The Lake

I swim to the water's surface and take a gulp of air. The chilling water is warmed by the sun still fading behind the trees and deep into the horizon.

This getaway from the fast-paced life of the city is exactly what I needed. Just me, and nature. I rest my arms on the grass at the water’s edge and gently kick my feet. The water ripples around me, and sways with me.

Birds chirp softly, the wind rustles the leaves, and the deep smell of grass and water is aided by the waterfall at my back.

I sigh into the feel. My mind was finally blank, finally at peace.

After a minute of peace, I start thinking about all the shit I’ll be returning to in just three days.

“Fuck.” I grumble and turn around using the soil to help me stay tethered to the edge.

When I return I’ll have to give up half my apartment to my mother’s husband’s daughter so she can study close to home, and still be under her father’s watchful eye. Then I’ll have to give up half my car so she can go back and forth between work and school, because I work from home.

I shout into the sky. The sound echoes and distorts the further it gets.

“Fuck.” I grumble again.

The current pulls me hard, almost yanking me underwater.

I look towards the waterfall. Nothing big fell over the edge so there was no reason for that strange current.

Once again I am yanked, this time I go sailing under the water.

I manage to get a breath of air before going under.

Instead of darkness, I am met with a pair of seagreen eyes.

I can’t move at all. Not to run, not for air.

I just stare into the eyes of the creature in front of me. With a leg’s width away it holds tightly to my ankle. Slowly, it begins to pull me closer.

Its long blonde hair stretches out behind it into the murk of the water. Its face is structured and chiseled like a Greek statue. It has pointed ears pierced by the tooth of a shark, almost like it was intentional.

I hold my hands tightly to my mouth and try not to scream as it pulls me closer and closer. I am not even a quarter of its size, as it looms over me.

The creature's large hand snatches my throat and raises me out of the water.

I gasp, coughing out the small amount of water I swallowed. I pull at it’s hold on my wrist with both my hands.

It stares at me in the fading sunlight using its fingers to tilt my head this way and that. We move with such a swift ease in the water, if not for the shifting current I wouldn’t know we had moved at all.

It presses me against the wall of soil. Its body, large and broad, pins me with no effort at all.

I could only stare in horror as the long talon-like fingernail dances close to my throat. The same width and length as an army pocket knife.

My knife, however, was five feet away in a mound of clothes, along with my gun. If I knew there was something…no, someone in this water I wouldn’t have come in unprotected, and I won’t have entered naked.

It strokes my neck and face curiously, before pulling back just enough for me to breathe easier.

But I hardly do, worried breathing harder will startle it into killing me.

“D-do you speak?” I whispered. Hoping not to spook the damn thing.

It blinks at me before coming close again.

“How could I not?” it asks. Its deep voice gives me a full-body shiver. It’s dark, thick, accented, and husky.

Fuck talk about sexy, this thing has the voice to charm any woman into the water.

I chuckle awkwardly.

“Sorry about coming into your home. If I knew it was occupied-“

“Stop trying to convince me not to kill you.” He says cutting me off.

Like a lung full of water I am suddenly very aware of how far in deep shit I am.

I make for my clothes only to be pressed against the ground gasping for air under its sudden weight. My outstretched hand just an inch away from a solution.

“Going somewhere?” he purrs in my ear. His hand runs the length of my body in a slow exploration. His warm, large hand palms my ass while the other gently cradles my throat.

I pray he won’t do what it feels like he might.

“Just let me go. I’ll leave quietly you’ll never hear from me again.”

Something of his slides against me. I don’t know if it’s legs or some kind of fin. But it’s uncomfortably long, strong, scaley, and bigger than my body, so he better keep it to himself.

He laughs, the thunderous sound ripping through the air and hushing the birds.

With ease, I am flipped around to face him.

“You come wading into my water stripped down and needy, but yet beg me to let you leave? What kind of host would I be not to satisfy my guest?”

My eyes grow wide at the flick of a dark red tail out of the water and then back in.

“What the fuck are you?” I ask him pressing so deep into the soil, rocks press into my back painfully.

He snickers. “You can’t tell?” he snatched my hand and runs it slowly down his chest down his flat stomach and chiseled abs all the way to where his waist turned into large, soft, and warm scales.

