The Silkie's Woman (2 page)

Chapter Two

The pub was a riot of sound when Megan walked in an hour later. The music was in full swing with two guitar players and the cute fiddler/bartender Shannon had been sleeping with for the past two months. On Saturday nights, the bartender turned into a devil-may-care musician with an amazing ability to pull everyone in the pub together and into song — unfortunately.

The first time Shannon and Megan had walked into the pub, they had been stunned by the sing-a-longs that went on. Every voice—good, and regrettably, mostly bad—in the place had been raised in a rousing rendition of "White Rabbit
.
" It wasn't quite what they had expected to find in an Irish pub, but after the shock had worn off, it seemed rather appropriate, since three-quarters of the patrons were going to have to take a forklift home.

The band was playing a rather tame version of another golden hit when Megan spied Shannon leaning against the bar at the other end of the pub. Megan moved through the crush, careful to keep her hand from banging into anyone as she made her way up to the bar. She had found while bandaging the cut that any accidental touch to the bite caused a strange mix of pain and pleasure to wash through her body.

The bartender put a pint of Smithwick's on the bar for her as she finally managed to squeeze in next to Shannon. Shannon saw the bandage around her hand immediately and gave her a suspicious look.

"You didn't touch one of them, did you? Because if you did, you deserve that hand. Come on, Megs, you know they are wild animals, and you've been told by just about everyone on the island that if one ever lets you close not to touch it."

"All right already!" Megan twisted around to view the rest of the bar. "I've learned my lesson. He seemed so friendly, he was even letting me rub his neck when all of a sudden he gave me this look, and I have to admit it was not a look you associate with an animal. It seemed almost human, as if he were trying to tell me something. Then he just took my hand in his mouth and bit down. I had no idea they had such sharp teeth. He could have taken my hand off, but he just sort of held on for a couple of seconds until the skin barely broke, then he went back to the water."

 
Megan paused in her visual tour of the bar when she got to Sean the fiddler. Her gaze paused to admire his dancing ass. That man could move. His entire body was tapping to the music pouring out of his instrument and every woman in the place had eyes glued to one of two portions of his anatomy. She had never really seen what appealed to Shannon. He was a fairly small man, not at all the type that appealed to her, but for some reason she was so horny she probably could have fucked any of the old men in the bar and been happy about it.

Shannon saw where her eyes had wandered and gave a short laugh. "Megs, that is definitely mine until I leave tomorrow. After that, you can have him."

"Your generosity exceeds the greatness of your heart," Megan snorted. "You've probably used him all up. Usually they don't last longer than a month. You've had this poor boy on a leash for over two."

"Yes, well, I wore his cock out, but his tongue has made all the difference in the world."

"He's no good for me then. I need a little more than tongue to keep me happy." Megan left off looking at Sean and let her gaze wander the room for a more likely candidate, but the pub was full of older men and their wives. All the young men were attending a concert in Galway. It had been publicized for the past six months. Many would probably come back with someone to keep them warm for the long winter months.

After two hours of music and drinking, Megan left the pub and headed back to the house they were renting. The hill leading away from town always appeared
so
much longer after a night of imbibing. As she trudged her way up, her mind went back to the seal that had bitten her. She hadn't wanted to admit it to Shannon, but the way the seal had looked at her had actually been arousing. She had always had a very strong sex drive but becoming aroused by an animal was weird, even for her. His obsidian gaze had seemed to stare right through her, heating her blood along the way. For some reason the seal's eyes had reminded her of her dream man; he had the same endless black gaze, and had affected her in the same way—a tingling electrical feel that sparked from breast to groin and back.

Her house loomed in the darkness, a small, very old cottage with a thatched roof. The door opened easily at her touch; no need for locks on an island with a population of only nine hundred people. There were only four rooms in the whole house. Two bedrooms were right next to each other, and a combination living room/kitchen with a large bathroom was next to her bedroom. It had served them well through the past two months. Every room except the bathroom had a small fireplace made to burn peat, and the smell permeated the house with an earthy musk that was very pleasant. Shannon was leaving tomorrow, so her bags were packed and ready next to the door.

