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Chapter One Oh, yeah, that was good. I thought I’d burst with my last orgasm -- as if my skin was going to fly apart like a thousand butterflies and go spiraling into the sun. Erin took a deep breath, then another, reassuring herself that she was still in one piece, lying on her back and soaking up all the warmth she could from a sunny Irish sky. She ran her hands down her sides, lazily and sensually aware of how she must look. Tall and round with full, heavy breasts and a soft, curved tummy. Her skin, light as the milkiest coffee, would almost be glowing with the luminescence of foxfire. Hair once dyed blond had reverted to its natural state of loose light brown curls. As for the rest of her… she lay naked on the remains of an ancient stone pier with her legs parted, the lips of her pussy open and swollen from making love time and time again. Her clit peeked out like a spear, searching for more and more stimulation. She’d just had sex, but her body hungered to go again. She’d already had enough in one session to satisfy any woman. Working together, her boys had sent her hurtling into the climax of a lifetime, but she knew -- just knew -there was another one right around the corner, bigger, better and brighter. If she could just reach the pinnacle! Shameless as a cat in heat, Erin moaned and writhed, lifting one leg to expose herself even further, hoping her boys would take the hint. The men stirred sleepily on the pier, Devon reaching for Erin first. Tall and lean, with a swimmer’s body and shaggy dark hair, his skin was pale as sea salt. His limbs were strong, corded with muscle. He could have been a fearsome opponent, but as he woke up further and began to lavish kisses on Erin, his eyes shone with gentleness and good humor. Devon might have the power to cause damage, but it would take a lot to push him
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to act. He would rather love than fight, and the heavy, erect evidence of that hung between his legs, in need of Erin’s silky cunt to slide his way into. As did the organ of his twin, Damon. Although physically they were exactly the same, he was the night to Devon’s day. His face flashed with sparks of irritation and aggravation as he tried to maneuver his way around on the pier the three lay on. “Stand still!” he cursed. The pier itself belonged to the fishing village they had stopped at three days ago. Devon and Damon had argued that they should be on the move, but Erin had fallen in love with the oddly green waters of this particular cove and refused to budge. It gave the men the creeps, but neither wanted to argue with their lover. The village itself had long since been abandoned, crumbling into ruins. Devon and Damon said they thought they knew why; there were no fish to be found anywhere in the water, and no signs of any having been there for years upon years. Perhaps centuries. Was it the algae in the water which had driven them all away? They didn’t know. All they were sure of was Erin, their beloved Erin, felt at home here, and they had sworn they would do anything to make her comfortable. Comfortable, and well-fucked. Erin didn’t know what had happened to her, but she craved sex as much as food and oxygen. Even now, lying on the stone pier that had sagged into the water, she was raising her arms for her boys, inviting them in to play. “Devon,” she urged, “Damon. I need you. Want you. Ache for you. I’m so empty inside.” Above her head, the twins exchanged glances Erin couldn’t read. Impatient, she grabbed a strand of each man’s long hair and tugged. “Woman in need down here,” she demanded. “Come and give me a hand.” “It’s a hand you want, then, eh?” Damon’s gaze smoldered as he slipped his fingers between Erin’s legs, sliding two into the slippery liquid channel and pressing his thumb on her clit. Eric arched and let out a long cry. “Looks like I was right, then.” “Devon -- Devon,” Erin pleaded. Like his twin, Devon knew what to do. He bent over Erin’s breasts, cupping the globes, one in each hand. Lifting them up, Devon kissed
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one, then the other, finally suckling a hard nub into his mouth. Erin released another wail, feeling her pussy grow wetter still. She lay there, twisting and moaning, two men attending to her body, but the sensations still weren’t enough. Erin reached down to seize Damon’s arm. “Inside me,” she panted. “I want you deep as you can get. And you,” she growled playfully at Devon, “give me your cock. I want to taste your cream.” The men exchanged another look, then broke into grins. Damon parted Erin’s legs even wider, tucking himself in between them. The stone of the pier must have grated on his knees and his forearms as he lay down, but he never made a sound. He took up kissing her breasts where Devon had stopped, lashing the areolas with his tongue, nipping and biting, then gently soothing. Devon himself moved up to straddle Erin’s head, his cock just within reach of her hungry mouth. She stretched her head up and licked the tip. “Now,” she breathed. “Fuck me, both of you. Do it!” “Condom,” Damon reminded Erin. “No’ that I wouldn’t do you without one, but you always insist --” “The bag,” Erin said frantically, pointing at a small red kit not far from where they lay. “Hurry up. I’m dying for the feel of you buried in my cunt.” Damon growled as he reached for the kit, pulling out a foil-wrapped square. “If I have to wear one, why doesn’t he?” he demanded, pointing at his twin. “Can’t wait that long,” Erin gasped. Damon quickly unrolled the condom over his cock, thick and pulsing with the need to bury itself deep. Erin grasped at him with both hands. “Hurry… hurry… now… now!” With a groan, Damon slid inside Erin, the slickness of her channel allowing him to plunge all the way into her body without having to stop and let her adjust for his size. She moaned, raising her legs and wrapping them around his back, arching her hips until the tip of his cock bashed the sensitive mouth of her cervix. Both made a low, strangled noise of bliss.
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As Damon began to thrust in and out, his smooth pace quickly becoming ragged, Erin licked her lips and gazed up at Devon’s cock. “Lower,” she begged. “Let me taste you for real. Come into my mouth.” “Erin, are you sure?” Devon asked, stroking her cheek. “I’d no’ push you too far.” “You’ll only be pushing me if you don’t do as I say,” she snapped back. Then, gently, she coaxed him, “Please, Devon, baby, oh, please come and let me taste you. Need you so much…” Devon groaned. Spreading his legs further, he lowered his cock to Erin’s hungry mouth and let her take the organ between her full lips, puffy from doing this time after time. Hungry as a baby at a teat, she suckled on his prick, putting pressure on the sensitive head and probing his slit with her tongue. When he groaned and dipped down, letting her take more into her mouth, she went greedily with his motion, letting herself taste the flavors of salt, Irish air, and musky male. Not that she’d forgotten Damon, fucking like a madman between her legs. He gasped and groaned as she squeezed him tight with internal muscles, milking him with all her strength. Her legs pressed his sides, urging him on harder, faster, and deeper. “Oh, yes, Damon,” she slipped her mouth off Devon’s cock to breathe. “Right there. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.” Then, filled with cock from head to cunt, Erin fell into a dazed stupor where all that mattered was sex. She felt Devon slipping in and out of her mouth, and Damon plunging deep in her sopping wet pussy, the cool stone of the pier beneath her back, and the fever burning deep in her skin. She shouted around her mouthful of cock as the first orgasm hit her, followed quickly by a second, and then a third, white-hot shocks of lightning in her lower belly, rolling on quick as waves against the shore. Devon came first, worked by Erin’s clever lips and tongue. He thrust deeply into her mouth one last time and then stiffened, shaking. Gouts of semen shot from the tip of his cock down into her throat. Erin swallowed greedily and caught more on her tongue, savoring the rich taste. She lashed Devon’s prick with her tongue, eager for every last drop.
