Challenge #10: Tropical Paradise
Title: Sand, Salt, Sea
Word Count:1,721
Rating:R
Original/Fandom:Original
Pairings (if any): Marcelaine/Mermaid
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): Some sex
Summary: Marcelaine rescues a woman that she finds half drowned in the waves only to find her be nothing like what she expected.
There was something that always drew Marcelaine back to the sea. She loved as the way that the salt in the air seemed tangible, like she could just extend her tongue and taste the flakes. Maybe it was because she had never been to the sea before she was 21. (Growing up in the middle of Kansas to some poor farmers did that to you.) Whatever the case may be, she eagerly dug her toes into the sand and ran towards the ocean each time she was near it. She would sing and dance in the waves, enjoying feeling like one with nature. It made being stuck on this island much more bearable when she could commune with nature.
Normally there was nothing there but water, the moon and the sharp cut of the shells to join her. However today was different. Today something very solid brushed against her legs, making her stop. Shark, her first instinct said, but no pain of a bite came along. She looked down and saw something very pale bobbing against her dark legs in the waist-deep water. It almost looked like-
A body!
Her green eyes went wide as she fully processed what was before her and she plunged under the water and lifted the poor soul out. Years of weightlifting had made this an easy task, the person felt no lighter than a baby bird when she picked them up. It was a woman, a beautiful green haired woman with lips that glittered like rubies, naked in the surf. A wound on her head bled a little and her skin felt icy cold.
“Help!” Marcelaine cried out, hoping that anyone would hear her, but at this hour there was no one on the beach but her. She lay the woman on the sand, covering her with a towel to try and warm her up. First she looked at the head wound and it appeared like it had already stopped bleeding, thankfully. Given how jagged it was, it likely came from hitting her head on the rocks as she was swimming. There was a good chance she was dead, but there was no way that Marcelaine was going to let her go without a fight.
Going through the familiar motions of CPR, the EMT breathed into the woman’s mouth and pushed on her chest. Sand and sweat met with panic as she desperately hoped to bring life back to this stranger. Oh the woman felt so cold, surely there was no way that she could be brought back, but after four cycles the woman’s eyes opened and she began sputtering for air.
“Easy now, you have taken quite a blow to the head.” Marcelaine gently said, pressing the woman down so she wouldn’t just sit up. “Just take a few breaths, how do you feel?”
The woman, her eyes looking golden in the dim light, blinked a few times. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but it almost seemed like she had a second eyelid that flickered over her eye before he flesh membrane did so. It was unusual, but there were humans out there with all sorts of strange conditions. “I am fine.” She spoke with her voice a deep, sultry alto that sounded like the old lounge singers.
“What is the last thing you remember?” The Morrocan-French woman asked her, gently helping her to sit up after running through diagnostics to make sure nothing was broken.
“I remember a song. A wonderful song that called to me from the waves.” The woman’s face looked dreamily out over the silver encrusted waves with a placid smile.
“A song called you from the waves?” Marcelaine looked puzzled. She had been singing, but the phrase “called from the waves” threw her for a loop. She knew the tales of mermaids, but there was no way she had just found one, right?
“Yes. Was it you who was singing?” The woman turned her gaze towards the other woman with a questioning tilt of her head.
“I was, but can we go back a second? What did you mean was called from the waves?” the raven haired woman incredulously asked.
“I live there,” the pale woman said, motioning broadly to the ocean, “I will have very little time before they call me again. Please let me hear you sing, up close.”
“Uh, wouldn’t you rather go to the hospital?”
“Hospital?” the woman looked confused at the very notion.
“Yeah, for your head.” She pointed to the spot on her own head that would be a parallel to the other woman.
“Oh!” As if she had forgotten, the other woman raised a hand to her head and nodded as if she was making a note of it. When she next opened up her mouth a deep song came out that made Marcelaine feel hopeful. The wound on her head glowed blue and sealed itself up.
The human’s jaw dropped open in shock. Well, there was no getting around it. She was either dreaming or that was some straight-up magical mermaid in front of her.
