Atlantis Allure

by eXtasy's Collective Mind

  “But we’re here. We’re in Atlantis.”

  “Right now?” She stared at him and nodded slowly. “Sure we are. How are we breathing then?”

  “I’m breathing through my gills. You’re breathing oxygen dissolved into the water. We’ve perfected the technology over the centuries and even created little habitats like this one to make things easier to take for our first-time guests.”

  Arianna scowled. “This isn’t funny, Phantom—or whatever your name is.” She rose to her feet. “I’m going now without my blanket. Have a good holiday, and maybe I’ll catch up with you sometime in Shan-gri-la or Nirvana or Valhalla or some other fictional locale. Good day.” With back ramrod straight and nose high in the air, she spun about on her heels and marched off toward the hotel in the distance. That is, until she hit an invisible brick wall, bounced off it, stumbled backward and landed hard on her backside on her beach blanket.

  “What the hell was that?” She rubbed her bruised forehead and looked hard at where she had just stood. She hadn’t seen it previously, but there seemed to be an unusual sheen glowing on the horizon, like the world was wrapped up in clear plastic—or in a bubble of translucent soap…

  “Do you believe me now?” her sexy captor asked. “We’re approximately twenty thousand leagues beneath the surface. While you were napping, I slipped you into a transport bubble and shifted some of the beach sand along with you to take to Atlantis. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you outright that I wanted you as my mate. I was afraid you’d think I was insane or worse and run away.”

  “Damn right I would have!” Arianna fumed and sat up. It was all ridiculous and she couldn’t wait to wake up from this sunstroke induced dream. And then, she thought about what he said again. “Did you say you wanted me as your mate?”

  He smiled and scooted closer to her. His fingers lightly stroked the sides of her arms, sending familiar shivers of anticipation racing up and down her spine. “Yes, Atlanteans have been capturing mates from the surface for many centuries now. Otherwise, we would have become inbred long ago and died off. So it’s better for our society if we look elsewhere for… mates.”

  Her jaw dropped in amazement. “Mates. Uh-huh. I know what you mean. You mean breeders. Men!” She crossed her arms over her ample chest. “That’s all a woman is good for—to have your offspring. They think alike even if they’re half-fish and live in the ocean rather than are half-Neanderthal and live in the city. Sheesh!”

  Phantom pouted sadly. “No, no, that’s not it at all. I find you to be very stimulating intellectually.”

  “How is that?” She crossed her eyes in frustration. “We haven’t said more than ten words to each other at one time. You don’t even know that I have a Ph.D. in Early American Literature. I’m just some curly-haired bimbo who looks good in a somewhat modest two piece swimsuit.”

  “A very sexy curly-haired bimbo with a minor in American History with particular emphasis in the Civil War and Reconstruction periods.”

  Arianna gulped. “How on earth did you know that? I don’t believe my last two boyfriends knew I minored in history…” She leaned away from his expert touch as he danced his digits across the tops of her thighs. “Have you been following me around?”

  “Yes, I have. I’m the one who implanted the idea into your dreams to come to the ocean. You had been thinking of going to the mountains. A nice holiday location, but the Sasquatch tribe doesn’t need human mates as much as we do.”

  She bit her lip thoughtfully. “Yes, it did seem odd of me to suddenly want to go to the beach for my spring break from the college. I don’t really like the water, and I had been thinking of learning how to snow ski so I’d have something in common with—”

  “Darrell Nixon, head of the foreign languages department.” Phantom paused and smiled at her look of amazement. “Yes, I’ve been watching him as well. He isn’t worthy of you, Arianna. And he has a girlfriend in Rome whom he visits when he does his semester abroad teaching once a year. You don’t need a two-timing human for your mate.”

  “I need you, right?” She chuckled at his arrogance. “How do I know that you don’t have some gorgeous mermaid mate swimming around here somewhere already? I could be just a little bit of something on the side—something the authorities told you capture to improve the breeding stock. Atlantis getting low on halfway bearable-looking female intellectuals, huh?”

