Page 4 of The Mer-Mate

“Do not do this unless you wish for me to claim you,” he growls. Underwater, his words vibrate all around me. My body screams at me to lick again, to let him claim me, but some feeling I can’t explain holds me back.

My heart pounds against every pulse point in my body. God, what am I doing? This is reckless, even for me. I’ve just been shipwrecked, nearly died, and am naked in an undersea cave with a fucking merman.

A merman I’ve searched for my entire life. I’ve never wanted anything more. And to know him fully is beyond anything in my wildest dreams.

This is the opposite of reckless. This isn’t moving too fast. In fact, I think I’m not moving fast enough.

The a’wesh in my throat glows hot as I try to swallow against it.

I trail my hands over his neck, down the expanse of his chest. The flat disks of his nipples are a darker grey than the surrounding skin.

I draw a finger over each one, and the flat front of his tail, right where a human man’s cock would be, flexes at my touch.

Water flows from my lungs in a stream of bubbles. I’m already wondering how the mammal half of him extends below the tail.

I pull my gaze up to find him with a look of pure hunger. He releases his hands from my face, slides them down my body, and immediately I start to float away.

Easily fixed. I wrap my legs around his torso, securing us together, and he looks down in shock.

“I guess two legs would be different for you,” I say, grinning. I wiggle against him. He’s so big my feet barely connect on the other side. My foot runs into a dorsal ridge, and I stroke with my toes. “They’ll keep me from drifting away from you again.”

“They will,” he says, slightly stunned. “We would not even need my knot. ”

My heart rate jumps in my chest. “Knot?” I squeak.

“Your kind does not have this?”

“Nope. No knots.”

A shadow passes over his features. “Then I doubt your body can take me.”

For now, he’s satisfied with exploring other parts of me, and attacks my body with single-minded dedication.

He’s methodical, fingers starting at my extremities and working his way inwards.

Every hollow gets attention, from the curve of my underarm to the arch of my foot, both of which delight him as they earn him a ticklish kick.

From the dimples on my thighs to the bumps of my ankle bones, he caresses me like he’s memorizing me. My webless fingers and toes are admired with wonder, and my breath stops when he strokes the underside of my breasts.

It’s intoxicating to watch his hands on me. They’re so huge he can circle my waist. His claws look sharp enough to rip a shark to shreds, but never come close to breaking my skin. And the friction is making my already erratic heart rate stutter.

The roughness of his fingers is intense, electrifying everything under them. His thumbs toy with my nipples the same way I did his, and my thighs flex around him. He strokes the outside of my thigh, fingers curving around the seam of my ass.

The flow of water stops in my lungs. Whatever coolness the water lent my body is gone. I hold achingly still, not wanting him to move, willing him to keep going. When he finds the cleft at the apex of my thighs, heat blooms between my legs, and my merman’s head whips up, nostrils flaring.

“Your scent.” His eyes close as he lets my arousal wash over him. He drags his knuckles through my slick, and another flood of wetness leaks out of my aching pussy. “It is delicious.”

Here I am, less than twenty minutes out from thinking I was about to die, and now a merman is sampling the scent of my pussy like a rare flower. I rock against his fingers and lock my legs more firmly around his waist.

“More.”

A ripple flows over his tail from belly to fluke.

Careful of his claws, he spreads my folds, tracing the hood of my clit in the most delicious tease of my life.

He’s slow, precise, like he’s making a map of my sex by touch alone.

The webbing of his fingers adds a sensation that’s almost too much to take.

It’s taking every ounce of my willpower not to grind my pussy into him.

The friction is driving me to the edge. I throw my head back, biting down on my lip. “Toren,” I whimper, “I’m going to …”

My thighs begin to spasm around him, but just before I come, the sudden jerk sends the tip of a claw skating over my inner thigh, and he rips his hand away.

“Shayle,” he says, horrified.

An angry red line glows, razor-thin, but my skin is unbroken.

“I’m not hurt,” I gasp, more for the orgasm denied than the injury, and kiss the claw that scraped me. He could turn my thighs to ribbons, as long as he kept touching me.

My head is spinning. My pussy clenches around nothing and another bloom of my arousal perfumes us, blowing his pupils black. I can’t wait any longer. If he can’t touch me, I’ll show him how I like it.

I drop my hand between my thighs to give myself relief, but before I can make contact, I’m floating upwards as he nestles his face between my thighs.

