The Captain’s Observant Relationship with His Island

Tom stood by the little wheelhouse next to Captain Brown, who was now puffing on a pipe.

“Thanks for being prompt, Tom lad,” Captain Brown said, waving his pipe end around the cove. “Do you know which house is mine?”

“No, Captain Brown,” Tom replied, “how could I know?” He could see Sarah’s cottage to the right of them above the low cliffs and was sure that was Sarah outside sunning herself already.

“Just Captain will be ok whilst you are on my boat. That house up there is mine,” Captain Brown pointed with the end of his pipe up to a big house on the left side of the cove, higher up on a hill above the cliffs.

“Do you know why I live there Tom?” Captain Brown asked but answered it himself, “I can see anything that comes around the cliff path opposite from Church Cove.”

Tom gulped, thinking he knew what may be coming next.

“Can you see my good Bitch wife waving from the top window?” Captain Brown waved back, and Tom could see her, waving nervously.

“When I am at sea, she keeps a lookout after storms from that window and saw you two mornings ago walk along the cliff path. She saw you talk to Sarah and enter her cottage,” Captain Brown said.

“I’ll cut to the chase Tom, I know you didn’t come through our Church Cove, which means that you have come here from a parallel world and to date that has only brought danger to my village.”

“If Sarah hadn’t come out that afternoon to sunbathe, you would have been met by a pack, run down, and this would be a very different boat trip,” Captain Brown said.

“You have won Sarah and Kitty over, and for that reason, have some trust in you, both speaking out in your favour.”

Tom felt sick, but not from being at sea.

“Last night you put up a convincing act, I tip my hat off to you,” Captain Brown said, looking directly at Tom.

“Now, I can help you, I can predict which night another storm will occur for you to return to your homeworld. You would only have to take a walk, stop at the right spot, and be transported back to your world,” Captain Brown said.

“No, I wouldn’t want to go,” Tom replied, thinking this may decide his future here.

“Even if you could guarantee that I could return to the correct parallel world, I don’t want to go. I like it here. I love Sarah and Kitty, and I even like you fisherdogs,” Tom said.

“I have nothing left to go back to, no job, no girlfriend, no house, nothing,” Tom explained.

“Haha, I am so glad you have said that Tom. We’ve been watching you like hawks, and Sarah is alive and well,” Captain Brown said.

“You impressed me last night. You are still on thin ice, mind you, but for now, you can stay. Stay here, that is, no wandering off away from the cove, not just yet,” Captain Brown confirmed.

“Thanks, I appreciate that. So how does this transporting between parallel worlds work, especially as you can predict them?” Tom asked.

“Well, it’s embarrassing really,” Captain Brown said. “We travel globally using teleportation by bending space, not the dated de-constructing and re-constructing bodies at a cellular level.”

“The teleportation research station nearby cut corners, and portals resulted from a lack of understanding and control,” Captain Brown explained.

“Now strict rules control the operation of teleportation stations, and no new conduits are permissible without worldwide agreement,” Captain Brown said.

“We think these portals not only cross worlds but time also, scarily. Once these accidents happened, history changed. Records showed events no one could recollect during living history, so we knew these weren’t in our original timeline,” Captain Brown said.

“So effectively, they don’t know if our timeline matches yours. Simple things were apparent, even the cove’s name changed,” Captain Brown said.

“Ah, so it isn’t called Cadgwith Cove anymore then?” Tom asked.

“No, how do you know that?” Captain Brown replied.

“Because that’s its name in my world,” Tom said.

“Well, about the time the problems first started, all the maps and signposts changed to Dogwatch Cove. Signalling that the conduits had appeared historically and our timeline had changed,” Captain Brown explained.

“We also know that landmasses aren’t the same between worlds. Some portals appear over the sea, sometimes depositing travellers in the sea, and we think visa versa,” Captain Brown said.

“Some travellers aren’t mammals like us. The Merpeople also keep a vigil on the cliffs and have found lizard-like creatures deposited in the sea, thankfully the last record of this was hundreds of years ago,” Captain Brown said.

