Gender: Female Age: 20 Location: In a mirage.
|Introduction: An encounter between a fisherman and a Selkie|
The waves ripped softly around the boat, sliding over its surface and then once again revealing the aging paint. The boat may have been old, but it was sturdy and the fisherman who owned it had not one thing to complain about. He’d named his boat long ago, when he was just a young man; eighteen or nineteen. It had faded over the course of time, the rough winds and the harsh sea wiping away all traces of its former glory. The word “seolha” had now faded, reading only a simple “ Eo h .”
The man, like the fishing boat, was aged and worn. He was now reaching the experienced age of forty. His dark brown hair was speckled with a fierce grey. His eyes were a violent blue, which paralleled his time spent on the sea. Deep wrinkles were present in his skin, years beneath the sun the obvious cause. Some of the wrinkles were hidden by his beard, the hair still in its rough stage. He was strong, and in his younger days most would have called him handsome. As the man aged through the years he spent more and more time on his precious boat. He acquainted himself with the sea, and the sea became his home, his soul, and his lover.
This day in particular he sat with his feet propped up on the edge of his boat. His scuffed boots dangled over the edge slightly. The wind was cool and the man wore a pair of jeans, a sweater that had seen better days, and of course his trusty fishing hat. His eyes and thoughts wandered as the day went on. He cast his line into the water and would let it sit almost a half hour at a time. The waves could be heard turning over, the rifts of the water easing the man into comfort. Eventually, the sea as his lullaby, the man drifted off into a deep sleep.
“Mother, Mother. Please tell me a story.” the boy spoke, his voice pleading. His mother paused and sat down at the edge of his bed. She leaned forward and ran her fingers through his hair, the strands of brown weaving in and out of her fingers as she moved them.
“A long time ago on the shores of O’Selona there was a young man. He was an average man, a man looking to make his way in the world. The man wanted to go rich and live long. He craved power. Searching for the means to this wealth the man bought a boat and he fished. He fished and he fished.” His mother spoke, beginning the story she had told many times before.
The boy would eventually drift to sleep as his mother carried on telling of the Selkie the man had found.
The man eventually woke from his nap and once again set his efforts to fishing. Over and over he cast, but the man still did not catch any fish. The sun was beginning to set and the ocean was preparing itself for the evening. However, the fisherman was determined to catch a fish before returning to shore.
Unknowingly to the man, a seal had been watching him since the sun had begun to set. She could see the frustration on his face. She drew closer and closer to the boat while darkness covered the sea. She floated near the boat, hidden by the shadows of the sea. She watched through the light of the moon and stars as the man grew even sadder. A frown formed on his face, and small wrinkles furrowed around it. Her tender heart felt for him so with a twitch of her nose she dived deeper into the sea, her instincts taking hold as she snatched a fish in her mouth. She slowly split the water as she made her way back up towards the boat, before tossing the fish up in the air.
The fisherman jumped as he saw and heard the fish fall into his boat. He could see the fish flopping by the light of the lantern. It was a large fish, enough to feed him twice. While the fisherman was studying the fish with question, the seal was busy gathering another. Soon, another fish flew into the boat. The fisherman was confused now and moved over to the edge of the boat searching for answers. He thought he caught the glimpse of something as he looked into the water, but after a blink it was gone.
Before his very eyes the most beautiful seal rose out of the water, its shiny skin, dark from the night’s lack of light. Another large fish was in its mouth and the fisherman watched her movements as she tossed the fish back onto the boat. The seal looked back at him, but as the fisherman reached out, she startled and dived back under the water. The fisherman watched for several moments, but not seeing the beautiful seal, he turned back to his boat.
He began to prepare to head back to shore. He picked up the fish and stored them in the large cooler. As he bent down the boat shook, almost sending the fisherman over the edge. He grasped the railing with his strong hands, steadied himself and turned around only to almost fall off the boat again with shock. Standing before him was the most beautiful woman he had ever scene. She was naked, her pale skin shined in the darkness. Drops of water clung to its silkiness, slowly running down her body, leaving paths behind. She was slender but her curves were defined. Her body was flawless. He looked to her face and he was drawn to her light grey eyes. She had long silver hair and the dampness from the sea made it cling to her body. Hair hung around her breasts, and what lovely breasts they were; each one a full handful. Her nipples were large and dark, such a contrast to her pale body. Curls at the end plastered around her waist, framing her small body. The hair curled and led down to the patch of matching metallic hair covering her womanhood. The man’s eyes trailed down, pausing at that smaller area of hair before continuing his journey down her legs. His lips parted as he took in her long legs, but as he came to what laid around her feet, his eyes widened with surprise.
