Message-ID: <25598asstr$965049004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Emton" X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V4.72.3110.3 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 06:39:48 MET DST Subject: {ASSM} Farseer 1 - The shark that wasn't {Emton} (MF con) Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 09:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar ****************************************************** This is my very first erotic story and I'd love any kind of feedback on it. It is the first story in the tale of Rayne Farseer and I am in the process of writing the second. If you have any comments, please email me at god@fulu.dhs.org. The story is free for redistribution and archiving by anyone with the exception of commercial web- sites and the like and as long as the story is intact and includes this disclaimer. blah...blah... adult... blah... copyright... blah.... -=Emton=- ****************************************************** Farseer 1 - The shark that wasn't Getting thrown off your ship by the rest of the crew is not exactly the most impressive testament to your diplomatic or seafaring skills that I know of. And getting thrown off wasn't as bad as literally being thrown off the ship I was supposed to earn a living on. The hard landing on the small lifeboat the murderous crew had so benevolently given me didn't do wonders for my back either. The only reason I'd been given a boat at all was because killing a man at sea was considered a bad omen. To my considerable relief, I was not inflicted with anything worse during the whole ordeal than a loose tooth and a pain in the small of my back that wouldn't go away for at least a week. Plus, Samson, the first mate, had given me his best spear to catch fish with. Actually, it wasn't "given" as much as "thrown at" me and providing me with a means to feed myself was probably not Samson's intent seeing as he aimed a bit too close to my skull for comfort. I took it he wasn't a big believer in omens. As I watched my previous place of employment sailing it's merry way into the sunrise I made a holy vow never to cheat in a game of duchess again. That and see the ship (and especially the crew) off with an assortment of the most vile swearing two months at sea had taught me; a considerable amount at that. The mother superior of the orphanage I was raised in would have been most displeased. What would the nuns of the Lumin Sisterhood have said if they had seen me like this? I left the orphanage only three years prior to mill about my hometown Sobruk, doing odd jobs here and there. Once every now and then, I had made sure to see the sisters again and fix the odd shelf or tar the roof or some such job. They had such high hopes for me, the nuns. I didn't think they included death on the high seas in those hopes. My next thought as the mid-dawn cold bit at me was that it was going to be a very long day. A few hours later, the sun had risen high enough on the sky that I could shed my blanket, wet and cold with morning dew, without fear of freezing to death. I was determined to see exactly how bad a shape I was in. Not that I thought it would do me any good. Surprisingly, the lifeboat was one of the new flat-bottomed ones with shallow draft we loaded aboard before leaving. The wood was new and did not leak, like on some of the others. Under one of the two benches I found a small kit containing among other things, a blanket, a map and compass and a sextant. Along the sides of the boat were two oars also seemingly new. I had Samson's harpoon to catch fish with (if I ever saw any) and I was relatively unhurt even if my back was protesting my every move. "Always know where you are and where you are heading." the nuns had taught us. That in mind, I studied the map and after confirming my fears with the sextant my heart sank. With a sail and favourable winds, perhaps, but with oars there was not the faintest chance I would ever see land again. Was there maybe a chance of being picked up by another ship? With not a little bit of luck, I could survive long enough to get back to the normal shipping lanes. Who was I kidding? No ship would normally travel this far out of the routes. The only reason we did was to outpace a storm to the north that turned out to die out even by the time we were halfway around it. And having a new boat would only prolong my suffering since I didn't have any supplies. Having never fished with a harpoon before, or any other implement for that matter, I held no illusions about my chances and I hadn't the faintest idea of how to get anything to drink. A watery grave did not seem as imminent as it did inevitable. As glum as my mood was, I wasn't entirely suicidal yet so I set about trying to get something to eat before my stomach crawled out and went looking without me. While I had no idea what kind of fish swam in those waters, I stared for quite a while down