Justin continued to wrack her body with heat that she had never before known. Morgan pleaded for him to complete her. To take her. To drive his manhood into her and make her whole. But Justin prolonged the act at a torturous rate. Instead of following her lead, he began licking and kissing her nipples. When he consumed one and sucked on it, Morgan actually felt her womb pull tight in response. She was leaking; fluid sprang from her nether lips, and each stroke against his hair-roughened leg made more moisture pool and seep.
Justin finally let her breasts go free, and though she caught one breath, it was only to lose the next. His tongue devoured her. It stroked down to the mouth between her legs that ached for him to touch it, to kiss it like he had kissed her lips. But he simply spread her thighs wide and ran his chin along the inside. He pressed kisses down each inner thigh until he was at the juncture. Then he switched to the next.
"Justin, please!” Morgan wailed, putting every ounce of persuasion she had left in her tone. He didn't respond. In a haze, she remembered that he said she must look at him for him to hear her. She gripped his cheeks with both hands and lifted his head to look at her.
"Please!” Morgan used every bit of compulsion she could force through.
"Okay,” was all he said. Then he grinned like a rogue and slid his hands along her inner thighs and met the slick lips of her weeping sex. When he parted her with his thumbs, his brow quirked. “What's this?” He touched the soft pearl that lay there blocking her opening. How it had not slipped out was beyond comprehension.
Morgan stopped pulling at him and gasped. She was on land, not in the sea. If he did this here, the pearls would fall from her womb. She would either be whole, if he loved her, or, as just a shell of a woman, she would be doomed to walk the earth without a soul.
Justin pulled the pearl with his finger and thumb.
An entire strand followed, and Morgan, who was just as shocked as him, fell back on the bed in what could only have been viewed as ecstasy.
"Oh. God. Justin. Justin.” Morgan flailed like a fish out of water as the pearls were removed one by one and her body transformed to that of a land dwelling woman. A woman in the throes of passion. Orgasm. She had heard of it before, but the word seemed inadequate to describe the sensations. From head to toe, she tingled, tightened and released. “Justin."
Justin. He heard her. He could have sworn he heard her.
Again, she called his name and begged him to take her.
Without further delay, Justin moved over her.
Her eyes were a storm of colors, blue then green, swirling and crashing like waves on the shore. “Take me,” she whispered.
He could see her lips moving, read them. Those were the words, but he heard her again. Somewhere in his mind, he could hear her sweet voice calling him. It seemed somewhat familiar. But so far away.
Justin took her lips as his cock surged into her virginal opening. He had thought for sure that a woman who played with sex toys in the middle of the ocean was well experienced. But he felt it, the thin barrier that broke as he thrust with more intensity than he would have had he known the truth. “I didn't know.” He wanted to apologize, but she held on to him for dear life and wouldn't let him go.
Her hips moved against him, accepting his thrust. Within moments, she adjusted around him, and they found a sweet rhythm.
"It's okay. I'm okay.” Morgan was fully joined with him now. The link and bond complete. She was there in his mind and could feel the tenderness, the longing, the loss that he felt. She understood now that he was deaf. He couldn't hear her before. She was grateful now. Had she lured him to sea, he would be at the bottom of the ocean instead of loving her.
"I can hear you.” Justin pulled back from the kiss and panted. He buried himself deep within her and looked at her eyes. Blue. Like a flawless sapphire, sparkling and bright, not a trace of the green he had seen there before to be found.
"Yes.” Morgan nodded. “We are one now, you and I. Man and mermaid."
Justin could have sworn she said she was a mermaid, but that was insane. She didn't give him a chance to think about it. Her hips lifted against him, and her mouth captured his again. Inside his head, she laughed. A sweet laugh that made him smile.
Morgan wrapped her legs around his back and drove his thick shaft deeper. She could feel the moment rising. He pulled his head back to gasp for air. His body tightened, and his thrusts came faster. She could feel her womb tighten around him. That quick flicker of fire that threatened to consume her again. Then with another thrust, she was there.
