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Sea Changes

By: SeaCat



Watching I waited for the largest of the set. As it came close I dove under feeling it's life giving waters embrace me once again. With a gasp I breathed out the last of my air as my body changed once again, resuming it's natural form. Feeling a stir in the waters beside me I glanced over to watch in amazement as the truth was finally revealed to me. Understanding dawned as I watched my lovers body change as mine had. He had tried to tell me but I hadn't believed him. Now I had no choice but to believe him. He was, as he had said, truly one of my kind.

I had come here, to the place of the Breathers not in search of a mate but in search of knowledge. I wanted to feel for myself the differences, to feel the strangeness and to learn more about those who inhabited the world above us. I had wanted to se these descendants of our common ancestors for myself. I had been warned by those few I could find who had gone through the change what to expect. With this in mind I had come to this empty beach in the dark before sunrise.

Unwilling to lay exposed in the shallows as I changed I had dragged my suddenly heavy and unwieldy body to the base of a dune. Panting this strange medium called air I had dragged myself into the grass and bushes hiding myself from anyone who might chance to come by. It was there that he found me, weak and struggling to breath.

I had heard a thin warbling cry unlike any I had heard before. Melancholy yet somehow irresistible it had slowly moved closer to where I lay. Lifting myself a little I peeked from my place among the bushes trying to find the source of this sirens song. I had seen him then, a shadow in the early morning darkness as he walked along the beach. I watched in no little fear as this Breather slowly came closer to where I lay hidden. When he stopped in front of me, standing at the waters edge I felt my heart beat a little faster. The sky was becoming a little lighter over the waters as he stood looking at something. In the dim light I could see what he was seeing and a low moan escaped my lips as I realized he was looking at the path I had made. Slowly he turned, following the trail with his eyes until he seemed to be looking at me. Like a shark on a blood scent he followed the drag marks to the base of the dune where they vanished into the grasses.

At first he stood there saying something in a quiet deep voice. Not hearing a reply he moved closer until I knew he could see me cowering in the weeds. Looking at me laying in the sand he kept talking in that quiet voice of his. He wasn't acting the way my sisters had led me to expect. He wasn't attacking me, at least not yet. Still making those quiet noises he reached up and removed what I thought to be his skin before kneeling in front of me. Slowly he extended this skin towards me while balancing himself with his other hand. When I didn't move he laid it on the ground and moved back a little ways to watch and wait.

What was he thinking as he knelt there watching me struggling for breath? Was this some kind of game for him? The sun was just peeking over the horizon bathing the beach in it's golden glow when he moved again. Moving slowly towards me he picked up his skin and extended it towards me once again. I knew what was going to happen next, I had heard about it often enough to know I would be lucky if I survived this first attack to become his slave. The only regret I felt was I had been caught before I learned the ways of these strange creatures. Even though I knew it was useless in my weakened state I readied myself to fight. It was not our way to give up and I would not shame myself by doing so. Because of this his next move surprised me.

Instead of attacking he stopped just out of arms reach and watched me. Why was he doing this? Why didn't he just attack and get it over with? Was this some part of his game? To make it last longer? To make me even more scared than I was? Suddenly he swung his arm swinging his skin at me while with a flip of his wrist he made it open out so it fell across my shoulders before backing up again. At first I moved to shrug it off, then I noticed how warm it was. I hadn't realized I was getting chilled in the early morning air but I had been. Smiling when he saw me reach up and pull his skin closer around my shoulders he backed further away before standing.

Once again he spoke in his strange language before turning and moving quickly away. I knew this would be my one and only chance to escape. I had to be gone before he returned or my fate would be sealed to his. It took several attempts before I was able to stand upright as he did and several more tries before I could move on my feet. Slowly and unsteadily I moved away from the direction he had taken. I had only managed a short distance when I heard him once again. Turning to face him I marveled at how quickly and easily he seemed to move. How strong his legs must be to allow him to move over the sand where I could only shuffle.

As he came closer I saw he held something in his hands. Was this then the net he would use to capture me? Was he so worried about my nonexistent strength he thought to bring weapons? I barely had time to think this when he was upon me. Without pausing he threw this net around me wrapping me in a delicious warmth. Was this then his way of attack? To warm me and lull me into a false sense of security before making his move? Somehow I didn't think so and what he did next seemed to confirm my thoughts.

"My Princess, The dawn air is chill upon you and you are in need of help. Allow me to assist and protect you in your time of need."

Strangely enough I understood him. How did he, a breather come to speak my language? Granted he spoke an oddly stilted and archaic form of my language but it was my language none the less. Was he one of those who trapped my kind and traded them for money as I had heard? Even as I was thinking this I found myself nodding for I did need help and maybe, just maybe he was honest in his offer of help. Seeing this he moved slowly, pulling the strange covering more closely around me before carefully and gently picking me up. Cradling me in his arms he told me to relax as he turned and moved swiftly down the beach.

Before long we reached an odd sort of construct, in many ways it reminded me of the places of the ancients near where I lived. This one though stood alone and it's portals wee covered by some strange material. Instead of avoiding this place as we did he moved closer until he was standing outside one of the larger portals. Was he not then afraid of the sprits that inhabited it? He must have sensed my unease for he stopped and looked at me cradled gently in his arms as a youngling would be cradled in it's caretakers arms.

