“You are behaving for me, so well. I am impressed.”
That seemed almost an insult.
Then he leaned over and kissed her, even though the gag was partly in the way. The touch of a man was a rare thing in her life. Sometimes she forgot how nice it felt to have a mouth on hers. Pushing her around, moving her with the weight of him behind that mouth. She had shut her eyes at the first press and was simply enjoying the spread of heat.
When he smoothed his hand all over her skin as he kissed, she felt herself softening, melting.
Kissing was a form of love.
She craved this and whimpered as he kept up the massage, summoning the restoration of lust, thrumming its way…
Down her body…
Then she knew.
What he intended.
The reasons for arousing her.
The shift happened in a mindless chasm. In a blink. A tumult.
One minute, mermaid…
The next, she was sprawled on her back, legs still in the pool, with him over her, body up the other way so he seemed upside down for a second until she had herself oriented properly. He breathed as heavily as she did.
“Well, now.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “That was easy, my little…” He inhaled again. “Fuck, you are something, even before you change. I swear my balls and dick do weird things.”
Wide of eye, unblinking, she watched as he lowered himself to his elbows to kiss her again, upside-down kisses.
Oh,” she whispered, into his mouth, as both his hands covered her breasts and played with her there. She tried to arch into his hold, even when he increased the pressure of his fingers and pushed her flat.
How did this man send such a thrill through her when she was trapped and worried, and… whatever. She gave up on thinking.
He shifted, pressing his kisses lower, lower, down and over the length of her, until he reached her pussy. Raffaela was much of the way to nirvana, fingers clasped at her back, writhing a little and wishing he would put himself into her mouth, because she wouldn’t bite his dick, would she?
And then he took his weight from her, rolled away.
He pulled her completely from the pool, flipped her onto her belly, and tied her legs together with the skinny bits of black plastic he’d once had on her wrists. Those cut. They hurt if she yanked at them.
If she could have spoken properly, she’d have said something startled, a curse. Instead she only squealed when he bit her ass.
Then… then, he pried apart her butt cheeks and probed her.
Instinctively she tried to thrash her tail, and only knocked his foot. He pinned her down with a knee to her ass.
No tail was there. Her jaws were strong, she was stronger than any mere human girl, but she had no tail, no sharp teeth, and he was doing things she did not approve of. His finger circled her bottom hole as if it fascinated him. No man had ever done this.
Nor should he. She growled past the gag, disappointed that this new metal was far too tough for her to mash.
CHAPTER 7
Wolfgang laughed quietly. Those little growling noises she was making as he fingered her asshole were cute and only made his dick harder. Not surprising.
He’d always had a thing for girls who struggled.
He worked his fingertip into her. There was lube on his finger, so she really had no reason for complaint, considering.
“You agreed. To exchanging my pleasure for a chance to see if I can give you legs, make you human. You know?”
As he switched out his finger for the smallest of the butt plugs he’d fetched from the bag, revolving it as he slipped it inside her, he eyed the length of her newly formed legs. The pearlescent outlines where scales had been. The black ties around her ankles, doubled up because she could probably kick like a mu… like a girl who had recently possessed a tail that let her zip fifty yards in seconds.
Already, his leg had a bruise.
This was not normal.
He widened his eyes, looked to where he had his hand over her butt, squeezed her there to get another squeak from her. The scale impressions or illusionary markings faded out just about where his hand was resting. The head of the butt plug showed.
Hieronymus Bosch would go pffft and had likely painted madder than this while picking his teeth.
But surreal was a completely inadequate description.
She blew away his dreams, surpassed every other female who had ever occupied his bed, or his and Merrick’s, or his wall.
And the way she took that plug said fucking her there would happen soon. Not a work-his-way-up-the-size-scale for days thing. He kissed the underside of one cheek, then bit, squeezing his hand under her to find her clit. Though he’d been fixed on her as if she were under his microscope, the shift had blurred his vision. One second, she was a mermaid with a tail, and then she was this.
He bit her plump ass again, moved up her length kissing and biting. The smaller yelps, her sighs, the faint redness on her back, it told him she was at least enjoying what he was doing.
Taking off that gag pulled at him. He could. Just, he had an aversion to having his life blood draining away onto the floor from a gap in his neck.
When he reached her neck, he gave her nape a good firm bite, hung onto the muscle at the side, felt the shudder of
