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Yet, over time, something in the way he looked at you became less of a disgust and more of a… reluctant admiration. Eventually, too, that reluctant admiration had become an adoring gaze. Years of watching you had softened the creature- the river’s fearsome Nokken- to your presence. Something in him couldn’t help but cherish the moments he could view you as you spent time in your secret little area.

Something else in him, along the way, had convinced him that you’d come back each time just for him. After all, if it weren’t for him, your serene area would surely have been invaded- there had been more than one occasion in which he’d lured other unwitting humans who dared enter your space to the river, bringing them to their end. You weren't aware of this, surely, but he didn't care.

But it was love that guided his hand and claw, of course! What other emotion could it be- what other feeling could ignite such broiling passion in him- if not ‘love’ to keep your hideaway hidden for just the two of you?

Sure, you had no idea he was there- no idea that he even existed or watched- but one day you would.

One day soon.

Today.

All day you had been eyeing the river. Nobody could blame you, it was dreadfully hot out and you had been keeping active with your whirls, twirls, and leaps. There was a sheen of perspiration atop your nose and full cheeks, drops of sweat rolling down your temples.

The roots of your hair were already wet and surely you’d feel better if you were to indulge in the river’s cool water.

You stepped a bit closer, looking down at the pleasant splashing stream before you, recalling all the warnings of your fellow villagers about nearing rivers. Clearly they must have been mistaken- if there were any danger then you would have encountered it by now, would you not?

So you decided at that moment that, yes, you would like to go for a swim in the river. There’s no real danger there, the people in the village must be mistaken. Yeah, for sure they’re mistaken. And you’re only going to get a bit wet anyway.

Shedding your clothing, you stepped forward into the river. For a moment, you stood stark still, tense as if you were expecting to be suddenly injured. Moments later nothing had happened yet and you felt like a fool for believing in old tales.

Ha! Those silly villagers- they had always said you weren’t bright, and yet here you were- proving them wrong! Would bright minds be scared of a folktale in a river? Of course not! So here you were, wading further into the river and pridefully gleaming with your newfound “brightness.”

But who you didn’t see was staring at you. The Nokken, half submerged right across the shore, his body shimmering under the bright light, camouflaging himself in the shiny water so you couldn’t even think about possible monsters lurking.

He’s been good, he’s been waiting. Observing and stalking, waiting until this day arrived. And you hadn’t disappointed him. You were as perfect today as you were the day he first saw you- even if he didn’t accept it back then.

The cool feel of the water against your skin sent a shudder up your spine as you slowly got chest deep, your nipples pebbling in response to the coldness. You were barely far enough to be worried, but something inside of you urged you to run back. You chuckled at your silliness, there’s nothing there! If it was, you’d be drowning already, wouldn’t you?

The Nokken hesitated as he rose just a bit in the water, his long hair wetly draping itself against his head, before he submerged completely, an idea to create an opportunity to win your trust bubbling in his mind. He’d spook you- grab your foot with his clawed hand underwater- and then “save you” as if something else had grabbed you.

Swimming swiftly and smoothly below, he reached out- at first he merely grazed his claw along your calf, admiring it for a moment before grabbing your ankle firmly. Your scream was so loud that even under the water he could hear it perfectly. But he couldn’t have other humans arriving to save you, so he pulled you down fully. Beneath the surface, he swam back behind his rock, his plan now set in motion for him to swoop- well, swim- in and “save” you.

From himself.

Not that you knew that!

And lucky you (but really, lucky him), he swam in your direction so fast you could barely be under the water for more than twenty seconds as he swooped you up and kicked his legs behind his body until you were laying on the side of the river, just a bit further down north where the village was far away it was unlikely anyone could hear you.

You were breathing hard, harder than ever, as he looked down at you with worried eyes that hid secrets in their mesmerizing depths.

“Oh poor little human, are you scared? Let the Nokken protect you against the monsters lurking under the water.” He whispered against your ear, his body pressing down on yours as you felt the wet soil under your back like a cushion.

“I’m- I was- Something-,” you stuttered, trying to explain to the mysterious monster what exactly happened in the water.

But you weren’t really sure yourself. You were fine, then suddenly you were drowning, and then he was saving you. It had all happened so fast that you were still trying to process the whole thing, let alone the facts.

“What do you need, little human?” He asked with a hint of worry and a lot of mischief. There was a smirk on his face as he looked down and saw how very naked you were under his hot body. “Do you need me, little human? Do you want me closer?”

“Yes.” You didn’t know what overtook you, but there was something in his eyes that asked you to agree. Something that asked you to get him as deep as possible. And you couldn’t fight it, you didn’t want to fight it.

