WashedUp (3 page)
"Your pod was trapped under the wreckage. You were washed up under the struts being pulled into the deep."
She blinked as he parted her thighs and his talented tongue continued to work against her, a flicker of heat against the cool of the water that was her new environment.
The wet heat of his tongue between the lips of her sex enticed her to raise her hips for more. She twisted on the soft pad of the bed and when he slid two fingers into her to tease and raise her tension, she moaned on every plane, psychic and physical. Bubbles came from her lips and she blinked in surprise.
Ajax chuckled and fastened his lips around her clit, gently using his teeth on the swollen nub while his fingers stroked faster and faster, causing moan after moan to come out of her.
He added a third finger and she shrieked at the feeling of fullness, arching off the bed and thrashing her head back and forth.
Ajax surged up her body but instead of entering her, he kissed her and lay down next to her, his erection between them.
Aftershocks rippled through her, so she languorously gripped his cock and started to stroke slowly. His body was giving off the same slickness as hers and she wrapped both hands around him, stroking and caressing while she scooted down to return the attentions he had given her.
She sucked on the flaring head of his cock, stroking her hands along the shaft, occasionally cupping his balls and rolling them in her palm. She sucked and stroked, working him until his hips arched with every motion until he jetted cum into her mouth, a rumbling roar in her mind.
Safi licked her lips, the salty taste slightly fishy, but no worse than most of the food on Nasfron.
She returned to give him a kiss and though she was braced for avoidance, he greeted her kiss with enthusiasm and hunger.
She cuddled back against him and sighed. "What will I do here?"
He grinned and rubbed his finger along his nose. "As to that, you technically could have been transformed without a wedding. You are an animal caller and those are in high demand."
"Animal caller? That is an actual thing?"
He grinned and hauled her out of the bed to the balcony of their bedroom. She looked out, her hair the only thing between her and human indecency. "Whoa."
"They have been outside your room since you took me to medical. More come every day. They leave to feed and then return." Ajax kept his arm around her waist as she took in the pods of riding beasts in the yard and spreading through the city.
"That is a lot of animals. I thought you said they were hard to train."
"They are. But some folks have been known to be able to speak directly to the animals and ask them for cooperation. You seem to be one of those few."
She looked up at him. "So, the physicians would have fixed me without the marriage?"
His green skin darkened. "Yes."
"Then why did you…"
"Marry you?"
"Yes."
"Because you wanted me not knowing what I was thinking. With no courtship, you still chose me. How could I resist an attractive woman who wanted me for me and who put funny at the front of her list of favourite traits?"
She sighed and stared out at the pods of beasts. "What do I do with them?"
He laughed. "The same thing you do with me, whatever you wish."
Author's Note
Washed Up was my version of The Little Mermaid. I despise the ending of that fairy tale, so have crafted my own. I love a positive happily ever after.
Viola Grace
About The Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola's fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.