8
Max tasted like the sea. I couldn’t be more surprised about that. Max was completely human, and he obviously worked more on the land than near the ocean. Realistically, I knew he tasted similar to any other human I had kissed before, but Max was so much more than sand and trees. Even the way his hands, now cupping my face gently, felt cool and soothing. There was just a slight tickle when they stroked, the callous of many days’ work making the fingertips rough.
It was addicting, and I couldn’t help but moan. The noise only seemed to spur the man on, and he swiped his tongue against my lips. He was everything I’d ever wanted in a mate, and I hadn’t even been looking for him. And yet, Max had found me. The thoughts swam with the heady feeling of the taste of him. I don’t think I’d ever get enough.
Letting my tongue meet his and the taste became more pronounced. I could almost taste the spray of the salt when the waves hit the rocks. It made me giddy, and I couldn’t stop myself from gripping at his chest, tangling my fingers in the short hair there. I could almost feel my short claws tingling at my fingertips.
Max hissed, and I froze, pulling back as he did. He didn’t move his hands from my face, still gently stroking. But he couldn’t quite hide his pained face and I wanted to back peddle.
“Your teeth are sharp.” His voice was full of sexual tension, and I relaxed. As he spoke, I could see where he’d cut his tongue, the streak of blood on the pink flesh.
I wanted to taste him again. Would he still taste like the ocean? Would it change how much I wanted him? I couldn’t imagine wanting him less as I ground my growing arousal into his. But could I want him even more?
I stilled, tearing my gaze from the flash of tongue. “Too much?”
He paused, and a blush bloomed across his cheeks and his eyes lost focus for a moment. “No.” The word was a hoarse bark that was almost seal-like. “I think I want more.”
Slowly, I moved closer. Max felt like an easily startled animal. I couldn’t bring myself to scare him off. But he didn’t move away. If anything, he met my lips with his own. I added pressure to his bottom lip, pressing carefully, but with purpose. The sting made him moan and his blood tasted even saltier than the rest of him. I lapped at the bite, soothing as much as I could whilst chasing more of the taste.
“Like that?”
He nodded, his eyes hooded and fingers flexing, tracing down my sides. Max stroked my fur with reverence. Like he couldn’t get enough of it. My seal instincts wanted to purr, and I wasn’t surprised when the noise I made caused Max to shiver as well. His full bruised lip was more alluring than anything I’d ever found in the sea. When I looked down at the rest of his body and how my half-furred legs bracketed his hips, I didn’t think I’d ever find anything as good as him again.
“Keep going,” he urged, coming up from the bed to kiss me hungrily again. “I like it. I need more.”
His permission was all I needed. There was so much of him I wanted to touch and taste. My breath hitched at just the thought of being able to nip and bite when I wanted; that was overwhelming. My few sexual encounters paled completely when compared to being with this human. His neck was taut, and I nipped at it, his moans deepened with each touch at his skin.
Max wasn’t idle either. His hand was drawn to what was left of the pelt I wore. He touched it with a reverence that even my people did not. It was too much and not enough. And when the sensation of him rubbing in the wrong direction became too much, I bit a little harder just above a nipple. The gasp and chuckle were heavenly. The seal instincts rode me harder; they wanted me to bite harder. To give their mate more pleasure. To punish him for the tickle that came when he rubbed against the grain. It was getting harder to split between my human sensibilities and seal nature.
Thankfully, I got the feeling Max did not mind in the slightest.
“What is that?”
His words slurred together, and I sat back again, panting. Everything around me moved a little faster, sinking more into the nature of my creature. Max’s eyes were glued to where a human cock would normally be, but I was more seal than human. Like most water mammals, my dick was not exactly separate from my body. Having such a delicate piece of equipment dangling free while you swam against coral was not exactly good biology.
Our penises sat in a pouch, a watertight flap of skin from just below our navel. And now, needing this human as much as I did, it had hardened, pushing out from my body, weeping onto Max’s sweats, drenching him with my slickness. I was still waiting, but Max did not disappoint. He gripped my hips harder than before. His steel cock pushed against my longer, pointed one and we moaned in unison. Through the soaked material, I could practically see every vein of his dick, and watching the two of us rub together just made me want more.
“I guess a seal’s dick doesn’t hang out everywhere.” Max was breathless and he couldn’t stop rocking into me. It was a wonderful sight. “I just didn’t know-” He gasped as I rocked harder. There was a thin bone in my cock and with how hard I pressed down into him, I knew Max could feel it. “You were hiding this.”
Max was more perfect than he could have ever known. And while I knew I would enjoy the feel of fucking him, I wanted him deep in my arse. At least at first. The plan in my mind hadn’t formed fully, but I knew now that his returning my pelt was fated. I would not be letting him leave again.
The whine he made when I came off his hips made me laugh. I teasingly plucked at the strings of the sweats. “Off,” I ordered, his eyes widening. My voice was more bark than human, but it couldn’t be helped. I needed him just as much as he appeared to want me. “I want to taste you everywhere. And then I want to ride you.”