Ocean’s Heart

by Isha Fáng

  Cure!

  Shit!

  Fuck. I completely forgot about it. I should go look for it, but I cannot leave Arion alone here. As soon as the storm passes, I’ll get him to a safe place and go look around. I have time till sunrise. After that it is pointless. Or so the teller had said.

  “Kalon.” Arion calls me softly.

  I look at him with a raised brow. “Are you okay? You looked deep in thoughts.”

  “Just thinking random stuff.”

  He nods, but I can see it in his eyes he doesn’t believe me.

  “So you still want me to fuck your?”

  Pretty color stains his cheeks and he nibbles on his lower lip. “Yes. Yes, I want to. But I wanted to...” he trails off, unsure of his... words? Or maybe his thoughts? I really didn’t care.

  “You can ask me anything.” I give him an encouraging smile.

  “Is your penis like mine?”

  “Penis?”

  “Yeah, you know, cock.” He nods toward his shriveled length.

  “Oh, you mean breeder.”

  “Breeder?”

  “That’s what we use it for. To reproduce. So breeder, or popper, or peeper are the words we use.”

  “Okay. And does it, you know, um, look like mine?” His fingers fidget, playing with the hair on his abdomen.

  “Why don’t you come find out?” I smirk and raise my brow in a challenge.

  He swallows hard, his eyes coasting down toward my lower body, searching for my peeper.

  “Come here,” I flick my index and middle finger, and wait for him.

  He takes a tentative step, then another and stands in front of me, looking down at my feelers, waiting expectantly.

  My tentacles move around, opening my private part like a curtain before a show on stage.

  Slowly.

  Expectantly.

  Anticipating.

  He gasps and raises his hand to touch... but pulls back. “I love it,” he says wide eyed.

  Oceanus save me, but right now I love it too.

  Arion

  His dick is massive and so unique. It’s slightly curvy—like a karambit knife—the length has small barbs all over it like a cactus, and the head of his penis... it’s unlike anything I’ve seen. It’s spirally, and where we have a slit at the top... his is slightly pointy with a small cleft. It looks like a corkscrew. Just the tip area…

  Interesting!

  And his balls? I don’t know what to make of them. He has more nuts than I can imagine what to do with them.

  And what the fuck does his type need eight nuts for?

  Does he play with them?

  They must be hell of a massager. Eight small nuts, the skin rough and bumpy sort.

  I wonder if their penis is like this—long and curvy and pokey all around—because they believe in cat's and bird’s mating traditions, where they don’t want to encourage females from finding another mate to procreate with.

  Are the females in their species promiscuous? Do they try to escape their mate?

  The mating must get a little rough with all these painful sex.

  Will it hurt me too?

  Will I get pregnant?

  Oh, that is such an absurd thought. No, of course not. I don’t have the anatomy to procreate.

  Ridiculous, Arion. Utterly ridiculous.

  Indeed.

  “You ready?”

  “I’m, yeah. Yeah, but... will it hurt me?”

  “I’ll be gentle.” He winked, and I can’t help the thrill that cruises through me.

  “Anything I should know or maybe do?”

  He bites his cheek and looks deep into my eyes. “Nothing. Just relax and enjoy the ride.”

  “How do you want me?”

  “Would you mind lying on the floor?”

  “Not at all, but can I remove my shoes and socks first? They are wet and very uncomfortable.”

  “Sure.” He says and moves back, looking strangely at my shoes, his brows coming together in serious concentration.

  I quickly get rid of them and carefully position myself on the floor, making sure my lower half is dangling on the edge so he’ll have easy access to my ass.

  I lie there, my heart thumping, my body trembling, my stomach quivering.

  Anticipation and excitement swirling in my veins.

  I’m never going to tell about what happened here tonight. Not a single soul. It’ll be something that is just mine to remember and cherish.

  He swims closer, his tentacles moving around me, gliding over my body, leaving droplets of water. The suckers leave sticky substance, coating my naked flesh, inflicting spells of goosebumps across it.

