Abominations ((Open to everyone))Rated M for gore*

[Amarnath]

He was actually rather shocked at the fact that she accepted his invitation to hold on to his shoulder, though there was no outward sign of it. He only began to move forward in the water, slowly, moving his arms and hands as he would if he was human and had no massive tail to propel him forward. This was for her, to show her how to use them. Feeling her body press against his back, he had to refrain from flinching, not very comfortable having someone that close to his spine. When she tightened her grip, everything inside of him told him to get away, to push her away and stay as far from her as possible. His body tensed beneath her touch, more so than he would have liked, and he clenched his jaw closed while also trying to make sure he was still breathing.

It was her hands moving across to his chest that truly surprised him. Willingly touching his body the way she did, even though he knew he was repulsive, knew that those scars were not just markings but wounds that would never heal. The warmth coming from her no longer seemed to be bothersome to him, but that may have been because she herself was growing colder. He could not tell if his own body was beginning to warm up, but it must not have been, because he felt fine, aside from the odd tingling he felt around every place she touched. She rested her chin on his shoulder, and he made sure to keep his face ahead, not wanting to turn to look at her for fear of touching her himself. It was okay for her to touch him, but he was sure that for him to touch her would be unacceptable.

The merman was so terribly confused, not knowing what he was supposed to do, how he was supposed to feel. He had never cared to let someone touch him, let alone invite them to. He was always alone. Even when he was with others, and not in any form other than that which was deadly to those others, he was the only one who existed, them the animals, the beasts to be slain. In his head, he knew it should be the other way around, but he would never be able to let it be that way. His tail swirled beneath them, making sure to keep her head above the water as it rested there on his shoulder, knowing his tendency to sink deeper. What was she feeling? Why was she willing to be around him? Perhaps she only wished to gain a talent, and it was the only thing that made sense to him.

After a while of demonstrating those movements, he reached up to grasp her hand, coaxing it out to the water, reaching it out with her so she would be aware he would still be there. When she was off of him, holding herself up in the water with only her arms and hands, he wondered if this would be a moment when he should have been able to smile. Then he chastised himself for the thought and sank into the water, letting it come just over his nose so that his eyes could still view her from the surface. There was something about this moment, this situation, that intrigued him so much more than anything else ever had, and it scared him a little. He remained a foot or two away from her as she swam, just in case she needed his help, but the grin that appeared on her face caused him to tilt his head slightly.

He blinked, watching her with interest hidden behind his eyes. Something turned in his stomach when she lied on her back, and seeing her about to sink, he moved slightly closer, preparing to place a hand beneath her back for support. But she began to float, and as she began moving downstream, he swam around and slightly ahead of her, then back around again, quickly, effortlessly. Still he considered her a beautiful creature, perhaps now more so because she was in the water, and for some reason, that made her even more attractive. He turned his head away momentarily, closing his eyes. What was he thinking? He opened his mouth, about to hiss, when he remembered she was still there, and he looked back to find her a few feet away, starting to try and upright herself.

Moving closer, he let her attach to him again. He easily supported her weight, slowly moving them back to where they had begun, working against the light current. His lips tense when she pulled closer to him, arm across his shoulders behind his neck. His mind was conflicted. But then she looked him in the eyes, and all feeling seemed to leave him immediately. He put up a shield, realizing he could not have hidden the way he had been feeling about this. He forced his mind to go blank, but he was only successful in this for a few moments, as she looked away. He did not doubt she felt disturbed by his stare. But he felt that he ever so slightly regretted her eyes leaving his, wanting to stare at her eyes some more, to discover what it was they were hiding.

As she went to place his hand on her leg, his arm gave a small jerk, not familiar with this, uncertain about what she was doing. But he did let her move his hand there, and though his face was blank, his mind certain was not. He took a breath, silently understanding what she was asking him to do. He removed his hand, brushing it against her knee unintentionally as he moved to grab her hand with his other one. Carefully, he pushed her out to his side, hand still holding on to hers. Putting his other hand out to his other side to steady himself, he motioned his head backward toward his tail, flicking it up out of the water to make the indication more obvious. Slowly, he moved his torso and tail in an up and down, slithering type of motion. Stopping at one point, he turned to point at her feet, and brought his hand to the one that held hers, trying to make sure she understood to keep them together.

[Saeleen Nortia]

She slid away from him, marvelling at the way her body moved through the water. Of course, she'd noticed it before, but somehow, at this moment, it simply struck her just how calm and serene the water was. It pressed against her, making her movements slower than usual. Some days, this slow and languid pace frustrated her, when she wanted to move like a torpedo through the water as she did in the air, and was forced to use that little extra energy that she would have rather stored for later. On this evening, however, it was welcomed, enjoyed, even. Fear of drowning was far from her mind. The mermaid was there to save her, and even on the off-chance that he wouldn't, safety was only one shift away. Little could over-power her as a dragon, and in that form, water was an easily conquered thing. His hand felt cold in hers. Everything felt cold, though she insistently kept her body temperature at a constant level, a comfortable lukewarm at the very least. Her organs still burned away at a hot temperature, so she wasn't worried about hypothermia any time soon.

She followed his motion, looking back at his tail as it flicked out of the water, splashing droplets of water everywhere. Her eyelids fluttered, eyelashes catching tiny droplets and preventing them from flying into her eyes. She was pulled through the water as his body and tail worked with the current, propelling them forward at a quickened pace. Soon, though, the ride was over, and he motioned to her own legs, bringing his hands together. For a moment, her eyes remained on his hands, both so close to her one, touching gently. Finally her eyes looked up, and she gave a small smile and nodded, easily following his train of thought. Her fingers remained in his hand, thumb ensuring that his hand couldn't leave her.

