from Offren, his cruelest brother.
Jeenai stood tall, not ashamed of the change in his
form. "What do you want, oh, my brothers? If only to mock me, I'll
take my leave."
"We didn't come to mock, oh, my brother." Krall made
a menacing gesture toward Offren and Persis, who subsided with
snide grins. "We come to see your success."
"Or failure," put in Tyde. "Have you had the fuck
with your split-tail fem yet?"
"Her name is Helena," Jeenai told them.
They looked at each other, surprised by the voice
issuing from his throat.
Gile and Moral, who had shared the same womb, spoke
together. "When will you return to the sea, Jeenai? We miss your
presence at the revels and in the hunt."
Jeenai shook his head. "I don't plan to return, oh,
my brothers." He looked over his shoulder, back to the house where
a single light burned in the window for him. "I love this fem. I
want to stay with her, if she'll have me."
"And if she doesn't, you'll turn to foam and die!"
Offren gestured angrily. "You'll give your life for a human
emotion? You are a fool, oh, my brother!"
"You can believe such, if you want." Jeenai had no
desire to fight with his brother, or even to defend himself. "I
have made my choice. It is what I want."
"Then go," said Krall, the only of his brothers who
seemed to understand Jeenai's desire. "Leave us, oh, my brother,
before these others drag you back into the ocean for spite."
They would do it, too, and he saw it in their eyes.
Persis, who prided himself on being one of the best warriors of the
Carrageenai. Tyde, who followed Persis in all he did. Offren, who
bore a scar from an encounter with a human boat, and hated all
split-tails because of it. Finally, Gile and Moral, who thought and
acted as one.
Jeenai could fight them all, but that meant he'd
lose his legs. He'd lose Helena. Instead, he turned and did what he
had never before done in his life when faced with a conflict. He
ran.
For
the first time since discovering her fiancé's true nature, Helena
had slept the entire night through with only pleasant dreams. She
woke rested in an empty bed, with sunlight shining golden through
her window and a pleasant ache over every single inch of her
body.
She rolled over and hugged her pillow, which smelled
of him. At some time during the night, her dream man must have
shared the bed with her, though now he was gone. A wave of warmth
swept over her at the memories of what they had shared. Had it only
been two days ago that she'd found him?
Two days of bliss. Two days of the most incredible
sex with the most perfect man. She sniffed the pillow again to
convince herself this wasn't all just part of her dream. If this
wasn't a dream, that meant one of two things. This was real, or she
was crazy.
"I don't feel crazy," Helena said aloud. She felt
incredibly satisfied. She'd never had sex like that, not even with
herself. She'd come so many times she'd lost count.
And multiple orgasms for him? If she'd understood
his sign language, that meant he'd come nearly as many times as she
had. Without ejaculating, too. Pregnancy wasn't a concern for her
anyway, she was on the pill, but she ought to have insisted he wear
a condom. Then again, she thought with a grin she couldn't seem to
get rid of, how likely was it that a merman would have STDs?
Her smile faded. Unless she really was crazy, and he
was some lunatic she'd found on the beach and brought home to fuck
indiscriminately.
She thought of the way he communicated with his
hands, his webbed fingers, the color of his skin and the black
depths of his eyes. If he wasn't a merman, what was he?
Helena had too much instinct for self-preservation
not to chide herself. She'd been irresponsible to bring him here in
the first place. He needed medical help, but a hospital would
quickly figure out he wasn't human. What would they do to him
there? Fill him with needles, run tests? Maybe even keep
Jeenai stood tall, not ashamed of the change in his
form. "What do you want, oh, my brothers? If only to mock me, I'll
take my leave."
"We didn't come to mock, oh, my brother." Krall made
a menacing gesture toward Offren and Persis, who subsided with
snide grins. "We come to see your success."
"Or failure," put in Tyde. "Have you had the fuck
with your split-tail fem yet?"
"Her name is Helena," Jeenai told them.
They looked at each other, surprised by the voice
issuing from his throat.
Gile and Moral, who had shared the same womb, spoke
together. "When will you return to the sea, Jeenai? We miss your
presence at the revels and in the hunt."
Jeenai shook his head. "I don't plan to return, oh,
my brothers." He looked over his shoulder, back to the house where
a single light burned in the window for him. "I love this fem. I
want to stay with her, if she'll have me."
"And if she doesn't, you'll turn to foam and die!"
Offren gestured angrily. "You'll give your life for a human
emotion? You are a fool, oh, my brother!"
"You can believe such, if you want." Jeenai had no
desire to fight with his brother, or even to defend himself. "I
have made my choice. It is what I want."
"Then go," said Krall, the only of his brothers who
seemed to understand Jeenai's desire. "Leave us, oh, my brother,
before these others drag you back into the ocean for spite."
They would do it, too, and he saw it in their eyes.
Persis, who prided himself on being one of the best warriors of the
Carrageenai. Tyde, who followed Persis in all he did. Offren, who
bore a scar from an encounter with a human boat, and hated all
split-tails because of it. Finally, Gile and Moral, who thought and
acted as one.
Jeenai could fight them all, but that meant he'd
lose his legs. He'd lose Helena. Instead, he turned and did what he
had never before done in his life when faced with a conflict. He
ran.
For
the first time since discovering her fiancé's true nature, Helena
had slept the entire night through with only pleasant dreams. She
woke rested in an empty bed, with sunlight shining golden through
her window and a pleasant ache over every single inch of her
body.
She rolled over and hugged her pillow, which smelled
of him. At some time during the night, her dream man must have
shared the bed with her, though now he was gone. A wave of warmth
swept over her at the memories of what they had shared. Had it only
been two days ago that she'd found him?
Two days of bliss. Two days of the most incredible
sex with the most perfect man. She sniffed the pillow again to
convince herself this wasn't all just part of her dream. If this
wasn't a dream, that meant one of two things. This was real, or she
was crazy.
"I don't feel crazy," Helena said aloud. She felt
incredibly satisfied. She'd never had sex like that, not even with
herself. She'd come so many times she'd lost count.
And multiple orgasms for him? If she'd understood
his sign language, that meant he'd come nearly as many times as she
had. Without ejaculating, too. Pregnancy wasn't a concern for her
anyway, she was on the pill, but she ought to have insisted he wear
a condom. Then again, she thought with a grin she couldn't seem to
get rid of, how likely was it that a merman would have STDs?
Her smile faded. Unless she really was crazy, and he
was some lunatic she'd found on the beach and brought home to fuck
indiscriminately.
She thought of the way he communicated with his
hands, his webbed fingers, the color of his skin and the black
depths of his eyes. If he wasn't a merman, what was he?
Helena had too much instinct for self-preservation
not to chide herself. She'd been irresponsible to bring him here in
the first place. He needed medical help, but a hospital would
quickly figure out he wasn't human. What would they do to him
there? Fill him with needles, run tests? Maybe even keep
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