Full Story
A bed of hot sand and a blanket of sunlight. No wonder I fell asleep lulled by the waves. My first vacation after moving to Australia for work. The drive to the south coast had been one hell of a road trip. A lot more fun than the move six months prior. From the dry cold of Alberta to the frying pan full of venomous critters. The deliciously warm pan, which was defrosting my bones that fine holiday season.
In my dream I was about to bite into a fresh panini dipped in a warm and creamy soup. But I woke up to the sound of heavy breathing coming close. I opened my eyes to stare back at a…
Leopard seal?!
I rolled away and ran up the little hill to a thick, grassy edge. Once on high ground, I looked back to see the seal was still next to my towel. It sniffed the pricey piece of fabric and made a couple of calls. Those teeth were pointy. I didn’t want to be anywhere near that mouth.
Nonetheless I couldn’t help but feel like it was lonely. These vocalizations and low trills reminded me of a telephone line nobody was picking up.
The tide had been rising in my sleep. It was a couple of minutes away from reaching the towel. I sat there on the grass waiting for the formidable beast to inevitably go back into the water.
It did not.
After galumphing on my towel, it settled and stared back at me.
“Go!” I yelled out, anxiously watching that tide rolling in. “I want my towel back, you thief!”
I sighed. I stayed at a rental shack that had a rule about keeping towels inside at all times. The one I brought to the beach was my travel microfibre one from home. That seal was there chilling on a towel I had bought in a specialty store for a good amount of cash.
The leopard seal perked up at me yelling. Of course it could not understand a word I said. It made those lonely calls again followed by a moan.
“Leave my towel alone you scoundrel!” I yelled back once it stopped.
More calls ensued until a wave splashed a back flipper. Dainty fuck didn’t want to get wet. Galumphing off the towel. Maybe I could finally get it back. But the seal grabbed it in its mouth.
“Don’t you dare leave with it!” I stumbled to stand, only to tumble down the hill or should I call it a tiny ravine. My ankle had gotten in an odd position. I tried to move it, feeling instant regret, “Fuck…” The pain was getting worse by the second.
Then I realized how much danger I was in. There was still a leopard seal on the beach with me. Now I could not outrun it.
What the hell was I thinking?
As expected, it galumphed its way to me and it had the towel bunched up in its mouth. I tried to rush my way into standing up only to fall back down with a pain and fear fuelled whimper.
The seal froze at that. But the moment passed. Galumphing slower, it dropped the towel to the side. Then, I was the one to freeze. Its mouth was getting way too close to my leg for comfort. But all it did was huff and sniff me. I must have been losing my mind. Because the beast was looking for a wound.
It looked up to my face with a faith trill. Why was it acting all cute now? Why was I so eager to plaster human emotions on this animal?
“I twisted my ankle,” I stated with the calmest tone I could muster.
If I remained calm, maybe its prey drive would not make me its next meal. Hard thing to do when a mouthful of sharp teeth got nose to nose with me.
“Please don’t maw my face,” I whispered under one breath.
Its attention went back to my swelling ankle. It was not blue, yet. I was never good at gauging pain, so I was not sure how bad it was. I didn’t want to take too many chances. I was going to need to crawl up the path to the Airbnb, since there was nothing to lean on. It was better if my ankle was immobilized for that endeavour.
I let out a single laugh, seeing that the only tool at my disposal was behind the creature that somehow was more worried for me than its own hunger.
“Can you pass me the towel?” I joked out loud. Because I had no clue how to have the seal move away.
It got close to my face again. It was easier to keep my cool the second time around.
“The towel.” I pointed at it baring the mother of all poker faces.
Now my hand was the one to be sniffed. It even got a lick and a huff. I was gobsmacked to see the seal back away. When I made a move towards my towel, it made way for me.
This was getting more than weird. But I was not going to spit in the face of progress.
The leopard seal watched me administer myself first aid. With my ankle secured in the knotted towel, I turned to the path.
