Lust of the Lake Monster

Thanks to MonsterDaddyShal for helping me develop this story!

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The commercial had shown a couple walking around in the woods completely naked. Sure, there had been strategically-placed branches here and there. It was, after all, a TV commercial. But the point was clearly made: wear this amazing new bug spray and insects will not bother you, even in the deepest woods.

So on the second day of the fishing trip, Becca decided to give it a try. Her cottage was the very last one along the lake, so there was little chance of voyeurs, although to be honest, the idea of some plaid-shirted local stud watching her was kind of thrilling. Her body was toned and sleek, and the young brunette had nothing to hide.

She'd woken up horny that morning, following a lurid dream she couldn't quite call to memory, but at the same time, couldn't get out of her head. She knew it involved water, and sex, but with whom, she couldn't quite recall.

The rest of her group wouldn't arrive at the cottage for another three days. Given who was in the group, she knew there was a solid chance of the entire two-week vacation turning into a complete wall-to-wall fuck-fest once everyone arrived. Kelly always found the best guys.

But Becca knew two things, for now. The first was that once everyone else arrived, there probably wouldn't be much time to actually go fishing, which had nominally been the point of this entire vacation. They didn't need to rent a cabin to fuck guys. She often thought fondly of the time she, Kelly, and Dilly had split six men between them, one cock for each hole, and that had happened in Kelly's apartment. So part of her was grateful for the time to herself, since she really, really liked fishing, so much that when she finished her degree, she was hoping to get a job with the Ministry of Natural Resources and Forestry.

The other thing was that she didn't want to wait three more days for dick. She was starting to feel impatient, but she was trying not to masturbate too often. How bad would it be if she was offered some gorgeous guy's cock but was too sore to enjoy it? So she hadn't masturbated in days now, and the sexual tension around her was palpable. She had promised herself that she wouldn't masturbate today either, though she knew in her heart she would probably break that promise, she was so horny.

If only there was some happy medium. Fishingand fucking.

So, wearing nothing but that special bug spray, she strolled out to the pier off her cottage at 5 A.M. that morning. The mist was thick over the water, enough that she couldn't see across to the other side of the lake.

She'd done a little fishing the evening before and had caught a couple of perch, but this morning, the whole lake seemed dead. Sure, there were a few birds around, singing their songs, and if she listened for it she could hear what might have been a cicada or something, but the mist-covered water itself was still. Not only were the fish not biting, it was like they weren't even there.

Although she had to admit, the bug spray was doing its job, and her soft skin remained unbitten. There was something invigorating about fishing in the nude, although it exacerbated her desire for cock.

She was about to finally give up and go back inside when she finally felt a slight bite on the end of the hook.

"About fucking time," she murmured.

The fish, whatever it was, was deep in the water, almost directly beneath her, and from the feel of it, probably around the lakebed. This was a kettle lake, with a pretty steep drop-off, so how deep that was she couldn't say. She wiggled the rod gently, to make the worm seem alive, and the fish bit down harder.

"Now I've got you, you son of a bitch." She began to reel it in, slowly, but steadily increasing in speed. This was her favourite technique. It didn't always work but she had had good luck with it so far. Finally the fish seemed to realize its situation and began to fight the hook, but she kept reeling.

She stood up now, pulling back on the rod. Perhaps she didn't notice it, but the struggle was oddly arousing, and her nipples stiffened in the cool morning air.

From the feel of it, it was very big. "Can't wait to mount you on my wall," she said out loud. And then she wasn't sure why, but she said "I wish you could mount me."

Something clicked into place in her memory. Her sex dream, the night before. She dreamed she was being mounted by the lake itself somehow, allowing it to flow over her and into her.

Finally the surface of the water broke as the thing at the other end of the line came to the surface. It was bigger than any freshwater fish she had ever seen, though fish it undeniably was, from its long, sturgeon-like face and catfish whiskers, with distinct gills along the sides of its head. But this creature was not being pulled up from the water. Its weight was being supported. Its back fins had grown into powerful hind legs, while its front fins were elongated into webbed arms, visible even as silhouettes in the morning fog.