The fisherman’s facial expression transformed from confusion, to consideration, and finally to conclusion as he realized the truth of what she was. She was a Selkie; his own precious little Selkie. He thought back to his childhood, the stories his mother would recite to him before bed. Many nights his dreams were filled with the mystery and beauty of the Selkies. There was a time in his childhood he was almost obsessed with the creatures, and would spend many hours watching for them along the shore. As he grew older his mother stopped reciting the stories and he soon forgot the enchantment of them. His thoughts faded from the past at that last depressing thought.
She stood there still, silent, watching him. He held up a finger to her, motioning for her to wait, before turning back to the cooler to grab one of the fish she caught for him. He offered it to her. A smile rose on her face as she took the fish from his hands, her fingers brushing against his own as she did so. He watched her as she began to eat the fish in unabashed manner. Her fingers peeled at the fish as if they had done so a thousand times before. She ripped a hole through the skin of the fish, tearing through its scaly shield. From there she began to tear the fish apart with her teeth. Despite the dark scene that lay before the fisherman all he could feel was a strong sense of arousal. The sight of the Selkie eating the fish like an animal in her human form began to illicit a response in the man.
He watched as she was driven by her animal instincts and a thought sparked in his mind. He was curious if all instincts would overcome her human form. More specifically he wondered if her sexual instincts would be like that of her seal form. As his thoughts progressed and grew so did his penis. With every bite she took and with every thought he conjured it grew harder and harder; soon there was a noticeable bulge in his pants.
As the Selkie finished the food in her hand she looked up. An innocent smile crossed her features as she saw the fisherman watching her. She tossed the bones of the fish back into the sea and took a step forward. She was entranced by this man, never having been so close to one before. The man looked to her face, where remnants of the fish still remained, and he bent, grabbing a rag from the floorboards of the boat. He took a slow step towards her. He didn’t want to frighten her away. As he drew closer her steps stilled and it was up to him to reach to her. He took those last final steps and raised his hand brushing the rag across her face. Her eyes didn’t leave his as he wiped the blood from her mouth. He swept it over her soft lips and across her chin.
He pulled the rag away and let it drop to the ground. It fell by their feet soundlessly. Despite the fact that the task was completed, the man couldn’t make himself pull away. He once again raised his hand and brushed his knuckles over her skin. Her eyes widened and her lips parted as she let out a sound of shocked pleasure. He moved them against her cheek, his worn hands a contrast to her smooth skin. His eyes bore into hers and her body tightened as she watched them shift to the color of the sea’s storm. He drew closer and she retreated, but he wouldn’t let her go. Soon her back was pressed into the edge of the boat and he was pressed against her naked form. His hand had never left his cheek, but rather had spread to cup the side of her face. He slide his hand down the side of her face, his fingers running over the line of her jaw. He curled them around her jaw in a loose grip and lifted his thumb to brush across her lips.
He wanted to take her right then and there, but he knew he couldn’t. He stroked the pad of his thumb over her plump lips over and over, watching as the soft pattern of them bended and molded to the direction of his thumb. Her lips parted under his touch and he moved his thumb slightly to move along the moist skin of her inner lip. She blinked several times still watching him. After he could no longer resist, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. At first she resisted, trying to pull away from the kiss, but the fisherman drew on. After a moment she gave into him, her body relaxed against his and her lips became pliant under his own.
He deepened the kiss and pressed his body closer into hers. He could feel the curves of her body even through his thick clothing. Her lips soon parted further allowing the exploration of his tongue into her mouth. The hand on her face slid back to her neck. His strong hands gripped it as he titled into their kiss. He moved his fingers in a comforting caress, matching the movements of his tongue against hers. She was now responding back to him with passion; her lips and tongue moving against his with a fire of lust. He pressed his leg in between hers and he nudged them apart allowing him to slip even closer to her. Their bodies were so close not even the wind could move between them.
