Lost at Sea

[Orithyia]

I heard him speak but it was the look on his face that made me smile. I was quick to forget the nearly overwhelming feelings that Matt coudl rise in me and I took him hand and made the way down to the pools of water. When the ground leveled out a bit we had to cross the trail of water and at it's deepest it reached just below my knees.

There off to the side was a large smooth rock perfectly level and I pointed to it. It was my sunning rock and me and Vessa would dry ourselves under the sun on that rock and take naps. But I wasn't here to show him one of my many sleeping rock, I was here to teaching him to swim where the dangerous clutched of the ocean couldn't get him.

Picking my way and still in control of Matt's hand I made for the shallow parts of the pool. I didn't know how to start, all seals even babies knew how to swim but I was determined to try. I let his hand go and walked into the water until it reached just below my breasts. The closer I moved to the falling water the deeper the pool got and at it's deepest I could dive down and with my hand reached up and still not reach the top of the water. It was the best pool to jump into and I wanted to show Matt my skills but it could wait.

I splashed my hands against the top of the water and waved. Sharks attacked splashing of playing seals and I wanted to show him that nothing would attack in the splashing I was making. "Matt." I wanted him to join me in the water.

 

[tcost]

I had no trouble crossing the little brook, the water there came up no further than my calves. More important, it was so clear that I could see the bottom, and be sure that there was nothing sharp down there. Earlier on, I had been very worried that I might cut one of my bare feet on some unseen sharp bit of rock or coral. Or someting; it wasn't rational. This was fresh water, there wouldn't be any coral here, would there?

When Romy pointed to the large, flat rock, I supposed that she wanted us to go there. It did look to be a pleasant vantage point, although probably a little uncomfortably hard-surfaced to sit upon for very long. I did have kind of a bony butt.

She let go my hand, and I almost spoke up in protest, but instead I watched as she waded into much deeper water. I wondered how deep these pools might go? I couldn't see the bottom, and that fear gripped my heart as I realized that Romy was expecting me to follow her.

I would follow her anywhere, though, regardless of the terror I had to overcome. I went out after her, trying to peer through the water, to make sure of my footing. Just here, I could still see down below, but I kept my head down at every moment.

 

[Orithyia]

Matt's head was down staring at the water and I crossed to him and looked down too. I didn't see anything, did he? I looked up and placed hands at both side of his face and turned his head to look at me and gave him my biggest, happiest smiles. The water was now at my hips, it was a little shallow for my tastes but if Matt didn't want to go any deeper I wouldn't be the one to force him.

"Det er greit." I told him in soothing tones letting my hands fall from his face. "Det er greit."

The first thing I had to do was figure out if my human could float. I could but that didn't mean that he could. I pruned my lips thinking. He seemed to do as I did so I lowered myself into the water and flipped on my back and floated. I stayed like that for a few seconds and then stood up and looked at him expectantly. With my hand flipped over I rested it on the surface on the water as if it were floating and pointed at him with a nod of my head.

 

[tcost]

"Det er greit," I repeated, in that gentle tone of voice she had. It sounded downright Germanic, and like a simple sentemce. a noun followed by a verb, followed by a direct object or some kind of predicate. The best I could do was to make vague guesses so far, though.

On the other hand, we were doing better at communicating by gesture. I was pretty sure that she wanted me to lay on my back in the water, as she had just done.

That part was fairly easy, but I felt very silly since my cock had gotten stiffer again and now was pointed toward the sky as I lay half-submerged in the pool. I think I may actually have blushed.

 

[Orithyia]

I nodded when he repeated the words back to me. He seemed more skilled in repeating the sounds that I made then I was. I wondered if I would ever understand the meaning of his sounds or if he would grasp the made up language that Vessa and me had made as pups.