  His jaw dropped open. He appeared stunned by her words. “No, it’s not that at all… I—I felt attracted to you the moment I laid eyes on you at the aquarium. You remember the night they dedicated the Arts and Sciences school’s new aquarium? All the faculty of the college were there at the gala. You were wearing that dangerously low cut black velour gown with a thigh high slit up the side…” He took a deep, shaky breath. “It was very difficult for me not to ravish you, then and there.”

  “I don’t recall seeing you at that event. You were actually at the aquarium?” She frowned as he beamed a bold grin at her. “Oh, my goodness… You were in the aquarium, weren’t you?”

  “Yes, I shapeshifted until I appeared to be a bottlenose dolphin in the large pool close to where the cocktail party took place. It was the first time in my life that I wished I wasn’t an Atlantean. I longed to walk by your side.”

  Arianna gasped. “You were a fish? So how come you appear to be human to me now?”

  “I can appear to you however you wish. But this male form seemed to repeat itself over and over in the dreams of yours I scanned.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “This image seemed to…excite you. A lot.”

  She nodded. What secrets could she keep from a creature with psychic powers and the ability to shapeshift? “You mean I like to masturbate while dreaming of this image. I think I spied this hunk’s image in a dentist’s waiting room magazine, and it’s just sort of stayed with me. I’ve always found the blond, muscle-bound type… exciting.”

  “Yes, and it’s so different from Darrell—a scrawny, pencil-necked geek who can’t even lift his own backpack on occasion. I thought it best to seduce you with a form that your body would respond to.” He stroked the inside of her thigh. She sighed. “And you definitely respond to me in this form.”

  “Uh-huh.” She lay back and melted into the touch. His fingers roamed closer to her damp-pussy and slid under the material. “So you’re my own private fantasy man that can satisfy my sexual cravings. I guess this hasn’t been an entirely wasted vacation then.”

  He grinned and began to rub her clit in earnest. “No, not at all.”

  She groaned and arched her back, eager for his touch. “All right, you can do me this way, but none of that interspecies mating. I’m not ready to become a mother to a human, let alone a human-porpoise hybrid.”

  “Atlantean, not porpoise. And I shapeshifted into a dolphin, not a porpoise. There is a difference.”

  “Hmm, I suppose.” Arianna felt the warmth of her imminent orgasm spreading across her body. Her hands drifted to her breasts. Her nipples were already peaking under the stretch fabric of the bikini top. She pushed the cups aside and tweaked them in rhythm with his ministrations. He bent and took one into his mouth, suckling until her toes curled. “Oh, my, yes, yes!”

  She bucked against his hand as wave after wave of release rolled over her like a crashing tsunami. Gasping for breath, she finally pushed his hand away. “Thanks. That was…indescribable. How did you do that? I don’t think I’ve ever come like that before. Did you slip something into my water bottle by chance?”

  He stretched out beside her. “Yes, I did actually. But it was only a potion to make the adaptation to the water pressure easier on you and not an aphrodisiac.” He grinned and playfully kissed her nose. “I have a feeling you don’t need any artificial means to enjoy yourself sexually, Arianna.”

  “True enough. I’ve never had any problems in that area. It’s the other part of the relationship I suck at—” She blushed at the verb. “I mean I have trouble connecting with men who are on my intellectual plane that aren�
��t a bunch of stuck-up, pompous twits. And it’s hard to find ones who aren’t are geeky types like two-timing Darrell. Go figure.”

  “Don’t beat yourself up about it. A special woman like you is more than most human males can handle. But as far as I’m concerned…” He trailed his finger in a feather light caress from the side of her face down to the V between her breasts. “As far as I’m concerned, you are perfect in every way.”

  “Thank you.” Arianna sighed and leaned closer to his hand. So what if he was a merman Atlantean? So what if she had gone totally mental and was dreaming this whole wild scenario up? She was on vacation! She might as well relax and enjoy herself… Her dream man certainly had the softest, most exquisite touch she’d ever experienced.

  He brought his lips to hers in a gentle, yet demanding kiss. Her lips parted to invite him to kiss her deeper still, their tongues entwining and twirling in a dance of passion. His hands roved across her generous curves, stopping at the junction of her thighs. He gently moved her legs apart to access her still anxious pussy.