His mind debated the next move, but his body had already made it for him. He moved the hand on her neck slowly down her back, his fingers trailing lightly over her pale skin. He dipped lower and lower, playing over the curve of her spine. He slid his hand even lower and as he did so, he slowed his pace. He wanted this moment to linger on, the time that his hand moved over her fleshy backside. He brushed his palms over both lumps of it. He swallowed her sigh with his mouth as it still moved with hers. He could feel the muscles of her butt responding under his touch. They clenched for the sensation of a man’s hand there was so new to her. Satisfied with her response he continued his journey down her left cheek, until his hand reached beneath the curve of it. He hooked his hand around the back of her thigh, the bow of her bum resting on the side of his hand, and he lifted.
The sky darkened around them to a steely grey. The wind was still and the air was thick. The sky was nearly free of birds and the fish retreated to the depths of the ocean.
He quickly moved his free hand to her waist, and with the combined effort of them he lifted her onto the edge of the boat. He guided her leg out as he did so, opening her up to him. He pulled away from her pouted lips. His eyes lingered on hers a moment before travelling down the body he’d just opened to him; down over her breasts, her stomach, her hips and finally to rest on her womanhood. He explored her with his eyes. His glance slid between the folds of her vagina, and into the moist opening. His eyes brushed over her sensitive bud and the soft curls that rested above it. His left hand remained wrapped around her waist, keeping her from falling over the edge of the boat. He could hear her soft breathing; he could sense the arousal with each breath she took. He could even smell her over the scent of the sea. He slowly glided his hand up her thigh, into the curve of her groin, and finally to settle against her vagina. She took a sharp breath and held it.
Everything was stagnant. There was no life. The sea gave no emotion, no fight. It was as if it was dead. The smell, taste, touch, sound, sight of the ocean was gone.
The sound of her moan came crashing out as she let out her breath. He stroked his finger along her folds, moving the soft skin beneath it. He pushed them apart to rub over that tight hole beneath them. He pulled his finger back out of her curtains, a slight glimmer present on the tip. His eyes lifted back to hers and he smiled for she had closed the lids of hers. Her lips were still parted and moist from their kiss. Without a second thought he quickly moved his fingers to her lips and rubbed the taste of her arousal over her bottom lip. She was a creature of instinct and of pleasure. Her tongue slipped out of that perfect mouth and she tasted herself. Her chest rose and fell as she was drawn more and more into the pleasure.
Suddenly there was life. A sharp bolt of lightning and a roaring sound to match it filled the sky. The waves responded to the call of above and they lifted their reach to it.
The man’s passion overtook him as he watched this woman drink herself. He dropped to his knees before her, the hand on her lips moving down between the bulbs of her breasts to wrap around the other side of her waist. He pressed his chin against her right thigh, encouraging her to open it to him. She did so. Her musty scent filled him as he breathed heavily. His mouth lingered only an inch from her core. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, before suddenly leaning forward and placing a kiss on her clitoris. She was overwhelmed by the pleasure. Her hands gripped the edge of the boat and she tipped head back. Her long hair extended over the edge of the boat and the growing waves grabbed at it, leaving their mark on the edges. His tongue moved over where his eyes and finger had probed before. He wanted her in every way possible. The sweet taste of her excitement sat on his tongue and soaked into his mouth as he sucked the flavor from her.
The anger of the water below them rose. It roared a warning. The sea seemed to darken to match that of the sky above it. The waves rolled, the whites of their eyes peering.
Her hands gripped tighter into the weary wood. Her hips lifted into the attentions of his mouth. Soft sounds rose above the cries of the sea, to fill the man’s ears. He pulled away, his chin thick with her juices. He stood to his feet once again, his eyes on her face. He watched as she opened them and looked to him again. Her eyes were such a contrast from before. They had transformed into a dark coal color, the soft grey from before gone completely. A raw sense of hunger lingered in them, threatening to take control of the poor creature. She watched him as he dropped his clothing piece by piece. She was transfixed by his anatomy. She ached to reach out and touch him, but some part of her was still afraid.
The cries of the deep grew louder. The warning echoed more desperately. Most creatures had heeded its cautions. But…not all.
He stood back for a moment, letting her take him in. He didn’t wait long, though; before stepping up to her and pressing himself in between her soft thighs. Their naked bodies touched and heat rose from them to be carried away into the void. She was open for him. She was wet for him, waiting and ready. Their sexes touched as he managed to press even closer to her. He looked into her, searching for an answer. He got one; not with words but with her eyes and the response of her body. He reached down with one hand and took hold of his shaft. He slowly guided himself toward her, rubbing the tip along her opening, before finally slipping partially inside.