A smile came to my lips when Matt laid back into the water and floated for me. I looked down his body to see if he would have the buoyancy to learn to swim when I was caught my his hardened member that jutted from the surface of the water proudly. I became aware of the tingling in my body and this time I didn't scare at the feeling of it. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensation that spread throughout my body. It start with a flutter in my tummy as it grew it became a tickle that gave warmth to the spots that it touched. My breath seemed to catch at the base of my throat and came out in a shuddering sigh.

It was strange this feeling and when I opened my eyes again and looked at his mating rod the feeling grew stronger until it all joined together at her junction between my legs. I realized then that it wasn't Matt that made me feel this way but his swollen shaft. I cocked my head to the side eyes glued to the thing that possessed such power over me. Without meaning to I reached out and wrapped my hands around the base and the longest of my fingers and thumb couldn't touch. It was hot there was a muscular strength protected by soft skin and when I moved my hand without releasing my grasp I learned that there was a freedom of movement to the skin so it slid over the taunted muscle.

"Hmmm." I loosened my grip and a pucker of skin between my eyebrows wrinkled as I thought about what I held. Touching It, I had already separated the object in my hand from Matt even though they were connected, made the heat in my expand and the hard nubs at the tips of the mounds on my chest contract and almost burn. I slid my hand over It and I felt a taunt pulling at my furry human mating hole. I moved my hand again and the feeling inside of me got worse.

I was sure now it was some kind of sickness brought on by this thing and I left him go but the tingling and tightness of my body didn't go away. I looked up at Matt's face worry in my eyes and moved my hands over my breasts and the contact took my breath away. I cried out and tore my hands away looking at my palms as if they were strange creatures that had bit me. Because that's what it had felt like when they brushed against the hard nubs. I didn't know what was going on and held my hand out to Matt scared now. I wanted this rush of new emotions, wants and feelings to go away. I didn't know how to deal with them and since they had only emerged since I started spending time with Matt in my maiden form I figured that he could make it go away.

 

[tcost]

Romy smiled at me as I lay there, floating. I must have done what she had wanted me to do, and I felt glad on several levels: glad that I had understood what she wanted correctly, that I had done what she wanted me to do, and most of all that it pleased her that I had.

But there was a change taking place in that smiling expression which made me smile in a more wicked way myself, because I could see that she was focusing on my cock now. From her manner, I thought that she liked the idea of it more this time. That was real progress in a short time.

And then, hallelujah, she was stroking it! I had to close my eyes for a moment, and lean my head back, and moan, soft and low. I wanted her to realize how good this was for me. My fingers and toes tingled with the pleasure, I felt it everywhere in my body, but it was all focused in my member, of course.

I opened my eyes at her sigh. It seemed both visceral and unexpected on her part, and I leaned up a little to look at her the more closely.

Her nipples had hardened beautifully, but then everything about her was beautiful. I was so taken with Romy already; it occured to me that at long last I was completely ready to move onm and that I had found the right girl at exactly the right time. Or maybe that having found her was what had made it the right time in me. The details of the way I had changed were unimportant, what mattered was the change. I could welcome Romy into my heart and I wanted to do that more than I had ever wanted to do anything in my life, there was something so magical about her.

She let go of me, and there was clearly something wrong, but at first I couldn't fathom whatever it could have been, but I watched her -- anyone would have watched her. Her feelings frightened her and she didn't understand them, she hadn't a clue what she was feeling. This wasn't a matter of cultural differences, it was a flat-out ignorance of what her own sexual nature was and how it worked.

I got back on my feet, giving not an instant's thought as to what I might be stepping on this time, too much else was fully absorbing all of my attention. Romy ran her hands over her breasts, and then looked at her hands, aghast. She must be an orphan, there was no other explanation. She was well past puberty and any sane mother would have helped her daughter through this.

She held out a hand to me, and I moved toward her, desperate to help her. "Romy," I said lovingly, "Romy, darling, it's all right. It's normal and natural. It's the way it's supposed to be."