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As he slumped over her, breathing heavily, Damon sped up. He’d found her golden spot again, and as he pumped deep within her, each stroke hit the button and his wiry pubic hair brushed teasingly against her clit. Erin began to burn from the inside out, shuddering around his cock as he fucked her. “More,” she gasped, grasping at him with her arms around his neck. “More!” Damon drove into her, muscles shaking, and then gripped her arms. “Erin --” he choked out -- and then he was coming, pulsing deep inside her. If he hadn’t worn the condom, she knew would have been filled by gouts of seed, chasing their way up her channel to the mouth of her womb. Not yet, though. They had other things to take care of first. One final orgasm hit Erin as Damon came, rolling through her with the power of a tidal wave. Water surged up around them, washing over the joined bodies, covering her with its cool green liquid. Erin gasped for breath as the climax kept on coming and coming, turning her inside out with pleasure, and she -- didn’t -- care. She never wanted the feeling to stop. Finally, though, it built to a crescendo, and then ebbed to a lulling roll that matched the water lapping around them. Either the sea had risen with the tide, or they had lowered the remains of the pier further into the water. Erin didn’t care. She’d been filled by her men, and now the water came to wash away the messy aftermath. Her hair afloat in the cool green liquid, she sighed and felt her eyes flutter shut. “Just one more day,” she begged. “Let’s stay here just one more day. No one will find us in this place.” All around them, ruined buildings, full of nothing but the ghosts of days gone by, provided a quiet cocoon where for the first time in weeks she felt safe. Where she could indulge herself with her twins and not have to rush, trying to track a trail that led around and around in circles. “We’ll look for your seal skins tomorrow.” She felt the twins tense, then relax. “Tomorrow,” Devon soothed. “Rest now, Erin. Close your eyes and rest.” “Think I will,” she yawned as the water lapped around his face. “Watch me so I don’t go under… can’t hold my breath like you can…”
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And with those words, she fell asleep.
*** Damon slipped out of Erin’s tight, wet pussy and stood on the precarious pier, pointing an accusing finger at his twin. “You had to agree!” he accused. “Another day, and we get further and further behind War Dogs, that bastard who holds our skins hostage! If we lose track of him, we’ll never be able to change back into our seal forms. Fine selkies we are!” Devon stood as well, swaying to keep his balance. “I know,” he tried to soothe his brother. “We can’t ignore Erin, though. Ever since we found this place, it’s been exactly what she needed. It’s easing her way through this strange sort of changeover between woman and selkie.” “Selkie, aye. Like us, and like we should be, if we only had our skins.” Damon’s face lowered into a thundercloud’s expression. Devon had seen that look before, and knew it never boded well. To head off his twin’s explosion, he knelt back down beside Erin. “We’ll find our skins,” he soothed. “Rest easy. Wherever we are, War Dogs can’t be too far ahead of us. She needs some time, Damon. The waters of this place are magical -- can’t you feel it? There’s something in them that’s staving off the harm a changeover might do to our lover. For her sake, we have to stay.” “For tomorrow, aye. But what about the day after that, and the next day?” Damon sank into a crouch, his hands automatically going to Erin, moving her a little higher so that her head rested out of the water. “If we shouldn’t stay but we can’t move on, what happens to us next? Do we let War Dogs keep our skins, and live forever as mortal men?” Devon lowered his eyes. “I know. We have to get them back. We’ve come so far and tried so hard. He can’t win now.” “He will, unless we chase him down.” “And we can’t, unless we leave this place, where Erin has finally found something to ease her way.”
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Stuck, the twin selkies looked at each other, one with sad eyes, and one with angry. There was no answer to be found between them, and so they returned to what was natural -- stroking Erin’s arms and legs, bathing her swollen cunt with the soothing water, and washing the marks of lips and teeth off her full breasts and belly. The woman belonged to them, and they belonged to the sea. But where did that leave the pair of selkies, when an enemy had taken their sealskins away? Stuck forever… or still in with a chance?
Chapter Two Owain, or “War Dogs”, as he preferred to be called for the tattoos decorating his bulky forearms, was not in a good mood. A man in his kind of business being in a foul temper usually spelled bad news for whoever he was to meet with, and War Dogs swore he wouldn’t let the bastard get away with being late to their meet. He kicked the tires of his truck, then jumped back, swearing at the pain in his bruised toes. Damn things were tougher than they looked! Course, he wouldn’t have reacted at all if he hadn’t already been on edge. He had illegal cargo sitting on the seat of his truck, in broad daylight, and his contact seemed to be taking his own sweet time coming to collect. War Dogs took a peek in the passenger window. Who knew what effect sunlight would have on his booty? To his relief, the two selkie skins sat there innocently as ever, folded into neat piles. He wrinkled his nose, thinking about how bad they stank. Just like any animal pelt, they would reek if they weren’t tanned and cured right away. One other thing he hadn’t known when he took this job. He’d have to get his whole truck detailed after he made the exchange. But then, for three hundred thousand euros, he’d make the sacrifice of handing his baby over to strangers. He’d just have to make sure all the weapons were removed first. War Dogs swore again, leaning heavily against his truck. A meet like this rubbed him in all the wrong ways. He’d heard of hiding in plain sight, sure, but the concept didn’t make a damn bit of sense to him. All sorts of people roamed the streets under the noonday sun -- police, for example. Even if a bobby didn’t know these were selkie skins, he could get pinched for illegal seal harvesting. Any passerby could glance inside his truck and rush off with a story to tell.
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If the middleman he’d been dealing with didn’t show up soon, War Dogs was going to take the price of waiting from his own hide. In broad daylight. That’d teach him. No one kept War Dogs waiting. Those that did learned their lesson, and they could have passed the information on -- if they’d still been alive. Not for the first time, he wished he still smoked. Puffing on a cigarette would at least be a way to pass the time. As the thought crossed War Dogs’ mind, he wrinkled his nose. Now why had he thought of Silk Cuts right about then? A second too slow -- damn it! -- he had whirled around to face his contact. A small man, definitively Black Irish, with curly dark hair and sparkling green eyes. Eyes that, War Dogs knew from experience, could blink two sets of lids and flash white when he was amused, which happened a hell of a lot more often than he’d have liked. “Are you a bit impatient, then?” the contact wanted to know, taking a deep drag on his own cigarette. War Dogs bared his teeth. “You’re late,” he snarled. “I’ve been waiting out here almost fifteen minutes!” “An eternity. Jesus, men like you.” The contact disdainfully tapped off some extra ashes. “You’re in such a rush, well, let’s go on, then. Get the skins and tuck them under your arm, and I’ll lead you to the Big Guy.” War Dogs’ eyes narrowed. “The hell you say.” He spat. “You know how bad those things stink? Bad enough you told me to bring them in my truck. You think I’m gonna haul them out where everyone can get a look?” “Of course not.” The contact dug in his pocket, and pulled out a square of folded brown paper. He shook the thing, and almost magically the object unfolded into a massive shopping bag, big enough to carry two selkie skins. “Pop them in here, and we’ll be on our way.” “How the fuck did you do that?” War Dogs demanded. “Something so big doesn’t unfold from something so little.” “Ah, so you’re a shower, not a grower?” War Dogs’ contact had the balls to wink at him! “Go ahead, pack them up. We’re already late, and my boss doesn’t like stragglers.”