Her toes curled, and every muscle tensed. If she sounded anything in his mind like she did to her own ears, he would surely think she was a banshee. But he groaned and bit down on the tender flesh between her neck and shoulder. His body tightened and shuddered. She could feel his release as if it were her own, and before he had emptied, she was there again, clamping down on him, milking every last bit of seed.
Chapter Five
Justin collapsed on top of her, holding her tightly, as though fearing that if their bodies disconnected they would both fall apart. Morgan knew exactly how he felt. But he was getting very heavy.
"You're squishing me,” she pushed into his open mind.
"Oh. Sorry.” Justin rolled to the side, and Morgan followed, facing him. It was in that moment he realized he was talking out loud, but her lips were not moving. “Say something to me."
"Like what?” she asked.
"No. Not like that. Say something in your head and really think about it. I swear I can hear your thoughts.” Justin concentrated on her in earnest.
"Of course you can, silly. You're my soul mate." Morgan winked and watched as his eyes grew wide.
"Did you just say that I'm your soul mate?” It was barely a whisper.
She understood as his fears flashed in his mind freely. He could be in for a terribly painful experience if she rejected him. Then he would be crazy in addition to being deaf.
"Yes.” Morgan laughed, and then said it aloud and in his mind at the same time. He was adjusting quickly. Maybe that was why the binding process always happened after sex when the male of the species was a little more relaxed and receptive.
"This is impossible. I could have sworn I heard you say you were a mermaid. But you know I can't hear. I mean that. I'm deaf.” Justin swallowed and focused on her eyes. He was as serious as the day was long.
"I am a mermaid. Or at least I was. You removed the pearls of pleasure. They are yours now. So am I.” The humor faded for a moment. He could reject her, deny the feelings he clearly held. And then she would be alone. There was no going back to the ocean once the pearls were removed and she was bonded.
Justin laughed nervously and rolled to his back. He stared at the ceiling a moment then allowed a memory he had buried very deep to surface. He rolled back to face her. “When I was kid, I thought I saw a mermaid,” he gulped.
She saw his memory clearly as he thought about it. He had been scolded for saying that at the time of his uncle's death. The family was grieving and thankful he had survived. “My uncle took me out on a small boat. That big rock way out in the water, for some reason he steered us right into it. I was standing, trying to stop him, but I couldn't. It was like he was under a spell or something. I fell out of the boat once it hit the small rocks below it and hit my head."
Morgan stared as tears welled up in her eyes. It was her fault. And she would tell him the truth. But he needed to finish the story, tell her he believed. “Go on."
Watching her, feeling her feelings, reading her mind as though it were his own, he knew. He knew it was true. The girl who saved him was a mermaid. It was not a dream. She did go back for his uncle, but he was too heavy. Then another with brown hair came and pulled Morgan away. It all became clear as his memory of that day merged with hers. He knew that she was there on the other side of that rock, singing. And that song was what had caused the accident.
"Justin I..."
"No. You were a child, Morgan. I
t was an accident.” Now was the real question. “Do I love you because of some magic, or is it truly how I feel?"
"I don't know.” It was the truth. She didn't know. “But if you stop loving me, if you cast me out from your soul, I will walk the earth without one."
Tears streamed from her eyes, and there was nothing more to be said. Justin pulled her against him and kissed her forehead. The sun had started its descent. In the morning, they could decide what to do next. For now, it was enough to just be together. To feel whole.
Chapter Six
Justin awoke to an empty bed. The pleasure pearls were on the nightstand next to him. He grabbed them, studied them to be sure he had not dreamed the entire thing. But they were real. And Morgan was nowhere in sight.
"Morgan?” Justin called and rolled out of bed. Pearls in hand, he opened the dresser and pulled on a pair of shorts. “Morgan?"
If she heard his voice, she could answer him. He could hear her if she wanted him to. But why didn't she want him to find her now? He searched the house and then started out for the beach.
