In the guest house cellar the creature squirmed, pulsated and started to moan deeply. As it moved, the wet, slithery sounds of its tentacles sliding against each other started to become louder. One tentacle moved the wooden lid of the tomb and it started to edge closer to falling onto the floor. Closer and closer until eventually, the flimsy wooden lid fell off of the casket. This monster was laying in its tomb, in a pool of its own fluid. Oozing, popping, slurping groaning as it came to life once more. Its deep, heavy breathing mirrored by the rhythmic movement of its body. It had found “the one” and she had done just as it had asked her. It was the first step to completely consuming her into its world. “Mmmm, you look amazing!” Daz exclaimed as he entered the apartment. “I got coffee and croissants, hope that’s ok baby?” he finished. “Thank you baby, I feel really good and croissants are perfect.” She smiled as Daz bent down to kiss her full on her lips. “I would like to take a walk into the old town today if that’s good with you?” Anya asked as she looked into the mirror while fixing her hair. “Of course, any particular reason?” Daz replied as he took a sip from his coffee cup. “I am just intrigued and really interested in the history of the town and It would be perfect to walk hand in hand with my perfect man.” She grinned as she explained her reasons. The real reason was that she felt compelled to visit the old town. There was something pulling her, a need to visit the ancient fishing town and all it had to offer. Still burning with a massive sexual desire, Anya threw her arms around her man, just the feeling of the touch was nearly too much. Why was she feeling this way? It couldn’t have been the dream. She had plenty of erotic dreams in the past and never woke feeling like this. Anya had decided that today, she would wear a vest top with a sarong. She knew Daz was a complete sucker for a sarong and openly said she looked amazing in this. With sandals adorning her perfect feet, she was ready. Sure enough, Daz’s eyes widened at the sight of his girl. A broad smile was etched across his face. “You look beautiful.” He beamed as he slid his arm around her waist. The couple enjoyed their coffee and breakfast on the balcony before grabbing their sunglasses and heading out of the room. “Don’t forget the door card baby.” Anya checked. “Got it, lets go.” Daz replied. The owner of the guest house was sitting at a small desk he labelled as “Reception”. It was a quiet, sunny morning as the sunlight streamed through the open main door of the guest house. The ticking of the old clock on the wall was the only sound apart from the occasional tapping of shoes on the cobbles outside as people walked past the door. The old man was running through the reservations he had for that week when he heard a crash and a loud, wet, slap, as if fluid had been spilt. It came from below him! His head rose, staring out of the door, mouth open. “No, it cannot be.” He muttered as he tried to absorb the realisation of what was happening. The man shot up out of his seat, grabbed nails and a hammer and ran down to the cellar door. Hurriedly he started hammering nail after nail into the door and door frame. Securing the door so nothing could escape. His Spanish mutterings punctuated the bang of the hammer on the nail head. As he was hammering, the frail wooden door frame was splitting but he had to secure the door. Inside the cellar the monster was rising up, out of its concrete casket, tentacles on the floor, the tendrils working their way over to the door. It started to moan and slurp, at the same time, the man stopped hammering. He stood, arms by his side, entranced by the creature. It was communicating through the fixed door to him, burying into his mind, reprogramming him. The man continued to stare blankly as the creature worked on him. Once complete, the man smiled and nodded before turning and walking back up to his desk. Sitting back on his seat he watched and waited. Anya and Daz headed out into the bright sun. The morning was hot and the pair headed, hand in hand, towards the old town laughing and smiling as the walked took around 10 minutes. The path moving away from the modern, paved walkway to the old, cobbled, narrow streets of the historical old town. The whitewashed buildings and shuttered windows painting an enchanted picture of how this old town used to look. The narrow streets then opened up to the main square, a bustling area of small trinket shops, bars and restaurants. Each one different from the other, multicultural cuisine, handmade souvenirs and live music advertised. Although the square was bustling, it wasn’t busy. There were a few locals going about their business, tourists checking out the shops and entertainment. In the centre of the square was an open area for performances and in the corner of the square was the small, old guest house. Anya beamed as she absorbed the sights and sounds of the square. She squeezed Daz’s hand in excitement and pulled him towards the small shops where they would explore and see what they had to offer. The couple made their way around the outside of the square, occasionally diving into the little shops. Anya found a bracelet and an anklet that she would wear as soon as they left the shop. “Looks so good on you babe.” Daz smiled. “Mmmm really? How good baby? Tell me.” She replied, biting her bottom lip. “Babe, it looks damn sexy. I would take you now if I could. Repeat of last night, definitely.” He replied and the pair kissed on the lips. “Mmmmm yes please.” Anya beamed. She still felt the sensations inside. They had subsided a little but were definitely still there. As they made their way around the square, Anya could feel something. Yes, the sensations were still stirring deep within her but there was something else, something she couldn’t put her finger on. The feelings were building, what was it? It was starting to consume her thoughts. She felt a little light headed, almost high, euphoric and as they walked it was getting stronger and stronger. She could feel herself becoming wet, she felt very sensitive down there and as Daz rubbed his hand across her ass she felt on fire. It was getting worse, she wanted something. A burning desire to let go, drop her inhibitions. She felt raw, almost feral. As they took in the architecture of the