The Real SEAL : A Fairytale Navy Seal Romance

by Cherry Starr

  “Winston, you… you’re scaring me.”

  “There’s nothing to be afraid of, baby girl,” he replies. But one hand is on his fine leather belt and the other is unzipping the front of his pants. “I’ve watched you for so long, Ariella. I’ve watched you grow from a sweet little girl to a sexy young woman. I’ve watched but managed to keep my hands to myself—for the most part.” He pulls out his cock, exposing himself to me. It’s not the first time I’ve seen his less than adequate dick. There were ‘accidents’ around the house where I’d walk in and ‘catch’ him in a state of undress, cock in various stages of flaccidity. “I have a camera in here, do you know that? They’re all over the boat. On the deck and living areas upstairs. Even the bathrooms.”

  Anger, not fear, ripples through my body at the thought of such a violation. “You recorded me?”

  He nods, stepping closer, stroking his member. “I’ve watched you for years. I’ve watched your dalliances with your boyfriends. I had to be sure your virtue was still intact.” He laughs. “There were times I thought Logan was going to slip one past you. That kid was a horny fucker. Did you know I paid him off?”

  I frown. “Paid him?”

  Winston shakes his head. “You’re beautiful, Ariella, but not that smart. I paid off all of the boys that you dated over the years. Logan, Parker, Roger, Marcus, Ricardo, Andrew… even Pablo the gardener.”

  I gasp. “You knew about Pablo?”

  “I know about everything, sweetheart. Someone had to keep an eye on you. They all would have taken what’s mine, do you understand that? And you… Jesus, you’re such a delightful tease. Each thought they could be the one to break you in.”

  I stare at him, dumbfounded. Tears build in my eyes. “I think you should leave.”

  “Do you?” he says. By now his penis is larger, more excited. He’s inches from my face. “I think you should place those puffy lips around my cock and suck it.”

  “No. I...I’m not going to do that.”

  He laughs, his head tipping back. “I love that you think you have a choice.”

  The boat lurches, caught by a sudden wave outside, and Winston stumbles. I use the opportunity to lunge for the cabin door. I fling it open but feel a sharp tug on my hair. I yelp and am thrown backwards, landing on the bed in a heap. The dog tags clink beneath me and I grip them in my fingers. Winston stares at the shiny metal.

  “Where did you get those?” he asks.

  “From my daddy,” I spit, looking over his shoulder at the shadowy stairwell.

  He gives me a confused look. “They’re not mine.”

  This time I laugh. At his stupid face and limp dick. I laugh at his presumption that he can own me and my body. “You’re not my daddy, Winston. You never will be.” My eyes linger over his shoulder and the shadow turns into a man. A hulking, seven foot, two hundred and fifty pound man whose mere presence sends a lightning bolt of lust straight to my pussy. “He is.”

  - 15 -

  “Get your filthy hands off her!” I shout, charging the old man. “She’s mine!” With my super strength and badass physique I knock him out easily, smashing his face with my fist. He stumbles back, taking a pathetic swing that barely grazes my shoulder. I maneuver him into a headlock and contemplate snapping his neck.

  “Don’t hurt him,” Ariella cries. “He’s a fucking pig, but he’s family.”

  The two make eye contact and something strange passes between them. She grits her teeth. “He knows he’s already lost what he wants the most. Just get him out of here.”

  I push against the pressure point behind his neck and he passes out instantly, landing in a slump on the floor. I lug his body up the stairs and toss him out on the deck. I lean over and say, “Don’t you ever think of touching her again.”

  I kick him in his side and race back downstairs. I lock the door behind me and turn to face the woman my loins ache to see.

  “Oh my god, Victor! You saved me, again!” Ariella cries from her bed. She’s dressed in a flimsy nightgown that leaves little to the imagination. I cross the room to her and scoop her trembling frame into my arms.

  “I’ll save you over and over again, babe. Never forget that. I always protect what’s mine.”

  We fall into a kiss, the time for talking over. Her lips assault mine, pushing her fear into something more feral. We’re finally together and although our time is limited, I plan on making the most of it. My cock throbs with the idea of claiming her. Her breath hitches, making her ample and exquisite tits heave under the sheer fabric. I can’t take my eyes off her dark nipples and the glorious tuft of hair between her legs.

