You make me, he said, closing his eyes and pulling her body close to his, forcing her to feel the hard bulge that grew between them.
Make me yours, she said, her eyelids dropping to half-mast at the feel of the maleness of him.
You already are, he answered.
Then with a swift flip of his fin, they were once again propelled towards the caves, leaving the bright majesty of the sea-born day, a seascape of exquisite delight, and soul stirring splendor, for the glittering future that lay just before them.
And in a deep quiet voice, he added, “Now we become one.”
Chapter Seventeen
Elanna groaned as they broke the surface of the water, sending crystal droplets of salt water flying around them.
Tearing her lips away from his, Elanna took in great drafts of air, filling her lungs, breathing on her own as she held tightly to her man.
He had brought her to another cavern, but this one was closer to the surface and filled with warm, gently lapping water.
“Where are we?” she gasped, as it seemed the blues and purples, the warm colors tangling with the cool colors of the sea, followed them into this room.
Looking up, she saw that there was a dome ceiling with a large oblong hole in the center. From this hole, sunshine—bright, brilliant sunshine—flowed, filling the air with its heat and maintaining a comfortable water temperature.
“My special place,” he answered as he nuzzled the side of her neck, his eyes still dilated and bleary. “No one, not even Amadala, knows of this place. It is my sanctuary.”
“And you brought me here,” she murmured, lifting her head so that he could lap the streams of salt water from her flesh.
“You are my sanctuary,” he answered, gently taking the lobe of her ear between his teeth and nipping.
Elanna moaned and buried both hands in his hair, forcing his gaze to meet hers.
“Your sanctuary is in here,” she whispered, before she sank, chin deep, into the water and placed a kiss upon his heart.
“Elanna,” he breathed, but she quickly moved on to more intriguing things, like his erect nipple just beneath her chin.
Grinning up at him, she took the tender bud between her lips and flicked at it with her tongue.
“Oh!” Storm groaned as he tightened his hold on her. What she was doing was…wondrous! Never had a female touched him there, yet he found it exciting.
“‘Oh’ is right,” she purred as she released his throbbing nipple and placed tiny love bites across his chest. “You taste like salt,” she murmured as she began to lick at the bites, to take away the sting.
“And you are too sweet to be real, hotter than any other woman, and you have legs,” he moaned as her hands began to explore his chest, slipping around his sides to caress his back.
“Really,” she softly said as she pulled herself back up to feast at his lips.
“Let me show you,” he said softly, before his eyes started to glow a bit and the water began to bubble.
Not a rolling boil, but gentle massage bubbles rolled around them, awakening the nerves in their skin.
“Storm,” Elanna gasped as he suddenly reached down and grabbed her legs, pulling them around his waist, exposing her woman’s center to this erotic water play.
“Legs are great,” he responded as he finished wrapping hers around his waist. “But what’s between them is better.”
Fastening her arms around his shoulders, Elanna threw back her head and whimpered as the teasing bubbles hit her sensitive clitoris, stimulating her tenderly as his hands began to roam across her body.
Okay! This was foreplay! This is what her other relationships had been lacking! She shivered and buried her nose in his neck, inhaling his special scent as she rubbed her breasts against the wall of his chest muscle.
“I want to feel you, Storm,” Elanna groaned as his hands cupped her bottom and pulled her tightly to that mysterious bulge that she was so curious about. “Let me.”
Storm eased his grip just enough for her to slip her hand between their bodies. With murmurs of approval, she ran her hands along his chest, stopping to appreciate the slabs of muscles that made up his abdomen, before venturing lower to the rougher skin that melded into his fin.
This was where things were starting to get odd. If Storm were a human male, she would have encountered his pubic bush before reaching his manhood swollen with need. On Storm, she felt his skin change textures before she again felt that pounding bulge. Running her fingers over it got a distinct reaction.
“Elanna!” Storm gasped as he lost control for a moment and sank below the water. He coughed as he sucked in a surprised lungful. His body, unused to such stimulation, was slow to adjust to the environmental change. He quaked with a sudden sharp spear of desire.
“Oh, Storm,” Elanna purred, holding on as if she were riding a bucking…seahorse. “You have a hot button.”
Renewing her attack, she clamped her teeth down onto his neck, just where it met his shoulder, and rubbed that bulge again for good measure.
“You are going to make me disappoint you,” he breathed as he recovered and buried his fingers in her wonderful hair, pulling her face upwards to meet the crushing kiss he forced upon her.
Ever careful of his sharp teeth, Storm nipped at her lips, before plunging his tongue deeply within, as he wished to do with his straining manhood. Her flavor exploded within his mouth, bringing with it a sense of excitement as well as urgency. His human tasted of fire and lightning, and he desired more.
“I need to feel you,” Elanna said again as she broke off the kiss. “I need to know what you feel like.”
Storm groaned as her fingers danced along the slit, threatening to make him explode from the protective opening. His body trembled as his mind began to whirl. He lost control of his power and bubbles began to explode on the surface of the water—hot bubbles, surrounding them in a fizzing heat.