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“Whose fault is it that we’re running behind?” War Dogs snarled. His contact shrugged. “I had to buy some fags.” “Cigarettes?” The man’s eyes twinkled. “You decide. By the way, you really should know my name.” “No names.” War Dogs cracked his truck door open with a grimace of distaste as the smell hit him in the nose. He was used to wetwork, but he couldn’t get used to the tacky, gummy feeling of the skins, no matter how often he handled them. They felt like they were still alive, still freshly ripped off a bleeding carcass. “I don’t want to know who you are. Come to the point, I don’t want to know who I’m going to deal with. He’s the guy with the money, and money is all I care about.” “I’m Derrick,” the man said smugly. “The man you’re going to meet is Rombere.” “Damn it!” War Dogs shoved the skins into his new bag. He resisted the urge to wipe his hands off on his dirty jeans, turning instead to glare at Derrick. “Didn’t I just say no names?” “You did, and I paid you no mind. Come on.” Derrick beckoned. “This way. We’re right on top of him.” The little man started walking toward a narrow alley between an antiques shop and a fish-and-chip shop. It barely looked wide enough to accommodate War Dogs’ bulk. “What is this?” he demanded. “You playing some kind of joke on me?” “No joke.” Derrick turned to look over his shoulder. His eyes flashed white, and he grinned with a set of white teeth sharper than any human should have. “Unless you count yourself, that is.” War Dogs growled softly, but took a better hold on his bag and followed Derrick down the alley. As predicted, he had a tight squeeze in places. “This better be worth it,” he groused. “And I better get my money when we’re done here.” “Oh, you’ll be well paid, no worries on that score,” Derrick said airily. “Three hundred thousand isn’t enough for you to make a fuss over?”
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“A drop in the bucket. The bucket that empties out the sea. Of course, there’ll be double the amount if -- oh, wait, I wasn’t supposed to say anything yet. Never mind.” War Dogs sped up and planted one meaty fist on Derrick’s shoulder. He felt the light of greed warm up his blood. “Double? How?” Derrick shrugged his hand off easily. “Ach, you’ll find out soon enough. Just a few more steps and we’ll be with the head honcho himself.” He picked his way through the garbage. “I assume you’ve been keeping an eye on the selkies and their human female? How are they keeping?” War Dogs snorted. “Fucking like rabbits,” he said in disdain. “Life and death all around them, and they don’t have time for anything except humping. Dumb bastards.” “Maybe not so dumb,” Derrick said cryptically. “Good to know they’re occupied. Not chasing you anymore, I take it?” “As if. They’re holed up in this little abandoned fishing cove on the coast. Real rural area. Not a one of them has a clue that I’ve got the whole place wired and bugged.” He tapped his ear and leered. “Hell, if I wanted free porn, all I’d have to do is plug in my headset and listen to them putting the blocks to each other.” “You don’t say, now.” Derrick stepped forward and reached the end of the alley -a blank brick wall blocked with garbage bags and the remnants of some unlucky rats. He clucked his tongue. “Well, would you look at that, there.” War Dogs grabbed Derrick by the shoulder and shook him. “I don’t like games,” he snarled. “I especially don’t like being led around and tricked by someone who I could break in half over one knee.” “Do you think you could, really?” Derrick lifted one hand and pressed on a random brick in the middle of the wall. War Dogs swore and jumped back as the wall smoothly slid back into the side of the building, revealing a sunny patch just beyond. “What about now?” Impossible as it might have seemed, a tall man stood waiting for them in front of a caravan which looked like it could have come out of the pages of a fairytale. A pair of horses harnessed to it snorted and tossed their heads at the sight of the newcomers. A tall
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man dressed in a loose tunic and trousers, belted with a string of coins which looked as though they might have been minted before the Caesars, reached out one massive hand to settle them down. He stood bigger and stretched broader than War Dogs himself, and War Dogs had never seen anyone to equal him. He had tattoos, too, strange designs covering his face and running down his arms to his hands. “Rombere,” Derrick said proudly. “Hail fellow, and well met!” he shouted. The horses bucked again. Rombere settled them with one big fist. He looked at War Dogs and grinned. “You have my merchandise?” War Dogs clutched the bag. “You have my money?” Rombere inclined his head. “I do. If you’re ready, Owain, I think we can conduct some business. But before we begin, ah --” he held up a hand “-- what of the selkies? Do you have their location firmly fixed?” War Dogs held up a small device. “I have the bastards triangulated,” he replied with pride. “They haven’t moved for three days, and I doubt they’re going anywhere. They’re worn out.” “Such will happen to selkies deprived of their skins, and to the women they infect.” Rombere’s smile broadened. “I take it they’re managing to keep themselves amused?” At War Dogs’ grimace, he threw his head back and laughed. “I see my guess was correct, then. Derrick, would you come here?” he asked. Derrick separated himself from War Dogs, going to join his master. The man stroked the top of Derrick’s head, almost like a lover’s caress. “You’ve done well,” he crooned. “There’ll be a reward for you later. Now put out your cigarette. You know I don’t like the smell or the taste.” War Dogs felt sick. To distract himself, he shook his head, then held out his hand. “My money?” “My skins?” Rombere extended his own palm. A fat roll of bills lay in it. “Derrick?” Derrick hauled a fat sack from the back of the gypsy’s caravan. Lugging it forward, he laid it on the ground between Rombere and War Dogs. “Who’s going to trade first?” he wondered with gleeful anticipation. “Who gives in when it comes to greed?”
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War Dogs and Rombere glared at each other. Time ticked on, and neither moved. The bag cut into his hands, but War Dogs refused to let go. The roll of bills fluttered in the wind, and War Dogs’ mouth almost watered, but Rombere wouldn’t release them. For a while. Finally, he made a face. “Oh, go on, then.” He grabbed War Dogs’ hand and stuffed the notes into it, seizing the bag of selkie skins at the same time. “There’s for your trouble in getting us the skins.” War Dogs made a show of counting the bills to make sure he hadn’t been cheated, just loving the way Rombere’s shoulders stiffened when he did so. “That’s it, then?” he growled. “Our business is done?” “Perhaps.” Rombere stroked the nose of a horse. “Or perhaps not. Do you see what lies at my feet? This?” He kicked at the sack, which peeked open to show a vast amount of money. More than War Dogs had seen in one place for a long time. “If you’ve a mind, we could make another deal.” War Dogs found himself captivated by the bag and the bills inside. He ran his tongue over his lips, hungry for the feel of all that money between his palms. It was literally enough to lie down and roll around in. “We could talk,” he said hoarsely. “I’ve a mind to have more than the skins out of our dealings,” Rombere said casually. “If you so choose, you’ll get all of this -- when I have the men and the woman brought to me. Four times what I offered for the skins.” War Dogs swallowed hard. “Big risk,” he said, testing the waters. How determined was Rombere? How much was he willing to risk? “Kidnapping… a man could get into a lot of trouble. More than a little illegal pelt harvesting.” “You weren’t caught with those. What makes you think you would be caught with the men and woman?” Rombere tossed his head. “It is, of course, up to you. If you’re man enough for the job, that is.” War Dogs narrowed his eyes in careful thought. He could retire on that kind of money -- not that he would, of course. What was life without work? And catching the selkies, plus their woman, would be a breeze. He’d been telling the truth about them
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staying put, wasting all their energy on rutting like dogs. “You want them? You’ll have them,” he swore. “All I have to do is get back there and wait for them to fuck themselves into a stupor -- again. Then, my tranquilizer gun and I get to party.” “Crass.” Rombere made a face. “But so long as it works, I don’t care. I assume you can find your way out of here?” War Dogs took a look around himself. The impossibility of a caravan and horses in an implausible sunny patch of grass in the middle of a cluster of Dublin city buildings -well, he could have wondered about them, but there’d be no profit in the pondering. Money was all he cared about. He already had plenty, and he was on his way to getting a lot more. “I’m on my way,” he muttered. “You know how to find me?” Rombere’s eyes flashed gold. “I can find you anywhere, War Dogs.” He patted down one horse’s mane with a jingling sound. “Go on, now. I don’t want to hear from you again until you have the selkies and the woman. Go!” And War Dogs went, clutching his money to himself, making plans all the way…
Chapter Three “Will she be all right?” Devon looked anxiously at his twin’s face as, together, they pulled Erin out of the water. The pair had slid her down into the green sea and helped float the sleeping body over to a softer, sandy shore. Moving as one, they laid her down. Her hair mixed with a frond of seaweed, making her look like a mermaid. A creature half-made for the land, and half-made for the water… “Damon,” he insisted. The man made no reply, checking Erin over for any bruises or sore places instead of talking. She bore fingerprint-sized marks on her arms, her hips, and her soft thighs. Devon shook his head over those. He wouldn’t have been so rough with her, but Erin seemed to demand it. She craved the thrill of a rough coupling above any other, when he would have given anything to make sweet love to her ripe, rounded body. Gods, but the color and fullness of her made him think of a peach. Sweet and full of juice, ready to be tasted. “She needs tending,” Damon said abruptly. “Go to the small stone cairn where we stashed the knapsacks and get me the blue one.” Devon started up, then paused. “We don’t have a blue knapsack.” “We do now.” Damon gave his twin a look that couldn’t be interpreted. “I went into town when you two were sleeping.” “Damon, you know how dangerous it is to travel alone.” Devon dropped down to hiss at his brother. “The man who took our skins is still out there somewhere. There’s no telling what he’ll do next. We need to stick together, and you went off by yourself?” Devon reached for Damon’s arm, but Damon shrugged him off with an angry movement. “No use fussing about it,” he grumbled. “The deed’s done. Go and get the blue sack, and no more of this talk.”
