292: Passing Moments

on October 4, 2008 in Book 11

In Which Mackenzie Turns Down A Pearl Necklace

So, there we stood… Feejee and I, alone in the dark room. I was naked. She was skinned, her chest unadorned except for the gold barbells. Her eyes were still halfway transformed, green jewels set in pools of inky blackness.

Despite both of our fears and misgivings, we’d decided to do it, to take the plunge… for me, it was a step forward in discovering my sexual identity. For Feejee, it would be a tantalizing taste of a primal pleasure that was forbidden to her while she walked among humans. For both of us, it was sure to be one hell of an intimate experience.

I realized that, with Feejee’s feral impulses turned harmlessly on the most secret and sensitive part of my body, this could very easily be the most intense encounter I’d been through yet.

And it was going to begin at any moment.


Any moment…

“Do you want to start?” she asked, after the silence had stretched on past the point of awkwardness.

“I… um… think you have to, actually,” I said. “I could lay back down. Unless… did you want to throw me down?”

“I don’t really want to make too much noise,” she said.

“Okay,” I said. I sat down on the rug, my legs stretched out in front of me. “Whenever, you know, you’re ready.”

“Okay,” Feejee said. She rocked back and forth on her heels a couple times, looking all around the room except at me. “Oh… should I use the sauce?”

“Um, I don’t think that would be pleasant,” I said.

“It tasted fine everywhere else.”

“I meant for me,” I said, remembering my misadventures with the warming oil. “That’s a very sensitive place.”


“Feejee, ten minutes ago, you were so into it you were going to do it whether or not I wanted it,” I said. “What happened?”

“I don’t know… it was a real exciting idea in the heat of the moment, but then the thumping and yelling kind of knocked me out of it,” she said. “Maybe… maybe the fire killed my appetite, or maybe the moment kind of passed?”

“I guess maybe it did,” I said, not sure whether to feel disappointed or relieved.

I wondered if my display of power, my insistence that I wasn’t food, might have permanently shifted my classification in Feejee’s head. She wasn’t interested in having me as a sexual partner… or at least, not in that alone… so if I wasn’t registering as prey anymore, there would be no eating of any sort.

“Sorry,” she said.

“Don’t be,” I said. “It’s not like I don’t have other, you know, options, if I want to… do stuff.”

“I guess I should get my jewelry back on, huh?” she said.

“Yeah, you don’t want to lose any of that stuff,” I said.

“Oh, it’s not a big deal… it’s just pretty junk, to us. It’s the only thing from ships that doesn’t get ruined by the water, so we tend to collect a lot of it,” she said. She went over to the desk and lifted up a long gold necklace. She looked at it. “Hey, do you want some of this? A strand of pearls, or something?”

“Oh, I couldn’t…”

“Come on, we’re friends,” she said.

“It’s too much,” I said.

“It isn’t to me!”

“Chances are, whatever you give me, I’d end up having to sell, sooner or later,” I said. “I need money a lot more than I need jewelry.”

“Oh, I could help there!” Feejee said. “We had to locate a jeweler for converting it to money, before I came here.”

I shook my head.

“I’ve already had too many friends giving me money,” I said. “This would just be… well, it would be way too much on top of that.”

“You are so stubborn,” she said, her nostrils flaring. She lifted the necklace that was in her hands and turned towards me. “I’m going to give this to you. I think it’s unbreakable or something, anyway, which would probably be a good thing… you know, considering. Keep it, wear it, sell it, or throw it away… it’s a gift, you do what you want with it.”

“In that case, I’m giving it back to you,” I said.

“You just try it and… and… I’ll drag you out to the river,” she said. It was kind of chilling how unchilling she made this sound. It wasn’t a threat, or at least not a dire one, in her books… just something she might do in the course of things. So much for the category shift idea. She thrust the necklace towards me. “Take it!”

“No, Feejee,” I said, pushing her hand away. “I’m serious.”

“So am I!” she said angrily, taking the gold chain in both her hands and lifting it over my head. “I want you to have it!”

I put my hands up to try to fend it off, gently… even if the chain was reinforced, I didn’t want to hurt her. My wrists got tangled in the long chain and Feejee tried to get it untangled with brute force. She pressed forward, throwing a loop over my head, and I tried to step back, but the rug had become a bit bunched up under my feet and I lost my balance.

I fell backwards, the chain pulling Feejee down on top of me. We landed with her face inches from mine, my arms hopelessly ensnared by the chain.

“Uh… sorry?” I said feebly. She looked seriously pissed.

“You make everything difficult, don’t you?” she said. She was panting hard. I could feel the cool puffs of her breath on my cheek.

“Feejee, it’s not that…”

“Shut up,” she said, and her eyes blacked over. I thought I heard a faint sound, like a rippling noise, this time. She licked my face. “Just… be quiet and let me enjoy you.”

Yeah, so much for the theory.

She nibbled my cheek, then caught my lip between her teeth and tugged gently on it, growling softly as she sucked on it. I whimpered, and she bit down. The jolt of pain sent shockwaves rippling throughout my body, coalescing down below into the first glimmers of pleasure. She kept up the pressure, sucking on the tender trapped flesh, and then released it.

Her little bites around my chin tickled me, though I kept from laughing with an effort. She slid down my body, her arms disentangling from the chain. Instantly, I had a lot more slack, though I did nothing but move my arms to a more comfortable position down at my side. The movement caught her attention, and she grabbed my wrist and pulled it up to her face.

