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Of course!!! I love your stories!! Especially your sapphic ones. But your style of writing brings a very realistic sense to love, while still capturing those flutters and jitters of what it’s like. I also love how when writing smut even when getting particularly down and dirty there is still consent, and connection between characters. And the writing makes it an intimate connection not a commodity.

Sunflower.

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Lengthy read. Cute idiots

Ingredients: mxf. Selkie!m x human reader!f. Cm play, outdoor experiences, tooth rotting fluff, playful selkie man coming for your heart, unique positions for your pleasure, God I'm so fucking tired you guys what have I done oh my God. Exchanging coats, marking, clothed shenanigans. Bjs and eating out like a true gentleman. Idiots who forget to introduce themselves

Summary: after so many abusive relationships have burned you. You do the sensible thing and run off to the sea- where you sell overpriced junk to tourists. Until you meet a very strange guy who has made it his mission to make you happy and you him.

Authors note: I lost track of whether they were on a dock or boardwalk so please- have mercy on a land locked writer. I couldnt keep track. I grovel before you.

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The day couldnt begin or end fast enough. It passes in a haze filled with fantasies and desperate wishes. A pervasive numbness dulling your emotional pain as you slog through day after day at your job in the tourist shop. Day after day of selling stupid keychains and tiny bottles filled with even tinier ships. Ships you pretended to sail away on over the crisp waves. Normally they would be full of swimmers clad in colorful suits and ivory gulls bobbing on the waves.

But when it was this cold out the sea was barren. The depths etching out thin bands of indigo against the shallow banks. Water changing hue ever so slightly reflecting the desecrated sky. A sky with frigid white clouds and a swirling blue frame with the sun hovering just out of reach above the clouds. When they broke shafts of light drench the ocean revealing hidden hues and shorn smooth rocks below the surface. The waters were empty. No splashing neon swimmers or paddle boarders clogging your view. Nary a boat in sight and when one did chug by it was a fishing vessel, not an elaborate yacht to ruin your mood.

It all begins on your lunch break on a gloomy day. Feet on the rail your eyes bore into the water below the dock. Etching out monsters and phantom fish beneath the dulled water. Perhaps a large fish would float by, bloated with ice from the passage of time at the chilly surface. Even a tin can would do.

Something, anything to capture your attention and pull you out of your mind. A mind that kept swallowing you into memories of your abusive relationships. The pain. The persistent suffering of trying to do the right thing but always being at fault.

The neglect emotionally and physically was enough to force you to abandon everything entirely.

It left you feeling like those ship-in-a-bottle toys: isolated by invisible forces and floundering for help as a childish man shakes your world. No one hears your cries for help as he shakes and shakes the bottle. No one cares. You're just a toy.

It all hurt. Your heart ached so desperately for sanctuary. Your eyes dulled and gave up hope for yourself. It was better, you had decided, to be alone on your own ship than being shaken violently by someone else. Fortunately for your isolationist tendencies the boardwalk was empty save for the gulls bundling up together around the closed stalls of snow cone stands and airbrushed shirts.

They looked like a gang of little pre-teens. Free to roam yet stubbornly huddling together for safety out in the big wide world. Normally they would mob and pester a fisherman or two until they gave up a sacrificial fish or bag of chips.

But today they had no one to bother. The usual fishing folk had trickled off over the last week. Many loudly complained about the strange lack of fish. Even now you can see their bright coolers on the distant shore. The fish must be biting there, maybe there was a warmer current over there.

You fish your own treat from your jacket pocket: a lollipop. Unwrapping you pause, catching sight of something dark in the water. A shape directly below you solidifies so suddenly your body instinctively freezes.

The way he just fucking appeared!??!

It was as if he was always there-except it wasnt. What the actual hell??

His long dark hair clung to his skin in smooth waves etching further down his body. Only caught in whirls by the steady lapping of water against his body. But what startled you the most was how shockingly blue his eyes were against black sclera.

Silence hangs on an invisible line hooking the two of you together. Your mouth opening and closing. His eyes blinking up at you. Patiently waiting. Unmoving. Eerily unmoving. He wasn't treading water. Just bobbing up and down.

Up and down.

Up and down you wag your lollipop. “What? Are? You? Doing ? Down? There?” The question hisses out before you can stop it. Eyes bulging you cannot take your eyes off him. What if he started drowning? How were you going to call for help when life guards weren't on duty?!“Its freezing cold! What is wrong with you?!!? Youre going to DIE!?”

