Melusine Ch. 03

Melusine awoke to a high pitched keening sound, punctuated by a wail of agony. It was some moments before she realized that the horrible cries were coming from her. Her chest was burning like she had been breathing the sulfuric waters of a volcanic vent. The pain intensified by the second and the frilly gills behind her ears fluttered wildly to no avail. Suddenly, a horrible retching wracked her frail body. Her chest contracted painfully and her whole body seemed to seize rhythmically. She could only watch in horror as the saltwater poured out of her mouth in gush after painful gush. She felt dizzy and her entire body shook uncontrollably as the water spilled from her onto the brilliantly white sand on which she lay. When there was no more water left inside her to push out of her body, something strange happened. Without warning, something inside her released and her mouth snapped open involuntarily. A whoosh of air sucked into her throat, and then her body clamped down violently, sending it back out with incredible force. It happened again, and again until she seemed to gain some control of it. Eventually, she stopped sputtering and took slow even gulps of air. Her vision cleared and the burning in her chest subsided into a gentle tug and release of air in and out of her body. "This must be what the humans call breathing" Melusine realized in shocked fascination.

No sooner had the pain subsided, than her tail began to tingle and itch. It began as a slight irritation and quickly grew into a buzz that made her squirm. It started it the deep green at the delicate ends of her fluke and shot all the way up to her lower back in an electric arc of gold light. She looked down at her turquoise tail and saw it split, painlessly down the middle. Shock slammed into her already overwhelmed mind and it all went black again.

Erik woke up surrounded by driftwood and wreckage from the ship. He had won... He had defeated King Boleslaw. He was one step closer to his dreams of uniting the lands around the Baltic under one ruler. The storm had sprung up before he had even had time to celebrate his victory and enjoy the riches that had come with it. A wave had struck the side of his ship and the vessel had capsized. Now he sat in the sand somewhere along the coast of Denmark. It's new king stranded on its shores all alone. He slowly rose unsteadily to his feet. He found that he was miraculously uninjured and took a handful of steps down the beach when he heard an inhuman moaning. He staggered down the beach and saw a naked woman, unmarred and asleep on the sand. She was perfect. A valkyrie or a goddess lay naked at his feet. She was impossibly beautiful, with a long red-gold mane hair that spilled out around her in ropes like spun gold. Her body was so pale it seemed almost translucent, the fine blue veins visible underneath the thin, delicate skin of her breasts... Round, heavy breasts were set widely apart on a broad chest, tipped in bright pink nipples. She stirred, one long leg dragging through the sand. Erik snapped out of his daze and pulled her up into a sitting position against his chest. Her eyes fluttered open. He had never seen such eyes before, the pale turquoise green of the ocean and shaped like almonds fringed in thick gold lashes. Lashes that fluttered up at him, before closing again. Her head lolled back against his shoulder. Erik cursed under his breath and carefully slid her limp form over his shoulder and began the search for shelter.

Melusine woke up to the screaming of the wind. She was warm. How could she be warm? She had been dying in a frozen sea. Something soft was wrapped around her and she was laying against something warm. She slowly turned around, and there he was... The beautiful man she had rescued from the ocean. She flexed her tail to get better leverage to turn and immediately knew something felt odd. She pulled back the blanket and stared down at two sets of legs. One pair of strong, male legs.. Cabled in lean muscle... and one pair of long, slender female legs with strong curving claves and small white feet. She tested them, trying to move the ends of her fluke. The result was her toes wiggling. She worked her way up, flexing and wiggling until every strange muscle moved how she wanted it to.

She had successfully drawn her knees up to her chest when the man who she had been reclining against woke up. Pale, sky blue eyes observed her groggily over a long freckled nose. His mouth opened and she caught snippets of what he was saying. She quickly became enamored with the way his mouth formed the words and the curve of his lips rather than trying to decipher what he was saying to her. She didn't bother resisting the urge... turning and kissing his beautiful lips as they made strange sounds at her. He drew back, looking startled.

Erik had asked the beauty what her name was three times, in three languages when she had inexplicably kissed him. His desire to resist her charms was nonexistent. Here he was, now the king of all Denmark and Norway, holed up in a fishing shanty during a storm, with an inhumanly beautiful, naked woman. Her long smooth legs slid across his as she turned to deepen the kiss. A deep groan escaped him and ricocheted off the walls of the shack. She curled her fingers in the black hair of his chest and nipped his bottom lip playfully. He pulled the minx to her feet as he stood, getting a good look at her. She was incredibly tall, almost eye to eye with him and firmly muscled. Her legs were long and lithe, so white in the darkness they nearly glowed. Her tousled waves of golden hair reached the back of her thighs. She had a wide red-lipped mouth full of straight white teeth, a slender nose, and a wide-angled jaw that sloped into a slender neck that seemed to beg him to bite it. She wobbled on her feet and he reached out, catching the soft curve of her hip.

