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My lips pressed against hers, our tongues intertwined. My hands held her head firmly, pulling her to me with a
growing need. The water raced
through our gills and mingled together in our mouths. The water warmed in our mouths, and the warmth escalated the sense
of intimacy of our kiss.
Our tongues continued to press together as if they were two snakes
mating. They pressed forward
and danced against each other, the passion of our touch escalating the
need of our mouths. My lips
pressed against the warmth of her mouth and her soft lips pressed back. My hands continued to play with her hair, holding her to me in an
ever growing force of driving need.
I felt her hands caress my naked ass, pulling me closer to her. My cock stirred at the firm caress against my body. Her hand slid over my thigh and she guided me into her. I gasped against her mouth as our tongues continued their
passionate dance. My erection
parted her silken folds and she moaned into my mouth at the pleasurable
penetration.
The cool water of the ocean washed over out bodies as we drifted
along in the gentle currents. We
sank through the waters, my cock buried in her soft pussy, swimming as
one. We were as one and as
the currents carried us along, our bodies intertwined. Our lips continued to meld as our tongues continued their dance. We were locked in the passionate embrace as I began to slowly rock
my hips; slipping my cock from her sex and then slowly easing it back in.
We fell to the bottom of the ocean slowly. The sand billowed underneath us and with the wet earth underneath
us my slow thrusts escalated in speed. Collette’s hands continued to hold my hips, pulling me into her. The pleasure in my body climbed and I felt my body tense in
the anticipation of orgasmic bliss. I
moaned into her throat and I heard her think to me, “yes.”
Permission was given and I came, throwing my head back to look
towards the surface of the ocean. My
gills opened and closed rapidly as I gasped against her mouth. I thrust twice more and finished spilling my seed into her pussy. I moaned softly and felt her tongue continue to press against mine. “Thank you,” I thought to her.
“My turn,” she though in reply. With that her hands reached my shoulders. She pushed me down her body, guiding me to her sex. I kissed my way down her body, her hands driving me lower. I reached her pussy and with my tongue extended I began to clean
her sex, pulling my sperm from her body and into my mouth.
She moaned happily as I licked her sex. Her hips rocked against my mouth as my tongue probed her tender
nether lips. I pulled my
sperm into my mouth, cleaning her while pleasuring her at the same time. Tongue extended I began fucking her, pushing my tongue into her and
pulling it out rapidly. Over
and over I probed her pussy until her fingers dug into my hair and she
came loudly. Her gills
twitched in delight as delicious pleasure washed over her body.
She screamed into the ocean as her pleasure overwhelmed her body. She came loudly and lay limp on the ocean floor. “Wonderful,” she thought to me, “simply wonderful.”
“Thank you, mistress,” I thought in reply.
A voice entered our minds, “Mistress,” I heard, “there has
been another abduction.”
“Shit,” Collette said with her mind. She stood up and took my hand, “let’s go.”
* * * * *
“What happened?” Collette asked, thinking the question to us all.
There
were two men present, standing at attention before Collette’s throne. “Onlanders, mistress. They
captured two more of our women,” the man on the left thought to us, his
words sounding strained in our minds.
“Where?”
“Near
Isle McKinley.”
I stood
behind Collette, waiting to attend to any need she had. I watched as she gripped her throne in disgust. Onlanders, I thought unhappily.
Onlanders.
In
centuries past man and animal alike lived on the land, land that had
covered nearly one-third of the planet’s surface. Time changed and as history had written the planet changed as well. The sun had changed as it aged, slowly burning hotter and brighter. It had reached out with its heat and slowly melted the polar ice
caps. The resulting flood had
raised the water level and inevitably flooded the land.
The
people of the planet had years to battle for the incessant flooding. Each day more and more land had been swallowed by the sea, gone
forever. The people of the
time had slowly moved their homes, working their ways inland, away from
the seas edge. The appeal of
the ocean diminished as the time passed; the people turned angry at the
inevitable. They fought amongst themselves, their anger turning inwards
upon their neighbors. They
had known the battle with the ocean could not be won and that fueled their
hatred for the sea.