Instead of panic, mild bewilderment flashes over his face. He gazes at his arms and returns with a sheepish smile, “warm to me.” He insists with a bubbly laugh.

“Warm to you!?” You gape incredulously at his insistent nodding. “Warm to you?!” You repeat, lollipop still waving but this time gesturing towards the wrought iron emergency ladder. “Get out of the water, you dick!”

Surprisingly he does. Abnormally long limbs clambering up the ladder and onto the dock. Your eyes instantly fell to his toes, they were soot black and incredibly long. The black pigmentation spread to his knees. The rest of him was bare. Bare except for a piece of fabric draped around his hips. His eyes bobbed along the kitchsy shops and vibrant signs until you reel him back, loudly clearing your throat.

“Ahem! Mister! Hold still!” Without even thinking your jacket flies from your shoulders. His body freezes, eyes blown wide he watches your fingers soothing the fabric over his shoulders. There's no way you could know what you were doing. No way you could know what he was and yet you were offering your source of warmth. Your comfort.

“I said hold still!” Wrapping it around him as best you could. You dont fail to notice how his eyes widened, peering down at you beneath vibrant brown lashes.

Your heart quickens and a feeling of bashfulness begins building in your stomach. Looking back down at your fingers fighting earnestly to button the jacket. “Youre going to get cold.” You mutter struggling to at least get one button fastened over his broad shoulders. “Geez, youre tall.” Glancing up your eyes meet his once more, “bet you get that a lot huh?”

Before he can answer you’re pointing out the way back into the warm shop. “Come on, you need to dry and warm up.” Grasping his arm with both your hands you guide him along.

Babbling about the shop and the amenities as if he was just another tourist. Not some weirdo you had coaxed from the sea.

He follows with silent obedience. Star struck inside the shop he never holds still. Instead you find him picking up and examining every item. His elongated fingers delicately plucking up the animal keychains. Holding them aloft before his face he studies them. Then places them back upon the hook they called home.

Mostly silent he spends a great deal of of shaking the snow globes while you doled out your meager funds to get him a shirt, sandals, and a pair of shorts. He declined all quite adamantly until you explained he was drawing far too much attention to himself.

After showing him the bathroom you provide him the privacy to dress. Waiting outside to get some air and quiet time before you finished up your shift. When he did emerge, joining you on the boardwalk section the pants were backwards. “Uhm… you know… nevermind.” You mumble staring at the strangest sight since the tourist season had closed a few months ago. He didn't look bad. Quite the opposite. There was something charmingly deceiving about his big eyes and gangly limbs.

“Shall I remove them?” He finally inquires, blinking down at you with a tilt of his head. Fingers picking at the seams of the shirt and shorts uncomfortably. They were all a bit tight on him. Poor guy.

“No, no. They look great on you! Really!!” Reassuringly lying you pat his arm, much to his apparent delight. His face softening considerably. Your hand lingers upon his warm muscular arm, its only then do you really notice the black pigmentation of his fingers. It spread like a natural stippling to just below his elbows. The same on his feet. Very even. Strangely even.

Has to be a tattoo. But now that you looked….

Those toes were unbelievably long. So were his fingers and arms. He also had those black sclera which were increasingly creeping you out. He could be a nightmare demon or something strange.

Unable to look away from his abnormally long digits with black nails to match, a chill of unease sinks down your spine. Your mind runs through a list of creatures he could be but none fit. “Well it was nice, you not freezing and all, but i have to go back to work now.” It would bother you all day if you didnt ask. Lingering your chew your lip, hesitating before you finally give in. “But before i do, can i ask a question?”

He nods a warm smile gracing his features. Tall silent type. You could work with that. Better than the overly mouthy tourists.

“What were you doing in the water when it's this cold?”

“I noticed you were here. So I came to see you!” He begin as if he hadnt just said something potentially creepy.

Did you have a stalker?!

Retracting your hand you find your arms crossing. Far more guarded now. “What? Why?” Hesitancy grows in your gut. Now things went from strange to vaguely threatening.

“Why?” He repeats, raising his brow, lips thinning in confusion. “Because… Whenever I see you, you look so sad. I do not think I have ever seen you smile.”

There was something sweet about that. But unsettling. Why hadnt you noticed him? He was massive. Rubbing your arms in the cold ocean breeze you push past it. “Mmm, I try. It just doesn't happen often.”

