The Real SEAL : A Fairytale Navy Seal Romance

by Cherry Starr

  “Oh, god,” I breathe, ducking my chin to watch the head of his dick disappear and reappear in a rapid tempo. When his hands come up to grab my breasts, I relinquish my hold on them, content to let him control the tightness of my cleavage. He stares down at himself, buried into the valley of my boobs, with a wild expression. His hips pump forward and back, faster and faster.

  When I think about him releasing all his spunk right onto my chest, I have to moan at the shot of lust that goes straight to my aching pussy. I try to rub my thighs together, but it’s no use. There’s not enough friction. Resigned, I watch as Victor fucks my tits, the purple head of his cock emerging from my cleavage at a more and more rapid pace. His face begins to flush, the muscles in jaw so tense that he must be gnashing his teeth.

  That’s when I confess, “I want it, daddy. I want you to come all over them. I want you to cover me in it.”

  An animalistic growl rips from his throat. He squeezes my tits painfully together, forcing the passage tighter and tighter, and then he looks me right in the eye as he begins to tense.

  It’s amazing to behold. He goes rigid and thrusts once, twice, three times before his entire body seizes with a shudder. He grunts with the forces of it, body punching forward until he begins spurting. He paints my neck and chest with long, thick ribbons of his hot essence. I can feel it dripping down my neck, into my armpit, settling into the hollow of my collarbones.

  I moan, tipping my head back to bask in the sensation.

  Victor releases my breasts from his grip, only to flatten a palm to the center of my sternum and rub the cooling semen into my skin. I push into his hand like an excited kitten as he rubs his jizz up the globe of one breast, then the other, as if covering me in a fine sheen of tanning oil.

  I catch both his hand and his gaze, bringing his fingers to my mouth. I suck them into my lips to taste him, deciding that there’s no better flavor out there.

  “Mmmm,” I hum, letting the fingers slip from my mouth only to find myself licking into the crevices between, unwilling to let any go to waste.

  “Your turn,” he says.

  - 11 -

  Words can’t even describe all the sensations coursing through me as we explore each others bodies. It’s nearly overwhelming, enough to bring me to my knees. The taste of her… oh god, the taste. Ariella has the sweetest cunt I’ve ever known or could ever hope to know. Until today, sex has merely been a biological imperative.

  But sex with Ariella is another thing altogether.

  The scent of her, swirling around me, makes me want to flip her onto her belly and bury my dick between those precious pussy lips. It’s so incredibly ready for me, too. Just fucking her with my tongue, I can tell. Her pussy is hungry for a fat cock.

  For my fat cock.

  But I’ve already made the choice to wait. Regardless, there’s no missing that I’ve just had the orgasm of my life while my beautiful Ariella remains wet and unsated.

  I mean to remedy that, right now.

  “Come here baby,” I tell her, making space between my legs. We’re on the hard packed sand and water rushes lazily over my feet. Ariella settles her ass against my cock and I pull her flush against my chest.

  I look down at the tops of her breasts, her nipples pointing like the peaks of the volcanoes that dot the islands around us. I reach my hands around her waist, down between her legs. “Spread ‘em for me,” I whisper in her ear, kissing her salty skin.

  Her legs flop to the side and I reach one hand between her thighs, my hand a heat seeking missile guided by the homing beacon of her pussy.

  With deliberate restraint I graze the pads of my fingers over her slippery cunt. She moans, dropping her head onto my shoulder. I kiss her neck, her jaw and mouth, while fondling the sensitive folds surrounding her clit.

  “More,” she breathes, whining against my neck.

  I take my other hand and brush over the pointed peaks of her nipples. They sharpen at my touch and I circle the wide areoles with my nail. She hisses in reply.

  “Does that feel good?”

  She nods and I take the puckered nipple between my finger and twist while doing the same against her clit. Ariella bucks against the sensation, desperate for more. Her hand covers mine and to my astonishment, she squeezes my fingers, indicating she wants more pressure.

  I follow her lead and do the same to her clit. She howls with delight, heels digging in the sand. “You’d come like that, wouldn’t you?” I ask, pleased that she’s so sensitive.

