Melt Me
Copyright 2011
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Prologue
Oron paced his room like the trapped animal he was. He could feel his body screaming. He could feel his blood pumping through his body, rushing in his ears like a tsunami. He growled low in his throat, his anger breaking free in sound the way he could not unleash it in violence. Talmoc, his best friend, and right now his only sworn ally it seemed, watched him wisely silent. Talmoc was the stillness to Oron’s roar, the stealth to his brash. They had been evenly matched, in one way or the other, since birth. It was only Oron’s birthplace that had made him king rather than advisor. It was a fact that Talmoc usually used to lighten to mood, to provide some physical sport for stress release. Tonight, neither wanted the trappings of their place.
“Talmoc, by the Gods, they cannot really mean this,” Oron said at last, his body coming to a stop but he could not stop the movement of twitching muscles. He looked at his friend, his green eyes passing over the pale good looks of his bond-brother, from the long golden hair to the crystalline blue eyes, and powerful physique, so much more bulky compared to his own whipcord length.
“They are more than serious, my friend, though it may be most unfortunate.” Oron saw his friend’s eyes flash with deadly malice and thought then that truly, perhaps, the Senateorian had made an enemy rather than a friend. He sighed, the Senateorian had been trying to break the royal family from the throne for four centuries and this was simply their latest prank. The babbling idiots felt that they could rule the people of Basque better than the king since they were elected by the people. Oron hissed at the thought, more like they threatened and pillaged until people were too afraid to speak again them and were entrenched enough in politics to be hard to eradicate. Oron had nearly had them, one last move and checkmate. They had simply moved before him and his people could very well suffer for it now if he didn’t succeed. He looked over at his friend, make that if they didn’t succeed, he corrected himself.
“We almost had them, brother, almost. One last move, one last fight, and their corruption would be busted so wide they would never have power again.”
“The move is still in place, but until then, we have to succeed at what they have demanded or what we expose will ruin them, but you will no longer be leader and someone else will fight for the throne.”
“Plunging Basque into anarchy,” Oron said then, his weariness showing.
“We will do what we must. It may be an old law but it still stands enough for them to grapple at.” Talmoc said then.
“Find a human woman, create a link, and make her a queen,” Oron recited then.
“And she must bind what has forever been separate in body for the throne,” Talmoc continued.
“Us.”
“Yes, the both of us. One throne, two worlds, one queen, and her loyal kings.”
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Chapter 1
She was lying prone with her mind a babble of confusing, lonely thoughts. Alone, she was always alone; even now, enjoying an amazing getaway along the shores of Florida. She could say she was more a local then a tourist since she knew there was a North Beach to Miami Beach and she could afford shopping on Coconut Walk and Miracle Mile. But all the money in the world wasn’t helping her one bit now. She sighed in frustration, adjusting herself on her towel. Screw it all. Why not? She was powerful, beautiful, and making it in the man’s world. So why did she feel so lonely, why did she feel like everything in her life had de-sexualized her so that she could contend? She shook her head, trying to dislodge the thought. She had sex, and plenty more than other woman, and hadn’t done it to make it to the top, despite how it may have appeared. It her way of sticking it back to them, letting them lust after her even as she beat them at their own game, and then gave them the fantasy of life, only to walk away and into the position they hadn’t even thought they had lost. What a look a man could conjure when he realized he lost even when he thought he had won. Poor, insignificant, useless assholes. Every one of them who never touched her past sex, and never lasted long enough for her to miss. She would enjoy herself as she always did, alone and content with no pain.
She was turning, shrugging off too heavy thoughts for a vacation when she saw him. He came to her out of the ocean. She watched him in awe as he stalked out of the ocean looking like the hottest fuck she never had. Now I thought I had had fun in my day, she thought. Couldn’t help not to. She was COO of a Fortune 500 company and was aggressive to top it all off. Sometimes a good jump in the bed was good to loosen up the nerves, pay back for the pains of existence. But this specimen before her was not one of the faceless men who had bumped a few times at her pelvis leaving her hungry and aching to finish the job with her personal battery operated boyfriend. No, this was a man who would love a woman into the night and well into the next day if given half the chance.
His stride said that. Long and lean, his body moved like a practice swimmer reluctant to leave the water but knew the effect he had when he did. She watched as water droplets fell and melded with others over him. Cool green eyes fringed in thick, lickable eyelashes gave a brooding appearance to his dark looks and black hair, brushing his shoulders lightly. His jaw was strong, stubborn really, in one of those go-to-hell if-you-don’t-like-it ways that curled her toes and had her pussy smiling just watching him. She wanted to suck on his full lips, lick across his broad, hairless chest, and nibble at the lines of his abdomen meeting squarely at the devil’s horns that accented the cock she could see lying heavy and thick in his trunks. This was a man she needed…and he was staring at her.
The realization that she had been caught ogling stopped her in her tracks. She couldn’t really move away, laying out on a stretch of public beach amidst other happy goers, and she couldn’t cover up. The bright sun, blazing over her even now, had called for a skimpy bikini and an even skimpier towel. She was stiff, red faced and caught under his expressive gaze. A gaze that was raking over her even as she was trying to assume the cool she normally had in the boardroom. It had suddenly deserted her for the first time in her life, and she didn’t like it. Turning the anger around on him for having dared made her so unhinged she let her elegantly arched eyebrow spike over one hazel eye, leaning back over her towel, pushing her breasts into delicate peaks as she smirked her full, glossed lips. Take that, she thought, knowing her bronze skin was a set off behind the stark white triangles of her top and bottom. He smiled at that and she caught her breath, lost all over again. Jesus, she thought, he should be illegal.
