Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Stories of the Merrows, or merfolk ❯ Eadan. circa 2007 ( Chapter 1 )

It was a beautiful, hot, sunny day; the kind of day one would spend at a beach.

Eadan and her sister were doing just that, to her dismay. She had never much liked the beach, sure the sand could offer an amusing way to pass the time and the scenery was beautiful, but it was the water that ruined it for her. She had a deep anchored fear of any water source bigger than her backyard pool, and it had taken her years to become accustomed to that. The fear of water is a horrible thing to live with, her friends and family never seemed to understand just how awful a fear it was.

Eadan herself did not understand why she feared it so much, why her skin crawled when she got too close to it, perhaps it was not the water she feared but the memories it brought back.

 

Eadan was sitting on the beach blanket, under the shade of the large umbrella, her almost delicate face a mask of unhappiness.

“Eadan Stop pouting! You could at least pretend to enjoy the…the sunshine.” Leah placed her hand on her hips and scowled at her younger sister.

“Yeah, the sunshine is nice. When can we go home?”

“Monday, I paid for that camping spot and I'm not backing out just `cause you don't like water, there's plenty else to do around here.” Leah spread her arms to encompass the entire camping grounds.

“There's a bunch of guys playing volleyball over there, you could join them. You could build something with the sand, maybe take a walk. Or you could just sit here and scowl at everything.” She frowned down at Eadan and walked away toward the jumble of guys playing volleyball.

 

Eadan sighed; Leah could be so...so Leah. Well taking a walk didn't sound too bad; she could stay away from the water. She grabbed her mp3 player, stuffed the ear buds into her ears to drown out the noise caused by the waves, and made her way down the beach to the rocks piled against the side of the imposing cliff face that dominated the western side of the beach.

 

The rocks where much farther away than she had guessed and as a direct effect of that where also much bigger, they where giant boulders that that didn't seem to belong to the cliff they where lying against. Sea life clung to their sides little tidal pools formed in their craters. As she studied the boulders her mind paused at the sight of the craters, they were not formed by erosion instead they seemed to have been blasted out of the rock. In fact the boulders seemed as badly pockmarked as the moon, or Swiss cheese. Eadan smiled at the mental image the thought provoked.

 

She continued her trek around the largest of the boulders until she reached the cliff wall. As she neared the back of the particularly round rock she noticed a `cave' formed between the cliff and the rounded middle of the boulder.

She bent over slightly and entered the almost triangular opening. It was not a cave but more like a gateway, a door into the inner courtyard, a courtyard that had obviously been planned, everything about the inner area was precise and very plainly cultivated, gardens filled with sea life flourished, sea anemones `planted' in coloured co-ordinating patterns, muscles and other clam fish, `sprouted' from the pockmarked walls in murals and designs, as if the creatures had done it on purpose, or someone had placed them there.

 

At he back of the courtyard was the beginning of a stair case carved into the cliff wall, and finally receding inside the cliff. Humming softly to the music from her mp3 she made her curious way up the winding staircase. They did not continue to the top of the cliff but instead stopped halfway opening into a chamber that much resembled a cave. The room was illuminated by the sun shining through an opening that faced out to the sea and she made her way across the large room to look out. She looked down and had to stifle a cry. She had no fear of heights, but the water below drove her to cry out in fear, it had nearly covered the giant boulders lying at the foot of the cliff, blocking off her exit.

 

Backing away slowly hand still held to her mouth, she watched as the water swallowed her escape route and the horizon swallowed the sun. Leah was going to be so upset.

 

After a while she moved to the side of the opening against the cave wall, her mp3 at her side having died. She could hear the sloshing of the waves, and she watched the water rise higher illuminated by the nearly full moon. She tried to quell her fear telling herself that the water could not rise as high as she was, that it would not reach her.

She had become so adjusted to the almost silence that when a sloshing sound came from the back of the cave she screamed. She pulled herself up against the wall and pressed into it wishing to become invisible, her brown eyes strayed to the back of the cave.

 

They settled on the softly gleaming image of a man, he was tall and lean; his hair was long and inky black. He was dripping wet and naked all but his most private parts uncovered; every part of him gleamed in a wet light cast by the moon. His eyes where the most unnatural shade of blue-green and seemed to glow with more than moonlight. But the most unnerving part was his smile, it was warm but the razor sharp teeth behind it chilled her to the bone.

