A Selkie Calls

Lyra once more found herself on a mysterious shore. The sun was warm. The sky was clear. She was naked again lying on the soft sand. Instead of hands it was a man's mouth that brushed her lips. It was only a whisper of a kiss but a spark ignited in her blood that set her soul aflame with desire and her womanly center to ache with need.

This time she caught his scent, a briny yet captivating natural musk of man and animal and it made her damp and clench her pussy with longing. She couldn't see his face but she could feel the caress of his breath on her bare flesh, the softness of his lips.

The mysterious yet tender lips traveled down Lyra's neck to her collar bone where a tongue was introduced, tracing the bone giving her warm tingles. The lips made it to the curve of Lyra's breasts. She breathed in sharply when she felt a hot mouth enclose around her nipple. The tongue commanded it to rise and harden as it flicked and licked the nub to life.

Lyra groaned and the mouth did the same to her other nipple. Lyra arched her back, pushing her breasts against the stranger's mouth. She rocked her hips, rubbing against him and feeling his arousal throbbing against her. But she only heard him chuckle softly, amused by her eagerness.

The lips trailed burning, sensual kisses down her stomach and Lyra's womanhood clenched and drizzled as she felt him getting closer to her sacred cove. Yet his lips avoided it for as long as possible. Instead the lips pressed against her thigh, trailing up to her calf until they gently kissed the sole of her foot. She giggle as she was a bit ticklish there. The mystery lips then took up her other foot and did the same but then he was heading towards where she was slick and hot for him.

Lyra whimpered, biting on her nails trying not to cry out for him to stick his tongue deep inside her. She couldn't take this teasing for much longer. Then she felt his breath on her damp folds. She felt his lips as he softly kissed her golden flesh as tenderly as he would her mouth. She felt a tongue lightly lick her slit making her shiver with expectation.

Then the stranger pressed his mouth to her dripping hot core. His tongue explored her inner lips even gliding against her clit that was erect and throbbing with lust. His tongue made tiny circles around the pink nub making Lyra squirm and moan in pleasure as her body pulsed with heat.

She luxuriated in the sweet sensation that vibrated through her body. Strong arms encircled her waist to keep her hips from rocking out of control. His tongue teased her open, questing, conquering then he sheathed his tongue inside her. Lyra yelped and arched into him as he ate her. He was without mercy as he slowly worked her into a frenzy.

Then Lyra's body bowed to sensation, spasming as she came in cascading hot waves. It was like an explosion went off inside her that was dormant for so long but only now set off by this mysterious stranger.

She felt his mouth leave her pussy then a whisper coarse yet soothing like a touch of velvet, "Come to me."

Lyra woke with a start. She felt hot and sticky between her legs and saw that her cream had dripped down her thigh. She flushed with embarrassment and licked her dry lips. She was in a sweat but the good kind after great sex.

The seagulls called as the wind chimes gently sung an early morning song. What the hell was that all about? Lyra climbed out of bed, her muscles tired. She looked out on the beach to see a seal playing in the shallows watching her with deep soulful eyes.

"Come to me..."

The phrase repeated in Lyra's head even after dawn broke over the Shetland Islands.

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Lyra had an explosion of inspiration suddenly. She couldn't go back to sleep after that serious wet dream. She sketched out countless images of selkies and other Celtic figures until her hand cramped. She even skipped breakfast afraid that if she stopped then the inspiration would stop flowing.

Aunt Gillie complained that Lyra was getting too thin, almost skin and bones. An exaggeration of course. Lyra was a curvy size 6 and proud of that fact. But Lyra's stomach did begin to grumble for food. She eventually emerged from her room to find Aunt Gillie with the local young pastor. Matthew Brown.

He was in his mid 30s and had dark rust colored hair and eyes like turquoise gems but they were hard and cold. When Lyra was dragged to a church service she had to listen to Pastor Brown's hard line religious sermons. They were having tea being set with the good plates with the navy blue patterns.

Oh no... Aunt Gillie turned but Lyra quickly ducked behind a wall. Lyra shut her eyes tight, her heart pounded with anxiety against her breast bone, and she felt her throat closing. Maybe they didn't see her?

"Lyra? Is that you?"

Fuck. Lyra took a deep breath to settle her nerves and put on her best polite smile. Her lips tightened as she tried to give a small smile as she slowly rounded the corner to face them. Aunt Gillie rose up and wrapped an arm around Lyra's shoulders making her feel trapped.

