Cresting Tide (5 page)

Peter waded into the surf until he was knee deep before he dove smoothly under the surface to wash off the grit of the beach. He was face to face with the sea elf when he broke the surface and if he smiled any harder at seeing the creature still there, his face would have cracked.

"You didn't leave," Peter said and watched the elf tilt his head at the sound of his voice.

Cuke heard the human speak and still could not understand the sounds that he made but the smile that the human gave him made his heart lurch. When the human ducked under the water again, Cuke followed him. He gazed at his human under the clear blue-green water and watched as the man ran his fingers through his sandy colored hair while shaking his head. Small bubbles of air escaped from his human's mouth and when the human resurfaced, Cuke stared up at him from beneath the sea.

Peter broke the surface and gave his head a violent shake before pushing his dark blond locks away from his face. The sea elf was still under the water and Peter wasted no time in diving under again. His eyes roamed over the lithe body of the elf before him and he was once more amazed by the creature's ability to breath beneath the waves. The dark red gills that flared underneath the elf's gill plates along his ribs sharply contrasted with the pale green scales of his body. There were three plates on each side of the elf's body and they were mesmerizing to watch as they moved in and out. Sadly, Peter had to breathe again and with another smile at the elf, he broke the surface.

The elf followed him to the surface this time and when Peter began to swim further out to sea, the elf followed. They swam together and played under the water like Peter and his brothers used to do. Peter would never out swim the elf or move as gracefully but it was fun to try. All too soon though, Peter became worn out from their games and began to swim closer to shore. He turned to the elf once his feet touched the soft sandy bottom. The sun was dipping below the horizon and Peter thought the tide was incoming. They had been much closer to the shore during their first encounter by the cove so Peter knew they could go further inland safely.

"Wait," Cuke said and reached for his human's arm as the human moved toward the beach. He knew the swimming had tired out his human but he did not want his time to end again so soon.

"Come," Peter replied as he looked at the dark green claws that wrapped gently around his tanned arm before raising his gaze to the elf's golden flecked green eyes. He placed his own hand over the elf's and started to move backwards toward the shallower water.

Cuke shook his head and tried to think of a way to make the human understand he could not go ashore. Surely the human already knew this but his man still tried to move them toward the beach.

"It's okay," Peter told the elf and gently pulled on him again.

When the elf shook his head again, Peter sighed and laid back into the water so that his body rocked and floated with the tide. Claws dug into his arm as his feet left the sandy bottom as if the elf tried to prevent him from falling but they loosened their grip once Peter began to float.

Cuke understood what his human was showing him and released the smooth arm within his grasp before leaning forward to float next to the man. Together they floated on the tide closer to shore and once both could sit upon the seabed in the chest high surf, Cuke settled on his knees next to his human.

Peter rocked back and forth with the tide as he sat next to the sea elf. One arm floated out to his side and he fought to keep his legs from floating to the surface on the current. He was tiring quickly from the balancing act but the sea elf did not seem to be having the same problem.

"I need to move," Peter told the elf and no matter how many times he reminded himself that the elf could not understand him, he still felt the urge to talk to the creature.

Cuke was watching his human's body as it moved with the sea and when he heard the strange human speech, he raised his eyes to the man's face. The man moved before Cuke's gaze fully settled and he reached out to stop him again. When it seemed his human was not going to flee, Cuke released his hand from his man's arm.

Peter moved to kneel next to the sea elf and when the elf moved to release his arm, Peter placed his hand atop the clawed webbed one that was wrapped around his bicep. A sound escaped from the sea elf when Peter covered his hand and Peter froze once more in the warm water.

The soft skin above and below Cuke's hand sent a rush of pure pleasure through him and he stared at where they touched. This was somehow different from all of the brief touches they shared while they played under the waves. Cuke pressed the pads of his fingers more firmly into the flesh beneath him, careful not to injure his human with his claws. So focused on looking at where their skin contrasted against one another that he was startled when his human's other hand touched his shoulder. Cuke shot his gaze to the pale blue eyes that were staring at him from under strands of dark sandy hair. The urge to touch more of his human and to taste the smooth flesh was almost overwhelming.

Peter had not meant to startle the sea elf when he touched his shoulder but one look into those huge round eyes told him that fear was not what the sea elf was feeling. He remembered how the elf felt against him and wanted to feel more of the scales that felt more like silk than any fish Peter had ever caught. Slowly, he moved his hand along the sea elf's shoulder until he was cupping the pale green face before him. A smile spread against his slightly chapped lips when he felt the claws of the elf's other hand run along his stomach. The thought of those sharp claws rending his soft flesh skittered through his mind but did not stop him from leaning harder into the touch and dropping his hand from his arm underwater. He was not surprised to find the sea elf just as aroused as he and his smile broadened at the noise the elf made when he took that firmness into his hand.

Cuke pressed into the firm softness his human offered and used his other hand to pull the man closer to his side. His man's hardness was pressed firmly against him and his desire to taste his human over took him. Lightening fast his mouth found his man's chest and he licked from neck to nipple. The teats responded to his tongue and Cuke's cock twitched at the sight of the hardening buds. He licked one then the other and did not fight his human when he felt the fist in his hair press him closer to the smooth expanse of skin before him.

A groan of pure pleasure escaped Peter's mouth when the sea elf began licking and sucking on his nipples. As if in response to his noise, Peter felt a sharp stab of pain around his nipple and he knew the elf had used his shark like teeth to pierce his skin. The mixture of pain and pleasure was too great to make Peter fear for his flesh as he ground his own hard cock into the smooth scales along the sea elf's hip and his fingers dug into the scaled shoulder he held.

