Gill Man's Girl (2 page)

The creature stopped.

They stared at each other. Its eyes were nearly perfectly round and black with no eyelids that she could tell. And then with a rush of something like an adrenaline dump, it struck her that it wasn't attacking. It wasn't coming toward her.

And it could have.

She was hardly safe on land if this giant fish monster could breathe out of the lagoon. As though hit with cold water herself, she realized she should run away. She scrambled up and sprinted into the grotto, stopping only when the light became too dim to see and she was forced to stop and regain her bearings.

Listening, she didn't hear anything coming after her.

Good God, Dr. Moreno would've had kittens
! She even smiled, just a little. She'd been the first person to ever see this new species; something worthwhile on this ill-fated trip. Now she just had to survive and get out of here to tell the school. Making sure that she heard nothing following her, she continued into the cave at a saner pace, but her steps led her to the ‘pool’ room where the mating was continuing, albeit admittedly at a much less frenzied pace.

She groaned mentally. Had her subconscious led her here? Or did all channels lead here?

She couldn't go back the way she came, and that orgasmic-intensifying hum was at a much more reasonable level. She needed to go through one of the two tunnels she spotted on the far side. She remained as far against the wall as possible and moved very slowly, keeping an eye on the love-puddle the whole time. The sound made her throat dry. The scent that seemed to float on top of the water was enough to pique her curiosity and called for her to come take a peep. Still she resisted, keeping her eyes alternatively on the pool and the tunnel she had chosen.

Without warning, something broke the surface of the water with a howl that caused Lita to gasp and recoil. Then her eyes grew wide.

It was another of the creatures from the lagoon!

She knew it wasn't the same one. The eyes of this one where spaced farther apart on its head, and there were no fins where ears might be. The creature's mouth was wide and the keening came from its chest. Just as it broke through Lita's shocked mind to wonder if it was alright, she saw another body below it. Lita blinked, still too stunned to consider moving. They were mating. The creature on top was in the throes of bliss!

Lita closed her own mouth and swallowed, aware of heat rising to her cheeks. She felt like a voyeur. Some part of her wouldn't mind watching the scene continue, either, but now that she was thinking again, she told herself to move. She took three more steps toward the tunnel as the creature gave a gurgling sigh and the two bodies returned beneath the water. She shivered once and glanced over her shoulder.

Convinced it was in the name of science, she crept closer to the pool. She couldn't see very well; mostly just writhing beneath the water, and the occasional green limb or fin breaking the surface. It was still fascinating.

She didn't notice the creature from outside had followed her in the room until it was just the other side of the pool.

Chapter Two

Her heart hammered, but she remained perfectly still. She didn't know why, but it didn't seem to be stalking her for the kill. It seemed much more leisurely; maybe as curious about her as she was about it. The mating rumble was still there, rippling the smooth black surface of the pool even though the writhing below had paused. A waft of that heady scent came from the surface and Lita amended her observation.

It
was most definitely a
he
.

From the scaly armor-like plating that ‘V’-ed below its pelvis, inched a long, penis. As she watched in awe, it kept growing until it was at least a foot. Then longer. And all she could do was stare while it thickened and filled with obviously warm blood, veins bulging around the dark blue head. She closed her lips with a pop.

Dammit but her mouth was watering.

He didn't do anything but watch her watching his cock. It jutted out and the creature moved one of his webbed hands to the bottom of the armor plating and folded it under, just a little, but enough for the huge dick to be released at an acute angle.

The hum was softer in her head now, replaced by the pounding of her heart in her temples, in time with the throbbing that had also begun in her pussy.

She swallowed and began backing away. He didn't follow or make a move. She took a hesitant step toward the tunnel and he allowed it. She took another, and he extended his hand.

Lita blinked. Her abdomen felt the vibrations of the room and her pussy was hot and wet. It made no sense to her at all.

She swallowed again.

