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  One, I can ask for leave. Or two, I can go AWOL.

  Because here’s the situation. The things I want to do with Ariella—plan to do with Ariella—I can’t do in this body. She needs something more. She needs me, Victor Alfa, to shift into another form. Of course, I’ve done this before. Whenever the Navy needs me in human form for an assignment, I’m more than capable of digging in deep and transforming. I spent three years as a human in the middle east, since there was no advantage to be gained from a sea position. That’s when I got my tattoos, tried my blest to blend in with the other men, and form a sense of camaraderie. But the Navy wised up and realized my ‘special talents’ were wasted on land. That’s when I got reassigned here. As a result, I’ve been ordered to remain in this form until a new directive demands otherwise.

  I realize now that Ariella needs me to break rank. She needs me to come to her and fuck her pretty little brains out. She needs, no, I am sure, wants, me to own her ass, literally and figuratively.

  I travel for hours, trying to make the right decision. It’s not until I’m back near the harbor when the decision is made for me.

  At dawn, I finally roll to shore with the help of a wave, crashing into the sandy beach. Using my flippers to leverage my powerful frame, I push myself through the pristine beach before finding a spot I know will be bright with daylight soon enough.

  I form a plan.

  - 8 -

  The gentle rock of the boat combined with the afterglow of my intense orgasm sends me drifting to sleep. I wake, hours later, with a feeling of unease, like someone has been watching me. I glance toward the door and notice that it’s ajar, but otherwise the boat seems quiet.

  I tip-toe across the room, slipping on a wet spot near the doorway. How did that get here? I wonder, shutting the door and locking it. Winston, most likely, probably watching me pleasure myself.

  What I need to do, I realize, is get off this boat and get some fresh air. I slip on a red string bikini and head to the deck. I oil up, coating every inch of my delicate skin with a fine sheen and get my paddle board. It’s time to work off some of this energy, and the best way to do it is on the water.

  I grab my oar and navigate away from the boats, off toward the smaller beaches that dot the coast. It’s a good workout, and after some time, my arms begin to shake from exertion. I pause to watch the beautiful landscape and wish I had someone special to share it with. Someone with strong arms and a tattoo across his shoulders. Someone who makes me weak in the knees. Someone who wants to bend me over their knees and make me beg like a good little princess. Someone I can call ‘daddy’. A real protector— not like that weasel, Winston, or that baby, Logan.

  Tired and hot, I sit on the board and float for a bit, enjoying the warm afternoon breeze. The sea life comes alive, swimming beneath the surface. I spot turtles and a dolphin. Schools of colorful fish. I long to swim with them and feel the exhilaration of being one with the ocean, but I have to make do with my little floating board.

  Since I’m alone and far from the beach, I untie my bikini top and lie flat to get some sun. I love the way the heat bakes against my skin. I let my fingers dip into the ocean, trailing in the water, and I’m startled when something smooth rushes beneath my fingertips.

  I lurch up, clutching one arm against my chest, a weak attempt to conceal my enormous breasts. I look around at the calm waters but take a chance and murmur, “Victor?”

  The board floats on the water but I spot a ripple beneath the surface. The smooth, gray head of a seal peaks out of the water and I gasp in delight. “It’s you!” I shout, standing up in excitement. “You came back!”

  The seal circles the board and I spin, following his every move. A wave rocks the board and I grip the paddle, but another wave follows and before I can right myself, I’m tumbling into the ocean.

  This time I’m not injured, nor am I afraid, so I look around for my seal and wait for him to emerge. I hear a splash and turn, seeing the sleek gray seal leap into the air and dive back down. I tread water, my ample breasts floating like buoys, and just when I think he’s disappeared for good, I feel a set of hands circle my waist.

  Up pops the most handsome man I’ve ever seen!

  I cock my head in question but feel the smile on my face when I ask, “Victor? Victor Alfa?”

  There’s no mistaking those dark, soulful eyes. In a jarringly deep voice he says, “Yes, Ariella, it’s me.”

  - 9 -

  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.

  - 10 -

  “Please, Daddy,” I beg, my insides already feeling molten with the way his eyes drink me in.

  Victor releases a deep growl that reverberates right through my core. His jaw locks and his eyes darken, and then he reaches down and rips my bikini bottoms right off. I gasp at the feel of cool air against my exposed apex, but before I can react, Victor has moved down my body, now situated in the vee of my spread legs.

  He looks up at me with steely eyes, nostrils flaring when he greedily takes in the scent of my building wetness. I squirm under his hot stare, impatient and desperate, but also filled with the crazy need to drag it out. I want to wring as much out of him as I possibly can, and if the way he’s looking at me is any indication, I’m not alone.

  He grabs my thighs from below, his rough palms cradling them high before spreading me out, opening me up to his hungry stare. He bends down and, with a strong, flat tongue, licks a wet stripe up the slit of my cunt. A whine slips from my mouth and I sink into the sand below, hips bucking toward his face.

  Victor hums against me. “Fuck, Ariella. You taste so sweet, baby.”