Didnt happen especially in the last few years. No, far more than that. Youd smile for coworkers but you had no one else. Your home was empty and pictureless since you fled the countryside for a life by the sea.

The sea that was just as cold as the blowing winter winds on the grasslands. Just as cold as your heart had become over the years.

Stooping down to be on your level he smiles broadly. A flash of fangs??? Were those fangs??

Gleaming in the veiled sunlight were massive teeth. Far unlike any cosmetic dental work you'd seen. “I promise I will make you smile more.” He pledges hand resting upon his own heart. Sincerity flowering from every word like the branches outside your window this early in spring. Just waiting to unfurl their petals. He unfurls your heart with such ease it shocks you to your core, “you, my lady, deserve to be happy.”

Studying his expression for any hint of malice you find none. He simply was. In a way that was almost innocent. It was endearing for sure. Smiling from the heart you marvel again at his pale eyes and dark lashes. A beautiful combination of tide and driftwood. “That is incredibly sweet, thank you.” You finally reply, wondering where this all was going. Scrubbing at your face you fight back tears. The tenderness flooding your chest was different and creates a tumultuous rip tide of emotion.

“Do not mention it.” His fingers hesitantly brush hair behind your ear. His toothy smile growing by the moment. “I mean it.” The way his eyes soften makes it seem like he's cherishing you in a way no one ever had. It was more terrifying than knowing he could be watching you.

Nodding you feel heat creep along your features. Perhaps it was anxiety or excitement. Whatever it was you wanted it again.

Towering over you once more he lets out a low reverberating hum. You feel it in your chest, like a reverb or when a lion roars. “What is your name, my lady?”

Speaking your name you see his lips move. Ghosting the name. As if testing it out. Turning away to survey the sea you lean against the rail. Without hesitation he joins you.

“For a strange man of the sea, youre not that bad. Mister?” You tease with a playful shove to his arm.

He doesn't even feel it. He doesn't seem to understand the casual way you were asking for his name. “For a sad human upon the surface, you are not bad yourself.” He agrees with a flirtatious undertone that sends your stomach floundering. Peering down at you his hand runs over your hair. “I will see you again.”

What a strange way of saying things…

What a strange way to part.

You left him on the dock, forgetting about him until you went home that night, the freezing temperatures reminding you of your missing jacket. By the time you get home your body is numb but a part of your heart is suddenly breaking through a layer of permafrost you assumed had been permanent.

Rubbing your arms you settle onto your bed. Burying beneath a blanket to get warmth back to your body. Warmth like the kind that was in his smile.

And fuck!!! You didnt know his name!? Ughhhh!!!

Life began eroding the memory of him. The time you shared sand upon the shore. Each day that passes seems to take away more of him. Yet each night you slept, he returns to you in your dreams. Each night his image hazier and hazier. Until he became a vague shape beneath the waves staring up at you.

Ever present and then gone with the next wave.

Lurking just out of sight.

Once again you stand at the boardwalk railing after work. Your mind overflowing with melancholy, running over every failed conversation and every mistake you ever made. The sea was an echo chamber. A living embodiment of all that was lost returning and then ruthlessly receding. For better or for worse.

A voice calling out on the isolated boardwalk breaks the silence. “You’re going to get cold!”

Glancing around your eyes search for the source above but you find no one. Save a seagull. “Mr. Seagull?!” You ask more to reassure yourself than to accuse the seagull. It just burrowsdeeper into it's feathers. Sharp yellow eyes blinking up at you. Then a splash draws your attention downwards.

Glancing over the edge you gasp. Just in time for a big fluffy something to collide with your face.

Squeaking you scramble to catch whatever animal hits your face. Big soft. No!! Plush even. The softest creature to ever collide with your face.

It was only as you pull it down do you realize it was a fur coat. Brown and fluffy. Your fingers loosen to avoid damaging the fur. “Huh!?!??!” Mind scrambling.

“What?! What???” Looking down your eyes meet him as he bobs, the shadow of the dock almost swallowing him whole. “What??!!” You repeat holding the jacket aloft. Despite its size it weighed almost next to nothing. Which went against everything you knew of fur coats.

“So you may stay warm!” He calls up a wide smile breaking his solemn expression.