 

She whimpered softly, and pushed herself harder into the rock wall, the pain in her back an unwelcome reminder that this was not a dream.

The man's smile faltered at the sound of her voice, and he backed further into the shadows.

“Who are you?” He breathed the words, and they sounded strangely foreign to Eadan's ears his accent was unlike any she had heard before, almost as if he spoke the words as they were meant to be pronounced, phonetically perfect.

 

“E-Eadan. W-who are you?” she stammered her eyes locked with his.

“I am `He who rules'. I have no name, no need for it.” He shrugged his sinewy shoulders and took a step toward her. Swallowing hard she asked

“'He who rules'? Rules what?” he laughed at her as if the question was absurd.

“Why, the seas of course.”

Before she could blink he was at her side looking out onto the watery landscape. His hands remained motionless at his side, and she noticed that his fingers where almost too long and tipped in what appeared to be claws.

 

“Every drop of seawater on this earth is my domain, my kingdom. And this-” he moved his hand to encompass the cave. “-My eastern tower.” He turned to her, and she reluctantly decided he was to most amazingly beautiful creature she had ever seen.

“Since you seem to have, unwittingly, entered my tower, I have decided to meet you.” His Caribbean coloured eyes roved over her figure, and his mouth once again broke into a warm smile.

“It is a great pleasure to meet you Eadan.” He said with a tilt of his head.

Eadan nearly fainted in fear, when he reached for her hand and raised it to his mouth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Planting a soft kiss upon the back of her hand, he inwardly crowed at the emotions and confusion he could sense rolling off of her in waves, it was a sweet sensation, everything about her was sweet.

 

 

 

Eadan calmed a bit when he turned from her and moved to stare back out to sea. She once again noticed how naked and wet he was.

 

After a moment she asked.

“Aren't you cold?”

she moved slightly closer to the edge of the cliff and looked over; she was overcome with shock and fear when she saw the water had risen within feet of the cave opening.

 

 

 

Her fear had spiked, and he turned his gaze to follow hers. He saw nothing wrong, the waters were merely rising to pay him reverence, could she possibly…no.

“Why would I be cold?”

 

She tried to swallow the bile that rose into her mouth at the sight of the rising waters, his words snapped her back.

“You're wet, an-and n-naked.” She turned her eyes to the back of the cave where she could hear water sloshing as she pressed even closer to the cave wall.

 

“I am always wet…and naked.” He turned following her gaze; she did not even blush at his teasing tone, what was causing this fear?

 

 

 

 

The water kept rising and was now within inches of spilling onto the cave floor. It was as if the sea was rising simply to spite her.

 

When the water finally spilled into the cave she gave a whimpering cry and backed away toward the middle of the cave. She wrapped her arms around herself and tried to reason the fear away. She no longer took notice of the sea lord as she was so intent on not going mad with fear.

 

 

 

 

 

He circled her once trying to understand what had her so uptight, it couldn't possibly…

A memory assailed him; there was water, lots of water and a screaming child.

As quickly as it had come the memory was gone. He gave himself a mental shake.

 

“What is wrong?” his voice beside her ear drove her from her stupor, the seawater lapped at her sandaled feet and she flinched with each watery caress.

“Water.” She whimpered, memories of why she feared water washed up upon her crushing her moral with each pulsing wave.

 

She had been a toddler only two years old, her family was on vacation, she had walked off into the waves that had called her so lovingly, with a sweet unknown song, tugging at her child's heart it had promised her something.

 

It was a while before she was found washed up on a nearby beach, completely safe but traumatized, something in the water had rescued her, but now she realized that same something is what she feared. It was a childish fear but one that could not be ignored. When the water came so did it, her saviour, and her nightmare.

 

Suddenly she was lifted into his arms, her thin sundress became wet upon contact with his chest, and dew formed on her skin where he touched her.

“You should not fear water, for it cannot hurt you, it would not dare.” He held her in one arm like a baby and brought his other hand to her cheek.

 

She gazed with confusion into the eyes of her saviour, her nightmare.

