by Eden Redd
“You don’t look any different than how I see you,” the player said with a warm smirk.
Tibby let out a low moan as she nearly crashed into him. Bodies touching and lips locking, the man and shark woman embraced. The heat of their bodies chased away the cool night air. Blood boiled and Morgan found his body reacting to Tibby’s body against his. Manhood hardening, he clutched at Tibby. The moans grew louder as she cupped his ass, hips moving and needing him inside her. Her thick tail rose up and slammed down in frustration. An emptiness yawned from within the shark and she dug sharp fingertips into Morgan’s ass.
The player could not be restrained. Taking a firm hold of Tibby’s waist, he threw her down onto the sand. Black eyes gleamed and a mischievous grin appeared before Morgan was on her. Hips moving of their own accord, she hissed her needs and was immediately rewarded. Morgan’s throbbing member pushed at her pink slit, slowly forcing her open. Wetness spilled and coated the end of his member, inches invading her tight space. Tail off to the side, it slammed down again as pleasure roared along her senses.
Morgan was lost to her heat. Hands moved along her smooth skin while his member speared her inviting valley. Squeezing a large breast, Tibby cooed and moaned. Morgan grabbed her wrists and held her down, a lustful fury pushing his hips between her pale inner thighs. Black eyes looked up as moans rose up her throat. The emptiness she felt before was now full and she writhed to its intimate bliss.
Tendrils of night air tried to cool their embrace. Animalistic grunts and moans blanketed the beach around them. Morgan was lost in the dance of bodies when Tibby squeezed him with each deep stroke. The couple’s gaze met and they could not turn away. The tempo increased and their bodies obeyed. The sounds of their union were lost to the small waves crashing on the beach.
The sea scent and hot bodies blended into a storm. Tibby watched as Morgan was unchained, driving his hips into her, forcing her thighs apart. Nerves curled as white touched the edge of her vision. The inner pulse grew with each deep thrust. Mouth open, she could not control her breathing. The heat grew and soon black eyes rolled into her head. Tibby’s mind and body touched a higher plane before Morgan appeared in her vision, kissing her neck.
Morgan’s spirit floated as he couldn’t stop his primal needs. He watched as Tibby slowly lost all control, body trembling. Heat bloomed again and the shark woman cried out. Nerves tightened and then released! Inner explosions caused Tibby to cry out before her voice fell into a long sultry moan. Body shuddering, she continued to move with Morgan’s flow.
Morgan grunted as Tibby tightened around him. Her chest rose up, pressing her body to his while her head fell back and looked at nothing. Seeing her surrender to pleasure’s might pushed the young man over the edge. Cock thickening, it forced her already tight walls to further accommodate him.
“Do it…fill me with your soul,” Tibby moaned loudly.
An inner shout bubbled along Morgan’s body before it emerged from his parted lips. Driving himself deep, come spurted. Heat spiraled into a hurricane as Morgan moved like he was possessed. Tibby cried out as another string of orgasms blasted her senses. The two continued until every drop was squeezed from his throbbing member.
Morgan collapsed on Tibby and she quickly held him. Lazily, the player tried to move, several more spurts of seed leaving his body. As he tried to hold himself up, he peered down at Tibby’s razor smile. Above her head, two hearts appeared, turning and spinning before they flashed away into many smaller hearts.
“I want more,” Tibby said with a mischievous smile.
Morgan let out a breathy chuckle, “Me too.”
Eleven
Patches of grainy sand covered the smooth corridor floor. Morgan and Tibby stood before a door, barely clothed. Tibby fished her keys out of her pocket while Morgan tried to not shiver. The walk back from the beach and through the deserted streets of downtown was thankfully uneventful. Wet sand clung to their bodies as they shuffled through the streets. They reached a three-story apartment building and Tibby led the way in. The hour they spent on the beach making love was an amazing experience, but as sand got in everywhere, it turned the romantic tryst into a grainy annoyance.