square they walked past the guest house. Anya was losing control by this point. She was hot, so turned on. All she had to do was touch herself and she would explode. It was crazy. She stopped and looked into the doorway of the guest house. The man was sat at his desk, his head rose and he stared at Anya. She stared back and her mouth fell open, her hand went to her chest, brushed her breast. Then a flash in her mind, something so erotic. She was naked, she saw her face in ecstasy, in her mind she heard her moans, her screams. Then the voice.. “Anya, Anya, come here Anya.” The voice said, smoothly, erotically. She stared back at the man wantingly. The man stood up from his chair and opened his arms, inviting her in. She started to lift her foot to walk through the door, one step, then another….. “Anya, Anya, Anya baby, what are you doing?” Daz shouted which immediately jolted Anya out of her trance. “Oh, shit, baby, what was that?” She replied as he grabbed her arm. “What happened?” He said concerned. “I just completely lost it for a second. Don’t know what came over me. Totally lost myself.” Anya played down the immense significance of the incident that had just played out. She looked back and the man, still standing, was still looking at her, he raised a palm at her. She felt compelled to respond with her own palm. “I think we need to eat, you may be hungry baby.” Daz advised as the 2 found a table outside a small café. Anya would keep trying to steel a view of the guest house, to see if the old man was still there. Why did she feel like this? She wanted something, felt compelled to do something but what? Why did she want to come down here in the first place? Anya started to become scared. Not knowing why she felt like this concerned her. The pair ate lunch and when Daz had settled the bill Anya stood up. “Lets go back now, I am not liking it down here. Can we not come back to the square again, I don’t like it Daz.” She exclaimed. “Um, but, you said you wanted to come down here this morning. Baby just because you felt queezy for a minute doesn’t mean we shouldn’t come down here again.” Her replied. “Come on, lets just go, we can talk about it later.” She continued. If only he knew how she was really feeling. She realised that she would have willingly walked into that guest house, totally consumed by something. She had felt amazing. With this, Daz agreed and they left the square to walk back to the apartment. As Daz offered the door card up to the reader on the door handle, Anya grabbed his hand. He turned to face her to see her looking at him wantingly, biting her bottom lip. The door opened and the pair walked in. She still felt incredibly turned on and needed a release. The door slammed behind them and she grabbed her man, planting her lips on his before sliding her tongue deep inside his mouth. She flicked her sarong and it fell to the floor. She kicked off her sandals and lifted his t shirt up over his head and dropped it to the floor as their kiss broke for a second. She took no time to remove his belt and slide his shirts, with his underwear down to the ground. She could see how big he was. Anya then walked over to the bed and put one knee on the edge, then the other, showing Daz her perfect ass. Daz had not ever seen her like this before and was even more surprised that she started to pull her panties over her ass and down her legs before flicking them off of her perfect feet, soles gazing up at him. “Fuck me Daz. Fuck me hard.” She exclaimed in a moan. He could see her glistening, engorged, soaking pussy and wanted it. Moving up behind her he leaned down, took her feet in both hands, drifted up her calves, her thighs until he reached her ass, perfect in his hands. He drew closer and closer. Anya faced the window and gazed out as Daz slid deep into her. She moaned gloriously and closed her eyes to take every bit of him in.  He started slowly, sliding in and out, pushing deep and deeper into her each time before speeding up.  Anya could feel him filling her as her hand went to her nipple and squeezed. The pleasure was unbelievable. She opened her eyes, looking out of the window she could see the old town, the mystical, compelling old town and smiled before closing her eyes again, moaning. Daz responded. “Fuck you sound amazing, so fucking amazing.” He moaned. Anya opened her eyes again. This time she saw a figure in the balcony, naked but dark, like a silhouette beckoning her. Daz kept fucking her so hard, so deep. Instinctively she extended her hand to the figure, reaching out. It started to move forward. She felt like she was about to cum hard as Daz kept filling her with his hard cock, holding her hips or rubbing her back as he did. The figure was standing in front of Anya, it extended its hands onto her head, then she saw something coming out of it. Wet, writhing, slimy. The figure held her head, she was on the verge of exploding on Daz’s cock as the tendril wriggled towards Anya’s lips. She licked them in anticipation before she was passed the point of no return. It slithered and slathered its way into Anya’s mouth as she wrapped her tongue around it. It tasted amazing, she drank the flavour in and her mind was racing, descending into somewhere else so far from this apartment. It started to work its way into Anya’s mind. Again, she saw the flashes, erotic, sensual flashes. Her dream flashed before her, the compulsion to give herself to something. Daz kept fucking Anya hard and she could hold on no longer. Suddenly the vision of the figure, the tendril in her mouth disappeared. She could see herself being taken as she was pushed over the edge and head long into a massive orgasm. Daz could feel her muscles contracting and pulsing on his cock as he kept pumping. Together with her sensual, sexual moans this triggered his own massive orgasm as he twitched and pulsed inside her before the pair once again, collapsed on the bed. Spent and gasping, the pair held hands on the bed. Drinking in the amazing glow from each other. But Anya’s mind was racing. What was happening to her? First the dream, then the experience in the square, then the vision she had while making love. Something was happening to her, she felt incredible when these things were happening but she knew she shouldn’t. Anya closed her eyes, hoping she would have a similar dream to the previous night.