“Unfortunately, none of these travellers are like you. Some have been quite violent in the past,” Captain Brown said.

“Luckily it seems technology doesn’t seem to pass through the portals, as one violent traveller was wearing some form of a military uniform with locations for weapons on his person,” Captain Brown said.

“Ah, that is why my phone and watch didn’t come with me,” Tom said.

“So what happens to the souls that appear and take a fishing trip with you? Do you feed them to the Mermaids?” Tom asked.

“Haha, that old wives’ tale. No, of course not. How barbaric do you think we are? I take them along the coast to the corporation sanitarium, although I haven’t done that trip in years,” Captain Brown said.

“They don’t live long, even when surrounded by human doctors and nurses; they just can’t cope with the initial travel. You’re a lucky one as you’re not exhibiting any of the usual signs of lunacy!”

“Well, that satisfies me, and I have a proposition, the real reason for this trip,” Captain Brown said, looking sheepish.

“You met Becky, my daughter last night. Well, all her bitch friends, she went to school with, have dog friends, ready to share university with, but not Becky. None of the dogs in the area will court her out of respect for me as her father,” Captain Brown said.

“As a result, she has a bad temperament and short with everyone, except this morning,” Captain Brown left that hanging and looked at Tom.

“This morning, she was completely different, nice, charming. We even heard her singing in her bedroom. We don’t know what made the difference, but Brenda said it was your stern command that she responded to and put her on the straight and narrow,” Captain Brown said.

“Ha-ha, no it wasn’t, it was 3 orgasms and a blow job,” Tom thought to himself, Jeez I know how to walk a tightrope.

“So with all the regional dogs as good as out of bounds, she will see you as some kind of trophy,” Captain Brown said.

“Trophy, How?” Tom asked.

“Well, unfortunately, she overheard her mother’s nickname you `Sarah’s sex toy’, as it seemed as if she had you locked in her cottage. So you know, if she wins you, she will have her own sex toy trophy,” Captain Brown said.

“I err, I am not sure what you mean Captain,” Tom said, but was starting to cotton on.

“Court her, bed her, break her virginity, for goodness’ sake do I have to spell it out?” Captain Brown said, frustrated at being forced to say it out loud and glancing away to avoid eye contact.

Shite, thought Tom, too late mate!

“Just for the summer, so she will go to university, with a notch on her bedpost, so to speak,” Captain Brown explained.

“There she will meet dogs from other areas that aren’t influenced by my position, for them to take her as a mate,” Captain Brown said.

They stopped talking, and Tom thought on this odd task.

The cove was now well behind them, and as they followed the coast along, Tom enjoyed the view, looking out at the cliffs of the coast a mile or two away.

A flash of colour caught his eye, and Tom turned to see what it was.

“What is that, Captain?” Tom asked, pointing to the flash of colour.

“Ah, that’s just a seagull,” Captain Brown replied, smiling.

“Not just any seagull, Tom,” Captain Brown said, “that’s my daughter, Becky, waving at you from the top of the cliff.”

The sun glinted off the waves as Tom peered over the edge of the boat, his eyes scanning the water below. There, by a large rock, an orange flash of colour caught his attention. A buoy bobbed up and down, but not in sync with the wave motion.

“Errr, Captain, should buoys’ bob up and down, like that one over there?” Tom asked, pointing.

“Nope, no buoys there Tom, that’s Mermaid cove, we don’t crab pot or fish there, we have agreements with the Merpeople,” Captain Brown replied, his eyes fixed on the buoy.

The captain handed Tom a tall bucket with glass-bottomed handles, “When we get close, lean over the rail and see if you can see the crab pot below, it is deep there so it will be dark.”

Tom took the bucket and peered into the water. Sun glare made it impossible to see anything, but as he leaned over further, his cat’s eyes kicked in and he could see clearly.

“It’s a large cage, deep down, with a large fish. No, it is a mermaid, her hands are tied. She is pulling on the buoy rope, she looks in a bad way,” Tom exclaimed.

