Pike’s arms roped and bulged as she crested the edge of the tailgate, clumsy on land but still fucking beautiful and deadly.
Marlowe’s lips twisted in a smile around her cigarette and she held out a hand. “Took you long enough. I had to kill her myself.”
Webbed hands hesitantly slotted into hers and burned at Marlowe’s wounds. She braced herself and pulled, hauling Pike further into the truck.
Marlowe didn’t let her go. Pike snarled softly, teeth flecked with blood and bits of flesh.
“You talk a lot of shit for a little monster who just got two bodies to eat.” Marlowe stubbed out her cigarette on Heather’s shoulder and leaned in, letting the backs of her knuckles skim over Pike’s chest. “I bet you’d like to bite me again.” Pike’s snarl froze on her face and she stayed perfectly still.
This close, her eyes snapped in different shades of black and gold.
Marlowe’s voice dropped to a soft, coaxing cadence. “Are you gonna rip my heart out and eat it while it’s still beating?” Marlowe flicked her tongue out against the narrow gash of Pike’s curled lips. She tasted familiar now. “Or are you going to keep me, sweetheart?”
Pike huffed sweet, fish-gut air at her and blinked slowly, the membrane shuttering her eyes.
Marlowe leaned in and kissed her.
Keep Me, Sweetheart
Sharp teeth pricked at her tongue and Marlowe’s hand splayed over its gills. She hungrily swallowed up the low, guttural sound Pike made from deep in its chest and nipped at its lips as she drew back. Her teeth scraped across Pike’s neck, licking up rivulets of lake water and her tongue feathered across the soft, quivering flesh of its gills.
Pike hissed, tail undulating, neck craning to the side and giving Marlowe more space. Fleshy hands pawed at her top and Marlowe reared back, ripping away her shirt and shucking off her shorts, each twist and scream of her beaten body sending raw spikes of pleasure through her gut.
Plunging her tongue back into their gills drew another rattling sound from Pike, and they clawed her closer. Gray tendrils nipped at her as Marlowe sank her hand into knots of pondweed and down to the other side of their neck, stroking each fluttering gill-slit.
Pike hissed, open-mouthed, and instinctively Marlowe’s hand moved. A quiet hush ghosted from her lips. Only sharp points against her palm reminded her.
Marlowe drew back.
Round gold eyes peering over her hand seemed almost amused. Marlowe smiled and stroked her thumb across the underside of her jaw. “Take a lot more than that to rattle you?” Pike’s answering huff told her she was right. “Good.”
Marlowe shifted her weight, leaving one more sucking kiss on her flared gills before she straddled Pike. Their soft, mottled skin was flame-hot to her aching cunt. Guiding their hands to her waist, warmth flushed through Marlowe when their webbed hands dug in hard enough to leave bruises layered on top of ones she already had.
Let her leave bruises. Marlowe didn’t care if she was covered in marks and wounds and scars as long as they were from Pike.
Marlowe slipped down, thighs molding around Pike’s scales right where their own cunt pulsed and bulged, scales slippery with their own need.
They should be leaving. Catching the first fuck-no bus out of here before anyone realized Heather was gone. Her dead eyes watched them, glazed over and barely visible in the moonlight. Marlowe bared her teeth in a smile and rolled her hips, dragging her spread, dripping cunt across Pike’s scales. She shuddered and curled in on herself at the feeling.
This time, Pike was there, gripping her waist, her hips. Steadying herself, Marlowe rutted against them like a bitch in heat—vicious and chasing flames curling in her cunt, stoking embers with each steady, crushing grind against scales.
Slick heat met slick heat and Marlowe sank deeper over its tail, finding the right position where every drag and jerk of her hips meant perfect pleasure. Pike watched her, and Marlowe caught a sliver of moonlight through the translucence of its jaw before it snapped shut.
Another flush of pleasure rolled through Marlowe and she tipped her head back, panting as she rutted desperately, Pike’s scales under her, pressing, spreading her open, stroking just right, and then Pike’s hands dug into her hips and they twisted under her, tail bucking up, and Marlowecamehardwith a hiss and strangled, erratic rolls of her hips.
Pike made a low humming sound in their chest and they thrust against Marlowe, the swell of their cunt rubbing flush with hers, again, again, again until she was spent, gaze blinking back into the dim light instead of flashes behind her eyelids.
Marlowe’s thighs went sticky against their tail and dirt and blood mingled with the mess. Pike moved under her, shifting forward, and if it wasn’t for the after-sex haze, Marlowe would have snapped at her for the overstimulating scale-drag.
She realized, with a sudden, odd feeling, Pike had taken hold of the oar handle still clamped between Heather’s teeth. The smooth handle pulled loose with a grating bone-on-wood rasp. Blood and saliva dripped in a ragged stream from the broken end, now dulled.
Marlowe watched, struck silent, as Pike fingered open the mottled scales of her cunt and fitted the uneven end to her slit. Pike’s gills flared and a shudder rolled through her sinuous body, tail vibrating under Marlowe as she pressed the oar into herself. Inch by inch, the worn handle disappeared, scales stretching and pulsing around the wood.
Only once a hand-length protruded from her did Pike stop, and Marlowe knew the bloodied end was seated neatly in the layered ring of teeth deep inside her cunt. Her mouth went dry when the membrane of Pike’s eyes squeezed shut and her tail rolled against her hand, fucking herself so deliberately, socasuallythat a greedy warmth clawed at Marlowe’s stomach again.
Impulsively, Marlowe reached out, hand sliding over Pike’s knobby fingers. Their eyes snapped open with a feral, agitated gleam.
Marlowe’s thighs quivered as she kneeled, hovering over the place where their scales split around wood. Pike’s gills gaped and fluttered. Marlowe’s swollen flesh slipped against her hand when she eased onto the blunt, rounded end.
