and
honestly, I'm not used to so much activity."
She did not want to continue the fuck? She was sated
after only one climax? Jeenai knew many fems who would bite a mal
who left them without providing further stimulus. Still, if that
was what Helena wanted, that was what he'd give her.
He nodded. She snuggled closer to him, opened her
mouth wide and took in a deep, long breath. "I could really just go
to sleep right now."
In his realm, the passing of time was measured by
the tide, the current, the hungers of the body. He rested when he
was tired and woke when he no longer needed rest. "If you need to
rest, then you must do such."
She nodded, but made no move to rise. Jeenai scooped
her into his arms and stood, knees stiff to combat the pain slicing
through his feet. Helena clung to him for a moment and made a noise
of surprise, then relaxed. Jeenai took her to the place she
rested... The bedroom, he reminded himself. He laid her down on the
bed and pulled the covers around her. Then he kissed her on the
forehead.
She gazed up at him. "You're unreal."
"I'm real, Helena."
She wiggled against her pillow, her eyes already
closing. "Too perfect," she mumbled. In the next moment, she
slept.
Jeenai watched her for a while, soothed by the
steady rhythm of her breathing. It reminded him of the constant
noise of the ocean. He bent to kiss her forehead again, then left
her to her rest.
His body hungered for sustenance, and he pulled a
loaf of bread from a drawer, some cheese from the... What was it
again? The fridge. He made what Helena had called a sandwich, and
consumed it heartily. Remembering how she had placed the soiled
plate in the washer of dishes machine, he did, then wiped down the
table with a damp cloth.
Jeenai looked around, satisfied he had left the
kitchen the way he'd found it. Living above was more work than in
his realm, where the sea took care of messes such as those.
Stomach full, he wandered out to the deck that
surrounded the house. Night had fallen at last, and the dark sky
sparkled with the stars he'd so often admired. He lifted his nose
to the air and took in a breath of salt-scented air. Beyond the
sand, the water glistened and beckoned in the moonlight.
The low roar of the waves called to him, but Jeenai
knew better than to try and walk along the sand. Every step would
be torment, and he couldn't risk getting close to the water.
Something splashed close to shore and caught his attention. He
looked more closely.
It could have been a pod of his closemates.
Porpoises often liked to leap and play so close to the beach. He
looked again, and recognized the figures in the water.
Krall. Persis. Gile. Moral. Tyde. Offren. All his
brothers...come to visit him? They jumped from the water with
powerful sprays, their bodies twisting in the air before they
reentered the ocean. Did they know he was standing there?
Just beyond Helena's house, a battered wooden dock
stretched part way out over the water. Tucked into a small cove
made by the island's ragged edge, the dock had been built over
calmer water, but it was still the ocean. One drop of salt water
would turn him back into what he had been when he visited the sea
hag.
The sudden, irrational longing to see his brothers
made Jeenai jump from the deck onto the sandy gravel and head for
the dock. He leaped from the sand onto the splintered boards and
kept to the center of the dock. The water was calm now, without any
high waves to splash him, but he knew all too well what a fickle
mistress the sea could be.
He reached the end of the dock and found his
brothers, the six of them, bobbing in the water with identical
grins on their faces.
"Greetings, oh, my brothers," Jeenai said.
"Look at the split-tail with our brother's eyes!"
said Persis, his oldest brother.
He splashed and Jeenai jumped away. "Stop that!"
"Is he afraid of the water now, poor, little
split-tail?" This came
honestly, I'm not used to so much activity."
She did not want to continue the fuck? She was sated
after only one climax? Jeenai knew many fems who would bite a mal
who left them without providing further stimulus. Still, if that
was what Helena wanted, that was what he'd give her.
He nodded. She snuggled closer to him, opened her
mouth wide and took in a deep, long breath. "I could really just go
to sleep right now."
In his realm, the passing of time was measured by
the tide, the current, the hungers of the body. He rested when he
was tired and woke when he no longer needed rest. "If you need to
rest, then you must do such."
She nodded, but made no move to rise. Jeenai scooped
her into his arms and stood, knees stiff to combat the pain slicing
through his feet. Helena clung to him for a moment and made a noise
of surprise, then relaxed. Jeenai took her to the place she
rested... The bedroom, he reminded himself. He laid her down on the
bed and pulled the covers around her. Then he kissed her on the
forehead.
She gazed up at him. "You're unreal."
"I'm real, Helena."
She wiggled against her pillow, her eyes already
closing. "Too perfect," she mumbled. In the next moment, she
slept.
Jeenai watched her for a while, soothed by the
steady rhythm of her breathing. It reminded him of the constant
noise of the ocean. He bent to kiss her forehead again, then left
her to her rest.
His body hungered for sustenance, and he pulled a
loaf of bread from a drawer, some cheese from the... What was it
again? The fridge. He made what Helena had called a sandwich, and
consumed it heartily. Remembering how she had placed the soiled
plate in the washer of dishes machine, he did, then wiped down the
table with a damp cloth.
Jeenai looked around, satisfied he had left the
kitchen the way he'd found it. Living above was more work than in
his realm, where the sea took care of messes such as those.
Stomach full, he wandered out to the deck that
surrounded the house. Night had fallen at last, and the dark sky
sparkled with the stars he'd so often admired. He lifted his nose
to the air and took in a breath of salt-scented air. Beyond the
sand, the water glistened and beckoned in the moonlight.
The low roar of the waves called to him, but Jeenai
knew better than to try and walk along the sand. Every step would
be torment, and he couldn't risk getting close to the water.
Something splashed close to shore and caught his attention. He
looked more closely.
It could have been a pod of his closemates.
Porpoises often liked to leap and play so close to the beach. He
looked again, and recognized the figures in the water.
Krall. Persis. Gile. Moral. Tyde. Offren. All his
brothers...come to visit him? They jumped from the water with
powerful sprays, their bodies twisting in the air before they
reentered the ocean. Did they know he was standing there?
Just beyond Helena's house, a battered wooden dock
stretched part way out over the water. Tucked into a small cove
made by the island's ragged edge, the dock had been built over
calmer water, but it was still the ocean. One drop of salt water
would turn him back into what he had been when he visited the sea
hag.
The sudden, irrational longing to see his brothers
made Jeenai jump from the deck onto the sandy gravel and head for
the dock. He leaped from the sand onto the splintered boards and
kept to the center of the dock. The water was calm now, without any
high waves to splash him, but he knew all too well what a fickle
mistress the sea could be.
He reached the end of the dock and found his
brothers, the six of them, bobbing in the water with identical
grins on their faces.
"Greetings, oh, my brothers," Jeenai said.
"Look at the split-tail with our brother's eyes!"
said Persis, his oldest brother.
He splashed and Jeenai jumped away. "Stop that!"
"Is he afraid of the water now, poor, little
split-tail?" This came
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