Wars
broke out between countries as the ocean ate the land. Countries located on the water’s edge battled their neighbor’s
further inland as an assailant that could not be harmed or stopped ate
their territory alive. The
sun continued to melt the ice caps, a slow, methodical death of the land. The population of the planet dwindled, as did the size of the
ground. Men and women fought
and died for an ever-decreasing scrap of flooded land.
Still the
waters rose.
People
made boats and tried to make their lives upon the sea. These people were cast aside and when they came to shore to
refill their stores they were assaulted and killed. The people on the land fighting for their own slowly
diminishing resources would not allow others access to what they did not
have. Lives became
meaningless as people fought amongst themselves for the slowly diminishing
parcels of land.
Governments
fell as the people revolted against their leader’s impotence.
And still
the waters rose.
People
fought and moved to the highest points of the planet and when the waters
finally ceased their incessant march only four land masses remained. The highest points on Earth became the new continents, each barely
miles across. The people that
remained huddled together amongst the dead bodies and their gathered
possessions. And they cried
their grief.
Time
marched on and a new civilization arose. The survivors that gathered together slowly merged into a society. They learned to fish the oceans and when the sun went down at night
they climbed into their dark beds, electricity a thing of the past. With no resources they relied on their limited wits to survive. Life consisted of fishing and eating and trying to grow crops on
soggy soil.
And they
evolved.
Slowly
evolution intervened and a new race of creature was formed; a race that
lived in the water with gills in their throats that allowed them to
breathe the waters of the flooded Earth. Their minds evolved as well. With
no air to allow for verbal communications and their necks filled with the
red flesh of their gills they learned to speak with thoughts, to transmit
their words through the cool water using simply the power of their minds.
The new
breed of mammals took shelter in the water, away from the condescending
and abusive taunts of the Onlanders. The new race was hated for their abilities and hunted out of spite
and fear. A century of
evolution led man to be divided into two factions, the Onlanders and the
Offlanders.
And the
Onlanders hunted the Offlanders.
The
attacks had grown more frequent, the Onlanders trapping the Offlanders. The Offlanders were captured and dragged ashore where their chest
burned as they tried to satisfy their body’s need for oxygen with the
limited capacity of what remained of their devolving lungs. They were taken and used as slaves; the men forced into manual
labor while the women were taken and ravaged, forced into ad hoc harems
for the patriarchal society of the Onlanders. When the captive Offlanders ended their usefulness to the Onlanders
their dead bodies were dumped unceremoniously into the ocean.
The
Offlanders had learned during their evolution that the more dominant of
the species was the woman and had developed naturally into a matriarchal
society because of it. History
of the Land Lost world had proven that with a society ruled by men
conflicts were inevitable. Men
were warring creatures and governed themselves accordingly. The abductions of the Offlanders were another representation of the
warring nature of a society governed by the will of men.
Collette
exhaled heavily, fatigue washing over her. She sat stoically on her throne as I stood behind her. I placed my hand on her shoulder and squeezed softly, a
silent gesture of support and assurance. We were in a small cave with Collette’s throne the centerpiece. Fish swam around near the top of the cave, their bioluminescent
bodies providing the necessary light for our eyes. Shaking her head Collette thought, “most of the abductions happen
near McKinley. I need to meet
with their leader. Can you
arrange it?”
The
man to Collette’s left replied in thought, “yes, Mistress. But is it safe? The Onlanders are barbaric. I
don’t trust them.”
“I
don’t trust them either,” Collette replied, “but I have to do something. I do not want a war,” she shook her head, “but I will give them
one. They do not have the
numbers to sustain such a battle and because of that I believe that they
can be reasoned with. Arrange
it.”
He
bowed, “yes, mistress.”
The
two men turned and left the cave, leaving Collette and I alone. “Can they really be reasoned with?” I thought to her.