The key slipped into the lock and Tibby gave the doorknob a twist. The door opened and she stepped inside, Morgan following. Warmth touched the player as he took in his surroundings. The main room had high ceilings and tall lamps in the corners. The dim light relaxed Morgan as his eyes drank in the large bookshelves lining the walls. They were packed with so many books, some of the books lay sideways on top of books standing straight up. The scent of so many tomes instantly reminded the player of libraries and his private study.
Tibby walked across the main room to a doorway. Flipping a light switch, a white bathroom appeared just beyond the door frame.
“I’ll get the tub started. Pick out something for us to read,” Tibby said before stepping into the bathroom.
Morgan nodded and turned to one of the massive shelves. Finger touching book spines, he traced along the titles trying to find one they could enjoy. Rows of classics filled the tight shelves and he was soon drowning in wanting to read all of them. The sound of water drifted from the bathroom and the player knew he had to make a decision. Eyes scanning each shelf, a small, beaten up paperback caught his attention. Reaching for it, he pulled the small book from the shelf and eyed the title. A small smile crept into his cheeks before he felt a gaze on his exposed back.
“Is that The Hobbit?” Tibby asked with a smile.
Morgan turned around with the small paperback, “It is.”
“I never get tired of that book,” the pale beauty said with a tired smile. “The tub is almost ready.”
Morgan nodded and walked over. Glancing down, he saw that sand was falling off his body and trailing behind him on the rug. Tibby didn’t seem to mind as she stepped back and began pulling off the few pieces of clothing she had on. The player couldn’t look away as wet and sandy clothes piled on the floor, her alabaster colored figure calling out to him. Blood rushed and he noticed he was getting hard as she acted like he wasn’t there.
Tibby moved to the edge of the tub and bent over to test the water. It was then when Morgan noticed how large the bathtub was. It was porcelain white with gold fixtures. The wide oval shape was deep and long, enough to hold three people if needed. Gaze drifting to Tibby’s budding pink line, the player found it difficult to think as something strained from inside his pants.
Tibby stood up and turned around, “Get undressed. I have to check my messages and then we can relax.”
Tibby walked out of the bathroom while Morgan stood. The player undid his belt and had to peel his pants down to his ankles. When he tried to pull them off with his legs, it was like fighting a tenacious octopus. When his feet were free, he stumbled to the tub and sat down on the wide edge. Putting the book down on the edge, he swung his legs over and dipped them into the steamy water. Relief crawled up his nerves, causing him to step into the hot water and sink down to his neck. Sand fell away as the player let out a sigh and basked in the bone comforting heat.
Tibby stepped back into the bathroom. Reaching the edge of the tub, she slipped into the warm water. Sinking down, she let out her own tired sigh and pressed her body along Morgan’s frame. The heat grew a few degrees and that only made the player harder than refined steel. Tibby looked to Morgan’s throbbing manhood and stroked it, making herself comfortable.
“Some of the girls left me a message telling me that everyone got out of the club okay,” Tibby said in a dreamy whisper.
“Do they know what happened?” Morgan asked as pleasure ran along his thick shaft.
Tibby pressed her head to Morgan’s shoulder, eyes growing heavy. “It was Yir’s followers. We knew there would be an attack, but we didn’t know when. They have been stalking our people lately, stepping up the violence.”
“I didn’t know Driftwood Cove was West Side Story,” Morgan chuckled.
Tibby closed her eyes
, “It’s like this no matter where you are. Groups will fear and persecute the other groups in an endless cycle of violence and hate. Thulu teaches us, in the end, we will all become dust floating in the abyss.”
A dark memory stabbed into Morgan’s mind and he looked over to Tibby, her eyes still closed. “Your people came to my motel room the other night. They killed the woman I was with.”
Tibby snuggled closer, gently stroking Morgan, manhood. “That was different. She wasn’t killed because of what she was.”
Morgan raised an eyebrow as Tibby’s eyes opened a sliver.