"My Princess you may relax. You have nothing to fear for this place is not inhabited by spirits. Instead it is inhabited by myself. It is a place of refuge and safety for you. A place where you may rest and regain your strength."

Having said this he set me on my feet and opened the portal and led me shuffling inside before closing it once again. Once inside I stopped and looked around me in surprise. Instead of being dark and oppressive as I had expected it was brightly lit by the sun shining in through several large portals covered with a clear substance. Instead of standing empty as those in my land were this one was filled with strange objects both on the floor and along the walls. Guiding me gently he led me to one of these strange objects. Seeing my confusion he showed me how to use this thing he called a couch and soon I was relaxing on it luxuriating in it's softness. Smiling gently he told me to rest a bit while he gathered something for me to eat. Would I be able to eat what the breathers called food? This was something I hadn't thought about before but now I would find out.

He came back from another room with a large platter in his hands. Setting this down in front of me he apologized for the meager fare as I stared in wonder at the array of fresh fish laying there. He bade me to eat as he picked up a small box and after setting it on what he called a table pointed it at me. When he touched something on it's side I heard a click then a slight sound before feeling myself bathed in a wonderful warmth. Doing as he had asked I moved closer to the table, allowing the strangely comfortable netting to fall away from my body as I did so and grabbed the first fish. Thanking the Gods for their bounty I started eating what he had placed in front of me, rarely had I eaten such a feast as this.

When I had finished and was licking my fingers clean he looked at me.

"Now my Princess, what do I call you?"

I thought about this for a minute. Although he called me Princess, the nickname we had for those of us still able to change, he did so in that odd dialect. Should I tell him my name? Did I dare? There were some among us who thought a name had magical properties and knowing another persons name gave you some power over them. While I wasn't one of these mystics I still hesitated. After a short while he seemed to tire of waiting and standing turned to an oddly decorated wall.

This wall was made of shelves holding thick pieces of some material. Curious I watched as he pulled one of these down and to my surprise it opened to show many thin pieces of material inside of it. Moving from my place on the cushions I stood beside him and looked in curiosity at what he held. Now I could see these pieces were covered in by strange designs. It took me a moment to understand what I was seeing. These designs were the breathers version of writing. How ingenious of them to have their writing in these things he called books. He even allowed me to hold this book while he looked quickly through several more before finding what he was looking for and turning to me with a smile.

"Because you do not wish to tell me your name, and because you seem to have come from the sea I believe I shall call you Venus."

Saying this he tipped the book he held in his hands in my direction. To my surprise this one had a picture in it, a picture of a woman walking out of the waves onto a beach. Was all of this information then held in these books? Could I learn their history and teachings just by reading these books filled with their strange symbols? If so I wanted to be able to understand it. When I told him this he smiled again and led me back to the couch. When I was once again seated he carried the platter into the other room. When he returned he was carrying several sheets of that strange substance in the books and what he called a pencil. Setting these on the table he started drawing. I soon saw he was drawing the same symbols I had seen in the books. Under each of these he drew more symbols which he explained were how each one sounded when said aloud. In this way he started teaching me not only to read but also to speak the language of the breathers. As he was doing this I realized I didn't know what he was called. Asking him he laughed, a low rumble in his chest, and told me to call him David.

It didn't take me long to learn the basics of his language. I was an apt student because I not only wanted but needed to learn this language. Within the next few days I was not only speaking but reading his language. Oh there were stumbling blocks of course, mainly in how I pronounced the different words as well as how I dealt with some of their foolish rules. I was constantly amazed at what I was learning. At first I couldn't believe how many people there were living on land. This was overshadowed only by how many languages they spoke. How did they all communicate and get along with each other? I was surprised by the many ways these people worshiped their Gods but was saddened at how violent some of these ways seemed to be. Perhaps the most shocking to me though was how these peoples had relegated those like me to the realms of myths and fantasy.

When I learned this I retreated to my room to be alone with my own memories. I remembered the lessons I had learned as a youngling where I had listened to the history of my people and of how we had split from the breathers. I had learned that in a time of a great famine our people, one of the tribes of man, had left the lands to live aboard great rafts. My people had lived on these rafts for many years, slowly changing to adapt to our new environment. We learned to not only live on the waters but to live with and in them. We became one with them. Over time many of the people adapted beyond the rest, their bodies changed and they were able to spend more and more time underwater. Over time these changelings became the majority. Those who couldn't change slowly vanished until only those who adapted to the water were left.

Those were dangerous times for my people. From the land came raiders intent on killing or enslaving any they found. Too many rafts were lost to them and their fast ships. Too many of our people were captured and sold as freaks for the entertainment of those on land. Soon my people abandoned the rafts and lived their entire lives under water. They built a society, a civilization under the waves. Now their bodies changed even more. Now the changes became more dramatic, more pronounced. My people lost their legs, in their place they grew tails. Our hands became larger with webs between the fingers. Along our backs we grew gills allowing us to breath. No longer were we dependant on the surface. Slowly we moved deeper into the Abyss.

