Lull of the Sea

Chapter Five: Felix

I watched her from afar, knowing very well that I wanted all of her. I needed all of her bare and underneath me. I had seen her little escapade with her fingers. Heard her moans, and I wanted nothing more than to be the one she was thinking about. My c**k grew hard, but I restrained myself. I could wait until I had gotten home. My c**k was twitching when I heard her come, and I swore I heard her moan out my name.

Only time would tell if I could stay in Port Loudon, though. After all, my soul belonged to the sea. I watched her as she sat up, feet buried into the sand, looking up at the sky, relishing in the afterglow of her climax. She seemed like she was at peace with herself. Had she only known my pang of yearning for her. One that I could never describe in words.

There wasn’t a way to explain how I felt about her. Or how much I needed her. She made my cold, icy heart flutter with something warm, and it scared me. What scared me the most, though, was whether she could ever love and need a monster like me? I turned slowly away from the cliffside and walked back to my vehicle.

“If you only knew my dearest, Ceria. If you only knew,” I whispered.

I headed back to my apartment. My mind wandered back to her on the beach, touching herself. The way the moonlight bounced and reflected off her pale skin. She was the perfect epitome of beauty. She was the one I wanted to spend eternity with. The one I wanted to come home to every night.

That’s when the smell hit me. I covered my nose to cover the smell of the salty sea and blood. I looked around. Where were the fishermen? I couldn’t see him, but I felt his eyes on me. I quickened my pace, and the smell vanished once I got to the threshold of my apartment. I ran up the stairs and locked the door. Panting, I peeked out from behind the curtains. What the hell were they doing here? I hadn’t smelled them earlier today or the previous night. I could’ve sworn they had no idea that I was here. Luckily, it was only one. So that was a plus; it’d be easy to remove them from the picture if need be. I just didn’t want to draw more attention to myself then need be.

The streetlamps illuminated the streets outside, and there stood the fishermen, just one, who had red hair and a matching beard, with dark, emerald-colored eyes. I went pale like I had seen a ghost, because he was the one who had killed my sister, Daryah. The one that took so many lives six years ago. I could never forget those eyes. The c*****e he had caused with his crew. Just like a ghost, he vanished into the mist that started to unfurl outside.

I shivered and closed the curtain. “Well, that killed the mood.”

I could feel my c**k go flaccid. I groaned and leaned against the wall. My gaze flickered back to the now-covered window.

“Thanks, mate…” I hissed.

My hand slid down my face as I growled. I pushed myself off the wall and headed to my bedroom. I flopped down on the bed and closed my eyes. When did this fisherman get here, and how long was I being so f*****g oblivious to my surroundings? I ball my hands into fists at my side.

Fuck… this is gonna make it so much harder to… what to f**k her? To court her? f**k I want her whole just as she is. I want her to love me like she’s never loved anyone else… I just craved her and wanted to feel her soft skin underneath my fingertips. I could feel my c**k start to stir as it hardened as I thought about her. I wondered what she’d sound like when I’d make her c*m for the first time.

I undid my pants and palmed myself before slowly stroking my c**k. The bulbous head was already leaking precum. I kept stroking myself as I thought of her lips wrapped tightly around my shaft as she bobbed her head up and down. Imagined how her tongue would feel against my sensitive skin. Whether she used her teeth or not. I groaned louder as I was getting closer. My hand fisted faster, and when I came, I moaned out her name.

“Fuuuck, yes… god damn…”