Midnight Swim

Midnight Swim

By: Kyara Caledonii

Copyright March 1, 2001

Roy stood naked at the shoreline. His toes clutched at the warm sand as he watched the hypnotic roll of the ocean toss wave after endless wave at him. The full moon bounced a luminescent path off of the water’s inky surface, and the warm air was rich with salt. Unable to resist any longer, he stepped into the water.

When he had moved far enough out that the waves were pushing and tickling at his thighs and his crotch was becoming wet, he dove gracefully into the depth. He swam underwater for a time, then surfaced and rolled onto his back. Water spouted from his mouth and he looked up at the stars. He relaxed and let the waves gently move him at their will. He glanced towards the shore. The lights marking his beach house were a tiny speck in the distance, but he did not care. There was no fear of the water in him. He'd lived near it, in one place or another, all of his life. The ocean was like an old lover who would envelope him with her infinite stretch of arms and welcome him to her breast over and over again.

The woman's head bobbed above the surface of the waves. She watched with fascinated curiosity as the man plunged and frolicked in the water. His strong, muscular body captivated her…especially his legs, and she saw that he swam with sure, quick strokes. He rolled onto his back and let his body float with the current. Fantasies danced through her mind and her pulse quickened. What would it be like to feel his mouth upon hers, his strong hands caressing her body, his legs touching her…clinging to her in pleasure? She knew her time was close and she bit her lip with indecision, then quietly dropped below the surface of the water. She moved until she was directly beneath his floating body, and looked up. The muscles in his legs and buttocks rippled seductively as he paddled his feet up and down. She longed to touch his skin…feel the texture and contours, but held back. She understood he was also a danger to her, and despite her need, she did not reveal herself.

Suddenly, the man turned and dove, propelling himself quickly towards the bottom. He had caught her unaware, lost in thought and she gasped with surprise, but he passed by her, oblivious to her presence.

She paused consideringly a moment, then turned and boldly followed him.

He shot straight down, his arms and feet manipulating the water to allow his passage. As he reached the ocean floor, he slapped the sand with his hands, then spiraled his body, preparing to launch himself back to the surface.

His eyes fell on her. Shock at her sudden presence caused him to yell aloud and jerk backwards. Though being underwater muffled his cry of surprise, she heard it with clarity, and froze. This was her first experience approaching a human, and she watched him warily, as he stared back at her. She was mesmerized by the iridescent color of his Jade green eyes as they met her pale ones.

She wondered if she’d made a mistake, in revealing herself. What would his reaction be after the initial shock wore off? Would he see her as a trophy; something to be killed and taken to land, to show off to other humans? Or would he be frightened? In either state, he had the capabilities to hurt her.

Endless moments passed and neither of them moved.

His mind was filled with incredulity, and he was barely able to comprehend the vision floating in front of him. She was the most stunningly beautiful creature he had ever seen in his life, yet could not imagine how she could be real. Her hair, long and full, floated around her in perfect waves and ringlets. It was blinding white, exquisite by its lack of color. A paleness that reminded him of a pure and undisturbed snow bank. It swayed gently with the movement of the water, dancing against her shoulders and shrouding her in a glowing halo. Her face was rounded, broken by the inset of two icy blue eyes. Her skin seemed just a shade darker than her hair, the color of a rich cream and her lips, the only bright color on her, were a pair of dark red slashes against the milky background of her face. Her bare breasts, generous and exquisite, floated freely, with the faintest hint of pink in their centers.

Below her navel, he saw with an equal mixture enchantment, horror, and disbelief, that her skin disappeared...or rather merged with the scales and fins that made up her lower half. Her tail...the tail of a fish...slowly moved back and forth, creating gentle ripples in the water. The color of her lower half was pearl, but it was streaked with iridescence, so that, as it caught the faint beams of the moon, it changed to pink, then to yellow, then a minty green.

Quite suddenly, Roy realized he was in desperate need of air. His lungs were burning fiercely, and he had no choice but to turn his back on the mythical creature and propel himself towards the surface.

Then her arms were around him and they were thrusting towards the surface together. The delicateness of her appearance belied the strength with which she carried him, and they shot upwards at an inhuman speed.

As his head broke through the surface of the water, he gasped frantically, taking large greedy gulps of the night air. She moved around, keeping her hands on his waist, until she was directly in front of him.

"...Thank you…” he panted. Her face was so close, that he was engulfed by the unusual salty fragrance of her breath. The moonlight reflected in the eternal icy blue depths of her eyes and she seemed to be inspecting him closely.

Cautiously, she reached out and touched his chest...then, gingerly traced her finger over his nipple. A gasp escaped his lips at her boldness, and then he grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth.

