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"Come," Delmar whispered before standing up, offering his hand for me to take. The word curled in the air between us, electric and soft. I looked at his hand then at him, my heart thudding with a foreign rhythm, with excitement and nervousness that lingered in the salty night air.
I had no idea what was going to happen, how it was going to happen, but I knew I was ready for it. Completely ready, my breath shallow, anticipation trembling down my spine. I placed my hand on his, the warmth of his skin grounding me, and followed him across the room to the open balcony facing the sea. Moonlight spilled across the floor, catching on the restless waves below; a wild breeze brushed goosebumps across my arms. I wasn't looking at the height or the roaring sea underneath but at him. Delmar. Into his trusting eyes, dark and fathomless, reflecting secrets only the night could hold.
"Now we jump, Kash," he said, his hands tightening on my palm, anchoring me to this fragile, reckless moment. I gulped before nodding, a surge of adrenaline making everything sharp, and the next moment we dived into the sea water. The world went silent and shattering around us, cold rushing in a thousand needles, but it was thrilling, liberating. As if my body automatically knew how to land on the water, my legs hit the water first and both of us went a few feet deep at impact, weightless and together. On instinct, I opened my mouth to breathe, and instead of the sea flooding in, I was greeted by Delmar's lips sealing into mine, fierce, desperate, tasting of salt and longing. And right then, I didn't want to breathe but I got something better than air...him...I got him. His smell, his warmth, his body pressed close to me in the silken cold. My legs wrapped around his, my fingers went into his hair, tangling in the wet silk, and in that moment I was the happiest man alive.
The next moment I heard clicking noises, deep, rhythmic, calming and strangely erotic, echoing like ancient song from Delmar's chest.
Delmar's hands were on my shirt, undoing the buttons before peeling the material off my body, the cool tide licking across my skin then came my pants, they slid off easily without resistance, like water over stone.
Delmar clasped my face with both his hands and made me look at him. My sight blurred, too turned on, too delirious, before it focused on him. On his ethereal face, haloed by shimmering bubbles, the gentlest smile playing on his lips.
My stomach twisted with anticipation when his hands slid down. An involuntary click escaped my mouth without me realizing, a form of moan maybe, pulled from somewhere deeper than reason or thought.
Delmar smirked as if he knew exactly what havoc he was playing with my mind and body, his eyes burning with delighted mischief. My breath caught in my throat when his fingers pushed between my legs. His head came down and his lips hovered over mine, a low moan vibrating through him, thrumming against my lips like another pulse.
Delmar's lips trailed over my jaw and down my neck, the contrast of cool water and his hot mouth sending lightning through every nerve. His tongue, teeth scraping a line across the sensitive skin now heightened by the water, every nerve ending coming alive with foreign sensation, as though I belonged to the tides.
And before I realized what I was doing, my legs moved with a will of their own, sliding up and wrapping tightly around his waist. Water lapped around us, salt and cool, but his body was radiant warmth pressed against mine.
A part of me knew I loved Delmar, but this, this was more than love. This was need, molten and primal, drowning me in sweet delirium. It was a hunger so deep, so consuming, I felt myself unraveling, losing the lines that held me together. I didn't know how things would work between us, two beings not meant for ordinary beds, but every inch of me was ready for whatever came next, fearless under the enchanted sea-stars.
I squirmed in his hold, desperately seeking friction, needing—no, craving—contact, connection, relief. My insides twisted and burned, molten lava surging and swirling. My lips met his again, urgent and greedy, the taste of longing mixing with salt and heat. Our tongues mingled, slippery and hungry, like two creatures courting in some ancient, secret ocean dance. Our bodies slipped and slid together, skin and scale, heat to heat, and it was everything I could ever imagine wanting.
And then something new and unfathomable happened. My eyes sought Delmar's gaze as his foreign member slipped between my legs. The look on his face was bliss incarnate, eyes hooded, lips parted, wild and lost with need. I was lost too, giving in to every sensation.
Delmar's fingers dug into my hips, guiding me, anchoring me in the swell, helping me ride the wave. He was everywhere, hands, tongue, soul.
We intertwined in a basic dance of mating. Foreign yet known. Our bodies instinctively know what to do. Delmar groaned, it was a sound too animal, too wild, echoing with that underwater resonance, his clicking turning feral, primal, echoing into the blue. His movement grew rougher, demanding, hard and fast inside me like some magnificent, untamed creature of the sea, unstoppable and so beautifully relentless. His mouth found mine, greedy and searing, then trailed messily along my jaw to my throat. His tongue lapping, his teeth scraping just enough to make me moan, the sting thrilling, every sensation made sharper by the water that wrapped us in living silk. I wanted everything, his bruising kisses, his teeth, the ache and the sweetness, I wanted it all and more.