 

When his lips descended upon hers the fear fled from her leaving in its place the uneasy knowledge that the object of her nightmares would now be the essence of her dreams.

 

He claimed her mouth, his tongue instantly delving in; he brushed her lips with the dull front of his razor sharp teeth, and pulled away as he felt her relax into his embrace.

 

 

“You where not meant to fear the water.” He wove his clawed fingers into her coppery tresses to cup the back of her head.

“You where meant to love it.” And with that he dove for her exposed neck, once again grazing the dull side of his teeth along her skin. He felt her pulse with his tongue and sucked. She shuddered softly in his arms/

 

He was not cold, he was very, very hot, and her hand of its own accord was splayed across his wet chest.

 

He moved his mouth to her ear, licking the shell and then the cup, he had not known a human could make these sounds, these low, feather light, moans that she was uttering. And then he whispered to her. “I remember you.”

 

He twisted her in his grip and pulled her legs to settle around his waist. He moved one hand to cup her bottom and the other to splay across her back and moved his mouth back to hers. He whispered against her lips, his eyes half lidded “Do you remember me?”

 

As he settled his lips upon hers she locked her ankles behind his back and her arms around his neck, she stared with her own half lidded gaze into his Caribbean blue eyes. The kiss was short, more of a caress.

 

“You saved me, why?” she pulled back as much as she could leaning against his hands, her own played across his well defined chest.

 

“You came to me. I called, and you came” he moved his hand that had cupped her bottom to her lower back and raised his other hand to her face, brushing her lips with his thumb, following the caress with is eyes.

 

“You heard my voice, the voice of the sea and you loved it.” He kissed her again.

 

“But, I scared you,” he paused to study her face. “You where too young to understand,”

His voice had grown deeper as he spoke and she watched as his face changed. His eyes glowed brighter, his canine incisors lengthened into fangs, slits appeared on the sides of his neck and his hair was no longer simply black but dark, dark blue. She realized then that the water had risen to his waist and that it was not cold nor was she afraid. But his gaze was so intense that she could not look away, he read her soul.

 

A swell of water surrounded them and they were lifted and carried out to sea.

 

 

 

He laid her down on a beach and spread himself over her, leaning on one arm he moved to once again caress her face, it was then she noticed his fingers were lightly webbed, they were not repulsive as the idea implied, but beautiful.

 

She closed her eyes at his touch and moaned.

 

His hand moved down her chin to caress her neck, he found her perfect, her loveliness rivalled that of the sea nymphs, and she was infinitely more innocent than they were.

 

He lowered himself to his elbow wrapping that forearm under her neck, and stifled a sound of pleasure as her hard nipples pressed though her clothing to tease his chest.

 

His manhood pressed into her thigh, and the firmness of her flesh tantalized him. she was so much smaller than himself, not to mention mortal and vulnerable, he would take his time and be gentle with her.

 

He pulled back far enough for his hand to caress her breast through her clothes, leaning down he lowered his mouth to the top of her sundress, ripped the fabric with his teeth, and flicked his tongue to the exposed valley of her breasts.

 

She moaned and arched her back, her hands flying to tangle in his hair. He moved his hand to finish the job of slicing off her dress. She was heavily endowed and her breasts sprang forth from the confines of her dress, bouncing lightly when they settled. She wore a sheer white bra that merely kept her breasts high and did not offer much cover; the dark skin of her nipples was clearly visible.

 

He lowered his mouth to one of the peaks beneath her bra and sucked upon it, nipping gently. She let out a long moan and her fluid spilt out between her legs as she arched her breasts toward him, his nose sank into the mound.

 

He brought his free hand to the other breast and marvelled at its size, his long fingers could not wrap their way across the mound. He slid one claw between the fabric of her bra and her flesh and ripped the thin fabric releasing her. He reached his hand to her valley and broke the thin ribbon that held the cups together and moved back to watch as he released both her breasts fully.

 

She watched him with heavily lidded eyes, his where dark with passion but still glowed that unearthly turquoise colour, his tongue flicked across his lips in a gesture of desire as her naked breasts settled into place.