"Lyra, I'm sure you remember Pastor Brown," Aunt Gillie beamed.

"Yeah, Hi," was all Lyra managed to say. She felt half naked being only in a pair of tight jeans, a tank top and thin cotton cardigan that was her cousin's and it seemed to be too big for her and sliding off her shoulder.

Pastor Brown nodded in recognition. A crease formed in the middle of his forehead and his nose crinkled making him look years older than he was but the look in his cold turquoise eyes were that of lust and he hated himself for having such a feeling.

"I hear you're going through a difficult time, Miss Darrow," said Brown. "Your Aunt's been tellin' me that you are in need of some guidance."

Lyra's jaw locked as inside she fumed at her aunt for trying to play match maker.

"That was... so sweet of her," Lyra's tone had a sharp edge to it that Aunt Gillie ignored.

"I thought it would be nice for you to talk to a good man to lift your spirits," Aunt Gillie was practically pushing Lyra to the table but being a stubborn Darrow Lyra dug her heels in. She wouldn't be treated like cattle to be herded into the slaughter house.

"I wish I could, Aunt Gillie, Pastor," Lyra spun around and before her mind could formulate what her body was doing she was half way to the front door. "But I promised I would help Liam practice his knotting."

"But—"

Lyra quickly stole a roll of bread and took a large bite.

"So sorry bye!" Her goodbye was muffled by a full mouth, crumbs flying as she was practically skipping out the door. The sky was gray and one could feel a storm about to break. The wind combed through Lyra's raven hair as Aunt Gillie tried to call after her but her Scottish curses were lost in the wind's howl.

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Lyra escaped her aunt and the leering brimstone pastor by hiding underneath a black tarp that covered a small fishing boat. It was an old boat that seemed more for show but it could float and didn't have any holes at the bottom.

A chill suddenly settled into Lyra as she remembered she was only wearing a tank with a loose cardigan. The tarp acted as a blanket and Lyra looked at the dark gray clouds that seemed set to burst forth with a down pour.

Lyra was never afraid of thunder and lightning. Thunder was practically soothing. The rumbling thunder in the distance combined with the gentle rocking of the boat acted as a lullaby. She felt like a baby in her cradle being lulled to sleep by a mother's hum and loving embrace.

She closed her eyes and her mind drifted to a place beneath the waves where it was quiet and seaweed waved in the soft currents. She was no longer human but a seal twisting and turning in her sleek body exploring the ocean that was her playground.

Lyra wasn't aware of the real world until she felt a hard bump and stillness of her surroundings. She opened her eyes feeling the spitting of rain cold on her face. She rubbed her tired forest green and copper eyes to find that she wasn't tied to the dock but the boat was beached on an island. She visited here often enough with her cousins and Uncle Daniel enough to recognize it as Fair Muckle Rónán.

Confused, Lyra climbed out of the boat and inspected the boat. The rope had been cut... No chewed on. Gnawed through by something but she should have floated out to sea unless that same creature pulled her here.

Lightning lined the sky like a fracture in a gray background following the sound of a violent cracking whip. The rain fell heavier. Lyra knew where she could take shelter to wade out the storm. She pulled the small boat further onto the shore so it would get washed away then turned it over to keep the inside dry. Then she ran quickly up the beach as the rain and wind pummeled her as if she had personally angered them.

Lyra spotted the cottages through the curtain of rain. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her into the warmth of the abandoned cottage. She closed the door as the storm raged outside. She was soaked through.

Lyra's black hair plastered to her wet ivory skin and she shivered from the cold.

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Lyra saw that there was driftwood and flint stones to help build a fire. She used some straw that had fallen from the straw roof to help get a fire going in the old fire place. She took off her wet cardigan and huddled by the fire on a straw made matt she found trying to think of a way to get back home after the storm settled. Aunt Gillie will be distraught. Most likely crying into a dish towel going from screaming angrily to despondent weeping.

Lyra sat in the golden glow of the warm fire when she was startled by a violent knock at the door. Maybe the wind knocked something against the door? Lyra went to investigate but when she opened the door she couldn't believe what she saw. It was a man, lean muscles like a swimmer and olive skin with black hair lying half naked at the cottage door but below the waist Lyra's insides locked.

