thoughts with a sharp swipe of her tail,
which propelled her back to open ocean and safety. She’d risked too much to come
see him. There were too many other humans who’d want to take her, out of fear or
greed, and coming in this close to shore just tempted them to hunt for her.
Much like the beautiful man tempted her for other reasons.
As passion stirred within her again, she thought about the man
and all that could not be.
She was nearly the last of her kind and maybe that was the way
it was meant to be. The burden of not belonging in either world was an
obligation she didn’t wish to pass on.
Chapter 2
Thanks to a combination of a moonless night and a bit
too much of the old man’s homemade hooch, Victor stumbled up the steps. Not even
the delicious meal that his landlord, Saila, had made for him had been enough to
combat the effects of the alcohol.
Cursing as he banged his shin on the steps to his rented shack,
he managed to stagger to the bed and plop facedown and fully clothed on the
sheets. The dizzying circles in his head finally calmed after a few minutes and,
because it was too hot and humid despite the faint sea breeze coming through the
open windows, he reluctantly sat back up and dragged off his clothes.
Lying back down, he propped up the pillows to sleep upright
enough to catch the breeze. It washed over him peacefully, like the soft caress
of the ocean, and in his mind he pictured being beneath the waves once more.
Floating free in the clear, cool liquid. It was so different from the heat and
flames that had been his realm during his years as a firefighter. Heat and
flames that had nearly stolen his life in more ways than one.
Dashing away those thoughts, he allowed the memories of the
ocean to bring him peace by recollecting that day’s encounter with the shark and
the tales Saila had told him during their dinner.
The old man had been a wonderful storyteller, crafting
believable and compelling stories of the shark people who lived in the Kuna Yala
waters. People who lived and loved the ocean but were enticed by the allure of
the land and the humans who were so different from them, so tempting.
He chuckled loudly, perplexed by that. If anything, he was the
one who was tempted by the call of the sea, by the gift it gave him in its
welcoming embrace.
Behind his closed eyelids, the image of the large shark filled
his vision, intriguing him. Her formidable body circled, coming closer and
closer. She drove him to shore with the bump of her snout until his feet brushed
the silken sand and he rose in the water.
In his mind, he took a step back, watching as the fin dipped
beneath the surface until all he could see in the daylight was a dark shadow. A
shadow that slowly morphed, shrinking and changing as the fins became arms and
legs and she rose up from beneath the sea.
The water sluiced down a body impossible to resist. Full,
copper-tipped breasts. A narrow waist and generous hips that flowed into long,
muscular legs.
He dragged his gaze back up to her face, and those dark
charcoal eyes held him as she approached, the sunlight turning the drops of
seawater on her body into glimmering liquid diamonds.
His cock jerked to life, hardening and tightening with need as
she moved toward him, a sexy sway in her walk. A knowing, determined smile on
her face, filled with promise.
Victor groaned aloud as the woman in his dream reached down and
encircled him, her hand slick along his cock from the seawater. Sure and daring
as she stroked him, she leaned forward to brush the tips of her breasts along
his chest.
He fought wakefulness, wanting to savor the dream. Blaming
Saila’s stories and his moonshine for the need twisting his gut and the
temptress filling his dreams.
Reaching down, he grabbed hold of his dick and stroked roughly,
mimicking the actions of the beautiful woman in his fantasy, reaching for
completion until he came with one powerful pull, shooting his seed all along his
hand and abdomen,
which propelled her back to open ocean and safety. She’d risked too much to come
see him. There were too many other humans who’d want to take her, out of fear or
greed, and coming in this close to shore just tempted them to hunt for her.
Much like the beautiful man tempted her for other reasons.
As passion stirred within her again, she thought about the man
and all that could not be.
She was nearly the last of her kind and maybe that was the way
it was meant to be. The burden of not belonging in either world was an
obligation she didn’t wish to pass on.
Chapter 2
Thanks to a combination of a moonless night and a bit
too much of the old man’s homemade hooch, Victor stumbled up the steps. Not even
the delicious meal that his landlord, Saila, had made for him had been enough to
combat the effects of the alcohol.
Cursing as he banged his shin on the steps to his rented shack,
he managed to stagger to the bed and plop facedown and fully clothed on the
sheets. The dizzying circles in his head finally calmed after a few minutes and,
because it was too hot and humid despite the faint sea breeze coming through the
open windows, he reluctantly sat back up and dragged off his clothes.
Lying back down, he propped up the pillows to sleep upright
enough to catch the breeze. It washed over him peacefully, like the soft caress
of the ocean, and in his mind he pictured being beneath the waves once more.
Floating free in the clear, cool liquid. It was so different from the heat and
flames that had been his realm during his years as a firefighter. Heat and
flames that had nearly stolen his life in more ways than one.
Dashing away those thoughts, he allowed the memories of the
ocean to bring him peace by recollecting that day’s encounter with the shark and
the tales Saila had told him during their dinner.
The old man had been a wonderful storyteller, crafting
believable and compelling stories of the shark people who lived in the Kuna Yala
waters. People who lived and loved the ocean but were enticed by the allure of
the land and the humans who were so different from them, so tempting.
He chuckled loudly, perplexed by that. If anything, he was the
one who was tempted by the call of the sea, by the gift it gave him in its
welcoming embrace.
Behind his closed eyelids, the image of the large shark filled
his vision, intriguing him. Her formidable body circled, coming closer and
closer. She drove him to shore with the bump of her snout until his feet brushed
the silken sand and he rose in the water.
In his mind, he took a step back, watching as the fin dipped
beneath the surface until all he could see in the daylight was a dark shadow. A
shadow that slowly morphed, shrinking and changing as the fins became arms and
legs and she rose up from beneath the sea.
The water sluiced down a body impossible to resist. Full,
copper-tipped breasts. A narrow waist and generous hips that flowed into long,
muscular legs.
He dragged his gaze back up to her face, and those dark
charcoal eyes held him as she approached, the sunlight turning the drops of
seawater on her body into glimmering liquid diamonds.
His cock jerked to life, hardening and tightening with need as
she moved toward him, a sexy sway in her walk. A knowing, determined smile on
her face, filled with promise.
Victor groaned aloud as the woman in his dream reached down and
encircled him, her hand slick along his cock from the seawater. Sure and daring
as she stroked him, she leaned forward to brush the tips of her breasts along
his chest.
He fought wakefulness, wanting to savor the dream. Blaming
Saila’s stories and his moonshine for the need twisting his gut and the
temptress filling his dreams.
Reaching down, he grabbed hold of his dick and stroked roughly,
mimicking the actions of the beautiful woman in his fantasy, reaching for
completion until he came with one powerful pull, shooting his seed all along his
hand and abdomen,
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