If she would let me, I would take her in my arms and just hold her against me and give her that comfort while she came to terms with what was happening with her body. If not, I would find some other way to help her.

 

[Orithyia]

I didn't understand his words but the way he said it, the tone he used warmed me that it was either really bad or perfectly fine. I know which one I hoped for but I wasn't sure and in a show of weakness I clung to Matt's body in what could be called a hug. "Jeg forstår ikke." I sobbed into his chest finding comfort in the closeness of his body. I tucked my head under his chin and held myself to him as I cried.

Crying was also a new thing for me and it fueled the fear that I felt towards the sensations in my body and I panicked even more. Wails racked my body and it became so rough that it was stealing my breath and it was becoming harder to breathe. This was all his fault! He was doing this! If it wasn't the fire in my body that left me weak it was the ocean leaking from my eyes threatening to choke me.

Violently I pushed away from him and with the wide eyes of a scared animal took off running. If nothing else I knew that the sea would keep me safe. Nothing like this happened in my watery home. I knew were the dangers were and where and most of the times when to expect them. Here, this, with him everything was different. I was slower in my maiden body when it came to dashing out of the water but I made it to the safety of the poolside and ran across the river. I knew that predators would give chase and I urged my legs to move faster. I didn't want to play with him anymore. He wasn't safe and I couldn't trust my body when it told me to do things that I didn't understand.

I scrambled up the hill and in my hurry tripped and fell tumbling down the slope and landed in a heap of scrapes and bruises. I wanted to get up, I wanted to keep running but I was weak in this form and I just curled around my body and started to cry again. I didn't want to touch him but images of seals mating on the beach filled my mind and all the lions had the human head of Matt and all the cows were me.

I didn't care anymore. I felt suddenly drained of all energy and if Matt came to get me to play with me like the great white and black whales did before eating the seals that they captured I wouldn't even fight him.

 

[tcost]

"Romy!" I cried out, bereft. I followed her as best I could, but I had neither her nimbleness nor the adrenaline born of terror which moved her. I still ran, my long legs speeding me along, but I went much more cautiously, not knowing the dangers.

I cried out in anguish as I saw her fall and tumble. I was terrified myself now, that she might even die. I hurried down the hillside heedlessly myself now, until I reached where she lay.

There were no obvious broken bones, the worst apparant injuries were the scrapes. I had no means to bandage her, neither one of us were wearing any clothes. Instead I cupped my hands and poured water on the bloodiest areas, and began to wash away the worst of the blood.

We were both crying now. I sat there, rocking back and forth, and pulled her head into my lap so I could cradle it there.

 

[Orithyia]

I was ashamed that I had cringed at his first touch when he reached me. I was ready for the brutal treating of a dominate male of a higher species not the careful caring of someone who cared. He was washing me, cleaning the large scrape on my shoulder. I didn't know if it was the worst wound but it stung the most and that in my mind make it the worse. I remembered a time when I was younger when I didn't listen to my father and played in the crashing waves near the reef. He had warned me that the tide was fickle near the reefs and could sweep me out or dump me into the sharp coral. Being the reckless pup that I was I promised that I wouldn't and did so anyways. It had turned out that my father had been right and a wild wave caught me off guard and slammed me into the reef. Shards of coral and rock cut into my skin and tore at me and the scent of blood filled the water with a pinkish haze. I was filled with terror and fought against the ocean to get to shore before a shark found me.

My scramble against the waves and over the reef made my wounds worse and by the time I had made it to the safety of our raft's beaching rocks I was freely bleeding from an assortment of varying depths of cuts. My father was the first to reach me and thought his eyes were saddened by my pain the strong male that lead our harem would not give me the comforting soft words and gentle caresses that I needed. Instead he gave me a lecture and left me to care for myself say that if I could make decisions by my own I would be responsible for the consequences. I was without a mother, she had died when I was barely a weened off pup and I was more deeply hurt by my father's rejection then I was by my cuts.

