Tamed by the Creature from the Lagoon

by Clea Kinderton

  I felt a nervous twitch in my belly.

  No, you can’t do that, Kate. It’s ... it’s obscene.

  I continued to stroke his cock, gazing down at it, licking my lips.

  After everything we’ve done, does it really matter now? What’s holding you back? What have you got to lose? Do it for science, Kate!

  I sank down to my knees and found myself staring directly at the Fish-Man’s glans as I jerked him. A milky liquid was leaking out through the little hole.

  What if it’s awful? What if it makes you sick? You have no idea what it will do to you.

  I leaned forward and reached out my tongue and licked up some of the creamy fluid.

  It was salty and sweet, and just a little bit milky. It made my cheeks tingle deliciously.

  Some more of the cream drizzled out and I licked that up, as well. Then I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock.

  I looked up at Jacques as I sucked on the tip. He was staring down at me with one eye, breathing hard, his belly trembling.

  I took him deeper into my mouth, bobbing my head forward and back. He started making little trilling sounds, and his fingers began to curl. I felt his cock twitching and straining in my mouth, and after a minute or two it began to vibrate against my tongue.

  I was starting to feel a little anxious. Fish-Man precum was one thing, but I wasn’t sure I was ready for a big load of his spunk. I already knew how big his loads were. It would be like trying to swallow a bowl of soup.

  The Fish-Man suddenly seized me by the shoulders and pulled me up. His cock slipped from my mouth and he spun me around. I gasped, bracing my hands against the slippery shower tiles as he grabbed my hips and jerked my posterior back. He pressed down on the small of my back while pushing up from underneath, forcing me to arch my back so that my passage was accessible to him. My whole body was immediately humming with intense arousal, the hot water from the showerhead running down my back and dripping over my buttocks, breasts, and thighs. The Fish-Man rubbed the head of his cock up and down my aching slit and then forcefully entered me.

  I groaned, pressing my fingertips against the tiles as his great girth stretched me open. Even lubricated as well as he was, his cock was a lot to take in. Jacques wasted no time but began to rhythmically thrust, pumping his fat member in and out of my tight cunt. I felt thrills of pleasure coursing through me, intoxicating me. I could already feel the first stirrings of release deep in my loins. I must have been hornier than I thought.

  Jacques’s pelvis slapped against my buttocks with increasing force, every blow forcing a little cry or whimper of pleasure between my lips. It only took a minute or two of his vigorous rutting to bring me to climax. My legs trembled so violently that my feet lost their grip on the tub and I slipped backward, impaling myself even deeper on his hard member. I felt it jab into my cervix, but instead of pain I felt a new rush of mind-blowing excitement. Jacques grabbed my breasts, steadying me and holding me tightly in place as his cock rapidly fluttered and the first load of sperm erupted inside of me, forced straight into my womb. More semen followed, bursting up inside of me like a geyser. His swollen cock throbbed erratically against my G-spot, sending deliriously intense sensations throughout my body. I could have remained locked in his embrace forever, dissolving into a warm cloud of happiness, but all too soon the water began to lose its heat and a chill shuddered through me.

  Finally, Jacques deflated and pulled free. I let the overflow drain out of me and down the drain and then quickly cleaned myself up. I hopped out of the shower with a squeak: the water was coming out as cold as ice.

  I turned off the water and hurriedly toweled off and slipped into my robe. Jacques’s suddenly seemed very interested in my hair and began to sniff it. I darted out of the way and stepped in front of the vanity to brush my teeth but he followed, standing close behind, smelling my hair.

  The mirror over the vanity was covered with steam. On an impulse, I drew on the mirror:

  “I (followed by a heart) J”.