Holding the jacket up against you, youre struck by its softness and yes its warmth. It wasnt like other fur items youd seen. It didnt feel dirty or stained by death. It wasnt like the sweeping ones from movies. Somehow, as you pull it on, it feels warm. Warm from within. Gently tugging the edges you examine how it encompasses you. Snug despite being larger on your frame. How comfortable it was. An unexplainable warmth fills your weary soul. A giggle bubbles out before you can stop to think twice.

“Do you accept?”

Peering over the railing with a smile that hurt your cheeks you nod. “ I accept! Thank you! Really! This is-” pursing your lips your hands skim over the coat again. If you had been paying attention you may have noticed him shiver. But you were far too captivated by the coat. “This is saving me. It's so kind of you!”

But when you look back, he's gone. Just a thick trail of bubbles deep beneath the waves.

Walking home your fingers never stop rubbing the sleeves. Never stop self soothing with your fingertips or burying your face into the fluffy fabric. It was always warm. And the smell?

The smell alone had you burying your nose into it just to inhale it. Your body curls around it as you lay upon your bed. Fingers and thumb rubbing and rubbing and rubbing as you fall asleep

It was as your eyelids grew heavier you decided you needed to get him another gift.

Another gift.

A gift you found in the grocery store. The brilliant flowers immediately caught your attention.

Reminding you how reserved he seemed yet how bright he was. The blossoms jostling against your new coat on the walk there. Seeing the bouncing petals made you wonder how you could see him smile more. Smile just for you. Was that selfish? Maybe. But you didnt care, he had a bouquet of sunflowers and daisies now!

“Sunflowers?” He repeats, the pair of you huddle upon the small pebble patch. The smooth pebbles glistening in warm browns and greys in the budding sun. Hidden from the biting wind beneath the shade of the boardwalk above and the sea wall beside. It was a perfect meeting place for your strange fish friend.

“Sunflowers.” He murmurs again, blue eyes casting to the nearby dapples of sunlight filtering beneath the boards.

“Mhmm! This ones baby’s breath.” You point out, leaning closer to explain which flower was which. “This one is a daisy-” your shoulder bumping into his where it remains.

He playfully gasps, prodding your arm with his finger. “You!? You stole a baby’s breath?!” drolly shaking his head he looks down at you with sheer disappointment. “I cannot believe it. I thought humans merely stole candy from babies.”

“No! No! I could never take something from a baby!” You giggle loving how his solemn face shifts between confusion and playfulness. Ever changing like the tide. “Its the name of the flower because it's small and delicate like a baby’s breath.”

Nodding his long soot black fingers test the durability of the flower in question. Pulling back when inevitably the blossom crumbles. “Mmm. Fragile indeed.” Eyes darting to you, his gaze lingers upon your face for some time. Tracing along your lips and the angles of your cheeks.

“Indeed.” You repeat, plucking a flower from the bouquet to lace behind his long pointed ear. Nestling it in his wavy hair. It looks as if you had planted it in fresh soil.

Accidentally your eyes catch each other’s. Hook line and sinker you remain in his eyes. Feeling his fingers brush hair behind your ear. All you can hear is your pounding heart. Each touch builds your anticipation higher. His finger tip lingers along the shell of your ear and the nape of your neck, eyes drifting down upon your lips.

“You’re…” you begin, finger tips tracing the downward slope of his ear. It was cute, really, it made up for the creeping long limbs and the darkness of his eyes.

“You're?” He prompts, patiently waiting for you to finish your observation. Ever so slowly leaning down.

Not human would have been accurate. But you felt a flash back to movies and corny books which halted your speech. Instead your head tilts finally settling on the truth, “you’re beautiful like a sunflower.”

His head dips down. Eyes transfixed upon your lips, his tongue running over his own. “I think-” he begins, fingers falling to rest upon your neck.

“You think?” You prompt closing the gap, just centimeters apart. Watching him to see if he would take the hint.

“I think the first time I saw you I thought you were a goddess. Now I am certain you are.” His lips caress yours in a slow sweet kiss. Gentle and ebbing his pace breaks down every barrier you had erected. Just as the persistent lapping of waves breaks down the sea walls over years. But he takes merely a few minutes to demolish a prison built over a decade of pain.

His tongue swipes along your lip, testing the waters of where and how far he can go. You part for him. He savors you, purposeful and smooth with every motion. So much so you were lost in the pull of his body.

Easily your hands fall to rest upon his shoulders. All but laying against him while your breathy laughs and moans mingle. The way you nip his lip leaves him chuckling and kissing you with such zeal you all but clamber into his lap.