So when Matt reached for my to cradle my head in my lap I cried harder and crawled into the warmth of his body seeking the nurturing that I had been without all my life. The only person who had cared for me had been Vessa and she was gone to me now too. I sat in his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face into the nook made by my arm and his neck.

I didn't understand his tears but I knew that in someway he was feeling my pain and I wanted to give him comfort too. I just didn't know how so I rocked with him and pressed my body tightly against his and felt the warmth that was there and shared my own. I had never been held like this and in my mind the image of the human was changing without the realization that it was happening. I was seeing him in a different light and it wouldn't be until much later that I would realize it.

 

[tcost]

I had no training in medicine, and no experience with wounds like this, but it seemed to me that Romy's scrapes and abrasions were slowly getting better again. Faster than any I might get would heal.

When she moved to my lap and put her arms around my shoulders, I put mine around her lower back and held her just as close, maybe even tighter than she was clinging to me. Her naked rump was rubbing against my cock and I inevitably got hard again, but I did my best to ignore it. This was far more important than any sexual appetite I might have.

How had I come to feel that way about Romy in such a very short time? I don't know, and I don't know that I care. It was probably long past time that I looked for romance again, and that probably had a lot to do with it, but being my own armchair psychologist always seemed like perfect folly to me.

"Feeling any better, honey?" I asked her.

 

[Orithyia]

I didn't understand his words but I gathered from the way that he made them that he was questioning me. Maybe even asking if I was okay. I lifted my head and unwrapped my arms from around his neck but didn't make any other moves to leave his lap. I wiped the tears from my face and took a deep shuddering breath in and left it out in a heavy huff. I don't know if I felt any better but at least I wasn't scare of Matt anymore. He had come to me when I needed him and even though he did strange things to me body I knew now that he didn't mean to or that he couldn't control it.

I lifted my hand to his face and trailed my finger down the wet line on his face. He had been crying too. I smiled weakly up at him. My body wasn't tired but the inside felt like lead. I wanted so very badly to be in my seal skin backing in the sun on a flat rock sleeping. A sooth rock with nothing that would poke me in the butt. I wiggled and tried to rearrange myself in Matt's lap but I couldn't escape the hard thing that I was sitting on. It seemed to follow me no matter how much I moved. I finally gave up when it was centered between my cheeks. At least this way it wasn't poking me or I wasn't sitting on it. I didn't even think about what it would be, just that it was annoying and warm. Like a stone that had baked in the sun for too long. I didn't connect it to his sex organ or what my wiggling and placing might do to Matt.

 

[tcost]

I smiled at Romy as her fingertip traced the line left by my tears. After a moment, I took that hand in my own and brought the fingertip to my lips so I could briefly kiss it. As best I could figure it out, she was scared of me as a sexual being, but in this way we were intimate nonetheless.

My good intentions notwithstanding, I grew more and more erect as Romy slid her posterior around all over my cock, at last coming to a stop with me aligned in the cleft between the cheeks of her ass, with me throbbing there. Every small movement she made after that was just that much more arousing.

I wanted her, I needed her. What could I do that wouldn't scare her so? I watched her eyes as I kissed her fingertip, wondering if she would respond better to kissing than she did to other things.

 

[Orithyia]

I was tired and with every new thing that my human did, it left me with more questions about why. I wanted to know the reasons for everything but I didn't have the right sounds to ask him for answers. I sighed and watched as he captured my much smaller hand in his and brought it to his face. For a moment I feared that he would bite me when he brought them to his mouth but what he did was even more puzzling. His lips parted and molded to the tips of my fingers. I could feel the heat from his mouth but it was all soft velvety skin damp with tears and the moisture from his mouth.

I pulled my hand away slowly. It wasn't that I didn't like the feeling of his lips pressed against my fingers, I just had a feeling deep down that it would awaken the strange feelings in me if I let him continue. "Matt..." My forehead crinkled with frustration and my lips grew hard. "Urgah." I grunted making a fist with my hand that he recently had a hold of. I wasn't scared of Matt but Matt wasn't the feelings that took control of me.