  Jacques turned his attention to the mirror, studying the symbols. I raised my hand to wipe them away but his hand closed around mine, taking it gently but firmly. He adjusted my fingers so that my index finger was extended, then laid his own index finger over mine so that the pad was pressed against the back of my fingernail. He raised my hand to the mirror, and, guiding my movements, used the tip of my finger to draw a sideways semi-circle, like a crescent. Then he moved my hand over and drew a second crescent, intersecting the first, but pointing in the opposite direction, creating a sort of “X” with a vesica piscis, or pointed oval, in the center. Two intersecting curves, like two lives overlapping. Jacques let go of my hand, croaked softly, and gently stroked my cheek, then he turned and left the room.

  I stood as stiff as a statue, staring at the lines drawn in the mist on the mirror, my heart thumping in my chest. What was this feeling that I was feeling?

  It’s not possible. It can’t be happening.

  Kate, are you ... falling in love?

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  I heard movement in the other room and then the thump of something heavy hitting the floor.

  “Jacques?”

  I went out to the hall and proceeded to the living room, following the large wet footprints. Jacques was hunched over the laptop, examining it suspiciously. It was closed, so there was no way for him to accidentally scare himself. The thump had been one of my textbooks, which was now lying open on the floor at his feet.

  “There you are,” I said, taking him by the elbow and drawing him away. I didn’t want him to accidentally break my laptop. It was the best proof I had of his existence.

  I noticed that the textbook had fallen open to a bright, two-page spread of a coral reef. There were brightly colored fish and sea anemones prominently displayed. I placed the book in his hands and he stared at it, fascinated.

  “I’m hungry. Are you hungry?”

  He must have been. Anything that size needed a ton of food. But I wasn’t sure what I could actually feed him. I went into the kitchen. The bluefish was still sitting on the stove where I’d left it the night before, now thoroughly cold and spoiled. I quietly dumped it into a bag and then put the bag inside the garbage pail. I hoped that Jacques hadn’t seen it. He might not understand why I hadn’t eaten it.

  I opened the fridge, wondering if he’d eat a pile of scrambled eggs, when I heard a horn in the driveway.

  I jumped.

  Jacques looked toward the window.

  Chet!

  I ran over to Jacques and grabbed him by the arm.

  “You have to hide! Chet can’t see you!”

  I tried to pull him but only managed to make my own feet slide across the floor. It was like trying to uproot an oak tree.

  “Please, Jacques! Chet’s my friend. He can’t know you’re here.”

  Jacques shifted reluctantly and began to slowly plod after me in the direction of the bedroom. I felt like I was dragging a bull. There was a knock on the front door. I heard Chet’s voice coming through the open window.

  “Hey Kate, you in there?!”

  I pushed Jacques into the bedroom ahead of me.

  “Stay in here,” I said, breathing hard. “Please don’t come out until I tell you to.”

  I held up my hand the way one might hold up a hand to a dog.

  I wished there was some way I could verify that he understood me, but he just stared at me with his big eyes, his gills gently fluttering.

  I left the room and shut the door behind me. My stomach was flipping like a fish out of water. I felt like I was going to be sick.

  I forced myself to smile and wave at Chet as I passed the kitchen window.

  “Be right there!” I said cheerfully, walking quickly to the front door.

  I pulled it open. Chet was on the other side, grinning his big goofy grin.

  “Sorry to drop by unannounced,” he said. “Well, actually, that’s why I came by. I tried calling you and t
here was no answer. For someone spending all her time alone in a cabin, you’re pretty hard to get hold of. I left a message, but you never called back. That’s not really like you, so I got a little worried, what with that escaped convict running around. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Despite Chet’s apparent good cheer, I could see that he’d been worried sick about me.

  “Oh, yeah,” I said, trying to dispel his concern with a smile. “I ... uh ... seem to have misplaced my phone somewhere. I must have lost it when I was out hiking.”

  Chet made a face.

  “You should probably get a new phone,” he said. “You don’t want to be trapped way out here with no way to get in touch with people. Can I come in?”

  I looked back over my shoulder apprehensively, half-expecting to see Jacques lumbering into view. I tried to think of a good reason to send Chet away, but I couldn’t come up with anything. If he became suspicious, he might suspect that someone was here anyway, and Chet being Chet, he’d immediately barge in.