Among my people there was a group, a minority who wished to remain in contact with the land. They argued that those on land would have things we either wanted or needed. They claimed that one day those on land would once again welcome us as family. Few among my people agreed with this group. The death and slavery were too recent to be put aside so easily. Soon this minority left, they moved away from us. Rarely were they seen or heard of and before too many generations they were mostly forgotten except as a lesson in our history.

When I came out of my room I explained to David what I had remembered. He didn't say much when I said this but I did notice he was writing it all down. Quickly now my education continued. David taught me about his people. He taught me how they thought and what they seemed to like. He introduced me to music and to what he called movies. He taught me to wear clothes, those same strange skins he had draped over me when we had first met. He slowly allowed me to sample the foods of the breathers, foods that tasted strange yet exciting to me. Most of all though he worked on strengthening my body. Every day we went down to the beach. Every day we did what he called exercises that made my body grow stronger. I was always amazed at the power and strength in his body. When I lay panting on the sand he continued exercising, pushing his body until his muscles trembled. Slowly my body grew stronger and before too long I could stay with him through his entire workout. It was only then that he allowed me the greatest education. He took me to places he called cities.

At first these strange places scared me. We had nothing like them in my land. There were too many people all moving at once. It was confusing, it was exciting and it scared me beyond words. Thankfully though David was always with me. I knew he wouldn't allow anything to happen to me. I knew without question that he would protect me. In this as well as his knowledge he reminded me of another thing my teachers had told me of those who had left.

Those who had left to follow their path of trading and treating with the Breathers held a strange set of beliefs. Beliefs that seemed to contradict each other. They claimed that they wanted peace, that they respected all others and yet they trained themselves in the skills of warfare. They said they loved the arts and philosophy yet they trained themselves in the use of weapons. It was said that they respected courage and valor as much as they respected love and the softer emotions. I had been told that they loved knowledge just as they loved their freedom. I saw this in David one evening less than a month before I had to return to my own realm.

We had just weathered a major storm, what the Television called a Hurricane. David had gone for one of his walks along the beach to see what the waves had churned up while I remained in the house. I was sitting in the living room reading by candle light and listening to a small battery run radio when I heard the front door rattle. I looked up in confusion, David had left through one of the doors leading directly to the beach. Why would he be coming back through the front door and why was he shaking the door so? He had his keys with him. I was thinking this when I saw the door splinter as the men there kicked their way inside. I had enough time to stand and open my mouth to scream before they attacked.

What followed was a confused blur of images. I felt myself thrown to the couch as these men surrounded me. I felt my clothing torn from me as they touched me in ways I had never been touched before. One of them, the largest, pushed the others away and ordered them to hold me down. My nose wrinkled in disgust at the smell coming from him as he removed his clothes while leering down at me. As though in a dream I felt his hands on my legs as he roughly spread them apart even as I heard the sound of breaking glass behind me. I knew without looking that David had come home.

I lay there fully exposed on the couch as I watched him move into view. His shirt was missing and blood flowed from several small cuts. I could hear the sound of the waves through the broken window as he moved to confront my attackers. They laughed an called him a little man as he moved slowly and gracefully towards them. They pulled knives while telling him what they would do to both him and me. Instead of the look of fear they obviously expected he smiled. A slow, predatory smile that reminded me somehow of the expression of the Tigers on T.V. grew on his face as he moved ever closer. My attackers couldn't understand this, they expected fear and begging for mercy not a smile. What happened next was so quick that it barely registered on my mind. The three of them attacked and David seemed to blur as he moved. A flash of candle light on steel, a blur of movement. A scream then silence. It was over.

As though in a dream I watched as David hoisted one of the men onto his shoulder and turned towards the door to the beach. I had to know what he was doing and sitting up I asked him. Looking back at me he answered in a quiet voice.

"My Princess, I know that you have learned about the rules here from my books and the little bit of television you have watched. I know that your people also follow the rules as set down by your rulers. Unfortunately there are times when a person must take care of a problem without following the rules, this is one of those times."

I didn't have to ask him what he meant, he could see the question in the expression on my face. Was he saying that not all of the laws here were meant to be followed at all times as they were where I came from?

"Yes Venus I am going to break one of our many laws. You see sometimes the laws here don't make sense. Unlike where you come from we keep adding laws to keep up with what is acceptable behavior, but we never seem to get rid of the old laws. They just get ignored until it is convenient for someone to use them for their own gain. Sometimes you have to rely on yourself and what you believe is right."

I nodded as though I understood what he had said and started helping him even as I thought about his comments. One thing he had said struck a chord in me. His comment about doing what you thought was right and relying on yourself echoed in my mind even as we disposed of the bodies. By the time we had tossed the last of our attackers into the water for Poseidon to take care of I had made up my mind. I would do what I wanted, I would do what I thought was right and I would do it soon before it was too late.


Sea Changes



It was easier than I expected, the fulfillment of my plans. These Breathers, these poor landlocked people who could not change as I did engaged in something unheard of in my world, something I wished to try. I had read about it in several of David's books and had felt my heart speed up each time they described the sensations and emotions involved in this strange thing they called sex. I studied it, I read everything I could find on it for it intrigued me. I was amazed that the Breathers used it not only for procreation but for enjoyment as well. I was almost disappointed that the Breathers also on occasion used it or other reasons, the main one being control and power. I imagined that the one, power, was the reason those men had attacked me. I was fascinated by this thing they called sex and I intended to experience it before I returned to my home.

