Not Another Fish Tale
The man on the beach lay still and unmoving. Jane decided he must be dead which was a shame. He was the most gorgeous looking male she had ever seen. As she walked just a bit closer she could see a few odd things about him. For one thing, his skin was green. Not a really noticeable green, in fact, it was very pale green, not so far from her own skin colour. But green instead of pinkish. Definitely not the green they used in alien movies. Still, she had always thought a real dead body would be pasty white or that bloodless blue-white skin gets when it's never been exposed to the light of day. But, he wasn't. His hair was greenish too. Different from the skin because the green of his hair was probably as dark as green could be before it would be black.
The green-ness aside. The really odd things were his hands and feet. She didn't get to be a successful gothic writer without picking up a few odd facts here and there. It was possible for a person to be born with some webbing between their fingers and toes. But, that was removed at birth, or very soon after. Who would go through life with a full set of webbed hands and feet. Kids must have teased him ruthlessly about being a duck. Poor guy.
Anyway, here he is lying on her beach. Pretty dead looking. Must not have been there long. There were no flies on him, no little scuttling crabs looking for a snack and no seagulls flying over head having spotted a fresh carcass. The police would have to be called. Likely, when they saw him, others would be called. There would be an investigation and science experiments to be had. So much for the peaceful, simple life she envisioned when she bought the island.
Jane looked up at his face again. Admiring a naked dead man on the beach was probably breaking some rule of proper etiquette. It was hard to look away. The man drew her eyes like a fish to a lure. He was fabulous. Toned and firm flesh from his toes to his lips. Such nice lips too, he wouldn't be a sloppy kisser. His lips would be hard, pressing against her own soft lips and if there was any spit involved it would be inside his mouth to be found, not pouring out on contact.
All at once the dead man sighed, opened his eyes and grabbed Jane. She landed mostly on top of him, completely out of her mind, unable to even work up the breath for a scream. "Let's get the traditional stuff over with right away. I'm what you might call a mer-man or a Selkie. According to your land-lover mythology I rise up from the ocean to seduce land women." He shifted Jane around in his arms so that she was pressed against him, looking into his face.
"You're pretty quiet for a land woman. I've heard you are a real chatty bunch. Can hardly get some of them to clam up." Jane remained silent, words seemed the farthest thing from her mind. The screeching of the seagulls and churning of the tide seemed to say everything for her. He just didn't seem to be listening.
"Well, OK. I don't need a lot of chatter." The dead man began removing Jane's clothes. Stunned as she was, it was almost comforting. He treated her like a Father undressing a child for bed. Her clothes (navy blue office wear and low heeled black pumps) were removed, folded nicely and placed to one side, all in a matter of fact way. The red satin bra and panties were admired for a moment then placed in the middle of the pile of clothes. As her wits began to gather together in some area of her brain she wondered what she was supposed to do now. Does a nice girl just let a strange dead... green man make love to her on the beach? It might be kind of nice, it had been awhile since any man, let alone one very sexy, living, breathing man, made love to her. Could she just let it happen? Forget about all the social niceties, the social diseases and the fact that he wasn't quite human?
His eyes, now that they were open, were a deep moss green, very beautiful. Starring into them like a deer caught in the headlights Jane decided the social stuff could wait for later.
"My name is Jane."
"You can call me Ian. It's not my real name but Ian is close enough in the way the land people talk." He was finished stripping her. Now he was sitting up, holding her straddled over his lap. "You have good breasts. Land women tend to have larger breasts than ocean women. I like them somewhere in the middle. Like yours." Reverently, he caressed her breasts. His fingertips traced patterns over her breasts, working in to the nipples but not touching them. He dipped one finger down, designing a trail down her belly, making her squirm at the sensitive, ticklish parts. Idly, his fingers combed through the hair of her pussy, then finding the growing dampness he slipped inside. Jane moaned, unable to hold back the pleasure of being touched so intimately. His fingers played with her, nipping at her clit like little fish kissing the surface of a lake.
Jane, curious, felt his cock. It was becoming a deep green as it hardened, lengthened and thickened. The skin was warm and soft, she half expected it to be scaley like a fish. He moaned, obviously enjoying her exploring fingers. Exploring wasn't enough. She licked her lips quickly, rose up on her knees and settled back down over his cock. He guided his thick cock into her. Holding her hips, he pulled her down, impaling her. Jane's pussy clenched around the welcome intruder, pulling it even deeper. It felt so great to be so full. His fingers were right back at her clit. This time he stroked it, long strokes, firm strokes. Jane was soon a mindless puddle of heat and lust. He flipped them over, pinning her to the wet sandy beach. Grunting while pumping his cock in and out of her very wet and demanding pussy. The pounding of the waves was hard to hear over the pounding of her own heart and the panting of their breathing.