“That’s not a cage, judging by the buoy it is a deep ocean crab pot, they’re illegal inshore. My fishing gear can’t pull that weight, you will have to swim down and release her. I am too old to swim that deep. Save her Tom, take my knife, just cut her bonds then give her the knife. Then get back up to the surface as fast as you can,” Captain Brown ordered.

Tom stripped off naked and stood on the rail of the boat, the captain passing him a knife, which he held in his teeth. The captain spun the wheel and increased speed, heading towards the buoy.

Tom took a deep breath and dived into the cold water, the shock trying to cause him to breathe in. He bit down on the knife, his mind focused on the mermaid below.

Her eyes looked relieved, but she knew it was too deep for him. He noticed she had a gag in her mouth, and her bound arms were reaching through the netting, giving him unobstructed access to the rope binding around her wrists.

With a few swift cuts, the rope bonds were broken, and the mermaid snatched the knife off him. Tom turned and kicked off the cage, starting the return swim to the surface.

But he had been down too long, his lungs burning, his muscles aching, and his vision blurring. Then he felt arms around him, his speed increasing surface wards, but he blacked out before they broke the surface.

He came round as he vomited water, bobbing on the surface with powerful arms around him and what must be the mermaid behind. Her skin felt almost rubbery and smooth.

Captain Brown was looking down at him from the boat, “Well done Tom, you have just saved the mermaid Pisces and then she saved you.”

“Do you feel better, can you breathe ok?” Pisces asked, her voice soft and melodious.

Tom nodded, feeling his lungs recover with each breath. Pisces kept a firm hold on him, her breasts pushing against his back as she swam backwards, watching Captain Brown roar off down the coast.

They swam back to the buoy, and Pisces dove to the cage, Tom transfixed watching her for as long as one breath would allow. Her hair and breasts buoyant in the water, the way she swam smoothly with her powerful tail, curving around in loops, working her way around the cage.

She surfaced next to Tom, saying, “Come on, I will take you to the kelp forest.” She slowly swam off towards the narrow inlet, where the water was shallower, and Pisces was diving to swim just below the surface.

Tom dropped his head underwater, seeing the long, flat fingers of kelp seaweed reaching up to them, like a forest from the seabed. They swam through the thick of it, Tom losing sight of Pisces as she swam in and out, disappearing to reappear next to him faster than he could run, let alone swim.

The kelp brushed alongside Tom, feeling like velvet. Pisces swam out of view, not re-appearing. Tom popped his head up to breathe, gasping, and felt a warm cushion wrap around his limp, dangling dick.

“Hi,” Pisces said, her voice husky, as she looked up at him with a mischievous grin.

Her hands reached up and tickled his back passage, and her tail-flick sent them moving forward, feeling the stroke of kelp along his body and her lips on his shaft.

She released him and slid up his body, her tail angling him upwards so he didn’t have to bend his neck backwards out of the water to breathe. She surfaced face to face, grinning, kissing him passionately and saying, “You are bigger than mermen. Do you like that?”

“Yes, I do like it, you are the best princess I’ve ever saved, in-fact you are the only one,” Tom replied, trying to sound suave.

Pisces slipped back below the waves, returning her mouth to envelop his mast, Tom feeling himself on the verge of spilling over. Her powerful tail kept him above water as she played the piper on his mast, tickling his balls and his rear passage.

His hands no longer having to maintain him afloat could reach down and stroke her head, her hair floating around her like a vision in a painting.

Pisces kissed him once more, her salty lips warm and passionate. “Now it’s your turn to explore, come into the shallows,” she whispered, swimming deeper into the narrow inlet. Tom followed, the kelp brushing against him as he swam, and two seals popped up alongside, playingfully.

“Ignore them, they just want to play,” Pisces laughed, dipping her head into the water. Tom heard a high-pitched squeak and the seals looked at Pisces, then at him, before swimming under his stomach, slapping his mast aside with their fins. Pisces’ head popped up, laughing.

