Neptune's Daughter

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-55410-744-5

Page :328

Word Count :82000

Publication Date :2010-08-24

Series : #

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Category : Erotic Romance

Product Code: 978-1-55410-744-5

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What was Brian to do with this golden haired maiden, a gift from the sea…

Brian Driskill couldn’t believe his eyes. A mermaid! She had to be a mermaid. What other possible explanation could there be for finding a gorgeous golden-haired woman clinging all but naked to a channel marker in the middle of the ocean? In the middle of night, when there was no one there to see?

His cock sighed. It seemed, for a terrible, horrible instant, to lose its way beneath the onslaught of misty mermaid-flesh that used him, and used him, and then used him even more.

Moaning, lacking the strength or breath required to make his moan audible, Brian convinced his eyes to close.

And he sank.

Beneath the waves.

Mermaids must come from somewhere.

At some point, they must do ‘this’ or something very, very similar with mermen. Mustn’t they?

The thoughts, unutterable and nonsensical to anyone else, circled endlessly inside his mind.

Atop him, Ellie’s posture changed.

Shuddering, closing the flesh with which she entrapped him…flesh between her two very real and very powerfully human legs, flesh with which he knew she’d only begun to enslave him, she wrapped herself even tighter around him. And moved in an even newer way.

Brian opened his eyes just in time to see her straighten, still joined with him and to him, to flick the long and moonlight-jeweled waves of hair that itself flowed like a vast and limitless sea back from her face. Back from his face.

Her new angle gave him an all new angle. Rocking backward, settling her hips a little more firmly atop his aching, already weary and terminally weakened thighs, he discovered she gave him…or took from him might be a better way of expressing exactly what she accomplished…an all new depth to his penetrations. A much greater depth, he thought in the bewildered and befuddled way she left him to think, than he’d ever in his life achieved.

Ever.

“Ellie.” The sound whispered across parched lips.

As if she…mermaid-goddess or mermaid-demon, whichever she might turn out to be…was drawing the water from him. As if she needed that particular water to thrive and survive, as all mermaid goddesses needed continued supplies of that most essential element to sustain them.

She continued to rise and fall. And rise and fall. Atop him. Stroking sea-fire through him with each and every motion.

He decided she was indeed a sea-goddess.

No one who wasn’t a goddess could ever make a man feel like this. So…lost. So happy to be lost. So in dread of being found again, and being forced to return to the real world, the harsh world, the lightless and empty and mind-dulling world.

He’d just never heard of a vampire sea-goddess before. He’d never heard of one sucking the very life’s water out of anyone before.

And then he wasn’t thinking at all.

Then he was simply reacting. Simply feeling, in the most elemental and visceral ways. Every nerve ending in his body came suddenly and shriekingly alive. Gloriously alive, terrifyingly alive. Terrifying, because surely no man…no mortal, human, flesh-and-blood-man like himself…could expect to feel so alive and so aware and still believe he would be allowed to escape unscathed.

Ellie was changing him.