Moby

Chapter 6

Six

Darla

My boyfriend is a whale.

I should probably call somebody, but who? The police? Animal control?

As he tells me this wild tale of a sea witch cursing him and his siblings, all I can do is sit quietly on his lap, enraptured.

Believing every word out of his mouth without a hint of skepticism.

Somehow, I know Moby wouldn’t lie to me.

If I really think about it, I knew from the moment I met him that something was otherworldly about him.

His speech, his size, his lack of knowledge about electronics. And hymens.

He's a miracle.

A big, beautiful miracle who claims me in front of everyone. Women all over the world search decades for a man who’ll make that kind of commitment. If anything, my boyfriend is over-committed to me.

I’m committing to him, too.

If everything he’s saying is true—and in my heart, I know it is—then he left his home for me. Our meeting in the middle of the ocean during my whale watching trip was as magical for him as it was for me. He shifted into a human and came to find me.

I scoot closer in his lap now, aching to make contact everywhere.

Moby makes a guttural sound in response, temporarily distracted from his story. Both of his hands find my backside beneath my skirt and squeeze my cheeks, yanking me tighter to that part of him that is always risen. Always waiting.

“You are not afraid of me, little human?”

I lean in and sip at his shoulder, licking the sinew there. In fact, I lick the entire muscular slope, all the way to his neck, his body humming like an engine beneath mine, his head falling back on a moan. “I could never be scared of you, Moby.”

He raises his head, and with a concentrated gust of air from his mouth, he blows back my hair, frowning over the bite marks he reveals. “Not even when I bite?”

“Especially not when you bite.”

His gray eyes zip to mine, feverish. Hot. “Explain.”

I work myself in his lap, golden flecks of power flowing in my veins.

Amazing that I can feel such a thing when he’s two feet taller than me and built like a bulldozer.

But that’s just another magical part of this relationship, and I celebrate it now, grinding slowly on his lap and watching the pulse in his neck fly out of control.

“When you bit me, I knew you were overwhelmed with pleasure. I’m the reason for that pleasure, Daddy. ”

“Yes, you are, little girl,” he pants.

“Hurting me would only hurt you.”

“I would never, Darla.”

“I know,” I whisper against his mouth, rocking my hips in a slow pattern on top of his hardness, his shaft rubbing apart my slit, even through his towel and my yellow bikini bottoms. Enjoying the wet warmth that gathers at my sex, I roll our foreheads together, side to side.

“So now that you shifted into a human…does that mean you can stay forever?”

His swallow is loud. “I will stay as long as I can.”

That lack of certainty surprises me. I expected him to say yes. With my heart in my throat, I ask, “B-but do you want to stay forever?”

“Oh God, yes,” he heaves in a rasp, his voice ringing with intensity. “I never want to leave your side.”

“I never want you to, either.” I reach back and untie the strings of my yellow bikini top, watching twin blazes light themselves in his eyes when I toss it away, leaving me bare breasted, humping slowly in his lap. “Moby?”

“Yes,” he manages through his labored breathing, his palms finding my breasts and exploring, lifting them high, massaging firmly. Thumbing my nipples into peaks. “What is it, little human?”

“If you get me pregnant, will our baby be able to shift?”

His body jerks violently, his features twisting with agony. “Do not talk about getting pregnant, Darla, or you’ll make me come.” A bead of perspiration rolls down the side of his face. “I told myself I would be gentler the next time I fuck you.”

“Make love to me, you mean?”

He gulps, searching my eyes. “Love?”

Goodness, Darla. You’ve known him for less than twenty-four hours.

Don’t throw around the L word, already. Wanting to distract Moby from my nearly blurted confession that I’ve fallen for him, I slide down off his lap and kneel between his barbarian-style legs, lifting the flaps of his towel to expose his turgid mast of flesh, seeing it up close for the first time.

The veins that travel through his ultimate stiffness.

The drips of milky white that roll downward from the head, as if he’s on full and can’t keep his essence contained much longer.

“Can I kiss it, Daddy?”

His eyes widen considerably. “My cock?”