He came closer to her as she watched, feeling her nipples pebble at the easy way he moved, the fluid motion of his body. He was like some prowling shark, circling under unsuspecting human toes. The idea of it washed over her as he came closer to her. She felt cool and on fire at once when he stepped up next to her, his form blocking out the sun. She looked up at him, fighting the urge to shield her face as if the sun was still there, anything to make his quiet watchfulness more bearable. He said nothing and all she could do was look at him, yearn to run her hands over his shoulders, wrap her legs around his lean waist, and pump on his cock until she came like she had never done before. The images took hold and wouldn’t let go. She could so easily see him gripping her, molding her withering body against his hardness, rolling her nipples between stiff fingers and eating at her mouth as if he had never tasted anything better. Right then she decided she would have him. No matter what, no matter how, she would have him. Take him in every way she could until her vacation was over and she had to get back to her normal life. The thought gave her confidence and she looked at him then steadily.
“Well?” he asked then, the deep timbre of his voice matching his eyes.
“Well what?” she asked, a little confused. She felt her face show the telling emotion and struggled to smooth her features. He is deadly, she thought again.
“Well, how shall you greet your kings?” He stood absolutely still, his gaze unblinking.
“My king…s?” She felt like a parrot but, frankly, she couldn’t fathom exactly what line he was using. She had heard her share of them and had turned down plenty. Her head tilted to one side as she thought about what he could possibly be thinking. He sighed then, the sound a completely male, completely exasperated.
“You are the one, we came. Where is your residence, we can complete everything there?” He lifted a questioning eyebrow. Her jaw dropped. Wanted him, she may have decided, but this she had not expected. He was a lunatic. She looked around, but she didn’t see another around him. He was talking about himself in plural. Mad, he was stark raving mad. There was no way in hell she’d have him anywhere near her small timeshare, even if he had the looks of the gods. Perhaps he was a ‘meth’ head and it was rotting his brain.
“I have no idea what you are talking about, and I’m not showing you-“
“The hard way it is then,” she heard before he bent over her, his strong fingers pressing into a spot on her neck and her world went dark.
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Chapter 2
“You must admit Oron, she is more than beautiful,” Talmoc said then, coming out of hiding from the ocean, naked, near a small, secluded cottage. His body had melted from his alter form of merman with seamless ease from the water. He flicked his hair over one shoulder, his mouth bowing in a small smile. He hadn’t even bothered to fashion some form of clothing.
“Yea, she is. But a little slow to catch on. I had to scan her to find this place.”
“She is human, Oron, she would not understand what, or who, we are. You couldn’t expect her to simply fall into our arms,” he said then, laughing heartily.
“You stick to the finesse Tal, you’ve always been better. It’s my cock that will convince her just fine,” Oron said then, his face fierce.
“A woman must be wooed, my friend. Especially one who must accept her place at our side.”
“We don’t have the time, we will fuck her, bind her, and bring her to the castle, the rest can be sorted out later,” Oron said, walking purposefully through the slightly damp sand with the woman in his arms. He couldn’t quite look away from her. She was glorious, that was plainly obvious from looking at her. She was voluptuous, soft and full in all the places he liked on a woman. Her hazel eyes were closed, but he could recall the color easily, framed with dark eyelashes and elegantly shaped eyebrows. She was a woman any man would want and he could feel himself getting hard just holding her against him, feeling the warmth of her flesh. He would taste every inch of her, make her scream against him until she could see nothing else, want nothing else but be at his side.
“She’s not just yours,” Talmoc said with a sneer. Oron, for the first time, felt jealously eat through him. Tal had always been smoother, more charm and beauty versus strength and raw passion. Though Oron had plenty in his bed, Talmoc had always matched him, easily, and seemingly without thought. This woman in his arms could easily be the next on his list; she would have to be for this to work.
“Yes, I know,” Oron growled in answer, using his mind to unlock the heavy oak door to the cottage, pushing it open with his powers of wind and stepping inside. Tal followed quickly behind but they both soon stopped, looking around the area.
“It feels,” Oron began, unable to finish as he felt utter peace fill his soul. His muscles lost their tightness, and his eyes closed. He could smell her in the wind; feel her in the room as if she was the very walls. He could even smell the warmth of her flesh. He held her tighter to him, inhaling the jasmine and a scent that was her in the black strands of her wavy hair. He recognized everything around him, his brain scanners picking up the living room and large kitchen. The large entertainment center sat quietly to one corner and seemed ill-used if the books piled up on the center table were anything to go by. But everywhere he looked he could find her, see her, and feel her. This place was…felt-
“Like her,” Tal said then, completing the thought Oron had begun. “It feels like she’s is everywhere in this place.” Tal shook his head, trying to dislodge the cloying scent, but the heavy erection jutting out from his naked form couldn’t be ignored. “By the Gods Oron,” he whispered then, his fist clenching as he watched his friend holding the woman. Her body seemed to him the most precious in life against her white bikini, her lips slack, just parted so he could see a flash of white teeth. He vibrated with the thought of her lips wrapping around him.
