Impassioned Sea

by Skylar Sinclair

  "Seadale is my given name, nothing more.” The authority in his voice shivered down her spine. This man was used to being in command, not being questioned. Too bad. This was her fantasy and he better play nice, or she was winking out of here.

  Her facial expressions must have tipped him off she wasn't going to take his crap.

  Running a hand through his hair and a cocking a hip, he looked at the ground, gathering himself, before speaking. “You will have to forgive me, I am not used to explaining myself. You can call me anything your heart desires."

  The lines of tension softened on Kelsey's face and she shyly smiled. “Seadale is an unusual name. But it fits you."

  He again offered her his hand, in a non-threatening manner, with that sexy mega-watt smile lighting up his face, she did not hesitate this time. Kelsey didn't know why, but she just knew he wouldn't harm her or let anything else bring her harm. And what the hell, this was only a dream right?

  She reached out with her hand, linking with his. His hand engulfed hers, leaving very little left of her tiny hand showing within his grasp.

  "Will you come out into the sea and swim with me, Kelsey?” His head cocked and turned toward her, awaiting her answer.

  Glancing at her attire, a long T-shirt she always wore to bed, Kelsey shook her head. “Well, I am not dressed to go swimming."

  "Trust me, you won't need to worry about anything."

  Kelsey looked down at their linked hands. His big and meaty, hers delicately boned, she felt safe and knew she would follow this man anywhere he would lead.

  Without giving her a moment to react, Seadale pulled her up with ease into his arms. She was stunned by his impressive strength. He made her feel small and feminine in his muscled embrace. The hardness of his body felt like heaven pressed up against her, surrounding her, cradling her. It was like she was the weight of a feather instead of a full-figured woman.

  He held her close to his chest, nuzzling her hair. She felt so right in his arms. Kelsey had never had anyone hold her, making her feel completely encompassed by his mammoth strength. Why this larger-than-life man that could have women falling at his feet, chose to be with her was beyond her imagination. But that was all this really was, her imagination, right? Why not enjoy it while it lasted. If only the men in real life were like Seadale, totally manly, in control, yet he had a soft side below his big-chested façade. She could sense that about him. Like a hard-shelled chocolate that at its heart was soft and sweet.

  With a graceful stride, he carried her to what looked like a curtain of water that flowed over an entrance of the cavern. It rained down in sheets of crystal clear water, causing a breeze to blow across her exposed skin. And yet, it didn't splatter as it struck the bottom of the rocky floor. It was as if, it was an unending sheet of water, spinning in a watery wheel of never-ending cycles. He walked straight through it, without even hesitating.

  What was on the other side and what happened next was something out of a fantasy novel. Kelsey had been transformed into a lithe and nubile mermaid. She was no longer short and chubby.

  Looking down at her morphed body, she had on a beautiful pink seashell bikini top, complete with real clamshells that covered an impressive set of knockers. The ties that held it on were made of fine green seaweed. But, what really wowed her, was her mermaid's tail. It started low at her narrow hips and must have been about five feet long to the fins that flowed and fluttered with the slightest of movements. The scales of her mermaid's tail were the colors of a prized koi fish, with sections of flashy orange, black and white. As she moved the tail back and forth, it had an overall opalescent sheen to it as it moved elegantly through the water, cutting a frothy path of bubbles in its wake. This is so cool, she thought. Now this is what I call dreaming.

  All that was overshadowed when she got an eyeful of Seadale as a merman. He had to be over twelve feet long from head to the very tip of his beautiful long, fluid fins that reminded her of silk blowing softly in a summer breeze. His tail was the color of a Betta fighting fish she'd once seen when her grandparents took her to a local pet store. She remembered the fish's coloring vividly, and how it had a type of glow to its blue-scaled body. It was almost neon blue. The blue shade started at its lightest at Seadale's hips, and then darkened as the color moved down his tail. It took her breath away. It was exotic, and it was turning her insides to jelly.