Melusine felt like she was dreaming as this incredible human male kissed her to dizzying heights. He was so alien. Everything about him seemed to play at her nerve endings. His skin was so incredibly smooth in some places and coarse as pumice in others. The roughness of his hands as they slid across her skin made her shiver delightfully. He was covered in silken hair. It hung in jet black twists from his head, it lightly coated his arms and legs, and her favorite... it carpeted his broad chest in soft inky curls. Dragging her fingers through it made her head swim. All of him made her head swim... He was so different from the slender, willowy Meridian men of her world. This man was broad and densely muscled and there was a rough, primal edge to him that made her ache. Every kiss had her craving him, needing more... she felt drunk on him. He buried his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back, attacking her long neck with his lips and teeth. A moan left her, and her fingers traced the line of muscle between his neck and shoulders. He pulled away, breathing heavily and stared at her. Her eyes shot to the long, thick shape in the fabric of his pants.

Melusine dropped to her knees, licking at the enticing v the disappeared into the waistband of his pants. She pulled at them and they slid over his ass and legs, revealing his erection. It, like everything else about him, was pleasantly foreign. Where she had expected it to be rough and slender like a meridian male's... it was velvety soft and easily twice as thick. Wetness now slicked her human thighs and she couldn't ignore the strange new version of her feminity as it throbbed between her legs. Her hand shot down and brought back up a slick string of clear fluid from between the strange, sensitive folds there.

Erik's temples throbbed as he watched the girl slide a finger between her exposed folds and stare at her own wetness in unabashed, innocent confusion. He stepped out of his pants and pulled her gently toward the bed. She sat heavily and he went to his knees between her parted thighs. She was virtually hairless there, with only the faintest dusting of dark gold curls. Her lower lips were slick with wetness and the most appealing pink Erik had ever seen. He pulled her thighs wide and she looked down at him with confusion. When he drug his tongue up the length of her pouty pink lips, she choked on a gasp. Soon his attention had turned her noises into sultry moans. He circled the little nub of flesh at the top of her slit, tracing runes across her quivering flesh. Her thighs clenched in pleasure and a sweet strangled sound of need. He obliged and pushed his tongue into her opening, followed by a curved finger. Her hips bucked against his hand and he saw the pain and shock cross her features and a rivulet of bright red blood run down his wrist. He pulled away gently, shocked by her virginity. She quivered on the bed, large doe eyes afraid.

What was wrong!? Melusine thought in a panic, something inside her had torn just as he had really started making her feel wonderful. It had HURT... badly. The pain was subsiding now but the blood flowing from these sensitive, fragile human parts frightened her. He stood up from his position between her legs. She was terrified that he was going to put that massive human member inside her and hurt her again so she retreated backward on the bed. He climbed up into bed with her and began to kiss her again, gently this time. His lips and tongue teased at her mouth and his hand stroked up and down her neck. He nibbled at a sensitive spot on her ear and let his hand wander lower. The very tips of his fingernails traced tingling, hot patterns across her breasts and she felt the heat between her legs growing again. His lips kissed down over her collarbone and then finally lapped at her nipple. Her hips bucked at the pleasure and his teeth gently grazed the tender peaks. His hand grasped a mound of soft white flesh and rolled it, kneading it against her other breast and making her moan. His tongue started slowly dragging over the pink cap of her nipple until her thighs pressed together. Her breath hitched and came in short jagged pants. He stopped and sucked hard at her breast and spots danced across her eyes.

Melusine's fingers scrabbled at his firm ass as she tried to pull him closer to her. She felt EMPTY, the gnawing ache in her sex had turned into a persistent, hot pulsing against the emptiness. He chuckled at her needy insistence and settled between her thighs. He pushed into her in one, expert movement. The thready scream of pleasure that burst from her was drowned out by the thunder outside. He felt better than anything she had ever imagined possible. It was so different from being with a merman. He seemed to fill her completely and the thick rounded end of his cock pressed into her fluttering walls and drug against them in a way that made her jaw slack. His quick shallow strokes had her pleasure building quickly, but then he slowed and pressed deeply into her. He settled against her, burying himself in her completely and then slowly slid out only to press back into her with agonizing slowness. Sparks danced against the inside of her eyelids. This was completely unlike the frenzied mating of her people... with them it was over and done in a couple of moments. His tongue suddenly prodded into her mouth and he thrust into her so hard their bodies clapped against each other. Melusine moaned in pleasure as he slammed into her faster and faster. Her breath caught in her throat as her body spasmed. The flood of wetness that spilled from her coated both of them and her mind reeled as the orgasm rocked her.

Hot wetness poured against him, soaking his thighs and his manhood. She arched off the bed and gripped him like a vice. Rhythmically, over and over again he came into her with an intensity he had never experienced before. She clenched him so tightly during her peak that he had to wait for it to end to pull away from her. When she relaxed back down, her cheeks were wet with tears and her breath came in quivering gasps. Erik decided then that no matter what... he was going to keep her...