“Has it ever been like this for you,” Oron said thickly, and it was then that Talmoc could see his friends body tensed in a new way, his cock thrusting against the material of his swim trunks he had worn to get near the human female.
“Never,” he said, his voice guttural as he watched Oron’s hands clench under the woman’s breast instinctively in lust. Even seeing her, so fragile, held in Oron’s arm sent smolders licking through his blood stream. “It has never been like his for me.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, couldn’t think of nothing more than her suspended between them in every way.
“Now?” Oron asked then.
“Yes, by Poseidon, yes, now.”
Anya woke slowly, her body heavy and languid. She blinked several times, but she couldn’t clear her vision. She felt like she was floating, still half asleep. Slowly her eyes cleared, but she couldn’t really understand what she was seeing. She was in her room, that much she could tell, on her bed, her bathing suit gone. She went to sit up but she could only raise her shoulders off the mattress. She craned her head, seeing what seemed like water wrapping around her wrists, flowing over her skin warmly and then looping around the headboard. She tried to move, but couldn’t. She frowned; water couldn’t hold someone, could it? She pulled again, but her mind was fastly becoming bored with the issue, too unclear to determine what was really happening. It was then she saw him.
His dark head was bent over her, his hair rubbing over her flesh like light fingers, just above her nipple. His breath feathered over her and she watched, nearly detached, as it stiffened, trying to get closer to his lips. I must be dreaming, she thought then, relaxing into it. She must have come home after meeting him, dehydrated from the sun and was now dreaming over him. Biting her lip, she let her back arch into his breath, just as his tongue snaked out and rolled over her in one smooth lap. She clenched from head to toe. This is going to be good; she thought to her dream self. When she heard a deep chuckle off to her left as she felt the tongue again she shifted. Really damn good, she amended then. Where the other man had been dark and whipcord lean, this one was light and thick. She had no idea how she had dreamed up something so delectable, but let the games begin, she thought.
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Chapter 3
The second man watched her, his keen eyes missing nothing as the dark one sucked her nipple into his mouth, framing her breast with a large, rough hand. She moaned, feeling her pussy clench in yearning. His tongue flicked in his mouth as he sucked, his fingers needing her flesh around his hand. She felt swallowed by him. She wasn’t overly big, but she could hold her own. More than a handful, she had never felt like someone could dominate her, make her feel small against him. The contrast made her desire grow as she watched him, feeling the water massage her wrists as she twisted. Her body felt so heavy, Filled to nearly bursting with hot, rolling desire.
He groaned around the distended tip of her nipple, sending vibration through her body in rapid succession. She could his teeth lightly and the soft edge of pain whipped through her. She pulled at her hands, wanting to sink her hands into his hair, pull him closer to her body, but the water wouldn’t let her go. She groaned in frustration, pulling harder. She wanted to feel him against her, wanted to feel his body over hers.
“Impatient. I’ll show you what patience can bring, how wired your body truly is,” the light one said, his eyes never leaving hers. She couldn’t even see if his mouth had moved, but she saw the smooth motion of his fingers as they danced in the air in front of him and she felt warm wetness trickle down her arm, over her shoulder and to her unoccupied breast. She watched in amazement as the water lapped around her breast, plumping it and pushing at it. Slowly it spiraled around, growing closer to her tip. The swirling motion twisted her breast this way and that, like fingers, until the water rushed over her nipple, again and again.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned, pushing tighter into the dual sensation. Both man and water feasted on her in the room where only her panting broke the silence. Still the light one watched, unmoving, his eyes latched onto her face, his fingers steadily dancing. Slowing another tendril of water snaked down her body and she watched it as the light one stepped closer. It was then that she saw his body, and the water’s meandering path was forgotten. He was magnificent, his body sculptured and strong. Even stronger was the thick, red erection spouting from his blonde nest of curls, pointing at her pussy like a beacon. She felt her own juices leak from her at the sight.
“Yes,” he said then, “we will give you everything you want and more.” His voice rolled over her as the water spread through her curls like a hand and brushed over her clit. She groaned, tensing as the dark one lifted his head finally, replacing his mouth with his fingers.
“Play on her, Talmoc, make her scream for us,” the dark one said and she realized he was moving onto the bed, gathering her against his naked form. His cock, longer and slightly thinner, but no less amazing then Talmoc’s, felt like fire on her thigh as he pulled her boy against him. Her desire kicked up another notch to feel his warmth seep into her body like a hot bath to soothing muscles.
“Look at me, telima. Look at your king.” He rolled her nipple between his fingers as the water licked at her clit, pulling her body tight like a guitar string. She looked at him and hungered for his taste, hungered for the warmth of his flesh as the water pleasured her, helped her body moisten and ready for what she sorely wanted to come next. He leaned into her, as if reading her mind and his lips clamed hers. Their fullness ate at her, demanding her surrender as his tongue pushed through as dueled with hers. She sucked him in, pulling his tongue further in, sucking on him as she wished to suck on his cock. She had never felt so on fire, never felt so alive. Her body vibrated through the three points of contact the men played on her with. Her breast were heavy and aching, her clit pushed from its little hood as if it never would go back in, and still the water was not enough to send her crashing to the ground.
