Page 18 of Not Your Ordinary Shifter

Nothing happened for a minute. Then, an object fell swiftly down from out of the skies and landed at my feet with a thump. It was a large, blue and white-striped beach towel, rolled up and tied with a red ribbon.

Marcel laughed, and it had to be the sexiest laugh I’d ever heard. “That was a great wish, Audrey. Sand is a lousy lube. Of course, fucking under water is best.”

“I won’t drown?”

“You definitely won’t drown. Remember? You’re already dead.” Marcel was on his knees, untying and rolling out the beach towel. It was quite large.

When it was fully unfurled, he held out his hand. When I took it, he guided me down so I was sitting next to him on the towel.

“Lie down, Pet. I need to examine your beautiful pussy.”

Oh. My. God.

Marcel up close was even more beautiful than I’d thought at first. His scales caught the light and seemed to shimmer, and those on his cock looked as though they would tickle and scratch, itches I’d only dreamed about!

He gently parted my thighs, my knees bent and quivering, and his face was inches from my cleft. The scaly fingers I’d wondered about ran up and down my furrow, the roughness arousing me to the point of clenching, drenching madness. Afinger entered me and scraped over my g-spot, and fireworks exploded behind my eyelids.

“Good girl,” said Marcel, his blue-green scales all aflutter. Obviously, I’d arrived with a manual.

“Um, is that... all?” I asked him when I finally came back to earth. “I mean, it was great, but can you... um...”

“Can I fuck you? Is that what you mean?”

I felt my face get hot and wondered that I could blush when I was dead. “Um, yes?” I told him.

“Baby, I can do anything to you that you can imagine, so be a little careful. I don’t want to make you cry. I’d get in trouble with the boss if I make you cry. Well, unless it’s good crying. Like screaming while you’re orgasming. You already did that!”

“I want to do that again, Marcel. Only, with your... is it called a cock when it’s scaly?”

“Cock, dick, staff, joystick, prick, heat-seeking missile. I don’t care for ‘one-eyed lizard,’ though.”

“Okay, I get it.” I eyed the towel and flipped myself over, so I was on all fours, and raised my ass. “Is this okay?”

I heard a groan from behind me and felt a pair of rough hands clasp my waist.

“Quite okay. Ready, Audrey?” Marcel whispered.

“Please...”

And he thrust the biggest cock I’d ever imagined into my wet pussy.

I wish I had words to describe what it feels like to be fucked by a merman. The silken slip and slide of the entry, and the grating, grinding, rasping, scratching of the erect scales as he withdrew... were so much more than I can express. It was instantly addictive. My pussy loved it so much, I was afraid she’d desensitize if he ever stopped, and I’d never feel anything down there again.

After a few minutes, I was so drunk on the feelings his cock... no, his heat-seeking missile... engendered in my body, I felt as though I was floating; yet every muscle was engaged in giving me the most amazing orgasm I’d ever heard of. I’d read a lot of wonderfully smutty books, and this surpassed the best of them.

Finally, I collapsed onto my tummy, and Marcel withdrew from my pussy with one last, blissful scrape.

“Thank you!” I gasped.

“Any time, sweetness,” he said, proudly. “That was good, yes?”

“Oh my god. It was life-changing!”

“Um, you’re not alive, so maybe it was eternity-changing?” Marcel was obviously a stickler for veracity.

I was still throbbing from the orgasm and, to my dismay, I felt tears filling my eyes. I gave a little sob, and Marcel looked very concerned. “Please tell me what’s wrong, Audrey? Did I hurt you?”

I rubbed my eyes and looked at his anxious face. “No! Not at all. I just realized I haven’t had an orgasm for so long, I’d forgotten what it felt like.”

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