Cock sliding into her ass. Squeezing in against the resistance of her body. Her mouth gaped.
The stretch was unnatural and infernal even for her. It hurt and pleasured her by strange ways that threw all of the sensations together.
And yet she wriggled back at him, encouraging him.
With his fingers on her and with that slow-pumping cock reaming her, with her desire for raw male possession, she found herself loving this.
Nothing mattered except that he was fucking her.
She clawed the sofa, crying out as another climax soared then blew apart her world. It blanked her mind and left her gasping with a wet cushion stuffed partway between her lips.
He pulsed inside her, groaning as he pulled out. Then he had her lie on the sofa and climbed over her to spoon with his back wedged against the sofa.
There would be come on the sofa and there was no ocean to wash everything clean. But it was his sofa. Not her concern. She wormed closer to his heated body, his muscles. The hard biceps draped over her neck made her feel safe and happy.
The TV had not stopped talking all the time they were screwing, and she wrinkled her brow.
How long did it talk for? Pictures of people killing each other seemed to take priority.
“You haven’t shifted, yet.” Wolfgang whispered. “Wait. I have something.” He climbed over her and went to a room. His naked ass made her watch him walking. A door slammed then he returned.
A heart-shaped pendant hung from his hand as he climbed back onto the sofa and snuggled.
“Yours.” He connected it at the back of her neck in a tight circle. Too small to fall off when she swam.
Then his hand moved down to wedge between her legs and fingers stroked her. She shut her eyes as sensations reawakened.
Again?
“Going to see if I can keep you edged. Stop your squirming.”
Ahh. That. She wriggled but let him find her clit, sighing.
“Where is this necklace from? Not the other? The pearls were pretty.”
“That one was to track you. This is because I want to give it to you, miss mermaid.”
“Oh.” She touched it as he touched her, then closed her eyes to feel how his fingers moved on her. She recalled the gold look to the necklace. “Do you keep many of these in your house?”
“Eh.” He shrugged, breathed hard against her neck. “To be honest, it belonged to an old girlfriend. She returned it.”
“You are a rich man to have such things. I was poor.”
“Tell me,” he said. “About your past. You never did.”
“No more fucking?” Those fingers… playing. Already she had ideas.
“Uh. No. Hell shall freeze over first.”
Even so, how was she to speak when he did that?
“Talk. Or else I get out my flogger and nipple clamps.”
What? Her eyes sprang wide open.
But she began to talk. “Eighteen twenty-nine was the year I was born. I think? Everything gets hazy after the first hundred years, and my mother was never sure of dates.”
Dredging up memories from that long ago meant sifting through half-recalled images, words, glimpses of things that happened to her. She remembered the hurricane and spewed forth the entire scene. The day she died was engraved on her mind.
“They threw you overboard in the middle of a hurricane? Jesus.” His body tensed. Even the muscles of the arm and hand he used to tease her halted in their mission and stiffened. He found her hand and clasped it, brought it higher so as to kiss her fingers.
“That’s disgusting, terrifying,” he said softly. “No words, I have no words to say what I want to about that. I’m sorry for you. For who you were.”
And who she now was, she supposed. The hurricane was long ago, and she’d forgotten how it had scarred her. Those she preyed on usually spent their last moments in the throes of lovemaking. When she had been taken it was too brief, too thrown at her in the midst of a scene of pain, injury, and horror.
Then he added something in a puzzled voice that seemed pulled from somewhere else, from another realm of conversation. “You have no idea how different this is for me. To be like this.”
Like what? He’d had girlfriends – he had said so. While she had really only had clients and prey. How could this be more different for him than it was for her?
She settled, however, and went on, delved further back to when she’d been a child in the slums of London, begging because her father was nonexistent in her life and her mother a laundress and wretchedly poor.
They exchanged questions, thoughts, and Wolfgang made comments that reminded her he was actually listening to her. No one, nobody had ever done this. Not even when she was human.
Only now did she realize how much of a hole there existed inside her. A person needed this. It was more life than blood. It was food for her soul. Some of her sadness seemed to fade away as they cuddled on the sofa in this human house with human things on the TV and this man wrapped around her.
What else might he teach her?
To her amusement, he kept on teasing her below. It did keep her on the edge, especially with him kissing her shoulder and neck.
After a long while, with shadows slanting over the pool outside and the light out there dulling, his fingers slipped away, hand slackening. He snored.
The change in her happened within a few minutes. She sensed it coming. Then… A wriggle in her body, a blur
