Body of Water

by Stuart Wakefield

  I felt dizziness wash over me as Dom continued his persistent grind. My eyes became heavy and my breath caught in my throat.

  It happened then; all my strength centred in my core and it was all I could do to keep my arms straight as my energy channelled itself into my cock.

  The force of my ejaculation surprised us both, squirting scattershot between the narrow gap between us. Dom started to come, his own spurts thicker but just as powerful. His fingers dug harder into my buttocks as we jerked together on the bed. I regained my breath just long enough to cry out, finally falling onto my elbows for respite.

  I buried my brow into his neck, my damp hair sticking to my own skin. My breathing slowed as I recovered but I could still feel our cocks pulsating and I felt eager for more.

  But we had fallen asleep, both mentally and physically exhausted. I’d woken the following morning to find myself pinned to the bed by one of Dom’s hairy forearms. I watched him sleep for a while, his expression neutral, before wriggling carefully out and taking another shower.

  Now, as I stood at the bottom of the bed, marvelling at his magnificent physique, he suddenly sat up and pulled me onto him.

  “What are you doing?” I said, as Dom’s hands explored mine.

  “Ah’m checking yer hands.”

  “For?”

  “Webbing.”

  I swatted his hands away, pretending to be mad. “You are a bad man.”

  “Ye’re the bad man. Ah’m not even a man.”

  “Man? You usually refer to me a ‘boy’.”

  He grinned and I wanted to kiss his smile at once. “Or ‘moppy’.”

  “I’d rather you called me that than ‘boy’.” I wriggled into his lap and kissed him again. He tasted of animal health and I let my tongue roam over his blunt, square teeth before seeking out his own.

  As Dom returned my kisses his hands explored me, the warm pads of his fingers making me shiver when they traced the sensitive curves of my lower back.

  The only thing that distracted me from his mouth was the delicious sensation of his hooded cock prodding mine.

  I rocked back onto my haunches, spat into my hand and daubed the fluid across Dom’s cock. He gasped at the sudden touch and his hips bucked involuntarily.

  I spat again, reaching behind me to slide my fingers inside myself.

  Taking his cock in my wet fist, I tried to ease myself onto it. Dom inhaled sharply and grabbed my waist when he realised what I was doing.

  “Can we do this?”

  I smiled down at him and he relaxed with a smile unlike any I’d seen before. It was a half-smile, his eyelids heavy. His bottom lip seemed fuller, too.

  I eased myself down again but Dom, his hands back on my arse, lifted me off him to kiss and lick my chest. He savoured my taste.

  I had thought so often of the mechanics of this moment I’d never considered what it might feel like.

  Despite his tenderness last night, I thought he might use this to prove his dominance over me but now any doubts I’d had were gone.

  Not that I didn’t have something to prove. “I want you inside me.”

  He reached around and rubbed a finger across my hole. I writhed in the grip of his other hand, eager for more contact with his fingers. He pushed the tip of his finger against me and smiled when I opened for him. I made a small sound when I realised that my cock had begun to drool again; a thin line of fluid ran down the shaft of my cock and dripped off my balls onto the base of Dom’s.

  “Please,” I begged, pushing against his finger.

  With increased force, he worked his finger deeper inside me. His probing digit felt hot against my flesh. He introduced another finger and worked me with both. So that was it, he wanted to fuck me but suspected the head of his cock would prove too blunt a tool to pierce me that easily.

  Apparently satisfied that I was ready, he picked me up. His head swung between the bed and the wall before he decided on the bed. I’d never imagined that he would ever want me like this, especially like this, and I surrendered to the idea of Dom consuming my flesh with all his strength and power.

  Laying me carefully on the bed, he pushed my thighs back and lapped at the place his fingers had been moments earlier. I shuddered when he made contact and again when he slid his thick tongue inside me.

  I muttered something to God. The reaction spurred Dom on and he pushed deeper inside me, twisting his tongue this way and that, enjoying the stream of incoherent moaning I couldn’t control.