I didn't know how to smooth my frustrations or my questions and I didn't want Matt to grew tired of my and push me away because of that. I sighed again and reached for his hand and rubbed my cheek against the back of his hand and closed my eyes resting against it. Life was so much simpler as a seal, you just felt too much in this form. I opened my eyes and slowly got up from his lap and the safety of being held.

For everything that I wanted to teach Matt what I realized then was that none of that was as important as learning is sounds. "Romy." I pointed to me. "Matt." I pointed to him. "Skitt." I grabbed a fistful of dirt and showed it to him waiting for him to answer in his sound as I settled in front of him.

 

[tcost]

We were both tired. I had been through hell, and had had only a little sleep, I wasn't really sure how much. I could keep going, though, for Romy's sake. I could do just about anything for Romy's sake.

I am by nature a fairly patient man, I guess. I was prepared to be as patient as possible for this mysterious girl. I had never met anyone like her, and everything about her was a challenge, but I was more than ready to meet it. It was like starting life all over again.

"Urgah," she said, and I had to smile. The expression was pretty clearly one of frustration. This was most likely even more difficult for her than it was for me. I could treat this as some sort of complicated puzzle and in a way it was fun to try to solve it, but for her, without experience of things like puzzles, it might be much more agonizing.

"Skitt," she pronounced, holding up a handful of soil for me. "Earth," I returned, guessing that this was meant to be an exchange of vocabulary words. I held up one palm and pointed to it with the other, and told her, "hand."

[Glad to hear from you; I've been out with eye surgery, but back now.]

 

[Orithyia]

"Ear-th." I repeated slowly. "Skitt, earth. Earth, skitt." I dropped the dirt in my hand and sat down again in the safety of Matt's body. Taking the liberty to move his arm this way and that until I was comfortable again sitting across his lap with his arms around me. I realized then that we understood each other more then I had realized. I might take repeating things again but we both seemed to be trying to learn from each other the same things.

"Haah." I sighed in a tired voice. Sitting on Matt reminded me of the pup piled on the beach. Being watched over by the cows and kept safe and warm by the son and the joined heat of our bodies. I rested my head on Matt's chest and breathed deep the scent of my human's skin and smell warmth and safety and closed my eyes. "Menneskelig." I told him patting his chest and looking up at his face. "Mann." I lifted my hand and made a fist making a strong arm that pointed to the sky before letting it fall back to rest on his chest. "Segl." I said pointing to myself, then corrected myself. "Selkie." I uttered the words and knew if my father where here to hear what I had just confessed then it would be my life. "Jente." I followed my hand making a rounded shape in the air to signify the bulging belly of a mated life growing cow.

I didn't think he would understand the sounds I make for him but I felt better having confessed my secret. I was never going to show him but part of me knew that as long as Mat was here I would be by his side. Even if he didn't understand me at least I had told him.

I nuzzled deeper into his chest and my breathing grew heavy and slow and with in moments was asleep within his body, held safe in his arms.

 

[tcost]

Menneskellig?" I had little idea what she meant by that; could she mean my chest? Mann sounded quite a bit like man, and she was looking up into my face when she meant it.

She made a fist and jutted it upward -- maybe segl meant strength? But then she said a word that I knew, and I wondered if just maybe it meant the same thing to both of us: selkie. And she was pointing to her self. Could it be that she was some sort of nymph? If so, this nymph, at least, was not as sexually-oriented as the legends suggested. That would not be surprising at all.

I gathered my thoughts to try to answer all of this, but by the time I did so, lo and behold, she was asleep in my arms. Romy trusted me enough to sleep with me in another sense of the word, it seemed.

For the time being, I just sat there, cradling her, but I was tired too. It wasn't too long before both of us were asleep.