Around his waist was a seal skin. The man appeared to be trying to get out of it or into it. Lyra wasn't sure. Her instincts told her to shut the door as her Uncle's voice rang in her ears: you don't want to meet a male selkie. The young man groaned as if in pain.

But Lyra's maternal instincts overpowered her Uncle's voice and survival instincts. She heaved the young male selkie into the cottage and out of the violent storm.

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Lyra was unsure of what to do except lay the selkie man by the fireplace on her make shift straw matt. He began to shiver violently and Lyra helped him out of his seal skin and placed it on a lonely nail that stood out on the dusty wall unsure of what else to do with it. This close her nose caught a familiar briny musk. A scent from her erotic dreams that made her womanhood spasm with excitement. She felt her face grow hot to see his cock not flaccid but somewhat thick and raised at half mast.

Lyra looked around the room trying to find something to cover him with to give him some decency and to stop the erotic images entering her mind on what she could do to such a fine cock (or what could be done to her with it). She couldn't find anything but almost jumped out of her skin when she heard the young man speak, "So cold..."

Lyra turned to see his eyes open and her heart stopped a beat at the sight of them. They were obsidian yet soulful, penetrating her flesh to see the spirit within. She shivered but not from cold. Lyra felt an ache come over her (coming from between her thighs). The young man smiled and it made Lyra lick her lips as she wanted to taste his lips. Would they have a salty taste like in her dream?

She shook her head to try and rid herself of the naughty fantasies playing out. He could be dying for God sakes and you're thinking of fucking him?! He's also part seal!

"It's alright, lass," the young man chuckled. His voice was Scottish but more rustic yet there was a lovely cadence to it. Perhaps he was a singer as well.

"Sorry I... I don't know how to talk to...," Lyra became self conscious, digging for some imaginary dirt underneath her fingernails. "Well..."

"If it makes you feel better I've never spoken to a human either," he said. He laid there unashamed or unaware of his nakedness. "At least not in a long time..."

"How long?"

The selkie smiled, his obsidian eyes full of secrecy. He shivered again.

"So cold," he said. "You seem cold too."

His voice was full of suggestion which had Lyra wary but she couldn't help but feel a certain desire to rip her clothes off and lay down beside him. The selkie sat up watching her like a hunter eyeing it's prey. But Lyra didn't feel as afraid as she should have been.

"Hold on there—"

"Angus."

"What?"

"My name is Angus in case you were wonderin'," Angus leaned back, his cock coming to attention and his lean wet muscles practically gleaming in the orange firelight. Lyra licked her lips again and clenched her thighs as the space between them tingled with heat.

"Lyra," she greeted.

"I'm not the only one who needs warmth, Lyra," said Angus. "You might die of hypothermia if you don't get warm."

Lyra felt herself grow even colder as Angus spoke about it. Her body was wracked with shivers as she hugged herself in trying to keep warm. Her lips trembled and she suspected they were turning blue.

"I won't bite," Angus said. "Unless that's what you like..."

Lyra was still on the fence but then he said something that was a juicy bait on a hook, "Come to me."

Lyra heaved a shivering sigh then nodded tucking her wet black hair behind her ear. Lyra took off the rest of her wet clothes. There didn't seem a point given she knew where this was going. Why not? He wasn't bad looking and how often does a girl get to have sex with a supernatural creature? Thousands have written paranormal romances and erotica about it.

"I just need some warmth, lass," Angus smiled as Lyra lay beside him. "I don't take advantage of young girls."

"I'm 28 but thanks for the heads up... Angus," Lyra felt Angus's arm wrap around her, pulling her into his body where she felt his member pressed against her tail bone and her womanhood practically cried out to it. She clenched her thighs together blushing with embarrassment.

They laid in silence listening to the howling of the storm, the torrent waves crashing on the shore and soothing crackling of the fire. Lyra tried to concentrate on those sounds and not the steady sound of Angus's breathing or the feel of it on her neck that made goosebumps bloom. Her body began to warm combining with the selkie's body heat they were enough to put the flames in the fire place to shame.

Angus moved and Lyra felt his cock throb a little and she bit her lip. It was all she could do to stop herself from opening her legs and guiding that turgid organ between her ivory thighs. Then Angus's hand moved up stopping just below her breast. Then she felt his lips lightly brush against her shoulder then nuzzle into her neck. A soft longing sigh escaped Lyra's lips.

