Slippery When Wet (Paranormal Gangbang Erotica)

Slippery When Wet

Prudence Sinclaire

Kindle Edition

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental.
The material in this book is intended for ages 18+ it may contain adult subject matter including explicit sexual content, profanity, drug use and violence. All characters portrayed in this fictional work are over the age of 18.

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Cara slipped away from the Patrons' Ball and down the ancient corridor attached. Harsh halogen portable work lights strung along the wall replaced the soft glow of the paper lanterns from where she'd come. As the sounds of music and laughter faded away, she became more conscious of the clattering of her heels striking against the ancient stone floor with each step. She stepped out of her pumps and continued to pad down the hall barefoot.  

She hadn't wanted to set the gala here. That many people at such a delicate site? Now that the ruins had been uncovered after thousands of years of burial, exposure to air, pollution, and touch were all enough to compromise the ruins on their own. Cara didn't think they needed to invite dozens of inexperienced laity along as well. Plus catered food, candlelight fire...Cara shuddered to think of what damage could happen to the ancient fortress tonight. Unfortunately, she hadn't been able to get Dr. Kitt, the Archeological Director of the dig, to agree.

"Listen, Cara," he had said. "We've uncovered more than we could have ever hoped for here, and our funding is going to run out. If we want more, we have to show our investors some results, and what better way to do that than to
bring them here?
"

Cara glowered at the memory and pressed her lips together in a firm line. Filled with old men, socialites, and stodgy old government representatives, the party may be important for the dig, but it seemed like a waste of her time. She had to put on a short dress and heels for this?

She examined her nails. Usually chipped and caked with dirt for the better part of the day, they looked too clean. She had aimed for as best a pass at a manicure as she could muster out on a remote island in the middle of the Mediterranean, but none of the people there seemed interested in her or the state of her nails. They had crowded around Dr. Kitt as he excitedly explained her latest find, and Cara had been left to stand scowling in the corner.

Cara sighed and rounded another corner. No one would miss her for the evening, and she'd prefer to be by herself anyway. She had always been much better dealing with people who had died millennia ago than those in her fellow era. After another turn, the corridor opened into a large room filled with pictograms and an ancient logographic writing system none of the crew had recognized.

Cara stepped into the room she had nicknamed
Atlantis
. She crossed over to the stone wall and stared at the unfamiliar etchings in the stone as if one more time could shake the ghost of a memory loose. Her hand rose to one particular pictogram at eye level, and her fingers hovered above it, close but not touching.

For some reason, this one kept drawing her attention--a depiction of a figure with the head and torso of a man but the bottom half of a fish. Dr. Kitt had theorized the culture that had produced these etchings held religious beliefs with therianthropic and shamanistic roots, but Cara wasn't too sure. Something about this image stood out to her in her mind. Cara pulled her eyes from the pictogram and walked to the middle of the chamber. She stopped when she had reached the edge of a square hole set into the center. Her toes curled around the border, and she stared down into the murky, dark water that had filled the chasm. Although she couldn't tell through the opaque water, Cara suspected the bottom lay at least several feet below if not one hundred.

It didn't look like other ancient public baths nor did it resemble a swimming pool. She couldn't fathom why the chamber needed such a large pool of water in the middle or what its purpose could be. The entire room held a heavy air of reverence, and Cara suspected that this might have been some sort of spiritual temple, the center of a previously undiscovered technologically advanced ancient culture. In the corner of the chasm, a staircase hugged against the wall and descended into the water below. If the water had always been there, Cara wondered who built such a staircase and what their motives could have been. She moved to the corner and stepped onto the top stair, as if trying to incite a revelation about its purpose.

Something metallic flashed for a brief moment from beneath the surface of the water.  Cara squinted her eyes to get a better look, but she had a hard time seeing through the shadowy water below. She moved down a step and leaned over the water. Nothing. She took another step and still nothing. Cara stopped at the last dry step and leaned over the edge. After deciding she must have imagined it, Cara sighed and crouched down. She hiked her skirt around her waist to prevent it from getting wet and planted herself on her ass. She touched a toe to the water. A comfortable warmness enclosed her toe, and she dipped her legs the rest of the way into the water.

Cara shivered and her eyes fluttered close. Not too hot and not too cold, the water felt so good against her legs. She lay onto her back and scooted her ass closer to the edge of the step. She spread her legs and enjoyed tickling sensation that stirred in her toes. The fluttering moved slowly, teasingly up her legs. She squeezed her eyes tighter and sighed. It didn't occur to her to consider what could have been causing such a movement in the water.

The water tickled up and down her thigh in an oddly sensual manner and as light as a lover's touch. It reminded her of Tom back home. She pictured him with her now, laying between her legs and running his rough hand up her smooth skin to her dripping bare snatch that ached to be filled. Cara's breathing grew shallow and she spread her legs even further, exposing her panties to the cool air. She almost slipped a hand to her slit when the water lapped against her pussy, causing Cara to jump at the sudden touch. She giggled and enjoyed as the warm water brushed against her most intimate place. The water swirled and tumbled against her clit, and Cara started to feel her panties soaking from something else entirely.

She moaned and tugged her panties off. She tossed them aside and lay back once more. The stone surface scratched against her bare ass, and the water lapped eagerly again at her mound. Cara's chest rose and fell in short, shallow breaths. She could picture Tom with his hot tongue running up and down her dripping slit before slipping his tongue deep inside. Not only could she picture it, but she could
feel
it. Hands gripped her thighs and he nibbled gently at her clit. She felt herself getting closer to release, and she spread her legs even further giving Tom deeper access to the inside of her inner folds. Her legs trembled beneath his grasp, and it wouldn't have been too long now before...