  I moan when they spread my cheeks, smearing it with its natural sticky lube, and Kalon’s karambit dick enters my ass effortlessly.

  My core fits perfectly around him, ass clenching, holding him tight in place.

  The barbs on the shaft scraps the insides of my ass, sending a burning friction. I shudder and groan, feeling it’s girth and weight inside me.

  Fucking hell!

  My body is blazing!

  Burning hell.

  Never before... not even the massive biggest dildo in the world can compare to what is inside me. What it is making me feel.

  I feel full. So so full.

  His hips... pumps my ass... measured thrust.

  Languidly, one by one all of his tentacles wrap around me, sheathing me like a flower’s petals protecting its pistil.

  I’m pulled down slightly, water surrounding my lower half, sloshing with his movements.

  The friction of his cock, of water, the poking hard surface digging into my soft flesh... gods, too much. Feel too much! All my senses are high and drunk on lust.

  I feel the power surging through him. Feel it coming in me.

  Shudder after shudder after shudder holds my muscles in a vise grip.

  Tremor after tremor after tremor ripple through my blood.

  My hearts are getting some good exercise.

  I shout when the tip of his cock hits the sweet spot inside me, repeatedly.

  Savagely.

  “Yes! More... I need more.”

  His hips pick up pace, pummeling my ass with fever urgency. Pushing and flexing and pounding.

  At some point I close my eyes, savoring the rough edges of his cock rubbing the inner flesh of the channel.

  My eyes snap open when a guttural groan rumbles in his chest.

  He’s flushed and sweating.

  My eyes follow a droplet of moisture sliding down his temple as my body writhes on pleasure that is building in my core.

  The man is on a mission to pleasure me. I can see it in his movements, feel it in the sounds he makes, taste it in the air that tastes like us.

  Ocean and earth.

  Magic and human.

  Lust and sin.

  Our breathes are mingled, hearts are beating as one, and blood is thrumming to the tune our bodies are creating.

  Slow and soft, yet blistering and breathless.

  He swiftly pulls my legs up, placing them on his shoulder and fucks me.

  He rocks into me, pushing harder and faster. Hammering into me, drilling his cock into my prostate.

  “Fucking hell, yes! More.” I scream and writhe.

  Not caring about the bruises on my shoulder or my arms from so much rubbing.

  Not caring the octave of my voice.

  Not caring the means to my pleasure.

  There is no one but us.

  No one, but him and me.

  Our bodies joined and dancing. Him leading and me following.

  The pressure is building strong. I dig my nails into the rock around me, feeling the coppery smell in the air, but not giving a damn.

  I’m finally achieving the highs of pleasure land and nothing will stop me from soaring high, reaching that peak only a few experience in their lifetime.

  “Fucking thunder!” Kalon groans, his nails digging, marking my thighs. He thrusts harder and harder, his rou
gh balls rasping against mine.

  Every stroke, every thrust, every rub send a jolt of pleasure down my veins.

  Sudden.

  Fatal.

  Welcoming.

  He cocks his head to the side and licks my ankle.

  I shiver and close my eyes, my spirit climbing up and up and up.

  I pull myself up on my arms when he pulls my legs off his shoulders and holds them in the crook of his arm and leans forward.

  Our gaze collides, and I feel it down to my bones, ready to shatter me.

  Eyes still locked, he licks the head of my dick, his tongue swirling lazily, circling it like it’s an ice cream cone.

  I gasp and throw my head back, my ass clenching at the exquisite way he licks me. My spine rings with spells of pleasure coming down in rapid succession.

  “I-I’m close... Kalon, I’m going to c-come.”

  “Then come!” He snarls, meeting my gaze, then fucks me like a beast unleashed from its cage, hitting my sweet spot with accurate thrusts and with precision.

  I’m dizzy from assault, but no complaints here. Before I can answer, before I can even form words in my head, he pushes so deep into me I think he was home, breeching my core.