  “Yes.” She pants, teeth baring down on her lip so hard I think she’ll bleed.

  My cock is already growing hard again, and although it’s not about me right now, it’s ramming straight in her back. I lift her by her buttcheeks to get a better grip and my fingers, much like my flippers that very first night, slip between her cheeks and right to the warmth of her tight, puckered asshole.

  Ariella hitches a breath at the intrusion, but melts back into it, pushing against my fingertip in invitation. I gladly take it, some deep, frantic part of me exhilarated to be inside her, any way I can possibly get it. I dip my finger forward first, coating it in the slickness of her willing pussy. Once I have, I return to her ass, wriggling my finger until the tip sinks past that tight ring of muscle. All the while, my other hand tends to her engorged clit, raining down a calculated assault that leaves her mewling.

  I nearly don’t even need to push my finger into my beautiful princess. She just bounces and pushes into it, her pert little ass cocking toward the cradle of my strong thighs. I give her what she wants. With a barely-restrained growl into her sweaty neck, I fuck my finger into her ass. Briefly, I can imagine that it’s my cock sliding into that cramped passage and I can almost feel the phantom vice-grip of her asshole around my throbbing member.

  All things in due time, I guess.

  For now, I continue my ministrations while sucking wet, open-mouthed kisses to her neck and throat, willing her with all my soul to come apart around me.

  It only takes a few more moments of fingering her ass and flicking her clit for it to happen. A loud, keening cry falls from her red, plush mouth. Her asshole clamps down hard around my forefinger, trapping it within her hot hole. Then her whole body goes rigid, shakes with a jerking shudder, and I feel the gush of resulting wetness against both hands.

  “That was amazing.” She twists and snuggles close. Her cheeks are red with the afterglow of her epic orgasm and I cradle her against my chest and stroke her wild hair. Her racing heartbeat slows and we watch the sunset sink into the Pacific. When I kiss her, she feels my intention on her lips.

  “You’re leaving?” she asks.

  “I’ve got to report to my commanding officer. I’m already in deep shit.” I can barely stand the disappointed pout on her lips.

  “Will you come back, daddy?”

  “Absolutely. There’s no way I’m leaving you now that I’ve found you, Ariella. It’s just that…” I look toward the horizon. “My obligations as a Navy Seal are very serious. Walking away is not only a career ender for me, it’s a death sentence for those I protect.”

  Her face puckers and it’s obvious she’s holding back tears. Her reaction is a punch in the gut, and only furthers my resolves to come back as soon as possible.

  “I’ll wait for you, daddy,” she says, leaning in for a kiss.

  I grab her by a rough fistful of hair and grunt, “You won’t have to wait long.”

  - 12 -

  Victor makes sure I get back to the boat safely. It hurts to see him go and already I feel torn apart just at the thought of being separated from him. He leaves by water, his strong arms carving a path through the waves. He disappears and I pray he returns soon.

  A chill has set on my skin and I go down to my cabin below the deck. I’ve taken over the master. Winston suggested it when I moved in. My mother hates the harbor, preferring her penthouse view from downtown. I think she likes it there because there’s an in-house gym and she likes to fuck the trainers. She’s
always been jealous of my relationship with her husband but it’s not his fault that I’m a younger, sexier version of herself. Sure she’s still a hot MILF, but Winston likes his girls a bit more… innocent.

  When I agreed to move in, Winston redecorated the master bedroom, just for me, into a lush oasis of pure white. The carpet sinks beneath my toes and I lift the dog tags over my head before grabbing a towel. I have a day’s worth of salt and sand on my skin and I can’t wait to get it off.

  The tile feels cool under my feet and I strip off my red bikini from the day at the beach. I’m still in shock over the events of the day. He found me! And I found him. And we’re surely going to live happily ever after. Our story is more like a fairy-tale than I could have hoped for. I was right to have kept my virginity for the right person and I’m nearly bursting with the anticipation of giving it to him. Soon, I tell myself, twisting the knobs on the shower. The cold spray hits me first, soaking my chest. Daddy will be the one to deflower me, and then, if I’m lucky, his seed will plant in my womb and we can start a family.