  “Here, let me get out of these wet things,” she purred, kicking off the unwanted barrier. She sat up and struggled with the tie of her bikini top. “Damn! I must have tied a granny knot in it. Can you get it off?”

  He winked. “My pleasure.”

  Suddenly, he flashed razor-sharp fangs the likes of which Arianna had only seen in vampire films and TV shows. With one swift bite, her swim top string was cut in two. She gulped and blinked twice. The second time she opened her eyes, his incisors had returned to normal. “Uh, that was some trick there. Is that what your real teeth look like?”

  He shrugged. “Yes. Do they frighten you?”

  “Well, they are a bit… different than I’m used to. You promise not to bite me, okay?”

  Phantom laughed and pulled her into his embrace. “I promise—unless you beg me to bite you—and then, I will only do so gently. I don’t wish to harm my alluring human mate. I only desire to worship her and drink in all her beauty. I only want to…” He lowered his lips to hers once more.

  Arianna surrendered her fears, her passions, her body to her new lover and allowed him to part her thighs once more. He slipped one finger, then another, into her slick passage. She gasped as he worked his magic, pumping into her while simultaneously stroking her sensitive nub. His touch revived her desire and numbed her fears about inter-species mating.

  “Um, is there anything I should know about Atlantean male… appendages, by chance?” she said, panting hard now. She could feel his rock hard cock straining against the material of his suit, rubbing against her belly. “They don’t sport razor-sharp fins by chance, do they?”

  Phantom chuckled. “No, they’re not sharp in any sense of the word, but they are rather…” He let his words trail off as he rolled to his side and slid off his sole piece of clothing. “They are rather on the large side, I’m afraid. I hope you don’t mind.”

  Arianna sat up and manually shut her dropped jaw. Gulp! Her heart beat a rapid tattoo, threatening to burst out of her chest. Gargantuan would have been a more appropriate adjective! Her focus remained glued to Phantom’s thick, straight, red cock, standing proudly with a shimmer of pre-cum glistening on its tip.

  Before she could change her mind or move, he scooped her up and positioned her straddling his hips, facing him. “It’s all right, Arianna. I can shapeshift to a more human size if you like.”

  “No—you’re fine the way you are.” She took a deep breath and began to massage the tip of his mammoth manhood against her pussy. “Hmm, I like a challenge.” Slowly she lowered herself onto his throbbing phallus, taking a deep breath as the thickness of the base rose up to meet her clit. He grasped her firmly about the hips and began their dance of passion. His thrusts began gentle at first, then more insistent.

  Arianna blew out her held breath and threw back her head with a laugh of pure joy. Heavens above! The incredible sensations spiraling outward from her clenching pussy muscles threatened to swallow her whole. The blood rushed to her head as she was filled with his inconceivable fullness.

  “I want you, Arianna Matthews,” Phantom said, continuing the intimate assault on her senses, “Will you consent to be my queen?”

  “Queen?” she replied, panting. “No can do. I’m American.”

  “No matter. I want you for my forever mate. Do you consent?” He increased the pacing and intensity of his thrusts.

  Her womanly muscles clenched tighter about his cock. Delicious tremors engulfed her, spreading outward from her cunt. All rational thoughts fled her college-trained, overly logical mind. “Oh, yes! Yes!” Arianna cried, her voice not her own. She was bewitched. She had shapeshifted herself into another being, one who could give herself utterly and totally to this man without reservation.

  “Then it shall be so.”

  “Yes, it shall be so,” she mimicked as the delightful tightness in her belly increased. She corkscrewed her hips faster about his insistent cock, sending her mind reeling and supernovas exploding across her eyes. The orgasmic wave crested and rose again and again, crashing them ever closer to the realms of bliss.

  Phantom cried out, “Arianna!” as he seed pulsed within her.

  She shrieked his name in reply as the final peak of her orgasm overwhelmed her. Then she collapsed against his solid chest with a long sigh. “That was… phenomenal,” she murmured a few minutes later.

  “Thank you.” He held her closer. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. I know I did.”

