Wallace plunged underneath the cool lagoon water and swam off and away from the group of tourists who’d arrived with him.
As soon as the tour guide had given them all permission to go off and explore other areas on their own, he hadn't wasted a single second.
Wallace swam farther and deeper into the lagoon, separating himself from the crowd until he came to an isolated caved-in area. Though slight fear and anxiety fluttered away in his chest, his overwhelming curiosity propelled him further.
He couldn't quite explain it but he felt pulled in, as if by some invisible force. And he continued without pausing to figure out why.
When he finally made it to the center of the cave structure, he stopped, treading water as he looked around, admiring the iridescent blues and greens on the cave walls.
He'd waited years to travel here to witness the naturally formed South American marble caves.
Admittedly, he'd experienced a moment of apprehension when the tour guide had mentioned the local folklore of mysterious disappearances surrounding some of the cave structures.
But she'd assured the tour group that there hadn't been a reported disappearance for over fifteen years. That was enough to soothe his fears and allow him to go exploring without much of a second thought.
But now, as his feet kicked back and forth beneath the water’s surface, keeping him in place, he felt the initial apprehension creeping back in. The cave was beautiful, so that wasn't the problem. He loved being surrounded by such a beautiful natural feature, but a strange sensation of feeling watched made his skin crawl.
Then, he heard it. Whispering. It was faint, but he was sure it was real. Real enough to make him slow down his treading of the water to listen more carefully.
Silence, save for the gentle water sounds surrounding him.
He whipped his head around, water from his hair splashing him in the eye. He knew he hadn't imagined it that time, he thought, as his eyes darted around the mystical enclosure.
Where had the sound come from? And who'd called his name? Even more, who knew who he was out here in the middle of these South American waters so far away from home?
Wallace, the voice called again, more insistent and closer now. There was no doubt in his mind this time. An unmistakably feminine voice was calling for him.
Come to me, Wallace.
He spun around quickly again, then squinted down to peer into the crystal clear water.
There was nothing and no one around. In the distance he could see the tourists he'd come with swimming inside another cave. But they were so far away that none of them could have been responsible for the whispering he'd heard.
Come to me, Wallace.
What the hell? Wallace thought, just before he felt a slight tugging at his right leg. He flailed his arms, splashing wildly against the water's surface as he tried to swim back and away. But it was useless, as he felt something continue to pull on him. He looked down again in a panic, but there was nothing beneath the water and nothing grasping onto him. But that still didn't explain what he clearly felt.
Then, the inexplicable was compounded when the calm water began to rage around him.
Waves formed around him, almost as if participating in some strange synchronized dance of nature. Wallace watched in amazement as the wall of water assembled around him and began a steady, counterclockwise spin.
A whirlpool. Was he caught in the middle of a fucking whirlpool? Suddenly his dream vacation had become a nightmare.
And he soon found that his flailing and kicking did nothing to keep him from moving around the steady aquatic stream, closer and closer toward the center.
Wallace's fatigue from his fighting the inevitable soon won out and he was forced to surrender to whatever frightening place the whirlpool was taking him.
He let his body go limp and floated along with the current, closing his eyes so that he at least didn't have to watch the impending pull toward his watery death.
Death by drowning. He'd never imagined that would have been the way he'd go out. His mind flashed back to the childhood game he'd played with friends.
“What do you think would be the worst way you could die?” they'd asked.
Some picked death by fire. Others picked being buried alive, or a plane crash. For Wallace, it had always been death by drowning. That fear was what had propelled him to learn not only how to swim as a kid, but to even join his high school's swim team. He was sure that death by drowning would never be his fate. But ironically now, there he was, awaiting such a death.
Maybe if he closed his eyes it would at least expedite things, he thought. Hopefully the filling of his lungs with water would happen quickly and he wouldn't have to suffer too much and for too long.
He felt the rushing water encircling his neck. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, sending up prayers and calls for help to anyone or anything that could help him now.