Air. The only reason you part is the need for air. Opening your eyes you find him and your emotions find you. Flustered, you cover your mouth with your hand. “ I should have asked first. I am so sorry. What if you have a girlfriend?!”

“Girlfriend???” He repeats as if it was a foreign word. “You are my friend and-” slowly he parses out his words. “Are you not a girl?”

He didnt know what a girlfriend was?!?!?! He had fangs!??!?! Strange ears!?!?!? Stupid long toes!?!?

What? What? WHAT were you doing!?!?

Straightening the flower in his hair you scramble to your feet. Dusting sand off your behind and pants. “I will uhmm i will get you uh-” stammering you glance around the empty stretch of concealed Beach.

No one to help you!!

“A book!! I will bring you a book. Yes! A book to explain everything.” You only pause when his hand latches onto your pant leg. His eyes shining with confusion, the same color of foam in the sunlight.

His voice is gravely and soft when he asks. “Have i hurt you?”

“No!” Insistently you take his hand, gently prying his fingers to squeeze them in your own. “No, not at all. I just-” how did you explain everything to a nonhuman like this? Wait!! You didnt have to- someone else already did.

Probably!!

Impulsively you bend, kissing his forehead. Once. Twice. Thrice.

Then your fingers perch beneath his chin. “I will be back tomorrow with a book and something else. Meet me?”

“Always.”

It's only when you get home do you realize- “can he even READ!?!?”

In hindsight, curling up on your bed to watch The Shape of Water probably wasnt the best idea.

Your mind wanders the entire time. Wanders right back to him. Eyes glued to the jacket upon your bedside stand. No matter what you do you always come back to it. The warmth and the smell alone were beacons in your nightly despair sessions. Without even realizing your fingers are sinking into the deep fluff, inhaling the scent that clung to it.

His scent.

The strange fish man.

Your strange fish man.

Yours? Yes, yours. Well, you could pretend. Pretend he was yours. Handsome sunflower fish man. Tears streak your cheeks throughout the movie and by the end you're wailing like a baby.

You wanted your fish man!!! Of course you of all people would fall for a fish man on the third meeting. Of course you would.

Your ex’s words echo in your ears ‘pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. You’re so gullible you’d fall for anything.’

But he didnt make you feel pathetic. He was kind and, despite his size and fangs, made you feel safe. He'd cherish you more than any of your exes. In fact you'd bet money you didn't have that he would love you and sex you up far better!

Before you knew it you had rolled the jacket up, panties off to the side and your hips jerk back and forth. Humping the jacket with such feral hunger it all but consumed you. The fur rushes over your folds and excites your clit. Your chest heaves with exertion as you chase your high.

Pretending he was there. Pretending he was whispering sweetly against your ear. His voice teasing you about you much you needed him. About the sounds you were making. About everything.

If you tried you could feel his heavy hands upon your hips. Taste his kiss again upon your lips.

God you needed him. Whimpering you press down harder upon the coat. Desperate for him to magically appear once more and sate your loneliness.

Your cheap bed squeaks embarrassingly loud as your pace picks up. But you couldn't stop. You wouldn't stop. It felt so good. You didn't know his name. You whined at the realization that you had forgotten again.

Your poor fish man!! You weren't being very good to him. What if he was just as lonely as you?!

Just thinking about him being sad sets you off in a whole new sprint. Closing your eyes you remember his fingers. Long and strong. Perfect for rubbing your clit, just as you do now. One hand rubbing and pinching aggressively until you squeal. Or would he rather use the length of them to slide inside you, teasing every spot in your cunt until you were squirming and dripping for him.

His thighs alone made your eyes roll. Powerful. Perfect for grinding on. Yes. Yes you were grinding on his thigh now. With new resolve your bed frame suffers the greatest mistreatment.

The dent in your wall? You'll have to patch yourself next pay check.

Morning found you sore and with a case of jelly legs. Wobbling around your small apartment.

But you were incredibly satisfied. You would have to do that again! But you had used the jacket for something outside of its designated purpose. Having no idea how to wash fur you take it into the shower with you. But to your surprise you find by the time you're done showering it's already dried.

Donning it as you leave you steel yourself for showing your new friend everything he needed to see on your laptop. A movie would be better than a book. Little did you know you wouldn't be watching anything on your screen any time soon…

You were just getting down to the pebble patch. Picking your way through the bigger rocks until you finally see him. Somehow he always camouflaged so well into the beach environment that if he hadnt moved at just the right time you would have walked passed him. It had to be some sort of magic.