“Start reading while I take care of something,” Tibby whispered as she slowly sank into the water. “As you saw before, I can breathe underwater so don’t worry about me. Enjoy yourself.”
The raven-haired beauty sank below the surface of the water and moved along Morgan’s body. The player looked down before letting out a small exhale, as her lips wrapped around his manhood. The water rippled as Tibby lazily sucked on him. Morgan lifted up the book and opened it to the first page.
“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit hole, and that means comfort,” Morgan said as the water around him waved to Tibby’s bobbing kiss.
***
Shafts of sunlight peered through partially open curtains. Groggy eyes opened to the brilliant light and Morgan turned his back to the window. Tibby lay on her side, face nearly buried under the thick blanket. Morgan’s hand snaked under the covers to touch her warm skin. The pale beauty didn’t stir, her breathing normal and serene.
Morgan smiled as he watched her sleep. After the bath, the rest of the night was spent entwining their bodies, not sure where one ended and the other began. Soreness filled the young man, but it was a pleasant pain. The night was a rollercoaster of pain, darkness and lust, but something else beat along Morgan’s heart. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it sent a loving thrill along tired muscles.
Glancing back to the window, a tired thought of going home called out. Seeing Tibby so peaceful caused the player to give her a light kiss on the forehead before slipping out of bed. Standing up, he looked around and noticed her closet. His pants were still covered in sand but he lost his shirt during the night. Stepping over to her closet, he looked at the folded black T-shirts and grabbed one. He knew he would give it back later, he just had to get home without anyone gawking at him.
Picking up his pants, he slid them on, sand pouring onto the floor. Barefoot, he made his way for the bedroom door when something caught his attention on a nearby shelf. Focusing on the small stand, Morgan stepped closer. The players eyes widened a hair before a small smirk stabbed into his cheek.
A small metal stand stood among many books. On it, a small metal bullet was mounted. The end was a little misshapen but the rest of it looked like it was cleaned and buffed. Morgan looked back to Tibby and his heart beat a little faster, not out of fear but out of knowing. The night the two monsters stormed his motel room, he remembered he grabbed the gun from Karen and fired it. One of the monsters took a bullet before it stalked in and punched him to unconsciousness. The pieces fell into place and the player couldn’t contain his wide smile.
Stepping to the bedroom door, he gave one last look back before making a discreet exit. Making his way out of the apartment building and onto the sidewalk, Morgan fished out his cellphone. He couldn’t believe through all of last night, the phone made it through without a scratch. Calling a cab, thirty seconds passed before one showed up and he was on his way home.
The drive was quick and when he reached his street, he stepped out of the cab barefoot and walked to his front door. Inside, he pressed his back to the door and let out a long sigh. Feeling used up and exhausted, the player shed his clothes and made his way to the bedroom.
The curtains were pulled together and the bedroom was dark. A curled mound lay on one side of the bed. Morgan silently crossed the room and slipped into the other side. The mound didn’t move as the player laid on his back. Eye getting heavy, lids closed and Morgan passed out into oblivion.
Dark tentacles and lizard creatures roamed the dreamscape as Morgan ran on all fours like an untamed beast. He growled and chased small animals. A clown walked in a jerky motion, hollow eyes staring at nothing. Another man whimpered while a giant black cat ate at his stomach, pulling out long, wet intestine. Pools of blood rippled while the sky grew dark. Lightning flashed and Morgan roared at the black heavens.
A breeze touched Morgan’s cheek and he slipped from the dreamscape. Eyes opening a hair, something was over him. Blinking, the player looked up to Nikki’s curious gaze as she sniffed at him, her nose wrinkling.
“You smell like blood…and fish,” Nikki said with a stare.
“Good morning,” the player smiled.
Nikki’s ears twitched as she continued to sniff at him, “Not morning. It’s almost six o’ clock.”
“Thank god its Saturday,” Morgan grinned, new life filling his body.
“Where were you last night?” the cat-woman asked before rubbing her head against Morgan’s cheek.
