theprincessofisca_GEN

by Michelle Hoppe

  The touch of his finger on her clit sent a shockwave rolling from deep inside.

  “Yes, you want me to stop?” Dylan’s voice seemed to float in front of her.

  “No,” Valerie moaned. “I… mean… yes.”

  She could feel the moisture gush as his finger slipped inside her pussy.

  “Then I’ll stop.” Dylan withdrew his finger.

  “No,” Valerie pleaded. “Don’t. Please.”

  Dylan took her in his arms, his lips kissing her face, her neck, and along her jaw line. His hands moved freely over her body, his leg pressed between hers, spreading them to allow him more access to her exposed skin. The thong she wore did nothing to prevent his easy entry.

  Valerie felt his fingers slip past her clit and slide easily into her pussy, driving up hard against the front of her vagina. The pressure of his fingertips, rubbing circles around the nub of her G-spot sent shivers down her spine, making it impossible to stand without his support. White-hot flames leapt in front of her eyes as a rush of desire swept over her body.

  “So wet for me,” Dylan purred, his fingers continuing to tease her pleasure point, his lips drank in the taste of her skin and Valerie felt herself slipping into the throes of passion. Her nipples hardened, pressing against the soft cotton fabric of her blouse as she clung to his neck with her hands. Her head fell back, exposing her throat to his teeth and Dylan was quick to take advantage, nibbling along the soft flesh below her ear.

  “I’m going to make you come, babe. I want to feel your body tremble in my arms.”

  Intense heat surged through Valerie’s veins, her stomach muscles clenching in an effort to restrain the flood of desire beating down her body. Valerie opened her mouth to scream as the orgasm exploded from deep inside, coating Dylan’s fingers with come.

  He continued to massage the inside of her pussy, pushing deeper, before pulling out to circle her clit, only to plunge back inside again.

  “Yes, love. Let go. Ride the waves of pleasure.”

  Valerie’s muscles contracted against his fingers, trying to hold them in place, but with each outward pull of his digits, her muscles lost the battle. Her body quivered as he again thrust. This time more fingers entered her pussy, stretching it as they sought to spread against her walls. Soft cries of pleasure rose from somewhere inside her and her hips pumped against his hand without effort or command from her brain. The veil of need took control of her body and Valerie felt herself slipping into a secret place, where every fiber of her being was awake and singing.

  “Again, babe. Come for me again.”

  The shock of his mouth closing over her nipple through the material of her blouse was Valerie’s undoing. The orgasm rocked through her body like a high voltage current through a power line. Sweat covered her skin, and animal sounds poured from her lips. Dylan’s mouth still sucked her breast. His fingers were buried deep in her pussy, locked in place by muscles now tightly coiled around them.

  Valerie hung there, suspended as if weightless on his hand, unable to control all the sensations crisscrossing along her spine. Part of her wanted to fall to the soft grass beneath her feet, but that would cause his lips and hands to lose contact with her skin.

  Something she wasn’t ready to accept.

  Dylan must have sensed her need and, without effort, lowered her body to the ground, kneeling on the grass between her legs. He didn’t allow time for her body to feel its loss as he pushed the fabric of her shirt up to allow his lips access to her nipples without a barrier. His mouth was hot and wet as he sucked her nipple past his teeth.

  Valerie once again felt his fingers enter her pussy and lifted her hips to drive them deep. Pumping against his hand, she forced his fingers in and out faster and faster. Her head arched back. Her mouth opened, a cry pouring from deep within. “Yes, Dylan. Yes.”

  Planting her feet flat, Valerie lifted her hips higher, slamming against the quick slide of his fingers, filling her pussy as deep as they would go.

  “Oh, God,” she screamed as the muscles of her calves began to shake. Dylan’s teeth bit into the soft flesh of her areola. Another scream shattered the black of the night and Valerie soared over the edge of pleasure. Her climax crashed like the incoming waves on the beach only yards away from where she lay writhing with orgasm.

  The pressure of his teeth on her breast drove her wild with pleasure. The bliss of release gave wings to her thoughts. Lost in a space Valerie had never experienced before, she slipped into a void, floating above her body, watching as Dylan slowed his movements and released his hold on her nipple.