It was a complicated motion, moving her body in an attempt to copy him. She managed to move her waist and stomach in a similar way as he had, but it did little when she couldn't really match the movements up with her legs. The minutes ticked away as she gradually got the hang of allowing her body to flow in that motion, and she ended up having to pull her hand from his to work her arms and prevent herself from slipping under the water. As she was beginning to feel confident in the movement, she allowed herself to slip under, squinting her eyes open as she twisted her body and began swimming back. She couldn't say she was overtly fond of this body. Within seconds, her chest felt as though it were being constricted to the verge of exploding, and her body continually floated to the surface. She knew because her bottom would suddenly become cold before she pushed her feet up, forcing herself stubbornly back under despite the burning in her lungs.

Seeing a murky shape in front of her, Saeleen swam forward, fighting against floating as her body began returning to the surface. She wasn't ready to go up, not until she reached the figure. A chill, yet somehow warm air brushed her backside, lancing up her back as her head popped up from the surface. The deep breath was released suddenly, and she gasped in more precious air, blinking her eyes against the water dripping into them and fighting the tiny white dots swarming her vision. She was maybe three feet at least from the mermaid, and with a smile, she slipped back under, propelling herself as deep as she could and moving forward to him. Her hand gently touched his scales before her body abruptly twisted to point upwards, and she floated to the surface. At the very least, forty-five minutes must have passed since he had initially shown her how to properly move her legs, and by now the sun had long ago disappeared, taking with it the little light that had lingered in the clouds.

Her pupils were fully dilated, but even still, she couldn't see well with the sliver of a moon hiding behind leaves. In her true form, she would have been able to see as though it were clear as daylight, but now darkness obscured the mermaid's features until she had to really focus to see them even remotely properly. Dark shadows lurked along the banks, but she paid them no mind as she watched the mermaid avidly, eyes exploring what she could see of his face. A strange tingle ran through her, and she couldn't be sure if it were from him or herself, but it caused a small frown to cross her lips before she looked down into the water. She could feel her toes and fingers had wrinkled up long ago, shrivelling despite being immersed in water. Her eyes returned to his face, watching him carefully for any reaction as her arms silently searched for his under the water. It didn't take long until her hands softly closed over his upper arm, and slid down to his hands. The hands she brought to her sides, placing them on her waist as she watched him curiously.

An insistent thrumming filled her chest as her heart pounded. It wasn't racing, but nor was it at a normal pace. Her chest throbbed, in something of a loneliness. Was it his loneliness or hers? She couldn't tell, but she wished she could reach out with her emotions and touch him, reflect her feelings as he did to her. There was a craving, a craving she was willing to fill with him; the craving for company. For contact and touch with another being other than the cold, soft clouds. As she recognized this feeling, it grew to a gnawing pain, a gnawing hunger, and her hands tightened around his. To any other mortal, it would have been painful, her grip could have been strong enough to break a pinky finger. But whatever pain she could have caused would have been diminished by the sheer torment that was reflecting in her eyes. Maybe the mermaid didn't need her, but at the moment, she desperately needed him to at least be there. 'Lonely.'[/i] It was a raw, sharp, digging thing, and she grimaced, withdrawing a little and turning her head to the side. It was the only thought that could course through her head. How painfully lonely she was, and how she managed to live in the ignorance of a blissful life of solitude. She swallowed thickly, a tear dribbling down her cheek. Surely he must feel lonely as well. This much pain couldn't have all come from her, could it? Doubt riddled her. It could have.

Maybe it was just from staying human too long. She never really had stayed in this form for this long, much less with all of said time being spent with another creature. Amidst the loneliness, a purely maternal instinct dribbled up. Most dragons her age had found a mate and already had their first brood. She frowned, shaking her head. No. She was still young. Pushing it back, she looked back up at the mermaid. ”Do you ever become lonely?” She asked him softly. Her body pulled up closer to him, a movement that wasn't of her own conscious thought, but once her chest brushed against his, she blinked, looking away again. The pain in her chest was only a dull throbbing now, but it spiked at random moments, causing her toes to flinch and her to swallow.[/size]

[Amarnath]

The water slowly washed past them, rippling around their bodies, his tail creating little swirls every time it moved. It felt so soothing against him, and why should it not? Water was his home. It was what he thrived by, the substance that kept his terrible body alive. For some, perhaps that was not a good thing. Some may wish water was never there once they were in his hands. But not this woman. She was so trusting of him, even though his looks would have told anyone he was a danger, a threat. He could feel a small amount of heat coming from beneath her skin as she held on to his hand, and in an instant, a slight shock was sent through his body, and he resisted the urge to pull away, to get away from the heat.

As she began to move her legs, he studied her over. At first, she appeared a little clumsy with her legs, not seeming to get into the rhythm, timing it with the rest of her body. But the merman was oddly patient, curious. He had pushed away those strange, earlier thoughts, not wanting to be tempted to think in any unusual way. Unusual by his standards, anyway. It may have been that he did not want to admit to human temptations or feelings, though inwardly he knew he was also prone to them. He held on to her fingers firmly, even as the water tried to carry her away from him. He would not let it. He wanted her to stay her by his side, not to leave him. It made him slightly angry for a moment, angry at this foreign feeling.

However, something still soothed him. Something about her presence did calm him. It did not make him feel vile and hideous. He did not feel like a monster. He had made himself that way, dreamt it, lived it, loved it. His heart was black as pitch, or so he had once thought. After this evening, he wondered if there was really something in him that wished for peace, wished for something other than blood and screams. Lost was the way he felt when she released her grip on his hand, moving away and then under as she began to swim with both her arms and legs. Tilting his head, he tried to make sure his breathing remained steady. She was doing well, and pride filled him. As she went under, his breath caught, having to keep himself from going after her.

What was with him today? He was being soft. Was it kindness? Adoration? He was not sure, and he was afraid to know the answers all of a sudden. The burst of confusion returned to him like a heavy whirlwind. Looking up at the sky, he noted the darkness, and the rising of stars and seeing even a trickle of the moon among the leaves of the tall trees. Crickets were chirping nearby, and the fearful cry of a bird sounded as it leapt from a branch into the night sky. Although he could see fairly well, he did not like nightfall here, not in a place he was unfamiliar with. He closed his eyes and breathed in, taking the time to revel in the feeling of the water as it slipped through his fingers and over his tail.