  The water heats and steams the room. I like the pressure pounding, so hard that when I get out of the water my backside and breasts will be red from the beating. I step into the glass shower and let the water assault my body, hammering into my supple flesh. I glance at my row of body washes and shampoos, picking out the perfect one. If he comes back tonight, I want to be ready. I need clean hair, fresh smelling tits, and a fragrant bush. My pussy needs to shine like the virgin diamond I’ve treasured for all these years.

  I pick a fruity smelling shampoo and pour a thick glob in my palm before rubbing it in my hair. I lather and scrub, making sure to get every strand of my glorious locks. The suds drip down my neck and down the valley of my breasts. I reach for the body wash, a fresh scent of cucumber, and begin the process of cleaning the salt and beach off my body.

  I work up a slippery froth and begin my ministrations. I take time on each part of my body. My arms, legs, and shoulders. The dip of my belly button and the curve of my gigantic breasts. I use the time to think about my day with Victor. Truthfully, seeing him as a human was a shock! Who knew he could transition from an animal to a person so easily? The way he popped out of the ocean and wrapped his arms around me—I never thought it would happen. Victor was a man! And boy, what a man he turned out to be.

  I rub the soap over my stomach and think about seeing him for the first time. He’s devastatingly handsome, with a strong, stubbled jaw and sharp cheekbones. His eye are dark and soulful. He’s a little hairy, in both forms, and I like it, from the fuzz around his nipples to the trail of happiness that leads to the bush nestled around his gargantuan cock, I wanted to play with every piece.

  I dunk my head under the showerhead and remember his broad shoulders that taper down to corded rows of abs. The dip of the V near his hips that lead like an arrow to his most prized attribute: his cock.

  Lord, his cock.

  Since I was a little girl and first found out the love between a man and a woman, I’d dreamed of a cock so deliciously big. Something that would pierce my cherry and I’d never forget it. I had hopes, big ones, but I never knew if they’d come true until I saw my daddy standing before me, naked, wet, and semi-erect. I’ll admit my insides tensed, just a little. Man, that thing will hurt, but it’ll be worth it, I tell myself. Once he’s inside and I feel his warm seed filling me up, it will be worth every ounce of pain.

  I reach for the last bottle, a fresh smelling gel that feels cool against the lips of my pussy. I hope he likes apples, I think, coating every inch. I need my cunt clean as a whistle for the man who’ll take my virtue. I’m tempted to pleasure myself again, this time with his face and body for inspiration, but now that he’s mine, I only want one thing giving me delight.

  Daddy.

  The only thing that concerns me is the worried look in his eyes when he dove back into the ocean. He’d spent the day with me and not on his assignment. It’s clear that his work is very important to him. I’ve fallen for a patriot, a protector, a warrior, a half-man of responsibility.

  I spin the knobs and turn off the shower, letting the water droplets ease down my body toward the drain.

  “Shoot,” I mutter when I realize I’ve forgotten my towel. I wring the water from my hair and open the foggy glass door. Cold air hits me and my nipples harden. Goosebumps cover my skin. I hop over the cold tile and grab the soft, white towel from the rack. I move to the mirror, wiping down the steamy glass. Something moves behind me and I jump.

  That’s when I realize I’m not alone.

  - 13 -

  “Are you shitting me, son?” Lieutenant Stevenson yells two inches from my face as I stand in front of his desk. When he first saw me, dressed in my rarely used uniform—transformed from seal to human—he nearly dropped his coffee. Nearly, but not quite. Instead, he started cussing.

  I stand at attention, hands behind my back, and take the dressing down. I’ve fucked up. Big time. I violated my oath and obligation to the U.S. Navy. I had no right to shift from my seal-self to that of a man. The only person with the authority to make that command is Stevenson, who has made it absolutely fucking clear I had ‘no goddam right to make a decision without authorization!’

  ...among a few other choice words.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t know what came over me.” The lie rolls easily off my tongue.