  “Fuck babe, I’ve got to get inside you. Now.”

  I push her back on the bed and tear off the nightie, ripping it instantly to shreds. She whimpers, cupping her round breasts like a platter of my favorite fishy treats. I lean forward and put my mouth over the left and then the right, sucking her nipples into hard, perfect points.

  While I undress, she reaches into her barely-there thong and touches herself. When my pants drop to the floor she moans, dipping two fingers further under the lacy fabric to rub her dewy cunt lips. She’s hot just from seeing me—my size and girth. She licks her lips in anticipation. I reach for her panties and they’re already drenched, soaked with the juice of her excitement. It’s enough to make my cock jump, ready to burst.

  “You’re so wet.”

  She reaches down and coats her hand, before wrapping it around my cock. Between my pre-cum and her pussy juice, I’m slippery with sex and want.

  “It’s all for you, daddy. I’ve been saving it all for you.” She rubs the nub between her legs and I climb over her.

  “Wait, what did you say?” I pull back.

  “I’ve been saving myself for the most perfect, most magical, most amazing man ever.” She bites her bottom lip. “I’m a virgin, daddy, and I want you to be the one to finally pop my cherry.”

  “A virgin?” I growl.

  Animalistic possession rears inside me and my cock, now as hard as a pure rod of high-gauge tungsten steel, grows even bigger at the news. My cock isn’t standard by any means. I’m nearly seven feet tall and two-hundred and fifty pounds of muscle and strength. My cock is no different, growing to an impressive twelve inches when fully erect.

  I’m going to nail the fuck out of this virgin hole. I’m going to ram her so hard, she’ll be torn between begging me for more and needing mercy from the sheer brutality of it. I’ll bend her over the chair and explore the puckered hole she’s stroking right now. I can’t wait to shove my cock between those fleshy red lips, past her perfect teeth and watch her tongue work me like magic. I’m going to come all over her. In her. On her. She’s going to taste my cum on her face, wipe it off her breasts and feel it dripping between her legs before the night is over. I’m going to claim every last inch of her with my spunk.

  “It’s so big,” she sighs, eyeing my cock again.

  “I’ll be gentle,” I lie. No need to frighten the girl.

  “Don’t be,” she begs. “I want it hard. So very, very hard.”

  The words are barely out of her mouth when I snap, the animal inside me finally bursting free. I flip Ariella onto her stomach, hoisting her ass into the air. She squirms to get into position but I use my powerful flippers—er, arms—to stabilize and gain control. She moans beneath me, but I line up my cock with her gushing slit and rub back and forth to drench us both in her divine lube. She’s slippery wet and ready for me and I’m beyond ready to make this girl mine.

  I force-feed my cock into her warm, delicious entrance, immediately tearing past the gift of her fragile and precious hymen. She’s so unbelievably tight. I stop, barely inside, and she begs, “Keep going, daddy, push all the way in.”

  My brain switches off as her ass wiggles closer and I ease the rest of the ten and a half inches in until I feel her body stretch around me. “Don’t stop,” she says, already moving her hips.

  This girl is a fucking keeper.

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bsp; I begin fucking her constricted pussy like a power drill, nothing but the raw force of my passion and animalistic lust driving me deeper and deeper into the velvety cavern of her lovely cunt. Ariella cries beatifically, begging for more and more, all twelve inches of my girthy, rock hard member. She takes me balls-deep and moans at being impaled on my shaft.

  Needing to see myself beneath her skin, I flip her over, onto her back, and observe the lump that appears and retreats in her belly with each thrust. My cock is so big that I can watch it penetrate her from the outside. Ariella thrashes in pure ecstasy, the globes of her perfect breasts bouncing with each motion.

  Her pussy nectar cascades and gushes until the space between us is flooded with the sweet scent of her. Such a perfect little princess.

  Ariella screams, “Fuck me, daddy! Oh, daddy! Fuck, fuck, fuck, dadddddddy!” and it’s all I can do to not bust my nut right then and there. But I’m not done claiming her yet.

