by Tay LaRoi
The fact that I asked the question almost made me laugh—who asks that? Who would be so crazy to believe the answer could be yes? Besides the foolish dreamer who had always wanted magic to be real and, by the way, had creatively ignored every sign of a cheating partner for months? Probably nobody.
“Not a very good one.” She smiled and looked up at me through her thick blue lashes. “On the day of the Tsunami I was gazing at the ocean instead of searching the river for...a horse to…”
“Attack?”
“I’ve never actually caught one. I’m also not always polite and only eat the entrails of humans who won’t fuck me.” She winked and my heart did a funny flipping thing.
“Okay…”
“I’m not threatening you.”
“Um, you kind of are.”
“Only because I like you. I mean, you’re hot. I’d rather fuck you than rip your entrails out your—”
“Okay. Thanks for that.” Instead of dwelling on entrails, mine or anyone else’s, I let my gaze sweep from her face down her body. She had enough light inside the rock to see by, and instead of asking where it came from and how she made that all happen, I watched as her nipples hardened, pulling the skin of her sweet little breasts taut. “I’d much rather fuck too. You’re hot for a river monster.”
“Thank you. But you don’t have to. And I prefer oni to monster. Imp.”
“Say, if you’re from Japan shouldn’t you be speaking Japanese?” Yeah, ignore the ‘you don’t have to.’ It hasn’t been that long since you’ve been with a woman—you probably still remember how it all works.
“I’d rather you understood me. It’s easier that way. If I had greeted you speaking Japanese, you would have run away screaming, and I would have been forced to grab you and drag you under the water. So you didn’t tell people I was here.”
“Of course. Because anyone I told would so believe that a Kappa is hanging out near Haystack Rock.”
She smiled, a little shy, or maybe that was another lie, but I didn’t think it was. “Is that what you call this rock?”
“Yes. It’s a landmark. People come from all over to see it and the tide pools around it.”
“I see. I hear them, the people talking about how beautiful this place is. Sometimes I imagine they’re talking about me.”
“You are beautiful.” I removed my jacket, tossed it in the direction of her rock shelf, and sat in front of her. She didn’t react when I reached out and took the ends of her hair, running my fingers through the damp strands and placing it behind her. It was so warm inside the rock that her hair had started to dry at the ends, even if it still shone with moisture on top of her head. “Are you the only one here?”
“Yes.” Tentatively, Hanako took my hand and squeezed my fingers lightly.
“Have you been here since 2011? All alone?”
“I don’t know what you mean…but I have been alone for a long time. It’s peaceful. No one to tell me I’m…wrong.”
She waited, one perfectly curved blue eyebrow raised, and slowly I understood what she meant. “You’re not wrong.” Gently, I moved her hair away from her face and leaned closer. “It’s not wrong to like this.” Her eyes fell closed as I touched my lips to hers. After a short kiss, I pulled back enough to whisper against her lips, “It’s not wrong to want this.”
I slid my mouth onto hers, and she responded immediately, kissing me back with those luscious lips. I trailed my fingertips across her cheek and down her neck. The subtle texture of her skin excited me; I wanted to learn how it changed when she moved, feel the subtle differences across her taut body.
Her hands gently twined in my hair—not as long, or as blue, as hers but a little of each. No hint of knuckles this time, only the soft pads of her fingers massaging my scalp and softly tugging at my hair.
Hanako slowly dragged her lips down over my chin. When she sucked saltwater from my neck, I let one hand trail from her neck down her chest to cup her breast. Her breath hitched, and she sucked harder. She moved the collar of my shirt aside and slowly trailed her lips down my neck and across my collarbone, keeping a gentle suction the whole way.
“Wendi,” she whispered, her breath feathering across my damp skin. I felt it between my legs and deep in my core, a shuddering need that ripped a moan from my throat. “Do you want this? Do you want me?”
“Yes.” I didn’t hesitate.
Neither did she.