Cara opened her eyes, and when she saw the figure between her legs, she nearly screamed. She sat straight up, and the man stopped licking her immediately. His nails clutched her thighs, and his nails dug in a little tighter. He treaded water in the space between her legs.

"Who the hell are you, and just what do you think you're doing?"Cara said in a shaky voice, trying to catch her breath.

He looked at her with gorgeous dark green eyes, and if he hadn't been holding her legs apart, her knees would have buckled under his stare. The figure pushed himself up on her thighs and rose in the water before her. Cara started laughing, sure she must have been hallucinating. The man had handsome features and sexy damp wavy hair. A light fisherman's net gathered at one shoulder and covered his muscled torso, and beneath the hem of this primitive covering...no, it couldn't have been.

Cara blinked and looked closer. The tail of a fish protruded from the hem of his wrap. Upon a second glance, Cara noticed what she thought had been black hair was actually a dark green, and his skin had a light, shimmering tone. The tips of his nails pointed into claws. He definitely couldn't have been a man. Cara laughed again. It looked like those pictographs had a literal meaning after all. Could it be she was looking at a merman?

"Amazing," Cara said. "We can learn so much from you and your culture!"

If the man understood her, he gave no indication. He leaned forward and blew hot air against her pussy. Cara lost her train of thought and bucked her hips at him. A small moan escaped her lips. Her breath grew ragged once more while the creature licked and sucked at her tight snatch. Her juices dripped down his chin. She felt herself drifting closer to release again when the creature stopped. Cara opened her eyes and whimpered. She sat up, and the creature let go of her thighs. Before she had a chance to ask him why he had stopped, he wrapped a hand tight around her wrist and tugged.

Cara toppled into the water below, and the creature dragged her several feet beneath the surface of the water. She struggled and thrashed in the water, desperate for a breath of air, but the creature still held her in his tight grip. She opened her eyelids beneath the water, and it stung at her eyes--salt water. Cara looked to the bottom but didn't see one. The hole cut straight through the island and to the ocean below.

The creature pulled her close against him and kissed her deeply. Air flooded her mouth, and she sucked the breath eagerly from his lips. The merman had the ability to give her air. His lips parted, and hers with him. His tongue met hers, and she clung to him in her desperation for fresh air. She needed him to survive. She gripped his elbows so hard her knuckles hurt. His claws ripped at the flimsy dress covering her body and tore the fabric to shreds. The tips of his claws nicked her skin over and over in her efforts to shed the dress from her, and salt water stung as it swirled against her abraded skin.

Hundreds of shredded fabric floated away from her like strands of confetti, leaving her exposed and bare before him. The merman pulled away from her and Cara scrambled not to let him go. He evaded her hands and swam down to her bare snatch. He shoved her legs apart and lowered his mouth to her slit. Cara had to bite her lip to keep from opening her mouth beneath the water. His long tongue snaked from the crack of her ass to her clit. Cara shivered and closed her eyes. Her lungs burned with the need to breathe, and she writhed in his grasp.

The merman did not respond. He relentlessly licked and sucked at her clit. Her pussy sizzled with desire. She didn't want him to stop, but she would need a breath soon. The merman held her life in his hands, and the complete vulnerability of the situation made her pussy melt. His rough tongue lashed against her clit, and Cara felt her eyes roll to the back of her head beneath her closed lids. Her body froze for one instant and then thrashed and bucked against the merman's tongue. The orgasm too intense--Cara's mouth flew open with a gasp.

A mouth crushed against hers, passing air to her aching lungs. She gulped precious air, and her eyes flew to see her partner. A merman kissed her passionately, but she still felt a tongue probing her intimate folds. A shiver ran down her spine when Cara realized she was now at the mercy of two mermen. The first didn't let up. He ground his rough tongue against her clit and seized her ass cheeks in both hands. His nails jabbed into each cheek while he mashed her twat closer to his mouth. Her sensitive clit burned at his persistent tongue. She squirmed for relief, but his grip tightened.

The second merman sucked her bottom lip between his and nibbled it. The tips of his teeth pricked her lower lip in his excitement, but thankful for the air, she let him get carried away. He groped her bare breasts with both hands. He rolled a nipple with his thumb and forefinger gently at first and then yanked and tugged hard. She cried out against his mouth, but her nipple hardened instantly in response. Cara had never been with more than one man before. Of course, since both mermen pleasuring her had tails maybe it was still true she had never been with more than one
man
.

The first merman nipped at her clit, and she shivered and came hard again. He pulled away, and Cara felt relieved for a little respite in the moment. The second merman withdrew from her lips, leaving Cara once again to hold her breath. Through the blurry, dark water, she saw both mermen yank at the knots holding the fishermen-net togas in place. The knots tugged open, and they let the tightly knotted material sink away. What lay beneath their coverings seemed nothing like what she had seen in the movies.

Rather than a perfect and abrupt division of upper half man and lower half fish, their waist and legs slowly morphed into a sleek, scaly green tail. Their shimmery green-tinted skin turned a darker gold-green, and every now and then a glowing scale dotted their hips, stomachs, and the tops of their thighs. The scales increased and overlapped midway down their thighs until it transformed into a gleaming gold-green tail.