Cuke lifted his head from his human's chest to look at the man's face. The sweet tang of blood was still on his tongue as he took in the sight before him. Long sandy hair fell away from muscular sun kissed shoulders as his man's head was thrown back. He would be gazing into the rapidly darkening sky with those pale blue eyes had his eyes actually been open. But they were not. Cuke ran his claw gently through the blood that was now running from the bite he left around his human's teat. The movement caused his human to open his eyes and gaze at him. Cuke could not let his human bleed into the sea for it would draw predators. With skill wrought of years of feeding in the sea, Cuke leaned forward and licked the wound closed. The grip on his cock tightened and Cuke was not sure which one of them made the pleasure-sounding noise that escaped into the twilight.

Peter looked down into the sea elf's round eyes as he stroked the hardness in his palm. He trailed his other hand along the dorsal ridge and knew it brought his elf pleasure. Peter let his hand trail past the ridge to the elf's toned ass and was rewarded when the body he held pushed back into his touch. The sea elf seemed torn between which sensation he wanted to feel more and the look of unadulterated lust that gazed at him made Peter wish he could kiss the creature. Peter's hand caressed lower seeking the entrance he hoped was there. He found the tight ring of muscle he sought and as he began to trace circles around his prize, he suddenly stopped when his questing fingers found more.

Peter expected to find the sea elf's taunt sack as his fingers explored between the elf's legs but what he found instead confused him. He barely had time to puzzle out his discovery when the sea elf pushed back against his hand. Peter's fingers sank smoothly into the sea elf with that thrust. The opening his fingers now filled was warm and tight, much like that of a woman. He could still feel the tight ring of muscle sliding along the palm of his hand, to which he applied pressure with his thumb, as the sea elf thrust himself back upon his fingers and into the palm that still stroked him.

Cuke felt his human enter him and he pushed back to feel more. He wanted more. More feeling inside of him. More pressure on his aching cock. The sensations were overwhelming and the pleasure was almost blinding as it built in the pit of his stomach and at the base of his spine. He was cresting the tide when he felt his human push on his tight opening and when his human entered him there, his orgasm tore from the base of his spine through his cock and his body clenched tightly around the fingers that were still buried deep within him.

Peter felt several sensations at once. Warmth pulsated over his hand in the water at the same time as a stab of pain shot into his palm and the sea elf's body clamped down around his fingers that were still within. The shudders and convulsions, along with the claws that now pierced his flesh, of the elf he pressed his hardness into were enough to send his own release exploding into the sea causing spots to appear before his eyes. Peter held the sea elf tightly as he was held in return while he fought to catch his breath and slid his fingers from the tightness that gripped him.

Cuke felt his human slide out of his body and lowered a hand to where his now softening arousal was still held. As he softened, his barb retracted and he was suddenly aware that his human was bleeding again, in more than one spot. Cautiously, he turned his body toward his human and lifted his gaze to those pale blue eyes.

"I am sorry," Cuke said as he ran his fingers over the puncture marks his claws had left in the smooth skin.

Peter looked into the shifting depths of the sea elf's glitter graced eyes and winced when he felt the first sting of salt enter his raw wounds. The wounds were not deep, not life threatening, but the sea salt still stung.

Cuke froze when his human grimaced in pain and he feared his man would push him away. He gave a slight jump when the human placed a smooth hand over his clawed one where it rested on his human's chest. His man made no move to push him away so he leaned in closer to touch. He trailed his tongue gently over the fresh wounds to stop the slow trickle of blood.

Peter was not surprised at the tingle he felt around his wounds. Legends claimed the sea elves had the powers to heal and he assumed this was what he was feeling. Peter pulled the elf into an embrace and moved his hand into the kelp like hair to press the elf's head to his chest.

"It's all right. I am fine. Better than fine," Peter smiled into the soft kelp that made up the sea elf's hair. He felt the elf's hands slide from his chest to wrap around his waist and return his embrace.

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Chapter Six

Night claimed them and Peter had to return to the safety of the land. As he lay next to the small fire, his mind replayed the evening's events and his body mourned the loss of the smooth silky scales that he had held earlier. The discovery on his sea elf's body baffled his mind as much as it seemed to excite his body.

Peter had no doubt that the elf was male. The sea elf had an erection almost as large and thick as his own and Peter felt the creature's release even in the warm water of the sea. But there was no mistaking the fact that the elf seemed to be female as well.
How that could be?
Peter did not know but he had shared enough women with his twin Paul to know what he was feeling when his fingers entered the elf's warm flesh. The sea elf's body floating and swimming beneath the waves was clear in Peter's mind. No womanly breasts or even nipples graced the flat silky chest of his elf. But then again, Peter did not find the heavy sack he expected to find behind the elf's swollen hardness.
So, was the elf male or female?
Peter pondered the question and could not decide on an answer. Eventually he realized that it did not matter. This new discovery of his elf only made him desire the creature more.

Lazily, his hand drifted into the remains of his tattered pants to stroke his swollen manhood. In his mind he enjoyed the sea elf in various ways and with a moan of relief, his release soon covered his stomach and chest before he drifted into a contented sleep.

A loud high pitched whistle followed by several click and chirps woke Peter and he knew his sea elf had returned. Peter could not keep the smile from his face. The sun was above the horizon and Peter stretched before making his way into the surf. The first thing Peter noticed about his elf as he waded deeper into the sea was that he held his trident aloft. Still wiggling upon the sharp prongs of the weapon was a very large red fish.