Elanna shuddered and writhed within his grasp as his fingers began to drift and explore her womanhood.
“Creator!” he gasped as his fingers played with her light dusting of hair and her feminine opening from behind. She was wet and not because of the bubbling water. Her body seemed to create this hot slippery substance that coated his fingers and sent his mind reeling with images of himself sinking into that heat. He felt a hard button, that when pressed, caused her to squeal and tense in his arms.
“Storm! Yes!” She moaned at his touch, and Storm, becoming more aroused by her actions, repeated this caress. This had to be the center of her pleasures, he decided, so much different than the Merwomen he had known.
Storm’s caresses were driving her mad; the teasing of the water was driving her mad. This whole erotic game of cat and mouse was driving her mad! Elanna had had enough!
Feeling his opening with her fingertips, she gently but firmly pushed inside and was rewarded with the most velvet softness she had ever felt, surrounding a firm rod of steel.
“Elanna,” Storm gasped as he clamped his lips to hers, stealing her breath, and sinking them below the surface of the waters.
The time for exploration had come to an end. Now it was time to claim the prize. With a groan, Storm let his slit open to her questing fingers and he exploded into her palm.
Elanna gasped at the size of what she was holding! Sting had said something about her fitting, but she wasn’t sure what he’d meant. Now she had an idea!
But he felt too perfect for her to release! She had to squeeze him, enjoying his heat, stroke him, and gasped as he grew thicker in her palm.
He was shaped like any other man that she had handled, only his skin was softer and his head seemed broader. He grew to stunning largeness under her caresses and she wished she could see exactly what he looked like.
But her thoughts began to turn to mush as one of his hands slipped in between their bodies. His fingers rubbed and caressed before easing inside her opening.
“Storm!” Her essences exploded at the sensations of being fille
d, even a little, by him.
She trembled in his embrace as she tangled one hand into his flowing hair. She held on as he began to thrust his fingers deeply into her, preparing her for his taking.
She opened her eyes to see the colors surrounding them—the purples, pinks and greens swirling around them like magic. The dancing bubbles seemed to follow them as his fingers teased and tormented her. She wished that his mouth was not occupied breathing for them, so he could suck on her nipples, adding another dimension to this pleasure, but the bubbles popping along their distended tips as they rubbed against her chest made up for it.
His muscles bunched and tightened as she lifted her legs higher around his waist, an open invitation to initiate her in the ways of underwater love.
Oh, Elanna, female, my true mate, he thought to her from within his mind. If only you could experience what I am feeling right now.
He felt her legs slide higher and felt the crushing need to merge with her.
Helpless in the face of this compulsion, this overwhelming need, Storm lifted Elanna higher and placed the head of his shaft at her opening.
“I love you,” he purred, before he gripped her waist between his hands and lowered her onto him.
Elanna tried to pull away, to scream but incredible waves of pleasure raced over her body. She felt him stretch her opening, felt his heat pump through with a small bit of discomfort that was quickly washed away in the flurry of sensations that swamped her.
Her stomach tightened noticeably as her legs and arms gave way to trembling. Her man was inside of her, pushing deeper, taking possession of her soul.
Then he set up a steady rhythm, undulating his hips backwards and forwards in a constant steady motion. He was so large and still growing within her body, so that every stroke hit all of her pleasure points, sending lightning spiraling up through her body. The constant steady rhythm built tension up in her body she had never felt before! Her nails dug into his back, making him grunt and jerk as he began to spiral out of control.
Thrust and withdrawal, like the ebbing motions of the sea, built and increased in strength. He felt a tingling in his manhood, felt himself sing to the fullest inside of her wet, tight heat! And most wonderful of all, he could open his eyes and see her face, know that he was pleasuring her, experiencing her sexual awakening through her eyes.
Soon it became too much for him to bear; the motions became erratic and spontaneous. No longer did he wonder about her needs. The needs of his own flesh were making themselves known.
With a flip of his fin that drove him deeper inside, he moved them back to the surface of the water, breaking through and tearing his lips away just as she let out a bellow of unprecedented joy. He felt her inner muscles contracting strongly about him.
“Oh my Creator!” he bellowed, as he felt answering waves tear through his body.
Never had Elanna felt those gripping waves of release before, ever!
Her body was not her own! Electric waves shot through the backs of her thighs, making her toes point and her stomach clench as she gritted her teeth and stopped fighting it.
Relief ripped through her body, turning her muscles to mush as she weakly maintained her grip on Storm, felt his tremors and shakes as he faced his own crisis. His eyes rolled to the back and his eyelids fluttered as his sharp teeth clamped onto his bottom lip.
Suddenly his eyes opened wide as the water around them exploded in empathy, sending torrents of rough white water flying towards the ceiling. The air reverberated with the roar of the towering funnels surrounding them, masking the roar that escaped Storm’s throat as he felt his seed explode from his body, to splash inside her warm, giving body.
He buried his face in her neck, overcome as nature exploded around them, as his world narrowed to only her, him and the sea.
Almost as quickly as it had begun the rage inside the cavern ended, leaving Storm weak and drained.