  Her eyes leisurely roamed up his body toward the defined folds of his muscled abs. Slowly her gaze moved longingly over his bundled pectorals. His nipples were chocolate brown and pebbled. She bet they'd feel luscious if she ran her tongue over them, caressing lightly over the tight buds, working them with her tongue.

  The column of his neck, long and strong, led to a face that made a woman beg to press her lips to his. His white-blonde hair floated about his shoulders and back, weightless strands of pale hair, shiny and incandescent. Bubbles swirled and danced beside his head, as if music stayed their wake. Seadale's eyes snared her attention. Brilliant blue-green orbs emanated his hunger for her, sending burning flashes coursing down to her pussy. His lust and desire clearly evident in his heated gaze. It made her tailfin flutter with arousal, making her feel sexy and alive for the first time in her life.

  A heart-stopping smile broadened his face. “Are you okay, my Kelsey?"

  "Wow! This is so way cool, using mental telepathy.” She replied. “I do have one question though. How is it we can breathe underwater?"

  Seadale turned his head to the side to show her the set of small gills just behind his ears. Kelsey brought a hand up behind her own ear to feel for herself, running her fingers lightly over the feathery flaps of the openings. Bubbles escaped from between her gills, tickled her fingers like flutter hummingbirds flying close to her fingertips. “Holy cow! That's wild."

  She marveled at her new body, smiling back at him in utter amazement and wonder.

  With his hand extended out to her, he beckoned to her, motioning with his fingertips to take his hand. “Let me show you all the magnificent wonders of the sea."

  The glowing light both their bodies gave off let Kelsey easily explore the underwater world that encompassed her. She couldn't believe how powerful her new tail was. They both shot through the water cutting a showering path of bubbles with each mighty downward stroke of their tails, propelling them forward, in undulating power and grace.

  Looking over at Seadale she spoke to him mentally, “I can remember reading about mermaids as a child. They never said anything about them glowing or how they could see in ocean waters."

  "In our mer forms, we give off a natural glow from the positive ions from the salt in the water reacting to the magic that is inherent to being a mer-shifter. You just didn't notice that your eyes now have a thin membrane of transparent skin that overlaps the eyes, sealing out the saltwater. When you shift back, it will disappear, along with your other mer-shifting attributes."

  "That makes perfect sense to me. And since this is my dream, anything is possible,” she mentally giggled.

  As they swam, Kelsey could see all the different types of vegetation and plant life that thrived in the sea. A pod of dolphins swam toward them, stopping just a few feet in front of her and Seadale. He reached a hand out to one of the dolphins, stroking along its bottlenose. It then floated onto its back, so he could scratch its stomach.

  He reached for her hand, placing it on the back of another dolphin, as it swam close by her, wanting her attention. Its skin felt rubbery and slick to the touch, giving easily beneath her hand. Kelsey couldn't take in her surroundings fast enough. Almost like sensory overload, there was so much to see, touch and learn.

  Colorful schools of fish swam around them, only to scatter like the wind when they were disturbed. Seadale took her to a wreck of an old sailing ship. Pieces of the ship lay dormant on the sandy bottom of the ocean, a watery graveyard from the past. What was left looked like the bones of a fish picked clean.

  The unrestricted movement and buoyancy of her mermaid form gav
e her freedoms she'd never believed she would have. It was exhilarating swimming with God's creatures in their very domain. Breathing the same way they did, experiencing the same range and motions they did. She would remember this moment forever, keeping it close to her heart. Dream or no dream, she didn't care, it was amazing.

  The whole time, Kelsey was aware of Seadale by her side, sneaking peeks at him from under her lashes. His powerful hips undulated, surging and plunging up and down created arousing images of him making love to the rippling water that flowed around his body. It was erotic and heady. She wanted to reach over and stroke his shiny flesh to make sure he was real. His hair floating around him looked like a sinuous cloud and the colors of his tail flickered and glowed with each movement. This was the best dream ever!

