She screamed as the unexpected climax wracked her body, sending a rush of moisture, which Staal began to lap with short quick strokes. Before she could fully recover, he changed rhythm, stroking from perineum to clit, stopping intermittently to tug at her labia with his teeth. Without warning, he plunged his tongue deep inside her, setting her nerves on edge and making her whimper with need. As he worked her with his tongue, he pinched her clit, sending her off yet again. Supported by only one leg, she nearly fell from her perch.
"Oh, no you don't. I'm not nearly through with you yet.” Dragging her to the end of the sofa, he laid her back, never breaking his hold on her.
Her butt now rested on the padded arm, raised to his devouring mouth. He slung both legs over his shoulder and went back to work, sucking her clit as he plunged a finger inside. Two strokes and he was adding a second finger then a third. Isabo's hips bucked, riding his hand, seeking release. When it came, every muscle in her body locked, convulsing with the power of her climax, her pussy clenching around his hand like a velvet vise.
Before the sound of her scream faded, he was there, pushing the head of his penis deep into her body, riding the pleasure of her internal spasms. “Hold on, baby, I'm long past gentle."
"I don't want you gentle,” she gasped. “Fuck me hard. Hard, Staal."
Varying his strokes but not his voracity, Staal pistoned her body with single-minded intensity.
Isabo pressed her heels into the sofa, giving her leverage to return each stroke with a counter stroke of her own. Sweat poured from their bodies. Isabo clenched Staal's forearms as she slipped over the edge, freefalling into ecstasy, calling his name over and over.
Unable to hold out against such stimulation, Staal roared his own release, pumping his hips until every last drop of semen was released into her receptive body. Utterly drained, he collapsed onto Isabo, careful to shift to the side enough to spare her the full brunt of his weight.
"Three words,” Isabo panted. “Oh. My. God."
Smiling against her neck, he concurred. “That about sums it up."
"I can't believe I did that. How will I explain to the realtor?"
Rallying enough to lift his head slightly, Staal looked down at her. “Why would you want to tell your realtor about our sex habits?"
Smiling, she wiggled to get free.
Staal ignored her movements. Well, not exactly ignored as he felt a definite swelling in his groin. “You're not going anywhere till you explain that one."
"Ew. I have to get up from here. The couch is soaked, and I'm laying in it.” She wiggled again. “It's bound to be stained. What can I possibly say to explain it?"
"How about ‘my mate made me come so many times I drenched the sofa'?” The man sounded insufferably conceited. With damn good reason.
That got her. Isabo frowned as she searched Staal's face. “That's the second time you've said that. First, it was you were my fiancé, now you're calling yourself my mate. I mean, the sex is great and all, but we barely know each other."
Staal pushed up on his arms then swung around so he could gain his feet. “We need to talk, Isabo.” He held a hand out to help her up then headed toward the bathroom. “But first, a shower."
"You'll get no argument out of me."
The hot water felt heavenly. Of course, it wasn't long before the body scrubbing turned into groping and kissing and eventually into another horizontal aerobics session, sloshing water all over the floor. Yep. Heavenly indeed.
Wrapped in towels, sitting on the porch in peeling white Adirondack chairs, they looked out over the ocean as it shaped and reshaped the shoreline with its rolling waves. Unable to help himself, Staal reached over to take Isabo's hand, gently rubbing her palm with his thumb. Just that little bit of contact had his libido up and sniffing the air, searching for any stray pheromones Isabo might be sending out. Damn, he didn't seem capable of simple conversation with the woman. He forced his hand to still, resting on the arm of the chair. “I suppose by now you've figured out I'm also of the sea."
"Could you be a little more cryptic, please?"
He sighed. “Okay, I'll break it down for you. There is a race of people who live in the ocean. You know them as merpeople. I am one of them, as is Lorali, who really is my niece."
For once, Isabo was quiet.
Staal thankfully continued, “We are born with tails and spend the first part of our lives entirely in the water. We have both gills and lungs and during puberty, we develop the ability to shape shift. From that time on, we can appear as either fully human or as half human at will."
