asked from behind the door. “Um, yes please, I would love that.” She replied. This brought Anya to her senses and she resisted with everything she had, the urge to touch herself, to orgasm once more. After washing her body she stepped out, her being still reeling from the feelings of pleasure. She desperately wanted to give her body what it craved but she had to stop this. She was turning to a sex crazed nymphomaniac! Anya walked to the bedroom with a towel around her. She opened her wardrobe and chose an outfit to wear for the day. It was now starting to become overcast and Anya chose jeans and a T-shirt before laying them on the bed. Her gaze went to the window. As she looked out there was the swirling, glowing, bubbling area of the lake in front of her. She gasped as the feelings returned and immediately turned her head away, closing her eyes. When she looked again, it had disappeared, the lake was still. “What the fuck is happening to me?” She asked herself as she sat on the edge of the bed. After dressing and Daz had showered, the pair finished their coffee and headed out. It was still overcast and it would start to rain soon so Anya grabbed her coat. They headed for Daz’s house so he could change into fresh clothes and grab his raincoat. His house was set back from the lake, other identical houses surrounded it so there was no view of the lake. In her mind Anya was frustrated by this but did not understand why. It was a small house, tidy but cozy. “OK, make yourself at home, give me 10 minutes.” Daz said as he leaned over and kissed Anya. She smiled and nodded as he disappeared to change clothes. Anya looked around. There were paintings on the walls, they looked like they were of the village until Anya discovered a painting of the lake. It was mesmerizing, it drew Anya in. Once it had tempted her, Anya saw the painting start to come to life, the image started to move. The painting was of the jetty stretching out into the lake. The ripples of the water in the painting started to move. Then the image of someone walking to the end of the jetty, just like she had on her first day here. The figure stepped off the end of the jetty and at that point Daz returned. “Ready?” He said grabbing his coat, “Anya, you ok?” He continued. Anya snapped out of her trance. “Yeah, ur, yeah I’m good. Actually, do you know who painted all these?” She asked as she pointed to the paintings all over the walls. “Um, yeah, they were painted by a good friend. They, um, left the village about a year ago, left the paintings with me.” He replied in a more somber mood. “C’mon, lets go.” He said as he opened the front door. Anya quietly left the house and the pair walked back into the village. The day was spent wandering, hugging, kissing. Hey walked up into the woods on the hillside as the rain started and they found a sheltered spot. “My feet are wet!” Anya announced as they looked out over the village and the lake. It was misty from the rain, which wasn’t heavy, it was more of a fine, cloudy rain that causes a haze. Daz smiled. “Mmmmmm I love a wet foot.” He laughed. Anya lifted up her foot and pulled off her shoe to shoe him her sole. She bit her bottom lip as she smiled a mischievous, naughty smile. She loved the feeling of teasing him with what he craved. Daz immediately reached down to run his hand over her smooth, damp sole. Her skin was incredibly soft. “Mmmmm, it feels perfect.” He told her as he leaned in for a passionate kiss. Anya pulled away. “Ooh, hang on, I will lose my balance.” She laughed as she scrambled her shoe back on before she fell. “Come here.” He said once the shoe had been secured on her foot and they kissed a deep, passionate kiss. As a faint rumble of thunder echoed all around them, they broke their kiss. “Can we go down to the lakeside?” Anya whispered, their faces inches from each other as she looked deep into his eyes. “Yeah, ok.” He replied, obviously in a reluctant tone but Anya hadn’t been able to get the thought of sitting by the lake out of her head all day. Excitedly she grabbed his hand and pulled him back onto the path heading down the hill to the village. As they walked to the village, the thunderstorm had moved closer. There were sporadic flashes of bright white lightning and rumbles a few seconds later. As they reached the lakeside Anya felt disappointed that she couldn’t see across the lake because of the mist caused by the rain. Her gaze found the jetty and she jumped right back to the painting at Daz’s house. She stared at the jetty for a few seconds, thinking of the painting. Daz stood watching her. He was fidgety, on edge. “Babe, I have to start my shift soon. Be careful and go home won’t you.” He said hesitantly. “You ok? You seem on edge, whats wrong babe?” She asked him. “Um, nothing, I, just, don’t like the thunder and lightning.” He lied. “Ah, my baby is still frightened of the thunder and lightning?” She replied in a playful, child like tone. “Ha, yeah, that’s it, sorry.” He said awkwardly. He didn’t want her here, he wanted to take her away, to safety. She had already experienced the lake, and she liked it. Was she strong enough? He couldn’t leave her here to go to work. “Come on, lets go out on the jetty.” Anya said with a smile and started walking onto the wooden structure. “Anya, no, come back, please.” Daz pleaded as he started to follow her. As the shore under the jetty disappeared and there was only water, Anya started to see the shimmering in the lake once more and smiled as she felt her arousal grow. “Look, can you see that?” She said as she pointed to the shimmering. “No, I can’t. Anya please, come back here. Its not safe.” He pleaded once more but Anya didn’t hear any of that. Anya then stopped, stood still, silent, staring out into the fast expanse of calm water. Her shoulder slouched. Daz could hear an exhale of breath. Through the wooden slats in the jetty, two thin, dark grey tendrils appeared between her feet. Daz’s mouth