7. Pearl Clutching
Demi
I peeled my sticky clothes off and stepped under the showerhead, sighing as the heat immediately soothed my muscles. I’d just spent the last three hours playing rugby and working out, and now I was home and in need of a shower before meeting Marina.
The anticipation was already killing me. I was needy, and every part of my body was on fire, aching for her. The bite mark on my neck made me shiver every time I thought about Marina—when I was away from her, it felt wrong. Like something was missing.
My mind struggled to justify how fast I was falling for her. I knew I wasn’t the first human to be swept up into a tidal wave by a monster, and I wouldn’t be the last. But a small part of me feared we were going way too fast.
And on the flip side . . . I wanted this. Every second, every moment that passed—I wanted this forever more and more. I wanted to complete the mating bite and learn new things about her and discover what Marina liked and disliked.
Maybe I needed more friends with monster mates. I didn’t really know anyone. Not a single person on my rugby team even knew monsters were real and everyone assumed the bite on my neck was a hickey, so . . .
I drowned in my thoughts as I washed off and climbed out.
I didn’t bother getting dressed in real clothes, instead slipping on a bikini top and swim shorts.
I was going to insist on at least keeping these pieces from floating away this time, since whenever I was with Marina, I seemed to lose my clothing.
Before heading to the beach, I wanted to find a couple toys to take with me to see Marina. Including the strap-on I never got to use . . .
An hour later, I was standing in the shallows again with a bag of sex toys slung around my shoulder. I spotted Marina waiting for me. I swam out toward her, even as the waves got choppier and thunder rattled the darkening skies overhead.
“You smell nice,” she said as I laid my arms around her neck.
“Thanks,” I chuckled. “I was sweaty after practice today.”
“Mmm. You didn’t need to shower, you know. You’re going to end up covered in salt either way.”
“Yes, but I wanted to smell nice for you for at least two seconds before you drag me down.”
Marina grinned, her hands settling on my hips. “What’s in the mysterious bag you’re bringing?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” I promised. “Are you going to show me the pearls you keep mentioning?”
“That, and a couple of other . . . items I think you’ll enjoy.”
I smirked at her, anticipating an evening of sexual promises. Between what I brought, and what she was going to show me, I was already excited.
“Are you ready, little sailor?” she asked playfully.
“More than you could possibly know,” I whispered.
Marina pulled me under the waves gently, our lips already locking together.
I drew in a deep breath, my heart pounding as I adjusted to being able to breathe underwater.
Marina’s grip on me tightened, and I tucked my face against the curve of her neck as she started to swim, taking us deeper and deeper.
I could feel her muscles working, strong and steady.
The moment we resurfaced in what I was now calling our Sex Cave, she pushed me against the ledge, her mouth devouring mine. I moaned against her, tangling my fingers in her long silver hair, rocking my hips to grind against her.
She suddenly turned me around and pulled off my bag, tossing it onto the floor next to the items she’d laid out.
I gasped as she shoved me hard, planting my hands against the rocks.
My eyes widened as I saw the pearls she’d mentioned, each the size of an egg, waiting in a large abalone shell bowl.
Next to it was a silver hook with a bulbed end, and then a small shiny vial full of a glowing blue liquid.
Oh fuck. Her lips grazed down the curve of my neck, my nipples hardening as her hand slid down my shorts.
“Marina,” I gasped.
Two fingers found my clit as she nursed the mating bite, occasionally nipping me. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Between the pleasure and the moments of pain, I was thrown to the edge—aching for more.
Pleasure throbbed through me. My head fell back against her shoulders. I was lost in her, my moans echoing through the cavern. Her name was on my lips as she took me straight to the peak, my voice loud with a cry as I came for her, every muscle tightening, clenching with my orgasm.
Holy fuck. I panted as I melted back against her, shocked by how quickly she’d made me come.
“Just the start,” she whispered. “Take your clothing off and get onto the rocks, your pussy facing me. And get comfortable.”
“What are you going to do to me?” I rasped.
Everything, she answered in my mind.
Oh my gods, she was talking in my mind. You can hear me?
Only when we both want to. I can’t read your thoughts.
Oh. My skin buzzed with suspense as I got out of the pool and stripped for her.
I pulled an extra absorbent towel out of the basket that now lived here and spread it out along the edge.
I did as she asked and got comfortable, my pussy facing her.
I watched her between my spread thighs as she came toward me, her tongue darting out as she licked her lips.
“Do you want to try the aphrodisiac tonic? We don’t have to if you’re not interested. It only increases your pleasure to a point that feels very otherworldly, but it does not impede your ability to say no,” Marina said.
I turned my head, eyeing the vial. “Would we both take some?”
“Yes,” she said. “I think if you took the full amount there, you’d orgasm for a week straight. You only need a couple drops.”
Oh. “Let’s try it,” I said. “And if we need to stop, I’ll say the word red as my safe word. Yellow to slow down. Green for go.”
“Perfect,” she hummed. “And do you like anal play? Have you ever tried it?”
“Yes,” I said. “And yes. I like plugs . . . Are you wanting to use the hook on me?”
“Yes, I am,” she said. She kissed along my inner thighs as she held my gaze. “With your consent.”