"You mean you just think it, and you can change shape?"
He frowned. “That's pretty simplistic, but basically, yes."
"Do it."
"Pardon?"
"Do it now. I want to see what you look like as a merman. God, that sounds ridiculous.” She grinned at him. “Can we still do it when you're half human?"
That did it. His erection was immediate. “Yes, we can still do it. And I'd love to shift for you, but not here. Who knows what other interlopers might be out there watching us. But tomorrow we'll go for a boat ride, and I'll change for you.” He brought her hand to his lips, nibbling on the ends of her fingers. “You need to see what you're getting into.” He chuckled evilly, “Or what's getting into you."
"Whoa. There you go again, hinting at long term. Let's take this one step at a time."
"We don't have that luxury, Isabo.” At his urging, she transferred from her chair to his lap. “I am three hundred and forty-seven years old. In all that time, I have never mated. Married. Whatever you want to call it."
Isabo took a few minutes to absorb what he said. “I can tell by the serious way you told me that I'm supposed to infer something from your—revelation. While I admit that it seems weird that a good-looking intelligent man like you has never married, so what?"
"I'm getting to that.” He ran his fingers through his hair in agitation. “We mermen have the full responsibility for birth control. We are able to mentally prevent conception simply by willing it so during copulation. The hitch is, when we meet our mate, we loose that ability. We become so aroused that everything goes out of our thoughts except physically claiming our mate. In all my three hundred and forth-seven years, that has never happened to me. Until five days ago, when I met you."
"Now let me get this straight. You lost your mind during our incredibly fantastic fuck session against the kitchen wall, so I should swim off into the sunset with you?"
Her response cut him. He hadn't realized she might not feel the same way about him. He took a deep breath. “You missed the important part. I didn't maintain control, so you are pregnant."
She laughed. “Don't worry. I'm protected. I've been on the pill for years."
"Have you ever had sex with someone who wasn't entirely human?"
"Some of the guys were knuckle-draggers, but as far as I know they were human."
"Well, your pill is designed to prevent conception between two humans, not between a human and a merman. Believe me when I tell you, you are surely pregnant."
She jumped up from his lap. “You can't be sure. It takes more than one time. Usually."
"I'm pretty sure what we've been doing most of the afternoon qualifies as sex, too."
"You mean you didn't do it this time either? You came here knowing you goofed last time, and still you did it again? Exposing me to possible pregnancy just so you could get your rocks off? Did it ever occur to you that I might not be ready to be a mother?"
He, too, stood. Angry now, he raised his voice to match hers, “You sure didn't mind what we were doing when you were screaming and begging on the sofa. Or in the bathtub. Or in the hall. Or in the bedroom. Or under the—"
"Okay. Okay, I get what you're saying. I wasn't exactly saying no. But I didn't know you could get me pregnant either.” She paced to the end of the deck and back. “So, we'll go to a clinic and terminate the pregnancy. It's only been a few days. It won't be bad."
> The blood drained from his face so fast he very nearly fainted. Something he'd never done before in his life. “You'd do that? You'd kill my baby? Our baby?"
"Yes. No. I don't know. I've always abhorred the idea of abortion, but have taken precautions to prevent pregnancy. It's my philosophy that ‘right to choice’ means you have the right to choose not to get pregnant, not the right to choose to kill an unborn child.” She gestured toward him. “Now I not only might be pregnant, I might be pregnant with a baby that's not even human.” She burst into tears.
Her tirade had Staal's temper at the boiling point. Then she cried, taking the wind out of his sails. He gathered her to him, cradling her sobs against his chest. “Shh.” He stroked her hair soothingly. “Please don't say things you may regret.” He gave her a few minutes before he continued, “Wasn't Lorali a beautiful child? Are you telling me you couldn't love her?"
"She was wonderful, but I can't live in the ocean. How could I even take care of my own baby?"
"We wouldn't be the first mixed couple, though it is rare. My people have several residences throughout the world set up along the shore for just such occurrences. We could live in one of those as long as necessary. And there's a slight chance the child will be born with a human appearance."