In the distance, he could see her. She was standing ankle deep in the ocean, the waves nipping at her shins gently. Her long red hair practically floated around her. She wore one of his t-shirts. It covered her to mid-thigh. His chest expanded as his heart filled. Spell or not, that woman loved him. And he loved her. She didn't care about his money, his status or his hearing. She cared about him. And she had saved his life.
For the third time. Justin felt like the luckiest man alive.
"Morgan,” he projected to her as he approached.
She turned. A smile tried to hide the tears.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?"
"They won't know what happened to me. I can't swim.” She spoke softly, aloud and in his mind.
Justin walked the last few steps between them and hugged her. Now that she was in his arms again, he could never imagine letting her go. Settling himself against her, he leaned back enough to look into her blue eyes. “What can I do?"
"Nothing. Unless, you want to swim out to the rock and wait for Merlina to come looking.” Morgan laughed.
"We'll swim out.” Justin pushed his shorts down. As he stood, he hooked his thumbs on the t-shirt and pulled it over her head.
"I can't swim. I tried..."
"I can.” Justin kissed her lips.
As her lips parted, allowing him entry, his cock thickened and pressed against the softness of her abdomen. “You don't think they will be looking for you already, do you?"
Morgan laughed and then moaned as he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him and held onto his shoulders.
Justin walked out into the clear blue water of the Caribbean. The warmth of the ocean surrounded them like a blanket, accepting them both without prejudice. Once he was chest deep, he refocused on the woman in his arms. His hands moved to gain access to the tender flesh between her legs.
Morgan arched back as Justin pressed two fingers deep inside her. This was the way it was supposed to happen. Only afterward, she would still have the pearls in place, and the man would be disposed of. There was no getting rid of Justin now. She couldn't let him drown as a child. She couldn't lure him to his doom as a man. Instead, he had effectively seduced the Siren. Lured her to the land and given her half his soul, binding them together for eternity, in life as partners, in death as one being.
"Take me, my love,” Morgan pleaded.
Justin positioned her over his cock and slowly sank into her warm sheath. Her soft round breasts brushed against his chest, the nipples hard and teasing against his flesh. Justin gripped her around her waist with one hand and held her shoulder with the other. He pulled her down on top of his erection over and over again.
Morgan moaned and relished the feel of his cock inside her, and the water all around her body. Soothing her senses and enticing her lust. Opening her eyes, she could feel his inner smile, the pure joy of possessing her, mind, body and soul.
"You possess me too.” Justin pushed back into her mind. He had been reading her thoughts. It was amazing to see what your partner could see. She focused on his lips and liked how he bit down on the bottom lip as his pleasure increased. Something he wouldn't have realized he did.
"Justin, I feel it,” Morgan thought as her body tightened around him and the first twinge of the sensation built inside her.
"Yes.” It took all of his restraint to wait for her to climax. Feeling it as if it were his own orgasm taking hold, he couldn't hold back. Thankfully, as he began coming Morgan's walls began the slow pulse around him.
"You are addictive,” he whispered.
Morgan smiled against his neck and held on to him. Holding him close in the ocean seemed so right. She would never be able to swim again. That was part of losing her fins. She imagined there wasn't a lot of water in Ohio to be worried with.
"No. There isn't, unless you like the river.” He squeezed her tight then more gently. “So what do I need to do to set this right?"
"Merlina should be looking for me soon. We'll get the pearls so she knows it's true.” Morgan smiled, “Your mind is moving too fast. Tell me what you're thinking."
"Later,” he promised.
"Hurry.” Morgan spoke aloud and in his mind. “We have to tell Merlina. And then I will take you into that room and seduce you like you seduced me."
Justin turned around while keeping a grip on her, Morgan settled onto his back and he carried her out of the water. Back on land, she slipped the t-shirt on and followed him back to the house.
Justin grabbed the pearls and examined them in his large hands. “Pleasure pearls?"