  “Please,” I beg. “Victor… daddy… don’t stop.”

  His hands hold me steady, though, and with one quick flick of his tongue against my swelling clit, Victor spreads the petals of my pussy and finally dives into the wetness there, swirling in an insistent assault, licking me ruthlessly from top to bottom in long, hard passes.

  “Oh, god,” I gasp, reaching down to weave my fingers into his hair. “Oh, fuck, Daddy…”

  Victor releases a deep, guttural sound against my quaking pussy that makes me cry out unintelligibly. That’s when he begins assaulting my clit. He runs his pointed tongue up my slit and easily finds the engorged bundle of nerves. He closes his mouth over it and sucks greedily, tongue working fervently over it. After a moment of this, he allows me to guide his ministrations with the hand in his hair and the motion of my hips. For a few blinding moments, I ride Victor’s face, my cries growing louder and louder, echoing through the beach. But before long, Victor moves back down, spearing his tongue to dip it into my slick passage.

  “Victor!” I cry, shaking with the rhythmic tempo of his sucks and licks. I can feel the building climb of my orgasm, imminent and intense, and my thighs clamp around his head on instinct. It’s only a moment later that I buck against his mouth, grinding against him in a furious climax. I flex my fingers in his hair and clench with the waves of ecstasy, chasing them to the rocky shore of my release.

  Victor is quick and efficient once I’ve collapsed into a sweaty heap on the sand of the beach. He kneels over me, face shiny with my wetness, and stares down at me through lust-crazed eyes as he takes his hard cock in hand. I stare up at him in a dazed state, still floating in the afterglow, but I’m able to register the veins popping in his corded forearm as his hand frantically pumps his shaft.

  That snaps me from my stupor.

  I spring up and still his hand with my own, demanding, “Let me.”

  He doesn’t argue.

  Instead, he watches me with those same dark eyes as I take him in hand, testing the weight and warmth of him, measuring it up. It’s a glorious cock, to be sure. The head is purple and angry, shiny with his pre-cum. It jerks in my hand, as if it’s impatient and frustrated. I run a fingertip over the veins in appreciation, trailing it down to his heavy balls. I take them in hand, next. Roll them around. He makes a rough sound at that, hips bucking toward me.

  I glance up at him through my lashes as I bend over, extending my tongue to catch the bead of cum pearling on his dick. I hear his breath catch as I taste his essence, something tangy and fresh and somehow sweet, just like Victor. I press a kiss to his hard shaft and feel his fingers in hy hair, sweeping it over my shoulder. With several looping twists, Victor wraps my red hair around a strong fist.

  The way he guides the part of my lips to the head of his erection is no mere suggestion. No, definitely not. Victor pokes it through my lips, seeking and demanding, and I all too eagerly obey, spreading my mouth until the head of his swollen cock rests heavy and twitching on the flat of my tongue.

  I moan at the taste of him, moving my hand to the base of his dick and giving it a hard squeeze.

  Victor grunts, “Fuck yes,” and pushes my head closer, threading my mouth onto his steel rod. I open my jaw as wide as it�
��ll go to take him. Victor’s cock is easily the biggest I’ve ever seen, let alone had the pleasure of fellating. I shift and wiggle to find the best position in which to take him, and I’m already getting wet again from this—the stretch of my mouth and the throb of his cock inside it.

  I reach down to press the heel of my palm against my aching clit, grinding against it as I give his cock a powerful suck. Victor inhales loudly, a gusty and gruff sound, before his other hand reaches down to palm my breast.

  I moan around his dick and feel his reaction in the squeeze of his palm as it massages my tit. Briefly, I feel a sense of gratitude for my previous exploits with boys like Logan. I always knew I’d been gathering experience for this—for when I finally found my perfect daddy—but being able to finally use my skills on the man of my dreams? It’s heaven, is what it is. To hear him grunt above me, to feel the force of his willpower when he very obviously holds himself back from thrusting down my throat, to see the quiver in his thigh as I work my hand in tandem with my mouth… it’s the culmination of all my desires.

  I take my time sucking him, laving the head of his cock with my tongue, over and over, and relishing in the feel of his palm exploring the supple skin of my chest. At one point, he brings his hand to my mouth and presses into the hollow of my cheek, able to feel his cock against the inside of my mouth. I bob up and down on his hard shaft, unable to suck the whole thing down, but unable to care.

  When Victor uses his grip on my hair to tug me off, I stare at him hazy-eyed and confused, my chin dripping with saliva.

  Victor’s gaze scorches me. “Lay back,” he growls, the voice of a man who knows just what he wants and exactly how to get it. I more than happily obey, letting myself fall back onto the sand below. He kneels over my stomach, eyes drifting down to my breasts, and grabs the base of his cock.

  Instantly, I know what he desires.

  Licking my lips, I grab a handful of each tit, pressing them together. Victor makes a rough noise and shoves the head of his straining cock between them. It’s still slick with my saliva and his pre-cum, so when he thrusts between the globes of my breasts, his cock slides easily.