“You’ve never heard of a blow job?” I stroke my palms up his inner thighs. “When a woman sucks on a man. For his pleasure.”

I fear for his health when he starts to wheeze. “Darla, no. I don’t think I could survive.”

“You’re supposed to love it.”

“I have no doubt I would. I’d love it too much.” He crooks his finger at me, but I can see his hand is shaking. “Come. Let me hold you a spell while I calm down.”

I circle his shaft with my hands, molding it a slow upward stroke that causes more moisture to escape the tip.

“Maybe I don’t want you calm,” I say, bending forward and licking his seed from the shiny head, a move that causes him to grip the arms of the couch, his expression a mask of arousal and disbelief over what I’m doing.

“You left your whole life behind to come find me. The least I can do is say thank you.” I take a deep breath and slowly tunnel his pulsing girth into my mouth, letting my lips stretch around him, taking more, more, more until my throat spasms in protest. Eyes watering, I ride my mouth back to the tip, then stuff him deep once more, his guttural groan an utter delight to my eardrums. “Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper before my third, most powerful suck.

A hard, whimpering one that makes his thighs shudder. “You were whale worth the wait.”

I have no time to prepare, before I’m tossed up into the air like a rag doll, my back landing on the mattress a split second later.

And there he is, my whale turned human boyfriend in all his seven-foot glory, positioning himself above me with a lust-crazed look in his eyes, my skirt and bikini bottoms being torn from my body.

But I’m not scared. No, I’m excited.

I let him know by looking him right in the eye and spreading my thighs.

Moby

My little human sucked my cock.

I can’t believe it.

There are still aftershocks shooting down to my toes.

My loins are clenched in a fucking knot and I have a single-minded craving for her pussy now.

Now. She sat on my lap, rubbing it on me until my shaft started to leak and then she sucks it?

I am a rabid animal. My vision is red at the edges and wind is roaring in my ears.

Bury yourself.

FUCK HER.

“That’s right, little girl,” I say through my clenched teeth, my hand wrapping around her delicate throat. “Spread your fucking legs for me. Tell me it’s my hole.”

“It’s your hole,” she whispers, her luscious tits dewy with sweat. “Please take it.”

How she manages to be such a siren while clearly an innocent angel, I will never understand.

I simply have to accept that she’s pure magic, thank the fates for giving her to me and gorge myself.

There’s no other choice when she’s so sweet, so fucking naked, so fresh from noisily sucking my dick.

I have no recourse but to guide my aching length to her breach and work the purple head inside, guiding myself deep even as she constricts, tightens, her body rejecting my inhuman size.

“Relax, little girl. Please. Don’t fight it.”

“I’m not,” she whines, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “I want it. I need it.”

“I don’t want to hurt my human!”

“One big push, Daddy.” She arches her back, enticing me further. “Fill me.”

She’s driven me to a state of such sexual pain, I am not thinking straight.

I am not sane when she offers me the lush riches of her young pussy.

With a roar, I drop the weight of my hips and seat myself inside of her to the hilt, lust piercing my skin from all sides like flaming arrows.

I hear her screaming and batting her hands against my shoulders, but I hump once nonetheless, my body taking control, and the resulting rush of sensation in my cock and balls is a heavenly ecstasy that no man deserves.

But my heart pounds for her. Pounds in the cadence of her name.

So I manage to hold myself still, even though my hunger rages. Even though she looks so delectable filled with my cock, the pretty petals of her flesh spread open, my horny trunk embedded between them, thick and ruddy.

“Are you in pain?” I choke out, my whole body shaking.

“Some,” she confesses in a whisper, but her fingertips skate down my torso, brushing my nipples. As if in the middle of her pain, she can’t help but give me pleasure, my little miracle human. Oh, how I treasure her. “Can you try moving again?”

“Yes,” I bellow behind my teeth, my hips slapping up and back once, my entire being stunned to the core by the resulting bliss. “You were made so tight, Darla. Fashioned for my agony and relief, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” she murmurs, her eyes like green smoke. “More, please.”

Triumph rocks me, and I fuck her in earnest, harpooning her between the thighs with my abundant inches, wet squeaks of her pussy accompanying my thrusts.