Tumbling. Rising. Plummeting. The sea, over and over and over. Tumbling. Rising. Plummeting.
Her eyes widened and her body tensed. He pushed further and further, and with one last push in, he felt the resistance of her hymen slipping. She cried out, the sound a strangled mix between pain and pleasure. Her eyes glassed over some and he stilled; waiting, and watching her. Their hair whipped in the wind, but all else remained still, until she moved herself the smallest of amounts around him. This simple act threw the fisherman into his task. He moved his hips, his penis moving inside of her, brushing against her swollen walls. He pulled back gradually and once again pushed into her, this time with more force than the last. He could only keep this pace for so long and his body shook with the effort of doing so.
The water on the side of the boat began to shake with the force of the wind. The whips of air sounded like that of a crying woman, and the sound rose and rose, only to be struck down by the fists of the sky.
A small sound of pure and absolute pleasure rose to his ears and it broke him. He quickly pulled himself back and thrust into her. The force would have sent her back over the edge of the boat had it not been for his arm wrapped around her waist. Again and again he repeated the action. In and out, in and out. Each thrust presenting a new level of determination. Her cries of ecstasy grew louder, fighting Mother Nature for dominance. Her body grew slick from her efforts and her hair damp. Marks of her nails were imprinted into the boat, growing deeper and deeper with each of the fisherman’s drives. Her body moved easily beneath the force of his, the sides of her legs marked with a line from the edge of the boat; a thin red line.
The waves grew with fierceness as they turned over and over and over and over. The white caps showed each time through threw back, and once again, they rose, over and over and over and over.
Their movements grew more desperate. She reached for him as he took her. Their bodies drew close enough together that they looked molded as one. He tore into her with a fierce resolve. He moved one of his hands from her waist and pushed gently back on her chest. She bent at the waist, her back arched over the side of the boat. Her hair now dangled free into the water, and was quickly sucked into the current of the angry waves. He pressed his palm flat on her chest, his fingers forcing down the plump curves of her breasts. As his thrusts gained strength, his hand would push her down harder, sending her hair further into the sea. He guided her leg up to wrap around his waist, and he moved his other hand to brush against her clit. Her body twitched in response as he began rubbing his thumb over it in time with his plunges.
All the forces of Mother Nature joined together and before between them rose a great storm. Lightning struck down into the sea, the waves retaliated, clawing at the sky. Thunder shook the very being of the ocean. The storm was at its peak, and what a violent peak it was.
They rose, higher and higher until the end was reached, and as they reached it, they kept going as the desire rose around them in a tidal wave of climax. The Selkie’s body shook violently as a pleasure greater than any she’s felt before consumed her. She gripped her leg tighter around the man’s waist and her hands fell back to dip into the sea. The man came with her, his seed filling into her and warming her. His legs tensed, and the muscles of his thighs twitched with effort. As they finished they both grew weak with exhaustion. Their bodies slipped into a state of lethargy, and their muscles relaxed.
Her leg loosened and his arms grew slack. Before they knew it she was being plummeted into the sea below them. They came crashing back to reality at the sound of her body hitting the water. The fisherman’s eyes grew wide with fear as he noticed the storm, and the strong rift of the sea. He looked around frantically, quickly grabbing a spare rope. He looked over the edge of the boat, but he didn’t see her. He couldn’t jump into the ocean; that was a suicide jump.
He brought his hands up to wipe at his eyes, hopefully to clear them. He peered back out and suddenly he saw a flash of her hair, but it was quickly gone. She’d been pulled away from the boat. The rope he grabbed had no chance of reaching her. He didn’t want to lose her. She was his and he wanted her, forever. He looked around the surface of the boat, searching for something that might help her. That’s when he saw it. Her skin. He picked it up in his hands and ran his fingers along the outside of it. It was mostly grey, spotted here and there. His eyes wrinkled as he argued with himself. If he gave it back, she was gone forever. He looked out to the water once more and another bright flash of her hair helped him make up his mind. He yelled a cry of sadness and loss as he threw the skin with all his might.
His strength fought against the gusts and he watched as the skin sailed through the open air and landed in the sea. He made out the movement of her hand gripping the skin and then they were both gone. The man let out a heavy sigh and turned, preparing to fight his way back home.
He returned day after day, but he never saw her again.
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