He groaned as Elanna shifted a bit. His sensitive penis still nestled within her, his trembling arms holding her fast to him.
How I love you, he projected, still too weak for actual talk.
How I love you right back, she replied as she wiggled a bit, enjoying the feel of him resting inside her, his heat surrounding her, his strength comforting her.
“What did you say?” Storm suddenly asked, jerking his head up.
“I said I love you back, silly.” Elanna laughed, a new husky, sensual laugh.
“But I didn’t move my lips!” he said, cupping her face gently between his hands.
“You said…”
I love you, he added as he pressed his lips to her mouth, proving that he wasn’t using his voice to communicate with her.
“What is happening?” she asked, eyes wide with wonder as she realized what had taken place.
“I don’t know,” he answered as tears began to fill his eyes. Would the fates be so cruel as to give her these talents when he only had her life’s flame for a short time? “But I am going to find out.”
Chapter Eighteen
“And why are you not witnessing Storm mate with that human?” Amadala asked as Sting popped up in her private cavern.
She had taken to her rooms, licking her wounds, and hiding her face from the world since the council incident.
“Because she left,” he said with a smile.
“She didn’t mate with him? What did the Binder say?”
She raised one pink eyebrow in surprise as she looked over at the dark-haired man.
“Oh, they were joined—the Life Binder saw to that, but we didn’t get to see the mating.”
“What? Long skinny legs not up to your standards?” she sneered, still hurting from what Storm had done to her.
“Oh, they are very lovely, Amadala, but I assume her customs are not like ours. As it is not a custom to put down those who have saved our lives.”
“I didn’t say anything about you, Sting,” Amadala sighed. “For once.”
“I am not referring to myself, nor would I ever seek glory for my own ego. I am referring to the human female, Elanna.”
“Elanna?” Amadala nearly shrieked. “That scale-less creature of a land walker? What did she have to do with anything?”
Amadala narrowed her eyes in anger as she thought of the woman who had ruined her plans. But she softened her look as she gazed at Sting. He wasn’t so bad, she supposed, once she had gotten used to him. And he had saved her life.
“No, Amadala,” he said solemnly. “The only way I could have stopped Storm was to kill him, an almost impossible feat with that power of his.”
“But you stopped him,” she stuttered, eyes wide with shock. “I saw you!”
“I did nothing,” he insisted as he moved closer to her, getting close enough to run his hand across her face, close enough to stare at her with his one uncovered eye. “It was the human who stayed his hand.”
Amadala dropped her head, suddenly filled with shame.
“How?”
“She broke through his madness, Amadala. What were you thinking, bringing the council into this affair? You knew what would happen and yet you deliberately tried to manipulate that man! You know how he feels about them!”
What could she say? Everything Sting said was correct, so she said nothing, just looked into the waters of the sea, her home, the very thing that had been used against her.
“I thought you were this great ruler, Amadala,” Sting continued as he raised one hand to lift her chin, forcing her gaze to his. “I thought I had never known a more fair and just queen. And you are an excellent ruler, except where Storm and your own selfish desires come in.”
“I don’t…”
“You do!” he hissed, becoming angry. “What kind of woman are you? Because you were told to do something, you react just like a spoiled little child! You almost tear a man’s life apart so that you can wiggle out of an obligation. That is not the mark of a good ruler, to use your subjects like pawns. You know who Storm is, and yet he let you dictate to him
for years, giving in to your every whim, until he decided he wanted some happiness of his own! Then you move in and almost shatter his life and his mind! That is not the act of a ruler, Amadala! That is the act of a dictator and a coward!”
“Sting!” Amadala cried out, fear lightening her eyes. “I would never…”
“But you did!” he growled. He released her as if he had touched something repugnant. “But you did.”
Her mouth opened several times, but nothing was said. No words could describe the hurt she now felt.
“I am thinking about withdrawing my suit, Amadala. You are not the woman I thought you were.”
“No!” she fairly screamed as she reached out to take his arm. “No, Sting, no!”
When had he become so important to her? When had he made his way into her heart? When had she become so dependent on his presence, his words, and his impassive face that hid his humor? When did she grow to love him?
“I cannot mate with a woman that I cannot respect, Amadala, and your actions are hateful, selfish, and childish.”
“But I only wanted…”
“Wanted what you decreed was right in your eyes, ignoring the needs of your people. Storm needs to take the throne back.”
“But his mind is broken!” Amadala argued, as she began to grow cold and her body to shake.
“Even broken, he is a better ruler than you, and a better person.”
She drew back as if he’d struck her, and in a way he had. She had always served the needs of her people, but in this one case, she had let her pride stand before her common sense. She had never hurt anyone, until Elanna and Storm, she thought sadly. Maybe Sting was right.
“Don’t say that,” she whispered as her fin began to tingle in a bad way.
“I’ll say it because it is true! I will have to think about taking you to mate, Amadala. I will return with my decision.”
Without a sound, he sank below the surface of the water, leaving the lone woman there.
It was a falsehood that Mermaids could not cry. No one could actually hear those mournful wails or see scalding tears trail down their faces, but they can and do cry.
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