As the tension on the rod loosened, Becca managed to avoid falling over backwards, but the sight of the thing nonetheless left her stunned. "What the fuck are you?" she mouthed.

The monster gave a low croaking sound, like a frog. There was an element of distress in its cry, and she realized that her fishhook was still stuck on a scaly ridge over one of its eyes.

"Hey," she said, reassuringly, as she reached off the dock toward the creature. "It's okay. Let me help you." It didn't resist; it clearly wasn't scared of her. Why would a thing that size be scared of a naked, soft-skinned human? She managed to remove the hook with little difficulty, but now she found herself staring into its enormous fishy eyes, no longer obscured by the fog. There was a gentle loneliness in those eyes, the sadness of the forgotten, fog-shrouded lakelands.

As she stood on the dock, her face was about level with its, but despite its size, she knew it wouldn't hurt her. Its arms were massive and knotted with muscles, webbed hands tipped with ferocious claws, but she somehow was certain she had nothing to fear from this timid animal.

Or was it an animal? It was a biped, certainly. And while its head was unmistakeably that of a fish, its muscular body read to her as... something she couldn't quite put into words, even in her head, but thinking of it in those terms, Becca couldn't help but lick her lips at the site of the hulking brute in front of her. And no longer obscured by the fog, she saw a sizable piscine penis hanging from between the monster's mutant legs. Her mind was filled with thoughts of mischief.

Not, human, perhaps, but sexy.

"Couldn't hurt to try," she whispered to herself.

He seemed to understand. A long black tongue emerged from his fishy jaws, slowly licking her breasts, and the penis stiffened. In his dark, aquatic mind, the scent of her skin - the chemical she had smeared on it - reminded him of happy days past, of glowing barrels on dark lake bottoms. Her bug spray was the greatest pheromone of all.

Becca moaned in pleasure, her arms wrapping around the great scaly head, thrilling to the feel of his tongue on her sensitive breasts. She felt a big scaly paw move to the small of her back, and another behind her head, caressing her cheek. She leaned into it, rubbing her face against the smooth scales. It was an oddly sensual feeling, and it only added to her arousal.

Her cries intensified as the thing's tongue moved. Perhaps back along the lakeshore, someone could hear her moans of pleasure carrying over the water, but she didn't care. Becca had never much cared about propriety, and now, grinding her dampening cunt against the scaled chest of the lake monster, she cared even less than usual.

Before long, her orgasm poured through her body, her knees weak and her arms twitching. She would have fallen over without those thick, scaly arms around her.

As he orgasm subsided, she stared deeply into the thing's grey-green eyes. Some form of communion was passing between them, she was sure. She knew what she wanted, and she knew that he knew, and was on the same page.

"This is so wrong," she purred, sinking down onto the wooden rails of the dock, onto her knees. The monster's cock was a little low at this angle, only a few inches above the dock itself, so she lay on her stomach, taking the big tool in both hands for a closer inspection.

It was unlike any dick she'd seen before. There was nothing resembling a foreskin of any kind, even back behind the head. The entire length of it was a pale pink, tapered to a point, and ridged with what was either bone or cartilage. She gave it a lick. Tasted a little fishy, but not unpleasant. Given the size of the creature, it was actually kind of small, though above average by human standards, and she had no trouble running her lips all the way down the seven or eight inches of solid fish cock. She bobbed her little brunette head up and down her monstrous lover's penis, happily servicing him as those big webbed paws roamed clumsily over her shoulders, back, and even caressing her toned ass-cheeks. Before long, though, Becca withdrew him from her mouth. It was time to fuck this thing.

She turned over on the dock now, lying on her back, head towards the shore, her legs and half her ass hanging over the edge. He seemed to understand this position, and stepped toward her, spreading her legs with his webbed hands. She felt the tip of that rigid cock against her glistening cunt, poking gently against her trimmed hair. She reached down to guide him into her, and was surprised how steady her hand was. She wasn't scared or even nervous. She was confident, certain, and felt sexier in this moment than she had ever been in her life. She was about to fuck a monster.

