Jinx's Fantasy

by Pepper Winters

  I’d taken most of the night to design this falsity. I had plenty more areas in which to fuck her. And besides, I wasn’t kidding that I found her a total turn-on. The scales on her gorgeous legs, the elegance of her long toes that’d formed into transparent fins, and the way her hair hovered around her just begging for my fist made me hard as a fucking rock.

  I didn’t need cinta.

  I needed her.

  “Come.” Bending down, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her feet. Not that we stood on solid ground but merely hovered in the water’s embrace.

  Our bodies, back on the yacht in their matching harnesses, would most likely be tangled in cuffs and buckles by now, but the sensation of being weightless in reality as well as in fabrication meant this particular illusion was entirely too believable.

  Eleanor suited the sea in ways that hinted she might have been a water creature in a past life. She moved as if one with the ocean. Her hair had its own entity, coiling and curling as different currents passed us by.

  I would find her stunning no matter what form she took, but there was something more about her. Something that made my heart pound with gratefulness that she was mine and my guts churn in fear of ever losing someone so precious.

  For once, she wore an actual crown. Not invisible this time but full of shells and flotsam that put her on a pedestal far above me. Her finned legs and iridescent scales only made her more beautiful. All the more untouchable and dream-like.

  I needed to touch her to remind myself that she was real. That we had the best of both worlds where we could dabble in legend but also go home to reality.

  She wasn’t a myth.

  She’s mine.

  “Where are you taking me?” she asked as I kicked off and dragged her through the warm sea, out of the lava-pillar crevice and into the rich indigo of open waters.

  “You’ll see.”

  The hippocampus stayed behind, leaving us to swim above teeming coral reefs, take in the beauty of jellyfish as they pulsed in a undulating cloud in the distance, and sank deeper where shadows were more common than sunlight and the fish glowed luminescent in the dark.

  We stayed silent as a hulking shape appeared below. A shipwreck based on a galleon trader, complete with cannons, treasure chests, and manacles.

  Eleanor gasped as we descended and landed on the rotten deck. A flurry of silver fish darted from our arrival, and a sleek shark looped its way around the broken mast, getting tangled for a second in the shredded, barnacle-covered sail.

  “You have a rich imagination, Sully.” She glanced around at the faded yellow and red paint that was barely noticeable after decades until the sea and trailed her fingers along the chipped and crumpling balustrade.

  Moving toward her, I captured her against the wooden railing, pressing her stomach into the damaged ship and rubbing my cock against the crack of her ass.

  “Oh, God.” Her head fell back, landing heavily on my shoulder while her hair exploded in a cloud of chocolate. Nuzzling away the water-licking strands, I found her neck and sucked.

  Her hips shot back, grinding herself against my hard-on. “You are everything to me, Sully.”

  “And you are everything to me.” I cupped her throat, pressing my thumb against her pulse while my fingers wrapped around her jaw. “I love you even while I enjoy debasing you.” My foot kicked her ankle, splaying her legs. “I adore you even while I prepare to fuck you like my enemy.”

  She moaned as I sank my teeth into her neck.

  At the same time, I drove my cock deep inside her.

  She buckled over the broken railing, held prisoner by my hand on her throat, my teeth in her neck, and my cock piercing her delectable body. “Fuck.”

  I took my time.

  I took a second to just be. To feel her heat around me. To recognise her silky wetness and not the salty liquid of the sea. To feel the ever-weakening spasms of her prior release.

  And then, I moved.

  I rocked into her slowly, deeply. This sort of speed was novel for us. Normally, we couldn’t control ourselves the moment we connected. We lost all concept of prolonged pleasure and turned violent.

  Right here, right now, I wanted her to feel me.

  All of me.

  I drove upward, shoving her onto her tiptoes with my depth. “Where do you feel that?”

  She gasped as I rolled my hips, deleting all space between us. “In my belly, my heart, my mind.”

  “And what does your heart tell you?”

  “That I love you with all that I am.”

  “And your mind?”

  “That I want you to let go,” she breathed. “To use me without apology.”

  “Why?”

  “Because when you lose yourself, I know just how deeply I affect you.”

  I fucked her again, withdrawing and thrusting, slow and merciless. “I lost myself to you years ago.”

  “And I found myself when you stole me.”

  I kissed my way down her neck, nipping at her shoulder as I withdrew, then plunged inside her. “I wish I’d stolen you the moment you were born.”

  “So you could torture me this way for longer?”

  “So I wouldn’t have been so alone.”

  “Sully.” Her arm came back, looping around my head while her other hand reached for my hip, pulling me forward and into her. “We’re together now.”

  I squeezed my eyes closed, allowing the greed in my blood to build. “I’m never letting you go.”

  “Never,” she vowed.

  Shedding slow for quick, I rutted into her with short, savage strokes. “You’re the only one who sees me at my weakest and thinks I’m strong.”

  “And you’re the only one who can make me strong by showing me how weak I am next to you.”

  She moaned as I thrust particularly hard.

  “I’ll always protect you.” I dug my fingers into her hipbones, keeping her still while I used her. “Always use you like you crave.”