She ground her hips into it, needed more, but afraid to shatter the dream that was the best fuck of her life and she hadn’t even been penetrated. Still the dark one ate at her while Talmoc pleasured her, not touching her. She wanted more, needed to feel filled to bursting, ridding her climax into the sun.
“Please,” she moaned, breaking away from the kiss. With a look exchanged between them, Talmoc shifted, crawling over her body, never releasing the water. The sight of him over her like that sent her to the edge, dancing and trembling to his tune.
“She’s thirsty, Oron, let us give her something to drink.” The dark promise in his voice had her trembling in anticipation as he crawled higher over her form, letting the tip of his wet penis trail over her skin. The tip of his penis dipped over the curve of her stomach, lightly racing over her navel. She felt the slick wetness he left behind and fished out her tongue. He paused, seemingly mesmerized by the soft pink of her flesh as it disappeared into her mouth. He opened and clenched his hand suddenly above her and the water shifted, becoming more focused. It became a shield over her clit and began vibrating over her. She screamed as it brought her closer to a nearly painful edge. The vibrations pulsed against her and she bit her lip as he began to move again, a small smile on his lips. He knows what he does to me, she thought in a haze.
He paused for a moment at her breasts. He let the water rush over his head as he played with the nipple the water still lapped at and the vision he made as he tossed his head back in pleasure was one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen. He pumped his hips slowly against her and she twisted in her bonds, wanting to feel him. He saw her and leaned over her once more. Finally his fingers touched her, pushing her breast together to cradle his cock between them.
“Lift your head so you may drink,” he said then, and she complied, too turned on to deny him. He lifted higher on her, pushing his tip into her mouth and pumping slowly. The salty tip tasted so good. Her tongue danced over him as she tried to hold him in her mouth, feeling his balls hit the bottoms of her breasts as he moved.
“Yes,” he moaned, “suck me.” She pulled harder on him, feeling Oron’s hands over her thighs, pushing her legs open and up as he settled between. She hadn’t even felt him move away from her, so mesmerized by Talmoc’s stalking form. Two thick fingers sank into her, curling up as he pulled them out, hitting her nerves as no one else. He went slowly, never bothering the pulsing water and moving at odds with the vibrations so it was nearly too much, but no enough. She moaned around Talmoc’s cock. My god, she thought then, what a picture I make, a cock in my mouth, water sucking my nipples and lapping my clit, and one of the sexiest men she had ever seen watching his own fingers disappeared into me.
“Stop your magic, friend, I want to taste her.” She felt the water heat and evaporate from her skin just as Oron clamped onto her, his tongue swirling masterfully around her. She shattered, coming with a scream as Talmoc pumped harder into her mouth, muffling the sound. She sucked him fiercely, her pleasure driving her to nearly hurting him as he moved harder and Oron nipped at her. She sucked as stars danced before her eyes and she felt her body tightened to the point of near pain.
“Yes!” Talmoc bellowed fiercely as his cum shot hot down her throat. She swallowed every drop, hungry for more of him. She sucked at him, letting her tongue pick up every drop of him as his hips flexed uncontrollably. The feeling of dominating and being dominated was new and heady to her as Talmoc slipped from her mouth, still hard and pulsing from aftershocks.
“My turn, “she heard then from Oron.
“Neither of us is done, Oron, not by far.” She blinked, barely able to move as Talmoc moved off her and, with Oron’s help, turned her over and lifting her to her knees. She felt odd, suspended in the position by water and their power alone. Oron slid up under her, kissing his way up her body. He nipped at the swell of her stomach, let his tongue dip into her navel, and she wondered if she could taste Tal’s salty goodness. She trembled above him, needing him all over again, as if she had not even been satisfied. She felt Talmoc’s hands over her ass, plumping the globes and spreading them wide.
“So pretty,” he whispered and planted a small kiss on the small of her back. She felt him position her, right over Oron’s cock and help her settled over him slowly. The first touch of him was hot. Enough to evaporate even the oxygen from the room around them. His size stretched her, nearly painful as he pushed into her steadily, his path eased by the juices they had brought forth. He grunted below her, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her all the way down. She screamed above him, unable to move as he began to thrust, no art, no seduction, just pure passion. His lips claimed hers and she could taste herself and Talmoc on his tongue. She kissed him, devouring his lips as he fucked her, slamming into her as hard as he could. She jerked above him, not having to move as Talmoc’s skillful hands guided her body in motion, his mouth kissing her ass at times, his needs growing as he watched her take Oron.
“Now, telima.” She felt water again, thicker than before. It swirled over her bottom and between her checks, pushing lightly at her anus. Talmoc held her open, still pushing her hips over Oron. She felt the water breach her anus as Talmoc leaned forward and gripped her breast in his hands, tweaking the nipples. She shuddered, the pleasure rioting over her. Oron gripped her harder over him as he pushed harder, groaning as he kissed her, leaving little room for air.
“Give us all relief Talmoc; my balls can’t take much more.”
“You always like them squeezed Oron. Careful lest you hurt my water’s feelings.” Anya felt stunned at the exchange, but all thought disappeared she felt Talmoc’s water push harder at her nether region.
“Trust me, telima, I would never hurt you,” he whispered, pulling at her nipples, pushing her further onto Oron with his body and kissing her back. He pushed the water into her steadily, letting the bite of pain heightened her pleasure until she was full. She then felt the water swell and lessen inside her as Oron moved.