Oh, those little squeaks, they drive me mad, drive me into her softness with more and more force, until she’s been ridden by a savagery that only she can tap into.

“Do you have your virginity now, Darla?”

“No,” she gasps, her body rattled in a quick rhythm by my frenzied movements.

“Why?” I demand. I want to hear a confirmation. In her sweet voice.

That I broke her little hymen.

She reaches up to grip the pillows, her pussy started to quicken around me, moistening in the extreme. Preparing for an orgasm. “A big whale took it,” she pouts.

My lusty roar can probably be heard clear to the bottom of the ocean.

She forces images into my head that shouldn’t turn me on, but they do.

I look down at Darla’s jiggling tits and imagine taking her like this in my other form. Mounting her in the murky blue of the ocean, my fins holding her captive beneath me. Impossible, I know. My sex would be the size of her entire body. But what if…

What if.

Would she let a whale between her legs as surely as she’s taking me now, her human? That naughty twinkle in her eye tells me she would. That she’d find a way to fit me, and I’d release my gallons of sperm inside of her, onto her. I’d surround her with it.

There are voices outside of the room.

The phone is ringing on the table beside the bed, but neither one of us pays those things any attention.

Our eyes are locked on each other, the tempo of my hips picking up, my groans turning more animalistic, her mewls only tempting my balls to lose the battle with my need sooner. It’s coming. I’m coming.

I’m on the verge of flooding my little human with sperm when a man stumbles into the room with a walkie talkie, his eyes rounding when they locate me and Darla on her bed, my cock smacking up between her thighs.

“People said…” He mops the sudden sweat from his brow. “They said it sounded like she was being killed in here. Miss, are you okay? He’s…he’s huge.”

“Oh, Daddy,” she moans, positioning her ankles on my shoulders. I’m not sure she’s even aware of this man’s presence—and she needn’t be. He is of no consequence compared to our mutual hunger. “Harder. Harder. I’m so close.”

I send a murderous glance the intruder’s way. “I’m pleasing my mate. Get out.”

The door slams a second later, and Darla peeks at the same time, her tiny ankles trembling on my shoulders, her fingers tearing at the pillows, tears coursing down her cheeks, bite marks bleeding on her bottom lip.

She’s so beautiful and I’m so overcome with gratitude that she’s my mate, that she allows me to make love to her, that she smiles at me, that she cuddles with me, that she freely offers me her tight holes, I implode from happiness, spurting my lust and joy and pain into her with frantic pumps of my hips, my euphoric shout echoing off the ceiling.

“Darla!” I groan, my balls rippling, knots untying in my stomach. “Darla. Darla.”

We writhe our joined sexes together one more time, as if squeezing out the excess juice, then Darla goes limp. I drop down beside her, struggling for air. Struggling to believe that anything so perfect as this girl and her lovemaking exists.

And I try not to panic when she doesn’t move.

“I know you’re not dead, little human. You won’t fool me this time,” I assure Darla, gathering her light body on top of my chest in a limp sprawl.

That’s when I notice the blood. Right there on the white sheets.

“Darla!” I roar, shaking her.

My heart is liquefying.

No, please. No. Did I really kill her this time?

“Mmm?” she yawns, lifting her head and smiling at me drowsily.

I flatten backward into a puddle, my pulse sprinting a million miles an hour. “I thought you were dead again,” I wail.

“Nope.”

“Why are you bleeding?” I yell, feeling her body for injuries.

“You took my virginity. There’s a little bleeding involved, that’s all.”

I still my search, scrutinizing her face. “Are you sure?”

She kisses my chin, giggling. “Yes, I’m sure. You won’t kill me. I won’t ever be dead after we make love.”

“You better not!” I shout.

My little human simply goes on smiling at me, despite my distress. “We have all day together, Moby. We can do anything. Go anywhere.”

My heart weighs down with an avalanche of affection. “What would you like to do?”

Her eyes twinkle. “Go for a swim?”

“In the pool?”

She shakes her head. “In the ocean.”

My grin is cocky. “I think that can be arranged.”