  “Sure. I ... just need to get dressed,” I said lamely, pointing out my robe.

  “I don’t mind waiting,” he said, walking past me. Chet went into the living room and plunked himself down on the couch.

  This isn’t happening, I thought, hurrying down the hall to my room.

  I didn’t know whether I was more horrified by the thought of Chet finding out I was hiding the Fish-Man in my bedroom or the thought that the Fish-Man might see Chet as a delicious snack. I had to separate them somehow, and since walking the Fish-Man out past Chet wasn’t an option, the best thing to do was to get Chet to leave. But I had a feeling he wasn’t going to be easy to get rid of.

  I opened the door and slipped in and shut it quickly behind me. The Fish-Man was still standing where I’d left him, looking somewhat antsy. The clear lid slid over his eye as he cocked his head at me.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I wish I could explain what’s going on, but you won’t understand a word I say.”

  I untied my robe and slipped out of it. The Fish-Man darted forward and scooped me up in his arms, pressing himself against me.

  “No. No,” I hissed, extricating myself with some difficulty. “We can’t do that right now. We have to wait until later.”

  Jacques regarded me with an expression which bore some resemblance to confusion, but didn’t persist in his amorous overtures. I slipped into my bra and panties and then realized with some consternation that I’d run out of clothes. The only thing I had left that was clean was a dress. Hardly my first choice. I was a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl.

  With a sigh, I slipped on the dress and zipped up the back, praying that no one would notice the stubble on my legs. I brushed my hair and put it up in a ponytail and quickly applied a touch of eyeliner and lip gloss. I hadn’t looked quite this feminine in a while. Jacques watched this slow transformation with great interest, hovering behind me in the mirror.

  Wait. The mirror isn’t bothering him.

  I turned and looked at him. Had he come to understand his own reflection? It was a mystery that would have to wait.

  “I have to go out for a bit,” I said, picking up my purse. I slung it over my shoulder. “Don’t be worried. I’ll be back.” I hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

  I slipped through the door and shut it behind me and walked quickly back down the hall to the living room.

  Chet stood up, smiling with wonder and admiration.

  “What have you done with the real Kate?” he said, grinning.

  “Shut up, goofball. Are you working today?”

  “Got the day off.”

  “Good. Let’s go to Tallahassee.”

  Chet looked startled. “Uh. Sure.”

  “I need a new phone,” I said. “But I’m starving. Let’s have breakfast first. Then I need to pick up a few things at the pharmacy.”

  Chet started to laugh. “Anything else, princess?”

  I punched him in the arm.

  “Come on. Let’s go!” I said, ushering him out the door.

  I felt my stomach twisting nervously. I wasn’t sure how Jacques would respond to the sound of the door closing. I was terrified he’d come running after me.

  I walked quickly to Chet’s van and hopped inside.

  “You must be hungry,” Chet said, laughing. He jumped into the driver’s side and started the engine. “Food first?” he said, looking over at me.

  “Yes, quickly. I’m famished,” I said. Quite opportunely, my stomach grumbled. I actually was quite hungry.

  Chet chuckled, then paused, staring intently at me.

  “What?” I said nervously. I felt like he was staring right into my brain and rifling through all my secrets.

  Can he smell the Fish-Man on me?

  “I don’t know,” he said wistfully. “There’s just something about you today. You’re different somehow. You’re glowing.”

  I felt a chill in my gut, as if I’d just swallowed a big lump of ice. People only said that when you...

  No! Impossible!

  “It’s just because I’m wearing a dress and makeup,” I said somewhat nervously. “You’re not used to seeing me this way. Are we going or what?”

  “Right away, m’lady,” he said with a guffaw.

  Chet backed the van out of the lane and in the twinkling of a big fishy eye, we were on our way.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  “Shrimp for breakfast?”

  Chet eyed me quizzically.

  Ollie’s Oyster Shack was bustling with people in fishing hats and wader pants, sporting sideburns and sunburns. The fishing tournament, or whatever it was, appeared to be coming to a head. Talking and laughter filled the restaurant.

