The raider shouted blasphemies into the sky, cursing the gods as sickness pulsed through his injured arm. Leif was a great warrior, and had won many battles, including the one that had left him with a small cut on his left forearm. But the wound refused to heal right, despite his cleansing ministrations. The slash festered into something stinking and debilitating, as a terrible fever overwhelmed his sturdy constitution. Despite the best restorative efforts of his village's elder, the viking man soon fell into a sustained delirium.
Leif's sickness-induced derangement was not peaceful. He slept poorly and infrequently, his nights filled with restless prowling as he recounted old legends of diabolical nature. As the warrior's illness progressed, his remaining strength was focused on conducting debased rituals in secret. Progressively more valuable sacrifices were offered to the roaring sea at auspicious hours. Riches at first, then his prized spears, and soon, the most fattened livestock the viking could manage to steal. After a time, the languishing man became convinced that his efforts had borne a response.
The full moon illuminated a great turbulence in the cold sea below. Leif's fever was so bad, he could not feel the frigid, briny wind ripping across his haggard frame. He waited on the beaches edge, cold water pooling under his feet, the sand glowing under the brilliant moonlight. The shaking man felt a presence before a disturbance crest above the crashing waves. A humanoid figure pierced above the surf, with pale, blue-green skin, and slimy tendrils for hair. It had a lithe, twisting frame, and clutched a glowing staff in its clawed hand. A feminine, intoxicating voice pierced through the roar of the sea with crystal clarity, "You called, and I came. I did not know there were any among your people that remembered the rituals of parley with the Depths."
The awestruck northerner responded, his voice hoarse and cracking from febrility, "This blight isn't fair. I can do so much more, I feel it in my bones. Take this sickness away, and earn my loyalty. I have already given you all I have." The inhuman voice of the sea witch responded seamlessly, "No, you have one last thing left to offer me, besides service. Bring me a final tribute, while you still have the strength to manage it. You don't have long." Leif collapsed to his knees in despair, as the brackish hag's meaning became instantly clear to him.
Hilda slept soundlessly, as her captor-turned-husband stood over her bedside. She had been the most prized loot of his long career of seaborne reaving. A woman of sparkling beauty, her effervescence lifted his soul. She had borne the progress of his infirmity poorly, as his death would leave her future in tenuous jeopardy. However, a greater threat currently loomed near, as Leif questioned his resolve to proceed. A rare clarity entered his consciousness, as Leif began to doubt his commitment to the infernal transaction. But, when Hilda awoke and yelled aloud upon seeing the leering countenance of her tormented husband, Leif acted on instinct and stifled her cries.
Despite his advancing condition, the hulking viking was able to bear his squirming thrall-wife to the seaside with determined intensity. Rasping and coughing from the effort, Leif bore his struggling partner in the thick sleeping furs he had bundled her in. As he approached the edge of the beach, the sea witch appeared above the waves yet again. The humanoid creature languidly swam towards them, the ocean hag's appearance coming into greater clarity as Leif began to regret his terrible actions, but did not dare retreat. The briny crone was larger than she appeared at first, as below the waist she concealed a mass of squirming tentacles. The octopodal enchantress had eight, slimy, tentacular extensions, each bearing hundreds of quivering suckers. She wore nothing but a few strands of artfully arranged kelp, which barely concealed her odd, slimy flesh.
The sea witch extended her undulating tentacles towards Hilda with trembling anticipation. Leif nearly stopped the malevolent creature as she deftly plucked Hilda out from her fur bindings, and dragged his wife kicking and screaming into the brackish waters. But, the painful throbbing of his infected arm sapped his resolve, as he simply collapsed and witnessed the horrifying proceedings. The sea witch's tentacles coiled around the struggling woman, as Hilda thrashed and kicked, trying to break free of her captor. Leif heard the faint splash of his wife being submerged below the surface, as the sea witch held Hilda down. Then, the viking heard the soft splashing and slurping noises of the hag's suckers eagerly enveloping his wife.
As Hilda screamed and struggled, her wails were muted by the enveloping tentacles of the horrid sea witch and Leif could only hear her frantic panting and gurgling. The viking man watched helplessly as the sea witch tightly bundled his wife in her writhing tendrils, like a spider wrapping up a trapped insect. Hilda's muffled shrieks became increasingly desperate as the sea witch continued to draw her closer, the uncompromising hag contorting Leif's petite wife until she was forced to curl into a tight fetal position. "I'm sorry, my love," Leif whispered to Hilda, as he sat back on the sandy shore with a pained expression on his face. He knew she couldn't hear him, but he hoped she would somehow understand.
The cruel, watery huntress raised her captive above the surf, forcing Leif to witness his beloved wife being roughly kneaded and squeezed by the sea witch's powerful tentacles. The female sea demon was not gentle, as she twisted and manipulated Hilda's slender form into a denigrating, compacted configuration. The depraved creature seemed to be using Hilda as a writhing toy, her suckers and tendrils teasing the young woman's supple body. The sea witch was clearly enjoying herself, as her tentacles explored every nook and cranny of Hilda's voluptuous form. Hilda's cries rose in intensity as her tightly curled frame began to sink into the fleshy center of the watery witch's embrace.
The horrified viking man watched as the succulent, supple curves of Hilda's body were slowly enveloped into the quivering, rubbery flesh of the sea hag's webbed underside. Hilda's flailing limbs became stilled as the sea witch's sucker-covered limbs wrapped around her captive. The viking man's eyes widened in horror as he saw the sea hag's tentacle-draped maw open wide, revealing a hideously gaping, toothless beak. The octopus woman's hard beak was straining around Hilda's shapely posterior, as the watery witch flexed and undulated her boneless, rubbery form around her prey. The voracious hag's lurching tentacles had to strain with effort to hold her victim still, as she slowly coaxed Hilda into the obscene, gaping maw.