A strange look on his face when you finally join him where he sat surveying the lapping waves. “Is my coat sufficient for you? Or would you like more?” He inquires, his voice unmistakably raw. Brows knit with an unnamed emotion.

“Huh?” Standing beside him you reach out your hand entwining it with his, “what do you mean?”

You ask carefully, uncertain what he was insinuating. It could be all manner of things.

“When you touch my coat I feel it.” His breathing turns ragged with an emotion. But the way his fingers grip your hand left nothing to the imagination. There was need and desperation there. Tinged with a strong dose of desire. He continues without hesitation, “I am a selkie and you have my coat. I felt your despair, your loneliness, and yes, I felt you cum.”

Stunned you almost let go of his hand. Was this wrong? Had you insulted him?! “I had no idea.”

You finally manage out, searching his face for any hint of anger. But all you find is a possessive darkness tinting his expression.

“Do you want more?” He repeats again and all you can do is nod. “Then take off everything but my coat and let me ease your hunger.”

Your hands shake with excitement. Were you really doing this? So close to the public eye? So close and now the two of you were becoming closer in a far more intimate way than a movie.

Each button and zipper becomes a struggle under his scrutinizing and heavy gaze. It already felt like he was devouring you.

Until he finally was.Upon the ground. Easing you back upon his coat. His lips meld with yours in a soft thorough kiss, teeth playfully nipping at your swelling lips and dancing tongue. His cold fingers brush along your bare thighs. Groping and kneading until he's finally pushing them apart and settling his body between them.

Moaning against his lips, your fingers slide over his wavy hair. Careful not to tangle into his thick strands. Careful to keep your naked skin against his for as long as possible. His broad chest heavy upon your body enduring kiss after kiss. Murmuring softly against his lips until he breaks away,pushing your legs apart and up.

Watching him descend down your torso, placing kisses in a line between your breasts and down your central line. Kissing until he gets to where youre already clenching for him.

There you were pinned on the sand, your knees against your chest and his tongue buried in your pulsing cunt. Your body trembles from how deep his tongue dives. Stroking the inside of your pulsating walls with such accuracy your hand barely muffles your frail whimpers.

His thumb roughly rubbing your clit in mind numbing circles. Each one causes trembles to wrack your body again and again. It felt so good. So very good. Encouraging you with his soft hums, his long tongue presses against your g spot from within. His finger and thumb torment your throbbing clit.

Eyes rolling back you suffocate a piercing moan, your orgasm snapping embarrassingly quickly.

Hips instinctively rocking towards him, but his body holds you fast. Holds you still so you cannot jolt forward or back. His nails digging into your hip, watching the spring tightening again in your expression and pulsating cunt. Overstimulation rocks you to your aching core but he persists.

Only emerging from your gushing pussy to graze a fang along your thigh. “Hold still.” His voice raw with hunger and desperation, eager to push you to another orgasm. “I have dreamed of tasting you for so long, and you have been so alone.” He sinks his teeth into the meat of your thigh, just enough to jolt you to full awareness. Eyeing the bloodless punctures his abnormally long tongue snakes out lathing the indents in your skin. Marking you as his for the time being.

His cute little mate♡.

Again and again he takes you to the peak of pleasure only to pull back until you begin pleading again. Again and again you stifle your begging and gasping. But it was becoming harder and harder. Harder to control your voice. Harder to think. To think of anything but how he would feel inside you.

He keeps teasing. Pulling back to rub his fangs along your thigh. Allowing your body to cool just enough before he returns to your throbbing pussy. Pliant whines greet him. Until finally he relieves you from your pleasurable burden exciting your next orgasm. It shatters the limits of your control. World stilling around you as you quake and shout beneath him. Your fingernails digging into his shoulders leaving trailing scratches.

He watches you return to earth, chin soaking with your juices. Eyes dancing with absolute delight. Using his powerful hands he massages your thighs, soothing your sore limbs. “How do you feel?” He inquires softly, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against yours.

Hooking your arms around his neck you pull him close. “Good. So good. Mm but-” you pause chewing your lip.

“But?” He prompts waiting patiently, peppering kisses up and down your neck. Savoring each touch.

How did you ask? It sounded so weird. “I want to taste you too.” Reaching down you tug at his body, “c'mere.” Tugging him up your torso.

