This is from late in book 1, I chose this chapter because it better represents the scope of my novel without a lot of world building.

CHAPTER XXI: Blood on the Coast

Matilda leaned back, letting out an involuntary groan as she stretched. She breathed in deeply, filling her lungs with the salty air of Kaluda, the beautiful tropical land she had travelled to the night before.

She was here on business, trade negotiations with the Lords of Badthanadia. Badthanatia was a land full of magic. It was the oldest kingdom on the continent, home to many ancient libraries and museums. Mages has begun congregating there centuries ago, seeking the secrets locked away by time. Matilda was the queen of Potran, the only kingdom which had easy access to Mageblood, the natural liquid that helped channel magical power.

Matilda was happy to share Mageblood with the world - at a price. Potra has become rich, extremely rich, over the last thousand years. She saw no reason for this to change. Especially now that she had become queen. And at age 19, she was the youngest queen in the history of Potra, possibly the youngest queen in history.

The beach had been shut down for miles, Matilda’s guards had seen to this. Complete privacy, a chance to relax before entering the difficult trade negotiations later in the day. Matilda slipped out of her formal robes, beautiful jewel-encrusted fabric which made her look like a queen.

She stood on the beach, fully nude, looking just like a beautiful peasant woman. Little did she know she was being watched, carefully, by something deep in the water.

She slipped one foot into the water, then another. The cold made her shiver. Her tiny, pink nipples grew erect and she felt a slight tingle go down her spine. Matilda had not yet chosen a King, and although she had many suitors, none had interested her.

Her pale skin was warmed by the sun, her long flowing red hair caught by an errant breeze. She was beautiful, and little did she know of the armies that would be raised and the wars that would be fought to win her favor. But those were still years away, and today all that mattered was a cool dip in the ocean. She submerged herself completely and began to bob up and down, letting the small waves crash over her.

Deep below lurked Ulthos, Lord of the Nether Beasts. Ulthos was a trainer of beasts, a collector of monsters, and a mercenary for hire. He specialized in making hits look like random monster attacks, and he was very good at it.

Ulthos had been hired to kill Matilda, to destabilize her land and cause a war for Mageblood. Who had hired him? Not even he knew the true name, and Ulthos did not care. 1 billion doogans to kill a girl, that was easy math.

Ulthos petted his beast, proud of his accomplishment. From inside his diving suit, constructed from the guts and scales of an Aquadragoon, he smiled. The beast at the side smiled too, although it’s simple brain just knew to smile when it’s master was happy. Ulthos pointed upward at Matilda’s supple, nude form bobbing in the water.

“Go, my child, and kill her.”

The beast uncurcled its 13 skinny tentacles and pushed itself off the bottom of the ocean. It’s mouth, round and full of long pointy teeth, closed right. It’s 3 eyes flowed a bright red and focused on her. The greenish purple flesh of the Death’s Head Squid flushed sith color, happy to please its master.

She sensed something was wrong, but had no time to react. Matilda felt powerful, muscular tentacles grab her legs and begin to pull her down. This was Ulthos’ plan, make it look like a freak drowning accident. Matilda gasped quickly, filling her lungs with air. Her tiny chest grew as her lungs expanded, her breasts heaving upward. She was yanked down.

Ulthos his behind a rock and watched. This was his favorite part, watching the death. He felt his erection throb, snow at first, but then faster. Although he thought himself a man without emotion, he loved the feeling of this. A small amount of precum leaked from his member, fully engorged to an impressive 11 inches.

Matilda struggled against the beast, only making it pull tighter. She held her breath tightly, not letting a single drop of air escape in vain.

The squid snuck a tentacle up her body, squeezing her chest tight to force the oxygen from her lungs.

My lord, thought Matilda, I’m going to die here. I’m going to die without ever knowing the touch of a man.

Almost as if it reacted to this thought, the squid began to rubs its tentacles across her breasts. Her nipples had grown even larger from the adrenaline. She had to admit she felt a twinge of arousal at the erotic touch of the squid. And that was when her plan was formed.

She had seen the erotic woodcuts of Jovooon - the famous fisherman who spoke of an octopus impregnating his wife. He told the tale gladly, and received the nickname of Jovooon the Cuckold as such. But the woodcuts were beautiful and had made him very rich.

Matilda reached towards the squid and found what she was searching for - it’s cloaca, an all purpose hole used for sex, feces, and urine. She began to rub it, slowly, as she enjoyed rubbing her own sensitive holes at times.

The beast seemed confused, but slowly relaxed its grip on her. She began rubbing faster and faster, and very shortly the squid released a milky cloud into the water. It surrounded Matilda and she felt great pleasure - she had finally made a man cum, albeit a squid and not a human. She would have to remember this moment. She quickly swam to the surface to gasp for air, then swam back down again.

The squid, too simple minded to be evil, now considered her a friend and left her alone. Ulthos seethed with rage as his erection disappeared. He would have to kill her himself.

Matilda bid the squid farewell with a small kiss on the cloaca, one that made the squid tremble with pleasure. She had no idea how important this moment would be for her kingdom. Nay, for the entire multiverse.

Ulthos readied his vibra-blade, forged in the eternal fires of X’tania. She would rue this day, that was for sure. He was content to let her drown before. But now? He would slice her up like a fish.