Passion Ch. 16byWonderotica©
Note: This story is fantasy in the most complete sense. Unrealistic proportions and stamina. A single man in a supernatural world full of invariably sexy, horny women. Love equated with lust, and love/lust at first sight. Think of it as less of a story, and more of a night dream, which like all dreams has its own rules, that for as long as you are dreaming, you accept on its own terms.
Critical feedback is fine, but if you're going to be rude or demeaning, keep it to yourself. The usage of the words "cum/cummed/cumming" rather than "come/came/coming" is a deliberate stylistic choice.
All characters are 18+.
I apologize for the erratic rate of posting, but my inspiration comes in fits and starts. Enjoy!
Alexander broke the surface of the ocean, leaping out of the water entirely and flipping merrily back into the water before breaching it once more to swim to the edge of the beach.
He saw Ariel there, lounging in the waves, her sensitive tits heaving as she played with them with one hand, fingering herself with the other.
And then he was there, and her eyes widened in shock as she beheld him, and he wrapped her into his embrace and kissed her fiercely. The shock was blanked from her mind as she kissed back hungrily.
When their lips finally drew apart, Alexander finally realized the boon for which Ariel had asked the sea.
Long creamy legs flowed from her thighs, ending in delicate feet with wriggling toes.
They stared at each other, speechless. Ariel finally broke the silence. "Your tail is hot. But my legs are better."
Laughter bubbled up from him them, and Ariel joined, heartfelt laughter rippling through their bodies as they held each other. As the chortles calmed to chuckles, Alexander stroked her new legs, and answered, "You do have hot legs."
She kissed him again. "I am awed by these - toes? Toes. They are amazing." She wriggled them delightedly, and she laughed again in surprise as his strong hands lifted her up and flipped her around so that he could suck her toes playfully.
She shivered as he did so, erotic pleasure flowing through her. Alexander raised his eyebrows and paused long enough to say, "You like that?"
Ariel nodded, and grasped his thick cock, laying along his tail, thick and full and firm even when soft. She lay it between her boobs - moaning involuntarily as they rubbed across the sensitive globes - and began massaging it between her tits. She and her merman groaned loudly at the same time.
She managed to pant out, "I like that, too. What about you?" She grinned at him saucily.
"Come here, lovely maiden," he said, and she released his stiffening trunk and climbed into his arms.
"I love you, Alexander," she murmured, her nipples hardening as they pressed into his chest.
"And I you," he murmured back.
For a moment, they left unspoken the destinies that had conspired against them. They were still separated by the sea.
"Our stars are ill-fated," Ariel finally said, nuzzling noses with him.
He sighed, desire and resignation and hope all mingling into one. "We shall master the fates."
"You will," Ariel corrected. "One day. Today--"
"Today, we have today."
And so as the sun climbed, Ariel rode astride Alexander's cock, his sparkling tail beating the waves as she bounced atop him. Even as her ass jiggled with each buck and thrust they shared, she was bent over him, frenching him desperately, her tits grinding into his pelted chest.
Their whole bodies began to tingle, and sparks of erotic electricity seemed to crackle where her wet blue thatch ground into his wet dark bush. They lost count of the times they cummed together, until they had one ongoing, continuous, shared climax. The waves beat harder onto the beach, as if in response to their cries. And even as Alexander spilled forth load after hot load into Ariel's pussy, the wind whipped across the surface of the ocean.
Dark clouds formed over the sea, a storm gathering to match the storm of their passion. A single lightning bolt crackled in the distance, and simultaneously, a thund'rous thrill bolted through their entire bodies, shooting up his dick in time with his cum squirts and crackling along Ariel's twat in time with its ecstatic pulsating.
And suddenly they were spent. Gasping, chests heaving, they settled together. Alexander wrapped his arms around her back, holding her close, and she nuzzled against him, hands placed upon his chest. Isolated sprinkles began to fall.
Ariel realized something was now different - and yet familiar. She wriggled her toes - and instead her tail slapped upon Alexander's legs. "Alexander--?"
The look in his eyes told her he'd noticed a little while ago. "I know."
"I--" She stopped. She stared down into his eyes, and then kissed him. A kiss full of Ariel - sass and sex and spunk, longing and love mingled with hope.