Among my people we did not have this sex. We procreated differently. Every year the women between the ages of puberty and the change were required to show up at one of the Temples to have their eggs harvested. The men I'm sure went through something similar. After that it was all in the capable hands of the Medici's and our rulers. We had no contact with the young ones until they left their crèches with the basic skills needed to survive in our world. This was as we were told it should be, as it had to be. I knew from my reading that we had the same sexual organs, even when I was in my true form I had them, but we didn't use them the way the breathers did. Now I wanted to try it their way and I knew with whom I wanted to do so.

When it did happen it was not at all how I had planned it. We had been walking along the beach on a blustery evening looking for a spot to have a picnic dinner when it started raining. This wasn't one of the pleasant gentle rains I had learned to enjoy, this was a tropical downpour complete with Lightening and Thunder. While both of us enjoyed watching these storms we weren't in a good place, we had to get off the beach so we didn't become part of the show ourselves. Running in the soft sand we finally came to an abandoned shack at the edge of the dunes. One wall was missing but the remaining walls and roof were enough to shelter us from the storm. Standing there looking out and watching the storm in our sodden clothes I began to get chilled. At first David thought my shivering was because of fear but he soon realized what was happening.

Turning his back on the raging storm he motioned me to a corner out of the wind. Dropping to his knees in the center of the floor he quickly scooped out a small hole in the sand. Turning from this he gathered any and all of the dry wood he could find, breaking it into pieces as he piled it up. Before too long he had a respectable pile of wood near the hole in the sand. Removing his pack he dug inside it for a minute before coming up with one of our paper plates, which he crumpled before dropping it into the pit. On top of this he piled small pieces of wood before reaching down and touching the flame from his lighter to the paper. Before long I could feel the heat radiating from the small fire he had built slowly warming me.

When the fire was going well he stood and asked me to remove my wet clothing se he could dry it. I had no problem with his request as in my realm we wore no clothing and even here I wore as little as possible for comfort. To me there was nothing wrong with nudity, although this time I did feel a bit different about stripping in front of him. I watched as he took my clothes and after shaking the sand from them hung them along with his from the small boards running just beneath the roof of the shack. I couldn't explain why I felt different this time as I watched him turn towards me, something inside of me had changed but I didn't know what.

Because he had hung the clothes on the opposite side of the fire from me I could clearly see him as he moved. The dancing ruddy light from the small fire at his feet highlighted his muscular chest with shadows. It seemed to pick out his scars as though trying to show me just how valiant he was in battle. It contrasted he planes o his face in light and shadow as he looked towards me. It made me see him differently even as it bathed me in it's welcome warmth.

I watched as he slowly made his way around the fire, stopping just long enough to grab the small pack he had been carrying as he came towards where I stood. Smoothing the sand in the corner with a foot he pulled out the thin ground cloth we had been planning on using for our picnic. Spreading this on the sand he gracefully lowered himself to sit on it even as he motioned for me to join him.

There in the shack as our clothes dried and the storm raged around us we had our picnic dinner. Because I was still shivering Dave had me move closer to him and wrapped an arm around me, pulling my body against his. I could feel the heat of him as we ate the food we had been carrying. Before too long we had finished eating and Dave moved away from me just long enough to add some wood to the fire. Even in that short period of time I started shivering again. Seeing this he resumed his place and tried to pull me close once more but I had a better idea. If sitting next to him gave me some of his bodies warmth then being closer would give me even more. Without saying a word I pushed his arm to the side and climbed into his lap. Now I could truly feel the warmth of his skin against mine as he wrapped his arms around me holding me close.

In this way we sat and watched the storm outside as I slowly warmed. It was then that I felt a strange feeling inside of me, one I had never felt before. It was as if something were waking inside of me. As I sat there in his lap I felt an odd sort of heat inside of me, a heat and a strange yearning but a yearning for what? An idea came to me as I thought about this. Was this what the Breather Females talked about? Was this what they meant when they said they became hot? Was this what they felt when they became excited and wanted to have sex with someone?

Lifting my head I looked at his face as I sat in his protective embrace. His dark eyes were half closed as he watched the storm outside of our hovel. Feeling me move he looked down at me and slowly smiled. Shifting my position on his lap I felt something move pressing against my hip. Had I hurt him? He didn't seem to be in pain, in fact he seemed to be trying his hardest to ignore what was happening. It took me a minute to figure out what was going on and when I did I almost started giggling like a child. He was becoming aroused as I sat in his lap. My giggles though were stopped by the feelings my body was producing. It almost felt like the area between my legs was swelling and growing even warmer as I thought about him becoming aroused. My breasts too started to feel changed, they almost ached as my nipples hardened again only this time not from the cold.