The way you agreed so fast only amused him further.

“How close?” He teased, his hips rolling down and giving you a taste of how hard his dick was against your abdomen.

“As close as possible,” you whispered back, feeling sheepish as your brain buzzed in a way that made your insides burn with an unsolved sexual tension. You needed him. You needed him as badly as you needed to breathe while you were drowning earlier.

“Do you want me fully, little human? Do you know what you are asking of me? I’m no human man trying to protect your virtue. I will take you and I will enjoy it. I will enjoy you.” His voice sounded like a promise, one that you wanted him to fulfill completely.

“Please…” Is the only thing that came out of your mouth before his still wet hands were on your wrist and his body was tilting in your direction, so very close you could feel his calm heartbeat against your erratic one.

His mouth claimed yours, his kiss practically devouring you as your mind got lost in the moment. His hands traveled up and down your sides, his fangs scratching your lips until you tasted blood. That only made him more feral, his body trembling and shaking over you as if he was trying to contain himself.

Which he was. He very much was trying to stop himself from being too rough with the prettiest creature he’d ever encountered. He played all his cards just right and had you under his body, rocking his hips against your increasingly wet core as you moaned delectably against his lips. You were delightful, the tastiest of snacks to sate his hunger. His desire.

He bit down on your neck and you screamed, his fingers finding your mouth to silence you as his free hand traveled down and played with your pearl in a way you’d never experienced before. It was like his hands played your body like an instrument, something unknown building inside of you as he pushed two fingers in your wet pussy, curling them in a way that sent sparks to every cell of your body.

You cried out when he pulled his fingers back, trying to roll your hips and get him to put them inside you again, but he only chuckled, kissing your forehead softly as you felt the blunt tip of his dick pressing against your entrance.

“Take me like the good little human you are,” he instructed. He pushed forward and you gasped. He felt so big inside of you, you weren’t sure he could fit. “It’ll fit, little human. Look at me, focus only on my eyes…”

Your body instantly relaxed and he slipped deeper inside of you. You could almost feel him at the back of your throat, but at the same time you felt so full you could burst with happiness.

When he bottomed out, he looked at your eyes as if to find responses to unknown questions, but what he saw there was pure and unwavering pleasure boiling low. He wanted to ignite those flames until you both were burning down, until the two of you were nothing but a puddle of pleasure.

He kissed your lips one last time before he started moving. Slowly at first, but rapidly accelerating, pounding into you like a lost soul knocking on heaven’s doors as you moaned with each movement of his hips against yours. It felt perfect, it felt too much, it felt otherworldly.

And you fucking loved it.

Your world shattered with rainbows behind your closed eyelids as he mercilessly fucked you through an orgasm. And another. And another. His hips pounded into you at a punishing pace as he grunted compliments against your ear, his pointy nail still playing with your pearl to make you cum again. Which you did, almost at his sole will, a scream breaking out of your throat as he, finally, spilled himself inside of you.

But recently you were experiencing a dilemma. You hadn't seen her in quite a few days. As the winter ice melted and spring started to warm the lands and make flowers bloom, you had looked forward to seeing her in the markets, maybe even giving her some fresh spring blooms. But alas, she was nowhere to be found.

You had asked around, worried that something had happened to her. The other fisherman were useless, having no idea where she had gone. Shrugging their shoulders and mumbling out about how they were just as clueless as you. It frustrated you to absolutely no end.

It wasn't until a warm spring night when you finally got answers, although they didn't come how you had expected them too.

"You're quite the persistent little thing, aren't you?" Her voice asked, soft and amused. You can only blink up at her with wide eyes, taking in her wet form and the seal tail where her legs should have been. "What? Cat got your tongue?" She asked with a grin, noticing your stunned silence.

"You're..." You try to speak, voice shaky and shocked. "A selkie? Yeah. I'm surprised no one has noticed yet." She says with a laugh. "Beautiful." You say suddenly, finally finishing your sentence as you just... stare at her. Her eyes go wide with shock and her cheeks heat up. "Come again?" She sputters out and you reach up to cup her face.

"Beautiful. You're absolutely beautiful." You murmur, and oh was she. Wet red hair, water droplets rolling off her skin, moonlight bathing her in silver light. To you, she was absolutely stunning. "You're too sweet..." She murmurs finally, letting you touch her, nuzzling into your hands.

"I was so worried about you when you disappeared." You confessed, making her soften at the slight distress in your tone. "I'm sorry. I didn't think anybody would notice." She says softly, lowering her head to nuzzle her nose against yours, making your breath hitched.