Red-rimmed eyes lifted to meet his. “How will we know? I can't very well go to the local hospital if the baby has a tail."
"We have our own doctors. When the time is right, a sonogram will tell us what we need to know.” He squeezed her. “Please, Isabo, give us a chance. We're very well suited to one another."
She laughed, the sound very close to hysteria. “Well suited? You live in the water, and I live on land. That doesn't sound very well suited to me."
"I live in Miami. In a house. And I really am the head of marine studies. We could work together once you finish working on your doctorate."
"If the baby looks human. If not, we won't be able to let anyone know we have a child.” Her voice was getting watery again. “Why couldn't I fall in love with a regular guy?"
Staal froze, afraid to read into what she'd said. “Isabo,” he whispered, “did you mean that?"
"Mean what? That you aren't a regular guy? Duh."
"No. That you love me.” He held his breath, afraid the slightest movement would somehow change her answer.
"An hour ago I would have said yes without thinking. But that was before I thought about babies.” She ran a hand along his shoulder and over his pectorals. “You're a beautiful man, and you swept me away when you came to the rescue of your niece, beating up that thug in the process. A real hero. I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. And then, of course, there's the sex. I've never experienced anything close to what we share."
"And you never will again.” His voice was laced with menace. Isabo was nonplused by his aggressive tone. “We merpeople mate for life, Isabo. I can't allow you to be with anyone else. I would lose my mind. I doubt your lover would survive.” Lifting her chin, he kissed her.
Isabo felt her resistance flow out with her melting bones. Sagging against him, she returned his kiss.
Staal lifted her in his arms and headed back into the house. “One other thing. Merpeople have extremely high sex drives."
"Ya think?” Despite her mocking tone, her body readied itself for his possession.
"I think.” He laid her down on the bed and followed, wedging a knee between her legs.
"Oh no you don't, big boy.” Isabo pushed him back. “This time it's my turn. Lay down on the bed and grab the headboard.” Reversing their positions, she slid between his legs, wiggling down till her mouth was in perfect alignment with his rampant penis. “Now don't you turn lose of that headboard no matter what.” Her lips closed around the glistening head and slid slowly down the shaft.
Staal watched until he feared he'd embarrass himself. Then he closed his eyes to enjoy the ride.
Chapter Five
sabo chewed on her bottom lip as she waited for Staal to reemerge. He'd dived into the water as a man, and she knew when she saw him next he'd be sporting a fish tail. Damn, Rod Serling here I come.
Rising from the water a good ten feet, Staal leapt into the air, spinning and twisting in an athletic display of masculine grace before diving back into the briny.
Captivated by the beauty of him, she was surprised to see his tail was gray, not sparkling iridescent like Lorali's.
"Come on in,” he called to her, bobbing out of the water.
Drawing in a deep breath, she stepped to the side of the boat. “You're sure I won't freeze? I don't have on my wet suit."
"Honey, I promise I'll keep you so warm you won't need a wetsuit. Or that scrap of a bathing suit, for that matter. Why not leave it on the boat?"
Glancing down, she realized the bikini she was wearing really didn't do much in the way of protecting her, especially not from him. Her clothes had a way of disappearing whenever Staal was near. Throwing caution to the wind, she shucked the suit and stepped into the Atlantic. By the time she swam back to the surface, gasping from the cold plunge, Staal was there, holding her so she didn't need to tread water.
"So, what do you think?” The words were nonchalant, but she heard the underlying concern. Her opinion was important to him.
"You're still a hunk.” She ran a palm down his side, frowning. “I can't feel where your—tail starts."
"Don't be shy about it, sweet. I need you to be comfortable with me in both my forms. You can't feel the difference because you're expecting scales. We aren't fish. We're mammals. We don't have scales. Our tails are more like that of a dolphin or a whale."
"So how come you're gray and Lorali's tail was so beautiful?"
"Males have drab coloring to help them blend in with their surroundings. Females have brilliant tails to make our job of protecting them even more difficult.” He grinned at her, “Go ahead, explore all you like."