  Weaving my fingers into his hair, I pulled him away from his taunting game and up to my face. With my legs wrapped tightly around him I looked into his eyes.

  “Do it.” The aggression in my demand surprised us both.

  Dom spat into his palm and fisted his cock, but it was already slick with his pre-cum. I hoped I was wet enough to take him as he rocked his hips towards my eager flesh.

  It took all my concentration to open up to him so he didn’t hurt me. Dom slid into me until I felt the snap of my ring back around the head of his cock. He stopped then, feeding me an inch more before pulling back and checking that I was okay with a cautious look.

  He looked down and I felt his cock throb, no doubt aroused by the sight of his thick rod in my hole. He slid in an inch further but pulled back again, this time so my ring opened up again and over his head. Just before he was clear, he pushed back in, very slowly this time, and one inch more. He continued to fuck me with the first few inches of his cock, his eyes locked to mine at all times.

  Then he withdrew and sat back, gazing down at me. His skin glistened, light dappled across his solid build.

  I met his look with one of complete surrender. No words were needed for my request and his eyes answered it.

  Dom slid back into me again and I fought the urge to scream. He towered over me, his big hands clamped around my shins. I could feel every thick vein on his magnificent cock as he slid into me. As much as I tried to relax I couldn’t stop my balls from tightening and my cock from straining upwards. I had never been fucked and was glad Dom had taken control and lubed me up so well. His big, flat tongue had worked wonders on my muscles, allowing me to relax enough to take him.

  Light caught Dom’s shoulders and part of his face as his head lolled back. Clearly, he was enjoying the complete penetration too, sliding the last few inches into me. The fucking started then; long, slow strokes, painfully slow at times. Dom let go of my legs and curled his body over me.

  I wrapped my legs and arms around him, kissing his hair, brow, lips. Dom’s tongue was soon working against my own and the sensation of both his mouth and cock threatened to take me over the edge. The sound of our kissing was joined only by the soft slap of skin on skin.

  Dom changed position, still pushing into me but with his arms straight and hands firmly planted either side of my head. I watched his abs contract with each thrust. I rocked myself back, using his powerful shoulders for support, and wrapped my legs further up his body. The angle allowed even deeper penetration and I knew I’d come soon. A steady stream of pre-cum dripped onto my chest.

  I needed this. In every move we made together my muscles burned with the effort of restraint. I could have come as soon as he entered me but I wanted this to last for as long as possible. For all I knew he could wake one morning to find Dom gone, his skin retrieved. If this was the only time we’d have together, to truly be together, then I had to make it count for something, to make it as good for him as it felt for me.

  But my body could not be denied. When I wrapped myself tighter around him I knew I could last a few minutes more at the most. Seeming to sense my turmoil, Dom slowed his thrusts but that did nothing to slow the approach of my orgasm.

  I knew Dom’s next stab into me would be the cue for my release. He pressed deeper into me as his cock swelled to be even thicker, soon followed by the first hot flood of liquid. I started to come, splattering my chest and neck as Dom’s continued pressure curled me tighter and tighter. The moment seemed to have no end,
each contraction of my arse, balls, and cock triggered the same in Dom. It felt like the cum that Dom pumped into me somehow flooded through my own balls and out through my cock.

  Dom’s mouth connected with mine unexpectedly, hungry for my open mouth, as if to devour me in this moment of pure abandon. The big man’s mouth moved to my chest, licking up beads of juice and transferring them to me. I ate hungrily.

  Feeling Dom’s thrusts subside I relaxed into the kisses, allowing my hands to run down the slick pads of muscle covering his back.

  Dom started to withdraw, albeit still hard.

  I reached around and pulled him back inside.

  “No, stay.”

  Dom laughed gently, withdrew anyway, and rolled us onto our sides. I pushed back into his embrace and stroked his arms.

  “Have ye thought about what tae do?”

  “Yes, I thought about it all night long.”

  “And?”

  “I’m going to the lighthouse.”