“I can feel your pulse,” she whispered, holding the underside of my wrist up to her cheek and rubbing it against her face. “I can smell your humanity, buried under that volcano musk.” She looked down at my face, fixing me with her chilling black eyes. I fought against the waves of terror, with some success… I wasn’t completely frozen, but I was still scared half witless.

My arm trembled in her hands, and she bit down on my wrist. The pain was sweet and intense, but only for a second… then she shifted up a few inches to a meatier feeding ground. She latched on and shook my arm like a dog with a bone, then let it go and pulled my hand towards her. Her face was changing… not transforming, but changing expression. She was starting to look more playful, like she was getting past her stronger instincts and trying to enjoy herself.

“Such sweet little fishies,” she said, playing with my hand. She wrapped her hand around my index finger and stroked it up and down, tickling it. “I wonder what they taste like?”

She pulled my finger into her mouth, and sucked firmly, circling it with her tongue. She murmured appreciatively, and I groaned in pleasure. Then she bit down hard at the second knuckle, and my groan became a scream. She moaned around the living morsel, as if the infliction of pain brought her greater pleasure. Maybe it did.

She released that finger with a gasp and went on to the next one, working her way down to my little pinky finger, which she paid special attention to, lingering longer, sucking more and then biting harder and then starting over again.

“Oh, Mother Sky,” she said, turning her gaze towards me. “If you ever want to give me a present, Mack, just cut off one of these. I mean, you have ten of them, and I’m sure they can heal them back.”

I don’t know what I would have said to that, if she hadn’t had her paralyzing stare on me. She sucked on the webbing between my thumb and hand for a bit, then let it drop and fell down upon me again, biting my shoulder first and then moving down and across towards the center.

She nipped and sucked and licked a path down the center of my chest, her teeth touching the sides of my breasts. She was taking a straight line path now, but the feeling of her mouth there, her powerful jaws so close to my sensitive breasts, was almost as arresting as her gaze… and a lot more exciting.

The pain of her bites was starting to fade, leaving only pleasure behind. I could feel the excitement growing within me, the way it did when Amaranth administered her expert paddling… the scrape of Feejee’s teeth against my skin as she went over the gentle outward curve of my belly towards my navel was like Amaranth’s nails tracing patterns on my skin, but with the added benefits of tongue and occasional suction.

There was no doubt where she was heading. It was happening. It was really happening. I felt anxious. My breathing was hard and fast, but it was as though the cold chain was constricting around my chest.. In spite of all my experiences, despite the barriers I’d broken down with help from Amaranth and Steff, this was still huge.

A mouth on my pussy… I wouldn’t have much excuse for not letting Amaranth tongue my backdoor if I went through with this. Could I go through with it, though? The tightness in my chest was getting worse as Feejee went lower and lower.

She stopped at my belly button and sucked and nibbled in circles around it, sometimes flicking her tongue over the little hole. It was ticklish, in the best and worst way. I could feel the bright ball of budding pleasure building up deep inside me, and even as a panicked voice whispered no, no, no in the back of my head, something lower was urging Feejee on.

It seemed like she was content to play with my tummy, though, for the time being.

“You’ve put on weight,” she said. “Since that time you slept naked in the bathtub.”

“Maybe… maybe I’ll start eating less dessert,” I said.

“I think you should eat more.” She rested her chin on my stomach. She was laying between my legs. She had been, but it was just hitting me. She just barely have to move, and she was there. “Hey, what are you doing for winter break?”

“Staying here.”

“Us, too,” she said. “It’s way too far to even visit the ocean. You don’t have anywhere to go?”

“No, I don’t really have any family,” I said. All that way and she was just going to stop and chat? “Why?”

“Io and I were talking, and we think that if we’re going to do you for real, that’d be the best time,” she said. “Fewer people around, and if you just don’t come back next semester… probably wouldn’t be so many questions, you know? Hey, you have a magic knife somewhere, right?”

“Not anymore. Feejee… I wouldn’t help you kill me,” I said. “I’d fight you, and probably win.”

Really?” It was kind of scary how much this kind of thing confused her. “I thought that now that we were friends…”

“Friendship doesn’t work like that.”

“Well, I’ve never been friends with a humanblood and you’ve probably never been friends with a mermaid,” Feejee said. “I think we probably have to work out some things for ourselves.”

“If you want to be my friend, you have to stop talking about killing me.”

“Okay, I won’t talk about it.”

All those logic classes, and I’d still worded that completely wrong. Before I could figure out what to say next, though, Feejee had scooted herself down further. Her head was now in position.

You can convince the homicidal fish person that your life has intrinsic value after she brings you to a screaming orgasm, I thought to myself. Moments were such fragile things… there was no sense in ruining this one.

She slid down even further, to the position where she’d been before I’d kicked the floor and set off the people downstairs, but this time she ignored my legs and simply crept forward by slow, painful degrees. My skin tingled all over, like it had been freshly rubbed with her jalapeno berry stuff. I felt a burning sense of fullness growing within me.

I was wet, waiting, and… well, maybe not quite ready, but ready or not, here she came.

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3 Responses to “292: Passing Moments”

  1. C says:

    Why do I have the feeling they are about to be interrupted?

    Current score: 4
    • Jimmy Joe III says:

      Because that’s how this story works.

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  2. Sahsa says:

    “You can convince the homicidal fish person that your life has intrinsic value /after/ she brings you to a screaming orgasm.”

    Tales of MU in a single sentence.

    Current score: 14