Sea Kiss

Mary Winter

“Sexy Confessions to Venus”

SEA KISS BY MARY WINTER Venus Press LLC

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The waves lapped at the shore, and I stared across the lost ocean, across the rocks that tumbled into the shore as if the God himself had been playing. I sat on a boulder, looking into the blue expanse, and not for the first time, wished I could throw myself into it and never rise again. Mother had affectionately called me her Eilurchin, a sea creature that lived and swam in the lost seas. Sailors spoke of their golden cities beneath the depths. I would have dismissed my mother's claim, except for the Koystara Pearl pendant I wore about my neck. The pearl was easily as big as my first knuckle, and I had been offered copious amounts of money to sell it. I never did. I tossed my tunic over my head, baring my breasts to the sunlight. Leaning back on my boulder, I let the heat of the sun bake into my skin, already tanned from many hours outdoors. My nipples pebbled at the first hint of a cool breeze across them, and for a moment, I envisioned the caress to be that of a man and not nature. It had been too long, many months at least, since I felt the touch of man's hand. Not since Ratal, the blacksmith's son, had comforted me after the loss of my parents nearly a year ago. His touch had been gentle, but then he, too, had been killed by the kick from a wild stallion. The hardy Koyst ponies ran through the marshes with little regard for man or other beasts. Ratal had been trying to capture him but such wild creatures didn't need to be captured. Like I didn’t want to be caught. I pursed my lips and rose from my boulder to head towards the sea. I didn’t want to be caught in the web of marriage. I'd entertained many proposals since my parents' death. The young healer shouldn't be alone, the city folk said, but they didn't know me, didn't know the lust for the sea that ran in my veins, far stronger than my lust for men. I stood at the sea's edge, felt the wind tease my nipples. I discarded the wrap that served as a skirt, and naked, I stood there, letting the salty water caress my toes. It felt good. Too good really, considering the chill in the air and my naked flesh. I stepped in farther, so that the water circled my ankles like a lover holding me fast. Then to my knees, where the waves lapped at the sensitive spot behind them. The waves splashed my thighs, but higher up I was wet. I wanted to dive into the water, to feel the ocean sliding between my legs and into every crevice of my body. 4

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I stepped farther into the ocean before diving in, a clean slice beneath a wave. Overhead, I felt the rolling of the ocean surface, but I swam towards the bottom. Little fish, barely a finger's length long, darted out of my way to hide among the rocks. I paid them little heed. I twitched my eyes, and then opened them, my third eyelid coming across to shield the sensitive flesh from the salty water. Mother had called me her little Eilurchin as an endearment, but I knew the truth of her words. I knew that my human father hadn't sired me. I didn't feel the need to breathe. Another legacy from my water-bound parent, I surmised. I could hold my breath for minutes, surfacing only at the last possible second. I headed for the surface, remembering to close my eyes like a human and not open them until I felt the sun on my head. I broke the surface. Sunlight pounded down on my face as I lifted it to the sky. Another wave rolled towards shore, and after gulping a quick breath of air, I plunged beneath the surface again. I thought about swimming parallel to the shore. The rock formations would allow me to find this beach, and my clothing again, and I desperately needed the time to myself. I loved my work as a healer, don't misunderstand me. I love the fact that my affinity for the sea and shore plants help people, but everyone who comes to me needs something. No one ever gives anything back, except in payment. I turned to take a path down shore from where I had started. I kicked with long, sure strokes, swimming beneath the surface of the ocean and coming up for air only when necessary. A few dart-fish swam alongside me, their angular bodies flashing blue and gold from the sunlight filtering through the water. One of them snapped at a rainbow shimmer fish on its way to hide among the rocks, and I caught a glimpse of the dart's pointed teeth. It would never hurt me. Darts only attacked prey much smaller than they. I sensed a presence swimming along beside me, and when I looked over I saw an Eilurchin swimming beside us. I nearly opened my mouth to gawk, but realized that I was still underwater, so I settled on staring a bit harder. No wonder one had seduced my mother, I thought, for I took in the long, lithe form. Tiny green scales that flickered emerald on his back where the sunlight hit them, covered his entire body. Small webbing came of his ankles and wrists. I noticed gill slits moving in his neck. I stopped swimming and headed for the surface long enough to gulp air, then settled down so that I stood on the sandy bottom. Little rainbow shimmers darted among my toes, and the Eilurchin also stopped swimming to stand. I noticed the scales on his chest grew darker where nipples would have been, though I didn't see any protrusions. I 5