  “What the hell were you thinking?” He rubs his shiny bald forehead. A stack of papers sits on his desk and he picks it up before dropping it with an exaggerated slam. “The timing on this is shit, son! Fucking shit! We’re thirty-six hours out from a mission that you were slated to lead.”

  “Me?” I croak. “You want me to lead?”

  “Fuck yes, I want you to lead! We’re heading into goddam North Fucking Korea and I need a lead patrol. Someone under water!”

  Shit.

  “The problem is not only that you’ve got two legs and no flippers,” Stevenson continues, “it’s that I should lock your ass up in the brig.”

  Or send me to the Atoll, I think, realizing I’m headed down the same path as Grandpop. Goddamn Alfa genes. “You should, sir.”

  The Lieutenant stares at the papers. A map is on the top. I can feel his indecision. He needs me, but dammit, I don’t deserve it.

  “Permission to speak, sir?”

  “One sentence, Sargeant. One. That’s all you get.”

  “Send me.”

  “Send you what?”

  “To North Korea. I’m fully committed. It was a stupid slip. Just an urge. It won’t happen again.”

  “This is about your dick, isn’t it? A piece of pussy sent you spiraling.”

  “How do you know that?” I croak.

  “Because we’ve all been there, son. We’ve all had that piece of tail that gets the little general thinking he’s in charge.” He walks around the desk and stands right before me. “Why the fuck do you think you deserve another chance?”

  I swallow. “Because I’m the best Seal you’ve got. And I’m also the best seal you’ve got.”

  Stevenson sighs. “I’m giving you twenty-four hours to un-fuck yourself, Alfa! After that, you get your slippery mammal ass back on track. No excuses. No second chances. Don’t make me fucking regret it.”

  “Yes, sir!”

  - 14 -

  I scream when I see his face reflected in the mirror.

  “Holy shit, Winston.” I gasp and clutch my towel to my chest. “You scared me!”

  He smiles from his seat at the small dressing table. “Sorry , sweetheart, thought you heard me come in. You must have been distracted.” He eyes the spot where the towel meets, just below my hips. “I came to see how you’re feeling—since your accident yesterday?”

  “I’m fine,” I say. More than fine, I want to add, but instead I turn toward the mirror and reach for my brush.

  “Good, you gave me quite a scare. Talking about seals and bumping your head.”

  I tense when he mentions Vic
tor. I know he won’t approve of this relationship. He barely tolerates the boys like Logan that come sniffing around, but he knows I won’t succumb to the pressure. With them, my cherry is firmly intact and not at risk, but my daddy? He’ll know in an instant what’s going to happen between us. My connection with Victor is so charged and inevitable, it’d obviously be impossible to miss.

  “You’re so sweet,” I say, giving him a thankful smile. “I feel so much better but I had a long day on the beach. I think I’ll go to bed early.”

  “No Logan?”

  I laugh. “No, we’re on the outs again, I’m afraid. This time for good.”

  Winston nods. “I figured that would happen sooner or later. You’re better than him, you know.”

  “I know.”

  He seems in no hurry but I want to ready myself in case Victor returns. I walk out of the room and drop my towel, pulling on a sheer pink nightie and a pair of matching lace panties. I slip on a robe as quickly as possible, not wanting to encourage Winston in the slightest.

  He’s follows me into the room and watches me clench the flimsy robe tight at the waist. “You seem a little jumpy tonight.”

  “I told you, I’m just tired.” I gather courage. “Maybe you should leave.”

  I’ve never spoken to Winston like this before. He owns the boat. He pays for everything. He lets me live here so he can control me. And not just me, but my precious virginity, too. If I’m honest with myself, I know that’s what everything between us boils down to: My cherry and who gets to pop it. He talks about his businesses friends like Calvin, but the deals never go anywhere. Right now, with the way he’s looking at me, I know the truth.

  He wants it for himself.

  Our eyes meet and his aren’t the normal, horny but harmless, shade of blue. No, he’s got the look of one of the animals I love so much, like one of those rapey dolphins you have to keep an eye out for. He’s desperate with hunger. He stalks across the small cabin until I’m pinned against a white velvet chair. I plop down as he looms above me.