Shifting my position again I felt him grow even harder as my hip pressed against him. Looking at him I saw a strange expression on his face. He seemed uncomfortable. Before I could ask him what was wrong he gently lifted me off his lap and sat me on the ground cloth before standing and facing away from me. What was wrong? Had I hurt him? This time I did ask him as he moved to kneel before the fire. Slowly he added some wood to the fire before turning just his head and answering me.

"No my Princess you did not hurt me."

"Then why did you get up so suddenly?" I asked, honestly puzzled by his sudden reaction.

"It's, Venus it's hard to explain. Where you come from this never happens, it's unheard of so you wouldn't understand."

"What do you mean I wouldn't understand, what wouldn't I understand?"

Looking over his shoulder his eyes met mine for the briefest of moments before he turned away again. In that instant I saw something I had never seen in him before. I saw fear.

"It's, it's hard to explain," he started. "What I was going to do, what I wanted to do I can't. It wouldn't be fair to you. It's not something you do and because of this I would be no better than those men I killed when they attacked you. I have, I have done nothing to hurt you and have no wish to hurt you now."

Hearing this I suddenly did understand. Now I knew what was going on and I even had a good idea why. He was afraid, David was honestly afraid but not for himself. He was afraid for me, and I understood his reasons. In his world I was still considered a virgin, but in my world I was not. I had already had my eggs harvested several times so while I knew there was going to be some pain there wouldn't be as much as he expected. Even as I was thinking this I found myself telling him what I was thinking and why. That was the hardest part for me, explaining why I wanted to experience this.

For the next couple of minutes David just knelt there looking at the fire as he thought. I could feel my heart racing as I waited, would he deny me? Somehow I knew that his saying no would hurt like nothing I had experienced before. Slowly he stood while turning to face me. His body, being between me and the fire was shadowed but I could still see how it had changed from my actions and my words. Without a word he moved to sit beside me before gently picking me up and setting me back in his lap.

"My Princess if this is truly what you want then I will do my best to make it as pleasurable as you seem to expect it to be."

Hearing this I smiled to myself as I leaned back against his chest. Shifting in his grip I turned so I was sitting across his lap. Now I could see his face as we talked quietly. I could feel him stirring, growing beneath me as we talked. I could feel him pressing ever harder against my leg as I sat there and knew it had to be uncomfortable for him. Shifting my weight slightly I spread my legs a bit and watched as he slid between them, resting against my thigh. I heard his sigh of relief when I did this and wondered if this was what it was all about. I felt kind of disappointed, where was all of the excitement the Breathers talked about? Somehow I knew there had to be more than this.

I remembered something else I had read about, a thing called a kiss. I had never done this before but I did want to try it. From the little bit I had read about it, it was supposed to be something special and maybe it was something that would give me those feelings I so wanted to experience. Lifting my arms I slipped one behind his neck and pulled his face towards mine. Pursing my lips tightly together as I had read should be done I felt my lips touch his. Once again I was disappointed, it seemed to have no effect on him and it certainly had no effect on me. I lowered my arms in dejection while David looked at me with a small smile and asked what I had just done.

When I told him and why he looked surprised. His smile faded as he looked at me and a strange expression grew on his face, one I hadn't seen before. I was afraid I had done something wrong when he didn't say anything for a long minute but then to my surprise he shook his head.

"You say you just kissed me?" He asked me with wonder. "Maybe that's how they say to do it in those books you've been reading but that is certainly not the way I learned to do it."

I didn't know what to say to this. Were the books wrong about kissing or had I just misunderstood them? Before I could think of anything to say I felt him moving as he told me to relax and close my eyes. I felt his one arm move slightly so it was cradling me across my back, supporting me as he rested his other hand on one of my arms. I hadn't realized just how tensed up I was until he told me to relax. Slowly I forced myself to relax as I closed my eyes. Cradled in his arms I felt myself relaxing, the stress leaving me even as I felt him move again. Before I knew it I felt the first faint whisper of his breath against my cheek as he brought his face to mine.

I almost jumped when I felt his skin against mine, whisper soft he just barely touched me before withdrawing. What was he doing? It took a moment for me to realize it was his lips touching my cheek so softly even as they touched it again. Slowly he moved his lips closer to mine, gently caressing my face as he moved. I felt his strong arms cradling my body in with a feeling of security as he eased me over. Now his lips did touch mine, I felt them for the briefest second before they pulled away only to return a second time. This time I felt my lips part slightly of their own accord even as I felt my heart hammering in my chest. I couldn't believe how this felt, I didn't believe just his lips touching mine could make me feel this way. When his lips touched mine for the third time I couldn't resist, I moved my arms and held him so his lips stayed against mine. I heard someone moan slightly as I felt his tongue touching the insides of my lips. I mirrored what he was doing and soon our tongues were touching and twining around each other. I heard myself sigh into his mouth when he moved his free hand across my body to gently rub my arm. Every time it moved I felt his forearm brush against my breasts. I had never felt anything like this. Even as my body reacted to what he was doing I felt him grow even harder between my legs, pressing insistently against me.