into the water hoping to spot any kind of movement. I was just about to give up when I caught sight of a triangular fin not thirty metren from the boat. The irony wasn't entirely lost on me as I raised the harpoon, ready to strike. Sharks weren't the sight most sailors wished for when stuck in a small boat far out on the sea, but I had a barbed and pointed surprise for this little bastard. If he would only come close enough to the boat we'd see who would make a meal of whom. Maybe not the choice for the picky, but fish is fish I thought. I was about to be proven dead wrong. To my dismay, the fin sank back in the water and after a few moments frantically trying to spot the shark I was close to tears with frustration. Was it my rocking the boat that had somehow scared it away? Had it realised there was no food here after all? At least I knew there were fish here and this raised my spirits some while I stood as still as possible in the gently rocking boat, scouting for the fish. I was toying with the idea of drawing a bit of blood from my finger to attract the shark when I after a few minutes saw movement down in the water. Raising the harpoon once again, I eagerly expected dinner to be on the receiving end of it very soon. As the shape circled below the boat, I took aim with the weapon and waited for the sneaky thing to come close enough to the surface. Finally, it stopped circling and started to slowly rise. I drew back my weapon and took aim right between its eyes. And nose... Nose? What manner of shark was this? The creature that was now rising out of the sea had a very human face. Blue, yes, but at least the shape was human. The face had strong, angular features and an expression that seemed a mix between playfulness and curiosity. I recoiled back to the other side of the boat in shock causing not a small stab of pain in my lower back where I had hurt myself earlier. My dinner turned out to be not quite fish and not quite human, though she was very attractive for a... near-fish? "Hello," she said, smiling and grabbing hold of the boat. The sudden change of events left me speechless. "I'm Ilea," she continued and stretched an arm toward me. Reflexes kicking in, I moved to protect myself with my harpoon but I realised that the dead fish she was holding wasn't much of a weapon. It was probably just an offering of food. Now I'm not in the habit of simply eating just anything handed to me by anyone, but "Ilea" didn't seem like she meant any harm. Besides, the fish looked fine enough and I was terribly hungry. I accepted the fish and muttered a sceptical "thank you". She smiled as I started devouring the fish, rested her head on her arms and studied me curiously while the moments passed. After a few minutes of silence and feeling a bit bolder I dropped the remains of the fish over the side of the boat and returned the curious stare. The little of her I could see was very appealing. I had heard stories of mermaids and the like and I could imagine that the creature, no girl, hanging over the side of my boat certainly could inspire such stories. Whether she had feet or fishtail, though, I couldn't see from where I was sitting. Her skin was a deep, watery blue. She had pearl-white hair and sparkling green eyes and every little turn of her head or movement of her arms had a very liquid look to it. If there was anything to those stories of mermaids, this must be the kind of people they described. "Rayne," I mumbled after a while. "What?" She raised her head, seeming satisfied I was done with the fish. "Rayne," a little louder this time. "My name, that is. Are... are you a mermaid?" I felt extraordinarily clumsy. "I think so," She looked thoughtful, but the smile never wavering. "I mean, I've heard from the others that you land-walkers call us that, but we call ourselves miriels." "Miriel?" I repeated. "You're... uh... very beautiful, Ilea. I thought the old sailors back home were just telling tall tales about your kind." I think I saw the blue in her cheeks turn a shade redder and she looked down. Suddenly, she tensed and, amazingly, jumped out of the water to land in the boat, seating herself on the wooden bench opposite me. I was astounded at the strength needed to shoot out of the water in this way and I noted the muscled look of her legs and was duly impressed. I also noticed something else. Ilea was totally naked. She seated herself at an angle to me and the oily sheen on her body captured the noon-sun in a way that made me temporarily lose my capability of speech for the second time that day. Her white hair, I saw, was just over waist-length and contrasted strongly with the dark blue of her back. Her chest and abdomen were in a lighter shade of blue; all covered with something that looked like thin oil. Her long neck gave way to slim but strong-looking shoulders and the only thing that tore my eyes from her light blue and shining breasts was a small triangular fin on