She
turned her head to look at me and placed her hand on mine as I continued
to gently squeeze her shoulder, “only if common sense prevails. I will speak with them and free our people.” Her words were filled with confidence.
Shadows
darted around the room as the glowing fish continued to swim around the
roof of the cave. Collette
gripped my hand and pulled me around the throne. I watched as she slid forward on her chair and spread her legs,
“eat me,” she thought to me, her words filled with passion.
I
dropped to my knees and knelt on the wet sand before her, “with
pleasure,” I replied as I pushed forward and pressed my lips to her
pussy. Her scent was
delightful and the ocean water carried it through my gills. I was breathing her essence and I relished my position. I pressed my tongue into the softness of her sex and pressed my
lips against her body. I held
my tongue firm and gently nodded, sliding my tongue through her pussy;
tasting her.
My
gills pulsed as I breathed her in. I
continued to massage her sex with my mouth. Her hands ran through my hair, guiding me, steering my tongue where
she wanted to be pleasured. Her
hips lifted off of her throne, driving my tongue deeper into her velvety
softness. She came loudly,
screeching into the water. The fish that swam overhead darted away at the outburst,
casting us into dark shadows.
Collette
released my head and thought to me, “thank you.”
“You’re
welcome.” I smiled at her
as I took my feet.
Together
we left the throne room.
*
* * * *
“Mistress?”
a voice rang out in our heads.
“Yes?”
“The
meeting is arranged. It will
be held at the docks on Isle McKinley in three days.”
“Thank
you,” Mistress Collette thought to the young man that had come to deliver
the news. “I will be there.”
The
young man bowed slightly and departed leaving Collette and I alone again.
*
* * * *
“She
is coming here,” Alexander Nicholai repeated the words that his second
in command had just told him, rubbing his hands together happily. “Very, very good.” He
grinned at his subordinate and said with his mouth open in anticipation,
“prepare a treat for her. I
want her as my personal slave. See
too it.”
“Do
you think that is wise, Alex?” Charles Linton asked his superior.
Alexander
looked at Charles, still smiling. He
knew from experience that Charles was not questioning his orders. Charles performed admirably as his second in command and only asked
to sate his own unease at the thought of capturing the leader of the
Offlanders. “Do you know
the definition of chaos, Charles?” Alex asked.
Charles
shook his head, “no, sir.”
“An
army without a general.”
“Yes,
sir,” Charles said, “it will be done.”
Alex
watched him leave. He turned
and sat down at his desk, his mind spinning. She will be mine willingly or she will die, he thought to himself. His definition of chaos was perfectly apt, the ultimate
characterization of chaos. An
army without a leader was just entropy, helpless and confused soldiers
with no guidance marching into oblivion. They were lemmings, moving towards their own demise. And the
Offlanders without their leader was not threat.
Alex
decided that he had a few preparations of his own to make in anticipation
of taking Collette, queen of the Offlanders, as his own personal slave. He climbed to his feet and left his office. There was so much to do.
*
* * * *
The cool water bathed out bodies as we swam
towards our rendezvous point on Isle McKinley. “I don’t like that you are going alone,” I thought to her. “It isn’t safe.”
“I
will be fine,” Collette thought back as we continued swimming. “There is no way that Alexander will harm me knowing the
resulting outcome. It just
isn’t feasible.”
I
was unconvinced and started to protest but her words stopped me short,
“I’ll hear no more of it!”
“Yes,
Mistress,” I thought in reply. I
still was uncertain of the wisdom of walking into the lion’s den unarmed
or in this case unescorted. I
knew that Collette could take care of herself and that she had the support of
all Offlanders. She had proven to be an admirable and capable Queen and the
people would fight for her, to the death if need be. Perhaps she was right; surely Alexander Nicholai would not
risk a confrontation between the Offlanders and Onlanders by harming our
Queen. Still, there was a
risk and I did not like her putting herself in harms way.