He rises kneeling over your chest, his long ridged cock unsheathing from his body. “Here?”

“Mmhmmm. But closer.” You beckon, coaxing him closer again. Leaning up onto your elbows so you can take him in. He wasnt longer than a human but the shape was unique and ridged in all manner of ways. But the pearls of pre dripping onto your skin completely distracted you from making further observations. No, it just made you wetter. Gently your fingers grasp him, maneuvering the tip of him between your lips.

His eyes roll and a throaty groan bellows from his throat.

You take him deeper, hand stroking him from base to where your lips lay. Moaning at his sweet taste coating your mouth. Easing him down until you cannot take him further. Until your gag reflexes doth protest and you angle him. Running the tip of his head along the textured roof of your mouth, only to suck him back in and do it all over again.

His hips buck instinctively causing you both to moan. “So good. So good.” He murmurs licking his lips. Lips you ache to taste again. Your sunflower was so strong and tall. So cute beaming down at you only to break when you suck on him.

“Mm! Too good! Might- might lose control,” he stammers. Adoring how your eyes stare up at him. Your breasts pressing against his body only riling his erection, the veins on his cock protruding adding more to your experience.

Popping off him you lick a stripe along the underside of his cock. The coat rubbing against your skin electrifies your senses. His scent is magnetic here and it incites a deeper need in a primal part of your brain. All touch with reality eroding away beneath his scent. “Then let go, baby.” You assure nuzzling his spongey head, your mind becoming fuzzy, “let go.”

Breathing ragged from holding back his eyes close. Slowly he nods, licking his lips once more. His fingers glide easily through your hair, grasping a fistfull of roots. Yanking your mouth further down his cock. His hips pressing himself further into your throat, a low growl leaving his mouth. Only stopping when he feels you tighten. Then he gradually thrusts his throbbing cock between your lips.

Spit and precum pool, spilling from your lips. Gagging at the sudden heat thrusting again and again into your throat. Tears build in your eyes but it feels too good. That primal fuzzy headed feeling is back and all you can think of is how good he feels. How good he tastes. Your body demands more.

His gaze sears your’s with feral intensity. You're unable to look away. This possessiveness has a sharp edge overtaking his sweetness. But you love the contrast. Love how he bulges andthrobs between your lips. How you can hold his powerful thighs and still feel safe with him kneeling over you like this.

The taste was unlike anything you had experienced. It was different from a human. Somehow it left you wanting more. From the sweetness on your tongue to the wetness dripping down your legs. You needed him. Carnally and completely.

Enjoying how his shaking and moaning continues growing. The moment as fragile as the blossoms you'd bought him.

Pulling himself out from between your soft lips, he coats your face with cum. Rubbing his sensitive head along your face as he catches his breath. Teasing you with the promise of what was to come with every circular motion he made. “That's my girl.” Swirling cum along your features, a smirk upon his lips. Painting you. Marking you. Hand still tightly clutching your hair.

Your eyes seek out his with intensity you had never felt. “Now, now can we?” You begin but he interrupts you, placing a long finger on your lips.

“ How would you like to go for a ride?” He asks teasingly. “Its free.” His hand palms his length meaningfully. Bright eyes dancing with playful light.

“Yes please!” You splutter meeting him halfway when he bends to kiss you. He growls tasting himself upon your lips. Easily he rolls the pair of you. Propping you up over his hips. His hands rubbing along your thighs and up to grope your ass.

“How can I deny you?” He murmurs lining himself up against you. Rubbing his leaking head against your opening, teasing you with the sensation of his head poking just into your body. You fumble above him, legs shaking and knees straining to stay upright.

“Jerk!” Groaning your body moves instinctively, grinding your folds along his erect cock. The pleasurable sensitivity sending both of you into a moaning mess.

His head falls back while yours ducks forward. Your hands clutch his shoulders, stabilizing yourself to continue grinding upon his cock. Panting as his hardness spurts you on. This was far better than his pelt. Far better than your vibrator. Your vibrator didn't moan like he did. Didn't twitch or have such amazing ridges along its surface. The hardened ridges add incredible texture making you weaker in the knees than ever before.

“Mm! Want you!” You stammer between breaths.

“Then have me.” He responds by grasping your hips, tugging you down harder against him.

Making each drag that much better. The friction against your bodies so good you're both melting into each other.