her back, parting the white hair. I had never even seen a woman naked before and here was this goddess of the ocean practically posing for me in a cramped boat in the middle of the ocean. And, to think, moments earlier I was about to harpoon her. So far it had been the strangest couple of minutes in my life. Ilea closed her eyes and turned her face to the sun as she smiled again and stretched like a kitten after a long nap. I became acutely aware of a certain part of myself stretching as well, when I saw how the water dripped off her magnificent breasts. "It's a good day today," she almost purred in a way that made it obvious that it wasn't what she said I was supposed to pay attention to. These miriels didn't exactly behave like the people back home. No girl in dear old Sobruk would pose naked to a stranger, at least not without considerable pay. Of course, no girl back home was blue either. "Well mine has certainly taken a turn for the better even if I still don't have a way of reaching land," I replied, trying not to stare. "Why? What happened earlier, anyway? I saw a bigger boat setting down this one, then a crash and the big one sailed away. Lots of screaming and yelling there was too. I thought I'd wait a while to see if they would come back before I decided what to do with you." What to do with me? "You saw that?" I asked, surprised. This girl had followed me since before dawn! "The crew on the bigger boat and I had a slight disagreement over whether there are 53 or 51 cards in a Duchess-deck and they put me here to think thinks over. The crash you heard was me hitting that bench you're sitting on." "Oh, I thought I felt it give a little," Ilea said and looked down at the bench as she lightly bounced up and down on it a couple of times, boards creaking where they had been halfway broken. For my own part, I nearly fell off my bench when I saw her breasts jiggling as she bounced. "You must have hurt yourself terribly if you landed that hard," she said concerned. "Not really," I said, trying not to sound too manly to back up. "I'm a bit sore here," and I turned my back to her and lifted my shirt so she could see where I landed, "It'll go away in a while, but it stings a bit if I move too quickly now." I heard a slight gasp when she saw it and wondered if she hadn't seen a slight bruise before. Then I felt a deliciously cooling feeling over the bruise and it was my turn to gasp. "I'm sorry, did that hurt?" Ilea asked concerned and quickly withdrew her hand. "That was your hand?" I was astonished. "You're so cold. You must be freezing!" I reached for my blanket, but she put a cool hand on my wrist. "No, I'm fine," she said with a laugh, "Actually I'm quite warm." With that she released my wrist and put her hand on my cheek. "You, though, are burning up." Her hand was cool but not cold and even though it startled me a little, it made perfect sense. Like a fish, she couldn't loose too much heat to the water. After all, she was swimming around in the freezing cold sea while I was shuddering under a wool blanket. This realisation brought a new question to mind. "Can you feel anything at all if you're so immune to the cold?" I said and, feeling bolder, asked, "Can you feel this?" I traced a line on her shoulder with my finger. Too bold? After all, I was alone in a boat with a beautiful naked girl, blue or not. "Absolutely," smile widening almost to a grin. "How about you?" she asked, leaned over and... kissed me! "That was..." I started. "Mmmmh," she purred and placed her lips on mine again, longer this time. Her lips felt cool and soft and thoroughly delicious. I continued tracing my finger downward and made a curve, lightly touching the underside of her left breast. That made her giggle a little and she gave me a quick peck on the lips before she stood up. "I think I know what to do with you. I'll be back in a little while," she grinned and dived out into the sea, water splashing me. "Wait! wha..." Now why would she do a thing like that, I wondered, feeling the wet spot that her hand had left on my cheek. And what did she intend to "do with me"? Leaning over the side, I saw no trace of her in the darkness under the boat and it quickly started to feel like a weird dream. There I was, on a boat, a naked girl (I just couldn't get past that) comes up from the sea and after a little while she's in my arms and then she disappears as suddenly as she appeared. In a very short time I felt a myriad of emotions ranging from disbelief, abandonment, curiosity and being downright horny. It was a good number of minutes later before I got the image of Ilea's bouncing breasts, the smell of her hair and the touch of her lips out of my mind. For lack of anything to do with any other feeling and because she had said she'd be back, I decided to go with feeling horny. What else was there to do? Hang on. I had heard stories (so far I had discounted them as fairytales) about mermaids helping