“Please, I wish to hear you sing. Little time.” The mermaid beckoned, moving close enough that her shoulder touched Marcelaine’s.
After a few second wracking her brain for a song, Marcelaine finally found one. It was a long, low bluesy song - the kind those lounge singers would sing. It was about love and though she was sure the mermaid would think it too simple it was all she could think of at the time. She closed her eyes so she didn’t have to look at the strange, supernatural sight in front of her and just let herself feel the music.
A laugh like a peal of bells met her ears. “Beautiful!” The mermaid threw her arms around Marcelaine’s neck, laughing and repeating, “Beautiful!”
Marcelaine’s eyes opened, “Glad you think so.”
“You are just so-“ the mermaid looked frustrated at not being able to find the right word and placed her lips on Marcelaine’s cheek. “Understand?” She asked.
“I think so.” The other woman smirked, “You may need to tell me again and slower though.”
Though language eluded her, she understood what that meant. “Like this?” Her ruby lips softly kissed Marcelaine’s brown cheek and then made their way over to her lips. They were colder than a typical lip, but they tasted like sea salt and some sweet fruit that was completely unheard of on the surface world.
Marcelaine’s curls bounced as she nodded, “Yeah, like that, but also like this.” She kissed the woman, letting her tongue explore the mouth filled with pointed teeth carefully. It had been so long since she had known the contact of another that she was only too eager to take all that the mermaid was willing to give to her.
After that there were no more words needed between them. The mermaid’s hands worked underneath Marcelaine’s top, massaging her brown nipples until she felt them harden underneath her grasp. Her fingers wound their way through the mermaid’s hair, pressing her close until the mermaid pressed her into the sand, tearing off her top in the process. The pale woman’s mouth sucked on her breasts as she tugged down the bottoms of her swimsuit and worked her fingers there before letting her mouth follow. For being unaware of how to speak proper French, the mermaid certainly did know the human woman’s body well. It was only a matter a time before she was moaning under her grasp, cursing and enjoying every minute of it.
With one webbed hand the mermaid guided Marcelaine’s fingers between her legs as she rose up to kiss the woman’s neck. Everything felt so human that if it wasn’t for the cool touch of the skin, she would have sworn she was with a human woman. That is until she reached between the mermaid’s legs and felt a hard , fleshy shaft growing between her folds.
“Eggs. Now.” The woman said and Marcelaine nodded, gratefully accepting as the strange flesh was thrust inside of her. It was weird, sure, but she could roll with weird and it wasn’t like she was particularly concerned that unfertilized mermaid eggs would impregnate her. It was no different than a strap-on really.
If you had asked her how she would have ended her day, in no way would she have ever said getting thrust by a mermaid’s ovipositor, but there she was kissing the woman and writhing in the sand. Hot lust boiled up inside of her until it all spilled over and she felt her body shaking with their combined efforts. The mermaid followed in close suit, gasping and crying out in a language she could not understand but the shudders of her body felt the same as she finished.
They lay there for a moment, gasping and rolling in the aftermath. Language failed them both. The mermaid pulled herself up and looked out at the sea. “Little time.” She said sadly, beginning to scramble her way towards the ocean as the sky began to lighten.
“Wait!” cried Marcelaine, grabbing ahold of her hand, “What’s your name? How will I find you again?”
The mermaid pointed at her chest, “Murena.” She smiled, pointing to the waves, “Find me. Sing to me.” With that said she gently pried the other woman’s arm from her and dove into the waves as the sun broke the horizon. She was gone like a dream at morning’s light.
Marcelaine was left confused, pleased and a little heartbroken on the beach. There was no reason she should have been heartbroken, they had barely known one another. If it wasn’t for the fact that she could still trace the small cuts of the woman’s teeth on her still naked body, she would have assumed that she dreamed the whole thing. Why her of all the people in beaches? With a soft groan she rolled herself in her towel and grabbed her swim suit off the sand. Going to the water, she washed the traces of sand and sweat off of her. Guess she would just have to sing at night til she could find Murena and ask her. Maybe if she was lucky she could get a repeat performance. Til then she had the salt, sea, and the sand to keep her company.
