13
Viviane, the Lady of the Lake, had come from the river. The god, Poseidon, had come from the sea. But when their lips met, the essence of who they were merged and they became one.
Psi’s low moans pushed at the dam of her heart as he stole away into her mouth. Vivi opened to him. Her feelings for this man nearly knocked her over with their force and she began to sink.
She and Psi spiraled down until they were submerged. Because they were both creatures of the waters, neither needed the air to breath. As they descended down beneath the surface of the sea, their lips never unlocked. But Psi’s hands were busy.
He pulled away from Vivi and with him came the shift she’d worn under her dress. Vivi hadn’t even realized that her dress had left her body. Nudity had never been a big deal for her. Nothing in the sea clothed itself other than hermit crabs, and that wasn’t for modesty.
Vivi felt uncertain about her body. Psi stared at her, unblinking. His lips parted, his nostrils flared as the tendrils of his hair coiled around his head.
Vivi’s hands rose subconsciously to her small breasts. He must be thinking that they were too small. That had to be disappointment in his level gaze.
Psi reached out to her and gently pulled her hands away from her breasts.
A rush of bubbles escaped his lips on a sigh, rising swiftly to the surface.
Psi lowered his head and captured one of Vivi’s nipples between his lips.
He sucked softly and rubbed his tongue over the hard peak.
She gasped and a bevy of bubbles blew from her lips to race his to the surface.
Vivi arched into his clever tongue as it traced from one breast to the next. She felt like she would float away with the sensations rising in her, leaving her light-headed. But Psi’s hold on her was absolute. He held her, trapped in his embrace, and Vivi had no intention of getting away.
That is until he sank farther down her body.
His head dipped down to rest below her belly button, down to the apex of her thighs.
The clever tongue that had made her moan with kisses against her lips, that had made her dizzy with kisses at her breasts, that same tongue now parted the folds of her most intimate flesh.
Vivi gasped, taking in a lungful of water. Her arms flailed, leaving her with nothing to hold onto. Her thighs pressed together, only managing to pull Psi’s mouth deeper into her core.
In return, Psi latched onto her. He laved at the sensitive nub between the fine hairs that were meant for protection. Those mere hairs were no barrier to the God of the Sea.
Vivi felt like a storm was raging inside of her. Her arms wind-milled until the waters churned as though a squall brewed. Her thighs shook, her feet kicked, sending out a tidal of waves.
A warm current began at her core. It radiated outward, picking up speed and power as the wave raced to a distant shore.
Vivi felt her body turning and swirling like the cone of a tsunami.
When the waters broke around her, she felt as though she’d hit dry land with a resonance that shook the entire earth.
It was the type of storm that would leave no survivors. But when Vivi opened her eyes, she stared out into a calm night. There wasn’t a single boat on the once congested waters of the Mediterranean. In truth, the whole of the Aegean had felt what had happened in the depths of the sea.
Psi rose from the crevice of Vivi’s thighs. Climbing her body, he retraced his steps, kissing each breast, and then her bottom and top lip. Down below, Vivi felt him press into her. His manhood was firm, which made her brow wrinkle in confusion.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “I won’t hurt you.”
“I’m not afraid. Just surprised. You’re firm. Men have always been shriveled when they enter the waters.”
“I’ve told you.” Psi smirked. “I’m not a man. I’m a god.”
Vivi felt him fumble with his clothing. When his garments floated to the top of the waters, he pulled her back down to the floor of the sea. They both stood nude before one another with nothing but the fish to bear witness.
Vivi decided she wouldn’t look down. Not this time. Not since what she felt pressing into her belly was longer and thicker than an eel. She didn’t want to be afraid. She trusted Psi. She knew that if he said he wouldn’t hurt her, then he wouldn’t.
She reached out her hand to him. Psi took it like it was a prize. He brought her fingers to his lips and kissed each one with reverence like he was making a promise to her.
Then his arms slipped around her. With his hands, he guided her hips up and around his. He pressed his thick manhood against her sensitive flesh, slowly, carefully. He kept his word. It did not hurt.
Psi rocked into Vivi with the methodical gentleness that allowed the waters to chip away at a mountain, turning it to sand.
Time ceased to exist as he languidly eroded any resistance of her virgin channel.
With each deliberate stroke, he came closer and closer, until he reached the eye that was at the center of Viviane.
While they trembled beneath the surface, all around them on the Mediterranean, ships capsized sending bodies into the waters. But neither the sea witch or the God of the Sea noticed.