  *

  Her climax rolled on, Dylan’s fingers held in place by the tightly gripping muscles of her pussy. He nibbled down her chest, knowing the small bites would increase the intensity of her release. Her body quivered under him and his fingers swam in come.

  Dylan kissed his way down her belly. Valerie’s breath came in short gasps. Small moans of pleasure still escaped her lips. Pulling his fingers from her pussy, Dylan tugged on the fragile lace of her thong, ripping the flimsy material from between her legs. Dylan shifted his body, stretching flat on his stomach, his mouth close to her mons, his fingers pressed against her lower thigh to keep her legs up and spread. “I’m not done, baby.”

  “Please.”

  That was all she said. Please. “I want to taste you, babe.”

  “No,” she rasped, “I can’t take…” Her words trailed off as another spasm rolled along her flesh.

  “I’ve only begun.”

  He could smell the musk of her come. See glistening pearl drops on her shaved skin. With a flick of his tongue Dylan licked her clit.

  Valerie bucked her hips, driving his mouth against her opening. Dylan plunged his tongue past her pussy lips, licking as far as he could reach. His hands pushed hard against her thighs, lifting her ass off the ground slightly.

  Sucking her clit into his mouth, Dylan slowly pulled it in and out, his tongue licking the tip.

  Valerie let out a muffled scream. Her fingers dug into the earth at her side, tearing grass from its roots.

  Dylan continued rapid flicks of his tongue on her clit, swirling around and over the tight little nub, dipping into her pussy and pulling back out. Again, and again he danced with his tongue.

  “Dylan,” Valerie screamed. “I’m coming.”

  Her clit throbbed against his lips, pulsing with need. He continued to suck it in and out, his hands holding her legs in place as she tried to stretch them straight to relieve the pressure building in her body.

  Dylan felt her orgasm start. Her body shook against his mouth. Her ass lifted off the ground and words were torn from her throat. “It’s coming. Oh God, it’s coming.”

  Her come hit his tongue and Dylan licked at the inside of her pussy, taking it into his mouth.

  “You taste so sweet, babe.”

  Valerie rolled her body to the side, trying to free her legs from his hold.

  Dylan lowered her thighs, letting her legs come together as pearls of perspiration beaded on her skin. He moved to cover her body with his. “You’re so beautiful, Valerie. I could make love to you all night.”

  Valerie kissed his lips but didn’t speak.

  Dylan held her close, cherishing the gift she’d given him.

  * * * *

  “Valerie?” Tracee hissed as her body spun away from the couple laid out in the grass, bodies entangled together. “What the fuck is going on?” She’d seen enough to know her friend was doing more than heavy petting.

  Groans of surprise sounded behind her, bodies quickly standing up, clothes being adjusted, and gentle coughing. Tracee knew Dylan and Valerie were again two separate bodies. She felt a hand on her shoulder, fingers biting into her flesh. “Ouch.”

  “Why’d you…” Valerie started to whisper.

  Spinning around on her friend, Tracee let loose. “Damn it, Val, what the hell did you expect me to do? It’s been an hour and you were nowhere to be found. Of course, I came to look for you.
”

  “I’m fine.” Valerie again kept her voice at a whisper.

  Tracee glanced at Dylan before continuing. Damn it, Val’s parents would have a royal fit if they ever found out about this. “Don’t do that fine thing with me, Val. You’re walking a dangerous line here and…” Tracee lost patience. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

  “Having the best damned orgasm of my life,” Valerie yelled.

  “Great, tell the entire fucking club, why don’t you?”

  “Why shouldn’t I?”

  Dylan seemed to regain the use of his muscles. He quickly closed the gap between himself and Valerie. “She’s not a child, Tracee. This isn’t your concern.”

  “Like bloody hell it’s not my concern, Dylan. You’re leaving in the morning and,” Tracee sputtered, “and you’re using her.” Tracee felt hot anger surge through her veins.

  “Actually, I’m not leaving,” Dylan announced calmly.