The strangest sensation took over him when she resurfaced near him, and his mind swirled, not with confusion, but with something else. It was not anything he recognized. He turned his eyes away from her body, his black eyes scanning the banks, anything but regain such a feeling. The black tear-like markings coming from the corners of his eyes might have made it look as if he was truly crying in this pale light. His dark skin glistened with cool droplets of water, his black hair plastered to his neck and strewn across his face. The air he breathed was cold and vapor-like, and when she touched him again, he felt a chill course through his already cold veins. The worst part about it was that it actually seemed to make him shiver slightly.

Something about her hands placing his on her waist made his heart flutter in a way he had never felt before. This brought him to look back at her face, his eyes intensified, as if boring into her, searching, seeking answers. It hurt him to do this. Every fiber of his being was in an agony which was also a pleasure. He gripped her waist firmly, making sure she did not slip away, his tail slowly pushing, keeping them in a steady position in the water. It brushed against one of her legs, and he nearly froze with another of those chills. It was in this moment that he really paid attention to the structure of her face, how different it seemed to be from all those women who had dared to tread his waters. The roundness of her face, the way her smile fit into it, he . . . liked it.

Quickly and without warning, his emotions took a darker turn, retreating deep into the recesses of his mind. For some reason he felt . . . lonely. He had felt such a way before, but never so strongly as he did now. He closed his eyes and looked downward. It hurt. His chest tightened in a devilish sort of pain that had him clenching his jaw. Why did he feel this way? Was it because he realized he would never be able to be around such a being again? Was it because he was feeling something positive in the company of another? Was it because he actually enjoyed the presence of this woman and knew she would end up leaving him, and that they would never set eyes on each other again? He could not tell if a tear escaped either of his eyes thanks to the water that constantly dripped from his hair into his face.

He visibly shook with frustration, not understanding any of these things. Her question caused him to look back up at her curiously, taking a moment to consider her words. Lonely? That was how he felt now. He bowed his head and removed his right hand from her strong grip, moving it up to touch the long gashes, these dreadful scars that went down his torso, and his back. He was careful not to touch her as he moved his hand back to her waist, already unsure of what to feel at the physical touch of her skin against his. He just wondered why she was willing to be so close to him when he had not believed her to care for ugly things, from the way she had reacted to her own wounds. Why, then, was she not afraid of him? Why did she not go away in the very beginning?

Absentmindedly he brought his tail upward and it brushed up beneath her, gently wrapping itself once around one of her legs while at the same time allowing her to sit there. His tail was long enough to continue keeping them where they were, though it did require a little more attention than usual, just not too much. He looked back up at her face, willingly projecting his loneliness toward her, vast, a hole he had never been able to fill, something unfillable. But it then turned questioning. He had to repress his thoughts, not wanting to overwhelm her with his emotions, especially ones he himself did not find tasteful or appropriate for him. He was inwardly ashamed.

[Saeleen Nortia]

His hands traced the deep gashes along his body, particularly the ones close to his eyelashes. She blinked, taking them in. Of course she'd noticed them before, and if she were more naive, she would have believed them to be from the creature they had killed. She'd noted he had come with them, though, and wondered what could have hurt him. What could have hurt such a strong and amazing creature...? Person? As his hand returned to her waist, she gently touched it, looking down as she felt something brush along her legs and bum. His tail curled around, holding her up, and she looked up after a moment, a small smile on her face. It felt weird, sitting on scales. Normally she was the one donned in scales, not someone else. Blinking, she blushed slightly, though refused to look away. Suddenly her body temperature jumped, causing a sudden hot flash that she didn't seem to take much notice of as it went down in temperature. Her eyes were much too focused, and she brought a hand up, gently touching one of his wounds.

Pulling her hand back, she noted her fingers had a slightly orange tinge to them from the blood, and she allowed her hand to fall back into the water and wash away the liquid. She licked her lips absentmindedly; they were surprisingly dry despite her being in the water. Something didn't really make sense to her, though. Why hadn't he healed himself? Isn't that in his capabilities? He'd helped her with her own wounds to a degree. Frowning, she tapped into her magic. It is difficult to describe exactly how she does it. The magic itself could almost be described like something of a light, and to Saeleen, this light was located in her stomach. However, this light was strangely an almost jelly-like substance. Something she could touch, something she could feel, and move, and command. Now it twisted, growing in size and direction as it flowed through her body, coursing through her veins with a heady thrum. The magic was directed to her lips, which were beginning to take on an almost greenish glow, so faint that it would be hardly noticeable unless he were really studying her face. The glowing grew, and soft wisps of light danced across her mouth, almost like smoke, before she leaned forward, gently touching her lips to his cheek. They brushed over a particularly deep cut, and the glowing faded, seeping into the cut as her lips parted and her tongue gently brushed over it.

The irony taste of blood touched the tip of her tongue, but she ignored it. Now she wasn't sure if the thrumming through her body, the sweet sensation, was all the magic's doing. Pulling away, she watched as the glow faded away into the cuts, and frowned as nothing was accomplished. The gentle warm flow of the magic just... Well, she could feel it coursing through him, but it wasn't doing anything other than soothing the wounds. Gritting her teeth, she looked closer at him. What was so different about him? Was it just that she wasn't well versed in the art of healing? Or was it because he was who he was? The magic in her body faded, and the thrumming intensified. Pressing herself closer to the merman, she allowed her torso to brush his. Her hand took his, and she brought it up to her cheek, feeling his strangely soft skin against hers, before she leaned in again. Slowly. She didn't want to startle him, but finally she gave in to the thrumming as her lips hovered just milliseconds away from his. Her eyes flickered up to his, and then their lips touched. It was only for a moment before she drew away, watching him carefully. He... felt different than what she had thought. His lips were cold, and an interesting contrast to her abnormally warm ones.