Halfway into the inlet, the water was barely a foot deep, with a shingle bed. Pisces led him to the seabed, her tail bobbing up and down in the calmer water. They kissed, and she guided his hand to her crutch. At first, he felt her fish scale skin, but her fingers caught a flap, guiding his fingers in, and he felt a warm dampness.

“Mmmm, Tom, you seem more experienced than the mermen,” Pisces confirmed, nibbling his ear and stroking his mast.

Tom wished he could go down on her, but the fish scales made it impossible. With that barrier, he felt like he was missing a delicacy. Tom’s mast was now rigid, and Pisces was panting at his fingers’ intrusions. Her hips thrust at him, and she pulled him over to straddle her.

Her hands guided his hand away, then his stiff shaft in. At first, it was an awkward shuffle, but the fish scale skin eventually gave way, and he felt his shaft slide in. Pisces panted, “Please, fuck me, be my sex toy, like the others.”

Tom’s eyes widened, surprised by her request. “Whaaat?” he exclaimed, keeping inside her but propping himself up to look at her face.

“The mermen on watch saw you with Sarah and Kitty, and they joked that you were their sex toy,” Pisces explained, her voice husky. “It impressed them that you’re the first off-worlder to stay alive.”

“Oh, jeez, that nickname again,” Tom said, feeling a twinge of embarrassment. “If it pleases you, Pisces.”

“Yes, it does,” Pisces whispered, her eyes sparkling.

Despite the awkwardness, Tom focused on his strokes, sliding in and out, but it was difficult to maintain his position on the loose shingle seabed. Pisces panted and gasped, and Tom could feel her tempo rising.

She felt different, her breasts squashed beneath him, her skin rubbery and warm. The water was warm, and they moved in unison. Tom could feel Pisces’ tempo rising, and he leaned onto her, taking the weight off his elbows.

“Oh, oh, oh, Tom, Tom, Oooooooo, woooowweee,” Pisces screamed, holding him tight. Tom felt the gush of her juices around his stiff mast, but he was just not there, and he doubted if he could arrive.

He held her back and slowly withdrew. Pisces showered him with kisses and hugs, but soon noticed he was still rock hard. “Tom, you’re not satisfied?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

“Oh, yes, I am, lovely,” Tom lied, trying to hide his disappointment.

Pisces looked at him with a hint of doubt, but Tom reassured her, “No, no, it’s just with the shingle and the fish scales. I just can’t get it on.”

Pisces nodded, understanding, and said, “Normally, we would be in deep water, swimming together. It’s wonderful, but as a human, you could drown.”

Tom nodded, and Pisces swam off, back to the kelp forest. A while later, she returned with six dead fish trapped in her fingers. “I’ll need to eat these later,” she said, finding a rock pool in one of the larger rocks and sinking the fish in.

Pisces swam up to the waters’ edge of the little beach, heading to where the waterfalls streamed down the rocky beach to enter the ocean. Tom waded through the water to help her, and she moved rocks aside to flip-flop up the shallow stream bed.

They settled into a shallow freshwater stream pool, higher up the small beach, away from the sea. “I’m not sure what you’re trying to do,” Tom said, confused.

“Don’t worry, the freshwater will do the trick,” Pisces explained. “But while we’re waiting, I want to ask you, when you were looking for me, down in the dark water, as you swam to rescue me. Your eyes weren’t human.”

Tom explained how he understood how nano-bots worked and that it now seemed he had cat’s night-vision eyes and cats’ improved sense of smell. He thought it was better to avoid mentioning Becky at this time.

“Ah, that explains it,” Pisces said, smiling. “Maybe we can swap more nano-bots and see what you come up with.”

The sun had moved around, and the inlet was now warm. Tom realized he was sat naked on a rock, but as he glanced nervously around, he realized that no one on the cliff tops could see them. The curvature of the cliffs on either side and the overgrown undergrowth above effectively hid the beach.

