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“Will you magically be able to live on land without having any pain?” I clarify further.
His smile falters and fades away. “No,” he admits. “Aquana magic does not work like that. I can come on land when the sun shines all except for the full moon, and I can bring you into the sea with me for a day with a kiss, or for all our lives by mating, but it cannot counter the pull of the sea on my magic or me.” He leans forward and brushes a hand along my ankle. “It is why I want the supplement. Because I don’t want to be separated from you for longer than one day and one night in a month. I want them all with you.”
“You will suffer. Every month you use it, you will be in pain when you’re forced back to the sea again, and most of the aquatic species only use it sparingly. You would have to use it daily for what you’re saying, and I really think that the side effects will only get worse the longer that you take it. Even if you go into the water during the day, you’ll need to take the supplement to not be called back at night. Potions aren’t nuanced like that. They will only do a specific thing, and working from a human perspective, I think it’s made to block out some of your magical connection to the sea rather than utilizing the nature of your magic. For all anyone knows, it could weaken you over time or shorten your lifespan if you use it daily!”
My mind goes back to the grimoire. As an aquatic species, Aquanas magic is not only tied to the sea but transmutative like the power of water which is why they have the ability to so fluidly transform themselves. Given the way that the supplement blocks instead of working with this transmutative nature of their magic, I don’t think that the Underidge coven worked with an aquatic fae’s magic in creating their potion. And yet Ro wants to take it all the same, even if it harms him by blocking out a part of himself.
His eyes harden stubbornly. “It is my decision, and a sacrifice I am willing to make. It is worth it to be with you.”
My bottom lip trembles, but I nod. As much as I want to protect him from himself, I won’t disrespect his decision as if he was a child. It’s just even more important that I find something better. If he is willing to do all of this for me, then there is no reason I can’t meet him halfway and give him the rest of the month as he asks. If I spend every waking moment after sundown and at the library glued to books and working on new concoctions in my kitchen, so be it.
I want more dates along the boardwalk. More Ro. More of everything I’ve yet to experience with him.
“Convince me,” I whisper.
Ro smiles as he reaches for me and gently drags me into the water with a splash. I feel something tickle my belly when his fin flicks between my legs, pushing us away from the wall. It snakes in the water between us and my heart hammers in my chest as it becomes plumper and a darker pink with his arousal. It disappears between us only to press firmer as it twitches and writhes when he drags me close to him until we are plastered chest to chest as my thighs slide along his thick tail.
“I will show you everything I am,” he rasps as he lowers his head before claiming my mouth with his.
The salty-sweet taste of him as he darts his tongue between my lips stirs a desire and need so brilliant within me that it churns and spins through my core. Our magic entwines further until it is a current that rips between us, carrying us on a tide of lust as our mouths mesh over and over again, and still he kisses me, dragging me into the depths of all that he is.
Ro
In my arms at last!My Keri, my love. She struggles for only a moment as we sink into the water, and then she gasps when my pelvic fins slip along her inner thighs and sex and draws air from me. We breathe together as my fins continue to flick over the delicate skin and thin cloth beneath her skirt, capturing her pheromones and dragging into my sexual receptors, priming me for mating as the mating tide swells and rushes between us as we roll languidly in the pool.
The mating tide is as incredible as I imagined it would be, if not more so because it is with her. Never once had my imagination come close to conjuring someone quite like my mate.
Almost my mate—but soon. I am eager to show her that her worries are unfounded. That we are perfect together. The issue of the sea calling me back is an inconvenience, but every moment of the day from sunrise to sunset, I am hers and she is all that has power over me. And even that can be mitigated with the supplement. I am a hunter—pain means little. It is a fact of life for a male who must often hunt alone with the other predators of the deep as I have done since reaching maturity. Pain is worth it. Worth this.
All that matters to me is having my mate in my arms and the taste of her upon my lips.
And I am ravenous for her! My tongue sweeps repeatedly into her mouth, luring her tongue between my lips with every lick until I can suck it into my mouth to tease it for a moment. My cock aches, and I press her closer against me, squeezing it between us as I restlessly thrash my tail between her thighs and we drop deeper into the pool.
My greedy mate pushes into me as she arches her back and my arms tighten around her instinctively, flattening her breasts upon my chest. I can feel her nipples through the wet fabric against my sensitive scales and I moan into her mouth. Little bubbles escape from between our lips. Keri wiggles, and I drop a hand to support her bottom just as her legs curl up around me, exposing her intoxicating pheromones fully to my pelvic fins. I flutter them quicker, and my tail curls up simultaneously to rub against her heat.
She is still too low for my cock to pierce her. As my tail pumps in frustration and I gradually work up higher, the bottom ridge of my phallus strokes against the top of her slit and the little nub hidden there. Everything within me freezes as Keri jerks within my arms. An excited growl escapes me as I twist my tail against her again, allowing the underside of my cock to tease her sex. My pelvic fins caress the outer petals framing her slit while I work the head of my sex down into place. It strokes her, and the touch of it paired with my pelvic fins makes my sweet mate’s pheromones stronger, and she shivers and moans in her throat.
