"You set those two on the human population of a pub? What the hell will they do to the bloke who pulls them?" I felt almost sorry for their prey.
Vanessa laughed. "I don't know what they'll choose to do to him, but I suspect he'll be in for an interesting night. Hopefully he'll survive it." She pulled her hand away from me, kissing my lips. "Now, let's watch the end of this movie you like so much and then we can do something else, if you'd like."
God help the bloke those girls picked tonight, I thought, then shifted my thoughts to pleasanter subjects as Vanessa cuddled up to me again.
54. Laila
I pressed my back to one side of the door frame and my toes to the other, watching them. More correctly, watching Estella, as I'd promised I would. When I returned to the deeps, I would be a Watcher, like my mother, so she could not ask for a better companion.
She gave a loud squeal and I looked more intently at what her male companion had done to provoke such a response. He had one hand between her legs and possibly inside her, too, judging from the squelching sounds. His mouth was fastened over one of her round breasts, evidently sucking. Her hands were kneading his back and her head was thrown back, her eyes closed but her mouth lifted in a smile, so I assumed she still derived enjoyment from his attentions.
I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a little.
"You know, you can join them, if you're bored," a voice said. "He won't mind."
I tore my eyes from the bed to see a human who looked identical to the one pleasuring Estella, standing behind me. I looked from one to the other, wondering if all humans looked so alike.
He looked like he understood my confusion. "My brother Dan, you've met. I'm Dave. We're twins."
"I don't remember seeing you earlier in the pub, or in the house when we arrived," I replied, warily.
He shrugged. "I'm studying for end of semester exams. I was in my room." He jerked his chin toward his brother's room. "He should be studying for exams, too, but he said he wanted to go to the pub for a break." He looked at me. "I'm taking an hour's break, too." He settled against the passage wall beside me.
"Yes!" squealed Estella, louder than ever. Dan appeared to have moved his mouth from one breast to the other, his spare hand squeezing her right breast. Her nipple glistened wetly between his fingers.
I squinted at his hand between Estella's legs, trying to work out precisely what he was doing to excite her so much. Some of his fingers appeared to be sliding slowly in and out of her, whilst others rubbed against the lips between her legs. Which motion made her writhe in such pleasure, or was it a combination of the two?
"Did you want a beer or something?" Dave offered.
I shook my head, not shifting my gaze from the bed. "I promised her I wouldn't leave her alone. She was a little nervous." I could see Dan press down on Estella with his thumb, moving it only slightly, eliciting a long squeal from her.
"Oh." Dave paused. "It's not like he's going to hurt her or anything. I don't think she'd notice if we left."
I did not reply. Estella lifted her back off the bed a little, pushing her breasts higher. The movement was mesmerising, particularly as she was now breathing hard.
The man beside me was silent, whilst the couple on the bed were not.
Dan took his mouth from her breast and began murmuring, "Come on baby, come on baby…" in a litany that punctuated Estella's frantic panting. After some minutes, she let out another loud squeal, longer than before. Dan had removed his underwear and was easing his way between her legs before she was done squealing, her breasts and her face hidden from my sight by his hairy back.
Her hands closed on his equally hairy behind, pushing on it as though she wanted him deeper inside her. I did not find such copious dark hair attractive. I shuddered delicately.
"Your sister's pretty noisy," Dave said, poking his head through the doorway. His eyes were fixed on the bed as much as mine.
"She's not my sister. She's my best friend," I responded. My best friend was now making little yelps at each thrust of the hairy bottom. One yelp ended with a gasp, a few more thrusts, before yet another loud squeal. Estella was definitely enjoying her hairy human.
"Friend, then." He paused, shifting back into the passage so the couple were out of his sight. "You know, I'm better in bed than he is." He sounded offhand.
"Can you make me squeal like that?" I blurted out wistfully, as I caught sight of Estella's blissful expression.