“So, why is this called Mermaids Cove?” Tom asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

“We like to come here to sunbathe in the shallows,” Pisces explained. “It’s not overlooked from the cliff, and we can play with the mermen in the kelp forest. We like our anonymity.”

As Tom watched, Pisces’ tail began to transform, peeling away from her waist like a snake skin. Her legs emerged, strong and muscular, the same blue as her body.

“Our tails are like snake skin,” Pisces explained. “Only a few of us can shed it like this, some never do it in their lifetimes, but I’ve been encouraged to practice.”

Pisces wiped strands of skin off her legs and washed them with freshwater. Tom was aghast, she was beautiful, blue and white, naked, sat on a beach in front of him. He had checked out her smooth pubic region as soon as it was exposed.

She slowly stood up, and Tom rushed up to stand beside her, holding her hands to steady her. They stood under the little streams waterfall, letting the water wash over them, and then kissed passionately.

Pisces was stunning in the water as a mermaid, but standing on two legs under a waterfall, she was like an exotic alien. Tom’s hands wandered over her entire body, her breasts wonderful, and she moaned as he fondled and kissed them.

Her hands returned to his half-limp mast, working it back up to full mast. His hand dropped to her smooth hips, running around to her bonnet, running a tentative finger down, and she moaned slightly.

This time, there was no fight for entry. Tom felt her pleasure palace lips and then a damp, warm, slippery route inside her. He found her pleasure button, and she gasped. His finger teased around it, her hips responding with slight rotations.

“Mmmmm, Tom, can we try again?” Pisces invited, her voice husky.

She walked higher up to a dry shingle patch of beach and sat down, pulling Tom down with her. Tom’s finger reached her pleasure palace between her legs and slipped back in.

“Mmmmm, you know where to find it,” Pisces whispered, her eyes sparkling.

Tom led down between her legs, tucked his arms under her thighs, reached up over to her breasts with his hands, and tucked his head down, kissing her smooth bonnet. Wanting to bathe in her pool.

“Mmmmmm, Mmmmm, MMmmm,” Pisces moaned, her hips rotating in time with Tom’s finger.

Tom’s tongue searched downwards, passed her palace lips, and found the button, licking it, and resulting in Pisces writhing in pleasure.

“Mmmmmm, Mmmmm, MMmmm,” Pisces screamed, her hips thrusting up into Tom’s tongue.

Tom drifted his way up her body, kissing her as he went, pausing at her little breast, wondering if he could express milk from her. He tried, but apart from her squealing in pleasure, no milk.

As he got to her lips, they kissed, and Tom guided his shaft to her palace lips down below. With his tip feeling her wetness, she moaned, and he slowly slipped in.

“MMmmm OOoooo Yeeeeesss,” Pisces screamed, her hips bucking in time with Tom’s strokes.

This was much better; he could slide all the way in. She was tight but lubricated, sliding his foreskin smoothly back, his bare tip tenderly feeling her inside. They embraced and ground their hips and bodies together, Tom ecstatic.

Pisces wrapped her legs over the back of his and hooked her ankles behind his thighs, holding him up into her. Her legs were stronger than his and locked them together. Now he could put his hands on her hips and push himself up to drive up into her.

“Umph, umph, umph, umph,” Pisces grunted, in time with Tom’s strokes.

Tom felt the rush of pleasure, and Pisces’ body responded, her hips rotating in time with his. They moved together, their bodies in perfect sync, and Tom knew he had found something special with Pisces.

Pisces beamed up at Tom, her hands flicking her hair back to reveal her white breasts and small nipples. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she writhed beneath him, their legs clasped together.

“Tom, fuck me, yes, yes, yes, umph, umph, umph,” she begged.

Tom was in the zone, his tempo increasing as he drove into her. He could feel her muscles spasm as she climaxed, her strong, powerful legs pulling him deeper into her.

“Tom, yes, yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck meee,” Pisces shrieked at him, grinding her hips to drain every drop of him.