Feeling at the edge of her orgasm, loving his touches over her body, his hardness so deep and pulsing inside of her Jane closed her eyes, greedy to just feel the building of her own orgasm. "No", he said, "open your eyes, look at me, know that I'm no dry land male, taking your body, giving you pleasure." Obediently Jane opened her eyes, looked into his and began to lose herself. All at once her orgasm was there, pulsing and throbbing. Her whole body clenched around his, pulling her into a red hot pool of lava shuddering with the power of her orgasm. Totally spent, totally relaxed, feeling limp, like seaweed washed up on the beach, Jane melted into the sand. The tide had come in, swirling over their lower bodies and giving them a mattress of soft, wet sand.
While she came back down from whatever planet she had landed on during her orgasm he stayed quiet, watching her face. Stroking her breasts and wiping sweat from her face. In some part of her mind she realized that he hadn't come yet. His cock was even harder, and still buried inside her. She could feel it moving, twitching and pulsing. It felt like a coiled spring about to go off.
"I was very pleased when you bought this island Jane. I live in a cave under the island. You could say I'm your closest neighbour." As he spoke he leaned down and kissed her. His kiss was everything she expected. His tongue licked her lips, pressing inside to taste her. He began playing with her nipples. Smoothing his palms over her pebble hard nipples, he moved his head down to suck on them. He took her breast in his mouth and twirled her nipple with his tongue. Jane began to breathe faster again. Surprised she could become ready for more so soon after her orgasm.
Ian's mouth continued sucking her breast, his fingers massaging the other breast. His engorged cock, pressing inside of her, began to feel good again. She jumped in surprise and pleasure as his fingers found her clit. Somehow his hands seemed to be everywhere this time. Light, caresses of her face, long, strokes down her belly, deeper strokes on her clit and tender, sensual rubbing over her breasts and the building pressure she began to feel over her whole body. Finally it built up to where her whole being was focused on his cock deep inside her, filling her, making her want to drag all of him inside her.
"Jane. I've watched you walk around your beach. I've kept track of you and I know that when I give you my life's seed we will likely have a child. That is what I want, what I came for. You will belong to me, for life. I will teach you to live under the ocean and I will also live with you above the water." He held himself completely still, as if frozen. The waves crashing over them felt like part of her own throbbing need for release.
"What?" Jane asked, dazed in a sexual stupor.
"I'm taking you as my woman Jane. I want you, it's that simple. You will belong to me forever." His eyes locked with hers, capturing her, penetrating her mind as surely as he penetrated her body. In some part of her mind that still functioned Jane felt herself change. Her will was softly taken away. In place of the strong independent woman she could feel herself become Daddy's little girl, cared for, coddled, cuddled, seduced and owned. It was a safe feeling, a sensual feeling. He would keep her safe, sheltered and sexually satisfied. She could be a pampered darling, a kept woman. Could a modern career woman stand all that?
"What does that mean, exactly?" Jane asked.
"I would own you, keep you and care for you." Ian answered, looking into her eyes, softly smiling and twirling her nipple between his fingers.
"What do I get out of it?" Jane said. "Am I supposed to just drop everything and become a sex slave?"
"Hardly, what would I want with someone like that? I might just as easily date a jelly fish. I want more, that's why I picked you. Now, enough of this, I want to get back to what we were doing."
"Just a minute. I like what we were doing too, but I don't want to become some simpering nobody without any control over my own life." Pushing her elbows under her Jane levered up to look him in the eye.
"Don't be silly Jane. This isn't some wimpy fairy tale. I'm not whisking you off to an under water kingdom. We live here, continue on with our careers and our lives. We just do it together. It's what you land folk call marriage."
"Oh, OK, I can deal with that." Jane grinned, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and pulled them both back down to the sand. "Now lets get on with the sex. Its been ages since I had a decent lover, let alone one worth keeping around."
Ian was very eager to get on with it by now. In minutes Jane was mindless with passion once again and this time when she dove into her orgasm so did he. Later, after a night talking around a campfire, they went swimming and he showed her just how long he could hold his breath.