Megan chuckled as she thought about how ill-suited Shannon was for life on a small island. Within days, her friend had fucked half the island before settling on Sean for the duration. Shannon needed a lot more variety than you could find here. She was actually going home early for a brief time to take care of some business details that had cropped up. Megan had offered to go as well, but Shannon knew how much Megan needed the rest, and convinced her to stay on for the next few months. Shannon’s business would only take a week or so, and then she’d be back. Megan had tried to convince her she’d be fine alone for the next few months, but Shannon was determined to be a martyr, as if Megan couldn’t manage without her!

 
Megan was still wide-awake, lying on her back in her room when Shannon and Sean stumbled in. She heard them go into Shannon's room and within minutes the house was filled with the sound of moaning and Shannon's voice ordering Sean.

"Oh God, Sean! Yes, that's it. Please, please, ohhhhhhhhhh, lick it, lick it, yes, yes, just like that." After five minutes of listening to Shannon's progressively higher-pitched moans, Megan was so hot she couldn't resist touching herself. Shannon's moans seemed to echo the throbbing in her injured hand and she threw back the covers and circled her sensitive clit with her fingertips. She hated to touch her clit directly; the stimulation of the cotton panties added another layer to her pleasure, making her orgasms more intense. She was already wet, her juices soaking through the panties when her fingers began to strum the sensitive bud. She ran her fingers over and around the swelling protrusion until she heard the moaning in the next room begin to escalate.

Sean's groans increased, "Oh God, I'm gonna come, sweetheart. I'm almost there, are you ready?" His Irish accent was thick, and the words were ground out as if he were desperately holding back.

Shannon's reply was lost in the flurry of sound that followed. The bed in the next room was right against the wall where Megan's pillows rested, and she could clearly hear the squeak of the bedposts and Sean's panting groans. Her own fingers were rubbing her clit directly now, flying in a circular stroke guaranteed to send her rocketing to the moon. Her hips began to move involuntarily as orgasm loomed and her breath came in little pants.

Suddenly her mind was filled with the image of her dream man, his beautiful dark hair flowing around his downbent head, his obsidian gaze igniting little tendrils of fire all along her body. He appeared to reach out to her and his voice whispered in her ear,
Amat.
The tickle of his breath near her ear set off a riot of sensation in her breasts, rounding each nipple into a tight little bud of ecstasy. His hands caressed her breasts gently, and ghostly breezes blew across her nipples. He appeared so real to her that she reached up to grasp his hair to pull him down for a kiss, only to realize that her fingers were closing on air.

She shut her eyes to try and recapture his image, but the attempt was futile. Her body was crying out for release, and soft moans fell from her lips as she moved her fingers back down to the cleft between her thighs. Her fingers moved ever faster on her sensitive clit until with an indrawn breath and a suddenness that surprised even Megan, her back arched up, a loud moan broke from her lips, and the world exploded into agonizing sensation.

The bite on her hand pulsed in time to the incredible tingling racing through her body, sending the sensations in a circle from her pussy to her hand to her breasts and back again. Each movement of her hand sent the sensations skyrocketing higher until Megan was hyperventilating with pleasure. The high seemed to last for hours, and the sounds from next door had long since stopped before Megan's trembling eased.

 
She had never had an orgasm like that in her life. She enjoyed being a voyeur, even an auditory one, but it had never gotten her off like this. Actually, nothing she had ever experienced solo or with a man had come close to what she had just experienced. She panted slightly as small aftershocks trembled through her body. Her hand absently rubbed between her thighs, and the small orgasm that followed her fingers down her clit shocked her. She put her hands out flat on the bed, determined to leave her body alone until it returned to normal. The intensity of the orgasm and the 'dream man' who had filled her mind just before it had freaked her out. She almost never fantasized while masturbating; it had always seemed unnecessary. Who knew what a little fantasy could do!

Chapter Three

The p'or made their way to the base of the cliffs. The sea was very high, occasionally washing over the top with upswept white foam. Grandfather looked at Urlon before turning back to the cliff. As the change began to overwhelm him, grandfather gave a final warning:

 
"The time of change is upon us. The oldest two will go first to prepare the way for the youngest. You will haul out two at a time, once every hour, until all have changed. Remember, you must be back within three days or you will feel the fires of the salt leaving your blood, and the urge for the sea will become overwhelming, endangering all who are around you."

