Kraken Drabble

	The sun hung low in the sky as the man departed in his pontoon. A stressful day had unfolded before him, like most working days. The water on the lake was nice today though, and he thought the fresh air might be nice. He kicked the motor up higher as he left the no wake zone and headed out.
	His favorite spot was only a few miles from the docks, just around the bend. There was a gorgeous view of the mountains around the lake and despite being so easy to get to there were never really many people around, among other things. The evening light played off the water, the soft orange bringing warmth to cut against the cool winds. The boat slowed as he approached his destination. He could feel the day’s tension leave with every bob of his vessel in the water.
	He weighed anchor and laid back in his chair, taking it all in. The gentle sound of the waves. The cool breeze. The gorgeous sunset. All working to ease the soul as he sat there, alone.
	Well, almost alone. There came a soft splash, followed by a wet “thunk” at the rear of the vessel. He turned to look as a second tentacle joined the first, wrapping itself around the side of the boat. More and more joined them, until there were ten alabaster ropes pulling down on the boat.
Slowly, she arose from the depths. First, her pitch black headpiece breached the surface, followed by flowing violet locks. Her pale, beautiful face came next, accompanied by outstretched arms. She grabbed the boat and swiftly hauled herself inside, locking eyes with the man. She sauntered to him, tentacles slowly coiling around his arms. But a girlish smile broke out across her face as she crooned, “Hello, dear.”
The last piece that made this his favorite spot, of course, was his paramour. For almost a year now they’d met nearly every day here, love deepening all the while. They’d met accidentally in an evening of drunken revelry and quite quickly fell for one another. He took hold of the appendages coiled around his arms and led her closer to him.
Standing from his chair, she pulled him into a deep kiss, her suckers kissing along his skin to the rhythm of their lips. The rest of the tentacles soon glued the two together, pressing the man into her curvaceous form. They shared their soft embrace for several minutes more before finally relaxing. From the storage compartment, the man produced a bottle of her favorite wine. Back and forth they shared the bottle, regaling each other with the story of their day.
What little is left of the sun cast a ruby landscape around them as their talking finally ceased. She wrapped around him once again, a free tentacle feeding them the last of the wine in turn. Listening closely over the sound of the water, they could begin to hear the sounds of the night coming from the mountain, a chorus of crickets carried to them on the wind. Wrapped in her supple embrace, the man slowly nodded off.
When he awoke, the sun was gone. Deep darkness surrounded him, cut only by the moon and its reflection off of her pale skin. Freeing one arm, he reached up to stroke her face, her eyes alight with joy at his touch. For another hour they each warmly explored the other, until finally their time passed. As they prepared to part for the evening the lovers shared one last desperate kiss.
“I love you,” she gently whispered into his ear.
“I love you, too,” he returned.
With a bittersweet feeling they departed for the evening. As the full moon guided the man back to his home, his thoughts of his love warmed him against the chill of the night as he began planning their next meeting.