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The urge to punch Damon out almost overwhelmed Devon. At that moment, though, Erin shifted in her sleep and gave a soft moan. Was she in pain? “I’m going,” he gave in. “But I want an explanation later.” Damon waved Devon off with an impatient hand. Usually so rough, he had already bent over the woman they both loved, crooning to her. “Hush, now, colleen. Are you in any pain?” He paused as Erin nodded. “Where do you hurt? Can you show me?” Erin shook her head, trying to shift her limbs. Devon could see the salt paleness of her skin. Barely fifteen minutes out of the water, and she’d begun to dry. It would have felt like a sunburn, he thought. Blue bag. Right. Devon hastened to the small cairn of rough stones. The top had been knocked off in ages past, providing a perfect hidey-hole for their belongings. Erin’s suitcase, their various bags, and the very small store of food they had left. And, right on top, a new blue knapsack. Devon pulled it out, angry. They hadn’t the money to pay for such a thing; all their cash had gone days ago. More, the thing was full to the zippers, and heavy. It clunked and clanked as he held it. Erin moaned again. The sound spurred Devon out of his angry fugue and brought him hurrying to her side. “Took you long enough.” Damon gave Devon a cutting look. “You know how fragile she is when she’s dry.” “Then you should have moved her back into the water, you jackass!” Devon shoved Damon hard enough to almost tip him over. Damon came back, glaring fiercely. He opened his mouth to speak, but Devon cut him off. “You don’t get it, do you? We have no skins. There’s no life for us in the sea anymore, yet by being with us, we’ve done this thing to Erin and turned her into someone who can’t live without the water. I don’t know what this changeover you keep talking about is -- I only know what the effects are on the woman I love. I don’t even know if I’d trust you to tell me if she were dying.” He shoved Damon again. “Would you?” Damon’s stare had lost none of its ferocity. “I would,” he snapped. “And if I knew what the changeover was, I’d tell you everything. All I know are bits and pieces I heard from some of the Old Mothers, when I shouldn’t have been listening. I wish we could
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contact them now! Here we are stuck on the land. Bloody hell, we can’t communicate with any of the selkies unless they come in to shore, and none of them will be that foolish when there’s a thief about. If we could only talk to them, though… they’d know what would happen to a mortal woman who bound herself to a selkie without letting them truly join with her.” “Is it the fault of the condoms?” “Could be. I don’t know!” Damon dragged a hand through his hair. “Look, just pass over the sack, will you?” As he did, Erin opened hazy, dark green eyes and gazed up at the pair. “Hey…” she whispered. “It’s my boys.” She reached up to cup Devon’s cheek with her hand. “How are my boys doing?” Devon covered her hand with his own. “Better than some, darlin’.” “I feel strange,” Erin said after a moment. “Weak. Why? Did something bite me? ’Cause there’s all sorts of things you should do for snakebite, and spiders, or are there dangerous fish out there?” She giggled. “Wouldn’t it figure we’d run across the one jellyfish who got lost and came all the way around here?” “Are you in pain?” Devon asked, cradling his Erin’s hand. She considered the question, then made a face and nodded. “Where?” Devon cast a look at Damon, who had opened the blue sack and tumbled out a collection of jars and boxes. All of them looked expensive, and they smelled of magic. Devon didn’t trust any enchantments besides the one which allowed him to change from seal to man, and now that the ability had been taken away, he wanted no dealings with other-worldly things. “Erin, can you tell me where?” “All over,” she whimpered. “My whole skin. It stings, like salt in a paper cut.” “Oh, lass.” Devon pressed a light kiss to her palm. “Help me?” Her eyes turned beseechingly up to him. “There has to be something. What’s going on, Devon?”
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“I don’t know,” he confessed. “Damon doesn’t, either. But we’ll find a way to stop the troubles, we will. Damon’s brought some things to help.” Over her head, he glared at his twin. “Haven’t you, now?” “In truth, I did.” Damon had opened a tin full of some waxy white substance. Devon’s nose wrinkled. From the smell, he’d bet it was pure ambergris. Taken from whales, a lump of it cost a fortune. Did you steal that? he demanded over the psychic link he shared with Damon. We can’t afford to have anyone coming and looking for us here! Damon’s lips twisted into an ugly grimace. I came by it fair and square, he responded. All of this. And none of it for myself. Everything’s for Erin. He scooped out a dollop of the ambergris, and gently touched it to Erin’s skin, rubbing the tacky substance in. “Oh, no, no!” Erin gasped and flinched away from Damon. “Stop! You’re burning me!” Damon flinched back, clearly surprised. “Erin, this is meant to help you,” he insisted a little desperately. “The lotion is meant to soothe your skin, like the aloe vera you were so fond of.” “No, no, no,” Erin wailed, trying to writhe away from the dollop of ambergris. “Burns!” “Hush now, it’ll be all right.” Devon swiped up the oily substance and flung it away. “There. The stuff is gone, do you see?” “Still burns,” she said pitifully. “Wash me off in the water?” The water. Devon and Damon shared a look. Damon’s face hardened, and he began shoveling his boxes and bottles back in the knapsack. “Go on, then,” he challenged. “Clear enough she wants you, doesn’t she? I’m not a part of this.” “Brother, you are.” Devon reached across to touch Damon, but the man moved back and away. “Are you angry at me, now?” He tried their mental link. What have I done? As the words left him, though, he felt the bond close down. Damon had sealed himself off.