((Sorry it's so short, can't really do much without a response xD))

[Amarnath]

Black orbs stared back at her, blank, expressionless in their hard gaze. Cold, even colder than that of his natural chill, icier than the north, and yet they were nothing. Nothingness that engulfed him, body and soul, if a soul he did have. Her smile enchanted him, caused his mind to freeze in a strange, uncertain kind of way, completely foreign, and though he felt panic rise in the back of his mind, it could not penetrate the abyss at the forefront, taking in everything before him, taking her in. He dared not blink, thinking that if he did so, she may just vanish, disappear, and all of this would be gone. But was that not what he wanted? Did he not want to retreat from these alien feelings? No. He was not sure he really did. Something kept him here, kept his hands free of her blood.

He flinched when he felt her fingers reach up and touch him, but his eyes never left her face. The water rushed by them fairly swiftly now, but to him, even its sounds seemed to fade away into the background, and all he could feel was the heat of her skin against him. It was peculiarly comfortable, that heat. His body reacted by cooling further, but somehow they seemed to meet. It was as if the heat was just outside of him, threatening to overtake him, seeping through his own flesh, but he found he enjoyed it. He enjoyed it, as long as it was coming from her. The way the color of her eyes shifted somewhat, barely noticeable in the dark light, just made his skin crawl with nerves he never knew he had. She did something to him he did not fully understand.

The magic could be felt, and even seen through the glow of her lips. He was uncertain of it, though, at first not sure whether or not to trust it, his instincts telling him to get away, to run from her touch, but he stayed. The grip on her waist became firmer, tense, when she came to kiss his cheek, and his heartbeat seemed almost to double its pace when he felt her tongue cross over one of his wounds. He could feel the magic flow into him, try as it might to heal him of his afflictions. But it soon faded, and though his inner body felt at peace with this magic, his exterior did not prove to be so accepting. He even thought he felt a stinging sensation across his skin, each wound begging for healing but unable to be satisfied, relief only just beyond its reach. Then they were soothed.

What happened next he could scarcely begin to comprehend. After she placed his hand on her cheek, pressing herself closer against him, his other hand absentmindedly moved to the small of her back, keeping her there firmly, but still gently. His thumb moved across the soft skin of her cheek as he watched her intently, wondering what she was doing, and why. He could sense his blood from her mouth, and it confused him even more. Then she kissed him, and though it was short-lived, it felt like an eternity. His head swirled with confusion, fear, and desire all in one, nagging at him, causing his head to hurt. The beating of his heart sounded loudly in his ears, and a bizarre heat began to fill him from inside. He felt as though he was going to burst.

Once apart again, he searched her eyes helplessly. All he wanted was to feel the warmth of her lips on his again, or was it something more animalistic? Unable to help himself, he ran his hand through her wet hair, careful not to tug, before returning his hand to her cheek again. He leaned in closer, barely an inch from her lips, his hand slipping slightly behind her neck, and then he stopped. Clenching his teeth, he pulled away and turned his head to the side, eyes closing in an attempt to forget his thoughts. The only thing he knew for a fact was that he was drawn to her, that he wanted her like he had wanted no other being before, and this time it had nothing to do with bloodlust. He repressed the urged he felt growing within him, still uncertain, still afraid.

He knew that if he allowed himself to give in to his own urges, he could very well end up hurting her, and for some reason, that bothered him. He did not even know how she felt. Whether or not this was an act or some small sign of pity, which he detested. While she could feel his emotions, he could not feel hers. He was an open book for anyone around him, no matter what he did to avoid it. But most of the time it had only been anger and hate, while now it was something entirely different. He could not focus enough to get anything in his head straightened out into a clear thought, and trying to hold his emotions back was pointless. They only kept flooding forward, stronger than before. His body visibly shook as he strained to hold back.

[Saeleen Nortia]

She tilted her head slightly, pressing her cheek into the merman's hand as she looked up into his eyes, silently assessing his feelings. His hand ran through her hair, and she wished for him to pull her closer, just kiss her again. The chilled feeling of his lips against hers seemed to linger, causing a tingling sensation on her mouth. Slowly he began to lean in, and her eyes flickered down to his lips, watching them intently as they hovered just out of reach. She waited. Neither of them moved until he pulled his head away, a turmoil of emotions pouring through him and to her. A frown graced her lips, and her light grip tightened the slightest bit around him. Her nose gently brushed his temple before her lips touched it, gently kissing him. He was almost shivering, and her hands ran up and down his arms softly, trying to help ease his tension.

Fear flitted through her, and she pushed it back, frowning slightly. While the emotion itself wasn't alien to her, she knew that in this instance, it was alien to her body. "Shh." Her lips murmured against his temple, gently trying to sooth him. Eyes fluttered closed, and she tried pushing back the thrumming through her body. It was only intensified by him, his own feelings seeping into her, pushing her almost to the brink of snapping. They both wanted each other, yet there was that small bit that held them both steadfastly; like an iron chain holding her back and down. The fear held her back, and only fed into the fears she didn't know she harboured until his brought them out into perspective. The slow realization that this merman was dangerous was creeping into her. She stubbornly refused to accept the fact. Her hands ran along down his back, gently touching the deep cuts and scars before her arm wrapped around him, holding him to her.

An almost determination flared through her, and slowly a hand reached his chin. Fingernails gently caressed his skin, trying to sooth and direct his head. When his face came back to hers, she touched her forehead to his, opening her eyes to look into his. Trust reflected through them, on a level she wasn't quite sure was possible, save towards those of her own kind. And even then... She blinked. No, Saeleen trusted him, she just wished he could trust himself. 'You're not going to hurt me.' She thought, watching him carefully, wishing there was some way she could only make him understand. Make him understand and realize that she wanted this just as much as he did. Whatever 'this' was.

Her body moved on its own accord as she slowly leaned forward again, pressing her lips against his softly. Her mouth lingered, pressing into his chilled lips, and reveling in the feeling as heat and cold battled it out in the microscopic distance between their skin. A tingle ran down her spine, and her hand trailed unconsciously down his chest as her tongue flicked against his bottom lip; a surge of heat against her cooling lips. Legs unfurled as she wrapped them around his torso, just below where scales met skin. It felt strangely slimy, but she ignored the feeling as her muscles tightened to prevent her from slipping away. She felt as though she could never have been so close to another person as how she was now. Considering her age, Saeleen had never really been with another of the opposite gender before. Much less of the same gender, before people make assumptions. For a dragon, she was young, not in the least eager to grow up.

