Nota bene: the chapter features mature content!
My words must have embarrassed her, revealing something personal. I notice it immediately, for she instantly crossed her legs and, almost perfunctory, covers her breasts, that are glimmering like fire opal when she moves, with long seaweed braids.
I put off my pullover, having tied it around my waist and stay in my tank top, but have to put it over my shoulders, because the villain sun is frying my unprepared skin. I touch my head: my hair feels really hot.
Doris is watching me all this time. She stands up and literally sweeps me off my feet. I give a scream of surprise.
I’ve seen some young couples doing something like this when playing around: a boy catches his girlfriend, and she’s trying to break free. The girl keeps on yelling, “Let me go! Put me down, you are such an idiot!” I never understand this public role playing: I could hear her pretending angry voice mixed with theatrical yelling. I know that she likes it; I see her rosy cheeks or glistening eyes or quick smiles, while the boy, as if inspired by her screaming “appreciation”, keeps on holding her.
This time Doris really scares me. She’s different: swift, sudden, alien strong. For a second, I think she wants to drag me into the ocean. I shrink as a tiny animal in her arms, but she’s marching in the opposite direction toward the forest bounty.
It’s still hot and humid between the lush plants, but we can hide from direct sunlight. She puts me down, and I lean my hand against a rock that emits pleasant cool.
Not only her moves are different, but her eyes have changed: her pupils turn huge and dark like bottomless wells with glowing rims. I distance myself, forgetting about the rock behind my back.
She catches me by my wrists, putting my hands on both sides of my head. Mermaid’s grip is not painful but firm enough not to give me a chance to wrest out. I’m exposed to her like a pinned butterfly in the frame. A muffed sob scapes my mouth. I’m slightly crossing and uncrossing my legs, instinctively moving my hips towards her.
I bite my lower lip, craving for her touch, but Doris’s look doesn’t imply any interest. What more does she want me to do? Beg her? She already possesses me having infected my mind. My unexpected submissiveness makes me feel shame, but like a willing victim I want her to get me right now as if it could fill the void. I think she's punishing me for something I’ve done or said before, and I pretend to deserve it. Or maybe I do deserve it?
“Please...” I moan plaintively. “Please...”
The girl cocks her eyebrow but doesn’t say a word. She releases one of my wrists just to take me by my hair pulling my head back. Her lips are a millimeter away from mine, and I’m ready for a real kiss, feeling her fresh ocean breath against my skin. But pulling my hair a little bit harder, she lets go of it. I moan, but this time because she isn’t touching me anymore. Her black inhuman pupils are penetrating me. I’m shaking from head to foot, taking quick short breaths. She stretches her arms; I think she wants to hug me, but instead, with a sudden and quick movement the mermaid pulls my sweatpants down and stands on her knees in front of me. I want to say something, but I can hardly catch my breath, for she starts kissing the inside of my thighs. Her teasing tongue is wandering along the edges of the panties’ elastic, but not where the exact place I want her to touch me. I start thrusting my hips towards her as if imploring for more. She painfully squeezes them, leaving red marks on my pale skin and easily tears off my panties, throwing them aside with indifferent expression. I gasp, trying to cover myself, only now remembering that I have a big bunch of shame after all, but she takes my hands away in an irritated manner.
She’s touching me with her lips again moving her tongue nice and slow. I sigh, closing my eyes. But mermaid’s softness doesn’t last long. Without warning, Doris puts my leg over her shoulder, finally getting rid of the sweatpants that were binding my foot all the time. The rock is wet and mossy, and I nearly slide down. My hands are slipping against the hard stone surface. I want to do something too and decide to touch her seaweed hair and a beautiful ammonite ear, but she doesn’t care about my bashful moves. I close my eyes. My mouth is dry, but I feel saliva at the lip corner; my moans are becoming louder. I open my eyes again to look at her. She’s gazing back at me, slightly roving over my legs and hips. She doesn’t stop moving her mouth when our eyes meet. The fact that she loves me with her tongue makes me burst into orgasm.
I think I lost conscious for a second or so: I find myself sitting on the ground. Now I’m on my knees, and she’s towering over me in her naked human form.
“We need to go to the lighthouse,” she is surprisingly nonchalant and emotionless. One second of silence and the girl shows me her back, slowly going to the white beach. Her expression is painfully familiar to me: Sylvester usually looks at his girls this way when he is not interested in them anymore.
I was taken to heaven and kicked out of there within the shortest period of time. I make a long arm for my sweatpants (There's no point in looking for panties; she has torn them). I must feel something, but I just silently stare at the rock. It’s not me who’s crying, but why my face is a waterfall when I touch it?
That's what I wanted, that's what I got.
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