stranded sailors to shore and such things. Could she mean she'd help me get to a city? I got my map from the small chest I found under one of the benches and unfolded it. If I were where I thought I was, a city called Alvadon lay about a month's travel from here with a fast ship. Apparently it was the largest city on an island called Almidian, one of several isles to the southeast. I pondered this for a while. There was a chance I might get out of this none the worse off than I was when I left Sobruk. Then, considering just how Ilea had looked as she sat on the bench, my mind wandered a bit. I entertained the idea that transportation wasn't all she'd help me with. Hey, I was young and curious. Later in the day, I stood in the gently rocking boat, leaning on my harpoon and watched the sun set lazily beyond the horizon. Sunsets at sea quickly attracted my fascination after I signed up on the Crow. I would spend as much time up on deck as I could to just sit and stare at the reds and oranges melting together as the sun figured enough was enough and let the moon and stars take the rudder for a while. A chilling wind blew across the sea and I turned to reach for my blanket when the boat suddenly lurched violently and threw me face first against the back. Spitting out the no-longer loose tooth I got to my feet faster than in a long time. As I looked over the edge I nearly fainted. Some sort of sea-beast maybe twenty metren or longer swam right under the surface. The thing that had hit the boat was a gigantic, dark-green fin fully three metren tall and as thick as myself. I cursed for not hearing or seeing it come up on me from the side and nervously wondered where I could spear such a behemoth to kill it. The boat slid off the swell made by the beast and everything seemed to instantly calm as it surfaced and just lay still. It was an awe-inspiring creature. Scales the size of my hand, fingers stretched out, covered the thing. It had two very muscular arms with webbed hands that looked disconcertingly human in shape if not in size. The head was like that of a mythical dragon. A long snout with more teeth sticking out of the jaws than I cared to count. The rear was like that of a whale - A whale with scales that is, covering a fin five metren across and two metren wide. I never knew creatures like this could exist, let alone did. But for a dragon of the sea it seemed curiously docile, no doubt considering if it should eat me now or save me for breakfast. I breathed considerably easier when a blue hand grabbed the front of the boat and another threw something that looked like a waterskin over the side. They tied a pair of silver-coloured ropes through the ring there; Ilea then lifted herself out of the water and climbed, rather than jumped, into the boat and secured the ropes. The ropes, I saw, were attached to a harness of sorts around the creature. The last thing I'd expected was that something of that size could be tamed. People capable of such a task were formidable indeed. It hit me then. She had decided to help me. The whale-thing was going to tow the boat... somewhere. I was about to walk up to her and thank her in every way I knew how when she turned and told me, "Hold on. I think you'll like this." The devilish grin on her face told me that holding on to something was a matter of some urgency. Then she shouted a few words in a very liquid sounding language and the ropes tightened. Ye gods. It felt as though Zahil, the god of winds, had yanked the boat clear off the water and I found myself on a lifeboat moving faster than any frigate I'd ever heard of. Ilea carefully crawled back to where I was and said "That is an Uruk," answering the question I was unable to ask through clenched teeth, "We use them for all kinds of things. Isn't it exhilarating?" We moved so fast that her hair was blown this way and that. She stretched her arms to the sky and whooped with what I could only guess was excitement. Me, I was clinging on in sheer terror, keeping my head as low as possible. The boat itself was surfing quite nicely on the water due to the shallow draft but I was not taking any chances. She placed a soft, cool hand over my white knuckles and gently kissed me on the mouth again, a breast sliding over my other hand as she leaned over the bench. "Now," she said with a grin that spoke volumes of knowledge I certainly was not taught by the nuns at the orphanage, "Shall we pick up where we left off? I thought we could enjoy each other more if your mind wasn't preoccupied with finding land. I've never met a land-walker before and I must say I'm curious." "At the moment it's not the land I'm preoccupied with," I said while a bit nervously looking at the water rapidly passing us. Not as nervous as before Ilea had kissed me, mind you. "You'll get used to it," She replied, "I hope you won't get used to this too quickly, though." With that, she cupped my face in her hands and gave