“So you weren’t hurt?”
I laugh.
“Oh stop.” Shehumphsand wraps her fingers around my horn again, giving it a light squeeze that I find I quite enjoy. “It’s happened before.”
I lift myself higher in the water to peer at her brow, which unfortunately forces her to release me. A small bruise is beginning to form near her left temple. “But you were hurt?” I ask, reaching between us to push back her hair and cup her cheek, gently caressing the edge of the bruise with the pad of my finger.
She tries to bat my hand aside. “It’s nothing.”
Seeing the discoloration reminds me of how frail she is, how easily she’s able to get hurt. Whereas my entire body could disintegrate and I would still reform, she is cursed with mortality. She is also immensely weaker than me, so much so that I could kill her as easily as one of the monstrous serpents that reside in the darkest depths.
Removing my hand from her face, I cut my palm open with my fang and offer the blood to her. “Drink it. It will heal you.”
She glances at my hand and shakes her head. “Eww, no. I’ll be fine.”
Smearing my palm across my lips, I lurch up and yank her against me. She gasps and grabs onto me once more just as I catch her mouth with mine and push my tongue between her parted lips, making her take my blood; one drop will be more than enough to help her. I pull back when it’s done, and she quickly wipes her mouth with the back of her arm, making a face.
“Gross, Sepher!”
“I will not have you remain hurt. Next time spare the denial and take what I offer you freely and enthusiastically. It is a rarity.”
“What did you do to me!?”
“I gave your body the strength it didn’t have. And now I am done talking,” I growl, impatience eating its way through me. Suddenly, I am desperate to possess her completely. Grabbing her bodice, I rip her dress straight down the middle, finding her naked underneath.
She cries out, hitches adorably, and braces against me, shifting her feet apart in the sand against my onslaught. “Sepher!”
I drop down low and rise again, swiftly, before she has a chance to react, pressing my face up between the front of her legs, pushing my mouth against the divot of her sex. She cries out again, her hands seeking purchase as she tries to step back but also keep her grip on me.
I wrap my arms under her butt and lift her up, then lay her down, forcing her back and onto the raised sandbar.
She quickly pushes up on her elbows, remerging from the liquid with a splash and another gasp as her long hair goes spreading in the water behind her. She blinks out the water and arches her body. She kicks out one of her legs weakly.
Our eyes catch, hers gleaming with my ocean until they drop downward to my chest and arms. Her heartbeat races in my ears, overpowering the strong sound of the waves, and her chest heaves as she stares at me.
“Sepher…” She whispers my name this time, beautiful submission beginning to bleed into her expression.
The sand is soft and wet enough that it cannot stick to her skin. The shallows here are neither cold nor hot. Everything is designed for her comfort, the best I can do outside bringing her within the confines of my caves deep beneath the waves. That will have to wait for her mortal death, alas. She would die within an instant of being there.
“Now I will have you for the first time in my domain, among my things, where I know you are safest. The only risk to youhere… is me,” I murmur, wrapping one of my hands around my hefty erection and giving it a squeeze.
Her gaze follows my movement down, then lingers, watching the water lap around my cock. “Promise?” Her eyes flick back up to me.
How easily I give in to her demands. “I promise.”
Taking hold of her ankle, I spread her left leg away from her right, slowly opening her to me. And she lets me, seemingly taking my promise to heart, allowing me a good look at her wet and slick within the black waters of my home.
“I will not deceive you, Grace,” I vow, leaning forward, my words muffling as I lick her soaking wet labia from her clit to her pussy, watching her eyes go wide and her lips part helplessly when I drill my tongue inside her.
Nudging her thighs further apart, I crawl over her until she’s pinned open by my tail. Water ripples around us, wetting her skin deliciously, to the point where I can already taste her—breathe her—in it.
She places her hands on my chest but doesn’t push me away. “And if it happens again?” she asks breathlessly, worry and fear still mixed in her eyes. Though now they are also alight with hot desire.
Knowing exactly what she’s referring to, I grin.I hope it does.“I’m going to press my throbbing cock inside of you now, Grace. Are you ready?”
She’s silent as she stares up at me, her body posed indecisively, willing yet rigid.
Watching her, I shift closer, teasing her folds with the head of my cock, as I lean heavier over her. She releases an unsteady breath as her eyes flutter to half-mast.
