A Selkie Calls

Then suddenly they came together. They gasped and groaned, giving into mutual pleasure. Their muscles tensed then they collapsed into each other in sweat and exhausted lust. Lyra loved every second Angus remained hard inside her. Angus showered Lyra's face with soft kisses as she raked her fingers over the contours of his lean olive muscles sending tiny sparks up the selkie's spine.

Angus finally slipped out of Lyra then rolled over pulling her with him placing her head beneath his chin as she wrapped a leg around his leg. The sky grew darker as night settled in. The storm lessened yet the seas remained restless. Thunder rumbled in the distance as the voice of the rain became softer beating gently against the cottage. The fire crackled and popped bathing them in a golden orange light but they basked in their own warmth.

"That was you wasn't it?" Lyra finally said as Angus stroked her long black hair, damp from rain and perspiration.

"Hm?"

Lyra let her hands play over his body, running lightly over his firm ab muscles as she buried her face in his neck and chest.

"The seal who's been stalking me," Lyra sighed but couldn't stop herself from smiling as she finished her sentence. "Those dreams..."

Angus chuckled. She listened to the cadence of his laughter deep in his chest combine with the staccato rhythm of his heart. Lyra straddled Angus who's mischievous smile made her want to punish him for secrets.

"Don't lie," Lyra said as she took Angus's manhood finding it hard and ready again.

"I wouldn't lie to you, sweet lass," Angus arched his hips allowing Lyra to guide him inside her. "You can trust a selkie to always tell the truth."

Lyra grunted as she drew him into the dark heat of her passion.

"My uncle said never trust a male selkie," Lyra said as she slowly ground her hips. Angus watched her breasts bounce with each gentle thrust and licked his lips as the desire to suckle her pebble nipples.

"I called to you," Angus sat up, kissing the luscious curves of Lyra's full breasts. "You answered."

"So I take your skin then you're mine?"

Angus stopped then sighed. He didn't look angry or afraid. He just smiled with dark eyes containing some secret truth Lyra would go mad trying to find.

"Are you looking for a husband?" Angus shrugged. "Because I wouldn't mind. If my skin were ever stolen I'd prefer it be you." Angus wrapped his strong arms around Lyra pulling her close, smashing her breasts against his firm chest.

Lyra raked her fingers through Angus's ink black locks loving their softness, smelling the sea within the tresses.

"I don't want another husband," Lyra admitted. It felt good to say that. For a while she had been feeling adrift as if she had lost some of herself in the empty marriage. After the miscarriage there wasn't much holding her and Peter together. His affair made her feel unattractive but now...

Angus squeezed Lyra's buttocks and moved her up and down on his cock piercing the deepest part of her molten core. Lyra sighed. No she didn't want another mate. She wanted to feel wanted, desired. Besides selkie romances never ended happily anyway.

"I just want to forget the world exists," Lyra groaned as she dug her nails into Angus's tan shoulders.

"Your wish is my command," Angus whispered huskily. They met in a passionate kiss with tongues thrusting as they moved as one and the storm passed slowly over them in the night where orgasms came as hard and soft as thunder and lightning.

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Lyra woke up alone. The sun was shining, sending golden beams through the windows. Lyra was sleeping on the straw matt. She saw her clothes were finally dry but the selkie's seal skin was gone along with Angus. Lyra should have felt abandoned but strangely she didn't. In fact she was smiling.

She got dressed thinking of how to get back home when she opened the door to find a brown wicker basket waiting for her. Lyra opened it to find quite a few freshly caught fish. Her stomach growled in response. She looked up to see a few seals playing in the waves. One in particular was eager for her to see him.

Lyra couldn't help but laugh. She remade a fire and as she was cooking breakfast on the beach she heard someone familiar calling her name. Lyra looked up to see Uncle Daniel with a few of her cousins and Liam in some motor boats. She waved to them, the wind whipping her black hair behind her like a raven flapping it's wings.

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"7 Years Later..."

Lyra drove along the Scottish coast listening to "Waves" by Young Heart playing on her radio smiling and humming to the lyrics. Her young son Finn was in the back seat reading Scottish fairytales for Kids, his mother's name attributed to the illustrations. Seven years a best seller.

"You excited to see Grand Uncle Daniel and Grand Aunt Gillie, Finn?" Lyra asked as she pulled into a port town where a boat was waiting for them to take them to the Shetland Isles.

Finn nodded with a big smile. He was a boy of few words but he loved music and loved to draw. He was the best swimmer in his class. His teachers swear he was part mermaid.

Finn had the Darrow eyes, spring green eyes with a copper ring around the black pupil. But he had olive skin and inky black hair. Her family asked who Finn's father was but Lyra would only smile with a twinkle in her eye. Uncle Daniel never asked but he could sense the truth. He would only smile too whenever he heard someone ask Lyra who Finn's father was.

Lyra took Finn out of his car seat and he ran to the docks. He loved boats. Lyra was teaching him knots and already he was as skilled as her.

"Mommy, look!" Finn cried out pointing out at the dark ocean. "Seals!"

Lyra knelt beside her son and held him close. One seal in particular that Lyra recognized swam up to them, swimming and jumping joyfully in the water making Finn laugh.

"Maybe he's a silkie like in your storybook," Finn tilted his head in curiosity and the seal mimicked him.

"Selkie. Maybe you're right...," Lyra laughed as she took her son's hand in hers. "Come on, we don't want to miss the boat."

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THE END