Then, suddenly, he stilled as waves of release tore through me, fierce and overwhelming. I clung to him, nails sinking into his slick skin, breath caught as the world spun out of control.
We stayed like that, bodies tangled, my arms around his shoulders, legs locked around his waist, with Delmar still buried deep inside as we rode the aftershocks.
Time slipped away, weightless and slow, until the world felt real again, every nerve buzzing, every sense humming with what we'd shared. At last, Delmar's cock slid free from my trembling body and my legs slipped from his waist. He gathered me up, cradling me with care, his arms strong and sure as he swam upwards. And before I could blink, before I could remember how to breathe, we had breached the surface, emerging from water to air, still wrapped in the glow of everything we'd become beneath the waves.
"I can walk," I croaked, my voice so rough and shaky it barely sounded like my own. Each word trembled in the salty breeze still clinging to my skin.
Delmar didn't break stride. His arms tightened beneath me, and he shot me a sidelong glance, a playful glint in his eyes. "No chance, guppy. I'm not letting you go, not after what we just did." He carried me easily along the winding cliff pathway, the night air humming with our shared heat, the ocean curling below, silver with moonlight.
Once inside, he set me on the bed, so gentle, as if I might break then slid in beside me, strong arms looping around my waist, lips brushing across my shoulder and collarbone, leaving trails of warmth on my cooling skin.
My cheeks burned. "So..." I ventured, shy and raw, "how was it?"
I felt his lips curl into a smile against my neck. He pressed closer, water still gleaming in his hair. "Better than I could ever imagine. Honestly, if I didn't think you'd be sore, I'd drag you right back under."
My cock twitched, rebellious and needy. I grinned, a little wicked, grabbing his hand and guiding it between my thighs. "No, I'll be fine. See? Ready for round two."
He chuckled, rough and sexy. "Yeah, well, I'm not just talking about your dick, Kash." He squeezed, teasing. "Did you feel the sting?"
A flicker of memory—a sudden, strange heat. "I... There was this sharp pain, but I couldn't really tell..."
His hand traced up, comforting. "You've got an egg sac, Kash. When an Alpha comes, there's a stinger on the tip. It...well, it stings the egg sac and deposits sperm. When it stings you feel a slight pain, It's normal. But you'll need a little time to heal."
Oh. The idea sent a ripple of something wild through me. "So... Does that mean I'm pregnant now?"
He grinned, shaking his head. "Nah. You're not ovulating tonight, your egg sacs are empty."
I watched him, trying to glimpse everything in his gaze. "You can... tell? Like, you just know when I'm—?"
He sheepishly scratched at his jaw. "Yeah. I can smell it on you. You'll feel different, too. Hornier, honestly. Omegas only start ovulating after some, uh, regular sex with their Alpha." His voice dipped, shy and deep.
"This is... kind of amazing. I feel like I should be taking notes or something."
He grinned, kissing my hair. "You have all the time in the world to figure yourself out."
A new thought hit me. "Will I lay eggs?" My voice went high, almost embarrassed.
He laughed, warm and real. "Nope. You'll give birth like humans do. Much smaller babies, though—they eat this special diet made by the village elders, and it helps them grow fast."
"So I won't breastfeed?" I blurted, half-joking but half-curious.
He looked at me, an eyebrow raised. "Do you want to, scientist?"
I flushed. "No! I mean... it was—for research. Just, um, curiosity."
Delmar's eyes danced with mischief. "Omegas don't have mammary glands—only the females do, and they only birth more females. You, Kash, are safe."
I let that settle, the strange wonder of it filling me up. "Okay," I murmured.
"Okay?" he echoed, smirking, then pulling me tight again, tangling our bodies together, skin to skin, the quiet cocoon of the room spinning around us.
"Yeah," I sighed, grinning slyly. "Now we can cuddle."
He snuggled in tighter, arms like anchors.
A few heartbeats passed, hearts slowing, breaths steadying. In the hush, I whispered, "I really like your dick, Delmar."
He burst out laughing, the sound loud and alive in the dark, echoing off the walls and inside my ribcage music, joy, everything.
And I thought: there's nowhere in all the sea I'd rather be.