Page 40 of Surfaces
And maybe it was the thought of progress, or perhaps the sunshine itself, but as we crested the next wave, I felt happier. Giddy and excited even. It had been a long time since I’d faced an opponent like Bloss, one who’d managed to surprise me. I smiled as our mount jumped through several waves, not even upset when the motion pushed Julian closer to me.
In fact, the press of his cock against my ass stirred something in me. A flash of attraction blinded me for a moment and as the dolphin dove back under the waves, I found myself getting turned on.
Of course, my thoughts immediately went to Bloss’s stupid curse, but this attraction was just a low simmer, not a kettle boiling over. It wasn’t the mindlessness of those orgasms she’d forced on me.
Was I really getting hard over the press of another man’s thighs against my hips? The way his cock nestled in the crack of my ass?
I felt the urge to reach down and stroke myself, though I resisted, fascinated by the feelings swirling through my chest.
Even when I’d taken men occasionally over the centuries, I’d always been a top, not a bottom. But there was an undeniable stirring in my loins.
I cleared my throat, wondering if it was possible.
It faded a bit when Humberto’s idiot dolphin ended up thwacking his tail against the waves and splattering water into my eyes.
Shitehead.
I touched my ring on my finger, tempted to twist. But I didn’t. I breathed slowly until I was calm again.
“So, what do you think the next challenge will be?” Julian asked, his tone pondering, oblivious to my troubles.
“I heard it was wit,” I replied shortly, wanting this conversation over.
“I’m glad of that. I’m much more suited to mental battles than physical ones. You’re pretty bright too, so I assume you feel the same?”
The compliment sent a little thrill through me that it shouldn’t have, and my dick, though only half-hard, twitched slightly. I scolded it for its stupidity. The damned thing was being a fool.
“I suppose.”
“I hope we have to build something. I recently built a little device I like to call an astrolabe that can allow sailors to navigate without magic—”
He was speaking without prompting, one of my pet peeves. I hated when people prattled on uselessly. I often pulled their teeth out for it so that they’d be self-conscious every time they opened their mouth from then on. His talk was even more boring than most. Who cared about some unnecessary device that didn’t use magic?
His words should have made my dick shrink but it only throbbed in longing. Perhaps I’d been neglecting it too much lately. After the orgasm curse from Bloss, I hadn’t been very inclined to repeat the sensation of mindless pleasure, much like one doesn’t want to drink for a bit after a night of inebriation that ended with hurling their guts into the gutter.
Now, I wondered if I’d made a mistake.
Perhaps I should have cleaned out the pipes more regularly because my body was clearly malfunctioning. First my heart, now my dick—perhaps siren bodies were inferior.
I tried to shake off the sensation and think of something else, but Julian put his hand on my shoulder to point out a school of fish nearby, as if that was something special. The warmth from his fingertips drifted into my skin like sunlight and my chest grew soft and warm.
Sard it. What the hell is going on? I don’t get soft and warm!
He kept talking. And talking. And I battled to make my throbbing dick shrink back to normal because I was never going to mindlessly orgasm again.
But then, Julian mentioned surgery.
“Wait. What is that again?” I asked.
“Well, it’s a medical procedure intended to replace magic.”
“Yes, but the knife?”
“Well, yes, you use the knives to cut a body open in order to access the area of trauma or illness.”
“You cut them open while they’re still alive?” I had to clench my hands down on the reins I held as my heart suddenly throbbed in time with my dick.
“Yes, I know, a lot of people find it ghastly, but it can actually be quite effective—”