The beautifully clear water he’d just admired now splashed against his cheeks and into his eyes as it continued to rise. But there was nothing more he could do. He gave up, letting his body finish its last revolution along the whirlpool's path until it finally sucked him down underneath the water's surface.
He kept his eyes and mouth closed tightly, clinging to the last breath he'd managed to take in before going under.
The voice again? He was hallucinating for sure, he thought.
But his hallucinations and that voice were the last thing on his mind as he was kind of preoccupied at the moment with dying.
Wallace, breathe, and open your eyes.
Breathe? Confused, Wallace opened his eyes to find the shock of his life. In the distance, miles away, but within view, was an underwater city. The gorgeous structures appeared to be made of crystal and shone brilliantly in the same vibrant blue and green colors of the cove above the water's surface.
And...he could breathe...underwater! As his chest lifted, inhaling water happened as naturally as if he were breathing in air. What magical underwater world had he accidentally slipped into? And how would he get back?
Do you really want to leave so soon?
The voice came again and echoed around him in a kind of underwater surround sound.
Since this mystery woman could read his thoughts, Wallace figured answering her back in his mind would suffice.
What is this place? Who are you?
Wallace waited, his eyes scanning the city before him for signs of life. There was no one. Nothing. It was as if every living creature had abandoned the area. Wallace looked above him, straining to see if he could estimate the distance to the surface. From this position, he couldn’t tell how far down he was.
Wallace looked back over at the bright city behind him one last time before he began swimming upward. Surely he couldn’t be too far from the surface, he thought, hoping his assumption was correct. He may have been able to breathe underwater now, but who knows how long that would last, he thought. And if he could avoid making his death by drowning fear come true, he would.
You won't drown Wallace. You can't drown. You belong here.
The words were accompanied by a quick flash out of the corner of his eyes. He turned his head in the direction of the flash, only to see nothing in the clear water at his side.
Is that you? he thought, his head darting back and forth around him.
Another quick flash, but this time he saw what appeared to be a scaled fish tail swim by, then disappear from sight.
Where are you?
Silence. He waited a few minutes more for an answer, and when he received none, gave up and began his ascent toward the surface again.
This time he ignored the voice calling him as he focused on getting back above water.
The voice was louder and more insistent as he continued swimming, his eyes focused above him as he swam. He wasn’t going to be stopped any longer by hallucination, he thought, steeling himself as he sought to make it to the top. But when something swam directly above him, then past him and below him, he stopped dead in his tracks.
He was really losing it now because that something had the figure of a woman and...a fish. It couldn’t be. He looked around underneath the area where he swam searching to see if he was really imagining it or if he’d in fact encountered a mermaid.
Wallace felt ridiculous even thinking it. A mermaid? Really? There was no way in hell it could really be a mermaid. He turned his eyes back upward and swam even faster toward the surface. Maybe being underwater so long was causing delirium. He had to get back up to breathe air again. That would clear his mind, he reasoned. And he’d swim right toward the group, pretend like none of this happened, and never wander so far away from any tourist group again.
Wallace, please stay with me.
The figure was back and swimming toward him at an unbelievably break neck speed. Fearing collision, he swam to his side, in an attempt to move out of the way. But the figure just as quickly changed directions and continued on a path straight toward him.
Fear arrested him, and unable to move, he waited for the figure to reach him. As it grew closer he could see that the creature possessed the face of a beautiful woman and the distinct bare upper body of a woman as well. His eyes lowered to see the blue-green scales of the tail below her torso. There was no way it was his imagination, he realized,as she came to an abrupt halt centimeters in front of him.
His eyes widened in panic as the woman reached out to touch his face.
Please, don’t be afraid.
When her hand made contact with his face, a feeling of calm emanated from the point of contact and traveled down in a cascade until his entire body was placed into a state of ease. When her other hand cupped his other cheek an overwhelming feeling flooded over him. It could be described as nothing less than deep affection. The kind he’d felt only with one other woman he’d cared for. It felt almost like...like love.