Hanako pulled my shirt open, buttons pinging off the rock walls, and pushed it onto the sand floor behind me. She ran both palms over my shoulders and upper arms, her eyes on my breasts. By the time she touched them, I was panting so hard I thought I might hyperventilate. She traced the outline of my nipples, slowly, with the tip of one finger, her lovely mouth hanging open.
“I want this too.” She looked up into my eyes, and in hers, I saw a storm brewing. I would have sworn her eyes had been sky blue, but in that moment, they were a thundery gray. That turned me on even more, somehow I knew it meant she did want it—she wanted me.
Her hand slipped under my breast, hefting it and squeezing gently at once. Her other arm snaked around my shoulders, her lips on mine again as I found myself moving onto my back. Hanako’s body felt warm and slightly damp on mine, the sand below me conforming to the curves of my body like one of those fancy foam mattresses. Soft grains of sand massaged my back as they slipped into place around me and I knew I’d never build a sand castle again without thinking of this moment.
As we settled into the sand, I filled my hands with Hanako’s hair—silky and thick and—
“Oh. Should we stay sitting up? I don’t want you to lose your…the water on top of your head.”
When I spoke, she moved her mouth to my neck again and quickly moved on to suck a hard nipple into her mouth. I wanted to ask if the legends were true, if she had a reservoir of water atop her head and if it spilled she would be powerless, but the answer was obvious. Hanako slid down and put her face between my breasts, showing me the top of her head for a second. Her hair was wet, but I saw no evidence of a bowl that could be emptied, either intentionally or by accident.
Hanako traced her tongue around my nipple, flashes of blue a little darker than her lips. My back arched, pleasure zinging from my nipple to my pussy. When her fingers gently pinched my other nipple, the fabric of my underwear dampened. She sucked one nipple into her mouth and pinched the other harder, and at the same time her other hand warmed a trail down the center of my body. She grabbed my mound through my jeans and my whole body jerked, pulling her hair.
She looked up, a mischievous light in her gray eyes. “You like it rough?”
I groaned, unable to speak. All I wanted was for her to put her mouth back on me—anywhere would do.
She released my nipple and fisted her hand in my hair, pulling my head back the tiniest bit. “Do you like it rough?”
“N-not really. But you can do anything you—”
“Don’t say that. Don’t ever say that to a magical creature.” Hanako winked and released my hair. She pushed herself up off me and sat back on her knees. “As far as you know, I could keep you here forever, or turn you into an imp to keep me company. You don’t know what ‘anything’ means to me, beautiful one.”
I writhed, groaning, needing her like I hadn’t needed anyone or anything in a long time. She rested a hand on my thigh and slowly tightened her fingers. I reached out and drew my hand down her leg—her smooth muscles rippling like water beneath her finely textured skin. She pulled at the waistband of my jeans, and I popped the button and yanked the zipper down.
She kissed my stomach below my belly button, her chin rubbing against the patch of hair between my legs. “I can smell you. You smell delicious. If I promise not to bite, may I taste?”
Dizzy with desire, I could barely breathe. She didn’t move until I answered, though. “Oh, God, yes. Please.”
Hanako pulled my shoes and then my jeans off and stood in one fluid motion. She folded my jeans as she took tw
o small steps backward and then turned to place them on the shelf beside my jacket. I gasped out loud and it echoed slightly inside our steamy little cave.
“Your back.”
She twisted to look, her exquisite curves catching the light and all the more alluring for being half-hidden by her glossy hair. Her back and her taut ass were covered with a tattoo that included bright stylized flowers and waves and all manner of magical water creatures. “Is something wrong?”
“No. It’s beautiful.” I stood, not as gracefully as Hanako had, but my focus wasn’t on my own body. As I approached, she gathered her hair and pulled it around in front of her to give me easy access to her whole backside. I traced the outline of a fish and the curls of waves marking her firm skin, all in different shades of blue and green, with pops of white and red. Her back wasn’t as soft and pliable as the rest of her, and the difference in texture made me think about rubbing my body against hers—my front to her back—until I came. Somehow, I didn’t think it would take very long.