Now maturity, and the strange dance between male and female was being pushed onto her. Confusion swirled through her, yet at the same time and excitement. Her thoughts felt blurry and disorganized, scattered, yet strangely focused. Animalistically focused. Her mind refused to move away from the merely feeling of him. Her arms around him, his solid and muscular form, the scars and cuts, the coldness that was him. They simply seemed to clash just as passionately as fire and ice, each threatening to over take the other, even as the other fought to keep their hold. Fear fluttered in her stomach. What if his cold extinguished all that was her fire? Would she die out? Sputter until she could simply no longer go? What if her fire overcame his chill? Would he sizzle? Wrinkle up into a darkened prune until he could no longer move? She didn't know if it was because they were polar opposites, or some other strange and mystical connection, but an intense bond and yearning had formed for him, and while a part of her tried to figure it out, the raw desire in itself was enough to wipe such seemingly troublesome thoughts from her mind.

She wanted to be engulfed by him, even while she wanted to engulf him. Her lips parted finally, tongue flicking against the barrier that was his mouth. Fingers curled into claws as she gripped him to her, wanting only the feel of his tongue against hers in the ancient kiss humans had once called the soul kiss.

[Amarnath]

The kiss she planted on his temple confused him greater still. He was not familiar with it. He was not familiar with any of this. But . . . the kiss seemed to give him this odd feeling of reassurance, of comfort, and her warm hands began to ease his shaking. As he felt her breath against his temple, heard her whisper softly, the tightness in his throat grew, and for a moment, he thought he could not breathe. Eyes still closed, holding his breath, he accepted the touch of her hands and that of her body, welcomed it. He wanted her, wanted to have her as his own . . . he wanted to take her life into his hands, to hold her future. Why? While his inner evil told him just to do it, to simply reach out and take her, he could not bring himself to do so. This odd barrier was between him and her, something he was putting there, but something he did not know how to get rid of.

He tensed all over again when he felt her hand on his back, slightly afraid she would touch it, that black line, that crippling aspect of his body. It could render him useless, and yet, he wanted her to touch it. Maybe he was masochistic, or maybe he just thought this was beginning to feel right in some deranged, distant plane of his mind. His teeth were still clenched, jaw tightly shut when she touched his chin, as if he was trying to keep from saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Afraid he would be able to speak, perhaps. The light graze of her nails sent his senses into a wild frenzy, making him actually feel cold. Or was it heat? Was it a hot, melting warmth that was streaming through his veins every time she moved against him? He complied with her pull, and he turned his head toward her again, somewhat tentatively.

Black eyes met hazel, an almost ever-shifting set of eyes but one which he found entrancing, and their gazes locked. He searched her eyes, never taking them off of her no matter what danger he sensed in being with her. The level of trust that shined in her eyes. . . . He never knew that kind of trust could exist, let alone in relation to him. But why did she trust him? What was it in her that did not give her reason to flee from his touch? She even bore the emotions he knew must have been entering her mind, try as they might to mess with her head. Somehow, she did not appear so bothered by it. Not now. This connection he felt when he was staring into her eyes, it calmed his strained nerves, but it only made his dark heart beat faster, harder, thrumming so loudly inside of him he thought it might leap from his chest.

A great warmth rose in his chest, a tension, something strange and yet wonderful, as she pressed her lips against his again. At first, he only remained frozen, scared to move, but feeling her legs wrap around him, feeling her chest pressed closely against his, he gave in. He kissed her back gently, his hands moving, one to press against the small of her back, and the other to slide behind her head, finger entwining themselves in her hair. All in this instance, though they clashed so immensely, a passion surged up inside of him, burning, threatening to consume him to nothing. The iciness of his skin became less intense with the touch of her skin, coating him in a glow of warmth that only stoked the fire growing inside of him. The soft graze of her tongue against his lips set him off instantly, his desire finally becoming too overwhelming to ignore.

His lips parted and he slid his tongue out to meet hers, gently pressing between her lips, requesting a dance, requesting permission, a sign to move ahead, to keep going forward. But his restraints had fallen, the barrier dissipating. He kissed her passionately, with a care and longing he did not previous know he could hold for anyone. The kiss was electrifying, the taste of her sending his body off the edge, sending waves upon waves of stomach-turning butterflies and streaks through his veins so shocking he could have been struck with lightning and not known the difference. It seared his very being, enveloped him. He tightened his grip on her, but his gentleness did not retreat. He had never felt anything so close to this before, and from that moment on, he knew he only wanted this woman. No one else would ever do. Once he thought he had no soul, but something inside him stirred so very deeply, deeper than anything he had ever known.

The ice crystals that formed in the water around his body melted back into their source as they came across her, but he knew the water would be too much for her body to take. He felt like he was going to burst, and this intensity would only intensify the coolness of him. He broke the kiss, running his lips across her cheek, down to her neck, kissing it softly. Her skin was so soft. . . . Slowly, he pushed them toward the shore, never releasing his hold of her. Using one of his arms, the other holding tightly onto her, and his tail, he came up out of the water to lay her gently down on the grass of the bank. He could not see the glow of the wet grass around them, hear the crickets or the sounds of any other creature. He had eyes only for her if she would be willing to lend herself to them. Arms to either side of her as he hovered, his tail dipping into the water to keep from overheating, he just looked at her.

It was now, in this moment, that her beauty truly took his breath away. He saw no scars, no marring. He thought her beautiful, perfect even. If only he could smile. Taking a deep breathe, he leaned down to her, this time kissing her more lightly than before, gentle and affectionate, not taking or demanding, just soft. His mind swirled with unrecognizable emotions, but all of them lending to an excitement he never wanted to diminish. He wanted her to know he cared. Even if they had only known each other for less than a day, what he felt for her just made him helpless to resist. He did not want to hurt her, and though that fear still lingered, it was repressed far in the recesses of his mind, replaced by the excitement, the affection and care, the wonder and amazement. He kissed her nose, then her forehead, and then retreated once again to kiss her on the lips, before pulling back to look her in the eyes, to try to see into her, to see what it was she wanted, what her desires and wishes were. He wanted to make them come true.