He blinked several times, hoping that if this was an illusion, a few blinks would be enough to cause it to de-materialize and then he could continue on his way back up to the water’s surface.
I’m real, Wallace. And you have no need to fear. You know me, and I know you. I’ve been waiting many years for you.
Before he could ask her what she meant, her lips were on his. The kiss they shared was deep, all-consuming and better than any he’d ever experienced before. It almost felt as if not only were their mouths merging, but their entire beings as well.
As they kissed, he could feel her taking him up, up, and away. But their kiss was unbreakable as they moved upward through the water. Wallace lost himself in the hypnotizing pull of her lips locked on his and the enchanting feel of her tail encircling his legs. He'd never felt so safe before and never would've imagined it would be underwater with a mysterious mer-woman.
Finally they surfaced and Wallace was caught off guard by how easily he switched from breathing below water to inhaling air again.
“It's because you're one of us,” the mer-woman answered, reading his thoughts again, but answering his question aloud this time.
Wallace was startled again, but this time it was her voice that did it. It was pure melody, as if her voice became an effortless song floating in the air around them and moving with the wind.
His ears practically tickled from the delight of hearing such an entrancing sound. And she multiplied the effect by leaning forward, her bare nipples against his chest as she breathed her warm, humid breath against his ear.
“Would you like to stay with me a little longer?”
Mesmerized by eyes as azure blue as the water surrounding them he nodded. Her smile grew wide and she circled her arms around his neck, pressing her chest more firmly against his.
Her lips captured his again, and as he lost himself once more in the pleasurable feel of her soft mouth on his, he realized he didn't even know her name.
She pulled away and answered, “Milagros.”
“Milagros,” he said, rolling the name across his tongue as if testing it out.
She nodded and smiled at him kissing his lower lip, then his chin. She continued traveling down, slipping beneath the water as she created a line of kisses that started at his neck and only stopped when she reached his torso. He continued to tread water but worried if he'd be able to stay afloat as he was quite distracted by the ring of kisses she placed from the right side of his waist all the way to the opposite side.
Then, the feel of an unbelievably tight suction on his penis nearly sent him plunging underwater. It was practically impossible to stay above water when he could feel the alternation of her hands and mouth kneading and sucking him. He slowly sank down, water once again covering his head as he switched back to his newfound underwater breathing ability. He opened his eyes to watch Milagros’ enchanting form as she treated him to her oral offering.
And just as he felt himself teetering over the edge of climax, she ceased her oral treatment and grabbed his arm, leading the way as she swam them back toward the surface.
This time she'd brought them to the shore of a small island. Wallace noted the golden sand that covered the land and continued behind Milagros as she held onto his hand and led them both closer to the beach.
He wrinkled his brows in confusion as they drew closer to land. Did she plan to go ashore with him? And if so, how? he wondered, as he felt the occasional brushing of her tail against him as they waded toward the island.
But suddenly, the brushing against his body ceased and he watched as she, still holding his hand, emerged from the water to walk onto the beach. Her blue-green tail was now replaced with two long, graceful newly formed legs. Amazed, he watched as she walked with ease, leading the way as if she'd done this many times before.
She stopped abruptly and turned to face him, a look of pained offense in her eyes. Wallace heard her question, and her hurt, in his head, loud and clear. How could you think that?
Milagros then said defensively, “No, I haven't done this many times before. Only with you.”
She took hold of his arms and pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her waist. He stepped forward until he was flush against her naked body. “When I'm with you, we can be the same,” she explained. “I can be human, like you.”
Wallace grinned, amused by the question that popped into his mind. “So why doesn't that work the other way around?” he asked. “What would you call it? A merman? Why can't I be one of those?”
She gave a sly smile that lifted a corner of her mouth. “Who says you can't?”
But before he could say any more, Milagros seized his mouth again with her own. Their kiss was deeper and more passionate this time as Wallace eased them both down onto the warm sand.
As she lay atop him, he caressed her back, reveling in the feel of her satiny soft skin. Wallace removed his lips from hers and bent down to suckle on her breast, alternately flicking and sucking on her taut, rosy colored nipples.
