Lull of the Sea

ChapterTwo: Felix

I emerged from the ocean, shivering and convulsing. My shadow on the sand contorted as I finished transforming. I wanted to scream out in pain, but bit my tongue hard. I could taste the iron seeping from the wounded appendage. Turning from the shadow of a seal into that of a human was painful, and something that would never be anything less than rippling pain. My features were now sharp, and I looked more human. I grumbled in pain as I stretched out my aching muscles.

My gaze was set on the small cottage that sat before me, and I could feel my gaze soften as I watched the windows go dark. I walked across the beach towards the cottage. When I got up to the window that had the light on last. I looked inside and saw her. Ceria was curled up on her side. Her long hair pooled across the pillows.

“Gods, you look beautiful. I can’t wait to run my fingers through your hair, baby.”

I pressed my hand against the cool glass. I groaned as I felt my c**k twitch with pent-up need. I wanted her like I needed the salt water. I wanted to ravish her. I wanted to wreak her as no man has ever f****d her before. I pulled my hand from the glass pane and hung it against my thigh. I wanted her now. I wanted to take her, but I knew I had to be patient. After all, it’ll taste much sweeter once she wants it just as bad.

I sighed heavily before I turned on my heels. Next stop, Main Street. I walked the beach line towards the downtown area, as I wrapped my seal skin around my wrist and turned it into a bracelet that looked like obsidian. I looked down at my wrist and took in the shine of the material that was hiding my seal skin. It felt right. I liked the inky dark color. It paired well with my tanned skin.

“Soon, Ceria, I will see you. Soon I will be able to hold you in my arms at last,” my gruff, alien-sounding voice spoke to no one in particular.

Gods, it was going to take some time getting used to me sounding human. It sounded grating and all sorts of wrong. I was used to it being more melodious and airy from the water as it carried my voice, kind of similar to echolocation. I walked past a person leaning against a brick building, his dark eyes followed me as I continued walking. I could still smell the lingering scent of alcohol as I rounded a corner.

“Note to self: talk aloud more to get used to it.”

However, I knew the sea heard me. Even if I was no longer on the beach, I could still hear the soft sound of sloshing water as it hit the cliffside. After all, the sea always heard me. I was born there, and I was meant to stay there. I just couldn’t resist the call of the surface world. It had always called to me— no correction, she called to me. I grumbled under my breath as I made my way through the streets that were illuminated by streetlights. I was on the hunt to find a building that would be suitable for my needs. A place to call home, which would be a feat since clearly I’m not a surface dweller.

I found an abandoned storefront and decided I would take it over. Using my magic to make it come back to life. The utilities started working, and furniture appeared. After all, being a Selkie did come in very handy at times. Just like this particular moment. It wasn’t anything spectacular or magnificent, but it was cozy, and only the things I thought were important were added to the small upstairs apartment. It was perfect for me. It was perfect for now.

I looked over what they called Main Street. I only knew this because of the street sign on the corner of the lot. I noticed a small café; again, the sign above the door to whatever a café was. I knew I had to try it in the morning. As soon as the sun would peek through those clouds and the owner opened those doors, I would be in there. Doing whatever it was humans did in those establishments, I felt like I belonged for once.

After all, I’ve only dreamed of staying on the surface for as long as I could remember. I had only been up here for fleeting moments, watching her and observing her from such a distance from the waters. My love. My Ceria. I sighed as the night engulfed me and the tiredness I was trying to keep at bay during my travels started to creep up into my mind. I lay down on the soft mattress and shut my eyes, soon falling into a deep slumber. I dreamed of her. Of Ceria.

After I got ready in the morning, I walked around downtown. I went into a local mom and pop clothing store.

“Oh my God, he’s cute,” a girl a few rows down said as she watched me like a hawk.

“You should totally talk to him. He looks like he’s new in town,” her friend commented back to her.

I looked up at them, my jaw set in a hard line, before picking out some clothes and going to pay. The girls were still fawning over me as I left the store. I saw Ceria across the street. My gaze followed her as she went into a shop. It took all my will to wait to make contact with her. I crossed the street and walked past the window. I could see her looking at a pretty pale blue sundress. She’d look beautiful in that dress.

My gaze lingered on the soft angles of her face. She grew up to be drop dead gorgeous. I had to force myself to leave the window; I didn’t want her to see me yet. I wanted our first meeting to be a perfect way. I made it back home to put my new clothes away before heading back out to try the café across the street.