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of nature, Jack had built his custom-made
yacht business and home schooled Miranda. In turn, she had
flourished.
    Miranda
smiled at the memories of carefree days as she followed moose and
deer in the nearby woods, taking the motorboat out and chasing the
seagulls. The air was fresh and salt-tinged and the evening sunsets
were spectacular. This evening was no exception, she thought, as
she climbed topside and took her place at the helm.
    Ahead of
her, the horizon glowed gold. Behind her, her dad stood on the dock
and waved goodbye. She returned his wave and then reluctantly
turned away as a bubble of emotion snapped through her. Quickly she
brushed away some renegade tears, took a deep breath, and put the
yacht into a faster pace.
    She truly
loved her dad but it seriously was time to break free of his tight
restraints on all aspects of her life. She looked out at the moody
ocean.
    Somewhere
out there Gray was already swimming beneath the dark waters doing
God knew what. Until recently, she hadn’t been interested in his
nocturnal turnings. However, tonight there was an invisible pull to
gaze out into the darkness and search for a sign of him. But she
saw nothing except the full moon slowly lifting out of the ocean
horizon and an occasional glitter of silver rings as a fish jumped
out of the water and splashed back in.
    Giving up
her search for Gray, she turned the yacht out of the bay. Tonight
the water was choppy and the October breeze was cold. She didn’t
waste any time closing the nearby windows. In order to make good
time they would do as her dad instructed. She would pilot the boat
during the nights and they would sleep during the mornings when the
yacht was anchored. Gray would work on what needed doing thru the
afternoons. It was best if she stayed away from him, because he
both irritated and fascinated her at the same time.
    Man, she
just wished she wasn’t so damned confused about him.
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*
    Loneliness wrapped around Gray as he swam through the murky
ocean water. He used the currents to help him move along with the
yacht. He munched on whatever seafood got in his way, and he kept
his hearing tuned to the sound of the yacht’s motor
nearby.
    When the
need to see her could hold him back no longer, he popped his head
above the surface and sniffed the air, inhaling Miranda’s succulent
scent. Every time he smelled her, his cock swelled. Along with it,
came an intense need to lure her into the water with him. He wanted
to swim with her, mate with her, and just have her with him all the
time.
    Life as
an Octoposeidon wasn’t easy. He spent his nights napping, eating,
and steering clear of predators and craving female companionship.
But females were scarce. They were the weaker of the species and
many died at birth. It did not matter if she was born as a human
during the day or born as an Octoposeidon during by night. No one
knew why most females didn’t survive. It just was.
    The
sudden urge to get back under the water to breathe grabbed him and
reluctantly he followed his need for survival.
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    British Columbia, North Coast
    It was
just after dawn when Gray turned back into his human form. He was
soaking wet and naked as he climbed up the yacht ladder, and padded
across the deck. Miranda had been motoring for more than twelve
hours with him propelling himself along behind her. He’d had no
trouble keeping up with the fast pace and she’d dropped anchor over
an hour ago. Since then, he’d been waiting in the chilly waters to
return to his human form so he could get back onto the
boat.
    He knew
he should try to get some sleep. However, resting was the last
thing he wanted, especially with Miranda on board. The instant he’d
climbed out of the water, her sensual scent had captured his full
attention. As he let himself into the wheelhouse, he gazed down at
himself.
    An
extreme tightness had grabbed his balls. His cock was at full mast.
It was engorged, swollen, and aching like a son of a