Rive: Little Mermaid Retold (Shadow Immortals MC Book 1)

by Daniela Jackson

  Can’t she see that her naked tits make me nothing more than a hungry animal?

  “Are you angry?” she asks.

  “No.”

  I just fucking want to drive my cock into your every hole. I want to bite your nipples, make them erect. I want to wreck you over and over again. I want to kiss your lips until they’re swollen. I want to bite your neck and leave the marks from my teeth on your skin.

  “You’re watching me like you want to kill me.” She puts her hands on her tail as her fin wiggles.

  “I don’t kill my friends.”

  “So, what do you do with them apart from drinking vodka and groping human women when you visit your favourite pub?”

  Her tail glitters and blurs to be replaced by her perfect legs and my eyes roam over her body. I have only one mermaid friend and I know what I want to do with her. To her.

  I want to do horrible things to her. Dirty things.

  She chuckles as I move closer to her and sit in front of her with my feet tucked under my bottom. My wings appear from my back and the feathers rustle softly as I roam my eyes over her breasts and flick them over her little mound covered with the triangle of dark pubic hair.

  “Your wings are beautiful,” Rive says and folds her hands as if praying. “They have this delicate shimmery aura. Beautiful.” She sighs.

  “You are beautiful,” I say and run the back of my hand down her cheek then rub my thumb against her lower lip. “More beautiful than any other wonder of the world. Absolutely beautiful.”

  I fucking can’t stand it any longer. I need to touch her, kiss her. Fuck her.

  She freezes and her lips part. “What are you doing?”

  I stroke a path down to her cleavage with my hand and cup her breast, weighing it, then I squeeze it roughly. She snorts like a startled fawn and moves back, but I grip her arm and lay her on the ground, crawling on top of her.

  “What are you doing?” she yells and pushes at my chest with her fists.

  “Spread your legs,” I growl.

  “What?”

  “You heard me.”

  Her chin trembles as her eyes flicker like two candles fighting against the wind. “You can’t. You’re an angel.”

  “I can and I will. Spread. Your. Legs.”

  Rive

  He told me to spread.

  So I obey him.

  Then his lips are on mine. My breath stops in my throat and my body becomes taut. My rationality rebels against his body crushing mine, but a strange sensation rolls over me. It’s hot like the sun’s rays on a summer day, tingly like the salt of seawater on my lips. Wonderful. I want this sensation to last forever.

  Kadmiel crushes my lips with his as his tongue thrusts in and strokes mine. The kiss is so wet. So pleasant. I catch a desperate breath as he chuckles into my mouth.

  “You like it, you naughty little mermaid. I know you like it.”

  “It can’t be happening.”

  “It is happening.” His hand runs up and down my outer thigh, and he squeezes my ass cheek, then his fingers slide between our bodies and he touches my mound.

  I gasp. I should escape him, but I can’t. I don’t want to.

  I shouldn’t feel anything, but I do. I feel like a jolt of electricity is coursing through me and I crave more of this shocking sensation.

  “What does it mean?” I squeak.

  Kadmiel holds his weight up on his elbows. “It means that I will fuck you senseless. And then again. And again.” He kisses me tenderly and raises his head as I lick my tingling lips like I have just devoured a jar of honey. “Then you will beg for me to give you more and I will give you more.”

  He plants a kiss on my throat and my body shivers in anticipation. I don’t understand it, at all. My mind screams to stop him, to escape him, but my body craves his like I’m a dry river crossing a desert, a dry river yearning for rainwater. The heat from his touch goes down my chest and centres on my tummy. I crave something I can’t name or I don’t want to name.

  “You see,” he murmurs as he removes his pants and tosses them to the side.

  “We are not allowed,” I murmur.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard and you’re going to enjoy it, Rive.” There is a hint of menace in his voice.