We
broke the surface and looked into the brilliant sky. The sun was shining brightly, bathing us in its warm light. The island that had once been the Mount McKinley was about a mile
away and looked small in the distance. We bounced in the water as the waves raced by, driven by a gentle
wind. “I’ll wait here,”
I thought to her.
She
shook her head, “I don’t know how long I will be. Stay in the area and I will call you back here when our
negotiations have concluded.”
I
bowed to her, dipping my head, “I’ll be here.”
“I
know.”
Collette
took my face in her hands and pressed her lips to mine. She kissed me passionately and I opened my mouth to accept her
probing tongue. Our tongues
melded into one as we kissed with the ocean water washing over us. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me. My face shifted to the side as our lips separated and merged
again. Over and over we
kissed and I felt my passion rise. Holding
her I continued to kiss her, our lips merging as our tongues danced
lightly together.
I
felt her hands in the small of my back as she pulled me to her. We were locked together in a passionate embrace with out mouths
mating in a dance of sensuality. I
hear her moan softly as we kissed and when she pulled away I opened my
eyes to look into her beautiful face. “Hurry back,” I thought to her. “I’ll be waiting.”
Her
brown eyes were shining with life as she looked at me. She shook her head softly, “I won’t be long.”
And
I watched her swim to shore.
*
* * * *
Collette
stood up on the ground and slowly walked from the water. It was the first time in almost eight years that she had stepped
foot on land and immediately she felt out of place. She skirted the golden sand and inched her way slowly towards the
docks that the Onlanders had built to fish the sea and tie off their
wooden crafts. She emerged
from behind a small copse of trees and stopped abruptly.
Shit,
she thought to herself and spun towards the water’s edge. She took off on unsteady legs, running towards the ocean. Three steps later she tripped as a rope was tugged, pulling
the taut cord from the sand. Her
hands flew up to protect her face as she fell face first onto the ground. Stunned, with her breath coming in short gasps, she rolled over
onto her back and was set upon by three men who quickly overpowered her. Two men grabbed her hands and forced her to her feet. Immediately they bound her wrists together behind her back with
another small piece of rope.
She
screamed at them, her words sounding odd to her as they traveled through
the air, “release me,” she screamed with fury in her words, “I am
here to meet Alexander and discuss the unlawful abductions of my
people.”
“We
know who you are, queeny,” one of the men said, his voice sounding
contemptuous.
Of
course they did. She had
known that she was stepping into a trap after she had rounded the bend and
saw two cages hanging in the middle of the Onlanders camp, each of them
holding a caged Offlander. They
had been set out as a trophy to greet their arriving queen. She struggled as the three men escorted her towards the center of
town. They led her along a
dirt road that bisected the two cages. Collette thought to them, reassuring them with her words, “it will be
okay.”
Her
lungs burned as she struggled for breath. She twisted impotently as the three men escorted her through the
town. In the distance Collette
began to hear a light din that grew in volume as she was led, half-walking
and half-dragged, towards Alexander. The din grew into a cacophonous roar as she approached the center
of the town. She was led as a
prize through the city streets, past hundred of Onlanders, all of them
cheering their newest prisoner.
The
three men stopped Collette in the middle of an intersection. Wooden houses were set off from the road and the raucous shouts of
the crowd echoed in her brain. She looked around at the gathered crowd and shuddered; what was it
that they thought of her to be cheering so loudly her abduction? Her attention was diverted as Alexander emerged from the crowd
before her.
“Welcome,
Collette,” Alexander greeted her. “So
nice of you to come.” His
voice was smooth and proper. He
stood in front of her and smiled. Looking
at the three men that had bound her wrists behind her and indicating her
secured hands he said, “that isn’t necessary.” Then turning to Collette he said, “Is it?”
Collette
shook her head, “no.”
“Good.”
Collette’s
hands were untied and she rubbed her wrists with her webbed hands. Struggling for breath as she stood in the open air she reached out
with her mind, “It was a trap. Rescue me.”
And
Alexander Nicholai led her away.
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