“You’re stunning.” He breathed and kissed her fingertips. She moved closer until her soft breasts pressed against his chest. Her hands crept upwards and curled through his dark hair and she brought his mouth down on hers. His tongue caressed hers, exploring the warm cavity of her mouth, tasting her unique salty flavor. His hands slid down her shoulders and found their way to the perfect orbs of her breasts. His fingers teased her nipples, pulling and rolling them, causing them to swell with passion. She moaned against his mouth and trembled. He pulled his lips away from hers and while his eyes never left her face, he brought one perfect nipple to his mouth. She threw her head back with pleasure as his mouth closed over that tiny pink button. He sucked at it greedily, flecking it with his tongue making it hard and tight. As he moved his mouth to the other breast, he felt her tail come up between his legs and he inhaled sharply. She brought the forked tip of the tail forward against his buttocks and pushed him against her. His stiff member ground against the soft scaly texture of her bottom half and he moaned aloud and rocked his hips against her.

“I want to make love to you.” He breathed against her throat, his blood roaring with arousal. She backed away from him slightly and grabbed his hand from her breast. He looked at her questioningly. She moved his hand slowly down her body. Over the flat expanse of her belly, passing from skin to scales, and then a bit further…and then he felt the soft, fleshy opening and his eyes widened with shock.

Without further hesitation, he pushed hard into her yearning and hungry body, his legs wrapped tightly around her tail. Her hands that had been so delicate and tender before, had now become claws that raked at his back as the throes of passion consumed her. It was everything erotic and animal that he had ever fantasized about. It was raw and intense and pleasure without comparison. Poets could only write about such passion. Singers only sing. He was experiencing it and he gave himself over to the rare beauty; body, mind and soul.

As the process began, she experienced a shock at the exquisite pleasure he gave her with his hands and then his mouth. This was her first time, and she hadn’t realized it would be so enjoyable. She reveled in the wild torrent of feelings.

It went on for hour after endless hour. She took everything he had to offer, then pushed him further to give even more, which he did with a mindless abandon.

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When it was finally over, she kissed his bruised lips tenderly in thanks, and watched as the waves swept his lifeless body away.

As she turned and dove beneath the waves, she thought that when the time came again, she would have to remember that humans were such fragile creatures. She hadn't meant to take his life, only to fertilize her eggs.

She swam away with supernatural speed, towards her colony, and sang songs of joy and mourning as she went. There were many preparations to be made in the coming months, as she waited for the birth of her children, and though she felt remorse at taking the human's life, his memory, instead of fading grew stronger with each mile she swam.