[Saeleen Nortia]

When he kissed her back, her hands –curled like claws- slowly loosened, levelling out to lay across the flat panes of his chest. They were hungry for each other, and Saeleen felt something of an ache as his lips left hers, trailing along her cheek and throat. It only made her want him more, her eyes closed as she arched her back, pressing her chest and stomach against him. She hadn’t really noticed they’d come to shore until her skin brushed the edge of the bank, and she was lifted out. Soft, damp grass pressed and clung to her naked back, bum, and legs as the merman hovered above her. He watched her, his dark and seemingly endless pupils dilated to the maximum. Or did he have only pupils? She couldn’t tell for certain, though as she watched them, the hungering want simmered slowly, cooling until she gave a soft sigh. His lips touched hers, and she tilted her head slightly, allowing him better access and a more comfortable position.

He was so gentle with her. She could hardly imagine that this was the same man who had bashed a creature’s skull in with one punch. All memories of that horrendous encounter had passed, though, replaced by the tingling of hot and cold embracing. A kiss was planted on her nose, and the flicker of a smile twitched the corners of her lips as his face turned upwards. Within moments, his lips pressed to her forehead, and by the time his lips met hers, she was full-out smiling. It was a short kiss, and though she had moved her lips the slightest bit to deepen it, he pulled away. Watching her carefully. Waiting. She could feel him waiting. She could feel everything of him that was hidden behind his solid monotonous face. The racing pleasure, the curious hesitation, the righteous curiosity as they explored each other. He watched her, and she watched him calmly back. Not moving an inch until suddenly her legs slowly lifted, wrapping once again around his waist.

As her ankles hooked together gently, her legs pulled him down closer to her, easing his arms to relax until she was supporting most, if not all, of his torso weight. The position felt more vulnerable to her, yet at the same time, this vulnerability was welcome. A sweet pang ran through her body, settling in places she’d never really taken notice to in this body, let alone explore. Heat flooded through her, colouring her cheeks with a deep red blush once again. If she were truly human, she would have been long dead by now through fever alone. His chill levelled out the heat, though only moderately. A wind blew through the trees, ruffling the long grasses and her wet hair. Goose bumps rose up along her skin, reacting with the comparatively cold breeze. The two small bumps on her breast enlarged slightly, poking up through her skin. She glanced down at them curiously, wondering what their function was on this human body. Certainly, she had nothing like this on her natural form, and human females tended more to wear clothing over their breasts. They were curiosities, to be certain. Her hand slid up her torso, and soon her fingers were gently touching the small bumps. A spike of pleasure shot down her spine, and she withdrew her hand as though it’d been shocked. The corners of her lips twitched the slightest bit; in frown or smile, it was uncertain.

Returning her attention to the merman, she smiled, leaning up and wrapping an arm around the back of his neck as she pulled him down slightly. For a moment, it was only her warm breath that kissed his lips, and then she closed the distance between them. Her lips parted, and the heat through her body flared sharply. As the kiss deepened and grew, her arm slipped from him. At first it remained useless, draped across her stomach. However, as her lips pressed more and more hungrily against his, she found that, ever so slowly, she was moving to a move upright position. Her stomach muscles tensed, holding her up, until her arm slid behind her, hand resting by her bum to hold her up. The other joined, and she arched her back, moulding herself against him. Their bodies complemented each other, even while they contradicted.

Her body shifted as her arms slowly moved out from behind her, moving forward until they touched his hands. Without the support of her arms, Saeleen slowly began sinking back again, even as her muscles fought to keep her moderately up. Her thumb found its way into the palm of his hand, caressing it slowly as her other hand worked on its twin. Their lips came apart as her back hit the ground again. There was a pause, and then she moved his hands towards her stomach. One was placed flat against the slightly marred skin, the other moving up to her soft bewbies. A soft noise was made in the back of her throat, encouraging, feral, and wanting. A tingle ran through her body, and she shivered slightly before leaning forward and kissing him. Cold warred against her skin, both him and the night air. She frowned slightly mid-kiss, a roar beside them, erupting air into a fire. While it lacked in light, the heat that radiated from it was strong enough to warm her, despite its relative distance.

[Amarnath]

As she wrapped her legs around his waist, and his lower body pressed down against hers, the aching desire that filled him threatened to take over, to steal away his mind from the present and give in to the dark temptations of his heart. Having her be so openly vulnerable to him, and so willingly, made his chest tighten and his arms softly quiver. Gently he pushed himself more firmly up between her legs, and he was beginning to think there was no way now in which he could resist her, no way he could flee from this. The heat she gave off seemed to seep through his cold skin and warm his freezing veins. The hot wave of sensations that shot up through him made him feel slightly disoriented and weak, but his muscles tightened and his dark tail flickered from beneath the water, sending a whole new rush of chills to fight against the heat.

When she cast her eyes downward, he followed her gaze, and could he have expressed his reaction, he would have smirked. She seemed so curious about them, as if she had never understood them before. Watching her bring a hand up to touch the little raised bumps, he felt an overwhelming desire to show her, in one way, just how they could be used. He wanted her to accept his exploration of her, to accept his dominance now, to trust him entirely. He would let nothing harm her so long as she was with him, and he wanted to take care of her, and to give her pleasure like she had never experienced it before. Pulling his head down toward hers, letting her breath dance so teasingly on his lips, he could have sworn he was about to be sent over the edge, with no way to return to that place in which they started.

Those few seconds seemed to last forever, until she finally closed the gap between them, and his lips met hers gently, politely, asking for more but not yet taking. He ran his tongue across his lips and grazed his upper teeth against her lower lip. As soon as her lips parted, allowing him access, his tongue darted forward, hungry to taste her and eagerly searching to run his tongue over hers. His hand reached up to the back of her neck, his other to the small of her back as she came forward. This new position she had placed herself in, molding her body to his, it caused him to begin letting go of himself, gasping a little against her lips at the intensity of their contradicting temperatures, the wet heat between her legs beginning to grow. His chest heaved with the deepness of his breaths, his heart pounding, hammering against the walls.