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“Take care of her yourself. I’m off,” Damon announced, shouldering his bag. He turned and began to lope in toward land, heedless of his nudity. “Don’t come looking for me.” “Damon!” Devon felt a desperation he hadn’t tasted since his skin was first taken. “You’ll be coming back, won’t you?” Damon’s shoulder lifted in a shrug. “Sooner or later,” he said darkly. “Go ahead. Take care of our woman. Don’t think of me. Let me do what I must.” With those words, he strode away. Devon hovered, torn between following him and tending to Erin. The decision was made for him when Erin’s hand gripped at his own. Still lean and strong, although it shook. “Water,” she said through parched lips. “Please, Devon. I need to be down in the wet.” With a final, desperate look at the disappearing Damon, Devon turned back to Erin. “The sand will be too rough on your tender skin,” he said. “Can you bear it if I carry you?” She parted her lips and licked them. “Wet me down first?” That he could do. Hurrying to the water’s edge, Devon waited for the first wave, then hurled the water across his beloved. She gasped and shivered, then eased. “Better,” she whispered. “Much better.” “Can you bear for me to lift you now?” Devon crouched at Erin’s side, at the ready. “Will my touch hurt you too much?” “No. Not if you take hold while I’m still damp.” Erin swallowed, the sound dry and rough. “Hurry, though. It’s already fading.” Devon wasted no time arguing. Scooping Erin up, he carried her into the water, not stopping until it reached to his chest. Then, gentle as a feather, he let her down. She gave a huge sigh of relief, then sank below the surface as if it felt better than the softest silk. The water was too murky to see more than the outline of her head, and with a sudden pang of alarm, Devon reached to grasp Erin’s shoulders. He felt them twitch, as if with laughter, and then, to his shock, felt a warm, wet mouth surround his cock.
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“Erin!” When she let go, he hauled her up to the surface. She looked wholly different, like the Erin he’d first found tied up in the lotus position on another Irish beach. Her eyes sparkled, and her previously dry skin glowed with good health. Devon stared at her in wonder. “What’s happening to you, my love?” “I don’t know,” she said happily. “This feels so good, though! Doesn’t it, to you?” Erin splashed him playfully, then floated closer, locking her legs around Devon’s middle. Her pussy brushed up against his lower belly, a temptation he hadn’t thought he would face. “You know what I want now,” she purred. She shifted a little lower, and smiled as his stiffening shaft came into contact with the rounded curved of her bottom. “You want this, too.” She traced a circle on Devon’s cheek, ending with a caress on his ear. “I’m here for you. Take me.” Devon cast a glance toward the shore, where Damon was only a dot in the distance. Brother! he tried to cast into his twin’s mind What do I do? She belongs to the both of us. She’s not mine to take alone. Nothing came back. Damon held the link shut. Brother! Devon mind-shouted angrily. Give me permission or say me nay, but give me some sort of answer! There was a long pause, then Devon felt a sort of mental shrug. His lips tightened. Damon meant to goad him into acting on his own, then? Fine! Act on his own he would. He’d take Erin, and have no regrets. Know that you’ve brought this on yourself! he fired back. Then, he shook off his anger as he would a cloak. It had no part of being with Erin. For her, he brought out all his tenderness, caring ways, and the love deep inside his heart. Cupping the round cheeks of her ass, he pulled her closer and pressed a kiss to her smiling lips. She made a small “oh!” noise and dove into their embrace, sealing their mouths together. Her tongue delicately traced a pattern on his own as his lips, now soft and moist, pressed sweetly against hers. A kiss that teased, promising more. She drew back. “Without Damon?” she questioned. “Where has he gone?” Devon could only answer her honestly. “I don’t know.”
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“Then it’ll be like our first time,” she whispered. “Just you and me, on the Irish beach, so long ago. Not so much has changed, has it? And yet… everything has. Isn’t that odd?” She frowned. “Things seem so strange, sometimes.” “They’ll be all right once you’re in my arms.” With the water to buoy them, Devon bounced Erin on his shaft. The blood had begun to heat in his veins, and he wanted his woman with all the passion of their long-ago night and all the times in between. He kissed her again, fiercely this time, barely feeling her wet arms twine around his neck. “Oh, yeah,” she panted when she pulled back for air. “You know how I want to be treated. Hard and fast, Devon. Make this one to remember.” I know it will be. Devon lifted Erin far enough out of the water to lower his mouth to one full breast and take the nipple into his mouth. He bit, marveling at how silky smooth her skin was save for the hard pebble in the middle, and then soothed away the small wound with his tongue. Erin moaned, this time with passion, and threw her head back. Her arms clutched at Devon, pulling him in tighter. He went gladly, burying his face in his woman’s breast. Opening his mouth as far as possible, Devon took the whole of Erin’s areole into his mouth, sucking so that his cheeks hollowed out. “Good,” Erin panted. “Keep using your mouth. But your hands, too. Devon, please.” Devon kept his mouth on Erin’s breast as he sank his hand below the surface, finding her pussy. He could feel the slickness of it, somehow separate from the soothing green water they were immersed in. Her own juices were stronger than the water which would have washed them away. Breathing a sigh of pure pleasure, he slid two fingers into her grasping channel, which latched onto them as if they were his cock. Mine or Damon’s, a traitorous voice reminded him inside his head. Not the psychic link -- that remained shut as ever. No, this was his own guilt, and he meant for damn certain to bury every trace of the feeling in the act of making love. Slowly, he pushed his fingers in and out of Erin’s sopping pussy, working with and against her clenching muscles. Then, slyly, he slid a finger of his other hand around to the seam of her ass and
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slipped in to probe at her tight pucker. The loud groan and violent buck she gave in his arms told Devon she enjoyed his touches, very much, and ordered him to go on. Devon found himself, as usual, more than happy to oblige. Still plunging his fingers in and out of Erin’s pussy, he started strumming her clit with his thumb. Erin began to moan and thrash in his arms, out of control. Soft mocha hair flew around her face, wet tendrils sticking to her cheeks. Her breasts quivered as Devon licked and sucked, savoring her sweet and salty taste. “More,” she ordered. “Give me more!” Devon thought for a flicker of a second, then withdrew his fingers and pinched her clit hard as he could, as if he’d pierce the fleshy nub with his nails. Erin screamed and arched against him, the beautiful expression of orgasm turning her face into that of a fallen angel’s. Holding her as she shook, Devon tasted Erin’s breast again, licking up the salt of her skin. Hold a moment. Salt? Devon paused, baffled. Erin had always smelled and been flavored by the fragrant raspberry lotions she favored. Granted, she hadn’t used any such thing in ages, but she’d still been all woman, sweet and milky on his tongue. Now, though, she tasted like the sea. Erin made an impatient noise and wriggled against Devon, reminding him of the better things he had to be doing. Removing his fingers, he lowered Erin again, brushing the tip of his cock against her pussy. Somehow hesitant to plunge inside, as both their bodies demanded, he teased her hard button with his stiffened member, pretending to push against it as if he would enter her that way. In his arms, Erin gave a scream, a shudder, and shook against him. He held his lady love as she rode out her second climax, keeping her head above water. Why did he hesitate? Damon, of course. Ever since the two of them had become a threesome, he didn’t feel right taking Erin without his brother there to share their woman. They made a perfect triangle, the three of them, and with one side missing, he wasn’t sure if he could stand, or if he’d collapse.
