buttocks and pulled them apart, making her cunt gape even more. With one hand he pushed down on his cock, then in one motion buried it to the hilt in her hot pussy. He was in heaven. Truly, his life could not get any better than this moment.
Maya looked across at the mirror and watched as the master stood over her in a semi-crouch, his cock driving in and out in full strokes. The sight was too much to bear. She started to whimper and clench her pussy muscles as an orgasm unlike anything she had known before started to build up from deep inside her.
He felt her approaching climax, felt her pussy tighten around his cock and knew he could not hold off any longer. His face contorted and his come jetted hotly from his cock deep into her pussy as he pushed as far into her as he could.
In the mirror Maya saw his body strain as the orgasm overcame him. The sight of him thrusting into her and the feel of his come spurting inside her in a hot torrent of warmth made her own climax suddenly pinnacle in a cry of ecstasy, while outside the wind howled around the chimneys and the rain lashed against the windowpanes.
Spent, Maya unfolded to rest on her side, as he collapsed on the rug beside her. He was breathing heavily, and Maya moved to half cover him. He held her close as his breathing slowed and they kissed languidly as the fires of their passion burned down to a slow simmer.
She stretched out luxuriously on the rug in the aftermath of their lovemaking. She would not ask for her freedom now, and risk having him take her at her word and thrust her out into the dark to totter and stumble her way back to the sea over unfamiliar terrain and on unfamiliar legs. Just now, she would rather sleep than swim. Morning—and the return of her selkie skin—would come soon enough.
A smile of intense satisfaction drifted over her face at the thought. Not just the thought of returning to her seal form either, but the remembrance of what she had done to earn it. The earning had satisfied the both of them. He had certainly satisfied her in more ways than she could count and more thoroughly than ever she had been before.
Really, humans had better sex than seals did. There was no doubt in her mind about that at all. She could almost envy humans, gangly upright creatures that they were.
The pleasure had not all been on her side, though. She had made sure of that. No human however greedy, could want more of her than she had freely given to her captor. She had pleased the man well enough to get her skin back, she would lay her life on it.
The man leaned up on his elbow and looked curiously at her. “What strange thoughts are going through your head as you lay there, creature of the sea?” He put out his hand and stroked her hair, idly winding a strand of her hair around his forefinger. “Tell me what is going through your mind.”
She was more than half asleep already, and the rhythmic stroking of his hand on her hair calmed her further. “When morning comes,” she murmured through the haze of sleep that was clouding her mind, “you must give me back my skin.”
She awoke reluctantly the following morning and stretched her arms out behind her, easing the ache in her muscles from the unusual sleeping position and wishing for the coolness of the ocean waves on her thick and heavy head. Sure, human sex was terrific, but even humans could not be making love all day and night.
She had never been a human for half this long all at once before and she was beginning to tire of it. Being a human was quite different from what she had imagined. Everything about it was different. The way she walked, lumbering along the ground on her two feet instead of the effortless glide through the water of her seal form. The food she ate—long dead, all of it. The continual dryness of the world above the sea. Even when it rained heavily, as it had during the night, she was never more than half damp. What she wouldn’t give to be wet again. Properly wet all over,
Maya looked across at the mirror and watched as the master stood over her in a semi-crouch, his cock driving in and out in full strokes. The sight was too much to bear. She started to whimper and clench her pussy muscles as an orgasm unlike anything she had known before started to build up from deep inside her.
He felt her approaching climax, felt her pussy tighten around his cock and knew he could not hold off any longer. His face contorted and his come jetted hotly from his cock deep into her pussy as he pushed as far into her as he could.
In the mirror Maya saw his body strain as the orgasm overcame him. The sight of him thrusting into her and the feel of his come spurting inside her in a hot torrent of warmth made her own climax suddenly pinnacle in a cry of ecstasy, while outside the wind howled around the chimneys and the rain lashed against the windowpanes.
Spent, Maya unfolded to rest on her side, as he collapsed on the rug beside her. He was breathing heavily, and Maya moved to half cover him. He held her close as his breathing slowed and they kissed languidly as the fires of their passion burned down to a slow simmer.
She stretched out luxuriously on the rug in the aftermath of their lovemaking. She would not ask for her freedom now, and risk having him take her at her word and thrust her out into the dark to totter and stumble her way back to the sea over unfamiliar terrain and on unfamiliar legs. Just now, she would rather sleep than swim. Morning—and the return of her selkie skin—would come soon enough.
A smile of intense satisfaction drifted over her face at the thought. Not just the thought of returning to her seal form either, but the remembrance of what she had done to earn it. The earning had satisfied the both of them. He had certainly satisfied her in more ways than she could count and more thoroughly than ever she had been before.
Really, humans had better sex than seals did. There was no doubt in her mind about that at all. She could almost envy humans, gangly upright creatures that they were.
The pleasure had not all been on her side, though. She had made sure of that. No human however greedy, could want more of her than she had freely given to her captor. She had pleased the man well enough to get her skin back, she would lay her life on it.
The man leaned up on his elbow and looked curiously at her. “What strange thoughts are going through your head as you lay there, creature of the sea?” He put out his hand and stroked her hair, idly winding a strand of her hair around his forefinger. “Tell me what is going through your mind.”
She was more than half asleep already, and the rhythmic stroking of his hand on her hair calmed her further. “When morning comes,” she murmured through the haze of sleep that was clouding her mind, “you must give me back my skin.”
She awoke reluctantly the following morning and stretched her arms out behind her, easing the ache in her muscles from the unusual sleeping position and wishing for the coolness of the ocean waves on her thick and heavy head. Sure, human sex was terrific, but even humans could not be making love all day and night.
She had never been a human for half this long all at once before and she was beginning to tire of it. Being a human was quite different from what she had imagined. Everything about it was different. The way she walked, lumbering along the ground on her two feet instead of the effortless glide through the water of her seal form. The food she ate—long dead, all of it. The continual dryness of the world above the sea. Even when it rained heavily, as it had during the night, she was never more than half damp. What she wouldn’t give to be wet again. Properly wet all over,
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