Slowly, I stepped closer, wrapping my arms around her and molding our bodies together. She dropped her head onto my shoulder, arching her back just enough to be an invitation. I caressed paths down her sides, slid my hands up her flat stomach to cup her lovely breasts. When I lifted them and teased both nipples at once with my thumbs, she shuddered and as much sighed as said, “Oh.” Her shudder rubbed her back against both of my hard nipples, forcing a similar sound from me.
She reached back to pull me closer by my hips, and when she ground her ass against my mound, I had to hold her tighter to keep my feet.
“Shall we lie back down?” Her voice, husky with lust, sent a thrill through my body and set my skin tingling.
My breathless “Yes” echoed, but not off the walls.
Hanako turned within my embrace, snaked both arms around my waist, and slid her lips onto mine. Her hands caressed my back and my ass, dipping into the crack to tease as she pulled me tightly against her body. While we kissed, I marveled at the firm muscles in her back, her slightly softer ass—its skin as slick as the rest of her body even though it had dried in the warmth of her home.
She lowered me onto my back, and the sand once again conformed to my curves, supporting and caressing even as she covered my body with hers. With a gentle nudge, she kneed my legs apart, never once removing her soft lips from mine. Hanako was far stronger than me, but when she rested her weight on my body I felt only warmth and the slightly rough texture of her oil-slick skin as she gently undulated—polishing, burnishing my skin with hers. The feeling was intoxicating, and soon I writhed beneath her, soft sighs and moans filling the cavern.
I kneaded her firm ass and manipulated her position to give me the most friction where it would do the most good—against my throbbing clit. As my breathing sped, heartbeat racing, I felt her smile against my lips. A moment later, she moved only far enough away to still that friction.
“Not yet, beautiful one. I want to taste you.”
“Yes. Please.” I wanted to tell her she could do both, and as many times as she wanted to, but didn’t have the breath to spare.
I cried out when she slid down my body, my back arching to maintain the contact, but her warmth disappeared save for her two hands spread out across my stomach. She rubbed gently, and when she gripped my hips and kneaded, I opened my eyes. Her gray eyes looked like storm clouds in her face—flushed a deeper blue with desire and exertion. Nobody would mistake her for a human suffering from cold in this state. Her deep-blue hair seemed to float on a current of air, or waves, though the air inside the cavern was almost still. She was breathtaking. A beautiful, magical creature knelt between my legs, lust rolling off her in waves. When she dipped her head and gently probed my slick folds with the tip of her tongue, I sucked in a hard breath. I worked for control, even as she licked me and fucked me with her tongue, which seemed to be longer and thicker than it had been when we were kissing. The moment she kissed my clit I knew I had no hope of lasting. I buried both hands in her hair as she kissed and licked and nibbled, and the moment she covered my mound with her mouth and sucked, my body rocked with the best orgasm I’d ever felt.
Hanako knew just when to ease off, and she stretched out on top of me, languidly kissing me until I regained full use of my mind. When I did, I rolled her onto her back, kissing her deeply, tasting her light saltiness along with myself on her tongue.
As my mouth trailed down her neck and toward her lovely breasts, I remembered her politeness and the deep appreciation of good manners I’d learned all Kappa possessed. “You’re so beautiful, Hanako. Please, may I taste you now?”
She writhed under my hands and made a small sound of pleasure. Her face, though slack with desire, held more of an honest smile than I’d seen on her yet. “Yes. Please taste. Do as you will…”
As soon as she said “Yes,” I sucked one hard nipple into my mouth. The rest of her response came out breathless and then trailed into a soft moan as my hand gently closed over her mound. I spent a few minutes lavishing attention on her beautiful breasts—flicking each nipple with my tongue, circling until she whimpered and then sucking them while she squirmed.
I licked two fingers and returned my mouth to her breast at the same time I pressed those fingers against her slick sex. I hadn’t considered she might have different anatomy than mine, and was happy to discover only variations one would expect from one individual to another. Her lips, slick and swollen, parted to my touch. She tented her knees and let them fall open and when I rubbed my fingertips gently around her opening, her clit swelled against my palm.