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Even as he held the quivering Erin against him, Devon knew she’d be ready again in moments, demanding her third orgasm of the evening. Could he do it? He had the desire, to be certain, but did he have the ability to give her what she wanted? Hold on, Damon’s voice echoed through their mind link. The mental channel opened with a rush, visions and images pouring in like a dream, too fast to track. Devon reeled, adjusting to the flow after a gap of silence, then sighed in relief. He would gladly have taken Erin by himself, but he needed his twin. Come to us. I’m almost there. Devon glanced up at the shore and saw Damon striding toward them, his feet leaving tracks in the sand that filled with water where he had stepped. Bypassing the cairn, he dropped his damnable blue knapsack down inside and kept walking without a pause, deep into the sea. When he joined them, Erin made a soft sound and turned around to kiss Damon on the mouth. “I knew you’d come.”
Chapter Four “The three of us belong together. I need the both of you. I’m aching for the feel of you, both of you, deep inside me.” Damon’s lips roved small kisses over Erin’s soft shoulders. “From the back, then, love? Have we anything slick?” She shook her head. “No. Not in the ass. I want both of you in my pussy at once.” Devon’s jaw dropped. “Erin, love, I won’t hurt you.” “I can take two at once.” Erin arched and curled between them. “Damon from behind, and you, Devon, from the front. Do this for me.” The twins exchanged a look, then gave a mental nod. Bracing himself with his arms wound around Erin’s chest, Devon slowly slid inside her, all the way to the hilt. Her silky pubic hair, softer in the water, tangled with his own as his balls met her giving flesh. By the gods of the sea, she was already so tight. How could she possibly accommodate Damon, as well? And oh, but she felt so good, so silky and wet, gripping him like a glove. Devon glanced at Damon, who had a look on concentration on his face. “Hold still, brother,” he said warningly. Devon felt the ripples as Damon pushed his hand down into the water, then jumped when he felt a hand on his own cock. Damon’s hand didn’t linger for long, but instead worked a finger into Erin’s pussy, stretching her open as he would the puckered bud of her anus. To his shock, even as Erin gasped and writhed between them, he felt her open wider. Damon was shaking. “Bend her over,” he ordered Devon. “You lean back in the water, bringing her on top of you. Erin, lass, move with him. Give me room.” The two shifted, Devon all but floating on his back, still joined to Erin in the most intimate way. “What happens now?” he asked. Damon’s face had gone unreadable again. “This,” he said.
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Devon gave a buck and a yelp as he felt the hard length of another cock sliding against his own. He’d never -- not in his whole life -- not even though they were twins -and Damon was flush against him, sliding into Erin’s sopping pussy. The fit was so tight as to be nearly painful, but as he instinctively pressed up and Devon pressed down, there proved to be just enough room for the both of them. Erin screamed, tremors racking her body for a third time as they stretched her wide. Devon and Damon’s arms linked across their lover, holding her tight as she rode out the orgasm. Her muscles loosened, and the two men had a little more room. “Now,” Damon ordered, voice strained. “Move. Let’s give our lady the fucking of her life, eh?” Devon groaned, pushing forward. Damon caught him on the backstroke, their cocks gliding and bumping as they found a rhythm, in and out, in and out, just like the waves and the tide. Between them, Erin had found some language neither of them knew and began babbling words that must have translated to: harder, faster, more! Glad to oblige, they obeyed her command, speeding their thrusts. Fire built in Devon’s loins at the strange feeling of another cock against his own, making him ache in strange ways he’d never even considered before. He felt tight, and he felt empty, as if he craved something he couldn’t put a name to. “Damon,” he moaned, having meant to cry Erin’s name. “Aye.” Devon thrust hard. “Go ahead, twin. Fuck her as if it were the last time ever.” We never know when that might be. Devon shuddered, buried his face in the curve of Erin’s neck and thrust harder. Not satisfied with the pleasure, he reached down to caress her pussy, stretched beyond belief, her clitoris swollen to a demanding point of flesh. When he rubbed it lightly, she arched, panting. “More,” she begged. “I need more.” Devon obeyed, rubbing and stroking her. His erection felt hard as stone, yet he couldn’t seem to cross over the final line that would lead him into the light. With a shock, he remembered -- no condoms! Erin would kill them when she came to her senses. And who knew what the oils selkies secreted would do to her?
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With those thoughts on his mind, Devon faltered, and almost came to a stop. “Damon,” he said hoarsely. “The rubbers.” “Aye.” Damon bit at Erin’s neck. “And it’s not enough, is it? You’ve tasted a bit, and now you need more.” “I -- what? Damon, I don’t --” “No. But you will.” Damon slid out of Erin’s pussy, which instantly contracted around Devon as if she were a virgin, fresh and tight enough to squeeze him in the best way ever. Devon choked for breath, struggling to hold them upright and to begin his thrusting again, still playing with Erin’s clit. She turned her head to share a long, wet kiss with Damon. “If he’s willing, do it,” she ordered. “Hurry, before we’re out of time.” “Do what?” Damon was half-floating behind Erin, his cock pressed to the crack of her ass. Wet with Erin’s own juices and his personal oils, Damon parted her cheeks easily and pressed at the tight bud of her anus. Erin gave a huge sigh. “Yes,” she breathed, feeling the tension in her body dissipate and ratchet up at the same time. “I changed my mind. I want you to do this. Come inside me.” “Since you asked so nicely.” Damon kissed the back of Erin’s neck. The kiss turned into a bite, and then there was a moment in which Devon imagined his twin pressing hard, his slick length firm as a pole against Erin’s ass. There would be a moment of pure pain almost indistinguishable from sheer bliss, and then the head of his cock popped inside -- Devon could feel it from his end. He gave a great shout as Damon penetrated Erin completely after the initial push, sliding all the way in until his balls slapped Erin’s ass and only the thinnest of tissues separated them. “Now,” Damon managed. “Ride this Sea Horse for all we’re worth.” He drew back, nudging Devon forward. “Embrace the ocean, and all its gifts.” When Devon thrust into Erin, Damon made a noise of approval. “Oh, yes. That’s the way. Do it, Devon. Do it now!”
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The last of Devon’s control fled him. He thrust forward with all his might, feeling Damon thrust into Erin’s rear entrance on the backstroke. The sensations were too much, and he felt himself beginning to fall over the edge into the abyss. “Erin,” he whispered, then shouted, “Erin!” “Devon,” she chanted. “Devon and Damon, Devon and Damon, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Damon gave one mighty surge in deep, pushing Devon hard into Erin, and that was all Devon could handle. Loosing a mighty groan, he came, his seed flooding Erin’s channel. She shrieked, arms and legs clutching tight around him and Damon, who in his turn stiffened, then began to shake. He screamed as he rode out his climax, the eerie, gleeful wail of a fairytale creature who’d been given a feast of his favorite things to devour. They hung together in the shock of orgasm for a long moment, then slowly, slowly drifted back down. Damon slipped out of Erin, as did Devon. Erin turned, twisting herself between the men, and held them to her with strong arms, hugging them close. The men bent and touched foreheads, their mental link flooded with images and visions. Did I hurt her? Or you? No. This was just what I -- we -- wanted. Damon laughed. Erin blinked dozy eyes at him. “What’s so funny?” she asked. Devon grinned and laid a kiss on her cheek. “We’ll tell you later,” he said. Then, he playfully pinched her ass cheek. “Or better yet, we’ll show you.” “Hmm,” she purred, drawing them tighter. “I can’t wait to find out. I can think clearly again, you know? Being out here… it brings my mind and body back together. My thoughts are my own.” “They weren’t before?” Erin gave a sleepy murmur. “Not all of them. I keep having these thoughts and ideas, visions of fish, swimming by in schools. Being underwater, gliding and dipping. Feeling at home beneath the waves.” She half-laughed. “Crazy, huh? But I feel like something… something I can’t put my finger on… is happening to me. Why am I only
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happy in the water?” She lifted her head and looked first at one twin, then the other. “What’s happening to me?” she asked simply. Devon and Damon exchanged a look. A pregnant pause hung between them, and then Damon opened his mouth to speak…”We don’t know,” he confessed.
