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had known before started to build up from deep inside her.
He felt her approaching climax, felt her pussy tighten around his cock and knew he
could not hold off any longer. His face contorted and his come jetted hotly from his
cock deep into her pussy as he pushed as far into her as he could.
In the mirror Maya saw his body strain as the orgasm overcame him. The sight of
him thrusting into her and the feel of his come spurting inside her in a hot torrent of
warmth made her own climax suddenly pinnacle in a cry of ecstasy, while outside the
wind howled around the chimneys and the rain lashed against the windowpanes.
Spent, Maya unfolded to rest on her side, as he collapsed on the rug beside her. He
was breathing heavily, and Maya moved to half cover him. He held her close as his
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breathing slowed and they kissed languidly as the fires of their passion burned down to
a slow simmer.
She stretched out luxuriously on the rug in the aftermath of their lovemaking. She
would not ask for her freedom now, and risk having him take her at her word and
thrust her out into the dark to totter and stumble her way back to the sea over
unfamiliar terrain and on unfamiliar legs. Just now, she would rather sleep than swim.
Morning and the return of her selkie skin would come soon enough.
A smile of intense satisfaction drifted over her face at the thought. Not just the
thought of returning to her seal form either, but the remembrance of what she had done
to earn it. The earning had satisfied the both of them. He had certainly satisfied her in
more ways than she could count and more thoroughly than ever she had been before.
Really, humans had better sex than seals did. There was no doubt in her mind about
that at all. She could almost envy humans, gangly upright creatures that they were.
The pleasure had not all been on her side, though. She had made sure of that. No
human however greedy, could want more of her than she had freely given to her
captor. She had pleased the man well enough to get her skin back, she would lay her life
on it.
The man leaned up on his elbow and looked curiously at her.  What strange
thoughts are going through your head as you lay there, creature of the sea? He put out
his hand and stroked her hair, idly winding a strand of her hair around his forefinger.
 Tell me what is going through your mind.
She was more than half asleep already, and the rhythmic stroking of his hand on
her hair calmed her further.  When morning comes, she murmured through the haze
of sleep that was clouding her mind,  you must give me back my skin.
She awoke reluctantly the following morning and stretched her arms out behind
her, easing the ache in her muscles from the unusual sleeping position and wishing for
the coolness of the ocean waves on her thick and heavy head. Sure, human sex was
terrific, but even humans could not be making love all day and night.
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She had never been a human for half this long all at once before and she was
beginning to tire of it. Being a human was quite different from what she had imagined.
Everything about it was different. The way she walked, lumbering along the ground on
her two feet instead of the effortless glide through the water of her seal form. The food
she ate long dead, all of it. The continual dryness of the world above the sea. Even
when it rained heavily, as it had during the night, she was never more than half damp.
What she wouldn t give to be wet again. Properly wet all over, floating in the water as
she loved to.
It was only a pity and a shame that the coupling of seals was so unremarkable,
given the delicious treats that she had sampled the previous evening.
She rolled over on to her back, her side brushing against the warm flanks of the
man who lay in the bed next to her. His naked skin felt smooth and slightly oily next to
hers.
He was not asleep, as she had thought, but as awake as she was. At the touch of her
body against his, he leaned up on one elbow, caressing her stomach and breasts lightly
with his free hand.  You are so very beautiful, he murmured, speaking as much to
himself as to her.  A man could lose his immortal soul for one as beautiful as you. His
eyes appeared as brown and melting as those of her seal brothers.
A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine at the touch of his hands on her and the
soft sound of his low-murmured words, and suddenly she was less than eager to be on
her way.  Give me back my skin, she demanded anyway. Once she had her skin safely
in her possession again, she might even stay for a short while of her own free will, if he
asked it of her.
The softness in his eyes was gone in the blinking of an eye so completely gone she
wondered if she had imagined it being here in the first place.  No. His voice, so soft
and caressing before, was now harsh and forbidding.
Had he not enjoyed his time in the bed with her? Had she been mistaken in
thinking he had liked their sport as much as she had?  Surely I have pleased you
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