  His hand strokes my breast, fingers pinching my nipple and it hardens at his touch. A moan leaves my mouth. A moan of pleasure. Kadmiel runs his fingers down my chest, touches my mound then spreads my folds.

  “So fucking wet,” he says and growls into my ear. “You’re soaking wet. For an angel.”

  My body feels like it doesn’t belong to me anymore. My skin is on fire, my muscles quiver, and my pussy clenches with need. A primal hunger awakes inside of me, urging me to merge with the man atop me and my folded legs spread even wider.

  Suddenly, my needs and desires crystallise.

  “I want more kissing,” I gasp.

  I want his hot lips to devour mine, to give me more of that tingly sensation making the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

  “I bet you do.” He narrows his eyes as his face turns into a rigid mask.

  “Kiss me, please.”

  I feel the head of his hard cock pushing at my entrance.

  “Tell me to fuck you and there will be more kissing,” he says like he’s gritting his teeth then strokes his cock up and down and lines it up with my entrance back again.

  My mind spins at the sensation of his cock teasing me like this, at the inkling of pain and pleasure. I push my hips against his. Everything is clear to me. I want his big cock inside my pussy.

  “Fuck me, please, Kadmiel.”

  “You’re so naughty, Rive.” He growls deep from his throat, the most primal growl I’ve ever heard.

  His lips are on mine, demanding, almost violating, and I encircle his neck with my arms.

  “I desire you,” I whisper.

  I do. My desire for him is violent like a bad storm, elemental like the oldest volcanoes and dark like the era before humans.

  “I bet you do,” he says into my ear.

  Then he pushes his cock into my pussy, burying his whole length inside me in one thrust.

  I stop breathing. My muscles turn rock hard. A wail escapes my mouth at the agonising pain from his intrusion. I dig my fingers into his neck and bite into his shoulder. A cry wells up inside me, but I’m unable to let it out.

  My pussy feels like I have a heated pole inside, ripping me apart. Like I’m impaled.

  He’s too big.

  My body wasn’t created to take angels.

  The pain claws me, paralyses me, and creeps into my every cell. I see blackness in front of my eyes.

  Chapter 9

  Kadmiel

  She emits a cry, a mermaid cry, low-pitched, desperate, as her body shakes beneath mine. I pin her down with my weight so she won’t jerk her body away. So she won’t escape me.

  Her hot tight cunt clamps around my cock and my sense of control fades. It’s never been this good. I’ve had a few hundred women over my long life, princesses, peasant girls, virgins, married women, but now, they’re just nameless shadows to me, the particles of meaningless dust I’ve blown away. Rive is like eternal fire, like the ultimate bliss. Unforgettable. Unique. All mine. The tightest pussy I’ve ever had, waking the ultimate hunger inside of me.

  Being with her for the first time will burn into my memory and mark me forever, mark me as hers.

  “It hurts,” Rive sobs. “Burns.” Her face is snow-white; droplets of sweat glitter on her forehead like beading and a few shine under her nose.

  “I know, baby.” My hand grips the back of her neck as my body crushes hers.

  She’s a little mermaid. Mermaids were not designed to take angels. My dick is too big for her. Yet, that thought only makes me more ravenous for her.

  “I can’t stop, Rive.”

  “I know,” she murmurs.

  “I fucking can’t stop.”

  “I... know...” It sounds like a ghost’s whisper. “D
on’t stop.” Her lower lip trembles and tears trickle from her eyes.

  “Tell me to fuck you,” I rasp.

  She inhales deeply and trembles.

  “Tell me,” I growl.

  “Fuck me, Kadmiel, please.”

  “Tell me to fuck you hard.”

  “Fuck me hard, Kadmiel, please. I want it hard.” Her hand rests against my cheek. “I want you.”

  That’s all I need to know.

  My arm travels under her knee, and I pull it up as my body moves against hers and I go deeper into her. She arches her neck back as her eyes flutter.

  “It’s so fucking good with you, Rive.”