“Yes,” she cried, so gone between them she couldn’t move, couldn’t think but of the pleasure they gave her. Oron’s motions moved her forcefully. She then tensed as she felt the water begin to vibrate once more within her and she heard Oron grunt under her as the vibrations reached him inside her pussy.
“By the Gods, Tal,” he groaned then, pushing harder into her.
“Yes!” she screamed over Oron. The sound was Oron’s release and he pushed into her with a fierce thrust. Together they rode her higher, their bodies moving in sync so that she was never empty, never without something filled. She screamed between them, her climaxes running into each other as they moved her. The water kept her heir prisoner as they had their way with her and she would never have had it any other way. She felt them all around her and she couldn’t tell one from the other. They became one in her body, Tal’s water somehow an extension of him as she felt his cock between her checks. They were all one being attuned to give each other what pleasure it could, what pleasure they could take. She let them take her with them as they rode her, leaving her weak and exhausted until she faded away and her dream was gone.
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Chapter 4
She woke slowly to darkness. She wasn’t quite ready to leave her dream self, even if her dream lovers were long gone. Being still asleep somehow made them closer to her, made her feel less alone. She had slept in warmth, feeling as if they had curled around her, keeping her safe as she slept. She was a strong woman, not needy by any means. And she would never admit that the feeling of being some cherished woman without the mask of professionalism had been a beautiful, wondrous thing. Her dream had given her peace that she had never felt up until this point in her life. Not in all her thirty years. She sighed, eyes still closed. She wasn’t ready to face the world just yet.
“Careful, telima, I am sensitive there.” Her eyes snapped open at the voice and her gaze ran smack dab into the light one from my dream.
“This cannot be real,” she whispered, afraid she was going crazy.
“Yea, but it is, little one,” she heard behind her and rolled to see the dark one right at her back. The scream that had been lost somewhere between eleven and twelve years old hit full force back into her adult life as she sprang from the bed.
“Oh my God,” she cried then. “You’re the one from the beach. I must be dreaming. This can’t be real. This can’t be.” She paced on one side of her room, unfortunately the side the door was not on. There was no way she could make it passed them. She paced back and forth in short, terrified strides as the two men sat up on her bed, making the thing look ridiculously small, and watched her with varying looks of shock, amazement, and then confusion.
“Telima, we have been with you all night,” the dark one said then, his nostrils flaring slightly in his face. The light one put a placating hand on his shoulder. The cover dropped with his motion and she realized they were still naked. With that thought came that she was too quick on its heels. She jerked to her closet and found a robe.
“This cannot be happening, what the hell are you doing in my room? Get out!”
“Now, telima,” the light one began.
“Tal, don’t start that tone with me.
“So you do remember, see?” he said then, smiling.
“I must be having a break down. I’m talking to two naked men in my room, who screwed me with water and body parts.”
“Not just two men, telima, the only men in your life from here on out.” She looked over to the dark one. His body was tensed, his anger evident.
“Sorry to kill your ego, Oron,” he seemed to calm a little as she said his name, “but you are not the only men I’ve had, and you won’t be the last. Get out!”
“Enough!” he roared, standing from the bed before Tal could stop him. He looked massive, his dark looks giving him the air or danger in the darkened room.
“Oron, don’t,” Tal tried.
“I said enough! I am King Oron e’ Gelhain, and you are the Queen of Basque, whether you like it or not. You will mate with us both, uniting the twin souls who have been separate in body, and we shall be your kings.” His hand slashed through the air in front of him like it was final. He stepped toward her but Tal finally gained his footing and stepped in front of him.
“This is not the way, my friend. She is frightened.”
“She holds the future of our people in her hands, she gave into us already. What is there to fear?”
“You guys are freaking lunatics!” Anya cried, dashing for the door. “I won’t call the cops, I just want to get out of here,” she called back as she ran. She never saw him move, never heard him shift, but suddenly Oron was in front of her, barring the door with his body.
“You will come back with us, you will be queen, and there is not argument that can be made.” His body fairly vibrated with energy. He stepped toward her, his steps even and measured. He didn’t smile, he didn’t blink, just prowled like the shark she had imagined him to be. She stepped with him, going back further and further into the room. She lifted her hands in a gesture of defense. The sight angered her and she stopped, angry all over again that he could scare her.
“Listen big guy, I’m not in the mood to play with you. You’re sick. You obviously are living in your own fantasy world. I’m not going anywhere with you. Just let me out, and you won’t ever see me again.” She trembled as he stepped closer to her, never acknowledging what she said. She heard a whoosh pass her and Oron’s visage became blurred. She stumbled back as she realized a wall of water was between them. He stood on the other side, roaring silently as he watched her. She stumbled further, right into Talmoc.
“Be calm. We are not meaning to frighten you,” he said the, his voice soft, like he was talking to a skittish animal.
“Tell him that,” she said then, jerking a finger in Oron’s direction.
“Oron,” Tal said then, never looking away from her.
“We don’t have time for this,” Oron growled, prowling now behind the wall.
“We must make time. She is worth it. She must be.” Oron stopped, stepping back from the wall.
“It was always you,” Oron said then, stalking out of the room. She felt heat blaze through the area as the wall disappeared. Something in her shifted with Oron’s words. How sad and lonely to feel that way. But before she could think on it any further her fear of the situation hit back full force.