With those final words, Grandfather completed the change, gathering up his lap-rug sized pelt as his body shrank to human proportions. He revealed himself to be a very large man who looked to be fit and middle-aged. His shoulders were massive, and his legs were like tree trunks. Standing, he would be well over six and a half feet tall. The sea pushed into a massive swell with Grandfather riding it to the top of the cliffs. The foam deposited him at the edge with exquisite gentleness, and those waiting below could see him walk off into the night to prepare the way for the rest of them. His cottage on the island was well stocked with clothing in various sizes, and enough money and found sea items to trade for more currency. He would leave clothing and adequate currency for each member of his tribe hidden under the rocks at the top of the cliff.

Urlon waited impatiently for his turn to change, until he realized the tribe brothers who had changed only a few times had a much harder time of it than Grandfather. They writhed in agony as their bodies shrank, bones popping and snapping beneath the cover of their pelts until their shaking bodies emerged, gray-faced and stunned at the pain. Each pair was successfully deposited at the cliff edge until only Urlon, Set, and Uber remained.

"I'm not sure mating is worth it," Set cried as his body pulled inward for the change. The pain was obviously overwhelming, preventing Set from making any further comment until he was in human form. Uber changed at the same time and both were deposited up on the cliff before Urlon could ask what it felt like. Urlon was left alone to wait out the hour until it was his turn. His thoughts turned to the woman he had marked on the beach. What would she think of him? Would she be repulsed by his differences? Would he be able to satisfy her? Anxiety and nervous tension filled him. The woman on the beach was his future Amat. She had to accept him. He swam back and forth in front of the cliff, moving faster and faster as his fears for the future nearly overwhelmed him.

The time passed quickly, and he wasn't ready for the sudden strike of pain lancing through his body. He could literally hear his bones shrinking and grinding, throwing off the pelt with great difficulty. When the change was complete, the sea sent a wave the perfect height, and his feet touched earth as a man for the first time.

He was amazed that a good portion of the night had been spent waiting for the others to complete their change. The sun was peaking up from billowing white clouds as he began to look for the covering he had been told would be waiting for him. As he spun around he swayed a bit, wobbling on his legs like a newborn colt.

"This will take some getting used to." As the rumbling voice emerged from his chest, he stopped in surprise. That sound had come from him?

He decided to test it again. "I am human now." The deep bass rumble was the same. Although the sound was similar to the tone of his chuff, the human words coming from his mouth were a complete surprise. Perhaps this was something the sea had given them as a gift; so they would be able to communicate with their human mates. He made his way over to the rocks where his clothing was supposed to be. Convulsive shivering had begun to shake his body and he now understood why Grandfather described human skin as flimsy. As he reached the rock outcropping, the stones provided some relief from the incessant wind, and he took a little bit of time exploring his new body. His hands ran down over his chest and stopped as they struck a particularly sensitive protuberance.

He appeared to have two—small brown disks within larger darker brown disks. When he ran his fingers over the disks experimentally, a sudden jolt of pleasure surprised him. It reminded him of the dreams he had been having about his Amat, her hands all over him, touching him, caressing him, causing tingles of electrical pleasure whenever her fingers grazed his flanks. He liked it so well he decided to keep one hand on the area as the other continued the exploration. He sat down on the clothing as he explored his feet and legs. He found that touching the soles of his feet caused a pleasurable sensation that made him chuckle.

As he made his way up to his thighs and then to his penis, he was surprised at how small it appeared. How would he ever pleasure his Amat with such a small penis? The bull seals he had seen mating on the beaches had much larger appendages. This is one area in which Grandfather had not given him information; his dreams were very sketchy and merely hinted at the pleasures that awaited him, and now it was too late to ask! He ran his hand again over the appendage and was stunned when the gratification he had felt while touching his chest was quadrupled. The enjoyment was so intense he decided to explore the area at length.