  * * * *

  Kelsey had been broadcasting her sexual thoughts the whole time. They were tearing though his mind and body, causing Seadale's cock to tent the front of his scaled sheath that enclosed the lower half of his body. With just a thought, he would be able to separate a seam at his groin area, releasing his straining sex. He ground the back his teeth from snarling in sexual frustration, wanting to take things slow with her and yet, wanting to devour her. His sexual side, his predatory nature was warring for domination. Needing to sink inside her tight, hot pussy. Take what was rightfully his—his mate. It was a challenge to him not taking what he wanted, and damn if he didn't want her like a raging storm, twisting-up his insides. He was a man who relied solely on pure instinct and power to gain whatever he desired. Now he had to use a totally different approach with Kelsey; one of subtly and seduction before he could sink into her. He'd lose his sanity if he didn't get the opportunity soon.

  With a light touch on his shoulder, Kelsey showed him what she'd found. It was an old silver coin. Her excitement was infectious and caused him to smile along with her. She leaned forward to give him a peck on the cheek, but he took advantage of her ripe closeness clasping her to him, with his massive arms holding her closely. He rubbed his aching shaft from side to side, careful not to disturb the delicate scales running down the front of her body. Fisting his hands in her hair, he exposed her neck to his lips, placing kisses along the column of her delicate throat. Her skin was buttery soft beneath his tongue. He worshiped her wet flesh against his tongue, as he lathed and soothed the areas he'd nipped and sucked.

  Her body's response to his mouth and touch exited him. She seemed so fragile in his arms. He felt the intense desire to protect her, care for her. But he couldn't deny his desperate craving to fuck her, overruling everything else; growling for release, feeling her body melt against his, sinking into her hot sex, as he rode her hard and deep, having her come apart in his arms.

  * * * *

  Kelsey mentally voiced, ah ... that feels so good. Telepathic moans and whimpers followed in the wake of her words. She was past the point of thinking. Kelsey wanted to lose herself in what he was doing to her, what he would do to her.

  The straps of her bikini top came away, revealing her full, peaked breasts to his descending mouth. She leaned back against his banded arms, letting him feast on her breasts. Kelsey ran her hands along the bulging and bunching muscles of his arms. They felt like wet silk over hardened steel. As he sucked and teased her nipples, the pull of his mouth sent shock waves of piercing sensations to her pussy, causing it to flutter and grow wet.

  A low growl echoed through her mind. “Think of your pussy opening, parting for me. Let my cock inside of you. Let me fuck you, until you scream your pleasure for me."

  She did what he asked without thinking. Kelsey was under his spell and would do whatever he asked of her. She could feel the front of her scaled skin, near the area where her legs should have met, open to form a tight slit. Seadale ran a hand down her bare stomach, until he came to the opening. He worked first one then two fingers up inside of her, testing her wetness, readying her body for his taking. A mental scream escaped from her mind. His fingers played along the opening, teasing and taunting her hypersensitive fissure.

  He covered her mouth in a scorching kiss. Running his tongue along the plump seam of her mouth, then working her lips apart to invade the recess of her mouth. He tasted of salt and sinful exotic spices. Placing his cock at the opening of her slit, he slowly parted her with the large head of his cock, laboring in shallow thrusts. One inch, then another inch, and then another, until he had all of his thick hardness imbedded deep within her pussy. With a slow sensual tempo of his hips, he built his rhythm, devastating her body and mind with merciless prowess.

  The first thing Kelsey noticed was how different her female anatomy was arranged. All positioned in the front for easy entry. When the crown of his cock first entered her, the sensations were more intense, as if nerves pointed to the very opening of her slit.

  The entire area around her opening felt like it was her clit. With each pull or push of Seadale's hard shaft rubbing up against her sensitive folds, it sent pulsations up and out, dispersing vibrations throughout her body, causing her to quiver and shake. It was all she could do not to buck and scream under the onslaught of his cock trying to work its large length in and out of her tight muscled sheath. It was like being a virgin all over again, but without the pain. Intense pleasure flooded her entire being as he took her with each powerful thrust of his scaled haunches.

  They swirled and swayed in a sensual water ballet, performing the oldest act known to man—love making. Without the effects of gravity to impede their bodies, the floating sensation, accompanied by the pumping of Seadale's hips was wickedly hedonistic and utterly sensuous. She was unable to control her senses as they spiraled into an orgasmic tailspin. He used one hand on her hip and the other gripped the curve of her ass, to keep her body aligning perfectly with his.