  Tracee watched a look of surprise flash across Val’s face. “Say what?” she demanded.

  “You heard me. I’ve decided to stay on St. Kitts a few more weeks.”

  Valerie looked up into Dylan’s eyes. “Why?” The words came out with a soft gasp.

  “You,” Dylan responded. Just one word and Valerie melted against him.

  “Oh, for Christ’s sake, Val, get a grip.” Tracee spat the words, staring into the unblinking eyes of Dylan. “We’re going home. Now.”

  Tracee didn’t wait for Valerie to respond. She simply took her wrist and yanked her away from Dylan’s body. Pulling Valerie behind her, Tracee headed toward a gate leading from the club’s garden to the beach. Without effort, Tracee pushed Valerie through the opening before rounding on Dylan one last time. “Go home, Dylan. Val isn’t your plaything.”

  Tracee didn’t wait for an answer, nor did she give Dylan time to formulate one.

  Taking Valerie by the hand, she ran down the beach, pulling her friend along behind her. Once they were out of sight of the club, the night dark around them, Tracee turned toward the incoming waves.

  As the warm water licked her toes, Tracee stopped to look at Valerie. “We’re going home.”

  “I don’t want to go home.”

  “I don’t give a shit what you want, Val. I can’t believe you let him—”

  Valerie’s eyes flashed. “What’s wrong with finding a little pleasure before my parents marry me off to some old, wrinkled, rich—”

  “Oh, stop it. You know damned well your parents won’t do that.”

  “You haven’t seen some of our recent dinner guests,” Valerie yelled, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

  Tracee felt the pressure of the water against her lower calf, and started to remove her clothes, placing them in a small net bag she’d pulled from her pocket. The tide was coming in and soon the sun would be peeking over the top of Mt. Liamuiga. “Okay, so you’ve got a reason to be upset. Right now we need to get out of here. Get undressed. We’ll go to my house.”

  Valerie’s smile was weak, but she shook her head in acceptance. After stripping naked, both girls turned toward the open ocean and without further words, dove headfirst into the oncoming waves.

  Tracee tingled as the water closed over her, the tug of the outgoing wave pulling her further from shore. With a mighty kick of her legs, she propelled herself forward.

  The air in her lungs pushed against her chest and her eyes stung from the salt water.

  Without thought, Tracee continued to swim, her head never breaking the surface of the water. Further and further from shore she swam. Soon, her body shook from a lack of oxygen, the pounding in her lungs increasing. Just when she felt herself slipping into a black void, she opened her mouth and took in great gulps of water. It slid past her tongue, salty, flowing down her throat and out the gills that opened on the side of her neck. The next kick of her leg muscles propelled her forward with greater speed as a tail fluke now encased them.

  The salt water no longer stung her eyes. A fine membrane slid into place to shield them. Tracee’s metamorphosis to Mer was complete. She became a part of the ocean world.

  Her ability to use human language also disappeared with the transformation.

  Instead she issued a series of clicks, whistle sounding squeaks, and haunting musical tones to communicate in her underwater world.

  “Valerie,” Tracee called her friend, swimming close beside her.

  “I’m here.” Valerie still sounded upset.

  “Do you want to go to Isca or Colesca?”

  “Colesca.”

  Tracee surfaced to scan the shoreline and confirm their position. Diving once again, she adjusted their course slightly away from the coast and with strong strokes, set off for the underwater world of the Mer people, Colesca, a safe haven, where Mer people enjoyed life under the sea. A large coral forest hid the opening to this underground cave system, making it impossible for any human to find.

  The girls continued on in silence. Tracee tried not to think about what she’d witnessed in the garden. Soon enough she would face the difficult challenge of trying to talk some sense into her best friend.

  * * * *

  Dylan watched as Tracee dragged Valerie from the garden and ran for the beach beyond the gate. The darkness closed around them before they reached the water’s edge.

  He didn’t follow.

  “She’s a free spirit for sure,” Dylan said aloud as he took a seat at one of the empty tables scattered about the dark garden.

  “Yes, well, next time you might want to find someplace a little more discreet.”

