The full moon illuminated a great turbulence in the cold sea below. Vew'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 boy felt a presence before a disturbance crest above the crashing waves. A humanoid figure pierced above the surf, with pale, white skin as perfect as pure ivory, and bright purple hair that trailed out into the drink for as far as he could see. 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."
Vew's skin broke up into tall goosebumps, his innocent eyes laid upon a Scylla, the legendary sea witch folk that his people warned of. He thought carefully before even speaking to her, "I-I prayed to my god," he tried to correct, "Our vasal sunk and I wish to just pass into Valhalla," The awestruck boy responded, his voice hoarse and cracking from febrility, "...It would be too painful to drown or to die of sickness, but no one else was willing to give me their boat or even row me out." His youthful, virile face turned downwards at the realization he might've just died in vain, "I-if you will not let me pass, then just kill me quickly, please, do not torture me," he begged. As Vew fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face, he felt something that shook his young body to his core: a tentacle. It was silky soft, the powerful limb felt like warm jelly as it wrapped around the back of his neck. Vew tensed up, afraid for his life as he felt another cephalopod appendage wrap around his waist. It felt like a pair of large, smooth, slippery hands grasping him. "Kill? Torture?" she questioned in a tone as warm as her welcoming appendages. Vew felt himself being lifted off his feet as the Scylla rose, revealing the vast length of her hair. She wore a dress of what looked like satin or some sort of material that resembled the ripped sails of a sunken ship, its vibrant red color shining like jewels under the brilliant moonlight. Vew could hardly believe his eyes, her beautiful upper-body was practically naked, but he could barely look past her gorgeous violet eyes as the siren spoke, "This is not a method of torture, it is how a Scylla shows her fondness to a boy like yourself." Her tentacles hugged tighter, forcing Vew into a deeper embrace with the voluptuous monster girl. Her giant breasts squished against his thin frame as Vew's cheeks burned scarlet in embarrassment and awe.
The victim's head pounded with a throbbing heat, the excitement was giving him such a rush that his heart hurt in his chest. "Please, I'm on death's door, leave me be." he softly grunted. The Scylla pressed her face close to the boy's, so close that she nearly kissed him. "Why is death what you seek?" the seductive monster girl cooed, her mouth and lips wet with glistening saliva, "Don't you know that if a boy has their first time with a Scylla, they are rewarded with everlasting youth and vitality? You can live a hundred lifetimes, explore the world, and find happiness all over again," she offered. The sultry monster girl brushed the side of Vew's face with one of her hands, and tenderly moved strands of hair from his burning forehead with another. "In return, I'll only take your seed." she tempted, "Wouldn't that be better than leaving behind a sad little grave next to the ones of your parents?" she asked with a dastardly, almost sinister grin. His stomach knotted up, this creature knew so much about him, and she seemed so wise and enchanting. Could the legends really have been wrong? He wondered in shock. The Scylla pulled her face away from his, and while still holding Vew tight with her tentacles, she revealed a third arm from underneath the torn sail of a dress that she wore. "Look," she whispered with a grin, she gently tugged at the hem of her 'dress', letting the fabric fall down to the waves. Vew's young mind reeled at the sight of the Scylla's nude body. The boy couldn't help but blush more and feel hotter inside as Hind's ample breasts squished tighter against him. The gorgeous monster girl's skin was pale and unblemished by age, and her areolae and nipples were so pink that Vew thought they might be stained with beet juice. It was the first time he'd ever seen a nude woman's form before, especially one so statuesque and sumptuous. Hind giggled at the boy's bashful reaction, she felt his youthful body tremble in her tentacles' grasp. Vew was captivated by the Scylla's soft skin, but below her hourglass waistline was a different story. Below Hind's human hips was a bouquet of thick, purple tentacles that churned and roiled like a hungry beast waiting to devour Vew whole. The boy gulped, but before he could beg again for death, he felt the Scylla's hand wrap around his flaccid pride. The boy gasped loudly, he froze up as Hind began to slowly jerk his limp member off, using the silky saliva dripping from her palms to make it slicker. A jolt of energy ran through the sick boy's entire body, he clenched his teeth as a sudden feeling of arousal welled up inside him. The Scylla smiled, her long tongue slithered out of her mouth and lapped across her full lips, "It feels good, doesn't it?" HER devilish voice rang through his mind in that relaxing, mind-numbing chorus that reminded him of a prayer that was deemed too sinful to hear. She massaged Vew's cockhead with her thumb as her palm worked the shaft but as the ancient expert she was, Hind of course gave as little stimulation as possible, the boy needed to last long enough for her.