The rocks looked sharp all the sudden. The idea of crawling on them in a bikini… I sighed in frustration.
At least the predator by my side had not killed me.
The animal in question started making those trills again with a lot less gusto.
“What?” I looked straight at it.
It pressed its nose against my good foot with a moan.
“What do you want? Clearly, you are not trying to eat me.” I turned and begun my ascension, only for the seal to bite my good ankle and prevent me from crawling further. It was not even biting hard enough to hurt me.
I fell to my side, groaning, “Come on… I need to ice my ankle. Let go!”
It did let go. Only to galumph at top speed to block my path with a hiss.
“What is it you asshole?” I said behind clenched teeth.
Nose to nose again. That must have meant something but I was no seal expert.
“Really? How come?” I joked, aggressively pretending to understand.
Suddenly it pushed my shoulder with its nose, flipping me on my back and landed its head on my stomach carefully but with a firm, heavy weight.
“Really?” I repeated with more anger.
It gave me a sharper hiss.
“Fuck you too. I guess,” I hissed back.
After a moment of nothing, I decided to take more risks. One hand on its head and it softened up with a sigh. A good sign for my life span, not my ankle.
Then the fucker started sniffing my crotch.
“Hell no!” I smacked right by its ear without thinking.
That earned me a loud hiss and teeth closing on my wrist. Still careful not to wound me.
Now I was full on hissing back as loud as I could, “Get off!!”
With my free hand, I smacked its nose.
It did release me, only to aim for my neck. Still not biting rough enough to hurt. Nonetheless I was insulted by the blatant threat.
“You!” I gritted out.
It squeezed harder and I was more than pissed off. Abandoning all survival instincts, I pulled hard on its whiskers. It did not let go.
Not until the impossible happened.
One moment the whiskers slipped out of my grasp. The next, there was now a man on top of me where the seal had been.
“What the fuck?” I whispered as his now blunt teeth let go of my neck.
He was blinking harshly, looking down at his body, visibly starting to panic.
“It’s okay.” I hushed, grabbing his face. “Breathe slower.”
I took exaggerated slow breaths until we breathed in tandem. Calming down, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and bent his neck to breathe me in. This was beyond absurd, yet his earlier behaviour now made a lot of sense. He was not your usual leopard seal.
Lick.
He was slobbering all over my sandy shoulder.
“That’s enough,” I said, pulling him away by the hair.
Silky curly black locks. He was gorgeous, now that I was getting a good look at him. The tanned skin of his face was redder than his body. I put my forehead to his. He was burning up.
“You have a fever and my ankle is busted. We are going to the shack.”
He was staring into my eyes with no sign of understanding.
“You.” I touched his chin. “Me.” I touched mine. “Up there.” I gestured up the grassy hill.
Now he understood something, glancing between me and the path. His gaze fell to my bound ankle with his full brow all furrowed.
“Can you help me?” I wondered.
He tried moving his legs and cringed when one knee bent, free to move on its own
Right…
No way he knew how to walk if this was the first time he had taken human form.
“It’s fine.” I patted his shoulder. “I’ll show you how to crawl.”
Sat up, I pushed him off me to crawl on my knees.
“Like this.” I glanced at him.
He was already trying to assume the same position. Halfway up the path, I checked back on him, and he was right behind me.
Thankfully, the shack was right by the beach and the only one around. What was a minute long walk turned into a ten-minute crawl as we got on the rocks.
I led him inside the shack and closed the door. Holding on to the couch, I got up and tested my ankle again. Not too bad. I could not walk on it, yet. But I could get away with just bandaging it.
I hopped my way to the bathroom. Audible sniffing came from the seal man, following me on all fours. His eyes were all over the shack. Inside the bathroom, I got the walk-in shower going, with the coldest water the shack had to offer. I was drinking from the sink when he got into the shower, open-mouthed to drink too.
That comedic sight got a laugh out of me before joining him to sit on the wet tiles.
It was very cold after baking in the sun for hours.