The desire to slip her hand into her shorts was so strong that she nearly ached. What was it about this place? She swayed and, in brief seconds, he was next to her. His huge hands went to her shorts, the claws from his 'thumbs' ripping the seams with a flick, tearing them apart. She was breathing heavily, but she didn't think it was from fear. In fact, when he touched her, she shivered. Her breasts peaked and strained against her halter.

Following the trail down her belly that she'd made earlier, his hand covered her mound. She might have expected the claws to be harsh, but the pads beneath them were soft as velvet. When he touched her clit with one, she closed her eyes and bit her lip with a soft moan.

It was evidently all the encouragement he needed.

He rubbed the nub there gently, as though exploring. Lita whimpered and unconsciously pressed into him. She used her hands to leverage herself against his chest. Though his body seemed well protected in the armor-like scales, his belly was supple, like collagen or cartilage, strong but pliable. She could feel a heartbeat beneath her palms. The creature rolled a finger on her clit, sweeping atop her over-sensitized bud. She was panting, building to her release. He complied with the unspoken request, stroking faster, his fingers delving just at the edge of her tender folds. The droning of the room streamed in her head, to her throat, making her mouth water with what could be categorized as liquid desire. With each swallow she grunted a little, the heat rising by degrees in her body. In moments, Lita was grinding against his large padded finger, wishing he would shove it inside her and knowing he couldn't without risking serious injury to her.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she whispered in time to his rubbing, grabbing blindly for his cock, needing both hands to wrap around it. He groaned and stiffened; so stunned, it seemed, that for a moment he stopped touching her.

The room swam and shook her head, grinding all the harder against him. As if he needed more of an explanation, she began stroking his cock. It was slippery and easy and she went faster still. The climax came within her and she lunged against him, too weak to stand. Her cry was nothing more than a dry rasp. In another moment, he howled his own release.

****

When she woke up, the slime was there, but more dense, definitely easier to remove. The skin reaction was more prominent, too, making her scratch and wish for her shea butter lotion. She couldn't wait to get to the lagoon to rinse the rest of the goop off and soothe the itching. She caught the shuffling noises, but wasn't as apprehensive as before when she saw the Amazonian creature coming to her. He held what looked like half a rock in one giant webbed hand.

She hoped it was something edible. Instead it was a half geode filled with fish oil. She watched as he dipped two fingers in it and rubbed with care and tenderness over the inflammation below her knees. She examined his large, black eyes and then his scaly taloned fingers, amazed that he could be so gentle. Never before had she seen anything very sexy about feet, especially hers. Yet she found it not just soothing but seductive when he wound his oiled finger pads between her toes, massaging the soles of her feet and rubbing her ankles between his palms until they were warm.

While she was reflecting on how well the oil he had used worked, playing with the idea of how to market it, he brought in coconuts and strips of dried fish which she resolutely tried not to think about while she chewed them like overcooked chicken nuggets. She noticed he seemed entranced with her mouth, his tongue darting out to lick his lips when she used her teeth to tear the fish into bite-sized pieces. While she ate, he spread the oil along her shoulders.

He pulled aside her hair exposing her neck. Next she felt his tongue along her shoulder. It could have been abhorrent; instead it was warm and slightly rough, much like the stroke of a cat. She tilted her head more, to let him know she liked it. He brushed a claw down her back, making her shiver.

Granted, this oil and his expert administration of it was actually quite pleasant, but why the annoying slime in the first place? He moved, setting aside the geode of oil—she had started to question whether it was truly from a fish—and she smiled when he knelt between her legs. In wholehearted anticipation, she let him help her further upon the rock. She leaned back. And for the time-being, slime and fish were forgotten.

Her breath left her in a rush when he applied the oil to her folds and creases. The nerves there instantly tingled as though someone had turned on a vibrator. She held her breath, wondering what she should be doing, if anything. He leaned closer, running his long, coarse tongue over her breasts and the valley between them both. She closed her eyes, her exhale audible. The fin extensions at the side of his head, tilted back, and he apparently understood what he could do to her. His tongue continued with more resolve, spiraling first over one nipple and then the next.