Slowly, she fed his long finny cock inside herself. She was so wet and slick that he, already lubricated with a healthy dose of her saliva, together with his naturally wet skin, slid into her with no resistance.

Becca gave a long, slow, gasp of pleasure as the monster penetrated her, and she thought she could hear a pleased grunt from him. She smiled up mischievously at the beast, rubbing her smooth legs against his scaly sides, guiding him gently into a pumping motion. He soon took the hint, catching her rhythm to gently fuck her tight human pussy with his scaly mutant cock. Becca squealed with glee as he hit her g-spot, the unfamiliar shape of his member nonetheless perfectly stimulating every pleasure receptor inside her. It had only been a few seconds but she could already tell, this inhuman dick was pleasing her like nothing else had before.

His webbed hands clasped her thighs, pulling them gently apart, making room for his body between them, and Becca was acutely grateful for her yoga classes. As gentle as he was, the clawlike structure of the finned hands couldn't help but scratch gently against her smooth skin, but right now this sensation only added to her arousal. She slid her right hand down her lithe young body to her clit, rubbing it fiercely as her lover plunged in and out of her.

A low moan broke, almost reflexively, past her lips. Becca was pushing back against his every thrust, but she was quickly realizing that although she had initially set the pace, the monster was the one in control.

And she loved it. There was something thrilling about giving herself completely to this inhuman creature and his long finny cock. She knew that this must be a first for the creature just as it was a first for her, from the way he had needed to be shown the rhythm to please her, from his occasional tentative, uncertain movement, as though afraid he would hurt her.

But at the same time, there was an undeniably instinctual, raw savagery to the way he fucked her, mixed in with the tenderness. He was still a wild creature.

And he just kept going.

Becca felt another orgasm building inside her, and this one was going to be big. The creature bent over her now, moving one of its hands off her thigh and onto the pier to support himself, and she moved her other arm around to his shoulder, feeling those irresistible muscles under that cold wet skin. His face was only a few inches from hers. She could see his nostril-like nares opening and closing at her scent, the mouthful of needle-like teeth bared as he gasped at the air above her.

Becca was gasping too, shuddering in pleasure, as her orgasm approached. Her eyes crossed and her toes curled as she felt the seismic force within her. She didn't try to fight back the ecstatic moan that began in the bottom of her throat and vibrated, almost like a foghorn, all the way up and out of her mouth. It was a low, dirty, vulgar sound, one she didn't know she could even make. The most intense orgasm of her young life pounded through her slender body as the monster continued to pump into her squirting pussy. It took a lot to get Becca to squirt, but now was one of those times.

Jet after jet of fluid ejaculated from her eager pussy and onto the scaly belly of her lover until she lost count, and she was in a heightened state of near constant orgasm, one climax following into the next as the pumping of that cock held steady. Finally, she felt him starting to come inside of her, and her scream echoed over the misty water.

His semen was thick and sticky, far more than what she was used to, and felt deliciously cold inside her. She shuddered as her final orgasm subsided and the cock within her finished spurting out that wonderful seed and began, at last, to soften.

"Whoah, mama," she moaned, "that was incredible."

She delicately traced a finger down the fish's muscular torso. He seemed to enjoy the sensation, his eyes closing in what might have been happiness. He withdrew his cock from her, but continued to hold her in his smooth-scaled arms. His embrace was cold, soothing, and Becca realized she was happier now than she had ever been.

She knew what she was doing for the next few days, and if she was too sore for Kelly's boy toys, then so be it. The real question was, whether to share her discovery with Kelly or keep it all to herself.

It finally sunk in that she was prioritizing having sex with this fish monster over actual handsome men. And she was okay with that. This mutant catfish had just given her a better fuck than anyone human ever had. And as she lay on the dock, stroking his long whiskers, basking in the afterglow of their inter-species lovemaking, she had a thought.

"I wonder what it would cost to buy one of these cottages."