Erotic Stories

Nereid

Shipwreck             

      I blink dazedly and open my eyes slowly, the sky staring at me, the stars shining. As I try to get up, I choke a little and spit out a small amount of blood, mixed with sand. A strong smell of the sea floods my nostrils and I feel nauseous, but I still manage to sit up. I observe my surroundings, trying to get my bearings. Beach! I'm on a beach! With extreme effort I try to stand up, but my exhausted body refuses to obey, so I crawl disoriented and away from the shore. Tired, I stop for a moment to breathe and then continue crawling, feeling like a rag inside. Once under a palm tree, I lean against its trunk, close my eyes and flashes of what happened invade my mind, leaving me in shock. The ship I was traveling in had stormed and we'd been swept into the darkness, where only the rays illuminated the wild sea. My heart froze at the terror that was unfolding in slow motion in front of me. And as the treacherous waves beat against the hull trying to carry us adrift, I saw something strange, a marvelous creature with long red hair, breasts showing and a fish tail. It leapt through the waves, plunging into the vastness of the sea. I wiped away the raindrops that stubbornly blurred my vision, trying to believe that it was all just a hallucination. Paralyzed, I heard a melody that, incredible as it may seem, overcame the chaos around me and invaded my ears, confusing my senses and robbing me of my sanity.

         I don't know how long the terrifying scene lasted, but I confess that I've never seen anything so terrifying and mesmerizing at the same time. I couldn't look away for a second, insanely stuck to the ground. A thunderclap echoed in the center of the storm, terrifying me even more. Soon after, a whirlpool appeared, beginning to consume the ship. It was only then that I realized that, apart from me, other people were also watching the Dantesque prelude, inert. Screams, agony, despair and distress gripped all the souls present, and when the sea finally ended in darkness, swallowing us whole, there was a deep silence.

         I come back from my nightmare, clear-headed, staring out at the immensity of the still raging sea and shaking my head, trying to remove all the angst I've experienced, as well as trying to understand how I managed to survive such an unthinkable experience. I watch the night creep in along with the hunger and thirst   that are exhausting me. The loud noise of the rain and the whistling of the wind coming from the forest behind me frighten me, flooding me with apprehension. With no strength left and shivering with cold, I slip and fall on the wet sand, my eyes heavy, my body tired, my soul in pieces, I surrender completely and pass out, hoping that the dawn will bring me more hope.

             A strange sensation makes me regain consciousness briefly and I open my eyes with difficulty, the heavy eyelids not helping me, I blink a few times, I feel comfortable, as if my body is floating. A feeling of peace and warmth overwhelms me. I'm being carried, but by whom? Is there another survivor? The smell of the sea again invades my nostrils, but another scent, a woody floral, reaches my sense of smell and confuses my perception. I raise my head in an attempt to identify who is saving me, but my neck hurts and I groan, passing out again.

A strange place

               The sensation of warmth and well-being envelops my body, so I turn over, trying to tuck my head back into the pillow and I fall asleep again, but the loud noise of the rain hitting the roof and the wind throwing all its anger at the window next to me wakes me up completely. I sit up in bed and, a little dizzy, I try to locate myself. I analyze my surroundings, which by the way are quite striking: it looks like a fisherman's house, the furniture is simple and old, the walls are only plastered with mud. There are baskets piled up, fishing nets hanging from a rack and, in one corner, a very old wood-burning stove that I believe is out of use. On top of a small wooden table, a lamp is responsible for the poor lighting. I put my hand on my chest and realize that I'm shirtless. I pull back the sheet and, indeed, there isn't a single piece of fabric covering my body. Before I can explore my surroundings further, the door is flung open and I jump out of bed in alarm. I turn my eyes towards the source of the noise and what I see is surreal. A woman with red hair, a delicate face and a breathtaking plump mouth. My eyes go down a little further and I see a drenched floral dress, marking all the soft curves of her body; I walk past her full, large breasts and up to her face again, where I am completely captured by her almond-shaped eyes. I can't stop looking at her! I think I've drowned and I'm in the depths of Neptune's sea! The woman stares at me, also analyzing me, devouring me without blinking a second. Her gaze pours with desire, her mouth, now ajar, is an invitation to lust and sin. I experience a slight vertigo and latency envelops me, dulling my senses. She opens her lips as she walks towards me and begins to sing. I can't identify in which language, all I know is that the melody leaves me confused, hot, horny and inflamed. Without even realizing it, I'm stumbling towards her, my heart racing, my skin crawling with goose bumps, the sexual tension spinning around and making me hallucinate. When we come face to face, my hands land uncontrollably on her face and when our mouths touch, a mad desire consumes me, setting me on fire. I pull her against my body, crushing her, my conscience doubting that what is happening is real. The song marks the rhythm of our movements; even though I'm weak, I tear off her dress and her body takes shape in front of me, exuding a maddening scent that drives me to possess her. I can't control myself, it's as if my brain isn't in charge, these are deeply primitive actions. On an impulse, I manage to lift her up and throw her on the bed. A wild excitement flows through my veins and I push foward between her legs. Her taste is different and intoxicating. I pull away and reach for her mouth once more. She shuts up and responds to my advance, wrapping her legs around my hips and digging her nails into my back. I suck her tongue, exploring, conquering. She bites me and sucks my blood. I feel strange, I'm not me, my body doesn't belong to me, there's something uncontrollable in my actions. I should be very weak, but I feel nothing, no pain, no fatigue and the more I taste of her and she of me, the more invigorated I become. I need to have her, to sink inside her, to make her mine. On an impulse, I possess and am possessed, bodies entangled in a single tune, an electricity runs through my skin making me bristle, until an explosion of sensations invades me and I spill completely inside her. I raise my head to look at her and as soon as our gazes meet, I'm thrown back into darkness.