  “I’m starving,” I said, pulling the plate closer. The creole-seasoned bacon-wrapped shrimps had been arranged in the shape of a happy face, sitting on a circular bed of pineapple chunks.

  Chet shook his head but he seemed to be having a hard time looking away from my plate.

  “You want one?” I said, twisting one in my fingers.

  “No,” he said haughtily, then reconsidered. “Well, maybe one. Just to see.” He reached over and stole one from my plate and crunched into it, his eyes widening.

  I snapped one off in my teeth and chewed. The savory, seasoned meat made my taste buds sing.

  “These are amazing,” I said, swallowing.

  Chet nodded, licking his fingers.

  “I can’t believe you’ve never had these,” I said.

  “Chet’s a creature of habit,” said Gabby, appearing suddenly behind him with a tray full of empty glasses and cups. She laughed and patted him on the shoulder. “Just like his father.”

  Chet stared at his plate of blackberry waffles, reconsidering his entire life trajectory.

  “Have another,” I said, taking pity on him. I pushed the plate forward.

  “I got a few left sitting on the grill,” said Gabby conspiratorially. “I can’t make a whole plate from them. I’ll give them to Chet so he doesn’t eat all yours on you.” She tousled Chet’s hair and headed back toward the kitchen.

  The front door of the restaurant burst open and Courtney rushed in, late as usual. Her cheeks were flushed. She looked harried.

  “You’re early,” someone shouted from the far end of the restaurant.

  There was a round of laughter. Chet and I both joined in.

  Courtney disappeared in the kitchen with a scowl, her cheeks flushed.

  “Have you heard anything about your car, yet?” said Chet, dousing his waffles with syrup.

  “Not yet. Unless they called yesterday.”

  “Not that I mind driving you around everywhere,” said Chet. He sawed into a waffle with the edge of his fork.

  “I know. I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t mean to be such a pain.”

  “You going to come by the house tonight? Loni’s making fish loaf. Sounds disgusting, but wait ‘til you try it.”

  “You’re a born salesperson, Chet,” I
said, snorting.

  “Chet!” boomed a male voice.

  I looked up, startled, and Chet turned, his mouth full of waffle. A tall, broad-shouldered, athletic man with a shaggy blond beard, a thick head of sun-bleached hair, and a bright red sunburn clapped Chet on the shoulder.

  “Good to see you, buddy,” said the stranger. I looked him up and down. He was really quite good-looking, in a rugged, He-Man sort of way.

  “Hey! Buck! When did you get in town?” said Chet, swallowing quickly.

  “Just this morning,” said the blond Viking. “I’m making a video for my channel. This the little lady?” he said, smiling down at me.

  “Oh, ah, no, just a friend,” said Chet, flustered.

  I felt the color rise to my cheeks.

  “Oh, better not let the wife know!” said Buck, laughing loudly.

  Chet got up from the table and drew Buck aside with an apologetic backward glance.

  Courtney swung by with a coffee pot.

  “More coffee?” she said, looking sour.

  “Sure,” I said, trying to look pleasant.

  Courtney refilled my cup, studying me.

  “Did you find out anything else about the Fish-Man?” she said, suddenly sitting down beside me.

  All the blood rushed to my head. Even my ears were throbbing.

  “Oh, um, well, not much,” I said, grabbing my coffee cup and taking a gulp, trying to cover my confusion.

  “You did, didn’t you?!” said Courtney, whispering excitedly. “Is it real? What is it? Where does it come from?”

  I looked around nervously, wondering what had happened to Chet. I felt as red as a boiled lobster.

  “Tell me!” Courtney hissed, her face contorted into something that could have been either concern or frustration. “You’ve seen it, haven’t you? You know what it looks like. Did it try to attack you, too?”

  I was too disconcerted to speak. I wanted to lie, to tell her I had no idea where she’d gotten that impression, but I was so wracked with embarrassment that I couldn’t think clearly. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be able to convince her I hadn’t seen the Fish-Man, at this point; my discomfort was too obvious.