Tom felt his familiar pre-cum twinge and gave another deep thrust as his own orgasm released, spilling into her. They released each other to flop on the beach in the sun, exhausted.

“Oh, Tom, that was wonderful,” Pisces said, her voice husky with desire. “We will have to meet here at the next full moon and do this again under the stars.”

I’m sorry there is no way I can swim here from the cove, it is way too far,” Tom said, trying to catch his breath.

“Haha, silly,” Pisces giggled. “Look under the cliff over there, there is a path and stairs cut into the cliff, overgrown with grass and bracken. You can walk along the cliff path to reach here.”

Now he looked hard, he could see a narrow path edging along the side of the cliff, initially heading out to the rocks then curving back to the main cliff. He got up and looked closer, climbing up part of the way, until the debris on the cliff stairs hurt his feet.

“Wow, that has been there a long time,” Tom said, impressed by the ancient path.

“It was how we used to communicate with the Cove’s top dog in the old days,” Pisces explained. “Merpeople used to meet with the top dog here in the past and discuss issues. Umm, Tom, you being the sex toy that you are, can I ask you something?”

“Yes, of course,” Tom replied, intrigued.

“Can you do it like dogs? Do you like it?” Pisces asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Oh, you mean doggy style? Yes, and I do like it,” Tom said, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Pisces got on all fours with her blue bum in the air. Tom reached over and eased his finger into her pleasure palace from behind, feeling a thrill of excitement.

“No. Not there, in my other hole,” Pisces said, her voice husky with desire. “Mermen refuse to consider it, especially with our tails and fish scales in the way, but we see dogs doing it up on the cliffs in the bushes. They say it is very pleasurable. So whilst I am bipedal, and in the presence of a genuine sex toy, I would like to experience it.”

Tom, a little embarrassed, changed tack and licked her puckered rear star. Pisces let out a soft mmmm, enjoying the sensation.

“Mmmm, that tickles, nicely,” she said, her voice husky with pleasure.

Whilst licking her rear star entrance, Tom used his fingers to gather juices from her pleasure purse and then placed a finger on her rear flower. As he saw it relax, he inserted his lubricated finger.

“Mmmmm. Strange but nice,” Pisces said, her eyes closed in rapture.

Tom slowly eased his finger in and out, whilst also wrapping his other arm around her leg and teased her pleasure palace with his other fingers.

“MMmmm, Tom,” Pisces moaned, her voice husky with desire.

Her rear star muscle was tight on his finger, but she was relaxing and he was working both hands slowly in unison.

“Mmmmmm,” Pisces said, her voice filled with pleasure.

Tom spat some saliva onto a second finger and introduced it to her, initially resisting but relaxing as his licking calmed her.

“Mmmmm, that is tight, but keep doing it, it is nice,” Pisces said, her voice husky with desire.

Just then, Pisces pointed to a dark patch of seaweed by a nearby rock. “Grab a handful, it’s all slimy and acts as a perfect lubricant,” she said, her voice husky with excitement.

Tom picked up the seaweed, feeling its slimy texture between his fingers. He returned with two handfuls of slime-covered seaweed and squat down behind Pisces, wiping it generously around her beautiful blue cheeks and around his now rigid shaft.

“It leaves her glistening in the sun,” Tom thought to himself, his eyes fixed on Pisces’s rear.

He stroked her with his fingers and his two fingers now slipped in effortlessly.

“Mmmm yes, that is it,” Pisces said, her voice husky with desire.

Tom returned to his stereo manipulation of her pleasure palace and her rear pleasure tunnel, slowly driving in and out.

“Mmmm, yes, mmm, now impregnate me,” Pisces begged, her voice husky with desire.

Tom wiped his shaft with the slimy seaweed once more and liberally on Pisces.

“Oooo, that is cold, come inside me Tom, warm me up inside,” Pisces said, her voice husky with desire.

Tom engaged his shaft tip with the star ringed target that glistened with slime and winked at him in anticipation.

At first, he couldn’t enter, then Pisces relaxed and his shaft’s head entered her.