  “Fuuucckk...” I shout and thrash my head from side to side. “Aaah...”

  “Come!” He snarls and continues to pound my ass. One of his tentacles finding their way to my mouth, another to my neck.

  The pressure in my mouth and on my neck... air sealed off…

  I see stars. My eyes roll back into my head and I gasp.

  I gasp and gasp and gasp.

  the pressure building in my ass, in my balls.

  Intense.

  Burning.

  I feel like I will die from pleasure.

  “Come!” Kalon roars.

  The walls, the surface, the ground, everything shakes from his booming voice. The water ripples. My body ripples and I come roaring, calling his name again and again and again.

  Throwing his head back, Kalon comes too, calling my name again and again.

  I come like the tides of the ocean during a storm.

  Chaotic.

  Relentless.

  Shattering.

  Not caring about anything, but reaching the highs.

  My body convulses, shuddering, writhing, and ropes of come erupting from my dick. All over him. All over me.

  I’m soaring—we both are—reaching the sky with all our senses heightened, our mind and emotions totally invested, our body sated in a way I’ve never been before.

  The world forgotten.

  My disorder forgotten.

  Worry, anxiety, everything forgotten. Vanished. All that is remaining is now, this moment of utter peace over my mind, body and emotions.

  Is this what being content feels like? If yes, then I’m loving it. I love this feeling of being drunk on orgasm.

  I clench my ass as the last tingling from the orgasm slowly withers.

  Tears burn my eyes, slipping free before I can blink them away.

  “I’ll never forget this moment. I’ll never forget you.” I say, breathless and a little emotional. Kalon finally looks down and gives me a cocky smile. “I’ll never forget you too, and this moment.” He rubs his knuckle gently, rhythmically across my cheek as his eyes roved over my face, scanning, checking. Maybe even imprinting, like I had done when I was finally able to see him.

  A sigh drafts out between my lips, and I close my eyes.

  “I’ll miss this,” I whispers, finally finding the courage to touch his face. “And I’m sure gonna miss you.”

  “Yeah, me too.” He leans down and kisses my temple.

  My eyes snap open. I open my mouth to speak, but all that comes out is scream.

  Gods, this hot… hot feeling in my belly, like acid is being poured,—Sizzling, burning, melting my insides.

  I scream scream scream.

  I thrash thrash thrash.

  I don’t know if Kalon has pulled out of me or still inside, I really didn’t care, but I want him to do something, anything.

  “Breathe.” The word registers, but it’s so much difficult to do when you are in so much pain. Mother of…

  “Fuuucck!” I roar and convulse, tears well in my eyes, sliding down my cheeks. I try… in and out, clench, in and out, clench, grind my teeth.

  “Oh gods, oh fuck—” the words cut off as another scream spills from my throat. My back arches, and I feel… I feel… burning. Every thing is burning inside me. Every fucking thing hurts. I need something… to hold.

  My nails scratch the hard, uneven, rough floor, nails breaking… looking for something to hold onto. I grind my teeth lift my head to look up and realize Kalon is still inside me, but he’s holding me in his arms, cradling me like a baby.

  “Please, h-help me. P-please.” I sob, my nostril flaring as the pain intensifies. I take several shuddering breaths as nausea swirls, threatening to push me over.

  The pain, it is digging, digging, digging, clawing my insides, shredding it, striking deep, deep, deep.

  The pain is parasitic, eating me inside out with burns.

  I sob and sob and sob and realize it’s not just my cries that’s filling the air, but Kalon’s too.

  Jesus fucking christ!

  what is happening here?

  I scream as a jolt of pain shocks through my veins, my upper body lifting, floating in air.

  My chest tightens, painfully. Its like… its like someone is ripping it open with their bare hands. And then it happens.

  Light flit through my chest, blinding me.

  Fucking hell! What the fuck is going on?

  I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t make sense of anything that is happening right now.