A fucking mermaid.

I can’t believe my eyes, or what I am feeling. The only thing I can confirm is that this monster is most definitely aroused.

The malleable scale, that it’s placed my hand on is continuing to grow in girth and firmness. I’d be lying if I say I wasn’t a tiny bit curious to see what that actually looked like but I didn’t want to stick around and find out.

As I pull away he slips my hand beneath that soft scale until it’s met with a nicely tucked cock, that was much bigger than that scale let on. The feel of it on my hand alone lets me know I am in grave danger.

I swallow back my surprise.

“I think I’ve overstayed my welcome. How about I take you up on that next time.” I say and quickly pull my hand back. But all it does is make it worse. I can feel how he’s been released from his confine.

He smiles lazily. “Mhm right. You can take me up on it now.” He whispers and snatches my hips.

I grab the clothes fumbling to grab my pants. I shuffle around for my gun but he tears it from my hand and throws it to the center of the lake. I can see it splash into the water along with my way out.

I turn to him and he tilts his head.

He sneers. “Trying to kill my offer?” With a devious laugh, he presses his length against me. I pull away from him hitting and pushing to no avail. I shudder at the feeling of him entering me.

Within seconds the pain of his massive cock turns into pleasure.

“That’s right.” He whispers softly. His hands shift my hips until I am wedged on him balls deep. The feeling is a whole-body experience. From head to toe, I feel filled and warm.

He pulls back out and presses in. His tail rubs against my butt, as he slaps into me.

“Fuck,” I moan, spots dancing behind my eyes.

He thrusts softly in and out, his tail creating that wet slap that drives me crazy. I bite my lips trying to remember and remind myself. I don’t want this, and I didn’t ask for it.

His hands fondle my chest and his lips cover me in a soft flurry of kisses.

Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist as his thick cock covered in small, delicious scales, gently scrapes all my walls in a way that makes my toes curl and my body brace for orgasm.

I moan loudly as he grinds his cock in me, fully centered until I’m writhing and convulsing. His lips cover mine and he presses that lazy smile into my neck.

“Better?”

I don’t want to admit but my body felt so good it brought tears to my eyes.

“More?” he asks.

I could only whimper in response. “M-more.” I manage.

He presses his back into the water, and we float as he pulls back and thrusts into me. The position gives me full access to impale myself until my vision blurs and my legs go numb.

The sun has dipped so far behind the trees only moonlight illuminates his golden hair like a halo, as his deep green eyes watch me satisfy myself with his massive cock. I rush to catch that feeling building in my stomach and he watches with his mouth slightly ajar.

A deep trilling sound tumbles from his lips, and he jerks his hips to meet my thrusts.

“Fuck woman. Are you trying to get pregnant?” he asks. He turns me around on his cock and presses into my back. “Unfortunately for you, this'll have to be a one-time thing.” He whispers.

I moan as he takes my arms and pushes me forward towards the water with each thrust. I am horrified to look down at my reflexion's hazy gaze as he fucks me until I can’t formulate words.

But I can’t stop him. I don’t want to stop him.

As I find myself cumming again. I manage to mumble a hoarse, “slow down.”

He does, slowly snapping his hips into me with grace. He pulls me up so he may lay wet kisses over my lips and whisper naughty words that make my ears hot.

Suddenly he pulls out, and that delicious feeling of being full is replaced by the cold chill of the water, the night’s rough breeze, and the harsh slap of reality.

“You handled that well,” he praised. He runs his hand through my tangling hair, nails scraping lightly against my scalp like he’s petting me.

I scoff, “are you going to kill me now?”

He laughs. The sound is deep and resolute. “Now why would I do that? I am not a monster.”

I pull from his warm embrace and swim back to land. As I pull myself out of the water, I finally feel the weight of my skin, and the weakness in my bones.

All I have left is my shirt and pocket knife. I glare at him, donning what I have and stumbling away.

He smirks. “You should be more careful human. There are lots of scary things in this forest.” His laughter follows me into the dense trees, scaring away the birds and squirrels.

I don’t listen to him instead, I pick up the pace back to my cabin, back to my weapons, so I can come back for revenge.