Word Count:1,721
Rating:R
Original/Fandom:Original
Pairings (if any): Marcelaine/Mermaid
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): Some sex
Summary: Marcelaine rescues a woman that she finds half drowned in the waves only to find her be nothing like what she expected.
There was something that always drew Marcelaine back to the sea. She loved as the way that the salt in the air seemed tangible, like she could just extend her tongue and taste the flakes. Maybe it was because she had never been to the sea before she was 21. (Growing up in the middle of Kansas to some poor farmers did that to you.) Whatever the case may be, she eagerly dug her toes into the sand and ran towards the ocean each time she was near it. She would sing and dance in the waves, enjoying feeling like one with nature. It made being stuck on this island much more bearable when she could commune with nature.
Normally there was nothing there but water, the moon and the sharp cut of the shells to join her. However today was different. Today something very solid brushed against her legs, making her stop. Shark, her first instinct said, but no pain of a bite came along. She looked down and saw something very pale bobbing against her dark legs in the waist-deep water. It almost looked like-
A body!
Her green eyes went wide as she fully processed what was before her and she plunged under the water and lifted the poor soul out. Years of weightlifting had made this an easy task, the person felt no lighter than a baby bird when she picked them up. It was a woman, a beautiful green haired woman with lips that glittered like rubies, naked in the surf. A wound on her head bled a little and her skin felt icy cold.
“Help!” Marcelaine cried out, hoping that anyone would hear her, but at this hour there was no one on the beach but her. She lay the woman on the sand, covering her with a towel to try and warm her up. First she looked at the head wound and it appeared like it had already stopped bleeding, thankfully. Given how jagged it was, it likely came from hitting her head on the rocks as she was swimming. There was a good chance she was dead, but there was no way that Marcelaine was going to let her go without a fight.
Going through the familiar motions of CPR, the EMT breathed into the woman’s mouth and pushed on her chest. Sand and sweat met with panic as she desperately hoped to bring life back to this stranger. Oh the woman felt so cold, surely there was no way that she could be brought back, but after four cycles the woman’s eyes opened and she began sputtering for air.
“Easy now, you have taken quite a blow to the head.” Marcelaine gently said, pressing the woman down so she wouldn’t just sit up. “Just take a few breaths, how do you feel?”
The woman, her eyes looking golden in the dim light, blinked a few times. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but it almost seemed like she had a second eyelid that flickered over her eye before he flesh membrane did so. It was unusual, but there were humans out there with all sorts of strange conditions. “I am fine.” She spoke with her voice a deep, sultry alto that sounded like the old lounge singers.
“What is the last thing you remember?” The Morrocan-French woman asked her, gently helping her to sit up after running through diagnostics to make sure nothing was broken.
“I remember a song. A wonderful song that called to me from the waves.” The woman’s face looked dreamily out over the silver encrusted waves with a placid smile.
“A song called you from the waves?” Marcelaine looked puzzled. She had been singing, but the phrase “called from the waves” threw her for a loop. She knew the tales of mermaids, but there was no way she had just found one, right?
“Yes. Was it you who was singing?” The woman turned her gaze towards the other woman with a questioning tilt of her head.
“I was, but can we go back a second? What did you mean was called from the waves?” the raven haired woman incredulously asked.
“I live there,” the pale woman said, motioning broadly to the ocean, “I will have very little time before they call me again. Please let me hear you sing, up close.”
“Uh, wouldn’t you rather go to the hospital?”
“Hospital?” the woman looked confused at the very notion.
“Yeah, for your head.” She pointed to the spot on her own head that would be a parallel to the other woman.
“Oh!” As if she had forgotten, the other woman raised a hand to her head and nodded as if she was making a note of it. When she next opened up her mouth a deep song came out that made Marcelaine feel hopeful. The wound on her head glowed blue and sealed itself up.
The human’s jaw dropped open in shock. Well, there was no getting around it. She was either dreaming or that was some straight-up magical mermaid in front of her.
“Please, I wish to hear you sing. Little time.” The mermaid beckoned, moving close enough that her shoulder touched Marcelaine’s.