  “No. No, this can’t be happening. It’s not possible.” Kalon mumbles. “It can’t.”

  The pain finally subsides, and light blooms inside me, inside Kalon. I can see it from my spot. Three rays of light ripping out of his chest, and two out of mine.

  What. The. Fuck?

  Why is he not in pain?

  How can he stand there like that without writhing and crying like a baby? Like me?

  Is this some octo people voodoo shit?

  I open my mouth to ask him, but he beats me to it, mumbling dazedly.

  “How? How?” Kalon is looking down at himself. “How is this even possible?”

  What’s he mumbling about?

  He looks up and meets my confused, wary gaze. “How?” He asks again and shakes his head.

  “What is going on here, Kalon?”

  “Mating.” That’s all he says and goes quiet, still looking at himself.

  My eyes move over to where his are focused and... my breath hitches and my hearts skip several beats, unable to comprehend what I am seeing.

  “The fuck? W-what happened to your corkscrew h-head? Where is it?” I look up at his eyes.

  “Detached,” he whispers, eyes downcast.

  “What do you mean detached?”

  “It came off!” He sneers.

  My eyes widen and I look down again. “H-how can it come off?”

  “It does when you’ve found your Oceanus blessed mate and are breeding.”

  Breeding? Blessed mate?

  I blink several times, and gasp when the words finally register their intended meaning. “B-b-but... I’m a human... I’m a human. A man.”

  “I know that. Don’t you think I know that.” He runs his fingers through his hair and heaves a sigh. “I don’t know what’s going on. All this doesn’t make any sense.”

  Yeah, buddy, you got that right. But I need some important questions answered.

  “Kalon, will your corkscrew come out?”

  “My what?”

  “You know, spring from your ding that is in my chink?”

  He shakes his head, still not understanding.

  “Your breeder, asshole. Your breeder that’s in my ass. Will it come out?” I raise a brow and wait for him impatiently.

&n
bsp; He again shakes his head. “No.”

  “What?”

  “It doesn’t come out. It can’t, not until it has done its job, and that is to breed. And after that it fuses to the female’s body. And in your case a male’s body.”

  “That doesn’t make a lick of sense.”

  “Believe me, I know.”

  “I don’t have breeding equipment.”

  “I know that too.”

  “Fuuck.” I let out a long breath and pull myself up slowly, testing my legs.

  As I stand, my legs still quivering from all the workout, Kalon gasps, his eyes widening. “What is that?” He points a finger toward my chest. “on your chest?”

  “The light?”

  he shakes his head. “No, not the light. That outline…” he circles his hand across my chest.

  I look down to my chest, but it’s difficult to know what he’s pointing at. The light rays coming out of my chest makes it difficult to see anything.“Oh, this? Yeah, I have two hearts.”

  “Oceanus blessed, you are the cure?” He blinks several times, before he begins to laugh.

  Confused, I look at him and ask him why he is laughing. He goes on to explain to me about the two hearts prophecy the teller had predicted to his father. A cure for his people to propagate again. The reason he is here today.

  This makes me spill the beans, tell him why I was at the island. How I fell into the sea, and about my experience with the oracle and her vision and prophecy for me.

  “Oceanus have mercy on me, you are not only my blessed mate, but you are also the cure for our survival.” Kalon looks incredulously at me.

  “What does this mean?” I ask him wryly.

  “It means that you are our salvation.”

  “No really, what does it mean? For me?”

  “I don’t understand your question.” He scratches his head, so human like.

  “What about my PGAD? If you found your cure in me, does that mean you were supposed to be mine?”

  “I really have no idea. Let’s wait and see if you have any episodes for the next hour. If there is none, then we chalk it to you being cured.” He shrugs his shoulders like that is the only explanation he has for my predicament.

  I don’t see a problem going that route. “Okay let’s wait.”

  Several minutes have passed—maybe more than an hour—and I haven’t had a single episode so far. We both think I’m cured.