Chapter Five Erin jerked out of a sound sleep on the sand, half in and half out of the water. “What was that?” Devon made a sleepy noise and Damon muttered something, but neither woke up. Men, Erin sighed to herself. A few mind-boggling fucks and they’re out cold… okay, I can give them a little leeway for exhaustion. She stretched, feeling the good soreness in her muscles and bones. Had they really gone for the double penetration? Had Damon really taken her from behind? She shook her head. Wow. Just when a girl thought things couldn’t get any wilder, she was proved wrong. What would happen after they woke up from this last session? Would things be different? Strained? She hated to think so. The three of them shared a bond she didn’t want disrupted. Speaking of waking up, how long had they been asleep on the shore? Erin squinted, looking around. The sun had set, with only a faint orange glow lighting the sky and the stars beginning to come out overhead. Hours, she guessed. Probably half a day. Oh, they’d needed the rest, to be sure, but she hadn’t been able to go so long without getting laid in weeks. She tested herself, and could still feel the hunger deep inside her belly. The fire she carried around was still embers, though, and hadn’t burst into a full flame. Strange. She should have felt consumed alive by this time, desperate to have one or the other of the twins buried deep inside her. She didn’t. Idly, Erin lay back down on the shore and reached between her own legs. She lightly toyed with the silky hair, noticing again how different the texture felt. She stroked down the seam of her pussy, playing with the idea of stoking her flames, but in the end, decided against it.
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For once, she wasn’t in the mood. She had been woken up by something… she couldn’t put her finger on just what right then… BOOM! Erin startled, jumping up and turning around to see. A rock had fallen from the top of a stone wall, best as she could tell. Stone dust puffed up in a cloud around the debris. She shivered, thinking about Stonehenge and circles of power. If one of these stone blocks should happen to fall… Maybe they weren’t safe where they had decided to rest. Did they need to move? Probably not. Erin checked out the fallen stones and decided that none of the walls were close enough to be a danger. She glanced at her twins. Jesus, those two could sleep though an earthquake, couldn’t they? Liquid heat began to pool in her lower belly. The beginnings of arousal so strong Erin knew she wouldn’t be able to fight it. But wake up either of the twins? No, no way. They needed their rest after the paces she’d put them through. She’d just have to take care of business herself. Although naked, she felt exposed. Her skin was dry to the touch where it had lain out of the water. She scratched at herself, noting the white lines in dismay, and shook her head. She needed to go back into the sea. Have to, a voice whispered inside her head. Go into the cool, green water. Feel better. Silently, Erin stood. She took one staggering step, then another, splashing her way into the waves. As she walked forward and the water level rose around her, she began to feel like a new woman. Health and vitality zinged through her veins as the water surged around her. She bent and took a sip, tasting the salt. The flavor didn’t make her thirsty. Rather, she craved more. She didn’t take another swallow. Far out enough that she had to tread water, Erin thought long and hard about the changes that had come to her since she’d arrived in Ireland. The plan had been just to take a vacation, of all things. A medically prescribed tour of rest on the shores of Ireland. She’d been trying -- that damn book of yoga. She wondered what had happened to the wretched thing.
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Then, before she’d even gotten started relaxing, Devon had walked into her life, and then Damon. Then the man they called War Dogs, who’d stolen the twins’ selkie skins. Not for love, but for money. The three of them had been chasing him ever since, or at least had been until they ended up… here. Erin dipped her head underwater to wet her hair. She came up shaking herself like a dog. As droplets flew, she tracked their arc through the air -- like little diamonds. The kind she’d never wear on her finger. People couldn’t even marry partners of the same sex, so she doubted any judge in the land would go for a three-way union. She could live without the trimmings, though. As long as she had her boys, all was right with her world. She’d get over her fascination with this place, maybe that night, and they could keep on searching and -Ow. Ow! OW! Erin shrieked as a charley horse seized the muscle in her right calf. The leg seized and thrashed, making it impossible to tread water any longer. Helpless to stop the fall, she slipped below the waves. Even as she fell, though, she felt the wonderful sensation of the water soothing and cooling her inflamed skin, soaking in like a balm. She opened her eyes and gazed around in the green water, staring at the strangeness of a sea without any fish. Her calf seized again, and Erin involuntarily gave a yelp, inhaling a lungful of water. Her body wanted to cough, but the action was impossible underwater. Choking, she began to sink even more rapidly. Her feet came into contact with the pale sands. Keeping the weight off her leg, she stared up at the surface, so close and yet so far. If she could only work this kink out, she could swim up and be safe -BOOM! The sound of falling rock was muted by the water, but Erin still heard it. Her chest burning, she whipped around toward the source of the sound, and then, taking her completely by surprise, her entire body wracked itself in a spasm. She did scream then, water flooding her lungs as she bowed back and forth, struggling against the fierce cramps wracking her frame.
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Oh, God, this is agony! Another thought struck her, one which hadn’t sunk in before. I’m going to drown out here and wash out to sea. Devon and Damon will never know what happened to me. Although still wracked with pain, Erin smacked at the water with shaking fists. No. No! I will make it through this. I will survive. After all I’ve been through, I am not going to drown now! Erin’s muscles gave one last spasm, and then, to her relief, the pain ebbed away. She couldn’t quite see for the spots blocking her vision, but she blinked once, then twice, and watched them fade away. She arched her body in the water, feeling somehow loose and limber, and then with a flick of her tail shot toward the surface. It was only when she broke up into the air that it occurred to her -- a tail? She took a deep breath, tasting the salt on the air, and found herself startled at how much richer the flavor was on her tongue. Being in the water felt more like being home than ever. Her spine prickled. Something had happened, and she didn’t like it. More magic? Erin didn’t trust the hocus-pocus. The last time she’d dealt with it, War Dogs had been blowing some powder at her to cover up his getaway. What if he were working the mojo on them from a distance? But… a tail? Erin twisted around to look down at herself… and her mouth dropped open in shock. What the hell had happened to her? Light brown fur, sleek as a seal pelt, coated her body from the shoulders down to the length of her legs, along with a flipperlike tail jutting out like an otter. She flexed and squeezed, watching the strange appendage move. Turning back around, she checked down her front. Same soft pelt covering her body. Still a woman’s shape with breasts and belly and pussy, but covered in fur from tip to toe. She patted her face and head, and was started to realize that while her features remained clear, her hair, which had been getting kinkier and kinkier, had gone silky soft and seemed longer, floating in the water. That wasn’t the biggest change, though. Feeling down her neck, Erin touched something like three ridges on each side. Slits? Tightly closed, but all the same -- she gasped. Gills!