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couldn't help myself and glanced farther down. His flat, muscled stomach and narrow hips framed a closed shell. Had he been human, I would have sworn that his codpiece had been dyed green and painted like a Voystan Shell. It is a Voystan Shell, a masculine voice said in my mind. I looked up and saw a smile on his lips. He gestured to his groin. Come here. You can touch it if you want. Aurellan said you would come eventually. Aurellan? I thought, not really knowing how to communicate with the Eilurchin Our King. He heard of a human with the soul of an Eilurchin. My name is Kardan. Mardella, I sent my thought to him, suddenly realizing how different my name was from those of the villagers I had helped. My name sounded Eilurchin, or exotic at the least. I stepped towards him, aware that I would have to go to the surface soon. Hesitantly, I reached out and touched the Voystan Shell. Inside, I felt something stir. I must breathe, but I will be back. He must have understood, for Kardan nodded his head and waited. I shot for the surface, using kicks of my long legs to propel me up. Once my head touched air, I gasped as big of a breath as I dared, then shot towards the ocean floor. Now that I had actually seen an Eilurchin, I wondered how my mother had become pregnant if they couldn't breathe air, and my mother had a normal human's breathing ability. The thought of the sexual acrobatics under water made me shiver. I thought of doing those same things with Kardan and blushed. He stood in the same place as when I had left, only now, I noticed the Voystan Shell had a crack in it. Jewelry makers prized having both halves of the shell, but I doubted many of them knew the actual workings of it. He stepped forward and pressed his lips to my forehead. He felt cool, like the kiss of a summer's breeze. I longed to kiss him, but knew I couldn't open my mouth underwater. He must have felt my thoughts, for he kissed my nose, my cheeks, then finally my sealed lips. His lips stayed there, pressed against mine, as his hands caressed my shoulders and arms. He touched my breasts, cupping them in his hands with a reverence that made me wonder if Eilurchin women didn't have breasts. His thumbs brushed my nipples, and I shivered underwater. My sex felt hot. Stepping closer, I felt his entire body pressed against mine, and the ridge of his shell pressed into my stomach. It opened. His penis uncurled. I felt something akin to a tentacle reaching out and rubbing against my stomach. I wanted to step away, to watch it move under the water like a sea 6

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worm, but his hands on my breasts held me pinioned. Instead, I slid my hands down his back. His scales felt soft, as if they were made of the smoothest silk, and I marveled at the feel of them beneath my hands. I reached his lower back, his buttocks, and drew my hands across them as if I touched a rare fabric. He shivered in my arms, his body swaying closer to mine. I longed to place open-mouthed kisses against his flesh, to draw my tongue along the outline of each scale, but underwater I couldn't. Kardan inclined his head. You desire out of the water? he asked, as if he were unable to put my thoughts into words. I want to… I didn't know how to tell him what I wanted, so I sent him pictures, mental pictures of us kissing open-mouthed. Of my lips roaming all over his body, then shook my head. The water would choke me. He nodded his head and started toward the surface. I think I would like, he said, and I saw the smile on his lips. I followed him, noticing his cock stood full-length from the two open halves of the shell. It rose, solid green and magnificent, and I longed to run my tongue along its edge and play in the hollow between his shaft and the shell. He reached the surface, stretching out so that his head remained submerged, while his feet and legs floated. I surfaced, and positioned myself between his legs, his erect cock beneath my head. I began to kiss his thighs, running my fingertips along the back of his legs, my tongue along the front. I lightly bit him, and felt him shudder beneath the touch. Wait, he said and began to move. I grabbed his ankles, afraid he would dart beneath the surface and that I would never see him again, but he merely positioned his body beneath mine so that his head was between my legs. He mirrored the motions I made, running his tongue along the sensitive inner flesh of my thighs. I shuddered above him. I slid my fingers around his hipbone and down towards his knees. Then I lowered my mouth. His heavy, green cock stood erect in the water. I lapped at it, running my tongue along the entire length. I tasted the salt of the sea water and an essence that was entirely Kardan. He moaned in my mind. Not a sound I heard with my ears, but I felt it throughout my body. With my tongue, I lavished long strokes on his cock, pausing to take the head inside my mouth. I began a gentle sucking rhythm that had him bucking beneath me as if he were some sea creature. For a moment I wondered what we must look like, me lying naked on top of the water with just these green legs poking up from beneath my head, but I cared not. Should 7

