Chada
This really was crazy. Here I am again. Getting up to go to a young man who had tried to kill me the other day. Am I crazy? I'm turning into those characters that wouldn't survive horror movies. I am starting to sympathize with sailors of old times if this is what they encountered.
Belugas? Ha. Thailand doesn't even have those. There is no mistaking one of those creatures for something this ethereal.
I am not sure why I even agreed. Of course this brings me many benefits but nothing as valuable as my own life. There was something about him though. Beyond that seductive exterior. Beyond the beauty he possesses.
The dreams I had last night scare me. No one was enchanting me then. No sound entering my ears either. Yet, he was still there. I would dismiss it if it was just the usual types of dirty dreams. This one, however, was soft. With images of us laughing by the beach in twilight by a fire. To me, it felt like I had gotten to know him more than myself. To a version of him that's softer.
I shook my head of the thought and grabbed some orange juice from the fridge, then looked out toward the sea from the windows in the living room. I saw his friend was already on shore, looking as if he was practicing something as I walked out.
I scanned the shoreline not seeing him. Why was I even anticipating him so? I do not believe in love at first sight. That is merely something that people feeling attraction have.
You cannot love someone you do not know. I for one, do not intend to get to know him much either.
After a bit I saw him swim to the shallows. I wondered to myself how such creatures survive in these waters without being wiped out or spotted. Certainly someone like him is eye catching. Maybe those that had met fates worse than mine the other day. I sighed in relief; at least the danger lives down there and not in my house.
I walked towards him. He was looking up at me with a pleasant smile, maybe a bit too cheery of one. I felt that I should be careful not to fall for his antics again as I cautiously waded into the water. He turned to glance past me where Abyss had walked away.
He beckoned me closer, so I sat down in the water and leaned back, letting my hair fall back slightly. Sarit inched closer on his belly, glancing again at the beach to ensure no one was in sight of his tail or fins.
I looked closer at him now. I had not seen his appearance in full till now. I realized he looked less human upon closer inspection.
His skin was covered in this pearlescent blue; his skin, though pretty, reminded me of the thicker sort whales possess. "Not a fish indeed," I thought.
His ears weren't human; in fact it seemed he had no ears right now, his hair instead weaving around his head in their place. I had seen him with ears before. I did not realize that he normally does not have them. However, he did not look the slightest bit weird without them. I looked at his body searching for a blow hole or gills like a fish. On him, I saw neither.
It seems his body is nothing entirely based on the nature I'm familiar with. There are no biology classes in school for Sirens.
"Your tail is pretty," I remarked, looking at his blue and white tail and noting it did not have scales like I expected. It looked smooth and wavy with a slight pattern to it. I wanted to touch it, but I realized that may be incredibly impolite, so I refrained.
It was a deeper hue, something entirely unfamiliar to eyes like mine.
He looked at me quietly for a moment before slowly I saw him ripple his pattern, turning partly invisible. Not really invisible, really, as when I looked closer I could still make out his shape; he'd just mimicked the colors of the sand and sun in the rippling water.
"Whoa! How did you do that!" I exclaimed. "That looked like an octopus!"
He looked at me a bit amused. "I'm not an octopus, but octopuses aren't the only creatures that possess the ability to change colors. Plus we trade knowledge with beings like Abyss," he said, confiding more than I expected.
"Does that mean Abyss is an octopus?" I asked him. He merely smirked back, saying, "something like that."
Both of us felt slightly awkward. It was silent for a brief moment. Abyss's voice called out, "would you guys hurry up, we need to get going!"
We looked at each other a bit shyly, my breath hitching as I looked into his gorgeous big eyes. He had no whites of his eyes, nor much of a pupil I could see. He had these big dark watery eyes that encompassed it completely. Some people would perhaps think it looks eerie or creepy. To me, it was breathtaking and enchanting. So much intelligence.
Agreeing to do this was one thing. Actually doing it? That's another. I know I inexplicably want to get to know him more despite even my better judgment. I know I mustn't listen to these thoughts. It's just the effect of his powers or species.
He inched closer to me, my breath hitching more. I leaned away, blushing. He tilted his head, "we don't have all day," his tone not harsh but teasing.
I looked back at him. I wanted to grab him and pull him closer. I looked down at his lips. They looked so round and so soft. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair and never let go.
"Get a grip," I thought to myself. I must control myself. He's driving me insane. Before I could even think what to do with these feelings, he reached out grabbing the back of my head and pulling me into a deep kiss.
It was so fast. In a flurry I found myself leaning into him more. I towered over his body, still on his stomach below me. I trailed from his lips, rubbing his nose, then left his lips and trailed down his neck. My body now heaving heavy breaths. I could feel my skin on fire. I wanted him. It wasn't enough.
I went back, deepening the kiss. He tasted better than anything in the sea; today he had some flirty flavor I couldn't even name if I tried.
I was no deprived man of women stuck at sea for endless nights, so why is it I craved him so.
Sarit in response nibbled on my lip not yet healed. It did not hurt. It felt so good. He opened his eyes, making eye contact with me as he did it, staring me down with those seductive eyes.
I started to smirk a bit, noticing I was not the only one swept away with this feeling. He acts so high and mighty as if I am disgusting to a god such as him, but I can see he craves me just the same.
I felt him melt under my touch as I cupped his chin in my palm, pulling him closer. I wanted to feel him pressed up against me. His chest rubbed a part of my upper leg from the proximity.
I trailed down his neck, stopping just midway to lick off the salt from the water and kiss him passionately.
A sound escaped his lips in response, like he was trying to fight a war to not enjoy this, to collect himself. My desire deepened and my thoughts drifted away. I wasn't sure if it had been a minute or ten hours. I looked over at his form, seeing he had not yet started to change forms.
Abyss had told me the other day that normally it requires more than just a kiss, that maybe it had been because Sarit had never done this before, which is why he transformed the first time. He likened it to alcohol tolerance. This made sense to me.
I was not complaining and neither was he right now. He turned his head, kissing my chin in the corners of my jawline. I felt like I was losing my mind. I had never done anything like this with a man before. It is not as if I was opposed to it, but this was all so new.
I found myself rubbing the corner of his collarbones with my nose and mouth.
Trailing back to where his neck meets his shoulder, I bit in the crook of it. At first I bit lightly. When he let out a breath that sounded like he enjoyed it, I looked at his face from the corners of my eyes while I bit down hard, this time drawing a bit of blood.
He gasped, closing his eyes but making no move to stop me. I felt him move his arms again, pulling me closer and pushing my face toward his neck more as if urging me to continue.
He started to sputter a few cusses. I smirked, enjoying watching him react to me.
I could do this every day happily. He started trying to cuss me out and insult me, so I smirked and let go of his neck briefly before returning to his lips to silence him. He did not object to that either. I pecked him, then looked at him with a gleam in my eyes and turned back to his neck, biting it yet again.
"Mmm," he hissed through his teeth. What I would give to shut his mouth up, make him lose it so badly until he has no words left to sputter. Now he started to change forms quite quickly, so he pushed me away panting.
I felt my desire pounding at my chest. It was far from enough. I was feeling like a starved man, my breath heaving in my lungs.
"Enough now," he said, clambering up, again wearing no clothes. I handed him my jacket so he'd be covered till he reached where I left some clothes in my bag, but he brushed my hand away. As he walked away briskly I could still see his red cheeks and now red human ears. My eyes trailed to those deep marks on his neck. I smirked, satisfied, looking up.
Before then getting up to head after him.