I knew vaguely from my reading how my body should be reacting as it got ready for what was supposed to happen next. Sliding my hand down my belly I eased it between my legs brushing lightly against him and making him jump slightly as I did so. I could feel how I was changing down there, how I felt slightly swollen and quite slippery. As I felt myself my fingers brushed against a little nubbin of flesh I hadn't known was there and caused me to jump. It hadn't hurt, but the feelings created by touching that had surprised me. The feelings from there were so intense they almost took my breath away and I couldn't stop myself from moving my fingers back to explore these new sensations.

Somehow sensing what I was doing David moved his hand off my arm and slowly slid it down my body until it rested between my legs next to mine. Gently he replaced my hand with his as he gently started exploring me down there. Gently his fingers spread me open for the first time and touched me making me gasp. Hearing this he pulled his face away from mine and asked if I was okay. I was more than okay, I was feeling something I had never known was possible. My body felt as though it was on fire and yet my skin was tingling as if I were cold. I found I couldn't say anything, I could barely nod my head as his fingers kept moving on me. When he asked if I wanted him to stop I almost screamed in panic, I didn't want him to stop I wanted him to keep doing what he was doing. Shaking my head violently from side to side I could hear the smile in his voice as he once more told me to relax as he moved me off his lap. What was he doing?

David's hands never left my body as he eased me to the Ground Cloth. Gently he lay me on my back as he shifted so he was kneeling beside me and looking at me as though for the first time. Slowly he leaned down and kissed me again. I wanted to protest when his lips left mine but the words died when I felt his lips on my neck. I gasped instead as I felt the lightest touch of his lips on my skin there. I twitched when I felt his tongue gently touch me behind the ear. How could this be so exciting? I asked myself before his lips and tongue distracted me again. Now he was moving further down my body, crossing over my collar bones as he slowly made his way to my chest. I could feel his breath hot against my skin as he explored the first swelling of my breasts before moving between them.

I could feel my breathing becoming erratic as he slowly eased his body over mine and his mouth moved over my breasts. Teasing me he slowly spiraled his mouth around my breasts as he moved closer and closer to my nipples. My nipples, Oh gods how they ached in their hardness. They ached from it and yet they felt so good. I almost screamed when his lips found one of them and gently brushed over it. I think I did scream when his lips lightly closed around it and he gently sucked it into his mouth. I could feel his tongue brushing and rubbing against it's now overly sensitive skin as he moved a hand to gently knead my other breast. Hot and cold, my body didn't know how to react as h kept working his magic on me. When he switched breasts I almost though I had died, it felt as though my heart had stopped. When he moved his hand back between my legs and again found that sensitive spot there I felt myself arching my back trying to push myself against his hand.

I couldn't believe what I was feeling as he played my body. I could feel a different type of tension building inside of me. A feeling I had never known before. As it grew stronger I felt him move once again. His mouth left my breasts, leaving my nipples hard yet tender and wanting more attention as he slowly eased his way further down my body. I heard myself asking him what he was doing even as I felt my skin trembling under his touch. When his tongue dipped into my navel I gasped for air. When he moved his hand from between my legs I wanted to protest and lifting my head I saw he had moved so he was kneeling beside my hips. My protest died as I watched him leaning even further down and my eyes closed in shocked disbelief even as my body arched up to meet his mouth as he kissed me between my legs. He had replaced his fingers with his mouth and the feelings he was creating were incredible, I couldn't believe what he was doing to me. I couldn't believe I could feel anything this intense and still be alive as my tension built even higher inside of me.

When he sucked that little bit of flesh into his mouth and rubbed his teeth against it I think I did die for a little bit. I could hear myself screaming his name as my body quaked and the tension exploded inside me into a brilliant wave of light and feelings. I slowly came back to my senses to feel David laying beside me with a concerned look on his face as he cradled my body against his. Smiling I kissed him while wondering if this was what the books had been talking about. If it was then I could understand the fascination the Breathers had with it. But that couldn't have been it, I remembered reading so much that there was something else. The man had to do something with what was between his legs. Something the books made out to be both filthy and almost magical at the same time.

Lifting my head and looking down our bodies I could see how his body had responded to what he had been doing. I couldn't believe how hard he looked, how hard and how large compared to how he usually looked when he was nude. I knew from my reading that he was somehow supposed to put that inside of me but the books hadn't explained how. Seeing where I was looking he gently turned my head so I was looking at him while softly asking if this was truly what I wanted. Nodding yes I watched as he leaned towards me again. Kissing me he slowly moved, I felt him shifting his body his legs forcing mine apart as they slid between them. Now as he moved I could feel him pressing against me, gently nudging me as he readied himself.

I felt him move his hand between us and watched as he guided himself to me. Slowly and gently he pressed against me until I felt my lips spreading as he pushed just the end of himself into me. The feel of him, just that little bit of him, moving inside of me making me gasp. Hearing this he stopped and looked at me in concern while asking if I was all right. Seeing me nod and hearing me telling him to keep doing what he was doing he smiled gently while pushing even more of himself inside of me. I felt every inch of him sliding inside as my body opened to him. My mind was on fire as was my body. How could we have forgotten this? How could we have forsaken this?