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any fisherman happen upon me, I could concoct a tale and knew that Kardan would disappear. He traced my outer lips with his tongue. I shivered. A moan bubbled up from my depths, a sound so needy and wanton that I scarcely believed I had made it myself. His tongue delved inside my slippery folds. I gasped, imagining that his agile shaft plunged inside me instead of his tongue. Beneath my mouth, I felt his body react to my words. I took the length of him down my throat, sucking hard. His hips bucked beneath my face, and I knew then, with a certainty, that I couldn't go back to mortal lovers. With my fingers, I gently stroked the sensitive flesh between his shell and his shaft, and felt his mental cries of pleasure. He stopped licking my pussy, but I was so caught up on what I was doing to him that it hardly mattered. I gripped his hip hard to hold him to me, and I heard a brief mental cry before he stiffened beneath my ministrations and came. His hot fluids shot into my mouth, and I instinctively swallowed. He lay, limp beneath me. My sex ached. I had fulfilled him, and now it was my turn. Fuck me, I said into his mind, and felt his cock harden once more. I want you inside me. He deftly switched around under water so that my pelvis floated above his, and his head still lay beneath the surface. I grabbed his hips to hold him steady, then lowered myself onto him. He slipped into me so slowly, I thought I would die. Oh God, I moaned aloud as his cock head entered me, followed by his shaft. I felt the pleasure emanating from him, and he reached up to clasp my hips as well. Inside me, his prehensile cock wiggled and poked at my insides, and I quivered with pleasure. Finally, he sheathed himself completely within me, and I remained still, wanting to relish the touch of the Eilurchin within me. An exotic pleasure, something no one else in the village could experience. His cock stroked a sweet spot high and deep inside, and unable to bear it any longer, I began to move. Harder and deeper, water splashed around us. He floated between my legs, his legs kicking to propel his cock deep inside. Above me the sky, the cry of birds, beneath me a world I never knew. His fingers slid between my folds, stroking my clit. I stiffened as I came. My pussy clamped down over his cock. My cries of ecstasy echoed over the water. Our bodies floated joined, and with one final thrust, my Eilurchin came. Hot jets of seed filled me. I hovered there, catching my breath. Gradually, I slid away from him and we swam together, belly to belly. As he steered us, his cock swelled again. A finned hand grabbed my waist, and he sheathed himself inside me. He steered us so that we were headed back to shore and 8

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not farther out to sea, but as I rocked my hips against his, I cared little if we would end up floating in the Lost Sea like so much driftwood. His head touched the deepest parts of me, and soon I came. A primal scream tore from my throat as I collapsed atop him, my head turned to one side so that I could breathe. He pressed a kiss to my cheek, disentangled himself from my legs, and I saw him floating down towards the bottom of the ocean. I let the current carry me back to the shore. I watched him for as long as I could, but his world called him, as my world called to me. When I reached the shore, I lay there naked on the rough sand. Slowly, I ran my fingers across my breast, feeling the nipple pebble again beneath my touch and thought of Kardan. He would return, and then once more, I would enjoy the touch of my sea-bound lover. He would be the only man to ever touch me again.

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About the Author

Mary commutes between her dream home near the Mark Twain national forest in Missouri, and her current residence in Iowa. She lives with a menagerie of animals including an opinionated horse and a cat who was a dog in past life. When not writing spicy tales of erotic romance, she enjoys writing science fiction and fantasy, spending time with her horse, and enjoying the outdoors. Lucky for her, her partner (hero) shares these same passions, and usually both of them can be found in their respective dens writing. Also available by Mary Winter at Venus Press… Inheriting Mason Galaxy Rogues 2: Cadan’s Cause Galaxy Rogues 3: Fighting Chance Galaxy Rogues 4: Hot Wire Bad Girls Do It Better, Volume 4: The Wrong Woman Mystical Sign, Capricorn: Money Man Juli’s Choice Sons of Zeus: Sexual Healing

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