There is no better sound than her pleasure, no better scent than the water laden with her pheromones, and no better taste than her mouth. I wonder if her slit tastes just as sweet. This is a discovery I wish to make—but later. As much as I want to play with her more and explore her, I also don’t want to allow even an inch of distance between us, so I work a hand between us to palm her breast. My claws teasingly stroke over the soft skin as I explore it, seeking the most sensitive spots. She jumps when I nudge her nipple with the side of my claw, and my excitement heightens in response. Using the pad of my thumb, I rub around the perimeter of the stiff bud. It would be so easy to hurt her with my claws where they are, but I am incapable of it, my every touch instinctively turning gentle as I circle it again and again before brushing over the peak and pinching it sharply so that she whimpers and wiggles against me.
My mate is too eagerly riding against my cock to sheathe my length within her. She is impatient as I am, so I vow that after we are done I will stretch her out along the side of the pool and demonstrate my commitment to properly adoring her. I cannot wait to taste her upon my tongue above the water’s surface. I would drag her up now if the urgency in the tide between us has not already begun to spin its whirlpool of magic, spurring our mutual fever as our mouths mate with a desperation that is mimicked by the way our sexes bump and grind together in preparation for the first deep slide.
The copious amount of lubrication coating my cock makes the head and shaft of my sex slicker with every brush between her thighs. It pumps out from the small lubrication sacs, and my pelvic fins work it along my length even as they gather her pheromones and drive her to new heights of pleasure.
My tail pumps faster, and I shiver with the electric pulses from the magic within the current. My cock is painfully hard, and one of Keri’s hands finds its way into my hair to tangle in the strands and grip it hard with her own demand. Another excited growl escapes me and my tail rocks hard, and I can feel the tip of my cock’s head kiss her heat as I eagerly fan my fins and thrust forward, stretching her tight heat around my length.
Keri’s inner muscles tighten around me, and my mate jerks in my arms with the shock of my penetration. Worried, my tailfins spread so that we drift in place while she becomes accustomed to the joining of our bodies. I can accept pain for myself, but never for my mate. It is difficult to restrain myself when I feel her sex pulse around me, tempting me, but I keep us adrift as I twine my tongue with hers in little strokes. She softens in my embrace, melting into my arms once again as she tentatively rocks against my girth, the soft texture of her inner walls stroking over the bulges and veins that line my cock.
I wait until she begins to press eagerly, giving herself over to her pleasure as she begins to rock over me before I begin to move. My spread fins draw together just enough to give me control, and I shuttle my tail back and forth between her thighs so that my cock is dragging in and out of her. I am greedy for her every gasp and the way her hand tightens once more in my mane as she rakes the opposite hand along the thicker scales that edge the sailfin on my back.
I shake with pleasure, my tail thrashing more eagerly, driving my cock in and out of her grasping heat. Her sex convulses around me, her cries muted by our ceaseless kiss as I continue to rut through her orgasm and bring her to another. The tight drag of her cunt sucking deep upon my length brings up a low growl to vibrate in my chest. Her pheromones and magic, and the mating tide, has drawn up my seed like nothing else ever could. My cock swells with it as my thrashing intensifies, and my hand tightens on her ass to hold her anchored in place so that she may fearlessly ride her mount through the water.
I roll us through the water as she trembles with a silent scream and her channel clamps down viciously around my shaft with exquisite pleasure. Instinct takes over and my sheath grinds against her, my curled pelvic fins vibrating to further stimulate her sex to receive more of me as my seed pouches fill within my shaft. They swell with far more pronounced bulges along its length, spurring yet another orgasm so that she is clutching around me while I drive into her repeatedly. The electric jolts of my release fire through me as my cock jerks within her clutch as my seed sprays in thick streams within her.
I growl against her mouth as I cling to her, trying desperately to not finalize our bond without her permission. I will prove myself no matter how long it takes. Even if I must haunt this harbor for years on end and take to the sea every night, mourning in loss of her during the night until she is satisfied and agrees to be mine.
We drift together in the water, my tailfins spread once more just enough so that we do no more than slowly spin in place. My mouth caresses hers lovingly, and when my cock finally slips free and disappears once more into my sheath, I take us to the surface. Her fast gasp when her mouth parts from mine tears at my heart. That small sound is a reminder that until she joins with me, this is only a brief moment interrupting her very human life that is sustained by the surface air.
Keri is limp with pleasure in my arms, brushing tiny kisses along my jaw as I swim back to the edge of the pool. My lips tease the corner of my mouth, and it hitches in a smile in response as contentment spreads languidly through me. As painful as it is to leave the bond incomplete, I am happy all the same for this moment with her as her body drifts against mine with every stroke of my tail through the cool glide of the water over us.
