Page 12 of Sink or Swim

My thighs almost clamp shut; it takes some effort not to squeeze poor Nick’s head like a berry. He chuckles as he watches me and pats my thighs. He mutters something that sounds vaguely like an instruction, and I spread my thighs for him. Nick grins.

“Good girl,” he rasps. That, I understood. That was night number two around the fire, where we spent time working on basic vocabulary. Good girl.

I’m wetter than I’ve ever been, and my mouth goes dry. Nick lowers his face to bury himself in my cunt again. His tongue slides in and out of me in ways I never imagined possible, and my abdomen clenches as I try to keep myself from spasming. I can’t believe this is happening. Not in all my fifty years did I imagine I’d find another person, or that they’d give me such intense pleasure.

This is a gift. One I will always cherish.

Nick withdraws his tongue only to steady himself and draw in a few ragged breaths. He sits back on his knees and wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, and I notice the slick liquid dripping from the head of his cock. He’s so erect, his head grazes across his taut abdomen. I lick my bottom lip and imagine myself licking his shaft clean. Would he let me?

“Sorry,” he mutters. I shake my head. No apologies necessary. It’s still warm out here, and while I can deal with even the most brutal heat, a mammal such as himself must be suffering.

A pang of guilt hits me right in my heart. He shouldn’t be suffering for my satisfaction, no matter how much I want him to continue. I sit up on the lily pad, and he grimaces before launching into a long string of words I barely understand. His words are full of apologies and remorse, but I shake my head and squeeze his shoulder.

“This was more than anyone has ever given me, Nick,” I say in my language, my words slow and steady so he can hear the genuine affection in them.

I’m ready to move on from the pond when he snatches my wrist and pulls me back down to the water. “We’ve already bathed,” I protest in my language. But Nick isn’t listening to me as he slides off the lily pad back into the water. When he shakes his head, droplets of cool water fly in every direction, and I can’t help but laugh. He’s like a child, the way he finds amusement in the simplest of things.

Nick’s eyes find mine again, and this time, they’re hazy with lust as he swims languidly around in circles.

“Come,” he says in English in a firm, but gentle, tone. Oh, fine. I suppose we can waste a few more minutes together. It’s the least I can do after he was so gracious to pleasure me.

I slide off the lily pad into the water and swim toward him, but he breaststrokes over to a small, private alcove amongst the verdant fronds of sweet-smelling plants. The violet flowers have long since turned in for the night, but their fragrant aroma lingers in the air. Crickets chirp and frogs croak while fireflies come alive all around us. This is the symphony of the lagoon, something I will never tire of no matter how many years I spend here. The chirping crickets and croaking frogs remind me that for all the terrors that lurk out here, there’s also beauty. I can’t even imagine living anywhere else.

Nick presses his back against some of the rocks and points to them, instructing me to sit, so I do so without complaint. I watch in both curiosity and confusion as Nick takes in a deep breath, holds it, and goes underneath the water. Then he’s between my thighs again, and I let out a sharp gasp.

“Nick! W-What are you?—”

Nick’s tongue finds my center and darts in and out of me. My veins ignite as my heart leaps into my throat then settles somewhere in the pit of my stomach. My Nick. Such a problem solver, this one.

I settle against the rocks and force myself to put my arms back on the sides of the pool. As much as I want to grab his hair, I don’t want to do anything that would prevent him from coming up for air. My entire body turns to goo as his nose presses into my slit and his tongue slides inside of me, deeper, deeper, as far as it can go. My core tightens into a little ball, threatening to implode at any moment.

And then his tongue seeks out the sensitive bud between my thighs. The part of me I’ve never touched before. Never knew how, though I knew it sometimes ached for attention. He feasts on it like he’s starving, and a few bubbles pop on the surface of the water.

He’s not coming back up for air until I orgasm, I realize in horror. Gnawing my bottom lip, I watch as more bubbles surface above his head. This isn’t going to work. How am I supposed to get off like this when he’s in danger of drowning himself? What if?—

Then his tongue flicks against my bud with sharp precision, and without warning, my entire body is thrown into convulsions. It feels like I’m flying and falling at the same time. Stars burst across my vision, and I grab on to his hair with my claws and yank him up out of the water. Nick gulps down much-needed air as my thighs twitch uncontrollably and I let out a sharp trill even I haven’t heard myself make.

He shakes his head of the excess water and grins broadly as he watches my hips buck wildly in the water, and I hiss. Being this vulnerable in front of my human … it’s not as bad a feeling as I thought it would be. As the water slides down his lean chest muscles, my thighs quiver and open all on their own.

I want more of him. Need more of him. His dark, lustful gaze finds mine as a whisper of a smile splashes across his handsome face.

“More,” I whisper hoarsely.

NICK

Dear God, she is breathtaking in the weirdest way possible. I never thought my brain would short circuit at the sight of her lifting her tail, exposing herself to me, but alas, here we are. In the heart of the lagoon, in a pond far from Sugardove City where, up until a week ago, I lived and worked.

Strange how quickly things can change.

Oona’s beautiful, hazy eyes draw me in and threaten to never let me go again. I’d love nothing more than to wrap her legs around me and carry her to a bed—a real bed, with a real mattress. She deserves that much. But we make do with what we have, I suppose.

Besides, I won’t lie to myself, I don’t think I could lift her.

I step toward her, and she wraps her tail around my leg to ground herself. Then she leans back against the water’s edge and parts her thighs for me. She seemed to understand my praise earlier, so I brush my hand across the inside of her thigh, kiss it gently, and murmur, “Good girl. You’ll have to teach me how to say that in your tongue later.”

Oona’s lashes flutter in such a womanly, human way that my heart skips a few beats. I step between her massive thighs—they’re large enough to crush my skull should she want to—and fist my over-eager cock. Then I press the head against her center and tease her opening, watching her yellow eyes flicker to orange, then red.

“I love your eyes,” I whisper. “I love that they change colors with your moods. Helps a lot,” I add with a chuckle. She blinks, not understanding me.

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