Return Underwater
Giggling to herself after returning the black kitty to dry land where he wouldn't get sand between his paws, she smiled and lay back, resting on the tranquil waves and staring up to the moon.
"Luna, what have you sent me now?" She spoke to the shiny rock, and sighed contently, closing her eyes. Her ivory webbed fingers traced her iradescent white belly, a little laugh escaping her at the thought that she was still filled with the kitty's seed. He'd filled her pretty well. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so... full.
Smiling with her secret musings, she leaned back and swam beneath the waves away from the surface. She had always enjoyed teasing surface creatures, but she wasn't used to them actually taking her up on her subliminal offers. Mmm, he had been a nice change from other fish. Humming pleasantly like a nightingale she swam in circles, spinning giddily and holding herself. She squeezed herself with another giggle, just so unbelievably... elated.
"What's got you all giggling like that?" the eel inched closer, twisting its form to the curve of her body as she stopped spinning, yet not touching her. "You're never this happy..."
"I, uhm..." she hesitated, tilting her head at the silver eel. She backed away from him with a slight glare, "Stay away from me..."
"What? I didn't do anything to you," he smiled wickedly, "at least, nothing you didn't enjoy."
"You're a real bastard, you know that?" She swam a bit further away, but the eel only followed close behind, wrapping his tail about her ankles and teasingly snaking his way up along her thighs, just barely a bubble space from touching her scales with his own rubbery skin.
"Oh, am I, now? And why's that?"
She whimpered and pulled her knees into her chest, scratching at his tail to try and get him off her but he only responded by also encapturing her little wrists. She struggled, unable to escape his binding and swim away. She turned her head into one of her fins and closed her eyes, drawing a slow deep breath to calm the fine tremble that began to shake her.
She tried to clear her mind. The images returning to her were unpleasant and she didn't want them. She knew this eel's slimy body intimately, but not of her own will. She had been so very young when he'd taken her virginity; she could still feel that initial tear into her nubile form and tears instantly sprung to her eyes.
"Why are you crying. little one?" he asked gently, licking at the tears with his black tongue; her tears reflected under the water with a slight lavender glow. She shuddered uncomfortably and glared at the snake.
"Let me the fuck go!" She struggled, biting at his tongue as it neared her face and trying to scratch her way out of his hold. He didn't let up. She was completely in his mercy, whether she wanted to face that fact or not.
She could hear a distant taunting and stared up into his vile green eyes as he whispered, "Come, little beauty, I won't hurt you," and then that familiar laugh. That vulgar sound, nearing her blue-edged ears, causing a deep pain to burn in her stomach as the memory struggled to the surface.
She'd been such a youngling in a school of fish. She had always been one of the slower swimmers, and although she tried to keep up she fell a little behind. With the large amount of fellow schoolings she swam with, they hadn't noticed her missing. Or, if they had they didn't care to go searching for her. She'd kept trying to catch up when out from behind some coral snuck in this dirty eel, wrapping tightly about her frail frame and teasingly whispering in her ear, "Well, well, well, falling behind in class, are we? I can remedy that. I can put you far ahead of the rest of them."
She struggled and tried to scream, but he covered her mouth, muffling the sound and holding her still, bound by his body as he sunk his sharp-edged tail between her thighs and deep into her untouched warmth, before introducing her to another foreign body part.
She recalled bleeding. She recalled bleeding so very badly. She'd cried as she just barely managed to swim herself to the location the school had decided to stop that night. She remembered trying so hard to hide the face that she was bleeding. She remembered dodging a shark, hot on her pretty finned ass the majority of the way.
He snaked his body around her own in a similar way, and licked at her greenish-blue nipples with a teasing moan, "Well, these are surely different." He grinned, licking up along her throat, causing the little fish to shiver. Her scales were crawling uncomfortably and she screamed, loud and hard.
He moved upward to try and muffle her screams and she managed to free an arm, hitting the eel hard and struggling free of his grasp. He was momentarily slowed down, stunned by her action, and paused just long enough for her to escape. She began to swim, and she swam hard and fast, heading back to the surface.
By the time he recovered enough to go after her she was far out of reach and he glared up toward the moon-lit surface at her silhouette disappearing within that reflection. That little bitch would deeply regret having made this momentary escape the next time she was found in deeper waters and he got his tail around her. He promised himself that, grunting his displeasure at his temporary defeated and swimming away to tend to his bruises.