crushed her closer, avoiding her accusing eyes. They were blue, a deep, shimmering blue. “I cannot keep you here, Megaleen,” he murmured against her hair. It smelled of honeysuckle and of her own sweet musk. He inhaled deeply. “It isn’t safe,” he went on. How silky her skin was. As if they had a will of their own, his fingers could not resist touching, fondling the golden hairs that lightly furred her arms and overspread the V between her thighs. It held a great fascination for him, because the selkie females were hairless except for their long, flowing manes.
“I could not bring myself to keep you,” he said. “I still cannot justify it, though I want you beyond bearing. You cannot exist beneath the waves for long periods. You are a daughter of Eve. That you do so here now is only temporary, and I cannot exist long upon the land.”
“Why not?” Meg said. “Others do.”
“Not voluntarily, my love,” he lamented. “Not unless they are tricked. It is the nature of the selkie to live in the sea, just as it is the nature of mortals to live upon land. We are what we are, Megaleen. As a priestess of the Isle, you will be safe—protected….”
“You know what it entails, my becoming a priestess,” she said. “You pointed it out to me, if you remember.”
He could not prevent his hands from palming her breasts, his fingers from touching the tips of her nipples, bringing them erect. He was helpless to prevent his tongue from flicking the tawny buds and circling their pebbled areola.
“On Midsummer’s Eve, I am to mate with the shaman priest who must take my virtue as part of the initiation,” she murmured, writhing beneath his tongue. “There is more that you do not know, but it is not likely I shall ever see it. Once it is discovered that I am no virgin, instead of a priestess, I will become a blood sacrifice to appease the gods. That is how ‘safe’ I will be, Lord of the Deep. I thought you had saved me from a life that would whither my body and my spirit. Instead, you have condemned me to death. You should have let the waterhorse drown me. Such a death would at least have been kinder.”
Simeon would hear no more. Bending, he took her lips with a hungry mouth, his tongue entwined with hers. His cock was bursting, aching for her fingertips to stroke it, throbbing in anticipation of those velvet lips wrapped around its veined shaft. She moaned into his mouth, and the sound resonated though his body as she undulated against him.
She was his for the taking. What was it about the sweet flesh of this mortal female that bewitched him so? He needed to delve more deeply into that. Was she the sorceress she’d been accused? He could think of no other explanation. Many mortals had aroused him. Many had become obsessed with him, but he had never been enchanted by a mortal before. It was not a comfortable thing.
He cursed Gideon, Lord of the Dark, under his breath. If only Gideon hadn’t meddled. Simeon knew he’d made the right decision in returning Meg to the Isle of Mists. If the dark lord hadn’t interfered, she would be preparing for her initiation into the sisterhood of priestesses now, and in time, she would have forgotten her brief interlude with the Lord of the Deep. Could she exist in his watery netherworld? She existed in it now only because the palace was part of one of the many subterranean air pockets that existed magically beneath the waves. It was only a pleasant fiction to believe it could continue indefinitely…Wasn’t it? He was beginning to wrack his brain for a way to make that dream a reality.
His cock was so engorged he feared it would burst, and the pressure called him back to the situation at hand. Meg’s exquisite body was arched against him, begging him to fill her. It was no use. Driving her hand down to his groin, he crimped her fingers around the thick, hard bulk of his sex. It leapt at her touch, the hot mushroom tip leaking fine pearly dew drops of pre-come. She
“I could not bring myself to keep you,” he said. “I still cannot justify it, though I want you beyond bearing. You cannot exist beneath the waves for long periods. You are a daughter of Eve. That you do so here now is only temporary, and I cannot exist long upon the land.”
“Why not?” Meg said. “Others do.”
“Not voluntarily, my love,” he lamented. “Not unless they are tricked. It is the nature of the selkie to live in the sea, just as it is the nature of mortals to live upon land. We are what we are, Megaleen. As a priestess of the Isle, you will be safe—protected….”
“You know what it entails, my becoming a priestess,” she said. “You pointed it out to me, if you remember.”
He could not prevent his hands from palming her breasts, his fingers from touching the tips of her nipples, bringing them erect. He was helpless to prevent his tongue from flicking the tawny buds and circling their pebbled areola.
“On Midsummer’s Eve, I am to mate with the shaman priest who must take my virtue as part of the initiation,” she murmured, writhing beneath his tongue. “There is more that you do not know, but it is not likely I shall ever see it. Once it is discovered that I am no virgin, instead of a priestess, I will become a blood sacrifice to appease the gods. That is how ‘safe’ I will be, Lord of the Deep. I thought you had saved me from a life that would whither my body and my spirit. Instead, you have condemned me to death. You should have let the waterhorse drown me. Such a death would at least have been kinder.”
Simeon would hear no more. Bending, he took her lips with a hungry mouth, his tongue entwined with hers. His cock was bursting, aching for her fingertips to stroke it, throbbing in anticipation of those velvet lips wrapped around its veined shaft. She moaned into his mouth, and the sound resonated though his body as she undulated against him.
She was his for the taking. What was it about the sweet flesh of this mortal female that bewitched him so? He needed to delve more deeply into that. Was she the sorceress she’d been accused? He could think of no other explanation. Many mortals had aroused him. Many had become obsessed with him, but he had never been enchanted by a mortal before. It was not a comfortable thing.
He cursed Gideon, Lord of the Dark, under his breath. If only Gideon hadn’t meddled. Simeon knew he’d made the right decision in returning Meg to the Isle of Mists. If the dark lord hadn’t interfered, she would be preparing for her initiation into the sisterhood of priestesses now, and in time, she would have forgotten her brief interlude with the Lord of the Deep. Could she exist in his watery netherworld? She existed in it now only because the palace was part of one of the many subterranean air pockets that existed magically beneath the waves. It was only a pleasant fiction to believe it could continue indefinitely…Wasn’t it? He was beginning to wrack his brain for a way to make that dream a reality.
His cock was so engorged he feared it would burst, and the pressure called him back to the situation at hand. Meg’s exquisite body was arched against him, begging him to fill her. It was no use. Driving her hand down to his groin, he crimped her fingers around the thick, hard bulk of his sex. It leapt at her touch, the hot mushroom tip leaking fine pearly dew drops of pre-come. She
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