Something seemed to calm to passion, though, turning it into something much sweeter. Feeling her hands take his own and softly caress them with her thumbs, it made him want to smile, and for once, not in any sort of disgusting manner. He refrained from a slight sigh when their lips parted and her body retreated back to the ground. He was slightly shocked when she moved his hands up to her stomach of her own accord. It made him wonder even more now just what she was thinking. More than anything, he wanted to know her thoughts, and what she felt. Was it pleasure or pain? Uncertainty? Desire? What of him could possibly be desirable to anyone? He set that question in his head aside as she leaned forward to kiss him again. The roar of fire did nothing to faze him, despite his body tensing in initial slight discomfort.

His thumb caressed the marred skin, still finding it soft, and in his mind, no such mark could ever mar her beauty. He allowed her to lie back down, not breaking from their kiss. As his lower body pushed against hers again, he deepened the kiss, his chest hovering a few inches above hers. He kissed her hungrily, passionately, desire embracing every fiber of his being. While one hand stayed on her stomach, only moving slightly to the side, his other hand slowly came up over her breast, the palm of his hand moving in circles above it, only touching the little bump that had risen there. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips over her cheek to her ear. Gently, he bit it, letting his teeth graze over her earlobe, and his tongue flickered out of his mouth, its stark wet chill passing tantalizingly over the edge of her ear, to her earlobe, and then to her neck just below her ear as he finally let his hand come down and fully grasp her.

((Sorry it's not the best. XD))

[Saeleen Nortia]

It was all so new, so alien, so strange, and yet... so familiar. Perhaps familiar wasn't the word... Right. It felt so right. So right, yet so terrifying at the same time. She didn't much have an idea of what she was doing, she simply allowed her body to speak while her mind observed. A light gasp escaped her as he grasped her, and for a moment, the world went dark as her eyes closed. Without vision, it was alight with sounds, touch, and smell. She could feel the cold battling against her heat, could feel the sweat and water droplets slowly evaporating into a light steam. The soft, warmed grass beneath her stark body. His own body, hardened with muscles trained from swimming under water. Around them, crickets chirpped, enticing their own mating rituals. A loan frog croaked near by, and the stream trickled lightly, sending shivers down her spine.

Opening her eyes, she took him in. His scarred, yet otherwise smooth face. The slight twitch at the corner of his lips. His dark, endless eyes engulphing her in suffocating bliss. He had the slight taste of salt in his mouth, something she noticed the moment their lips had initially touched. Now the salty taste danced across her tongue as she kissed him again, submitting herself completely to him. Her body yeilded to his, unfolding and embracing him as he took controll. Their eyes connected, and suddenly she was enthralled completely as he moved gently against her. Thought was virtually obliterated, and her world became a simple, yet somehow fuller, one revolving around her senses. Blinking, she leaned up, pressing her lips to his softly, eyes fluttering closed in curiosity. The feeling was a strange one, and she had a feeling it wasn't the same feeling nature had intended. This was something... more, and she knew instinctively that it was somehow related to his reflected emotions.

They were joined in the most complete way two people could be. Mind, body, and she dared to even believe, soul. She felt as though she were being pulled towards him, like someone tugging on a numb stitch, and the tugging was gradually becoming stronger and stronger. His emotions, and she believed thoughts, poured into her, melding until they were as one creature. The world erupted into two, seperate sensations of texture, feel, emotion, taste, smell, sight; distinct, yet blended like objects in the distance. Saeleen was an open slate, an endless ocean, sucking it all in, experiencing it in the bliss of the moment. Jabs of pleasure rocked from him to her, flowing almost as instantly as he, himself felt them. She could feel it coming to an end, building and rising to create an unbreakable bond. The connection they shared wavered from the intensity alone, growing in strength as their bodies came to a high crescendo.

Her fingertips touched his chest, tongue brushing hungrily against his as her breath came heavy and deep, preparing her for the burst that was to come. Their muscles tensed as one, and Saeleen sucked in a sudden breath as her arms clenched around him, holding onto him as though the sheer pleasure were going to blow her away. A soft sound escaped her when their lips parted as their bodies slowly began to soften and fall. Like a teased wound, the strange connection between them throbbed slightly, though pleasently. She lived his every breath and heart beat, just as she knew he was living hers.

How long was this to last? It was a passing thought that lacked true words. Trying to calm her breath, Saeleen rested her head against the merman's shoulder, and felt as her skin touches his. The moment had came and went faster than she had thought it would, and yet, she had a feeling it wasn't quite done. It wasn't disappointment she felt towards this, merely a light regret, and anticipation to see what would come next. Would their connection seperate the moment their bodies would, or would it remain? Questions she wanted to be desperately answered, yet, at the same time, she procrastinated to find. She didn't want it to end, and her arms wrapped around him tightly, holding their bodies together in a world that threatened to rip them apart.

[Amarnath]

It pleased him to hear her gasp from his touch, and as his hand remained there, gently massaging, enticing, he continued to flick his tongue over the rim of her ear and softly suck on her earlobe. The warmth of her flesh created a tingling sensation that swarmed across the surface of his entire body, as if flames were alighting him, and his body fought back vigorously despite the strain and throbbing sensations that were overcoming him. His breathing was slightly ragged now with anxious anticipation, as he trailed his lips over her cheek back to her lips, thrusting his tongue between them, reaching it across her own as far as he could reach, then wrapping itself around its partner.

Then she gave herself to him, yielding her body to his control. Pulling back enough to stare into her eyes, he tried to be reassuring. He placed his hand against her back when she leaned up, holding her up, his muscles tensing, their strength refusing to release her once more to the ground. Pulling her against him, he kissed her lips firmly, and as he brought himself into her, claiming her, he let out a breath of relief and ecstasy. The heat that then consumed him fought to destroy him, and his body, while crying out to make it stop, also shouted to maintain the link, to embrace the fire inside of her. This latter feeling was the strongest. He could not release her now. His tail flickered out of the cool water, splashing it across his back to cool him.