He pushed off the wall and shifted to stand close beside me. He looked at me for a moment, before he replied, "You don't look like you'd squeal at all. But I could make you want to."
I looked up at him, expectantly. "All right, then."
He looked flustered. "Well, we'll need to get you out of your knickers, at least." He reached slowly under my skirt and I made no move to stop or otherwise hinder him.
I felt his hand on my skin. "Fuck!" he said, dropping to his knees. "You're not wearing any!"
I edged the hem of my dress up, the stretchy fabric keeping it in place around my waist. "No."
He looked up at me. "Are you sure you don't want to lie down for this?"
I shrugged. He pressed my hips against the wall and put his face between my legs.
Oh, fuck!
My knees went weak and became difficult to control. I couldn't focus on anything else, other than what he was doing with his tongue. I heard him laugh.
Dave was correct. When the time came, I did not squeal – I made a sound more like a low moan. I heard Estella giggle at me, but the happy sound only made me smile more.
"My turn?" At the sound of his voice, I opened my eyes. He had his pants off, his stiff appendage ready for action. "A blow job, or would you like me to stick it somewhere else?"
Now it was my turn to be flustered. I didn't understand and I didn't much care. "I want to be able to watch my friend still. What would you like?"
"Me?" Dave sounded gleeful. "I'd like to do you from behind, doggy-style, with you down on your hands and knees."
I assumed the position he described, facing Estella. Whilst I had been distracted, she and Dan had changed position. Now she sat astride him, leaning forward, facing me. Her sweet, round breasts glistened with perspiration, bouncing with each thrust of his hips. The joyful smile on her face said it all as her eyes met mine. She lifted her head, squeezing her eyes shut, as she squealed, "Oh yes!"
I felt the man slide in from behind me and thrust his way to his own groaning release, but it did little for me, aside from leave a sticky, wet mess behind. I envied Estella, as she bounced her way to another squealing climax. Presumably the human she rode enjoyed the experience, too, for he kissed her with considerable passion afterwards, requesting a repeat performance, which is more than his brother had of me. Dave disappeared after his hour break was over and did not emerge from hiding to farewell us when Estella and I had arranged our clothing to cover us once more.
It was Estella's squeals that rang in my mind from that night, as she endlessly reached yet another climax with Dan on the bed, her breasts bouncing in a happy rhythm in my head.
55. Joe
"Come on, sweetheart, I have your bag packed. Just get your socks and shoes on and we can go," Vanessa called from the kitchen.
"I can't find the pink ones, Mummy, and I have to have the PINK ones!" Marina shouted back from her bedroom.
Vanessa looked at me. "Can you get some socks for her? She has blue and pink sneakers – you can tell her blue or white will still work with that." She returned to putting lipstick on in the mirror on the wall.
I managed to persuade Marina to wear white socks with pink hearts on them, after considerable effort, before she'd agree to put the things on.
"Okay, we're all ready then?" Vanessa asked, standing with her keys in hand.
Marina struggled into her school backpack. "Yes, Mummy."
I dropped my voice low so they wouldn't hear me. "What about the crazy girls? Are you going to leave them here on their own? Will the
house still be standing?"
Nessa laughed. "I'm sure they'll be fine. They'll both sleep for a while, I suspect, and they can fend for themselves well enough. They had a very tiring night." Her smile spoke volumes that she wasn't going to say.
I wanted to ask, but decided I didn't need to know. If the bloke had ended up dead, it'd be in the news by now, unless they'd dumped the body really well. "Okay," I replied.
We all headed out to the garage, me to the ute and the ladies to the Mazda. I kissed both my beautiful girls goodbye.
"Have fun at school, sweetheart. And don't let the screaming sea cucumbers get to you, Nessa," I called, getting into my ute.
"I will!" chirped Marina.
Nessa smiled. "They don't scream any more, Joe. I hum a little song when the children first come in and it's amazing how well-behaved they are. I haven't lost a single one to the children since." She laughed. "And the researchers are surprisingly cooperative if I show up to a meeting singing under my breath."