"Yes.” Morgan nodded. “I'll show you the many ways these pearls can be used."
"But you said they were mine,” he teased and held them above his head as she reached for them.
"Oh, I'll use them on you as well.” Morgan watched as his face went blank and his eyes blinked. She sent images of her rolling the pearls down his chest, over his erect cock and between his thick thighs. The cool pearls, soft and luxurious, caressed his skin.
"And you.” Justin had plenty of ideas to share with her as well. He thought of teasing her nipples with his tongue and the string. He thought of replacing them from whence they came and removing them again. He watched her visibly blush. Then he thought of placing them in a new opening.
Morgan now had the blank stare and blinked. “Oh,” was all she said.
"Let's get this over with.” Justin nodded and Morgan followed.
Chapter Seven
"Here mermaid, mermaid, mermaid,” Justin called. Then he got a scolding in his mind from Morgan.
"She is not a canine. She is my sister!” Morgan crossed her arms and squinted toward the rock. She left her mind open to him, but with human eyes, she could only see his silhouette. Even with human ears though, she could hear him laughing.
Justin half believed that if her sister saw a man stranded on a rock she would probably try to kill him. No sooner than he got the thought out Morgan confirmed it and told him that was why he had the beads.
Now he regretted calling out to her as though she were a dog. He felt Morgan laugh. He promised to reap the full rewards of putting his life on the line once he got back to the beach. He could feel her response and grew hard.
"Merlina,” Justin called. He had to get this over with and soon.
He felt Morgan's unease and knew her sister was in the area. Apparently, she was singing, trying to lure him. He laughed, all women planned to lead men to their doom.
"As you have led me to mine,” Morgan replied to that thought.
Before Justin could respond, a brunette emerged in front of him with a scowl on her face and her eyes swimming with anger in a storm cloud of colors.
"Merlina?"
"How dare you call me by name!” Merlina looked at him as though she wanted to rip him in half. Then he showed her his right hand and opened it to present a long string of pearls. Not just any pearls, pleasure pearls.
Justin pointed to the shore where Morgan stood impatient and nervous. He realized right then that she could not stop anything from happening to him. If Merlina chose to kill him, he would have to fight, and if history proved anything, he wouldn't win.
Morgan assured him he stood a chance because the Siren's Song held a man powerless. And he couldn't hear it.
"Thanks, honey,” he mentally projected back to Morgan. “I love her.” Justin spoke to the brunette still eyeing him cautiously. “I will marry her when we get back to Ohio."
"What!” Merlina shouted.
He heard it through Morgan's ears. He thought she really was going to snatch him off the rock, but she huffed then turned and started toward the shore, toward Morgan. Justin dived in behind her and started the long swim toward the shore. He could see the fin rise above the water every so often. She was so fast and walking onto the shore, stumbling actually, toward Morgan before he was a quarter of the way there.
"Morgan, what have you done?” Merlina stalked toward her on human legs. Morgan stood steady and natural, accustomed to the legs now.
"He's the one,” Morgan answered, raising a stubborn chin.
"No.” Merlina shook her head.
"Yes,” Morgan replied. “He's Justin."
"Justin?” Merlina softened and turned to look at the man still swimming toward them. “You can't mean..."
"Yes. The boy.” Morgan smiled. “Will you tell them? Tell them I am of the land now. That I have a soul, that it is all true."
"Yes.” Merlina nodded. “Will you not return then?"
Morgan felt an overwhelming loss at the thought.
Justin felt her sorrow like a kick to his gut. Thankfully, he was close enough to stand in the water. He made the best of walking the rest of the way to the shore.
"Yes.” Morgan lifted her eyes to meet her sister's. Morgan and Merlina, after Morgan Le Fay and Merlin, the great wizard of Arthurian times. “Justin said we will return as often as possible, maybe even live here if it can be arranged."
"You must,” Merlina said, pressing one hand to Morgan's abdomen. “A child of the sea grows here."
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