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Instantly, she dipped back underneath the water. The green sea felt even more heavenly on her new fur, floating it gently as seaweed. Erin concentrated and felt the gill slits pop open. She worked her throat and felt sweet oxygen floating in, strained somehow through her new friends. She could breathe underwater. She could survive beneath the waves. Suddenly things back on the shore seemed surreal, unimportant. Erin suppressed a giggle. She didn’t know what the hell she was, but she knew one thing: it was time to have some fun. Whooping, she flipped in a circle. The power in her tail astonished her, and she used the thing to race forward, toward deeper and darker waters. No harm; they didn’t frighten her now. Laughing for delight, she spread out on her back. She felt good… and she felt horny. The sea itself could be her lover, and she’d give the water the show of its life. Slipping her hand down to her pussy, Erin felt at the slickness covering her thighs. Denser than the liquid surrounding them, it clung to her in beads that dissolved into a smooth glide between her legs. Spreading them wide, she reached between to trace a line down her folds, then slowly parted them. The sea kissed her in the most intimate of places, attentive to her needs. Erin grinned, feeling the new sharpness of her teeth, as she lightly danced two fingers over her clitoris. Swollen plump and eager, the nub begged to play -- and who was she to deny her body’s needs? First stroking, then pinching, Erin tormented herself with a mixture of pleasure and pain which almost drove her to the edge, but held off. Not yet. I want to try this now… She slid two fingers into her pussy, slipping them in and out. The sensation was incredible, the faint down of fur on her fingers tickling the sensitive walls of her channel, each one awaking thousands of nerve endings. Erin cried out, bucking underneath her own touch, aching for more and more. Her fingers were webbed. How had she missed the change? With her free hand, Erin fanned them out over one breast, tweaking at her nipple. She gasped at how good and how different it felt, the sensation so much more that it was almost too much to bear.
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Which, of course, meant she kept on pinching and twisting, rocking as the sensation threatened to overwhelm her. Had anything ever felt so good? The fingers threshing in and out of her pussy picked up speed as she played with her breast. Alone in the cool dark green, nothing mattered except her own body’s pleasure, and she played herself like a well-tuned fiddle, bowing and crescendoing toward a climax like she’d never had before on her own. One last push inside, using three fingers instead of two, feeling juices gush around her hand, Erin came with a sonic howl, the sea rippling around her. The orgasm stole her sight, leaving her blinded by white light for a long moment while she floated against the warm, wet bed of the ocean. It cushioned her like the arms of a particularly generous lover, one who appreciated the gift she’d just given. Lovers -- Devon and Damon! Erin shook off her afterglow, realizing that the two might have woken. If they found her gone, they’d be frantic. But this whole change… was this what they’d refused to tell her about earlier? Her changeover into something not quite human, not quite sea creature? Reality sank in with a thud, hard and jarring as a piece of rock falling from the ruins. Oh, God. Oh, God, oh God, oh God! What if she were stuck like this? She’d never be able to go back to her job in the States. She hadn’t been thinking so far ahead, all her concentration on the twins and catching War Dogs, but what if she were shackled to the sea for the rest of her life? Fuck, but she was going to bang the twins’ heads together when she saw them next!
Epilogue “No, Derrick, you must wait outside. Tend to the horses. They need a good currying after our journey.” Rombere dusted off his sleeves. “A good thing no one can see us coming or going, eh? Or see us here, for that matter.” Derrick grinned at his master, Irish eyes sparkling. “Magic, innit?” he asked cheekily. “You have your ways.” “I do. And you know better than to ask about them.” “Aye, but has being warned ever stopped me?” Rombere rolled his eyes and laughed as he swung himself up into the caravan. Truly, he didn’t need the trappings of a gypsy from the old days, but it sufficed to impress those who didn’t know any better. These days, his brethren rode in the modern equivalent of their old wagons. No one made a better mechanic than one of the Romany. For the moment, the transfiguration of his van into a caravan suited Rombere well enough. He had plenty of room to move about, and if danger were coming, he had enough wards and barriers set up in the mostly-empty interior to warn him in plenty of time. A bed rested at the far end, but he hadn’t used it for sleeping yet. Perhaps later, if Derrick did a good job on the horses… Ach, but those thoughts were for another time. Just then, he had a mystery to unravel. Gathering ingredients and tools from a shelf, Rombere sat down in the middle of his caravan’s floor and prepared to ‘make some magic’, as Derrick would put it. He was a cocksure lad, but pleasing enough to the eye, and there was no reason not to keep him -or his toothsome sister -- around. Twins did make the best lovers. Rombere grinned, his teeth white in his dark-skinned face, as he spread slender bones on the floor, forming them into a rough circle. A chalice of granite went into the
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middle, and, from a wineskin, the best vintage Derrick had been able to procure for him. All elements of the Earth of the bounty she could provide. But for this to work, he required the other three components. Rombere blew across the surface of the wine, creating ripples. He dripped water into the pool from another skin, diluting the deep red into a rosy pink, nearly filling the chalice to its brim. Finally, he struck a match, and dropped the flaming object into the wine. A plume of fire rose from the liquid, full to bursting with magic. Rombere caressed the air around it, murmuring words long lost to the modern world and those who were not of the People. With his charm set, he prepared to look into the flames and See what no one else could, not even War Dogs with his so-clever modern bugging devices. “Show me the selkies and the halfling,” he commanded. “Image and bone, hearth and home, from sea to shore, bring me more. Show me where they are, and let me see what they are doing.” A grin quirked his lips. “Show me who the selkies are doing.” An image formed in the middle of the flame. The woman called Erin, and the twin selkies. Arms around each other, they were talking earnestly about something. The woman, the halfling, seemed to be asking questions the men were dancing around answering, and as Rombere watched, she grew angry. Arms crossed over her full, lush breasts, she faced these creatures of legend down without fear. Rombere waved his hand, moving back for a better look at their surroundings. Ah! A ruined fishing village, perhaps one of those untouched for a century or more. One built on an older settlement, from the cairns and the stone ruins. As for the selkies and the halfling, they stood waist-deep in a pool of deep green water. Algae, perhaps? No matter. Rombere knew where they were now. And with that knowledge, he could do anything he wanted. Glancing across the way to where two selkie skins hung as a curtain across the back of his caravan, Rombere began to grin. He had half of what he wanted. All he needed now was to lay hands on the threesome. Knowing where they were, it would only be a matter of time and War Dogs’ cunning.
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Oh, yes. The selkies and their woman would be in his grasp -- very, very soon.
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Sealed and Delivered You never know what’s coming next… or do you? Something strange is happening to Erin. Her body has been changing against her will, reshaping it into something not quite woman, not quite selkie. The twins have refused to tell her anything about this mysterious “changeover”, but they’ll soon regret their decision. Meanwhile, War Dogs has noticed the recent events, himself. He stands to earn a whole lot more money if he can snag Erin now that she’s changed into a mystical creature herself. Armed with guns and a plan, he figures there’s no way to stop him now. But the gypsy, Rombere, has a few plans of his own that he’s not spilling yet…
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Lia Connor Lia Connor supposedly lives in the South, but her job takes her almost everywhere but there. Her laptop is her best friend as she travels. She’s thrilled to be working with Changeling Press. She loves to write about BBW’s, hot, hot, hot threesomes and wereanimals. Lia would love to hear from you. You can contact her at
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