Chapter 9
It’s warm and hard with a velvety soft texture I didn’t expect. It pulses slightly as I run my hand down it, marveling at the feeling of silky skin over what feels like steel. The merman lets out a short, contented rumble that sends a quick pulse through the water that makes my skin tingle.
I stroke him slowly, fascinated by the way it seems to throb and grow under my touch. It’s much larger than I expected. It seems so alien and strange, but also…fascinating. Intriguing. Alluring.
Does this feel good? I wonder. Does it hurt at all?
As if he can hear me, he looks at me intently, and there’s an intensity in those dark eyes that sends a shiver down my spine. His lips curve upward into a slight smile.
Taking that as encouragement, I continue stroking him, exploring his length with my fingers. I trace the subtle pattern of veins along his shaft, running my fingers over the tip before sliding back down.
My analytical mind can’t help but imagine how it would feel inside me, and a flood of bubbles rush from my respirator as an errant sigh escapes me. It would
easily be the biggest I’ve ever had…so thick and long.
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I doubt it would fit. It would probably hurt, but some wild part of my brain doesn’t mind the sound of that at all. It would be worth the effort and discomfort to have this beautiful creature buried deep inside me, filling me completely.
His hips twitch and he bucks gently against my hand, thrusting his cock through my fist. A low moan escapes me and I squeeze him tighter, stroking him faster. The water around us churns slightly, and the fins trailing the merman forearms flare out, shimmering beautifully in the moonlight.
Of their own volition, my hips begin to grind against his hips. Get a hold of yourself!
I force myself to stop, my cheeks on fire as I look back into his eyes. What I see there only conflicts me that much more they’re half–lidded, the expression on his what I can only describe as one of deep satisfaction…a man getting his way.
Just a bit longer, I think, trying to keep my mind focused on the research potential. I can collect a sample, I reason, and it will be groundbreaking. My
rationalizations feel flimsy, but I push on, thoroughly enthralled by my own actions, by the way he responds to me.
Emboldened, I wrap both hands around him. His eyes close as he rumbles again. I begin to slowly stroke my hands up and down his cock, watching as the skin moves over the muscle underneath. After a few moments I find a rhythm and pick up the pace, moving my hands more quickly up and down the length of his shaft, letting my fingers explore the head and ridges of his cock as I go.
The merman’s breath quickens and the water around us pulses and vibrates in time with my strokes – a response to noises I can’t hear him make. I look down at my hands and see that the tip of his cock is wet and slick with a cloudy, viscous substance that stands out starkly from the surrounding water. I slow my pace and rub my thumb over the head, spreading the foggy liquid around and making my hands slide up and down faster.
The merman’s hand on my wrist suddenly clamps down on my wrist painfully as he thrusts his hips against my trapped hand.
When I try to take my hand away, he reacts instantly. His tail, powerful and serpentine, entwines around my legs, holding me in place. I gasp, thoroughly intimidated by the strength of his grip, which is far more frightening than it ever was in my dreams.
Okay, okay, I try to calm myself. I get it. You’re not done.
His eyes open, locking onto mine with an intensity that nearly steals my breath away. There’s a mixture of smugness and need in his abyssal gaze, and I know right then and there that I never had the upper hand here. I can rationalize and lie to myself all I want, but the truth remains the same: he’s not letting me go until he’s fully satisfied.
The rumble in his chest grows louder, making me tremble in ways that have nothing to do with sound waves bouncing off of water molecules.
I resume my movements, my pulse pounding in my ears. The situation feels surreal, like something out of one of my dreams–or perhaps they were nightmares all along. Either way, there’s no denying the connection between us, strange and invasive as it is.
As I continue, I can feel his body responding, muscles tensing and relaxing in rhythm with my touch. The merman’s breathing becomes heavier, his grip on my legs tightening slowly, until my legs go numb. The low rumble deepens, almost like a purr, and his sculpted back arches off the tank floor.
Almost there, I silently encourage him. The scientific part of my brain is cataloging every detail, every reaction, but another part of me is caught up in the moment, in the sheer intensity of the experience. Almost…there-
“Phoebe?”
The sudden sound of my name cuts through the water, startling us both. The merman releases me, sending me floating away, suddenly alone and utterly
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rose to the surface of the tank, my name echoing in the air again. “Phoebe! Where the fuck is she?”
Shit, it’s Sitam
I stay submerged, holding my breath so that the respirator won’t disperse bubbles and give away my position. All the while, I pray That Stan doesn’t see me. His footsteps are heavy and impatient, comping closer. I freeze, every muscle tensed, until finally, his footsteps fade off
I let out a silent sigh of relief, then clanib out of the tank, dripping wet and shaking slightly from the adrenaline. I find my discarded jeans, soaked and torn. Examining the ruined fabric, I let out a heaving sigh, utterly ready for this might to be over–this entire effing trip!
I’m already running low on clean clothes, and this pair is beyond saving, I wring them out as best I can, mentally adding “laundry” to my ever–growing list of
tasks..
“Sugar?” This time the call comes from the other side of the ship, and Star’s voice is getting closer.
I decide it’s time to make myself scarce, but before I gn, I take one final look at the embed tank. It’s dark and completely still. As if nothing ever happened.
A shudder runs through me as I turn and fee back to my cabin.
Chapter Comments
that ant your analytical mind thats your hominess
Sandra Kirihaug
How…..? Underwater BJ??? The approach on doing it for ‘science and research” just makes all of it laughable unfortunately and nowhere near erotic or evoting
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