His penis hardened against her sex and only stiffened more when she groaned and ground her hips into him in response. He'd never wanted any woman as badly as he wanted Milagros now. Of course, she'd heard his thoughts, he realized, when she giggled and met his eyes momentarily before tossing her head back again and pushing her breast further into his mouth. But he didn't care if she’d heard him. He wanted her to know just how much he desired her. Just how much he wanted to feel himself throbbing inside her as their bodies joined, uniting them completely.
Wallace leaned forward and hooked his arms around her thighs, bringing Milagros up until she knelt in the sand, straddling his chest.
Lying on his back in the sand, his blazing, fiery eyes locked on hers, he said, “Come up here, Milagros. Let me taste you.”
He watched her body shiver from his heated request and was shocked by the fact that his own body shook too as he felt the electrifying delight she experienced simultaneously shoot through him. And he instinctively knew why ----they were connected. He was one of them, whatever they were, as Milagros had informed him earlier.
Milagros complied, scooting up on her knees until she now straddled his chin. He gripped her ass bringing her up so that the top of her mound brushed against his nose and her sex was planted squarely on his lips.
Milagros cried out with the first licks he gave, and even Wallace could feel the shock-wave she was feeling make its way down his own spine. Her hands naturally found his head, and she braced herself as she began to rock her hips, grinding her clit against his probing tongue and sucking lips.
She panted out, helplessly succumbing to the determined way he feasted on her, until she was a bucking, writhing mess exploding her orgasmic release into his mouth.
He slowly ran his tongue over his lips, savoring the sweet tangy taste of her before he lowered her down again until her pussy was pressed against his hard as steel cock.
She released a long moaning sigh as he entered her, his lengthy cock filling her to the brim.
She gripped his arms as she rode him enthusiastically, their pleasure entangling until neither knew whether the source of what they felt arose from him or from her. It was all one intertwined mesh of pure bliss.
Neither could last much longer and both surrendered to the most intense orgasm Wallace had ever known in his life.
Exhausted, they collapsed, sand granules decorating their naked flesh. Sleep overtook them as they drifted off into a rejuvenating slumber, where even their dreams of their life together in the watery depths of the ocean were shared.
Wallace had no idea how much time had passed when he felt Milagros gently shake him awake.
“It's late,” she whispered. “You must return now.”
Wallace lifted onto his elbows and shook his head. “Go back? Now? I want to stay a little longer.”
She gave him a sad smile and he could feel the true heartbreak beneath it weigh heavily on his own chest.
“If you don't go now, you can never go back,” she said. Now he understood the reason for her sadness. She didn't want to let him go but knew that she had to.
He paused a moment, looking out at the blue waves in the distance. Wallace turned back slowly to Milagros. “If I stay, will I go…”
A slight look of hope brightened her azure eyes as she finished his sentence, “...home with me?” She nodded. “Yes. You will join my sisters and the others in our city below.”
“Their human mates.” Her smile widened. “You were the last, Wallace.”
Speechless, he found himself entranced by the joy and hope in her eyes. It was infectious, and he could no longer fathom returning to his old life. To what? An empty apartment full of the same old routine? And worse, without Milagros?
He watched her chest lift as she drew in an anxious breath, hearing every word in his head as he contemplated his decision, and hoping against hope that he'd decide to stay.
He held out a hand and waited for her to place her small delicate one in his. “Let's go.”
She hopped up excitedly, pulling Wallace behind her as they ran back into the sea. When submerged, Wallace felt an odd tingling sensation prickle the skin of his legs. He looked down to find them merging and fusing until he too now possessed a turquoise colored tail identical to Milagros’. She glanced back at him and opened her mouth in a silent laugh.
Believe me yet? she asked him in her head.
He nodded. He'd believed long ago. But he definitely got it now. He was one of them.
“Welcome home, Wallace,” Milagros said, leading him to the city below.
Erotic flash fiction to make your Fridays a little more spicy.