She did. She ran her hand down his back, up his side and across his abdomen. Then she explored the front. She felt nothing but smooth skin. Raising inquisitive eyes to his face, she asked, “So where do you keep your package?"
Staal laughed heartily. “I might have known that would be your main concern, you little sex pot.” He placed his own hand over hers and ran it along the front of his body. “Don't worry. Everything's nicely tucked away, just waiting for you to swim by.” Sure enough, he guided her hands to a long slit just a little way beneath his bellybutton. And there were the family jewels.
"So, what do you ... how do you...?"
"Keep it up and you'll find out in no time.” He pulled her into his embrace, trapping her hand between them as he devoured her mouth.
What the hell, her hand was already there. Isabo caressed him, grateful that every beloved inch was still intact. After just a few strokes, the skin surrounding his genitals parted, exposing him completely.
"Hey,” she stroked with one hand and cupped his sac with the other, “that is amazing. A place for everything and everything in its place."
"Not quite.” His voice was husky, oozing sex. “The place for that thing is in you.” So saying, he urged her legs around him and proceeded to place tab A into slot B.
Isabo thought she had pretty much experienced every sexual thing there was to experience. Boy was she wrong. The power in Staal's tail was phenomenal, driving him so deep and hard she could swear she felt the head of his dick smack up against her womb. The end of his genital slit fit perfectly against her clit, bringing on an immediate and cataclysmic orgasm. Followed almost immediately by another, and Staal showed no signs of slowing down. Digging her fingernails into his shoulders, she threw her head back, screaming his name in ecstasy. When he finally joined her, her grasping pussy milked him dry. Even then, he continued small flips of his tail, sending aftershocks to her clit that echoed throughout her convulsing body.
After a few minutes he whispered to her, “So do you think you could learn to fuck a fish?"
Smiling against his chest, she answere
d, “I think I just did."
"Honey, that was just an entry level course. Wait till you get to the advanced levels."
"I'm not sure I could survive advanced levels."
"I have confidence in your abilities.” Placing a chaste kiss against her forehead, he drew back to look her in the eyes. “I'm serious, Isabo, I need to know you'll at least give us a chance. I love you. Marry me. Please."
"I remember cheering for Tom Hanks in Splash then speculating on how they'd ever manage to make a relationship work. I still wonder."
"That was Hollywood. This is reality. I wouldn't expect you to live in the sea. It would be impossible for you to adapt. But I can live quite comfortably on land. In fact, I've been doing so for most of my adult life."
"That reminds me, what the hell happens when I start to look like Maxine and you still look like your same old studly self?"
"It won't be like that. Once mated, we age like humans. No one understands why."
Isabo was dumbstruck. You'd give up virtual immortality to love me? She couldn't believe it.
Taking advantaged of her shocked silence, Staal smoothed her wet hair back from her face with gentle hands. “I have a home in Miami. Come home with me. Let me show it to you. It's on the water, and I have a huge swimming pool.” He looked sheepish. “Of course, it's filled with salt water. I like to spend some time in my aquatic form and our mer-bodies don't do well in fresh water for extended periods of time, and they absolutely cannot tolerate chlorine."
"How about your human body? Can you swim in a pool if you're in human form?"
"Of course. When in that form I'm as human as you are."
"Would I ever get to meet your family? Family is important to me. And what the hell do I tell my family? If our child has a—is mer, how will we explain to my folks that I was pregnant, don't have a baby, but then I do when the kid gets to be about twelve?"
"Of course you'd meet my family. They'll all come to the wedding. Well, not Lorali, of course, she's too young, but the adults will be there. And if you agree, we'll move to a more remote location. I can always say I'm doing research and plan to write a book. You can assist me. We won't be able to visit with your family while you're showing, but once the baby's born if we have to leave him or her with my folks while we fly to the states, we can. We'll worry about what happens in twelve years about eleven years from now. Maybe we can say we adopted. Or by then you may feel comfortable confiding in your folks."
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