  She rested her head across his heart and stroked his chest hairs. Funny, they didn’t quite feel like chest hair but more like the down of bird. Her eyes peeped open. “Oh!” Arianna pulled up on an elbow and observed her Atlantean lover as he lightly doze.

  His soft skin was almost sapphire in hue, the thin downy covering on his chest and arms a silvery white, and the fin on the crescent-shaped crest of his head… a deep blue-green color.

  A crest on his head! Arianna gasped. Her hands flew to her racing heart. What had she done…? She had made love to a blue-skinned, bald guy with an unbelievably large cock and razor sharp teeth. And he had asked her to be his queen, his forever mate, and she had said yes. It seemed like a fairy tale in the making.

  “My love, you are not afraid of my real form?” Phantom had opened his dark black eyes, observing her as she observed him. “I do not frighten you?”

  She lay down beside him on the blanket once more and sighed. “No, not at all. You actually are very handsome.”

  “Thank you. And you will stay with me?”

  “I…I did say I would, didn’t I?”

  “Yes, you did. But it was in the heat of passion. I will not hold such a promise against you.”

  “You won’t?” She lifted her head and found him smiling at her. Smiling with big, white, sharp, pointed teeth.

  His gaze fell to her momentary look of confusion. He shifted his incisors into more human-like dental appendages. “No,” he said, “I won’t. But I do ask that you stay with us a while and get to know us better.” He smiled and tenderly stroked her cheek. “You might change your mind.”

  “I might.” She grinned. “Are all Atlanteans as handsome and as noble as you, Phantom?”

  He laughed. “Yes. But the women are more beautiful than handsome—although none could hold a glowfish to you, my love.”

  She blushed. “Stop it! You say the nicest things.”

  “And I mean them. So you will stay and spend the rest of your holiday with us here in Atlantis?” he asked, his eyes imploring.

  Arianna bit her lip. Should she? What else could she be doing that was anywhere as new and strange and exciting as visiting a legendary city under the sea? What other man could she be with who was more sexy, more dashing, and more tender than Phantom, a prince of Atlantis?

  She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Her eyes drifted to the swiftly rising evidence of his desire for her. She smiled. “Of course I’ll stay for a visit. I only just got here.” She slow
ly licked her lips. “Hmm, and I’d love to see… more. Much more.”

  He pulled her close and kissed her passionately.

  Arianna moaned her reply against his lips. Stranger things could happen, she supposed, when a girl enjoyed her spring break at the beach.

  SLIDING INTO THE SEA

  C. D. Conejo

  The waves caressed Sabrina’s soft skin. The sand gently smoothed her, opened her to every sensation. Sabrina’s long dark hair wrapped around her slender torso, showing only the hint of her curving breasts and taut, alert nipples. She lay back and let the sun warm every part of her. And once again, the cooling waves broke over her.

  Danilo had been gone so long she hardly could call up his face in her memory. She shut her eyes tight, trying to imagine him, standing at the water’s edge where she last had seen him, looking out to sea. His black hair had been buffeted by the wind, his blue eyes had been the color of the sky. But she could not see his face.

  The image did bring up what she remembered all too well. She licked her lips, salty with the sea, at the memory of his hands, what they had started to do to her. She pulled her long hair away from her body, spreading it out on the sand, and with her own small hands, she tried to recreate the feeling of Danilo’s strong fingers and hard, dry palms on her tender skin. But she could not be as rough, as gentle or as insistent as he had been. Nor could she replace his fingers with his lips, with his tongue and teeth, as he had.

  But her body did remember her passionate response to his caresses, her unrestrained pleasure in reciprocating. Now she responded to her own touch, even if it couldn’t be Danilo’s, and she felt herself warmed by more than just the sun. Her own fingers pulled on her nipples, pinched and teased them, then one hand trailed down her belly. Here she needed no memory, only her desire, for here was where Danilo had stopped. His hands had touched her waist, her hips, and had stopped.

  Sabrina tensed with the recollection of her frustration, her forced smile, encouragement, and assurances of satisfaction when Danilo had stopped himself. He knew he was leaving, he didn’t want to hurt her, didn’t want to take from her what she could give and give her nothing in return.