"I noticed. I always notice you." You murmur softly. She was so close, so warm, and she smelled like sea salt. Her pretty blue eyes meet yours for a moment, and you swear time stands still. Then, her lips are on yours. Her eyes fluttering close and she leans in to slide her lips over yours in a soft kiss.

You almost pass out. The fact that this gorgeous woman was kissing you was a dream come true. You wanted to cry with joy, but you opted for kissing her back instead, moving your mouth against hers.

You tentatively deepen the kiss, sliding your tongue into her mouth and rolling your tongue over hers. She moans softly into your mouth and you respond eagerly, swallowing the noise and kissing her harder.

By the time you finally part, you're both panting and pink-cheeked. She moves her head, pressing wet kisses to your neck, nipping with sharp teeth at the soft skin and making you squirm beneath her. "Been watching you. You're so pretty." She breathes out, making you whine out softly. "I've been crushing on you for weeks." You say back, making her smile and chuckle against your neck.

"I can tell. You always smelled like desire whenever you came up to my stand, and once I realized that you were unmated... it didn't take me long to put two and two together." She says, one of her hands reaching to slide under the skirt of your dress, touching your thigh hesitantly.

"Is this okay? I'm not moving too fast, am I?" She asks, her voice softening with slight worry, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. "N-No you're not moving too fast. This is... This is okay. This is wonderful actually." You reply with, hand reaching up to tangle in her damp hair as she places a light hickey on your neck.

"You let me know if you want me to stop. Okay, baby?" She says sweetly and you nod, chest swelling at her wish to respect your boundaries and make sure you were enjoying yourself.

She presses some kisses to the swell of your breasts before retracting a hand from under your dress and tugging the top of your dress down. You squeak, but have little time to be embarrassed before she's latching onto a breast, tongue swirling around the nipple until it's hard and begging for more attention.

You moan out softly, her hand reaching up to play with your other breast, lightly circling the other nipple. Her skin is cold from the ocean and it doesn't take long for the other nipple to perk up as well, whining softly as she lightly flicks it.

"Such pretty breasts, no wonder the other fishermen are always trying to peep at them." She says devilishly, making you blush. She chuckles again, switching breasts, tongue licking your other nipple before latching and lavishing attention on the other breast.

"I'd rather you be the only one to peep at them, cutie." You breathe out in response, desperately trying to flirt back. She grins softly, pulling back from your chest, her gaze sparkling with amusement. "How sweet of you. I might just take you up on that offer." She coos out, kneading your breasts with slender fingers, enjoying the soft keening noise that slips from your mouth.

"You're so pretty." She coos out, detaching a hand to flip your dress up. "Bet you'd look prettier moaning my name." She says with a mischievous grin. And before you can process what's going on, she's tugging your panties to the side and diving between your legs.

You sputter out a cry as her tongue slides between your wet folds, her mouth wasting no time devouring you as if your cunt was her favorite treat, moaning into the soft petals of your core at the taste of you. "You taste so fucking good, love." She moans out, her spare hand gripping one of your thighs and keeping you spread out for her.

You're shaking beneath her, moaning like a whore with your head thrown back against the soft sands of the beach. "Feels so good." You whine out, hands fisting into your dress in a poor attempt to ground yourself. "Mm yeah, sweetheart? Feels good?" She coos back, pulling back to swirl two fingers around your pretty clit and make your hips buck against her hand as you hiccup out a high pitched "uh-huh!"

She mutters something under her breath in Irish, something you didn't quite catch, before she's diving back into your pussy, fingers slipping inside your velvety walls and search for that special spot that would make your head spin.

It didn't take her long to find it, fingers sliding over the spongy spot and making you cry out even louder and your spine to arch in pleasure. She hums out in approval, fingers attacking the spot and swirling her tongue over your puffy pearl.

You cry out lewdly beneath her as she works to bring you over the edge. "Come on, sweet girl. Cum for me. Cum for your favorite selkie." She purrs out, looking up at you with pretty, half-lidded blue eyes that were dark with desire. She wanted to see you fall apart, to see you unravel just for her.

Your body can't help but obey, walls squeezing around her fingers as you let out a broken moan and cum hard. She talks you through it, slowing her fingers and rolling her thumb over your clit to prolong your orgasm as long as possible. When your body finally relaxes again, she pulls out her fingers with a wet sound, sucking them clean before climbing back over your body.

She presses soft kisses to your body, whispering soft praises that soothe your nerves. "Did so good for me, pretty baby." She murmurs, reaching to kiss you again. You sigh out blissfully and kiss her back. "Let's get you home." She says softly, picking you up.