“You have my consent,” I whispered.
I wasn’t normally the one on this end of things, but I liked it. I trusted her with my body and with my pleasure, and there was something almost wholesome about that. I knew that she would take care of me, just as I enjoyed taking care of her.
Marina kissed all the way up to my pussy and blew a breath against my clit. I gasped, expecting her to start licking me, but instead she drew back and reached for the items we needed.
She grabbed the vial with the tonic and twisted the top off, drawing out a dropper.
“Open that pretty mouth for me, little sailor.”
“Yes, princess,” I said.
I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue for her.
Her gaze never left mine as she dropped two drops of the bright blue liquid on my tongue.
A sweetness burst over my taste buds, and I swallowed, my eyes widening as I felt the warmth hit me.
It was delicious and fruity and I could already feel a heat in my stomach, my skin becoming more sensitive.
Marina stuck her tongue out and took three drops, then put the vial away. She let out a breathy moan and reached for the bowl of pearls.
“Oh,” she said to herself. “Lube.”
She reached back for the basket and rummaged around until she pulled out a bottle. I smiled to myself.
She was unbearably cute when she was like this. Marina was soft and thoughtful and caring underneath her scaled armor.
I swallowed hard as I felt the aphrodisiac effects start to take hold. I ran my fingertips along my stomach, sucking in a breath as I reached lower. How much more intense would it feel to have her hands on me? Or her tongue?
I shivered, waiting patiently as she uncapped the bottle of lube.
She used a generous amount, spreading it over my pussy.
The moment she touched me, I arched, gasping as pleasure rippled through me.
Oh gods. Oh fuck. Just her touch was enough to make my blood rush, my nipples hard and begging to be teased.
“That’s my seawoman,” she encouraged. “You look so gorgeous like this, Demi. Flushed and aroused and needy.”
I whimpered as she worked the lube, her fingers spreading me carefully. When she could fit four fingers inside me, she gave a subtle nod.
“I think you are ready, but if I need to stop—you’ll tell me. Right?”
“Of course,” I said, swallowing hard.
I needed something to fill me. Every part of me was alive from head to toe. My blood pumped, my hands cupping my breasts as Marina took the first large round pearl.
Her eyes batted to mine and she smiled as she pressed the smooth, cool pearl against my opening. I groaned as she started to push, my hips bucking as it stretched me. She took her time teasing me, her mouth settling over my clit.
“Marina,” I cried.
“Embrace the pleasure.”
It was too much. It was too much and not enough at the same time. I was on fire and the pearl wasn’t even completely inside me yet. I was drenched, her tongue working my clit in slow agonizing circles as she gave the pearl another push.
I arched up, but her other arm clamped over my pelvis, keeping me from writhing away.
All I had to do was take it, and gods. I’d never felt something so torturously pleasurable before in my life.
With one more push, I took all of the first pearl. It was lodged inside me, stretching my pussy around the girth of it. Tiny convulsions rocked through me as Marina’s tongue kept teasing my clit, and then—I felt a second pearl against my opening.
Just how many could I take? I wasn’t sure. But I was greedy and I wanted more.
My cry bounced around us as I took all of the second, and then a third. A fourth. I was shaking, my body on fire as if I were in heat. A monstrous kind of heat.
“Marina,” I sobbed, my vision blurred with tears of pleasure.
“Too much? Should I stop?”
“No.”
A fifth pearl was pushed inside me, and now I was completely full. I could take no more. I was stretched to the brink, my walls clutching the pearls, pleasure searing me.
Marina let out a satisfied sound in her throat, and then I heard the softest whisper, feeling her breath against my pussy.
Suddenly, the pearls started vibrating inside me.
I thought I knew what pleasure was. I’d had so many orgasms in my life. I enjoyed sex, both giving and receiving.
But this?
This challenged all I knew about pleasure.
I screamed her name as the pearls vibrated inside me, my fingers gripping the blanket beneath my body. Every thought evaporated as I was consumed, tears leaking out of the corners of my eyes. Marina kissed up my body as I shook beneath her, her tongue lapping up the salty drops.
My orgasm slammed into me, but it was infinite. It didn’t end, wave after wave crashing into me. Marina kissed back down my body to my clit, her tongue lavishing me as I kept coming until I felt a gush of liquid squirt from me.
She let out a moan as it drenched her, her eyes darkening like a storm. I trembled until finally the vibrations tapered off, and I was left a wet, shaking mess.
“Fuck,” I whimpered. “I’ve never squirted before.”
She licked my pussy, cleaning me up with moaning sounds. “Use your pelvic muscles to push the pearls out.”
I did as she asked, and one by one, they slipped out of me. Marina took care of putting them away as I drifted off in a blissful state, in awe of what I’d just experienced.
Marina let out a dark chuckle, her hand closing around my ankle. “Can you even move?”
“Maybe,” I croaked.
“I just peeked at what you brought in the bag. I see a tentacle-shaped sex toy and a harness that appears to fit around your hips . . .”
I lifted my head, cracking one eye open. “Give me five minutes to recover from whatever piece of heaven you just gave me, and I’ll fuck you against the wall.”
She offered me a sharp-toothed grin. “Perfect.”