She pulled out of the driveway before me, both of them waving, as I tried to decipher what she'd just said. Oh shit, yeah, she'd said she could control a roomful of people just by singing. It looked like she'd infiltrated the Australian government with a vengeance and a song. I wondered what would happen if the mermaids wanted to take over the world.
If Vanessa wanted it, then she would, and I couldn't stop her. Good thing she was happy with me.
I started the engine and headed to my first electrical job of the day.
56. Laila
Estella came in, looking thrilled. "I'm going to see Dan again tonight, we'll have dinner and go back to his place afterwards."
I looked hard at her. She didn't move as I had after my first joining – she didn't look as if she was in pain at all. Perhaps she simply hid it well.
"You should wait until the pain from the first time subsides before you permit him inside you again," I told her. "Even if it delays our time here, I can't bear the thought of him hurting you again."
Estella giggled. "He didn't hurt me. He did plenty of other things to me and I'm hoping to try some of those again tonight, after dinner." She looked at me in concern. "Did you…your first time…oh no! You missed that lesson, you were already in the Atlantic…" She stumbled over to hug me tightly. "Oh Laila, that would have been terrible for you!"
I hugged her back, her sympathy a balm that meant more to me than anything anyone else had said. I felt tears form and flow. "It was at first, but it wasn't all bad. Some of the men gave me pleasure, like the one last night." I wiped the tears away with my hand.
She looked aghast. "More than one man hurt my dearest friend? Oh that's barbaric! I missed you so much that lesson. If I'd known…"
I sniffled and tried to smile. "What lesson did I miss? Another with Teacher Darma telling us how we must behave on land?"
Estella took my hands. "No, it wasn't that at all. She was telling us how to avoid pain and she gave us homework…"
My smile was watery, but it was there. "I would have liked to have learned that lesson before I climbed aboard a freighter in the Atlantic."
"It wasn't the lesson so much as the homework. She gave us all these dolphin-shaped things she called 'dildos' and suggested we experiment with them, either alone or with a partner, over the course of the week." Estella squeezed my hands. "Oh, I missed you so much that week!"
I felt sad that she'd had to choose a partner for a lesson activity and I had not been there to help. "Did you…" I began, not sure I wanted to know who she had chosen to partner with in my absence. I would resent the time she'd spent with the other girl, when she had wanted me.
"Did I?" Estella smiled. "Of course, dearest. You know I always do what I'm told. And it worked – no pain on land!"
I was wistful. "I could have done with one of your dildos, then, when I was far from home. What are they and what do you do with them?"
Estella looked thoughtful. "Elder Sirena mentioned that she had procured some for us, if we needed them. Would you like to see?" She led me back to our shared room.
Once there, she started opening drawers until she found what she was looking for. She pulled a long package out and held it up. "That's exactly what we were given!"
I took the box from her and examined the object inside. There was a picture of a smiling dolphin on the outside and it was shaped like an elongated dolphin, but neither was a very good representation of a marine mammal. It was too long.
I removed the object from the packaging and held it up. "It looks like a sea cucumber with pseudopods extended, or a nudibranch." The whole thing wobbled. "Or maybe a little like a misshapen man's appendage…" Realisation dawned. "Is that what it's supposed to be for?"
Estella laughed. "I have to go meet Dan now, but maybe later I'll show you what you can do with it. Have a play with it whilst I'm gone." She kissed my cheek and left.
I flicked the dildo again and it wobbled. Why in water would I need a floppy, misshapen man's appendage?
57. Joe
"There's something wrong with the lobsters in the US," I called to Nessa, my eyes on the newspaper.
Nessa stopped wiping the bench and came closer. "What's happened?"
"Apparently they're dying in huge numbers in the Gulf, wherever that is, and up just past Florida," I said, trying to read more so I could tell her. "The prawns, too. Some disease, but no one knows where it came from. They're saying it's bioterrorism." I looked at it again. "Kind of like anthrax for lobsters and prawns, or something."