But my knees and shins were covered in scrapes and we had sand everywhere. Mister leopard seal was shivering. Probably from the fever. The best I could do is bring the water up to room temperature. I didn’t want to risk a melon size ankle, and a seizing seal turned man. He was less insulated as a human. Thinner skin yet still a plush layer of fat.
My bikini went off in a corner along with the towel. I washed my scrapes with soap under the attentive supervision of the shape-shifter.
“Come here,” I said, gesturing for him to sit next to me.
He huffed, crawling to me under the shower head. Not knowing I was about to sting the crap out of his legs and hands.
First, the lathering of his knees.
He hissed at me leaning closer to my face. But I grabbed his throat, cleaning his shins.
He froze and looked down. My eyes followed the direction of his gaze. To a place I had been avoiding looking at.
And he had an erection.
I squeezed his throat a little harder, making him let out a whine.
“Sorry,” I apologized, letting go and dragged my gaze back up to his face.
“Shhh-oo?” he tried to copy the sounds I made, slowly climbing on top of me.
Not sure what to do, I let him lick my throat and give it a nip.
At that point…I started to wonder. Why not?
So much absurd shit had gone down. I began to wonder, why not fuck the leopard seal man? You only live once, right?
My body turned soft as I yielded to my base impulses. He gazed into my eye, our lust a reflection of the other’s.
Yea. Why not?
I turned off the water, slipping down to a more comfortable position. He continued licking my neck and I opened my legs for him. Hell, this might only be a dream. I would wake up on the beach from a wave touching my foot.
I grabbed him by the hair again. This time, to guide him to my mouth. I kissed him messily until he began to grind against me.
“Here,” I hushed after broking our kiss to grab his cock.
He shivered with a moan.
“Right here,” I continued, guiding him to my entrance.
He made his way inside with some hesitation until I kissed him again. He got back to rutting, this time in me.
Sadly, it did not take long for him to come.
I wanted more. But the bottom of the shower was not the best spot. I also needed to get dry and wrap my goddamn ankle.
“Off,” I ordered him with a push of the shoulders, too much of his confusion. Since he had been trying to cuddle me.
Water back on, I washed his seed off me.
What if I had gotten pregnant from that? No… he was not human. That should not have been possible. Right?
I could hop my way to a cab and get plan B at the pharmacy. Although, I had been wanting to have a child for years. Waiting to find a partner had led me nowhere and the whole donor thing crept me out. Would this seal man even realize I had his child once he returned to the seas?
What was I going to do if he didn’t leave? What if he was stuck as a human? Would I have to bring him home with me?
The man seal was petting my leg as I wondered about all that stuff. He had a seeking gaze, as if trying to think up ways to get me all warmed up and eager again.
No. No more leaps in judgment. It did not matter how kissable his lips were. How cute his pout or easy to get lost in his eyes. Or how having his hands on my body made me feel more alive and living in the moment than all the tips and tricks I had gotten from therapists over the years.
I got out, turning the water off and dried myself the best I could, sat on the closed toilet. Then I hopped towards the bedroom across the hall, abandoning him in the bathroom and grabbing the first aid kit on the same trip.
Hop, hop, and on the bed. I tested my ankle again, stretching it slightly. Still not turning blue, even after I put some weight on it. Huffing came from the bathroom. Then the sound of someone falling.
Great. He was trying to learn how to walk. We did not need more injured folks around. One was enough when the other could only crawl.
He was on the floor of the hallway with a scraped chin and lost puppy eyes.
“Get over here,” I told him and patted the bed to my side.
Instead of trying to climb on, he hugged my legs. He was warm. Warm and comfortable. I just had to pet his hair. He took it as a sign to smell me and open my legs.
“We need to eat, food,” I scolded him, “At least I do.”
He licked my inner thigh. One little nip and my hand gripped his hair. We had already done it once… why not twice. I needed to come at one point.
God, how was he getting me so horny?
“If you bite me there, I’m punching your handsome face.”