  “Megan.” Dylan spun his head in the direction of her voice. “How long have you been here?”

  “Long enough to see your free spirit whisked away by her friend. What were you thinking, having sex with her in such a public place?” Megan’s voice held a note of disgust.

  Dylan dropped his voice to a barely audible whisper. “I really hadn’t planned to take things so far this evening. It just happened.”

  Megan joined Dylan on the bench. “I still don’t understand why you are playing this game with her.”

  “It’s not a game, Megan. I plan to make Valerie my wife.”

  Megan scrunched her nose up. “You’ve just met this girl and you’ve decided to marry her? What’s wrong with you, Dylan?”

  “Nothing is wrong, Megan.”

  “Come on, big brother. I’m not a child anymore.”

  Dylan looked into Megan’s eyes. “I know you’re not a child, sister of mine, but I’m not sure I can explain this to you.”

  Megan squared her shoulders. “Try.”

  Dylan laughed at her demand. “I think not, Megan. Just enjoy the extended vacation and let me worry about Valerie and my plans to marry her.”

  “So why not just ask the girl? Do we really need to spend more time baking on St. Kitts?”

  “According to everything I’ve learned about her, she’s turned down every suitor her parents have presented.”

  “Why?”

  “You expect me to understand a woman’s mind?”

  Megan shook her head from side to side. “So we continue playing tourist?”

  “Yes.” Dylan smiled. “My darling sister, we’ll continue to play tourist. At least for a little while longer.”

  Megan stood and reached for Dylan’s hand.

  Taking her fingers in his, Dylan lifted his body off the bench and with Megan clinging to his arm, made his way back to their hotel a few blocks from the club.

  I’m going to enjoy being married to Valerie Richardson, he told himself, remembering the wild passion she’d shown at the touch of his fingers on her skin.

  He found himself wanting to spend every minute with her. He wanted to hear her laugh, watch her dance, and feel her body quiver at his touch.

  Dylan hadn’t felt this way about a woman in a long time and after tonight he knew she was the woman he wanted to take home as his wife.

  Once at the hotel, Dylan escorted his sist
er to her room, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and waited while she locked her door.

  Alone in his adjoining room, Dylan poured himself a whisky, opened the door leading out to the patio and dropped into a wicker chair. Stars still twinkled in the pre-dawn sky, casting a silvery glow on the wave caps gently washing up the beach just feet away from the patio on which he reclined.

  Dylan closed his eyes and thought of Valerie. Her face flashed inside his closed eyelids. The flaming red hair which hung down her back. Deep brown eyes with flecks of gold you could only see in the sunlight. Dylan loved the way she dressed and her boundless energy.

  He took a deep breath and caught the scent of her perfume from his clothes. Yes, Valerie was the woman he wanted to marry.

  Raising the glass to his lips, Dylan downed the remainder of his drink. He stifled a yawn behind his hand. With a last glance at the increasing light of dawn, Dylan pulled himself out of the chair, walked back into his room and dropped onto the bed to sleep.

  Chapter 2

  Valerie returned to the Mer city of Isca before dawn the next day. She knew her parents would be worried if she stayed away too long, but she’d wanted to sort out her feelings about Dylan before facing them.

  As she walked along the beach toward her parents’ island plantation, Valerie could see lights shining in many homes on the sloping hillsides at the base of Mt. Liamuiga.

  Isca was a beautiful city, isolated from other areas of St. Kitts by great plantations, owned by Mer people. The land-based city allowed the two worlds, human and Mer, to mingle without fear of discovery.

  Valerie loved living in Isca as it allowed her to explore a more human lifestyle. A lifestyle she craved more with each passing day spent in Dylan’s company.

  Arriving at her home, Valerie buried thoughts of Dylan deep inside and walked into the dining room. Her mother and father were already seated at the long oak table.

  “Please hurry, Val,” her mother’s musical voice called.

  “Yes, Mother.”

  Valerie walked past her father’s chair, bending to give him a quick peck on the cheek before taking her seat at the table.

  “So, you’ve been at Tracee’s?” her mother, Katherine, asked.