But the way they move tells a different story. They’re preciseand powerful.
Half man. Half sea-born power.
And every inch of me isaware of thecontradiction.
I stay close, unhurried, kissing my way down his throat, across his chest, lingering where I know he’s most sensitive. When my lips brush his gills, he exhales a broken sound that vibrates through the water between us. Only then do I move lower, finally letting my hand close around what I’ve been waiting for.
His cock has shifted into a thick tentacle, smooth and warm beneath my palm, suction cups lining one side. I explore it slowly, feeling each ridge of the sensitive puckers as my hand glides along its length. Aksel’s response is immediate but restrained, a low moan slipping free as his hips tip forward, seeking more.
“You weren’t kidding,” I murmur, my voice warped by the water, soft instead of teasing. “About it being more sensitive like this.”
I curl my fingers around him again, firmer this time, following the shape all the way to the base where I feel the swell there. I pause, “You have a knot in this form, too?”
He doesn’t answer. Not with words. His reply comes in quiet sounds, and the way his body reacts, every muscle tightening, every breath heavier. It makes my chest ache with want. I move back up his body, hands and mouth tracing familiar paths, relearning him in this form as I go.
When I wrap my legs around his waist, it’s instinctive. My fingers sink into his hair, grinding us together as we meet in a kiss that’s slow and deep, more emotion than urgency. His hands find my ass, holding me there as I press closer, letting the lake rock us gently while we stay tangled together, suspendedin the moment instead of rushing past it.
I’m nothing but a bundle of sensitive nerves and wanton desire as I writhe against my husband, seeking any friction I can find in the slick water. Slick leaks out of me and into the water around us, acting as a pheromone itself. Pressure on my hole gives me pause, and I blink up at him in askance. He gives me another smug look as the pressure builds and his tentacle pushes inside of me. I grip his hair hard, attempting to counter the burn in my ass. He growls low in his throat as I whimper at the pain-filled pleasure.
As he slowly pushes inside of me, his slick, flexible muscle touches every single part of me. The suction cups catch on my rim, making me gasp at the electric pleasure. I need him to slow down and speed up at the same time. I’m burning up. I don’t know what I need. I cling to Aksel and beg him for something. Anything.
He rumbles deep in his throat. The sound is almost like a satisfied laugh, but darker. A purr. A dark, deep purr. Goosebumps rise along my entire body as I realize what he's about to do. I whine, nuzzling deep into his neck and biting hard into his scent gland.
His purr turns into a growl as he thrusts hard inside of me. My body writhes at the shock of his whole member entering me all at once. I cry out at the invasion, the burn almost too much. Aksel keeps a tight hold on me, unmoving as my body slowly reforms to fit his. My head is empty of everything except Aksel and the feeling of him inside of me.
I’m panting hard, bubbles flying from my mouth as I rest my head against his shoulder. His knot isn’t even fully formed yet, and it already feels as if he’s ripping me in half. I feel him move inside of me. Gentle. Not yet thrusting, but histentacle is twisting, searching for that hidden spot within my passage. Whenever he finds it, I yelp and clutch him harder to me, squirming in his hold. His tentacle suctions onto the small bundle of nerves, sending me out of my mind. My first orgasm moves through me with zero notice, sending me crashing into inevitable ecstasy.
My mind is a blur as he begins thrusting in and out, his wriggling appendage deep inside of me. I’m nothing but a toy used for his pleasure, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m oversensitive, my nerves on fire as he hits that spot over and over again.
I sob continuously, my hands clawing at him to pull him closer as my orgasm builds too soon. “Oh, fuck. Aksel. Aksel. Aksel.” I chant his name like a prayer while he continues taking me apart piece by piece.
My brain fogs and my body twitches as though I’ve been electrocuted when my climax washes over me a second time. I’m crying openly now, my body and mind exhausted and satisfied in an overwhelming sense.
Aksel’s knot catches on my hole, his thrusting slowing down as he grows inside of me. He shoves it in one final time, shuddering as he finds his own release. He roars as he fills me up completely.
Neither of us moves as we cling to each other. Our chests heaving with the exertion of fucking in the water. Our hearts pound as one as we come down from our orgasmic highs. He kisses me slowly and thoroughly, his tongue exploring my mouth as we enjoy the feel of our bodies resting against one another. Aksel’s knot slowly shrinks before sliding out of me with a pop. I clench hard to stop his release from slipping out of my hole. I hate how empty I am without him inside, but Ilove how stretched he made me feel.
After a while, he leans back in the water and pouts at me, lower lip pushed out in a way that’s clearly practiced. “I know I lost the bet,” he says, voice warm and coaxing, “but can Ipleasesee your tail, Fylgja?”
I roll my eyes, though there’s no real bite behind it. He’s ridiculous if he thinks I’m going to spend our entire vacation unshifted. I love my tail. I love the freedom of it, the power, the way my body feelsrightwhen I’m in my shifted form. I was always going to show him.
But I also love when he begs.
A slow, wicked smile curves my mouth, anticipation lighting through me. I push away from him suddenly and take off across the lake, laughter bubbling out of me as I go. I know he’ll catch me, but that doesn’t stop the thrill of the chase.
Halfway around the floating dock, I let the shift roll through me. My body reshapes smoothly, familiarly, and suddenly the water feels like home again. My tail propels me forward with effortless speed, slicing through the cool lake in long, powerful strokes.
I slow only when I sense him close, too close, and turn just in time to find myself face-to-face with my husband. His expression steals my breath every time: awe, hunger, pride, all tangled together.
The muscles in my tail coil and release with barely a thought, thick and powerful near the base, tapering down the length of me. When I flex, the motion travels in a smooth wave. Built for speed. Built for endurance. Built for depths most creatures wouldn’t survive.
The fin at the end spreads wide when I want it to, the dark membrane stretching between sharp spines, elegant and lethal.One flick is enough to send me gliding forward. Two, and I’m gone.
On land, black can look severe.Intimidating.
In the water, it blends seamlessly. I don’t shimmer or glow.
I belong to the night sea. The cold, quiet places where light doesn’t linger and sound carries farther than it should.