“OOoo, Arghh, you are so big Tom, slowly,” Pisces said, her voice husky with desire.

Tom felt how tight she was around him and didn’t push too hard, initially just probing, gradually increasing his depth into her in slow rhythmic movements.

“Mmm, mmm, ooh, that is nicer now…MMm, oooo,” Pisces moaned, her voice husky with pleasure.

He was still only about halfway in, but it was incredible for Tom, she was so tight.

Judging from her moans and grinding hips, she was enjoying it as well.

Tom’s foreskin was painfully pulling back now so on the next stroke backwards, Tom seaweed slimed his shaft again, stroking her muscle with the slime.

He could now go deeper with less resistance.

Suddenly he was as deep as he could go, so he gripped her hips and started driving slowly in and out of her.

“Yes, oomph, yes, oomph,” Pisces moaned, her voice husky with desire.

Pisces arms reached back to him, so he gripped her wrists, pulling her back onto him as he looked down at her glistening, slime-covered rear peaches and he increased his tempo.

“MMmph, yes, oomph, oomph,” Pisces moaned, her voice husky with pleasure.

Then, remembering his experience with Sarah, he pulled her arms to bring her upright; she arched her back to thrust her rear into him.

He released her wrists and his one hand held her upright by holding onto her breast.

His other hand drifted down her front, between her legs to her pleasure palace lips, slipped inside to find her orgasm trigger and teased it.

“Eeeek, oomph, oomph, oomph,” Pisces moaned in time with his thrusts.

They were now slapping together in the slime, with each engaging thrust.

Tom was excited by Pisces’s whole body’s rubbery texture at every point of contact with his body.

He could feel her body give him feedback from his penetrations and his hand’s teasing on her orgasm trigger, teasing it round and round.

“Yes, yes, yes, I am coming again, Oomph, oomph,” Pisces moaned, her voice husky with desire.

Tom could feel his internal pressure rising, with the tight grip Pisces had on his shaft and her rump pounding into him, as he pounded into her.

Pisces then thrust herself back onto him, holding him tightly into her, as her cheeks tightened to squeeze his shaft, stopping him from releasing.

He could feel his pressure being held inside his shaft.

Tom teased her pleasure trigger as fast and as furiously as he could, suddenly she threw her head back and screeched in a dolphin-like chitter of clicks.

Her cheeks relaxed on his shaft so he could finally release his pressure, erupting into her.

He now gripped her breasts with both his hands, holding her backwards tight onto him, grinding his hips into her buttock cheeks.

“Haha, I feel your warmth; I feel your release inside me, haha, Mmmmm,” Pisces said, her voice husky with satisfaction.

They relaxed and lowered down onto the beach.

Tom withdrew and led alongside her.

Pisces rolled over and wrapped her arms and legs around him and they kissed passionately, relaxing on the shingle beach, both catching their breath.

“It is no wonder dogs like it, that was so different,” Pisces said, smiling up at Tom.

Mermen do not understand what they are missing,” Pisces added, her voice husky with satisfaction.

Pisces got up and retrieved the fish and the knife, washing them in the freshwater stream, coming back with fresh fillets.

“It’s ok to eat these raw, they are quite a delicacy,” Pisces said, her voice husky with excitement.

Pisces handed Tom a few fillets and wolfed down the rest.

They heard a hooting sound and saw out past the rocks and breakers was Captain Brown’s boat and the captain was waving.

“All fishing has finished and the boats are heading to the cove. Pisces your father and brothers are now searching the area around Tor rock, to see what they can find.” Captain Brown said as they arrived and he gave Tom a hand up into the rear of the boat.

He gave Tom a wry look, leaving Tom wondering how much the Captain had seen, although he would have definitely noticed Pisces standing on the beach without her tail.

Tom was sat on the rear of the boat with his legs in the water, when Pisces rose up out of the water and kissed him goodbye.

“Okay, I will swim out there now and help, thanks Edgar, see you soon Tom, remember next full moon?” and she was gone.