And with a mighty flick of her sapphire mertail, she was gone, disappearing into the ocean depths. Her kiss had left a lingering trace of salt upon his lips, and he licked them, savoring her taste one more time.
Alexander stood up as the wind grew fiercer, and lightning bolts stabbed the darkened sky in quick succession. Passion flared undimmed within his heart.
The voice drew his gaze upwards. Hovering high above the ocean but floating down, was a busty young woman. Golden anklets stemmed with flapping white-feathered wings adorned her legs, and a band of gold studded with rubies and emeralds wrapped snugly around her neck.
Her tits were like two coconut halves, stemmed by dark areolas. A thick bushy patch of vivid crimson hair topped her slit. Her scarlet locks fell to mid back, but blew around wildly in the storm winds. They were partly held in place by a thin golden band around her forehead, with stylized golden wings at the temples.
"You shall have her again, O Alexander, beloved of goddesses," the girl declared, as her winged feet touched down upon the sand beside him. Waves lashed violently over both their ankles, as the wind continued to sprinkle them with raindrops.
He smiled at her. "I know," he replied. "Of whom do I have the honor, fair maiden?"
"I am Brunhilde," she answered. "A valkyrie, handmaiden of the goddess Freya. She has sent me as a token of her favor, and to promise you those whom you love. Lily, of the dark eyes. Cinnamon, your beloved. Ariel, star-crossed mermaiden."
He closed his eyes, basking in the sensations of passion beating within his heart and his cock, and of warm drops sprinkling upon his skin and trickling down. "Melody and Marie."
"I am sorry, Man beloved," Brunhilde said. "Only the passion-god may give you your carnaleira."
"Then I shall find the passion-god," Alexander said simply.
Brunhilde pressed herself into his side and murmured in his ear. "But the goddess of love has also given you her favor. She has given you me."
"I would not take you save that you would give yourself to me," he answered. But his cock throbbed under her touch as she stroked it.
The handmaiden of Freya wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face close to his. "I begged her to be the one to show you her favor."
Their moist lips met in a kiss. It was gentle at first, and then their lust became savage. Alexander jammed his cock into her warm, wet, willing pussy. He buried his face in her generous fruits, licking and kissing her titflesh, sucking her nipples. Her back arched as she stroked his curly hair.
Her pussy was slick and welcoming, and milked his dick even as he thrust it in and out of her. The wings on her ankles flapped, and they rose into the air, floating over the beach. The storm broke its full fury then, heavy rain lashing their forms as they writhed in mid air, winds whipping madly around them, stoking their passion.
Brunhilde's screams were lost in the winds, but every grunt of Alexander's seemed to be the thunder itself. Every thust inward of his massive member was punctuated by a flash of crackling lightning. Their skin was soaked, with warm rivulets of summer rain running rivers down their bodies, and their hair was slicked through. Where he kissed her boobs and neck, he also kissed the rain on her flesh, tasting the freshness of dew.
The voluptuous valkyrie had lost control, her quivering cunt exploding around his veiny throbbing cock. Her juices overflowed, and were quickly washed away by the warm rain. With a mightier deeper thrust than those before, Alexander squirted his cum deep inside her womb, his spurting throbs in time with Brunhilde's spasming pussy and the passion of the storm. At the same moment, the rain became a torrential downpour, obscuring all sight beyond the two of them, save for the lightning bolts stabbing the ocean.
Their hair flew about, mingling with each other and the rain; and great waterfalls gushed down their flesh in the throes of their lust. Waves of ecstasy rolled through them as Alexander's spunk continued to shoot forcefully into Brunhilde's climaxing womanhood.
It seemed to be forever, an unending symphony of euphoria, but at last, the storm - both the one without and the one within - finally abated. They drifted slowly downward, the rain slackening to a rare sprinkle, and the thunder and lightning vanished as though they had never been. Alexander gently kissed Brunhilde's dewy lips as the sun peeked out, and they landed on the edge of the beach in the once-more gently lapping waves.
"Freya's favor is indeed wondrous," he whispered to her as they lay there.
"As is yours, O Man Beloved," she smiled.
And so, kissing her, he left, for he was bound to the enchantress and to her he must return.
He did not see that, where a lightning bolt had struck the beach in the storm of their fucking, the sand had turned to glass - a fully formed crystal-glass sculpture of Alexander and Brunhilde in the midst of their cumming.