After a few second wracking her brain for a song, Marcelaine finally found one. It was a long, low bluesy song - the kind those lounge singers would sing. It was about love and though she was sure the mermaid would think it too simple it was all she could think of at the time. She closed her eyes so she didn’t have to look at the strange, supernatural sight in front of her and just let herself feel the music.
A laugh like a peal of bells met her ears. “Beautiful!” The mermaid threw her arms around Marcelaine’s neck, laughing and repeating, “Beautiful!”
Marcelaine’s eyes opened, “Glad you think so.”
“You are just so-“ the mermaid looked frustrated at not being able to find the right word and placed her lips on Marcelaine’s cheek. “Understand?” She asked.
“I think so.” The other woman smirked, “You may need to tell me again and slower though.”
Though language eluded her, she understood what that meant. “Like this?” Her ruby lips softly kissed Marcelaine’s brown cheek and then made their way over to her lips. They were colder than a typical lip, but they tasted like sea salt and some sweet fruit that was completely unheard of on the surface world.
Marcelaine’s curls bounced as she nodded, “Yeah, like that, but also like this.” She kissed the woman, letting her tongue explore the mouth filled with pointed teeth carefully. It had been so long since she had known the contact of another that she was only too eager to take all that the mermaid was willing to give to her.
After that there were no more words needed between them. The mermaid’s hands worked underneath Marcelaine’s top, massaging her brown nipples until she felt them harden underneath her grasp. Her fingers wound their way through the mermaid’s hair, pressing her close until the mermaid pressed her into the sand, tearing off her top in the process. The pale woman’s mouth sucked on her breasts as she tugged down the bottoms of her swimsuit and worked her fingers there before letting her mouth follow. For being unaware of how to speak proper French, the mermaid certainly did know the human woman’s body well. It was only a matter a time before she was moaning under her grasp, cursing and enjoying every minute of it.
With one webbed hand the mermaid guided Marcelaine’s fingers between her legs as she rose up to kiss the woman’s neck. Everything felt so human that if it wasn’t for the cool touch of the skin, she would have sworn she was with a human woman. That is until she reached between the mermaid’s legs and felt a hard , fleshy shaft growing between her folds.
“Eggs. Now.” The woman said and Marcelaine nodded, gratefully accepting as the strange flesh was thrust inside of her. It was weird, sure, but she could roll with weird and it wasn’t like she was particularly concerned that unfertilized mermaid eggs would impregnate her. It was no different than a strap-on really.
If you had asked her how she would have ended her day, in no way would she have ever said getting thrust by a mermaid’s ovipositor, but there she was kissing the woman and writhing in the sand. Hot lust boiled up inside of her until it all spilled over and she felt her body shaking with their combined efforts. The mermaid followed in close suit, gasping and crying out in a language she could not understand but the shudders of her body felt the same as she finished.
They lay there for a moment, gasping and rolling in the aftermath. Language failed them both. The mermaid pulled herself up and looked out at the sea. “Little time.” She said sadly, beginning to scramble her way towards the ocean as the sky began to lighten.
“Wait!” cried Marcelaine, grabbing ahold of her hand, “What’s your name? How will I find you again?”
The mermaid pointed at her chest, “Murena.” She smiled, pointing to the waves, “Find me. Sing to me.” With that said she gently pried the other woman’s arm from her and dove into the waves as the sun broke the horizon. She was gone like a dream at morning’s light.
Marcelaine was left confused, pleased and a little heartbroken on the beach. There was no reason she should have been heartbroken, they had barely known one another. If it wasn’t for the fact that she could still trace the small cuts of the woman’s teeth on her still naked body, she would have assumed that she dreamed the whole thing. Why her of all the people in beaches? With a soft groan she rolled herself in her towel and grabbed her swim suit off the sand. Going to the water, she washed the traces of sand and sweat off of her. Guess she would just have to sing at night til she could find Murena and ask her. Maybe if she was lucky she could get a repeat performance. Til then she had the salt, sea, and the sand to keep her company.