"Nooooo!" Leif yelled in anguish, as the sea witch opened her mouth wide enough to fit her captive. The sickening sight of Hilda being drawn inexorably inside the sea hag's tight, slimy maw, only made him angrier. But as the viking watched in abject despair, the sea witch took perverse delight in devouring of his beautiful wife with a slow, sensual movement of her rubbery body. Her tentacles fondled Hilda's breasts and head, as the watery witch worked her way up the woman's body. The creature's body soon began to bulge and swell around Hilda, as the octopus woman's flexible frame gradually enveloped around the smaller woman.
The sea witch then began to twist and jostle Hilda with her tentacles, making sure the feisty sacrifice continued smoothly gliding into her yawning beak. Hilda's arms and legs were held tight against her sides, as she was manipulated into the sea witch's gullet. The sea hag's beaked maw opened wide, as the cruel enchantress bade Leif to witness his wife's fate. The viking man watched helplessly as the gaping orifice of the sea witch's maw shuddered around Hilda's head and breasts. With a wet, squishing sound, the octopodal creature's saliva coated Hilda's face, as she was pushed deeper into the watery witch's clenching stomach. The horrid creature seemed proud and triumphant as she displayed the slimy visage of her conquered victim.
But the viking man's eyes were fixed on his beloved wife's face, as she disappeared between the sea hag's gaping beak. As the hag's maw closed around Hilda, the woman's head squeezed up and reappeared for a moment, as Leif watched his wife's horrified eyes look back at him. Then, the sea witch sealed her chitinous beak shut with a wet smacking sound, as Hilda was firmly squeezed down, the wriggling woman slowly nestling into the predator's belly. The viking man felt his heart freeze, as the sea witch's body bulged and rippled around his wife in a disgusting display of bestial carnality. He realized that the cruel enchantress was enjoying his wife's humiliation as she continued to squirm and writhe within the stretchy confine's of the octopus woman's stomach.
Leif could only watch the ravenous sea witch with morbid fascination, as the octopus woman's body quivered and undulated in a slow, sensual dance around the distinctive outline of his wife's hips. The sea witch seemed to be enjoying the sensation of Hilda's firm, smooth silhouette pressing out from within malleable folds of her rubbery skin. As the viking's mind raced with questions and doubts, the sea witch raised her inhuman, tendril-shrouded face, and regarded Leif with a wicked smile.
"Alright, it's time for your reward," the briny hag said, as she waded over to the shore. The viking man collapsed back in shock, as the cephalopod woman heaved her bloated form onto the dry sand. Then, the overfed creature spread out across Leif's chest and abdomen, as her many tentacles slithered across his feverish body. The viking man was powerless to resist, as the octopodal monster started to tease and caress him with her many slimy appendages. Leif could only lay there and accept his fate, as the unearthly creature slowly and sensually probed every nook and cranny of his body, heaving particular attention around his septic arm.
The sea witch's long, rubbery tentacles slid up and down his sweaty body, making Leif's muscles tense up in agony. His feverish mind was flooded with thoughts of his loving Hilda, as he was taken into the creature's clutches. He could hear her muffled moans, and even feel her struggles through the octopus woman's thin, yielding skin. The viking man was ready to be killed by this horrible sea creature he had summoned. All he wanted was for this horrible experience to be over. But, the sea witch had other plans for him, as she slowly rolled her sucking tentacles across the wound, which began to tingle with unexpected warmth.
As Leif lay on the beach, the sea witch's probing appendages gently massaged the area around his infected arm. He was too weak to resist, as she applied more and more pressure, as if her tentacles were capable of healing his injuries. The odd sensation intensified, as even in his dazed state, Leif could detect that the strange sensations were actually beginning to heal the damage in his arm. He was confused and bewildered, as he felt his arm being restored, as though his infection were being purged from his body. At first, Leif was elated, but his body began to twitch and convulse painfully. As the magical process continued unabated, scales and gills sprouted up all over Leif's body, as his feverish mind reeled at the bizarre transformation taking place.
"What is happening to me?" Leif demanded, as he tried to move away from the sea witch's probing tentacles. "I am making you an effective servant to my needs. You shall serve me greatly, my dear champion, but not in your current form." "What do you mean? What have you done to me?" Leif asked, as the viking man struggled against the sea witch's tentacles, which seemed to be growing stronger. The watery witch appeared to be pleased with Leif's efforts to fight back, as she gave him an assertive slap across his gill-bearing chest with her tentacle.
"You have been reborn into a new form, a hybrid creature of water and earth. Your transformation is complete," the sea witch stated, as she dragged him into the watery depths, his eyes instantly adjusting to the murky, green-tinged light. His arm felt fantastic, better than ever, as he looked at it, and realized it now resembled a crab's claw. As the sea witch dragged him deeper into the ocean, he realized they were approaching the abyssal plain of the dark and murky ocean floor.
He could see the ruins of a sunken city all around him, as the sea witch spoke to him effortlessly underwater "My name is Scylla. These are the ruins of my once proud and powerful people. But, the dark magic we harnessed led to our seeming downfall. But the majesty of my coven endures, though I am the last of my ilk. You must have questions now, champion. Make them quick, as we must proceed with further... alterations of your form."