me a long, deep kiss while sliding over the bench to lie on top of me. "You've never done this before, have you?" She asked while her fingers had started to undo the buttons in my shirt. Gods, is it that obvious? I thought. Could I be blamed? I had several fantasies about how this would happen and none of them included being in a boat towed by a sea dragon while practically assaulted by a blue mermaid that redefined hospitality as I knew it. The whole day had simply caught me off guard. "I've never... been... in love..." I tried to say while she kissed me lower and lower as the shirt opened button by button. "Oh, love is even better," she looked up at me, fingers now undoing my breeches where a considerable tightness was making itself known, "This is just for fun while we sail. Once we get to land I'll have to leave so enjoy it while you can." With that my member disappeared into her warm mouth and I groaned in exquisite pleasure. I could only lie back and close my eyes while she coaxed my dick to a hardness Ms. Thumb and her four sister had never been able to. Before long she started using her tongue quite marvellously too, rolling the head around in her mouth and gently biting to get my strict attention. Not that I was thinking about anything else. A cool hand gently cupped my balls and started stroking them. Her warm mouth around my dick and cool hand alternating between pulling and massaging my balls, very quickly brought me to a point where I was a hair's breadth from shooting my load in her mouth. "No, wait," I stuttered. I didn't want it to happen just that quickly. What would Ilea think of me? I'd heard stories dissatisfied wives told each other about their men's stamina in bed and they were anything but flattering. I had to lift her head with my hands, as she wasn't stopping by just me asking. "I want to do the same thing for you," I explained, answering a very cute quizzical expression on Ilea's face. "Ooh," She cooed, "His first time and he's more worried about me. That's so sweet of you, Rayne." She let me guide her to lie on the bench and I took her in with every sense. Her eyes, looking expectantly at me, mouth in a perpetual smile that was considerably more wicked now than earlier, those small but mouth- watering breasts and the cutest bellybutton I had seen. I leaned to kiss it and tasted the oily substance covering her. It tasted slightly salty and smelled almost like seaweed and I could swear there was more of it now than when we started. I traced a line up her belly with my tongue and tickled her sides lightly with my fingers. "Careful," She gasped and breathed sharply when I tickled, "They're very sensitive." They? I could swear I knew at least the general anatomy here. Boys at an all-boy orphanage tend to pool their knowledge about these things. I looked down to where my hands were and saw something I in hindsight should have expected but certainly didn't then. Gills. Just above her hips, along her sides were long, nearly invisible slits. She obviously didn't use them above water, as they didn't move at all. I wouldn't have seen them if not for her warning me. That and the fact that she seemed to breathe quite a bit faster when I stroked them with my fingers. So they were sensitive, were they? Of course I had to take advantage of this so I kneeled to the left of the bench and licked up the full length of the lower line. Her reaction was quite extraordinary. "Oh Gods! Keep that up, pleeease!" she shrieked and several other things I didn't quite catch. Her arms went up above her head and her back arched strongly when I traced a line again and by the third stroke she was pretty much incoherent. I pointed my tongue and slipped only a tiny bit inside one of the slits, feeling hot ridges below the cool flesh. Ilea was most appreciative. She sat up, threw her arms around me and kissed me almost violently. My hands found her breasts as we kissed and Ilea pressed her body tightly against mine. Her nipples had hardened (a detail none of the boys in building C had mentioned) to little fleshy points I simply had to get my mouth on. I kissed my way down Ilea's long neck, covered her upper chest with even more and practically made a meal out of her delicious mounds. "Your mouth," she gasped, "It's so hot." And she was probably right too. Her breasts were cool to me and I made it a point to exploit this to pleasure my little mermaid - which was how I thought of her just then. As nicely as Ilea writhed under me, I hadn't done what I was supposed to do yet so I moved down on her, taking care to take a further long lick down her sides eliciting a long moan of approval. She spread her legs eagerly at my touch and I stared for the first time at what I then considered the most intimate parts of a woman's body. I gently stroked her knees and down the back of her legs with my hands as I just admired her smooth and completely hairless slit (and trying to figure out