 

Looking into her eyes he let his hand travel along her chest until he reached the un-ripped portion of her dress, caressing as he went. His eyes flashed and before they dimmed she was no longer wearing the dress. She let her hands sink from his hair to rest on his cheeks and he growled, a feral, animalistic, sound as he dove to claim her mouth. His body ground against hers and she brought one leg to settle over and around his, Locking him to her.

 

 

He released his other arm from behind her neck and moved to touch the thigh of the leg that held him. breaking the kiss and loosening her hold he moved down kissing her chest and stomach as he made his way to her maidenhood.

 

When he reached her navel he stuck his tongue into the slit and listened as she cried out in mild ecstasy. Her hips bucked up into his chest.

 

With this reminder he moved to her last outer barrier and stuck his nose to where it covered her most delightful of parts. Letting out a growl and using his teeth he bit the fabric, barely grazing her and causing her to cry out again.

 

Once the fabric was removed he once again stuck his nose to her and inhaled her vanilla scent. He brought his hands to the flesh of her outer hips and with a growl plunged his tongue into her.

 

She cried out and gasped as he lapped her, his nose grazing her clit with each stroke, his hands kneading her hips hungrily, as if milking her.

 

The vibrations of his growl sent shivers of pleasure up her back and she presses herself into him. moaning soft oh's at every lap. Sensing she was about to come he pulled her tighter to his mouth and let her.

 

With a breathy scream her fluids shot into his waiting mouth, her entire body twitched with pleasure as he continued to lick and lap at her, his nose rubbing her swollen clit, the pleasurable ministrations did not stop and neither did her cries, until she panted, completely exhausted.

 

He moved away from her pleasured area and licked his lips and nose, cleansing himself of her wonderful taste. “You are beautiful, your taste…you taste like…” he could not find the words to describe her and so he crawled back up to her face and whispered. “Beautiful.”

 

She was almost delirious from the throws of her pleasure and did nothing but pant open mouthed as he lowered himself to her.

 

The one part of his body she had not seen was pressed to her pleasured area, it was not slick with water, like the rest of him, but hot and dry, pulsing heatedly, each pulse bringing back memories of her first orgasms.

 

He placed his arms on either side of her head and lowered himself to his elbows, he dug his toes into the sand and suspended his body above hers, between her legs.

 

Slowly he lowered himself so that he rubbed along her clit and vagina, and then raised himself again to repeat the motion until she began to moan again. He kissed her lips as he dropped fully his head waiting at her entrance. He dipped in and felt her tense and let out a guttural moan into his mouth.

 

 

“Ung! P-please!” she broke from the kiss and wrapped her legs around him.

“Please what? What do you whant?” he said between kisses as he dipped in again and pulled out, she was heaven in his arms.

 

“You!” her eyes rolled back and her hands reached to pull herself off the ground to him, she tried to thrust herself upon him, and succeeded but only partially and he pulled out again only to thrust back in fully. She froze in his arms and cried out, a sound different from the ones before, he had felt her last barrier break.

 

He did not hold still but moved slowly in and out massaging her clit every time he withdrew. After a while she shuddered again, and slumped back exhausted as he sped up.

 

It was all she could do, scream and moan out the pleasure he was giving her, and she heard him too, growl with each thrust and groan with each withdrawal.

 

 

 

She was unimaginably tight, the pressure of her walls pressing in on him, and then the release from her was quickly building his pleasure, he hit her sweet spot with each of his thrusts and watched her as she moaned and twitched, and then screamed as she reached another orgasm, he felt her hot fluid coat him and he thrust faster. She came again before he did, this time she arched her chest up and her breast brushed him.

 

He let out one more feral growl and raised his face to the sky, removed himself and in one fluid movement plunged back into her, bringing his teeth down upon her shoulder as he rode his own orgasm. The taste of her blood fuelled his pleasure and brought her to another orgasm.

 

She was startled by the strange sensation of him biting her, but the pain was nothing to the pleasure she was feeling.

 

He was not human, that misconception had fled long ago, he was the ruler of the oceans, so he had to be some sort of… of what? When she caught her breath she asked.

“W-what exactly…are you?”

 

He released his grip on her shoulder, licked away the blood, and lifted himself to look at her.

“Does it matter?” and he kissed her.