She was positive it was not her imagination that his downy, padded fingers had grown hot and were pulsing. One worked on her slippery core, another moved to her nub. It set her skin ablaze, like a fast-moving wildfire consuming her from her hips upward. As though real, the heat seemed to make breathing just as difficult. If her flesh felt like dry fuel to a fire, her blood was lava below the surface. Instead of slowing, his friction made the flow run faster, swirling inside her until it exploded in a torrent of molten heat. Again and again. She came three times before she could even think to grab his wrist. He continued caressing the mound between her thighs while she caught her breath.

He moved in close enough that she could feel him breathe on her belly and brought his tongue to her clit. The instant it skimmed over her, she shuddered. Already hyper-sensitized, she could practically hear as well as feel the tiny, coarse bristles of his tongue. What might have been pain in another time, was nothing but smooth aching that throbbed from her pussy to her stomach and up into her breasts. It melted conscious consideration. It lulled her sensibilities to orgasmic desperation.

He flicked and played for several minutes. The tingling desire of her cunt made her moan repeatedly. She lifted her hips, reaching out to his scaly jaw-line, urging him closer. He abided, locking his lips over her mound with the gentlest of sucking. It stole her breath away. In its own little vacuum, her pussy experienced sensations she had never known before, all the while his tongue working its magic along her bud and swollen center lips. He licked and swiped at her folds. She gasped as she felt his long thin tongue slide inside her, licking the walls of her pussy as it went. The creature continued to suckle as his tongue moved, round and round, up, in, out, circling until she was audibly begging for relief. He seemed to fill her to capacity, thrusting in and around with an intensity that made her chest burn with the want to breathe. She screamed when she felt the first wave strike, causing her to come in bucking jolts. He did not move, did not withdraw his tongue, did not take his lips from the tiny atmosphere that had consumed her conscious, cataloged world and deposited her to this one. Unique, primal, searing, wholly sexual. She sucked in just enough air to shriek when the orgasm struck like a tidal swell, continuing for what felt like hours.

She lay there for a long time, simply breathing and enjoying the afterglow of immense satisfaction.

At last he stood. Without pausing to analyze her actions, she licked around the head of his cock, making a quiver run through his entire six-foot eight frame. She grinned a little and licked some more. He brought the head easily the size of her fist to her swollen pussy. She leaned way back and he bore down. It felt wonderful. She pushed her hips upward and her cunt began drawing him in. Instead of continuing however, he moved his thumb to her clit and massaged. She would never have thought she had the energy, but three seconds later she heard herself moan with the fostering sensation of desire blossoming to life all over again. It coiled and stung as though she had not come in months. Moments later she cried out, bucking against him.

Her breathing hadn't yet returned to normal, when he was kneeling once more between her thighs. She stroked her fingers down his chest, the scales there pliant and softer than the hard armor-like scales on his shoulders and back.

“I wish I knew your name.”

“Myyne.”

Chapter Three

“What?”

The creature pointed to his chest. “Myyne.”

She realized she hadn't actually tried to communicate with him before. She swallowed, awed. She knew from recent personal experience how talented his tongue was, but he could speak? Was speaking? And in direct response to her? How developed was his intelligence? It put an entirely new, deepening spin to this fragile relationship. “You are...‘Mine’?”

His ear-fins twitched once in a reaction she believed was akin to a smile.

She smiled too. “I am Lita. And I like you being Mine.” She nodded.

“Stay.”

It hadn't really crossed her mind that she would stay here. But none of this had crossed her mind at all before last week and the fated decision to come to the Amazon for a quickie.

Doctorate, that is.

On the other hand, she couldn't imagine taking Myyne back with her. They would kill him and dissect him. If he could even survive that long away from the great lagoon. Could she imagine leaving him here? She would never be able to be with another man, she was pretty sure about that. They would all be compared to a river creature that no one else would believe existed. She'd be locked up if she told anyone. At best. At worst, someone would come here looking and...ruin this primeval perfection.