Your eyes flutter open. Her tail was gone, instead replaced with a seal looking cloak that was wrapped around her shoulders. "I can probably walk..." You murmurs softly, making her grin as she walks along the beach, her next words sending a shiver of delight down your spine. "You won't be able to once I'm done with you tonight."

The time keeps passing, and your eyes are drawn to the clock in the wall, where each second feels like an eternity because he’s not with you yet.

At some point you drift off, and the next thing you know, there’s hands on your hips and you are startled awake.

Your boyfriend doesn’t get a single word out before he’s claiming your mouth in a kiss that makes your toes curl and your body shiver. His hands are everywhere, caressing, touching, discovering your body all over again after so much time apart.

He’s desperate while he mumbles over and over: “I missed you. Fuck. I missed you so much.” He’s kissing down your neck, and you can feel the wetness of his tears against your skin and the edge of his fangs, adding a bit of a rush to the kisses.

But you are no better than him, your hand touching everywhere you can while you chant: “I know. I know. I missed you, too.” The desperation in each one of your touches must be crystal clear because he makes his clothes disappear and your pretty lingerie is ripped away from your body. “Please, please. Make me remember. Make me remember how you feel inside of me, over me, anything.” Your voice is needy, and in other circumstances you might be embarrassed, but not after weeks of being deprived of his touch.

He slows down for a second, her hands still exploring, but his eyes fixated on yours. “I’ll do something better, my pretty flower.” He pecks at your lips, the tip of your nose, your cheeks, your forehead… “I’m going to tie you down to this bed and eat you out until I’m satisfied. Until I know you can only remember my name, and you’ll never leave my side again,” each word punctuated by a soft kiss.

You don’t even care what he’s saying, you just need him. “Whatever you want, just please, please touch me.”

His tail curls around your hands, pushing them up until you are unable to move. Your demon’s lips are everywhere while he mumbles all the praises he’s been keeping inside all those weeks without you. He parts your legs with soft hands, settling himself between them while he kisses a trail down your stomach. Each kiss feels like a prayer to you. Like you are a goddess. His goddess.

He’s slow with his ministrations, taking his time sending you into desperate moans and whimpers by the time his forked tongue finally finds your clit. Your relief is expressed by a loud cry of his name that he rewards by pushing a finger in your dripping core.

Your voice is barely a whisper of pleas while he makes out with your pussy like his life depends on it. He sucks and licks and finger-fucks you until you are screaming his name. His voice is broken when he asks for more, when he tells you how pretty you look in the height of passion thanks to him.

The two first orgasms are like a balm over your soul, and they feel like coming home after a long while away. “Another one. Come on, pretty flower. Give me more. Another one. Again,” his voice is guttural and filled with promises and hardness.

And then his demeanor changes. His licks get frantic, his fingers curling the right way to bring the most pleasure out of you, his lips and fangs teasing until you feel tears running down your cheeks.

It almost feels like he’s punishing you for being away for so long, and you can’t even fight him on it. He’s right. You choose this line of work, it’s your fault you are apart so much. And now… Now he gets his revenge in the form of forced pleasure out of you. You can’t say you hate it. Not when he’s eating you out so thoroughly.

After what feels like the fifth orgasm, but you aren’t really sure, your body feels like you can’t take it anymore. “It’s too much, please. Please,” you try to beg, but he only smirks against your clit.

“Again,” he repeats against your core, sucking your clit in the most perfect way through your sobs. His eyes never leave your face while he tortures your pussy in the best possible agony.

He rips orgasm after orgasm out of you, and with each one your body goes pliant and limp, but he’s craving more. He’s craving everything you can give and then some.

You lose track of time, of the amount of orgasms he forces out of you. There’s nothing else but his fingers, his kisses, his tongue… He’s the only thing real in your little bubble of pleasure, and you don’t mind that at all.

It’s hours later when he’s breathing hard next to you that his phone starts to ring. “What?!” He barks and you huff a laugh against his chest where your head is resting. “I can’t. You’ll deal with that yourself or else,” the threat is clear in his voice. “I’m not going back to the office today, so you better solve that right now.”

His authoritative and angry tone makes your skin erupt in goosebumps, and your hand travels down his naked stomach until you are cupping his half-hard dick. He looks down at you with an arched eyebrow.

“Solve it,” he orders and hangs up. His voice gets incredibly tender and soft when he pinches your chin and moves your head until your eyes meet. “My pretty flower, what are you doing? Didn’t you have enough already? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I never have enough of you,” is all you say before your back is against the mattress and he’s looming over you. His horns and wings making him look like the devil himself, and it’s a big contrast with the soft way he touches you, like reverence is not a strong enough word for what he feels for you. “Make love to me,” you whisper.