Rainlashed by Leda Swann

reached down and touched her pussy. She was soaking wet and trembling with desire. He put the tip of one finger into her tight little cunt. She moaned with pleasure and pushed against him, urging him to go deeper.
    If she wanted him to fuck her, he was more than ready. He would show her that he was in control, that she belonged to him. He would take her and let her know that he was master here, and that his every order had to be obeyed. By the time he had finished with her, she would be begging to obey him.
    His cock needed no further preparation beyond the sight of her naked ass. He was as hard and ready as he had been on the beach. He withdrew his dripping finger and rubbed her juices on the head of his cock to moisten it, then parted her pussy lips with one hand and with the other he guided his cock home.
    Her cunt was slicker and tighter than he could have dreamed of. As tight as a young virgin’s untouched cunt. She cried out as he entered her, and thrust her ass back to meet him.
    He withdrew a little way and then drove in to her as far as he could go, until he was pushing toward her womb.
    Hard and fast he thrust into her, until she cried out with ecstasy and he felt her convulse around his shaft. Then he withdrew again, his cock still hard and throbbing, and dripping with her juices.
    That had been about her and her only. He would not take her here, bending over in the sitting room, for his own sake. He could afford to be generous once in a while. After all, because of the foolish bargain she had made with him, he had all the time in the world to fuck her whichever way he wanted to. And fuck her again he would very shortly, just as soon as he had her in the privacy of his own bedchamber and away from any spying eyes that might happen to chance on them.
    She was still bent over where he had left her, sobbing loudly, gulping air into her lungs with deep, noisy breaths.
    He felt irked at her distress. She had practically been on her knees begging him to fuck her, and now she was weeping over it? “You did not like that?”
    Her face turned to his, and he could see that her tears were tears of joy and wonder, not of pain or hurt. “Yes, I liked it.”
    Thank the Lord for small mercies. He never could bear a weeping woman. He did not like women who thought they could manipulate him with their tears—he was no green young fool to be so easily led by the nose. He pulled his breeches up again and buttoned them over his still-throbbing cock. He held out his hand to her, eager to have her to himself in private. “Come then, I will show you to the bedchamber you will share with me.”
     
    Maya straightened up again and wiped the tears from her face. So that was what the sisters had delighted in and talked about and obsessed over until she had almost been sick of hearing about their human lovers. Now she understood what all the fuss was about. Now she understood what drove them to discard their seal skins on a regular basis and cast themselves on the shore for a lusty young fisherman to find them and to fuck them.
    She herself was ready to get down on her knees and kiss the man for making her feel so sensual and excited, for fulfilling her in ways that she had never dreamed of, but for the fact that she didn’t think that would please him overmuch. He certainly had not been happy to find her touching herself, even though she was glad that finding her with her fingers in her pussy had finally goaded him into fucking her.
    She would touch herself every day, if that was the effect it had on him. Never before had she felt such wondrous pleasure.
    If fucking her like that was what he liked, she would be only too glad to spend the next few hours, even the next few days, in studying how to please him. She would almost be sorry when she had pleased him enough to get back her seal skin. Already she knew that she would miss his touch. No other human, no eager young farmer boy or square-shouldered blacksmith, no lusty fisherman or