  “There are forces greater then either of us at work here. Ah don’t know what will happen-”

  “I’m still going.”

  “Ah felt energy there and was convinced it was ma skin.”

  “I thought you said it was at the house?”

  “Ah ken that, so it might be something else.”

  “The stone?”

  “Maybe. Or it might be another Selkie’s skin. Ah’ve never been without mine before. Ah don’t know what it feels like and never asked.”

  “You’re not the first?”

  “Selkie women have been tricked by men into becoming human wives then fled back tae the sea as soon as their skin is found.”

  “Have you ever met one?”

  “No. They tend tae keep away from men after that; avoid ships, stick tae deep water. They’re never the same afterwards. Torn between the two worlds Ah guess.”

  “How come?”

  “They served as wives, mothers. Living as a human is not all bad.”

  “How do you feel?”

  “Ah don’t know. Mackay tricked me and Ah never felt the same about him again but then he got sick. Ah thought that if Ah stayed here then he might take pity on me and let me go. Or if he died Ah could find ma skin.”

  “Assuming it’s even here.”

  “It might be at the lighthouse.”

  “Will you leave when you find it?”

  Dom let go of me, rolled off the bed and stood up. “Ah don’t want tae talk about it.”

  The look on his face convinced me that the matter was closed. This wasn’t Maggs’ spell; he didn’t want to tell me. My heart sank. So that was it, he was going to go as soon as he found it. I didn’t like to see Dom agitated but was also aware that I didn’t know him well enough just yet to push the matter further.

  I held out my hand, took his and squeezed it to convey whatever I could.

  Dom smiled, kissed me and left the room. I assumed he’d gone to look for his clothes that Maggs had insisted on washing.

  I admired the view of his retreating body and felt my cock harden again. I hoped there’d be plenty of time for that in the future.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  The Lighthouse

  The noon sun hung low in the summer sky but hid behind thick cloud as we stepped out into the fresh air. I was glad to be outside and thought of the Sea Mither making her way back to the sea to take her place. I wondered where she went in the winter. To a warmer sea elsewhere? To roam the land in search of me, her lost son? I wished I had a mother out there, making her way back to me. My thoughts turned to Ruth and how she would make a fine spirit for good, always finding the best in everything and everyone around her. I still missed her but the pain wasn’t as sharp as before.

  Since my baptism in the sea I felt different. At first I thought the turning point had been my night with Dom but now I felt certain it was something more. The stone’s warmth ran through me, lending fluidity to every sense of my being. My thoughts still washed over each other but without confusion. They blended into each other and created a clearer picture of everything around me.

  Dom put his arm around me as we walked away from the pub towards the north of the island.

  “Are ye sure ye want tae do this? It could be dangerous.”

  “I have to. I don’t know why. It feels right.”

  I allowed my hand to flatten out at the base of Dom’s back, the ball of my thumb resting in the deep vertical trough at the base.

  “Ah suppose ye need answers.”

  “I’m not looking for answers anymore. I’m looking to do what’s right. Millie thinks the Odin Stone was destroyed for a reason and I agree.”

  “Ye think Mackay wanted its power?”

  “No. I think Teran does.” My eyes flicked to the blackening sea. “He might be coming for me but I think he’s coming for the stone, too.”

  Dom stopped walking and turned to me. “Ah don’t want ye tae go. Who knows what might happen if ye face him? He might have recovered the Nuck, restored its power and be waiting for ye.”

  “Then I’ll kill it again and properly this time. I’ll be fine, I promise.”

  Dom didn’t look convinced but he turned back in the direction we had set out in.

  “Ah’m coming in with ye then. Ah’ll make sure ye’re all right.”

  “That’s not what we agreed.”

  “Ah don’t care.”

  We rounded an outcrop and Dom pointed upwards. “It’s up…”

  I looked up as his voice trailed off. I’d expected a white tower with red stripes but the structure that loomed above us looked like a vast, melted candle. A blanket of dirty, opaque ice covered the entire structure, feathered with ridges. I couldn’t make out any of the original building.