  “Yes.” Her breath caught as I hit high, bruising both of us with the natural barrier of her body. “God, yes.”

  We lost talent for talking as we once again slipped into sex and let cinta amplify our need. We grunted and groaned as the ship creaked with every thrust. The rotten floorboards beneath my feet splintered, revealing glinting gold bullion and priceless medallions in shattered chests, sprung open from the wreck.

  I ignored the rapidly disintegrating flooring and kept fucking my wife. Closing my eyes, I fed her my cock, over and over again.

  She writhed against me, begging silently, moaning loudly, encouraging me to take and take and take.

  And when the shards of pleasure shot up my legs and into my balls, and her pussy clenched around my cock in preparation to explode, the fucking floor gave way, plummeting us into the belly of the ship.

  I clutched her hard as we sank, protecting her from the splinters and rusty nails.

  We came to a stop against cool coins and glittering gold, my spine to the forgotten wealth and her back on my chest.

  She paused.

  She made to swim off me.

  Wrapping my arms around her, I kept her plastered against me. With her splayed over my body, I had complete freedom to capture her breasts with both hands and pinch her nipples before dropping one hand to her clit and the slipperiness of both of us as I continued to thrust hard and quick into her wet pussy.

  “You can’t get away that easily,” I grunted into her ear as I drove up while pushing her belly down with my palm. The pressure of my cock thrusting into her nudged my hand, and she squirmed in bliss on top of me.

  “Let me straddle you,” she murmured, her hair once again a cloud of weightless chocolate.

  “Come like this. Come all over my cock.” I grabbed her hips and changed my speed again. Short and savage, deep and dangerous.

  Her orgasm found her a few heartbeats before mine.

  Her entire body stiffened and bowed in my arms. I rubbed her clit as she detonated outward, adding ple
asure to her release and making her scream.

  Bubbles popped out of her mouth as she rode through the waves of release, her hips rocking into my hand and my cock throbbing to come.

  The moment she reached her pinnacle, I let go.

  My jaw locked as intense passion and devotion split my balls apart and spurted everything I was into her.

  Electricity and connection intensified our release until we both jerked with overwhelming clenches.

  As our bodies calmed and our hearts thundered, we didn’t move. We merely existed in the blanketing endorphins of love.

  We lay like two naked starfish upon a pile of pirated gold.

  The shadow of a shark swam above us, searching for a meal while cruising the depths of his domain.

  Placing my palm over her heart, I sighed in contentment as her pulse slowly steadied. Feeling the thing that kept Eleanor alive, beating for me and loving me, drowned me with gratefulness that she was mine.

  We lay in silence for a while, just enjoying our closeness.

  I grew drowsy.

  It would be so easy to fall asleep with her in my arms.

  But if we fell asleep, we’d wake back on Calypso, and this fantasy would be over.

  I had one last place I wanted to show her.

  Another wonderland to fuck in before this night was done.

  Chapter Twelve

  I SWAM AFTER SULLY, leaving the shipwreck behind with its mountains of tarnished gold and the broken planks of its hull. He hadn’t said where he was taking me, and I hadn’t asked.

  I was too enthralled with every element of this fantasy. Just like his—in the forest with jaguars and tree houses—this was more than just sex. This was a fantasy that was bone deep. A fantasy where you were able to exist—just for a moment—as more than just a boring human with stifling limitations and become a mythical entity with endless possibilities.

  He’d once again achieved something magical.

  From the realism of breathing water to the swift tickles of currents as hot water mixed with cool—it was all so believable. Every kick of my finned and scaled legs propelled me far faster than any swim I’d attempted before. A quick twist of my hips and my direction changed with a snap. A mere thought of somersaulting through the sea and my aquatic body granted my wish with a simple flick of power.

  The hippocampus found us again, its front legs galloping while its fishtail swished side to side with strength. It caught up fast, leaping over us, spraying us with bubbles, adding yet another unforgettable moment in an ocean of them.

  The best thing about Euphoria and Sully’s magic at creating VR worlds was they were tangible and enjoyable while awake. There was no fuzziness as sleep slowly left. No disappointment as the dream popped.

  This new dimension could be visited again and again. We could return just to swim and play. We could picnic in an abandoned ship wreck and explore the caves to our left where luminescent eels swayed in their burrows and glow-in-the-dark coral beckoned us to see what other treasures existed within.

  This place was an aphrodisiac for the mind. It triggered my brain to accept more beauty in the world. It chased away any cynicism for life. It made me appreciate every element of creation. It made me grateful because this might not be our natural habitat but it didn’t mean a place like this didn’t truly exist. And how wonderful was that? How awe-inspiring to know we lived on a planet that had coral reefs in all rainbow colours, armoured crustaceans, and all the other underwater residents of fish, prawn, and octopus.

  I understood now why his programs that he’d written and sold to charities who educated about animal abuse had the power to make people catatonic after they removed their goggles and headsets after being inside a slaughterhouse. Why the Army now enlisted his coding to teach soldiers about warfare and the potential life and death screw-ups of battle before they were ever enlisted. Why, on a daily basis, he had requests for another creation, another tool, another education to help narrow-minded people see a world outside the ones they believed were paramount.