  I pull my pulsating beast of a cock from the hot chamber of her silky-glazed womanhood. My perfect little princess cries mournfully at the loss, but not for long. When I straddle her chest, the enormity of my dense and veiny manhood being lifted with a firm grip, she can see the intent in my eyes. She licks her full lips in anticipation.

  “Yeah, daddy. I want to taste your cum.”

  “Fuck yes,” I growl, feeding the head of my dick to her. Ariella parts her mouth and takes it in, her jaw visibly straining with the effort. Like before, she can only manage to take most of it in, but I don’t care. Her mouth is fucking magical.

  I tenderly fuck my sweet girl’s face.

  Ariella moans at the taste of my tangy pre-ejaculate, one of her soft tiny hands coming up to cup my heavy balls.

  I thrust lovingly into the wet heat of her perfect mouth, confessing with a grunt, “You’re fucking perfect, Ariella. You’re all mine.” But I can’t stay away from the amazing, shining temptation of the spreading petals of her pussy for long. I pull my cock from her mouth with a loud, audible pop.

  Ariella gasps wildly for air, her big eyes shiny with wetness and her rampant arousal. But she doesn’t seem willing to lay back and just take it anymore. With a fierceness I can hardly believe this little princess capable of, Ariella slams me back onto the bed, straddling my hips with a hungry expression. I grab her waist with my two rough hands and guide the slippery sheath of her channel onto the steely firmness of my member.

  She throws her head back, crying an affirmative, “YES! YES, DADDY!”

  I lift her easily and bounce her on my throbbing cock, growling, “Mine, mine, mine.”

  I hit her g-spot over and over again, and Ariella agrees, “Yes! I’m yours, daddy. Yours!” I feel her clenching pussy drench me with its delectable honey as her body shakes and shudders with the force of her orgasm.

  With a few more punishing, impaling thrusts, I follow my princess right over the fucking edge, shoving my enormous cock into her with a mighty roar. My monstrous organ jerks excitedly with my release, pumping my seed into the warm confines of Ariella’s cunt with surprising force. Her eyes grow wide at the feel of my spurting jizz swelling her insides.

  All at once, we both collapse into a sweaty heap of muscles and tits and ejaculate, breathless but finally satiated.

  Finally home.

  - 16 -

  I lay, naked and spent, on the bed. My cunt has the best kind of pain, raw and battered. It’s the feeling of being claimed by a real man. The feeling of being claimed by my daddy. A feeling I never want to forget.

  His fingers are still tangled in my bush, making the occasional pass over my clit that sends quivering shivers up my spine.

  I run my fingers over his masculine chest and sigh. I could stay like this forever.

  “I’m supposed to leave,” he says suddenly. “I have a mission and have to report in two hours.”

  “You’re leaving?” I ask, trying to hide the sadness threatening to rip me apart.

  “I have no choice, babe. The entire country needs me out there, keeping the shores safe. I have a duty to fulfil.”

  I do a poor job of hiding my misery. “But what will I do without you?”

  He leans forward and cups my chin. “I can’t ask you to wait, but—”

  I kiss him, drowning out his protest. “The country needs you, daddy. Just as much as I do—maybe more. I’ll be okay. I’ll wait. Really, I have no other choice.” Before he can make another move, I straddle his monster cock, and prove to him that he owns me.

  He fucking owns me.

  At dawn we make love again on the deck, screwing in the basking glow of the sunrise. The pink glow lights his skin on fire. When there’s not another minute more he whispers in my ear, “I love you, Ariella.”

  He rushes to the railing as if waiting one more second will break him. I follow after him, watching as he flies over the edge, diving toward the ocean below.

  “I love you, Victor!” I scream. “I love you!”

  He hits the surface and transforms, emerging as a the gray, silky seal that stole my heart. I wave, wiping thick tears off my cheeks.

  He thrusts a flipper into the air and bark his goodbye before diving deep in the ocean.

