Page 21 of Fae Tithe

The Merman knelt between her thighs. He hooked his leg behind her knee, easing her thighs apart until they opened as wide as they would go. Lance drank in her relaxed form, arms swept up by her head.

“Slow this time, okay?”

Helena murmured her agreement.

The Merman angled his hips and grabbed his cock in his hand, guiding the head of it into her. She gave a small gasp as he pushed the rest of the way inside of her, ever so slowly. Lance shuddered at how warm, wet and right she felt as he lowered his weight onto Helena.

“Is this alright?” he asked, eyes searching her face.

“Yes,” she croaked. “Please, Lance.”

The Merman exhaled with a shudder as he began his first thrust. He drew his soaked cock all the way out of her and all the way back in, ever so deliberately. He continued to repeat the torturously slow tempo, relishing in the exquisite sweetness.

Lance voiced his thoughts aloud in a deep moan. “You’re perfect, all I have wanted.” He felt his abdomen quiver. “Whenever I am with you, I’m home.”

Helena rewarded his efforts with cute, breathy pants as she wound her hands into his scalp, nails digging in. Lance curled his torso and pressed his forehead to hers as they leisurely writhed together. Helena tried to quicken his tempo by meeting her hips to his hurriedly, but he slowed her down again each time with a gentle squeeze to her thick waist. The Merman was determined to wring her next climax from her gradually.

“Don’t take your eyes off me, okay?” he whispered as his pleasure built. “I need to see you, and I am nearly there.”

“Me too,” she exhaled heavily.

The breathless admission pushed him over the edge. His eyes bored into her as pleasure rushed through him and released. He gave a deep primal groan from his chest and Helena moaned as she gripped into his scalp, and they shattered into pieces together.

Lance collapsed onto Helena’s breasts, his head resting in the crook of her neck. They both panted heavily, the intensity eventually ebbing into a warm afterglow. The Merman huffed, scenting her smell and his mark mingled onto her skin.

“I love you,” he whispered into the wild waves that had broken free from the bun on her head.

“I love you too,” she replied, pressing a feverish kiss to his collar bone. “That was…I…” she fumbled over her words.

“I know, it always is that way with us.” Lance slipped himself from Helena and rolled onto his sweaty side.

He reached out and pulled her close, folding her into him. Lance loved to have Helena fall asleep in the shelter of his corded arms. He knew she was dozing within moments as he heard her breath softly even. Lance smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her head before allowing himself to drift off to sleep.

Early morning light filtered through the gauzy homemade curtains. The gentle rays and the faint squeeze of discomfort at her bladder fluttered Helena’s eyes open. She gave a quiet groan, not wanting to remove herself from the warmth of Lance wrapped around her. His arms caged her, and in moments like this, she was happily his prisoner. Her bladder squeezed again, and Helena began to extract herself from his heavy limbs.

“Clinger,” she murmured fondly once she finally escaped. She turned to the chest of drawers by the bed and then felt his hand encircle her wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Lance mumbled, eyes still closed and face halfway under a pillow.

“I need to use the outhouse. I will be back soon. Go back to sleep,” she giggled, a soft expression on her face.

“…Alright,” he grumbled, letting go of her arm and rolling over.

Helena retrieved one of his long vests from the top drawer. She slipped it over her head and tugged on some underwear. She looked wistfully back at Lance. His long body took up most of the bed, his feet dangling off the edge.

With a sigh, Helena made her way outside. The morning air was cool, giving her goosebumps, and her eyes blinked in the bright sunshine. She strode across the grounds and entered the outhouse to relieve herself.

Concluding her business, she picked her way back across the garden. I’m so happy he is home, and for so long this time! She felt giddy as she entered the villa.

Helena made her way back to their bedroom. She closed the door behind her and tiptoed back to the bed, assuming Lance was still asleep. She was wrong. The Merman’s arm shot out from the blankets and pulled her onto the mattress. Helena laughed brightly as Lance rolled her playfully between his solid chest and the wall.

“I missed you.” He gave a warm smile and ran his eyes over her face. “I will never get tired of looking at your features,” Lance confessed. “I could stare at you for a thousand mornings, and never grow sick of the sight. I plan on committing your face to memory by touch, and that is how I will know you when I am old and I can no longer see,” he declared, running the back of his fingers down the side of her face.

Tears prickled at Helena’s eyes, overwhelmed at the depth of his feelings and of her own, even after their years together. She was not good with words, yet her Merman spoke of their love so effortlessly, without hesitation.

“I don’t have words like yours, Lance.” Her hands pressed to his chest and gripped lightly. “But you know I love you.” She smiled softly. “It’s funny, you talking about my face. I only began to like my features when I saw them on my daughter. I only began to love them when I saw them reflected in your eyes.”

She traced her fingertips gently across his brow and placed a soft kiss to his lips. Lance swept his hand down her waist, stirring her excitement, her toes curling into the trussed sheets. Helena was about to pounce on him again, ready and full of desire, when they were interrupted by a loud protest from the Merman’s stomach.