  It is. Like every stroke of my dick against her channel brings me the ultimate bliss. I’m on the brink just being inside her tight cunt, just breathing her in.

  I cover her mouth with mine as my tongue slips in, searching for hers. I kiss her ragged breath and her cry then raise my head.

  She looks at me with her hazy eyes, her ankles crossing on my back. She strokes my cheek and wraps her arms around my neck.

  “Don’t stop,” she gasps.

  I move my hips against hers and fuck her. Her body rocks beneath mine as I thrust into her harder. Faster. I’m elemental like my hunger for her. I’m claiming her, taking possession of her, making her mine forever.

  Giving her pain.

  But she takes this pain willingly.

  Her body softens beneath mine, catches the rhythm with mine.

  “Good?” I ask.

  “Good,” she gasps. “I can see you.”

  “I know.”

  This is only for her. I’ve never given myself to any other woman, but I want to give myself to Rive. She can see my true being, the essence of me. She’s got the whole of me.

  “You are beautiful,” she murmurs then closes her eyes and throws her arms over her head. I put my palms on the ground and lock my elbows, deepening my thrusts, picking up the pace and watching my mermaid’s face. Her pain turns into pleasure. Her folded legs spread wide and she yields herself to me.

  I can see her too, the essence of her, the green shimmery light of her soul. She’s pure love. I’m nothing without her.

  I fuck her relentlessly, our bodies slapping against one another, every stroke of my cock against her cunt sending a jolt of electricity to my toes. Rive starts moaning, her hands seeking something to hold on so I lace my fingers with hers, pounding into her until she thrashes in satisfaction. Her inner walls contract around me, pushing me over the edge and violent pleasure rolls over me. I empty myself inside her. I thrust into her three more times, wrenching in my pleasure and filling her up with my come.

  I collapse on her, but I don’t pull my cock out of her. I haven’t finished yet. We kiss and I steal away her breath, devour her groans. Immobilise her body under mine. She’s still shaking in the aftermath of her ecstasy.

  She yelps as my cock awakes inside her and I rearrange our bodies so I sit with my knees splayed and she sits on top of me, impaled on my stiff length. I hook her under the arms, supporting her limp body.

  “Rive,” I demand. “Look at me, baby.”

  She opens her eyes and moans, arching back as I move her up and down on my cock. She’s so tight. Deliriously tight.

  “Breathe,” I say. “Breathe and let me pleasure you.”

  “It’s too much,” she says with a breathless exhale.

  “No, it’s not too much.”

  I move her slowly up and down, grinding her bottom against my groin. Her stomach flutters as my cock goes deeper and deeper inside her. Her moans turn into a raspy crescendo as her elbows fold and her fingers roll into fists. Droplets of sweat form a thin stream trickling down her cleavage. Her heels dig into the sand.

  I can sense her urgent need for release so I move her faster. Her muscles become taut as her head drops back, exposing her throat. Her breathing accelerates, waving her breasts. She digs her fingers into my shoulders and screams her satisfaction as I come just after her. My head fills with a white mist and I lie on my back, sheltering Rive’s trembling body with my arms. Her chest presses against mine and her breath puffs on my pec. My cock slips out as I roll on my side and lay her on my wing, covering her with the other. I want to fuck her again but she needs to rest otherwise she’ll pass out.

  My nostrils fill with the smell of blood. Her virginal blood. My primal part growls with contentment.

  I have just claimed her like a wolf or dragon and she’s limp in my arms. A very fucking rewarding feeling.

  Rive

  His kisses wake me up. The rumble of lightning makes me shudder.

  “It’s just a storm,” Kadmiel murmurs into my ear and grazes along my jaw line.

  His hand strokes my breasts, and I feel his hard cock throbbing against my ass. Two droplets of rain splash against my forehead as the electrified still air warns of the upcoming fury of the skies.