  - epilogue -

  It’s another beautiful day in Hawaii. My paddle board glides across the mirror-like water toward the tiny beach that has become my favorite . The sun is hot today and I take a break, resting on the top of my board. With my feet dangling in the water, I lean back on my elbows. In the distance I hear the familiar, yet painful, “Arf, arf, arf,” call of the Monk Seals near shore. I fight the urge to call back.

  It’s been five months since Victor Alfa left for his top secret mission. We fucked all night, proclaimed our love for one another, and then he vanished. Sometimes I wonder if I dreamed the whole thing. I rest a hand on my belly and gaze toward the horizon. No, that isn’t possible. Victor Alfa is mine—even if I haven’t seen him in so long.

  Winston was furious when he came back to the boat the day after Victor and I consummated our relationship. He had a black eye and knew within minutes what I’d done. Instantly, my value in his life decreased. I was worth nothing to him without my virginity to sell to the highest bidder. He kicked me off the boat. I’ve been living in a tiny house on the northern shore ever since, working as a waitress to make ends meet.

  He thinks I’m foolish for letting a Navy Seal get the best of me.

  He thinks I’m crazy for thinking he’ll be back.

  But I know better. Victor loves me and he’ll return when he’s finished with his assignment. We’re meant for each other. The both of us could search far and wide, human and seal-kind, and we’d still come up empty, longing for one another. I can feel it in my bones.

  A pod of dolphins swims nearby and I watch as the mommy, daddy, and baby dip and dive in the water. I long to swim with the sea creatures. On a whim I stand and tighten the string on my bikini. Lately the top feels too tight, my round breasts bulging at the fabric. I drop off the board, feet first into the water and lose myself to the majesty of the ocean.

  The dolphins are already gone, but a large sea turtle swims nearby. I reach out and touch his back, feeling the smooth, hard surface. A dark shadow swims to my left and the turtle darts off. Sharks like these waters. I need to be careful out here alone.

  I make my way back to the board and after a few attempts it’s clear I won’t be able to get back on top.

  That’s when I lose it. I break down and cry. I need Victor. I need his strong arms and controlling touch. I don’t care if he’s man or seal. I just want him back in my life.

  A school of fish darts under my feet and the shadow lurks closer. I’ve got to get on the board. Got to, I think, using my elbows for leverage. I feel something slick brush past my leg and I fight back a scream. It happens again, this time against my belly and I sob even harder. I don’t want to die out here. Not like this.

  I close my eyes and pray that the shark will leave, but something touches my feet and then rubs
across my breasts. I’m about to dive deep when a flipper nudges against my behind and I’m pushed upward on top of the board. I sprawl on the surface, ass up, but scramble to my knees. Looking down I see a blob swimming straight for the surface.

  The water breaks, cascading like rain, and I gasp at the sight before me.

  “Victor?”

  “Ariella! What are you doing out here all alone?”

  “You’re back!” I cry, ignoring his question. He climbs on the board and pulls me into a tight embrace. “I was afraid you’d been injured. Or worse.”

  “I’m safe,” he says, kissing my mouth. His hands run along my body, taking me in. When he reaches my breasts he stops and tilts his head. “We dropped a shit-ton of bombs on those fucking North Koreans. We did our duty.”

  “I have something to tell you,” I say, but he’s skimmed past my tits to my stomach. It’s not huge yet but it’s there. I lay a hand on it protectively. He places his on top.

  “You’re pregnant?”

  I nod, fearful that he won’t believe it’s his, or worse—that he won’t want it at all.

  “Five months.”

  His mouth breaks into a wide smile and in seconds he’s on his knees. I can’t hold back the tears as he leans forward, kissing my belly all over.

  “We’re having a baby?” he asks, as though he needs me to say it out loud.

  “No,” I assure him. “We’re having a pup.”

  His eyes brighten with glee and the rough exterior of my Alfa slips long enough that I see the adorable man deliriously happy to be a father.

  His forehead presses against mine. “I love you,” he whispers. He touches my belly with a wide, flat hand. “I love our little pup growing in your belly.”

  “I love you, too, daddy.”

  “I always thought my heart belonged to the Navy,” he says. “But now I know I can have more than one love. You, this pup, and the Navy. You all have a place in my life.”