  “But Ah was only here last night,” Dom said, mystified.

  “Do you think he’s here already?”

  Dom wasn’t listening. “How will we get in?”

  “Can’t you do what you did with the millstone?”

  “Ah’ve never done that with a person, moppy. What if it hurts ye?”

  “It doesn’t hurt you, does it?”

  “No, but-”

  I grabbed his face and kissed him. For the first time his skin felt cold in the bone-chilling wind. “Then I’ll be fine.”

  He hugged me tight and buried his face in my hair. I nestled into the thick wool covering his chest and closed my eyes. I couldn’t hear him say the words but I felt his jaw move against my scalp.

  As he spoke my body became light and I felt energy radiate from his body into mine. I saw a bright channel of light in my mind and felt my body jump. The light shunted sideways followed by a powerful white flash.

  I took a breath and a strange chemical smell greeted me. I opened my eyes slowly. We stood in a cool, dark space. I was grateful to still be encircled by Dom’s embrace. Waves of heat emanated from him again and I felt calm considering I had no idea what might be waiting for us.

  Dom drew me closer. “Now, Ah’m going tae show ye the Odin Stone. It might frighten ye but ye need tae see it.” Dom’s voice was soft and reassuring. “No harm will come tae ye here, Ah promise.”

  I nodded, guessing that Dom could see me clearly although everything remained inky blackness to me.

  Dom moved away, his departure causing swathes of cold air to replace him. I shivered and drew my jacket tighter about me. The air in here felt like the air in the cave; damp, wet, bitterly cold. I heard the strike of a flint and a faint hiss then Dom’s massive silhouette loomed before me. Behind him, shadows danced across an old brick wall.

  The brickwork curved up and over us reminding me of an arch under a viaduct. To my left and right I saw what appeared to be benches covered in boxes, in turn covered by dust sheets. In one corner stood a taller box, roughly the size of a phone booth. Abandoned building materials were scattered about and I remembered Tammie telling me that the builders had walked out when they discovered Mackay’s plans to turn the lighthouse into apartments. I doubted
that had ever been his intention. He just needed the place gutted.

  The lamp in Dom’s hand lit his face from beneath, making even his encouraging smile look demonic as he beckoned me over to him.

  “The tower’s through here.” His hand hovered above the handle of a low door. “Ah’ll check it’s safe then call ye in.”

  I swallowed hard and nodded.

  He opened the door and walked through. As he turned to my right I ducked my head through the doorway.

  My mouth fell open. Huge chunks of stone floated in the air, slowly rotating around a vertical axis. The room smelt like fresh rain and my hair crackled with static the way in did in the winter. The occasional discharge of energy arced between the stones as they drifted past me. I spotted the millstone among them, turning slowly as if spinning through water in slow motion.

  Dom had completed his circuit of the tower and approached me from the left. He laughed at my hair and reached out to touch it. As he did so, a sliver of energy erupted from my chest and connected with the lamp he held. The stones halted and started to draw closer together before popping back out, a wave of energy throwing us both backwards through the doorway.

  Dom landed awkwardly on me and I cried out in pain. He rolled away before springing back to my side.

  “Are ye hurt?”

  I grabbed my upper arm which he’d landed on and winced. “I’m fine.” I managed a smile and patted his leg. “Don’t worry.” He started to speak but I cut him off. “How come I can see you?”

  He’d dropped the lamp when we’d been thrown from the room. It lay twenty feet from us, extinguished, but the room was bathed in a pale green light.

  Dom looked for the source of the light as I sat up and shook my arm. By the time I got to my feet Dom was standing in front of the booth-sized box in the corner. He reached up, grabbed the sheet covering it and pulled it away to reveal a glass tank filled with cloudy green liquid. I hadn’t known what to expect. A fridge? A fortune telling machine? I stood in front of the tank, vaguely reminded of a derelict fish tank taken over by algae. A green glow emanated from within.