“What do you like?” I asked, my mouth hovering over her nipple. As she opened her mouth to answer, I gently rolled it between my teeth and her words were lost on a cry punctuated by a flood of moisture against my fingers. She gasped, writhing, her chin pointing at the ceiling, hands grasping at empty air, and I was afraid she was close. I didn’t want her to come too soon and be disappointed, maybe feel our time together was over.
Releasing her nipple, I slid down between her legs. Keeping my fingers barely inside her, I licked her lips in long firm strokes, moaning as her salty-sweetness filled my mouth and nose. Her pussy was lovely, dark blue-green and even softer and more iridescent than the rest of her skin.
“Yes. Yes. Wendi…”
Her voice cracked as I sucked her clit into my mouth and she came, screaming and squeezing my fingers, her hands clutching at the sand beneath her as her body snapped taut, every muscle straining with the force of her orgasm. Hanako in ecstasy was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen, so it wasn’t difficult to stop before she became oversensitive. Watching her move stole all my attention.
When she collapsed onto the sand, spent and panting and shimmering softly in the dimness of the cave, I lay beside her and gathered her in my arms. Light tremors coursed through her body for a long time, and the way her skin slid against mine had me wanting her again before she even opened her eyes.
Hanako returned my embrace, her stormy eyes closed, small whimpering sounds still escaping her parted lips.
We rested on the warm sand for a while—long enough for me to start wondering about things. Things like how I was going to get out of the little apartment inside Haystack Rock and how I was going to get back in later. Because I wanted to return. The thought that my lover could literally eat me didn’t disturb me nearly as much as the thought of not seeing her again. Like the proverbial cat, eventually my curiosity got the better of me.
“How did you find this place?” I asked her.
She snuggled closer against my side and tightened her arms around me. “Trial and error.”
“Seriously? How many rocks did you try to…enter?”
“Just because I’m magical doesn’t mean I know everything.” Hanako kissed the side of my neck and then playfully licked behind my ear. “Not very many. I didn’t think I’d be here so long, but I wanted to find a space large enough.”
“For two?”
She la
ughed her musical cascading-waterfall laugh and her hand began roaming across my skin again, caressing my side and languidly moving on to my stomach before tangling her fingertips in my bush.
“Is it easy to move a human through all that rock?”
“You can’t leave, not right now.”
Well, that got my attention.
“And why not?”
“The tide is high. You wouldn’t be happy going through the walls and ending up beneath the water. Humans don’t breathe well in water.”
No kidding. And we’re not great at traveling through solid rock either.
“How do you know that? About the water, the tide?”
“I’m a water creature. I can feel it, just as I felt the space inside this rock. And the space inside you.”
“What space?” This conversation wasn’t going in a direction that made me happy. Until Hanako gently raked her fingers through the short curls right above my clit. Her hand slowly and deliberately slid lower, her fingers framing my lips. I had to clear my throat before I could speak again. “What space inside me?”
She hooked her leg over mine and pulled my leg closer to her. The cool air hitting my warm and wet sex made me shiver.
“You were lonely. I was lonely. And hungry. I thought I would…but when I saw you, I felt another kind of hunger.”
“Oh.” Before I could ask another question, she trailed her fingertips along my swollen lips. I looked down our entwined bodies, to where her greenish hand disappeared between my legs, and she increased the pressure. Her massage of my pussy intensified, and I found my hunger rising again to meet hers. So much I wanted to ask her, but when she dipped her fingers into me, none of it seemed all that important.
My eyes threatened to close, but I wanted to drink her in again. I was being stroked by a magical creature after all, and I should be as present as possible in case it all turned out to be a dream. Or, worse, a one-night stand. Focusing on the curve of her wrist, I slowly drew my gaze upward, over her arm and the graceful curve of her hip. Her skin had almost completely dried and settled into a blue-green iridescence that reminded me of swimming in the river as a child.