I moved further on the edge of the bed to open my legs wider. He huffed once with a slight smile and dove right in to taste me.
While, obviously, he didn’t know how to bring me to completion with his mouth, it did not stop me from enjoying myself. He was eager, licking up all he could. Licking until it got to the point where all that teasing needed to lead somewhere. Maybe he could learn a thing or two by watching.
I pushed him off to play with myself.
He appeared hypnotized by the show I was putting on in front of him. It did not take me long, seeing how turned on I had gotten. But it was far from enough.
“Here,” I said as I pulled him on the bed by the hand.
“Sh-he-uh,” he tried to speak again.
“Good boy,” I cooed and pecked his nose, and he moved to be on top of me. Despite his clear intentions, he let himself fall back when I pushed him down. It was my turn to tease him, straddled on his lap and grinding my cunt against his cock. I kissed his hands and put them in different spots on my body to see which one he would like to grope. He settled on my waist, grabbing my love handles.
If he could have spoken, he would have been begging. Instead, he used his eyes and short, needy sounds. They were so cute and throaty. When I finally took him in, his deep brown eyes went sparkly.
“Even if you come,” I bent to murmur against his lips with a roll of the hips. “You’ll have to throw me off to get me to stop before I am done.”
He followed me up sitting with his back straight. His teeth latched on my shoulders and neck again. I held his face there, chasing my pleasure. It was hard getting traction without making my ankle hurt too much. It ended up straining some muscles I didn’t often use. That burn carried me to a much more satisfying orgasm. I slowed down, clinging to him out of breath.
Not done himself, he lunged, throwing me on my back. My head hung off the bottom edge of the bed. Fully exposing my throat to his teeth. This time I felt the sink into my flesh rather than pinching my skin.
My scream transformed into an earth-shattering moan as I came again. Harder than I ever had. I could almost feel my neurons getting fried.
He cleaned the bite with his tongue. New waves of pleasure rolled through me, gently this time.
I was so exhausted I couldn’t move.
Not when he pulled out or licked my pussy clean of him. Only when I heard that worried, plaintiff grunt as he hugged my waist. Sluggish, I pushed him off to curl into myself. My stomach rumbled. I had not eaten breakfast yet. At least the sun was still out. I was going to need to get up and go to the kitchen.
The seal man left my side, frantically flopping to the ground.
“What now?” I looked down to see he was once again a leopard seal. He rushed out of the room only to fight against the back door to the beach. I got up on my two feet on reflex and had to grab at the wall in pain. Deep breaths. If I leaned on something, I could most likely walk it off. At least that was what I had convinced myself.
“Back away,” I shooed as I got to him.
He looked at me, making a little pleading moan.
“Eager to leave?” I pushed him off the door and opened it. “Can’t say that doesn’t hurt my ego, but…” I watched him galumph out into the distance. “Why the hurry?”
Watching him leave painfully pinched at my heartstrings. But it was for the best. In a week I would have to drive back north. Better rip the Band-Aid sooner than later, right?
Finally listening to my stomach, I headed to the refrigerator and made myself a pan seared sandwich with a tin of soup.
That bite mark would be permanent. Touching it with my fingertips, I could feel it scab over. That would be hard to explain at work. The bruises would have time to heal beforehand, hopefully.
Stomach full, I grabbed a book and lounged on the veranda. Of course I couldn’t read it. I was stuck having to wrap my head around what had happened.
The sun was sinking into the sea when I heard it.
The leopard seal’s vocalizations.
Why was he back? Why was I so eager to run down the beach?
Instead, I threaded the path carefully to see him galumph onto the little piece of beach left out of the water.
“Pussy too good?” I chuckled under my breath, sat on the grassy edge, swinging my feet a little.
When he got in front of me, I did not expect him to be carrying a whole fish. All bloody and gross.
“Ew.” I sighed, “I already ate you know.”
He pushed the fish under my feet. Pointing at it with his nose before making a trill.
Looked like staying one more week was not enough. I was already getting attached to the silly bastard.