“You must understand,” Tal began, watching her tensed shape.
“I don’t want to. I want you both gone.” She ran her fingers through her hair, stepping away from Tal. “Look, I know you both believe what is going on right now, and I appreciate the help with him, but I’m not what you need.”
Tal watched her, saying nothing. Slowly he stepped around her, effectively blocking the door once more. She watched his hands dance around him as it had in her dream; the one she then was realizing was very real. Water rushed around him, pelting his naked form, but he never looked away from her as a giant block of water swirled and swooned around his form and he floated within. She watched in awe as his eyes began to glow and his hands became a blur as they move faster so that the block grew until it stopped right in front of her. She watch, rooted to her spot, as his body just…melted. His lower half blurred and contorted as the top of him shifted slightly, righting itself soon. She stood gapped mouth as his hair fanned around him, his eyes dilating until the entire eye was blue and his hands were slightly webbed. She looked down further and his legs were gone, replaced by a long fishlike appendage tipped with a large fin that spanned his width. The bottom, near his fin, had a great nick in it, like a scar healing over a large wound. He twitched softly, treading water in front of her but made no other movement. The blue-green of his scales reflected the water and shone so that he seemed to merge with the water. Small bubbles of air tipped from his nose.
“You have got to be shitting me,” she whispered then, sinking to her knees.
“We are not trying to scare you,” she heard then. The words were wet sounding, seeming to come to her like a tide crashing on the shore. “We are everything you could wish. Just give us the chance to explain.”
She watched him melt once more, his body coming quickly back into view as he stepped from the water and heat rose once more as he dried and the block of water faded behind him. He lifted her from the floor slowly and sat her on the bed.
“It begins with the Senateorian. They are a corrupt part of our politics, much like some of the politicians in your world,” he added with a smirk. “They force our people to follow them, and are trying for absolute control of the lands.” Tal shrugged. “The royal throne is the last thing on their list to destroy.”
“And what has this to do with me?” Anya asked, her hands trembling in Talmoc’s.
“If you’ll give me a moment. The Senateorian found an obscure law that states that the people can choose a mate for the king if he not mated within five seasons, uh…years, in office. The king must claim this mate and bring him to his people as their queen.”
“But there are two of you,” she said then, trying to assimilate what he was telling her.
“Yes, well, that was the next step. You see, the king is the head governing body of his people, but he is also the keeper of souls in times of healing. It just so happens that there was a coup recently against some corrupt officials in the Senateorian and I was wounded.”
“So he holds your soul?” she asked, barely able to fathom it.
“Yes, in a way. We have been friends since our birth it is said and he went a little further then he should have to bring me back.”
“The wound on your fin?”
“Yes, though it doesn’t transfer to my human state, it did take enough blood that I couldn’t shift and so couldn’t stop the wound. It is rather hard for one of our kind to scar. Oron healed me. In doing so our souls meshed, perhaps because of our friendship and my soul trusted him to save it. In that way we are one. The king cannot relinquish it because of this.”
“Oron is king, linked to your soul and is now having to find a mate?”
“Yes, but we must be with you, our souls are too entwined for me not to want you as a mate as well and it could cause a war. Mates are for life and there is only one.”
“The Senateorian counted on this, on you failing and breaking law?” she asked then, somehow following the story and seeing the sense in it.
“Yes,” Tal said, sighing. “They counted on us failing entirely, or at the very least not being able to do so together.”
“They don’t know you very well,” Anya said this, smiling softly.
“No,” Tal answered, running his fingers over her hand and circling her wrists. “Oron may be rough, but he wants the best for his people.”
“Exactly!” She said, standing then. “He doesn’t care about how I may feel, what I even understand. I cannot even really believe what I’ve seen.” She pinched her nose in agitation. “I can’t just leap away from you, and I’m human, if you haven’t noticed.”
“That can be changed, give us time.”
“Whoa now, I’m not changing anything. Even into something that is quite attractive,” she added sheepishly. Tal nodded his head in acknowledgement.
“Give it some time before you turn away from us,” he said then, standing and coming toward her. He used her wrist to hold her close.
“You really need something to wear,” she stated, noting his erection starting to rise. Under her gaze it stiffened further.
“They are not necessary. Besides, I need to be able to perform, whenever, however, you need me.” He stepped closer and his smile was more promise than humor.
“You are more a threat then he is,” she said then, stepping sideways to get away. He paced with her easily, he never relinquished control of her wrist and the small dance they did around each other was like a hunter finding its prey. He didn’t hurt her but she could feel the strength he held there. She would never be able to break free. But watching him, seeing his cock standing up for her, feeling her body answer his call, she wasn’t sure she even wanted to try.
“Let me show you how important you are,” he whispered then, his breath skidded over her throat where the robe gapped.
“Then try water boy, try and melt me.”
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Chapter 5
She watched Tal’s face turn to stone at her words. She trembled under his gaze. He pulled her closer to him by her wrist, not touching anywhere else. She stepped closer, blindly. She couldn’t fight the attraction to him, to either of them for that matter. But Tal was safer. He could smile, he could tease. Something in him called to her on a level she never knew existed within her and she wanted to know more of the man who wanted to make her his queen. The pull was equally there with Oron, she had to admit. But he she feared. He was too strong, too sure, too…everything. She could lose herself in him and never find her way back. She let her body sink into Tal’s form, the parted edges of her robe allowing her flesh to rub against his. He was safe, he she could use to wash away the growing feelings she had for Oron. She just had to be careful Tal didn’t take her heart in the meantime.