He could no longer control his thoughts, his emotions. They poured out of him like water, and for only a split second, just a second, he was afraid he might drown her in them. He did not deny his longing for her, and he allowed himself to freely show it to her in his actions. Holding her firmly, taking her as his own, uniting their bodies into one being, one being of single thought and single feeling, he quivered to think she had been willing to give herself to him. Her submission only made him crave her even more. The intensity of it all, the clash of flesh, of battling sensations of hot and cold, the feverish feelings that arose, nearly caused him not to notice the heightening tenseness of their bodies.

Listening to her breathing now, as their tongues danced again, his heart was sent into a raging frenzy, beating madly within his chest. His mind went blank for an instant as pleasure coursed through him, a pleasure so deep he felt himself caught off-guard, unfamiliar with this severity of feeling. It was all her, all of it. He could not explain it, nor could he even begin to describe it. She did something to him, something he found himself grateful for. His body tensed a final, lengthened moment, and then there was only this peacefulness that surrounded them. His chest rose and fell as his breaths came in heavy gasps. Somehow, the creature’s black eyes held a livened light, a spark of something that had been so foreign to him for so long.

As he held her there against him, their bodies intertwined with one another, he began to feel a sense of regret, but not exactly for this. No, a regret for an end. And then an uncertainty of some kind. It took him a moment to realize that these feelings were not his own, and when he did realize this, he held her tighter, reveling in the feeling of her arms around him. The passionate yearning for her did not end with the fall but instead lingered, prolonged, even made permanent, by the understanding of her own feelings. Suddenly he was no longer alone, and suddenly, he did not want to be alone. He wanted her. She was all that could fill his mind. That moment had passed by so quickly, and yet he felt he would be so willing and ready to do it again and again, so long as he was with her.

The devotion he felt toward her now, this loyalty, part of him knew what it was, and part of him was confused, maybe afraid, but curious. He twisted around to lie his back against the now almost scorched earth, the heat radiating on his previously freezing back, shocking him slightly. He did not break their connection; rather, he held her against him as he moved, allowing her to rest on top of him. One of his hands went to her shoulder, gently rubbing it in a comforting manner, while the other ran its fingers through her wet hair. He kissed her forehead, and there he lingered for a moment, eyes closed as he enjoyed her presence, the feeling of her with him, here and now. He would give anything in the world to keep her forever with him.

[Saeleen Nortia]

Her breath turned to mist against the frigid chill radiating from his skin. Wherever their bodies clashed a steam emitted, wavering in the air, and holding to her a warmth. Her skin prickled in goosebumps now that the intense heat of the moment was fading. She longed for one of those thick, silken covers to curl up into, to have the merman wrap his arms around her, and for the two to fall into a peaceful, warm, sleep. An energy tingled through every fibre of her being, and yet she was exhausted beyond belief. Above all, though, was this intense feeling of togetherness, as though she'd finally found what her soul had lacked... had been missing.

She was reminded of a story... a story from the ancient greeks, and finally... finally she understood the meaning. As the merman rolled onto his back, pulling her onto him, she rested her head on his chest, staring off into the darkness while trying to call the words of the story to mind. Slowly, they began to trickle to her, and she closed her eyes, allowing the words to seek purchase on her lips. "Once, a long, long time ago all people had four legs and arms. Each had two heads and was either male, female, or both. Mankind was so full of pride that they believed they could rule the heavens far better than the gods. Zeus was so enraged at the rebellion that he threw down thunderbolts and split everyone in two. Now everyone had only two legs, two arms, and one head. The sexes were likewise split and all the females and males stayed the same, but the ones that were both, were separated into one of each.

"Of all the gods on Mt. Olympus, there was one goddess who decided to interfere with Zeus' plan. Aphrodite, having seen the sorrow and depression that plagued mankind after they were separated, linked their halved souls to each other. Thus, she made them yearn for something beyond themselves." Gabrielle sighed at the thought. It seemed like a lifetime ago when she’d been living in Poteidaia, craving adventure and a life beyond the boundaries of her village.

"The King of the Gods was furious when he saw what his daughter had done and he decided to punish mankind further by placing each half far away from other and removing all memory of them. We became truly one soul split into two halves. Fractured and incomplete, longing for the lives we no longer remembered.

"Many people died when this happened, for they didn't understand why they felt damaged. Some died quietly in their beds, having wasted away. Others refused to live on and destroyed themselves in more violent ways. Most went on with life. Some found love in a different form and had children. Others lived alone, content with surviving any way they could. No one was completely happy though, for each felt they were missing some essential element in their life, but they couldn't comprehend what it was. Dreams can only survive so long when uncertainty and despair eats away at a soul..." Her voice broke with the words, eyes squinting as she remembered the raw feeling of lonliness she had experienced earlier. There was more to the story... though it eluded her...

Opening her eyes, Saeleen looked upon the merman, something twinkling in the look that she dared believe as love. As she leaned up to kiss him, his now limp member slid from her. The connection between them flared slightly at the sudden difference, though as her lips touched his, she could still feel it there. She could still feel her own lips touching his, from his point of view. Could still feel his inner reactions to her own feelings and thoughts. If anything, the small seperation of their bodies strengthened their bond, and it caused her to gasp slightly. It felt as though her very soul were being torn, ripped, lengthened, and moulded to compensate for the seperation of their bodies. It linked them together more intimately than mating ever could.

Her eyes softened as she looked down at his scarred face, and she gently kissed his nose, then upper lip, lips, slowly and gradually working her way down to his neck where her teeth gently nipped him. She enjoyed the thrill it sent, feeling her own teeth against his skin. Smiling, her lips met his again in a deep, blissful kiss.

((Credits for the words of the story are going to have to go to Silk. Click on the name for the rest of the story. It's one of my personal favourites.
And finally posted after so long. Sorry! >.< Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!))