When he cums again he spills over his stomach. Pearly beads flowing down his body until your fingers collect a serving. Smearing the mixture along your slit.

“Ready?” His panting mingles with yours. At your nod he reaches down, spreading your body for his spongy head. Hips rutting up into your body. His eyes soaking you in just as you absorb him.

His length fills you slowly and steadily to completion. Ridges pressing against every spot on your gummy walls making your toes curl and your eyes roll. Gripping his body, your hips stumble over him. Working back and forth until you find a way to stay upon him.

Helpfully his hands guide you with ease, supporting your weight and maneuvering you like it was nothing. Instead his attention remains upon your face. A look of pure adoration glowing from within. His human mate wearing his pelt? Riding him? This was the dream.

Struggling to catch your breath, your hips work him. Feeling him expand and throb pushing your pleasure higher. The coil burning in your stomach only makes you frantic for release. The sound of your bodies colliding resounds off the boardwalk above. But you don't hear it. All you can hear is the desperation to breathe. The desperate chase for release.

His body delves again and again through you, pushing just right. It's all you can do to hold on and ride him. Hold on as you're ripped further from shore until you're too far gone to be saved.

Too far until you're desperately fucking him inside your soaking core. Your mutual slick sending lewder and louder sounds floating up. His moans and growls vibrate his chest sending a pleasurable shaking through his body. All but vibrating his dick buried deep inside you.

Your body squeezes tightly, as the coil inside your body snaps with the vibration. Pulling him with you. His hips thrusting upward in a frenzy as he works through his orgasm. Burying himself deep into your body so he can flood your inner core with every ounce of his seed. He certainly doesn't hide himself. And how can he? When he looks up and sees you clad in his coat! Each time he sees it his body twitches inside you. It sends a possessive streak through him causing him to buck his hips roughly into your soft body. Until your breasts are bouncing beneath the fur.

Until hes going so frantically you cannot keep control. Surrendering to his hammering blows, your squeals echo off the wood above. Riding him becomes a challenge. His strength and power easily overtake you. Consistent strokes shove you off into another round of orgasms so strong you're squirting and falling upon his chest.

But he gives you no reprieve. Clutching your ass he pulls you closer. Pounding his cock into your welcoming body like you're his own personal sex toy. Your sharp ah! Ah! Ah! Echo back down to you even when you bury against his chest. Until he tugs you into a tongue filled kiss muffling your screams with his lips. Jaw working with his hips to fuck you so thoroughly you can only hang on.

Only breaking away to hold your body cradled against his. Cock still rapidly thrusting. “That's my girl!” He grunts, “taking me perfectly!” He praises breathless and ragged against your skin.

“Please! Ah!” You cry, pleasure fueled desperation tensing your body until the pring cannot compress anymore and you cum. He returns the favor flooding you to the point of bursting. As you lay there, rising and falling on his panting chest you can feel his seed dripping out of you.

Your eyes drift closed. Focusing on breathing you cuddle into his chest. He peppers kisses along your hair. “My sweet girl. Do you wish for a selkie mate? Say yes and you will have me for the rest of your days.” He nuzzles your hair, continuing softly “say no and I will leave you with only kind memories of our time together with the sunflower.”

Pushing up on your arms you stare down at his hopeful yet fearful expression. “Mmmm.” Poking his nose you press it harder and harder, “ yes. But only if I can go on rides far more often.”

“Oh, always my love.” His smile shifts devious and dark, twisting to suck your finger into his mouth. Tongue swirling and lathing the pad of your finger until you're a blushing mess.

“And uh- what's your name, dear husband?”

“Oh!!” He falls into stunned silence, “oh I forgot to tell you!?!”

Sheepishly you rub your cum covered cheek, “I also keep forgetting to ask. My apologies.”

“Ninian.”

“Awwww!!!!” You tease kissing his nose, “ little ninnykins!”

“Enough of that you wench!” And with that he flips you, fingers finding every tickle spot known to man and then some. Leaving you a breathless wreck, kicking at him between belts of laughter. Which fades when his fingers sink into your cunt and his devious smirk returns. Whispering about his cute little human wife and all the cute little sounds she makes.

Not long after he takes back his pelt and takes you back to his home. Making love on a proper bed under a canopy of sunflowers.

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squishywoowoo · 4 months ago

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The cutest fluffiest love story. This was lovely and sweet in the way that warm milk before bed is sweet. It evoked a warmth throughout that’s hard to describe.