“You wouldn’t believe me,” the player chuckled and scratched at her head.
The doorbell rang, sending a chime through the comfortable home. Morgan threw the blanket aside, grabbed a robe from his closet and tied it closed. With a song in his heart, he left the bedroom. Nikki stayed on the bed, watching him go and licking her lips.
Morgan reached the front door and opened it. The smiles of Mina and David greeted him. The witch and mutant made their way in as Morgan stepped aside greeted them with his own smile.
Mina looked to his robe and then back to Morgan’s smiling face, “Good day?”
“Good night. Spent the day recovering,” Morgan said and closed the door.
David sat down on the couch, his big form nearly taking up most of it. It was easy to notice through the tight shirt that his gut had become rounded and much larger than it was before.
“We thought we’d stop by and give you the news. Plus, I wanted to say I’m sorry.”
Morgan’s brow lifted, “Sorry?”
Mina gave David a warm smile as the purple mutant shifted on the couch, eyes looking down.
“Yea. When you stopped by before, I think I was still wrapped up with Lena and all I could think about was getting her in bed again. I thought about it later and it bothered me that you seemed to need to talk and I wasn’t really there for you,” David managed while giving Morgan nervous glances.
The player’s smile broadened. “It’s okay man. I understand. The game is personal to all of us. I shouldn’t have bothered you.”
David shook his head, “You can come to us any time. Mina helped me to understand that you’re not used to this kind of game. We just want you to have a good time.”
Mina nodded. “David told me what you saw in the backwoods. I did some research at the library and the tablet you saw fits a protection ritual. If you can send me the picture, I can see what else I can find.”
Morgan shook his head, “Thanks but I think it's okay. I’m starting to get the hang of the game and feeling pretty confident. Dating has a been a lot of fun.”
Mina gave a sly grin.
“It’s a bit complicated, but I hope you guys can meet her soon,” Morgan said as he rubbed the back of his head, unsure if he meant Tibby or Anya.
David tried to sit forward but his belly caused him to sit right back. “That brings us to our next bit of news. You know the storm that’s coming to Driftwood Cove? It’s moving a little faster and gathering strength so a bunch of us in the cul-de-sac decided we should have a pre-storm neighborhood party.”
Mina continued, “All businesses will be closed in preparation for the storm so tomorrow night all homes will be open so we can party before it hits. We wanted to let you know and hope your home can be part of the party.”
/> Morgan smiled. “Sounds fun, I’m in.”
David rubbed his belly, “Good. We saw the second story to your home when we walked up. It will be extra places people can party in.”
Morgan’s smile faded as he looked away.
Mina quickly followed up, “Put some tape on a door or lock them to make sure no one enters a place they’re not supposed to.”
Morgan nodded.
“Yea, this storm is a big deal. It’s been all over the news. I think we are going to have a huge turnout. Lena has been busy shopping and some of the neighbors can’t stop talking about it, except for Ricard. No one’s seen him in a while,” David smiled.
“Yea, Sheriff has been looking for him. He told me he may have gone on one of his trips and who knows when he’ll be back,” Morgan grinned.
“Richard’s not here man,” the purple mutant laughed. “At least he won’t be out there telling us all to shut up.”
Mina looked to Morgan, a warmth in her eyes, “You both will be meeting Damian tomorrow.”
Morgan and David watched as pink touched the witch’s cheeks. During their entire friendship, neither had seen her behave as shyly as she was in this moment. Mina had fought with the power and grace of Valkyrie in war, but to become vulnerable before her friends was something she had never done before.
“I’m sure he is a great guy. I’m happy for you,” Morgan said.
“We are happy for you,” David corrected.
Mina simply nodded, a gleam in her eyes.
Morgan’s gaze fell to David’s stomach again, unable to stop looking at it.
David smacked his belly lightly, “Lena feeds me, a lot. No matter how much I exercise, it keeps getting bigger. I may have to go on a diet, after the party tomorrow.”