The Merman
by Delilah Jones       Page 2

I admired the strong line of his cheekbones and jaw. He picked up the bowl and walked to me, set it in my lap and went back to serve himself. I ate hungrily. It tasted wonderful and the raw fish was better than any sushi I ate on the mainland. This thought brought me back to wonder if I was dead, or what? Where was I? I finished my food quickly and lay down on my side to rest and digest. He looked up at me only twice as he ate, so I smiled at him and asked, "Who are you? Can you speak English? Where am I and what happened?" He stopped eating, frowned and looked into the fire. Then he got up and sat next to me on the pallet. He raised his hand and said a few short phrases in a language I had never heard before. We both smiled and shrugged. His fingers were slightly webbed. Now I thought I was dead, or having some terrific dream!

We spent several days together. He never left my side. I was exhausted and slept most of the time waking only to eat. He rubbed me down every day with the oil and I certainly didn't fight him back. We began to communicate through crude sign language and taught each other a few key words and phrases in each other's languages, though most of our communication was made through our eyes.

One time before a meal, (I never did know what time it was..no day or night, just time to sleep, eat and rest.) I caught him watching me while I combed my hair with my fingers, attempting to de-gnarl it. As I arched my back and stretched I saw his eyes smoldering, hungry for more than crude sign language communication. His male member engorged with blood, stood erect and ready. The merman (as I had began to call him, although now I was thinking of calling him the sea-man) stood without shame and walked towards me, smiling for the first time. He held out his arms to me in invitation. His eyes never wavered or faltered as I walked to him. This was a being brought up in a life without shame or guilt concerning his body and sexuality. Taking a deep breath I stand to meet him. He takes me in his arms and holds me tightly then moves his hands to my hips and stokes me like I've never been stroked before. I reach to run my fingers through his long hair and brush against something on his neck.

I stand on my toes to kiss him to see fish-like gills tightly closed. Somewhat startled I jump back then move back into his arms to inspect him closer. He doesn't seem to care in the least so I kiss him. I kiss his neck, his chest and his nipples. I fall to my knees, kissing and tonguing him on down his torso. His erection bounces against my breasts and I move them back and forth across his hardened phallus to tease him into a frenzy. He scoops me up into his arms and carries me to the pallet on the floor. The firelight flickers into his serious green eyes as he lays me down on my back.

He takes the oil and drizzles it along my body and mutters something in his strange language then begins chanting again as he rubs me down. It feels different now; His musky ode makes me hungrier than I've ever imagined possible. He is leaning over me tracing his fingers over my body, making me burn and thrash around in the skins. I'm panting and begging him with my eyes to touch me harder. I cry out and whimper but he only smiles an all knowing smile and pushes my legs back and open. He tastes my juices and makes love to me, kissing and torturing my clitoris with such relish that he is out of control, or so I think. He raises up to look at me as I squirm and reach for my swollen yoni with my hand. I pull at him to enter me but he just stops and says, "No now..Wait" He strokes himself just inches from my lips but teasingly pulls away and smiles. He is swollen and red hot. I have to have him inside me. I roll to my stomach and rear up so that he can see my flower in full bloom. He plunges his face to taste my nectar again and I scream as he encircles my bud over and over until I am whimpering likes a baby. The fire has died down by now and it is dark, he plunges himself into me to the full depth of my yoni then holds himself deep inside me, squeezes my breasts, holding them firmly while he coarsely whispers and croons into my ear. Then slowly he moves out and enters me again but excruciatingly slow, and torturous.

He brings me to one climax, then another. They roll as he slowly and deliberately moves to do this. He maneuvers me to my back and holds my face in his palms and kisses me so sensuously and deeply that I am lost in a glow of pure bliss. Our bodies are one and we arch and move together like we were creating the universe together; The big bang..Really! Together we come again, on the ground in the sand rolling and climaxing over and over. I realize that this man has had many orgasms like me but has not stopped. He can ejaculate repeatedly without rest. We make love for hours, only stopping to catch our breath, he never subsides. Then finally, after I can't do it any longer, he gives his final explosion, holding me so tightly close to him, holding me to him until he falls asleep still inside me. We slept for a long time, wrapped in each other's arms under the furs, for how long I don't know.

The next day he pampered, petted and told me he loved me with his gestures and strange words. We bathed in the salty water at the end of the lava tunnel and he told me it was time to go back, he had to return to his people but would be back for me. We arranged to meet at every full moon and he would bring me to this special place for our uniting. We dove into the water the next day and he took me back to the mainland, breathing for me the entire way. Parting was as swift as our meeting and the pain in my heart was just as torrential as the waves that brought us together. I comforted myself in knowing that I would be with him at the next full moon. My life back on land was like a dream; it was the ocean that I longed for.

Several weeks went by and I noticed that my period was late. I tested positive for pregnancy! My little merchild! It is no wonder I was pregnant after such loving as I had with my merman. A week after the test I noticed that my neck was sore and rough…Could it be gills? Maybe someday I could join him to live in his undersea kingdom.