  Kelsey sensed he was close to coming, with his frantic movements and low moans vibrating through her mind. Seadale totally overtook her with his sexual thrall. She was mindless and malleable in his arms. The sounds of the sea creatures swathed them in clicks, squeaks, and moaning melodies. A beautifully haunting symphony that played in the background in cadence to their lovemaking, like heartbeats matched in a timeless rhythm—in perfect sync to their waves of passion.

  Then, she felt the tingling burn of her orgasm starting to unfurl its greedy conduits of unending pleasure, spreading in lightning spurts down through her body. It would be one of the last things she'd remember...

  * * * *

  Kelsey awoke the next morning with her body half on and half off the bed. Her left arm was dangling over the side of the bed like a limp noodle, her head and leg not far behind. With a groan, she raised her head up and squinted at the clock—eight o'clock in the morning. She never slept that late. Rolling over onto her back to right herself on the bed, she rubbed at her face and eyes, trying wipe the sleep away and get her bearings.

  With effort, she propped her upper body up on her elbows. Her chin weighed heavy on her chest. Head down, only her eyes taking in her surroundings. Her hair lay damp and wild upon her shoulders and back. The sheets pooled around her waist. Further observation showed she was nude, coated with a white residue all over her skin. Was that salt? Running a finger across the crystals, she licked her fingertip. Ick. That is exactly what it was. What the heck?

  Kicking the covers off the rest of her body, Kelsey managed to sit on the side of her bed. With her head in her hands, she tried to go over the night before in her mind. Things were blurry, like when something was right on the tip of your tongue, yet in a blink, it was gone. In frustration, she fisted her hands in her hair, growling her displeasure at the fleeting memories and jumbled thoughts that seemed to whisper in and out of her mind.

  What happened to her last night? How could her hair be damp and her body covered in salt like she'd swam in the ocean? Oh Lord, please tell me I didn't go skinny dipping in my sleep? And, where was the oversized T-shirt she slept in? She'd looked all around the room, but it was nowhere to be found. Kelsey was a little spooked at what she cou
ldn't explain or remember. The longer she pondered the whys and what ifs, the more confused she became. A change in plan was in order.

  "A shower, that's the ticket.” She slapped her thighs.

  Trudging to her bathroom, she turned on the shower, not bothering to look at herself in the mirror. She felt like crap and was sure she looked it too.

  Standing under the warm water, letting it spray down over her head and shoulders, it started to bring her poor body back to life under its heated massage, melting and softening her tight muscles. Squirting a healthy amount of fragrant liquid soap into the palm of her hand, she worked up a lather all over her body. Fleeting thoughts of strong hands caressing her skin flittered along her awakening senses. Memories of a pair of full male lips running down her neck, only to stop and worry her hard nipples caused her to moan. Deep, soul shattering French kisses that went on forever, heightened her breathing.

  Her hands wandered down to the juncture between her legs. There, her fingers parted her slippery sex, finding her clit swollen with arousal. Leaning against the cool tile of her shower, she rested her head and braced her back. Trying to concentrate on the dream from the night before, letting her fingertips stroke and glide over her clitoris. Softly touching the sensitive hood that guarded her treasure until her climax drenched her body all the way down to her toes. Coming let her mind and body relax, washing away her clouded memories down the drain as it did. Even though the confusion was still there, she felt rejuvenated enough to handle just about anything thrown her way. By the time she was done in the shower, Kelsey was almost back to her old self again.

  She still hadn't figured out why she woke up the way she did, but the urge to paint took over and everything else was pushed to the back of her mind for now.

  Dressed in an old paint splattered T-shirt and jean cutoffs, she was ready to paint as the late morning sunlight shown in brilliant masses through the large picture window dominating one wall of the room. It was a perfect area for her to create her latest and greatest masterpiece. With her sketches she had done on the day she found the pendant, she had a working visual to start her painting.