Sea Changes



Before I knew it he had buried himself deep inside of me. I could feel his thick wiry hair scratching lightly against my belly as he paused. Slowly he pulled himself back out leaving me with an empty feeling. Was this it? Was that all there was? When he had pulled almost all the way out he stopped then slowly eased his way back in making me gasp. Oh Gods how I loved this, I loved how my body was surrendering to him. I could feel my inner walls being forced gently apart as he moved into me, I could feel every inch, every rise and dip in his skin as he moved inside me. My heart was racing as I felt my body reacting to what he was doing. I felt myself moving along with him, lifting my hips and trying to force more of him into me every time he slid inside of me. I felt him shift above me then felt one of his hands on my breast. Gently he kneaded my flesh there as he moved inside of me for the first time. I could feel that tension building inside of me once again, stronger and more forceful than before. This time I knew it would consume me, this time I knew I would die but I would do so of sheer delight.

I surprised myself when without thinking about it I wrapped my legs around his waist and used my heels to push him even further into me. I wanted to feel all of him, I wanted him inside of me when I died. Slowly he started to move faster even as our breathing grew ragged. As though from a distance I heard myself urging him to go faster. His hand had never left my breast and now instead of kneading it he started lightly pinching and pulling my nipple making it grow even harder as waves of pleasure seemed to radiate from there to meet with the ones coming from between my legs.

My hands were on his shoulders now pulling his face to mine even as I met his thrusts with my own. The wave was growing higher and stronger and I knew that soon it would engulf me, taking me with it. I wanted to kiss him goodbye before I died. Strangely even through all of this I could feel him growing even larger inside of me, thicker and longer as he slid in and out of me.

Kissing, our breath mingling as one just as our bodies were now one. Kissing him I felt how ragged his breathing had become as his sweaty skin slid over mine. Kissing him I felt him move his hand away from my breast as his chest slid against mine. His skin rubbed against my sensitive nipples as he moved making me want to scream in delight. With a roar of light that wave crashed over me as with his own roar he thrust himself deep inside of me and held himself there. Through the feelings crashing through my body I could feel him twitching inside of me before a warm sensation spread through me. My own body was twitching beneath his as my eyes slid shut and death overtook me.

As I began to think again I was subjected to a number of confusing sensations. Why did it feel as though I was being pinned against something hard? Why did my body feel warm and yet my arms and legs felt chilled? How was it possible to feel so exhausted and yet so filled with energy? What was going on? Was this truly the afterlife? If so it was much different than what had been described to me by my teachers when I was younger.

Slowly I forced my eyes open even as I registered the sound of a crashing surf and what I somehow knew was the sounds of rain on a roof. As my eyes focused I could see a blur above me which slowly came into focus. It was a face and not just any face for as I looked at it recognition came. I was looking up at David as he looked down at me. Was I not dead then?

Slowly I remembered the rains and the fire. I remembered this man holding me in his arms to keep me warm, then with a rush the rest of it came back to me and I found myself smiling up at him. Now I knew the reason I couldn't move, his body was laying on top of mine. I now knew the wonderful sensations still echoing through my body had been caused by him. In fact I could still feel him inside of me, moving slightly as we breathed. Moving slightly and slowly shrinking inside of me as we lay there.

As our breathing returned towards normal David carefully shifted above me so his weight wasn't resting completely on me. After a short while he leaned down and kissed me again. This kiss though was different from the others. Yes it was charged and yes I could feel it throughout my body but this kiss seemed to promise something. This kiss promised a future, this kiss promised his protection and his being thee. As I felt this a deep sadness grew in me. How could I explain to him the this wasn't possible, that he couldn't be there for me? We were too different him and I. Yes I could bring him back with me, yes I could even force the change on him but that wouldn't be right. He would be reliant on me then, reliant for his very life and I couldn't do that to him. He was a man, a strong and very self reliant man and not a toy or plaything.

While these thoughts were running through my head, and I was trying to think of a way to explain to him that my time here with him was limited I felt him shrink even further until he slid out without either of us moving. When he felt this he moved so he was sitting on the ground cloth, his back against the wall. On his face was a look I can only describe as despair. Had my silence, my not responding to his kiss caused this? Without a word he motioned for me to join him an with a shy smile I slid back into his lap to be wrapped again in his arms. We sat there like this for a while just watching and listening to the rain. Finally he spoke, his voice a rumble I could feel through his chest.

"My dear Venus, my darling princess from the seas. I know that your time here is coming to an end. I can feel the pull of the seas on you even as I watch you looking at the water in the mornings. You haven't had to say anything, I know your laws and their consequences. You haven't told me your true name and to me that doesn't matter. To me you will always be my Venus."

When he fell silent I looked up t him before saying anything. His strange knowledge of my realm no longer surprised me. I told him I did indeed have to be leaving soon even though I didn't want to. I didn't want to leave his side, he had taught me so much. Hearing this he smiled and gently stroked my hair before kissing the side of my face.

Quietly he told me then that he wouldn't run the risk of me running afoul of our laws. He told me that he knew when I had to return and then surprised me by telling me when he wanted me to leave, two days earlier than I had to. He didn't let me argue with him about it, every time I tried to say something he just kissed me and held me close.

When we fell silent we sat there looking out at the night. His arms somehow felt right wrapped around me, his quiet strength lending me strength. I knew what he had said was right but I didn't want to leave him. Maybe that was why he seemed to be pushing me away. Sitting there while listening to the gentle fall of the rain and thinking this I slipped into sleep.