exactly how I was supposed to do this). "Please," Ilea almost whispered, "lick me, Rayn. Put your tongue in my pussy." Yeah, that's it, I thought to myself, relieved. I wasn't stupid; inexperience just caught me off guard. There was a lot more of the oily stuff near her "pussy" (odd to hear a sea-woman call it that) than elsewhere. The smell of seaweed was stronger between her legs and it tasted even saltier. I took care to tease her a while, never quite touching her mound only her thighs. A little bit of this was enough to have her start bucking in my face and arching her back again, demanding attention to her more intimate parts - who was I to refuse now? Tentatively I stuck my tongue in her hole and tasted her juices. I've heard it called an acquired taste, and I must have acquired it awfully fast, because I started lapping her feverishly, my hands reaching up to her sides to where she earlier had been so receptive. Nice as that was, she didn't react like she had earlier, until I grazed the top of her slit. All of a sudden, her hands were on my head, pulling me into her crotch and bucking wildly in my face. "Oh, Gods! Lick my clit, Rayne! be good to me and suck on it. Yes, that's it! That's iiit! Don't stop. Don't stop," she kept repeating (as if I would). I took her clit between my lips and gently sucked it while flicking it with my tongue. Ilea went absolutely wild and again started shrieking with pleasure between the rapid panting. Crossing her arms and hugging herself, she put her hands on mine and started rubbing. Between my sucking her and us both stroking her sides she suddenly cramped and I could feel her whole body spasm in a surprisingly vocal orgasm. I was half surprised that the beast towing us didn't stop to ask his passengers to please keep it down before we woke the whole ocean up. We hugged and kissed for a little while, me on my knees beside the bench, her still lying on it, rapidly regaining her strength to my astonishment. "That was so wonderful, Rayn," Ilea said, glowing up at me, "but of course you know we're not done yet." It was phrased halfway like a question. "Will you finish me off like earlier?" I asked a bit too eagerly. "We'll finish off, but not like before," She corrected. With that she sat up and rolled with me down on the wool blanket. With her breasts against my chest and slithering like a snake up and down my body with a fiendish grin, it wasn't long before I again stiffened. Not that I had gone entirely limp since having her lips wrapped around me, mind you. Her sliding on top of me, left a sheen of her oils between us that didn't fail in making me harder and us both more excited. I was just about to forcibly impale her on my stiffnes when I felt a cool hand guiding my shaft to a very warm place. She moved down and accepted me inside her only to let me slide out before doing it again. Ilea stopped moving and I opened my eyes to a face, eyes closed, smiling mouth open and with a look of serious concentration. I immediately found out why. She was kneading my dick while it was inside her and the sensations were unreal. It felt like a hundred hands were milking me and at this rate, they soon would. "You like it?" It was a silly question but she had a mock sincerity on her face. "Do you like how my cunt milks your cock?" She continued whispering things in my ear that would make the nuns of Sobruk go insane. I wasn't that far from it myself, listening to her newfound vocabulary while she did the most incredible things to my "cock". She sat up and straddled me, the stars reflecting on her breasts and wind blowing in her hair. Though I could swear I knew the mechanics of what we were supposed to be doing, Ilea didn't rise or lower herself on me. She instead started gyrating her hips, keeping me deep inside her while she moved. Eyes now with a wild look in them, she clawed at my chest and I reached for hers. I let her two globes move in my palms as we faster and faster approached orgasmic bliss. "Fuck me!" She gasped, "Fuck me with your cock. You feel so hot inside me. I want you to come. Please come inside me!" It wasn't much of a request either. Suddenly the boat skidded off a particularly large wave and we sailed in the air for a very short moment before we touched down - hard. Ilea sat down on me with the same force and it caused me to instantly shoot in her as I cramped for the first time that night. Ilea also shook and stiffened when I filled her, a look of absolute happiness on her face. Not as vocal as last time, but even more intense was her orgasm. We lay exhausted in my little lifeboat and made gentle love the rest of that night. Mercifully, the night was a fairly warm one or I fear we would more than just the blanket to warm us (at least I would). Though I was grateful we'd reach land in a month, it was too short a time with my temporary lover. To be continued. -=Emton=- -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+