Oh god . His tongue. His tongue is perfect. Nothing compares to it. The tip is as rough as I felt while kissing him, but the top is smooth. He circles my clit, sucking it between his lips, and for a moment I think I may have died after all, because if anything, this is heaven.

“So there are pearls above the water as well,” he pauses to murmur, then delves deeper inside of me than I’ve ever felt.

My body is so hot the water around us is shimmering. I’ve never been fucked this good in my life and I don’t even know if he has a cock. I plant my palms flat to the glowing ceiling and press my pussy onto his face. My merman is about to know what it’s like when a human comes.

He’s licking me so deep that when I do, my walls clench down on his tongue.

“ Toren! ” I scream his name in a rush of bubbles.

Wave after wave of my orgasm rip through me.

I don’t know if I’m seeing stars or if the cave lights are pulsing with the throb in my body.

And it goes on, and on, cresting and retreating, for so long I can’t tell when one orgasm ends and the next begins.

Finally I choke out his name again, kicking my feet feebly, and he pulls away.

“I had to taste you,” he says. He grins, putting his fangs on display, and he licks the red mark on my inner thigh. “I think it pleased you.”

“Yes,” I sigh. “It pleased me.”

The water is heavy as I pull it into my lungs, my a’wesh working double-time to keep up. What’s left of the red mark is already fading from my thigh. If I remember, I’ll ask about the healing properties of merfolk saliva later.

Lord knows my pussy has never felt so good.

He guides me back down his body, wrapping my legs around his waist again. “I would never tire of this sight,” he says, mesmerized.

“My pussy or my legs?”

“Pussy,” he repeats, trying out the word. “I like that.”

Whatever gushing water sound the merfolk word for pussy is would be apt right about now.

Another pulse from the area where a man’s cock would be pulls my gaze downwards. I slide my hands down his chest, teasing his nipples and stroking his abdomen as I go. He’s warmer here, just below his belly button, and I look at him in question.

His answer is so low, I feel the words, rather than hear them.

“I beg you.”

Lower I slide my fingers, feeling the change in his body where man becomes aquatic. The skin here is thicker, almost dense, and slightly rippled. Suddenly, my fingers sink into a hidden slit, and my merman lets out a cry that makes the lights on the cave wall flicker.

“ Poseidon’s kingdom ,” he roars. He claws at the ceiling above my head, the cords of his powerful neck taut as wire. His fangs are bared, tail shaking. All because of two little fingers buried inside him.

Well, well, well. This is different.

I stroke around the opening, an impish grin curving my mouth. “This pleases you?” I ask.

“Nothing has ever pleased me as this,” he gasps. “Do not stop.”

I ease my fingers in, so carefully, watching his face contort. I have no idea what I’m doing. His responses are the only thing guiding me. And I love the effect this is having on him.

A swell crests inside me. I’m fingering my merman.

Every little twitch of my pinky makes the tips of his tail shake. Every brush of my thumb makes him groan. I take the flat of my tongue and lick his nipple as I twist my fingers inside him, and I swear the lights in the cave brighten.

He’s tight, but I wiggle my fingers deeper, until my entire hand slides home, and his slit clamps down around my wrist.

Oh, hello.

His balls are just inside, protected. The thought that human men would kill for that adaptation flits across my mind, but my merman and I can compare anatomy stories later. When I reach deeper, I feel it for the first time, and his fear that my body might not take him makes sense .

His cock is huge . It’s rock-hard length tucked up against his body. Tremors shake him as I work my way up his length, checking in with him constantly to make sure I’m not hurting him.

With his hand curled around the back of my skull, his claws inches from my jugular, he could crush me with the flick of his wrist, but his fathomless eyes implore me to keep going.

Like I would deny him anything to win the sounds he’s making. Finally, I find the head, thick and bulbous.

Knot , I think. It must be. There’s no way I could fit my fist around it. I brush my thumb along the slit at the top, and the space inside him contracts.

“Shayle.” He pulses once in my hand, and with a strained groan, his cock emerges from his body.

He’s so beautiful I want to cry.

Like the rest of him, it’s smooth, the same aquamarine as his tail. The thick vein running along its length throbs under my fingers. I swirl my thumb around his crown, and a silvery cream beads along the slit, pearlescent in the glow of the cave.