When I woke I found myself still wrapped in his arms as he sat there watching the sun peek over the horizon. Had he slept? I sat there feeling safe and secure as I remembered the night before. Somehow it seemed as though I had dreamt the whole thing but I knew I hadn't. I marveled at how it had felt and wondered at why my people had given it up. I thought about and couldn't understand the rules and Taboo's the Breathers had placed on this wonderful act. I had read about the many reasons and couldn't understand them. I wondered about and thought about this as the sun rose and warmed the day. I wondered at how it felt to be held by this wonderful man. Somehow I felt that with him with me nothing bad would ever happen, that he would stop the world if he had to in order to protect me. I even knew I would willingly give up everything I knew and cherished to be with him, and yet I also knew he wouldn't allow me to do that. Was this what the Breathers called Love?

Feeling him stir I looked up at him and watched as he smiled before kissing me a good morning. He seemed strangely energized as we gathered our things together. He seemed relaxed and well rested as we dressed, not a hint of stress or worry crossed his face as we talked about what we do that day. The only things that would have made this morning perfect would have been a cup of coffee for him and my serenity.

My sense of serenity had faded as soon as I thought about having to leave him and his reaction to it. He seemed not resigned to it but almost as if he were happy. How could that be? Didn't he feel the same way towards me that I felt towards him? Holding hands as lovers do we walked silently back to his house on the beach. Slowly we entered that strange place I now called home and cleaned up from the night before. Our shower, together for the first time, was joyous and enlightening. We re-enacted the night before only this time we were standing with the warm water cascading over our bodies.

Late that afternoon as I prepared our evening meal I heard the rumble of his voice coming from the den as he argued with someone on the telephone. That night as we sat on the patio watching the moonlight on the waves I asked him a favor, one that he denied. I asked that he not follow me the next morning. I didn't want him to see me change, I didn't want to ruin his memories of me as a breather.

That night after we had made love in his bed I heard him moving around the house. It sounded as though he was packing for a trip. Once I even heard the rumble of his voice as he quietly cursed something. Before I fell back asleep he rejoined me and told me everything was taken care of. He too would be returning home in the morning. When I woke the next morning it was to find the bed empty. Had he already left me? As I lay wondering this I heard the clattering of dishes in the kitchen and knew he hadn't. Slipping from the bed I made my way to the kitchen where he was waiting for me. On the table was a platter filled with fresh fish while next to the door sat a small odd looking bag.

As we sat naked at the table eating what was to be our last meal together he seemed happy and relaxed. Avoiding the subject of my leaving we talked about the many things I had learned and experienced during my too short time with him. We laughed at some of the mistakes I had made and laughed even louder at some of the mistakes he had made. Finally though it was time. Time for me to leave him forever and return to my world.

As I stood from my place at the table he stood to join me. He held the door for me even as he slung that strange bag over his shoulders and locked the door behind him. Slowly we walked down to the waters edge. Holding him tight I kissed him for what I knew was the last time before telling him my true name. He didn't seem surprised that my name translated into Venus, instead he pulled me closer while whispering in my ear.

"I know my princess, I knew your name from the first time I laid eyes upon you. Who else but a Venus would come from the sea as you did? I knew your name and I knew who and what you were but I allowed you to keep your secrets. I allowed this because we all have our secrets."

What was he talking about? How had he known who I was? How had he known what I was, or did he? Slowly what he was saying registered in my mind as he kept whispering in my ear.

"You told me once about how the tribes had split and one had vanished. Some of them did vanish, they left the seas to become Breathers as you call them. Some of them died and still others quietly rejoined your tribe. Now there are very few left, of the original thousands there are but a few hundred who still roam the seas and trade with those who live on land. This," he said while motioning to the bag on his back, "Is all of the knowledge I have gained over the years. I have been saving it while waiting for the right time and today is that time. Today the numbers of the lost tribe will shrink by one for today one of them does the unthinkable. He takes a mate."

I didn't know if I was hearing him correctly but he didn't give me a chance to think about it. Releasing his embrace he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the water. Slowly the water rose about our bodies until it was caressing our hips. Letting go of his hand I turned away, I couldn't bear the thought of him watching me as I timed the waves with my tears running down my face. Diving into the face of the largest I felt the waters welcoming embrace as my body changed. I felt the water coursing along my sides as my body reverted to it's natural form. Looking to the side I saw him dive under the wave and follow me. I would have gasped if I could have when I saw his body change as mine had. I watched in amazement as he changed without my help or assistance. This man who had become my lover on land truly had kept a secret from me. Now I understood so much that had confused me as we made our way to deeper water.

Holding hands as lovers do we slipped through the waters. Our tails moving us effortlessly through the depths with relaxed stroke. Somehow I felt the fingers of my free hand touching me where he had touched me on land and smiled in delight as I felt the thrill racing through my body. Rolling so I was underneath him I teased him, running my fingers along his hardening length. I knew that later, when we reached safer waters we would begin again the exploration of our bodies just as I knew that we would spend the rest of our lives together enjoying this and teaching others.