  The ominous bright greyness floats low above us as a snap of lightning crosses it once again. Kadmiel rolls me on my back and moves on top of me. My hazy brain demands sleep but his impatient hands demand that I’m awake and spread for him.

  “Rive, look at me.”

  I obey him.

  He folds my legs and drives his cock into my pussy. There is pain, burning, pulsating, then stinging as my body struggles to accommodate his size. There is a violent hunger sharpening his face, a fierce blaze in his eyes that will consume me, but that’s what I want.

  A gust of the wind ruffles my hair and cools my skin. The power of the sea waves crashing against the shore calls to my mermaid, tempting me with the promise of wild freedom. The cock stretching my pussy is tempting me more. It’s tempting me with the promise of the ultimate bliss, of the fire that will incinerate me and bring me back.

  Kadmiel puts his hands on the ground at either side of my head and locks his elbows. His hips move against mine at a steady pace, his face like that of a warrior facing an enemy. Darkness pervades his gaze.

  He stops thrusting, pulls out and turns me on my stomach, driving his cock into my pussy from behind. I gasp at the pain from his powerful thrusts then pleasure starts building in my core. I feel him.

  I know what he is. He is violence and punishment. He is a soldier without roots, darkness and light, eternity and one second, a piece of rock smacked by winds and storms, the exhale of high mountains, the fire of sunrise. A hollow yearning for me. He is pure love for me as I am pure love for him. I’m his peace. I’m his salvation. I’m his freedom.

  My body sways as he thrusts deeper and deeper into me. The droplets of the rain shower me, thick and tickling, icy cold against the fever of my skin. My being craves mermaid form, but I’m connected to Kadmiel, rooted by his cock moving inside of me and I can’t turn into a mermaid. All the sensations create a powerful mix. Every stroke of Kadmiel’s cock sends a jolt, a hint of bliss throughout my body. That bliss-like sweet torture mingles with burning pain. Every raindrop sends a tingle across my skin. I rise towards the universe, blending with its mystery, exploding like a supernova.

  I hear Kadmiel moaning as his body trembles against mine. He pushes his cock deep inside me and I feel it twitch and fill me up with his come. Then he holds my chin and I feel his lips on my lips and his chest against my back. His cock slips out. He holds his weight up on his elbow and strokes my head as my legs fuse and turn into a mermaid tail.

  “That’s fucking weird,” Kadmiel says, turning me on my back.

  I pat his nose with my fingers and my tail wiggles. “I’m a mermaid.”

  The wind grows in strength as he spreads his wings to shelter me under them.

  “You are my wife,” he says firmly, his fingers stroking a path down my temple, across my cheek and along my throat.

  “You can’t marry a mermaid.”

  “I take you as my wife. I take you to be mine forever in this moment.”

  My heart skips a beat as something stabs me like a dagger. I groan and press my hand against my chest. I feel Kadmiel with my
whole being, his love for me that’s hot and dangerous like fire, his rage and ruthlessness when he kills demons, his joy of having me that’s fresh and light like a spring day.

  “You are my wife,” he rasps. “And I am your husband.” This is a vow and my whole being is chained to his.

  “I love you, Kadmiel. I give you my mermaid love in this moment.”

  It feels like the whole universe has stopped for a split second to watch us. Like my soul is blending with Kadmiel’s. Strength and the absolute clarity of my feelings for him pervade every molecule of my being. I’m his for eternity. That’s what I want. That’s what I’ve wanted since the moment our glances met for the first time. Nothing and nobody can break our vows and our bond; nothing and nobody can take our love from us, not even death.

  Kadmiel chuckles then pulls me into his embrace and we roll towards the shore, kissing. We’re kissing and kissing like there is not enough of me for him and not enough of him for me. The madness of kissing. The joy of kissing. The violent euphoria of our love for each other and its undying power. The peace of our certainty.

  “I can tell you off if you’re naughty,” I gasp. “I’m your wife, right?”