  Sully’s VR allowed people to go where they weren’t welcome, and stay for far longer than other methods of technological advances could provide.

  I shivered in awe as I swam behind him. I gawked at his male beauty and absolute strength as he cut through the heavy blue ocean. I wanted his body thanks to cinta in my blood, but beneath that hunger existed a far more potent drug.

  I was spellbound by how one man could do so much for animal welfare and had the ability to shatter the boxes that humans had put themselves into. He saw a rule and broke it. He heard a law and found a way to show that things could be different.

  He had both dark and light inside him, but most of all...he had magic.

  I was sure of that.

  He was magic.

  And he’s mine.

  With a kick of my finned legs, I shot ahead of him, spiralled around him, and stole his hand. With another kick, I darted toward the seafloor, yanking him with me.

  A forest of seaweed surrounded us as we traded the surface for shadows. Kelp trees with waxy, wavy fronds stood as tall as three-story buildings.

  Seals darted amongst the leaves, spinning and spiralling with a lace of bubbles trailing their quick tails.

  Sully didn’t speak as I tumbled us against a kelp stem, and it was my turn to push him against the stalk. To press my body to his and cup his roughened cheeks.

  “I love you.” I kissed him hard.

  His eyes flared as I kissed him, again and again.

  His lips opened wide, accepting my besotted kisses before turning it into a greedy one. Our mouths locked, our tongues tangled, and I kissed him with all the awe, amazement, and absolute love I had for this incredible man.

  I lusted for him.

  I’d poured fire on my need by seeing just how damn lucky I was.

  He deepened the kiss as his hands came up and locked in my unruly hair. His head tilted to kiss me harder, his nose brushing mine as his tongue danced deep into my mouth.

  I clawed at his shoulders. Wherever he was taking me and whatever else he’d planned, I was going to ruin it. Here and now.

  The kelp leaf we stood on tolerated our buoyant intrusion as I wrapped my legs around Sully’s hips and dropped my hand to his cock.

  He groaned as I fisted him.

  I felt the slipperiness of my need on his skin from our previous encounter. Knowing that my body had branded his made me even more needy, more desperate.

  His eyes shot wide as I angled him up and sank down on his entire length.

  Inch by inch, I claimed him.

  I fed his body into mine, and my forehead slammed against his as I impaled and rocked.

  “Jinx...” He grabbed my chin and kissed me hard. “Christ, I love you.”

  I kissed him back, throwing my arms around his shoulders and holding on while my hips drove against his.

  I’d taken him before. I’d instigated sex, pinned him on his back, and made love to him almost as much as he made love to me.

  But this was different.

  This was more than just sex.

  It was a thank you.

  Thank you for being so special. So incredible. Thank you for giving me a world within a world within an entire galaxy where he was the god, creator, and architect.

  Thank you for stealing me.

  He grunted as my rhythm turned vicious, and I looked down our scale-flickering bodies at where we were joined. His velvet-covered steel plunging into my feminine folds. We both lost ourselves to the sight. Gasping and grunting as he grabbed my hips and increased my speed and pressure until I shuddered with yet another rapidly spindling orgasm.

  “Take me,” he snarled. “You own me.”

  I locked my ankles behind his back and thrust against him, our rhythm in sync, our desperation raw and violent.

  The kelp leaf gave way, sliding us down its high stalk as we sank deeper into the forest of green.

  We didn’t stop fucking.

  Didn’t stop
kissing or moving or worshipping.

  As his finned feet met the sandy bottom, he spun me around and shoved me against the base of the kelp. With a barrier keeping me steady, he thrust into me fiercely, hotly.

  Seals came to investigate, their whiskers tickling as Sully swatted them away and kept rutting into me.

  His hand fell between us, finding my clit and rubbing me in exactly the right way. “Scream for me, Jinx.”

  My eyes were hazy, my brain total mush.

  I was governed by my body and the overwhelming need to come.

  His fingers pinched me, sending me higher into the clutches of a climax.

  I tipped my head back, staring up at the thousands of green leaves above, feeling him pound into me, inhaling water I shouldn’t be able to breathe, and it was all the perfect catalyst.

  I screamed as my release ripped me apart.

  He snarled as his own orgasm hollowed him out and spurted deep within me.

  We thrust and clawed, desperate to be closer even as our bodies were joined with bruises and pain.

  We kept fucking as we rode the waves of pleasure. He sank to his knees as he shuddered and spurted inside me. And I sat on his lap as the intensity of the moment switched to incredible bliss at having this man inside me.

  I moaned and nuzzled into him. I rubbed against him like a cat marking her territory. I wanted to brand him, tattoo him, bind him to me forever.

  “You okay, Eleanor?” he murmured into my ear, his voice raspy and deliciously dark.

  “Uh-huh.” I kissed along his neck, inhaling his rich, heady scent even underwater.

  “You just attacked me because...?”

  “I couldn’t help it.”

  He chuckled. “Was it the scales?”

  “Definitely the scales.” I raked my hands through his hair, making him shiver and his cock throb inside me. “It’s everything, Sully. You, this, our life together. I’m so, so lucky. And I needed you. Needed to know this is real even while we swim in myth.”