When his lips touched her ear Lyra was a goner. She pressed more into Angus's body as the wind beat against their shelter. Heat bloomed in her core as she took Angus's hand and had it caress her full burning breast. Her peaked, rose bud nipples puckered craving his attention. A small groan fell from Lyra's mouth as Angus rolled the heated point between his fingers.

Lyra's hair was damp now as Angus raked his fingers through it. His hand then slid around her back in a hungry hello, moving to where she ached for him. She didn't protest to his touch but softly gasped when she felt his fingers run along her slick folds already puffy with desire.

His fingers stroked her, sending Lyra into shivers of ecstasy. Angus licked her neck then pressed a kiss to her damp skin. Lyra opened her thighs slightly to give the selkie better access to her womanly secrets. He teased and worked her folds making Lyra wiggled against him as heavenly sighs fell from her mouth like a gentle rain.

Angus's fingers then spread her wide and he slowly sank a finger into her ready heat. Then as Lyra began to groan in ecstasy he inserted a second. Lyra's mouth became an "o" of a silent scream as he worked his strong fingers into her, igniting her. She began to work her hips meeting his thrusting fingers as she rubbed her rose bud.

Angus watched her add to her own pleasure, mesmerized as he watched her face contort into ecstatic reverie. Her muscles locked and unlocked around his two fingers then spasmed when Lyra hit her peak. He felt a hot liquid coat his fingers as he slowly pulled out. Lyra panted with exhaustion.

Angus turned Lyra's head and swooped in stealing a kiss. His kiss set off a sharp, wild need in Lyra that she had never felt before. Her mouth opened to his kiss and she felt his tongue slide boldly in. She met his tongue in a wet slide and moaned into his mouth as she felt Angus encircle the heated rosy peak of her breast with his cum coated fingers.

Lyra boldly wrapped one slender hand around his erection and was amazed by his thickness. His cock seemed to come alive in her hands becoming a magic, growing thing she yearned to have inside her. Angus broke the kiss to groan in delight at Lyra's touch.

He stared intently into her eyes as she stroked his hard heat up and down.

"Such beautiful eyes," Angus whispered, his musical accented voice sensual and deep. "Green with copper rings..."

Lyra loved hearing his sweet words but longed to feel his love inside her. He cupped her head and kissed her lips, his lips working hers as she rolled onto her back allowing Angus to be on top of her. She suddenly had a feeling of deja vu. Angus's black hair framed his face, dripping rain and salt water onto Lyra's hot flesh. His dark obsidian eyes deep with longing and lust so familiar.

Angus wedged himself between Lyra's wanton thighs. He teased her folds, coating himself in her wetness. Lyra flashed back to her dream. His scent. The feel of his hard flesh against her tender flesh. Her womanhood clenched and drizzled with excitement for the next wave of orgasms. Emboldened by her own reckless desire, she guided him in.

Angus's erection filled her, stripping away everything but her need. The storm raged outside. Lightning struck the earth, flashing for a split second followed by another violent crack. Lyra arched her back and groaned as the lightning crashed feeling as alive and full of hot energy as that natural phenomenon as Angus sunk deeper into her.

Their hands connected and fingers interlaced as Angus pressed harder into her, deeper, filling her up with his selkie maleness. The silky heat between Lyra's thighs captured him and she wrapped her legs around him, locking him in as some happy prisoner of her desire. Angus leaned down and met Lyra's moaning lips with a sizzling kiss that was bone tingling.

Angus was slow at first. Sensual in his movement as he pressed his body into Lyra's creating one being that became a pulsing nerve of raw desire and pleasure. He moved inside her as Peter never did. He filled her as Peter never could. Fingers entwined, faces close, they moved to the raw rhythm of the storm until the storm itself melted into nonexistence.

Lyra felt like she was touching an exposed wire, her body was alive and burning with electricity as she climbed higher to heaven. Her muscles gripped him tighter, milking him as he would pull out only to plunge back in with more conviction. Rapid breaths and gentle thrusts grew more intense as Angus increased his speed. Angus thrusted harder, letting go of Lyra's hands to caress her face as he did so.

He smothered her cries of passion with his hard and soft kisses as she felt heated tension coil in her abdomen. He drove into her with animal fierceness growling with ferocity as he was trapped between torment and ecstasy. Angus wanted to come inside her but that would mean leaving her tight silky heat. He wanted to bury himself inside her as he felt she wanted the same.