The End


	Midnight Swim By: Kyara Caledonii Copyright March 1, 2001 All Rights Reserved. Story cannot be reprinted/reproduced without Kyara's permission. Roy stood naked at the shoreline. His toes clutched at the warm sand as he watched the hypnotic roll of the ocean toss wave after endless wave at him. The full moon bounced a luminescent path off of the water’s inky surface, and the warm air was rich with salt. Unable to resist any longer, he stepped into the water. When he had moved far enough out that the waves were pushing and tickling at his thighs and his crotch was becoming wet, he dove gracefully into the depth. He swam underwater for a time, then surfaced and rolled onto his back. Water spouted from his mouth and he looked up at the stars. He relaxed and let the waves gently move him at their will. He glanced towards the shore. The lights marking his beach house were a tiny speck in the distance, but he did not care. There was no fear of the water in him. He'd lived near it, in one place or another, all of his life. The ocean was like an old lover who would envelope him with her infinite stretch of arms and welcome him to her breast over and over again. The woman's head bobbed above the surface of the waves. She watched with fascinated curiosity as the man plunged and frolicked in the water. His strong, muscular body captivated her…especially his legs, and she saw that he swam with sure, quick strokes. He rolled onto his back and let his body float with the current. Fantasies danced through her mind and her pulse quickened. What would it be like to feel his mouth upon hers, his strong hands caressing her body, his legs touching her…clinging to her in pleasure? She knew her time was close and she bit her lip with indecision, then quietly dropped below the surface of the water. She moved until she was directly beneath his floating body, and looked up. The muscles in his legs and buttocks rippled seductively as he paddled his feet up and down. She longed to touch his skin…feel the texture and contours, but held back. She understood he was also a danger to her, and despite her need, she did not reveal herself. Suddenly, the man turned and dove, propelling himself quickly towards the bottom. He had caught her unaware, lost in thought and she gasped with surprise, but he passed by her, oblivious to her presence. She paused consideringly a moment, then turned and boldly followed him. He shot straight down, his arms and feet manipulating the water to allow his passage. As he reached the ocean floor, he slapped the sand with his hands, then spiraled his body, preparing to launch himself back to the surface. His eyes fell on her. Shock at her sudden presence caused him to yell aloud and jerk backwards. Though being underwater muffled his cry of surprise, she heard it with clarity, and froze. This was her first experience approaching a human, and she watched him warily, as he stared back at her. She was mesmerized by the iridescent color of his Jade green eyes as they met her pale ones. She wondered if she’d made a mistake, in revealing herself. What would his reaction be after the initial shock wore off? Would he see her as a trophy; something to be killed and taken to land, to show off to other humans? Or would he be frightened? In either state, he had the capabilities to hurt her. Endless moments passed and neither of them moved. His mind was filled with incredulity, and he was barely able to comprehend the vision floating in front of him. She was the most stunningly beautiful creature he had ever seen in his life, yet could not imagine how she could be real. Her hair, long and full, floated around her in perfect waves and ringlets. It was blinding white, exquisite by its lack of color. A paleness that reminded him of a pure and undisturbed snow bank. It swayed gently with the movement of the water, dancing against her shoulders and shrouding her in a glowing halo. Her face was rounded, broken by the inset of two icy blue eyes. Her skin seemed just a shade darker than her hair, the color of a rich cream and her lips, the only bright color on her, were a pair of dark red slashes against the milky background of her face. Her bare breasts, generous and exquisite, floated freely, with the faintest hint of pink in their centers. Below her navel, he saw with an equal mixture enchantment, horror, and disbelief, that her skin disappeared...or rather merged with the scales and fins that made up her lower half. Her tail...the tail of a fish...slowly moved back and forth, creating gentle ripples in the water. The color of her lower half was pearl, but it was streaked with iridescence, so that, as it caught the faint beams of the moon, it changed to pink, then to yellow, then a minty green. Quite suddenly, Roy realized he was in desperate need of air. His lungs were burning fiercely, and he had no choice but to turn his back on the mythical creature and propel himself towards the surface. Then her arms were around him and they were thrusting towards the surface together. The delicateness of her appearance belied the strength with which she carried him, and they shot upwards at an inhuman speed. As his head broke through the surface of the water, he gasped frantically, taking large greedy gulps of the night air. She moved around, keeping her hands on his waist, until she was directly in front of him. "...Thank you…” he panted. Her face was so close, that he was engulfed by the unusual salty fragrance of her breath. The moonlight reflected in the eternal icy blue depths of her eyes and she seemed to be inspecting him closely. Cautiously, she reached out and touched his chest...then, gingerly traced her finger over his nipple. A gasp escaped his lips at her boldness, and then he grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth. “You’re stunning.” He breathed and kissed her fingertips. She moved closer until her soft breasts pressed against his chest. Her hands crept upwards and curled through his dark hair and she brought his mouth down on hers. His tongue caressed hers, exploring the warm cavity of her mouth, tasting her unique salty flavor. His hands slid down her shoulders and found their way to the perfect orbs of her breasts. His fingers teased her nipples, pulling and rolling them, causing them to swell with passion. She moaned against his mouth and trembled. He pulled his lips away from hers and while his eyes never left her face, he brought one perfect nipple to his mouth. She threw her head back with pleasure as his mouth closed over that tiny pink button. He sucked at it greedily, flecking it with his tongue making it hard and tight. As he moved his mouth to the other breast, he felt her tail come up between his legs and he inhaled sharply. She brought the forked tip of the tail forward against his buttocks and pushed him against her. His stiff member ground against the soft scaly texture of her bottom half and he moaned aloud and rocked his hips against her. “I want to make love to you.” He breathed against her throat, his blood roaring with arousal. She backed away from him slightly and grabbed his hand from her breast. He looked at her questioningly. She moved his hand slowly down her body. Over the flat expanse of her belly, passing from skin to scales, and then a bit further…and then he felt the soft, fleshy opening and his eyes widened with shock. Without further hesitation, he pushed hard into her yearning and hungry body, his legs wrapped tightly around her tail. Her hands that had been so delicate and tender before, had now become claws that raked at his back as the throes of passion consumed her. It was everything erotic and animal that he had ever fantasized about. It was raw and intense and pleasure without comparison. Poets could only write about such passion. Singers only sing. He was experiencing it and he gave himself over to the rare beauty; body, mind and soul. As the process began, she experienced a shock at the exquisite pleasure he gave her with his hands and then his mouth. This was her first time, and she hadn’t realized it would be so enjoyable. She reveled in the wild torrent of feelings. It went on for hour after endless hour. She took everything he had to offer, then pushed him further to give even more, which he did with a mindless abandon. ******************************* When it was finally over, she kissed his bruised lips tenderly in thanks, and watched as the waves swept his lifeless body away. As she turned and dove beneath the waves, she thought that when the time came again, she would have to remember that humans were such fragile creatures. She hadn't meant to take his life, only to fertilize her eggs. She swam away with supernatural speed, towards her colony, and sang songs of joy and mourning as she went. There were many preparations to be made in the coming months, as she waited for the birth of her children, and though she felt remorse at taking the human's life, his memory, instead of fading grew stronger with each mile she swam. The End**