opened in shock, he froze. Anya slowly turned to face him. Her mouth slightly open, eyes closed. The 2 shiny tendrils then curled around the side of her shoes and slid in, around the arches of her feet. Anya moaned, Daz was frozen in awe. His will broken by seeing those 2 things sliding into her shoes. Anya then flicked off her shoes, showing her perfect bare feet. Daz found Anya’s feet extremely pretty, but looking down, he noticed that at some point she had painted her nails black, this sent another level of arousal through him but as she scrunched her toes in obviously pleasure, the feeling of intense jealousy and feeling of loss washed over him. Then Anya’s head started to swing and move hypnotically and her hands slowly rose to the zip on her coat before pulling it down and letting it slip off of her arms onto the floor. Anya was mesmerized, the feeling of utter relaxation and pleasure was sweeping her body. The tendrils danced over the skin of her soft feet and the shower if beautiful sparks shot all over her. It was the perfect feeling. She no longer thought of why she came here, she just wanted the pleasure. Subliminally, she was being told to remove her shoes, so she did. To remove her coat, so she did, to remove her top……. Daz watched Anya succumb to the tendrils before noticing a bigger, thicker tentacle emerge from the water with a gurgling, moaning sound. “Not again!” Daz shouted and reached out to grab Anya’s wrist. He pulled her away and turned, holding her arm to run towards the lakeshore. Anya felt a jolt and sprung out of her erotic trance. “No, Daz, wait. It so good, I feel so good.” She said as the pair ran. Anya turned to see if it was following her. Her heart sank when she realized it wasn’t but watched as the tendrils and thicker tentacle pulled her shoes and her coat into the lake and disappeared back through the wooden slats.   Daz and Anya reached the shoreline, both breathing heavily. “I can’t let anything happen to you Anya” He looked into her eyes. “Um, what do you mean? What’s going on?” She replied, confused, groggy, still somewhat aroused. “That thing that was attacking you. It wants to turn you, wants to penetrate your mind, and somewhere else. It will make you feel amazing. Make you its slave, it will have you when it wants you.” He explained. Anya smiled, almost giggled. “What’s not to like about that Daz?” She half joked back. That thought did seem very appealing right now. “Babe, I am not joking.” He replied sternly. Anya had to suppress her smile. The pair walked briskly back to Anya’s house. Her barefeet felt surprisingly comfortable on the rain soaked path. “Baby, I’ve lost a pair of shoes and a coat!” Anya remarked. “I’m glad that’s all you have lost babe.” Daz replied concerned. “How do you know so much about the things in the lake?” She asked him “Because it happened to me before. Well, not me, but my last girlfriend. She was experiencing the same as you but I couldn’t save her.” He explained. “Oh no, what happened to her?” Anya enquired. “Honestly, I don’t know. She was in the village for a while, I saw her every day, but it was not her. Then she left, I think.” He continued. “That won’t happen to me baby, don’t worry.” Anya reassured him as they reached her house. “Go inside, dry off, grab a shower. Lock the door. OK? I need to get to work baby.” Daz held her and said. When she nodded in agreement he pulled their wet body’s together and held her tight. She immediately wrapped her arms around him. This was a wake up call that she needed to snap her out of this spiralling situation. “I gotta go, bye baby.” Daz said as he turned and left her. She opened up her door and walked inside. Heading straight for the bathroom, she took off her soaking wet clothes and started the shower. It wasn’t long before the bathroom was full of hot steam and Anya closed the door. As she slipped her naked body into the hot spray, she was immediately taken back to the feeling she had on the jetty. She looked down at her black toed feet and remembered the tendrils dancing across them, sending sparks across her body. Her eyes closed as her hands started sliding over her body. One hand cupped her breast and her fingers caressed her already hard nipple. The other hand slid over her stomach and down to her pussy. Her finger slipped between her lips and found her clit. It was like a shock of pleasure through her. So much that her legs nearly buckled. “Fuck, this is so wrong. I shouldn’t be doing this” She whispered to herself. “But it can’t hurt if its just my thoughts right?” She tried to get justification from herself. She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes. The tendrils were still there, now wrapping themselves around her calves. Her mind then drifted to the bigger, thicker tentacle that appeared and she imagined what that was going to do. Anya’s mind raced at a million miles an hour as all thoughts of the tentacle fucking her consumed her mind. Her imagination made that thing fill her, slide so effortlessly in and out of her before making her cum so hard that she did, finally collapse in the shower. Anya’s moans were loud, so erotic as she sat on the floor of the shower, hand still between her legs, trying to catch her breath, her breathing so heavy. It was becoming more and more intense. After around 5 minutes of Anya trying to compose herself in the shower she emerged clean and feeling amazing. She wrapped the towel around her and walked out of the bathroom and across to her bedroom. As she looked out of the slightly open window, Anya could see that the view of the lake was still misted by the rain that was falling, she couldn’t see past the shoreline so turned to her bed. Anya’s towel dropped to the floor and she crawled onto her bed before collapsing onto her stomach. One leg was bent at the knee, her other foot hanging off the side of the bed, her perfect sole facing up. Her naked body relaxed as she fell into a deep, deep sleep.