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I can’t believe I finally fucking have her in my arms. I can’t believe I have arms! I cinch them tighter, pulling her curvy body close. I’ve thought of nothing else over the last few days, everything about her being scorched in my brain. The ocean bobs us into one another and the feel of my skin rubbing against hers is thrilling.
“I knew something was different about you,” she says in awe, rubbing her thigh against my hip. “I knew you were special. You’re a man! And you came back!”
“I didn’t have a choice,” I tell her truthfully. Another wave crashes over us and I know she’s struggling with the strength of the tide. “Let’s get to the shore.”
I hate releasing her from my grip. I relish the feel of her ass when I clutch it in the palm of my hand as I help her back on the board. Touching her like this is a dream come true. She sits with her legs spread, her ass jacked up and her pussy at eye level. She slowly ties her bikini top back on and I watch as the magnificent orbs vanish beneath the fabric. Well, the important parts. The suit leaves little to the imagination and her nipples remain hard and alert.
I use the strength of my arms and legs to get us back to shore. The tiny beach is empty and I pick a spot in the sun right by the water’s edge. We rest the board against the sand and that’s when Ariella gets her first full glance of my new form. Her jaw drops in appreciation.
It’s not the first time I’ve made this transition and I’m aware the four hundred pounds I carry as a seal translate differently in my human body. My height comes in just under seven feet tall. My abdomen is laddered with eight rungs of solid muscle. My shoulders are wide, layered with tight cords of tattooed strength. But despite all that, I know where she’s looking. I went into the water with no pants and have come out the same way. Ariella’s eyes are staring at my cock—all nine inches—and her eyes bulge at the sight.
Let me clarify. It’s nine inches now, but I’m not even fully erect. Not yet.
“Join me for a swim?” I suggest, feeling the water lap around my ankles.
She walks toward me, hips swaying with every step, and passes the clumps of dark volcanic rock that line the beaches. The sheer size of her breasts forces the strings on her bikini to strain under the pressure, as if challenging the laws of gravity. My dog tags clink in the valley between and there’s something about the way they look on her that nearly brings me to my knees.
Speaking of pressure, my cock twitches at the sight of her glorious form as she walks toward me like a princess, and when her tongue darts out to lick the sea salt off her lip, I have to restrain my seal instincts to make her mine. Now, on the beach.
She walks toward me tentatively, perhaps frightened by my immense size. I’m a fucking beast. It’s why I’m so good at what I do. “I won’t hurt you,” I tell her, but then flash a cocky grin. “Not unless you want me to.”
“Oh, daddy.” She exhales, and the pet name rolls off her lips with such confidence and longing that it’s like a punch to the gut. When we slip back into the shallows of the water, she says, “I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life for you to find me.”
I pluck the tags from between her breasts. “I’m not sure it isn’t the other way around.”
She looks up at me from under a thick row of eyelashes and bites her lip. I can no longer restrain myself and wrap my arms around her, pulling her in for a desperate, perfect kiss. Our teeth clash, hungry for one another. Her lips taste so incredibly fucking sweet. Her tongue darts against mine and we tangle for a hot second, but I don’t have to fight long for control. She gives it to me and within moments I’ve dominated her mouth the same way she’s dominating my heart.
Her hands explore my chest, feeling the rows of muscle. It’s hard to feel such sensation when I’m in my animal skin—it’s tough and always ready for battle—but this human flesh is so maddeningly sensitive. Every wave that rolls by, and every touch from her fingers or body, sends me aflame. My cock grows hard, full length, and even in the water it seeks its final home. Ariella cries against my mouth, her lips puffy and red when she starts to beg.
“Oh, daddy!” Her hand dips below the surface and she says, “I think I need two hands to take care of you properly.”
“Babe, all you need to do is spread your legs and I’ll bury myself so deep you’ll see stars.”
She shivers with delight, her breasts bobbing on the water. I tug the string and watch the top float away. The seal in me comes alive and my desire to possess Ariella increases with every second. Perhaps sensing the hunger in my gaze, she shoots me a playful look and kicks off, floating away on her back as her two magnificent tits point up at the blue sky.
As much as I want to fuck her now, I know it’s not the right time. I’m a human for the moment and humans mate on land, in a bed. I have visions of taking her against that pristine white bedding in a pool of her own juices. I want to feel every inch of her body with my hands (Hands!) caressing and owning every spot, every secret crevice, making her come in every imaginable way.
The seal in me wants to slam her against the fucking rocks and bite her viciously into submission.
The man in me wants to seduce her and hear her cry my name as she shudders with delight.
I chase her down, a superior swimmer even in this foreign human form. She squeals when I grab her toes and moans when I press my chest against hers, impaling one another with our hard, pebbled nipples. I give in to temptation and bury my face into her breasts, lapping the salty skin of the valley between, and then turning to suck one of her stiff peaks into my mouth. Ariella’s head falls back and she moans, her fingers winding into my hair, pressing my face closer. I suck on her nipple until I pull away and find it an angry red, and then I dive onto the other, not content to abandon a single part of her flawless body.
Her legs wrap around my waist, weightless as she is in the cradle of the ocean. She clings to me as my mouth continues its assault on her perfect tits. Before long, I’m licking up to her collarbone, dipping my tongue into the hollow below her throat, and then sucking my way up to her neck.
It’s almost too much—the scent and feel of her, pressed so tightly against me. Even through the water and her bikini bottoms, I can feel the heat radiating from the middle of her cunt, pressing right against my abs. I give her neck a single nip, but it’s not enough. My instinct is to sink my teeth deep into the tendon and mark her, hold her, own her.
I’ve only just gotten my teeth around a mouthful of her flesh when I remember that I need to be more careful than this. Ariella is human of fragile nature.
With that in mind, I use my strength to take us back to the shore, all the while keeping her tucked into my arms. She entertains herself with nibbling at my earlobe and grinding her pussy against my stomach.
Once we reach the beach, we tumble. I leave her beneath me but soften her fall, catching the back of her head in one wide palm. Ariella stares up at me with dark, hooded eyes, those pouty lips of hers all parted and shiny, and I know instantly where I want to be.
“I want to fuck you,” I say, “with my tongue.”
Ariella catches her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes widening. “Please, daddy,” she begs so sweetly.