Vanessa held her hands out for the newspaper. "Milky haemolymph, I'll bet," she murmured, scanning the page.
"Milky what?" I asked, wondering how in hell she knew this stuff.
"Milky haemolymph syndrome. It's a bacterial disease that kills crustaceans – lobsters, prawns, crabs, crayfish. We don't have it here and I hope we don't get it…" Vanessa looked worried. "I wonder where it came from?"
I shrugged. "Apparently, terrorists."
Vanessa shook her head, still looking worried. "Something tells me the Atlantic sisters have something to do with this. Oh, I hope they didn't…" She shook her head and changed topic completely. "The lobster prices will go through the roof. The fishing industry here will clean up."
"What?" I asked.
"If there aren't any lobsters, prawns or crabs being fished out of US waters, then ours will be worth more. I'll keep an eye on it – but I think a few years of fishing at a time like this would be a lucrative investment. I'd be able to fund any research I want, if we take advantage of this." Vanessa looked determined, but to do what, I didn't know.
58. Laila
I threw the plastic pregnancy test into the round bin and lay on the small bed, wondering why I felt so empty when I had accomplished all I was sent to do. I had done my duty. I had conceived a child with a human and I could carry my doom home with me to take up the destiny my mother had decided for me. The destiny I didn't want.
I heard the click as Estella's negative test landed on top of mine. She looked down at me in sympathy with her sweet smile. "I would take your burden from you, if I could, dearest."
I shook my head. "You don't want that. A lifetime of Council meetings, the responsibility for our whole people on your shoulders? I would not wish it on you."
Estella darted quickly out of the room and returned within a few moments, a bowl in her hand.
"I know how to cheer you up," she said with a smile.
I stared at the white ceiling, moulded into shapes of leaves and flowers at the joins. "What would cheer me up is if the Elder's consort had succumbed to my song to join with you on our first night and given you a child so that we could now return home."
Estella laughed and set the bowl down. "I do not. Grandmother explained to me that sung humans are somnolent, reducing their skill and the pleasure they can provide. She sang her consort to sleep once out of necessity and it took her half a night to rouse him before he was any use to her." She selected something from the bowl and transfe
rred it to her mouth. It was so small that I couldn't see what she held. "I'm quite enjoying the delay, even if it means I must join with a human who is less skilled than the Elder's consort. Dan is skilled enough with sufficient simple instruction to give me some pleasure, every night. I think I may even miss him when the tests are positive."
I sat up and looked at her, unsure whether she was serious or in jest. Estella smiled at me.
She shifted the small bowl of raspberries from the bedside table to her lap, so that I could see the frosted red fruit. She popped them into her mouth, one at a time, savouring them before swallowing. "As for the Elder's consort, she told me she has never met his like in all her life, nor known one of the gift who has. A true consort must come willingly, for there is no honour in controlling such a rare, skilled man. He must be both eager and inspired, awake to the possibilities, able to support and excite – an irresistible man in every respect. She put it very succinctly in human – 'I like a man with spirit who also knows what to do with it.' She told me he even had the strength to resist her for a time, though I find it hard to believe."
"Perhaps she was joking. I do not believe he could." I looked longingly as Estella, who had certainly inherited her grandmother's attraction for humans. The human she'd chosen in the pub was her willing partner, any night she cared to name. Last night she had not returned 'til morning and I'd slept in our room alone. The human I had joined with had made no attempt to contact me, to my relief. I was fortunate that our joining had already resulted in the child I now carried and no further sticky encounters were necessary.
She giggled. "And we thought we could tempt him when even Elder Sirena found him a challenge." She came over and sat close beside me. "You are not too unhappy, waiting for me to conceive a child, too? You could return home without me."
I felt bereft at the thought of leaving without her. "I am content to wait and watch. Elder Sirena has not yet given me permission to return home." I had not yet asked her, either.
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