His cock stood stiff and eager against her stomach, but he made no move to be inside her immediately. He simply held her. She could feel his heart beating under her ear and could feel the heat of his skin. She let her lips rail over his chest, slipping her tongue out to taste him. The salt on his skin made her thirsty for more of his taste. He tasted of seas she had never seen, of a world that existed parallel to hers and she was the honored one to have him choose her. The thought made her catch her breath as she kissed her way over his chest to his neck. She sucked lightly at the pulse she found there, trying to fight the realizations she was having. Love was a figment of imagination she kept trying to tell her self. She couldn’t feel so much so soon. But as his arms closed around her and pulled her tighter into his body, she knew she was wrong. She knew him, somehow, someway, inside. She knew him.
Her lips sipped their way up his throat to the underside of his chin. She had to tip her head back to kiss him there, but he lowered his head until she could kiss her way to his lips. She hadn’t tasted him this way the night before and his flavor rushed over her. His lips were smooth, less desperate and demanding then Oron, but just a devastating. Her body pulled tight as his hands framed her spine, rubbing her flush as he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss. His tongue met her with confidence, but with a touch of wonder. He tasted of sunlight on the horizon, a new day dawning with soft light. One hand lifted until it could clench in her hair, pulling her mouth tighter as his tongue dueled with hers. She held her tight to him as his other hand shifted to frame one breast, fingers lightly grazing her nipple. She moaned into his lips as she felt her pussy pulse with remembering the powers he held to please her.
“Let me give you what I have wished for all of my life. Let me love you as a mate. Let me feel that I have finally come home,” he said breaking the kiss. His voice was deep with emotion, and she could nearly hear tears in it. A demand she would have been able to fight, even a stubborn pull of a man getting what he wanted. But his need she could not deny. She pulled him closer, her answer on her tongue, in the way her hands gripped his strong shoulders trustingly. He groaned into her lips as he pulled her tighter, lifting her against his chest so that she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist to hold on. She could feel his cock like a brand against the mouth of her mound and groaned with the feel. He pushed the robe from her shoulders and tossed it away blindly.
“Trust me,” he whispered. He kissed her harder, making her desire arch as she felt the warm rushing of water over her body as he stood holding her, molding her flesh with smooth hands. He pulled at her nipples and rolled them as the water trickled over her like a thousand fingers. It massaged her buttocks and rose to the small of her back as he rocked them, using the water to balance him. The head of his cock rubbed against her clit in agonizing slowness as the water rose higher, fighting his fingers for purchase on her nipples. She hissed with the remembered feel as she grinded her pussy against his cock harder as his mouth left hers to whisper in her ear. She couldn’t understand the words but suddenly she could barely breathe, her sight turning dim. She felt like she was chocking, but Tal was there, kissing her, rubbing his hands over her flesh in the water. She felt like something in her was shifting, aligning itself to him so that she was no longer herself. No longer alone, but not whole yet either. Slowly he lowered his form into the warm depths as the water level rose around them. She felt herself panic as the water closed around her face, but he never left her. He held her, rocking into her harder until she gasped and realized that the water did not choke her. She stopped in wonder when he pulled back from her and his eyes were glowing.
“I will always keep you safe,” he said then, his voice reaching her easily in the water. She floated against him as he lay over her. He swayed with her and she felt them floating as he pulled her legs apart and pushed harder against her. She dug her nails into his forearms, holding on as he pushed against her, his cock the single point of her attention as the pleasure washed over her and his lips claimed one breast. She arched against him, wrapped up in the world he had created around them where she was weightless and he was the rock in the tide. She held on as he shifted and the head of his cock kissed her entrance. He pushed slowly, rocking his hips so that he entered in inch by slow inch, the water rocking her in counter motions so that she had nothing to do but to feel. She closed her eyes as he thrust, pulling her hips toward him as he bit deeper. He sucked on her breast harder and she felt her pussy clench around him in response, making him feel impossibly tight within her. She felt for a moment that she would take no more of him, that he would never fit. But he shifted one knee higher and out until he could push harder until he was in to the hilt. His heavy balls rested against her.
“You will never be alone again,” she heard him whisper.
“No,” she answered, too far gone to question what was between them and why she should deny him anything. “I will never be alone.” Her quiet words did more than her body ever could and he thrust harder, his body smacking in to hers. Rolls of water battered them, forcing their bodies together then apart as he rode her. He groaned against her, his mouth buried into her throat as she clung to him. He moved inside her and she felt his thickness rub nerves that had never been touched as Oron had hit spots she had never known. They were everything she would ever want. Tal was showing her that. Showing her there could be softness in hardness, love in anger, and acceptance in supplication. She could feel his need of her, the need of what she meant to him. Her. The woman. That need she felt her body answer as she wrapped her legs around him and moved against him.
“Harder,” she cried. “I want to feel you.” He looked at her, searching for something in her eyes. What he found there, she could not answer, but he held her head still with one hand and wrapped the other under her to grip her shoulder. He used the leverage to pound into her until his balls hit her with resounding slaps that reverberated in the water as he rode her harder. She screamed as her climax shattered around her, but he didn’t let her go. He pulled her tighter still and pushed harder into her. She felt he would crawl inside of her if he could.
“Telima, my queen, my heart,” he cried then. His hips jerking in harsh strokes as she came around him again, hearing in words the answering emotion she had not voiced even to herself. She held on to him as he shuddered against her.
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Anya didn’t know what was happening around her anymore. For someone who was so very self-assured and confident her mind was tired up in knots. After making love to her Tal had left, albeit slowly, from her side in search of Oron.
“This will hurt him,” he had said sorrowfully. She hadn’t needed to ask what he meant. She knew she could never go back to behaving as if Tal had not touched her in a soul deep way. They both knew it already. She had simply nodded her head and watched him leave as she curled on the bed. Darkness still surrounded the small cottage, giving her the feeling that she was trapped in her own world, somewhere where the hustle and bustle of city life of her vacation spot was a fading memory and her life in California no longer existed. She was a lone woman who was mated to a man of the water as another still called to her. She didn’t know if it was because of Tal’s soul within Oron’s body was the reason she was also drawn to him, or she was drawn to Tal because his soul had meshed with Oron’s. She didn’t even know if she understood what was even happening around her. All she did know for sure was that Tal would be forever apart of her. She also knew that something had been missing.
As Tal had whispered the words of his kind to her she had felt something in her shift toward him in a most profound way. But she also had felt that something had been missing in the formula that was as important as their feeling for each other. What was more, she was sure Tal had felt it as well .For a single moment in time she had ceased to be Anya and he had ceased to be Tal. In that moment they had both felt the missing piece that was Oron. But she couldn’t see herself bound to such a man. Some trait in him had her running the other way in fear. Fear of what she didn’t know.
She rolled over on a huffed, forcing her body out of the bed. She had spent one night and an entire day in one space without a care. But now the mingled scents of their lovemaking were getting to her. She could smell Oron on the winds, feel his need and desire on her skin like a fine mist, just as she could feel Tal’s. And though she could feel her body moistening for them, she refused to acknowledge that it was them she was getting wet for, not just Tal. She walked purposefully to her closet, dragging out clothes and stalking to the shower. She nearly jumped out from under the faucet as she cleaned and thought how impersonal and cold that water was now that she had felt Tal’s control of it. Somehow it was harder and painful to her skin and she was quick to finish the chore of scrubbing their scents away from her before she dressed in jeans and a tank top. It could possibly be too hot for pants, but she wasn’t tempting fate by going around half dressed.
When she stepped out of her room she met utter silence. The room was void of light and she nearly killed herself getting to a switch. The light blazed on and she looked around the cozy time share she had procured with a new unimpressed eye. It didn’t hold the same warmth in solitary as it had before. The soft couched looked perfect for curling up with Tal on, and that pissed her off. She couldn’t feel them near her, and that agitated her. She couldn’t smell them and that made her edgy. By time she stuffed a frozen dinner in the microwave and switched on the TV she was royally ticked. She felt alone and forgotten as she moved around the rooms, turning on lights to feel less alone. In a short time she somehow convinced herself that it was all their fault and she wanted to kill them both. How dare they worry her? How dare they just leave after all the mumbo jumbo about her being oh so important?
She fumed and stomped around, food forgotten, TV ignored. With each second ticked off by the clock she felt more and more angry. With that came more anger at herself that in such a short span of time they had become so necessary that she couldn’t eve enjoy her own company without knowing where they were. She worried if they were hurt, and then cursed them for being hurt. She wondered if they were just gone, and then let out a roar as she felt betrayed that they would even think of not taking her with them. Still the minutes ticked by slowly without them and she felt more and more alone. Even the random comedy on the big screen couldn’t lift her spirits.
What have they done to me, she wondered? Why were they so necessary? How had they crawled into her space in life so soon when no one in years had ever come close? Anya felt the blood drain from her face. She couldn’t be this in love. She couldn’t love them period. She couldn’t feel anything for them. She simply had had good sexual partners, okay correction, amazing partners, and her body was craving that. She could feel her body getting moist just thinking of them. No matter what she thought she would always return to them.
The feel of Tal’s mouth on her skin, the strength of Oron’s hands as he molded her. She could feel Tal inside her, stroking forcefully in her until she was screaming with it. She could feel her need hitting higher and higher as her breasts grew heavy and her pussy grew damp. She could feel her mouth go dry and her lids grow heavy. Her face felt hot with the blood rushing through her and her clit pulsing inside her jeans. Every twitch in her body had the seam teasing her until she wanted to rip the denim from her. Everything was too sensitive, too needy. She began to pace, her mind working overtime. She craved, she needed. So much so that even her strides had her teetering on the edge of climax. But it wasn’t enough; nothing she could do was enough. She unbuttoned her pants, lowering herself to the floor at the same time. Her own hands were forceful with need as she thrust her hand beneath the bad of her panties and rubbed her clit hard in circular motions. She swirled around her clit, using her own moisture to smooth the passage. Her body was weeping, but she couldn’t make it to the top. She rubbed harder, clawing at her shirt until she had a breast in hand and rolled the nipple between her fingers until her head was thrashing and her body was writhing on the floor.
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