Night Cove
An Erotic Short Story By Constance Letterman
Published on Smashwords
Copyright 2012 by Constance Letterman
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Rituals can be tantalizing secrets, whispered in mystic reverence between those most intimate with their meanings. No matter how strange, to feel the power of a ritual is to touch the very essence of our connections to one another. I find rituals scintillating, and that is why I went to such lengths to experience one of the most sensual rituals I had ever heard of. Never in a million years did I believe I would actually be chosen.
My Grandmother left a tiny village off the coast of British Columbia when she was five, but that blood tie was enough to allow me a candidacy in a strange, self abasing ritual which took place once a year. I'm an attractive woman, I wouldn't have been chosen if I wasn't, but there were several other candidates who took beauty to a level beyond my girlish charm. Still, something about me appealed to the judging elders, and there I was, the result of my own curiosity, and a desire to delve deeply into my own culture.
I still heard the engine of the floatplane drifting off into the distance, but in the cabin around me there was blessed silence. The past few hours before sunset had been a flurry of activity for me. Pampered and preened, I had been surrounded by a gaggle of elderly women whose names I couldn't remember. I had simply referred to them all as Auntie. They were the keepers of the traditions in the tribal village.
The sun had warmed the quaint getaway, but once it drifted below the tree line, I no longer felt the heat from the sunny rays. A chill breeze drifted from the still waters of the inlet, through the rustic structure. Lacy white curtains wafted helplessly in the simple wood framed window. I warmed myself by the fire in the pot bellied iron stove, but the errant wind still nibbled playfully at my exposed skin.
I was resting on the plush love seat, my long slender legs tucked underneath. My chocolate hair was freshly trimmed short in a style that looked easily manicured without a lot of fuss. There was no electricity in the cabin, but rows and rows of white dancing candles had been lined around the room, giving me light as the essence of the day drifted into a deep wild darkness.
As per the ritual, I was dressed in next to nothing. The white scrap of fabric, which served as my loincloth, was askew revealing glimpses of the soft fur beneath. My mocha skinned breasts were bare, and my nipples were reacting to the chilly breeze by standing at attention. Red and yellow paint was slathered across my chest and neck. I enjoyed the effect, finding it alluring and tribal. It made me feel like a wild child who belonged in this wilderness.
Tonight, I was going to meet a stranger. All I knew about him was that he was from the Village of Seals. I was told they were shape shifters, but I assumed that was figurative. For one night the two of us would live in this cabin as man and wife. If we made love before the sun rose, both our people would be safe from an angry goddess for another year. If things went well, I could return to this place again to meet with the man who would be my cove husband for one night annually. The ritual is meant to have no effect on our mundane lives, since it only lasts one night. Any relationships or connections we have during the rest of the year are put on hold for this special period, sort of like a time out of time.
I had no idea what to expect from my cove husband, and lover for the night. Would he be young and attractive, or perhaps old and perverted? Would he find me alluring and irresistible, or would he coldly and callously take me, merely doing his duty? My heart fluttered in my chest when I thought about the possibilities.
An hour after the sun had set, when he still had not arrived, I began to get nervous. Would he call it off? Was I not a worthy candidate after all? I chided myself as silly. He couldn't possibly have decided these things, when he hadn't even seen me yet. He was probably just running late, I consoled myself. I was quickly growing tired of the peace and quiet inside the cabin, however, so I decided to leave the warmth and safety of the building to wait for him by the dock.
I was not expecting the drastic temperature drop. As soon as I stepped through the door of the cabin, I could see the misty veil of my breath. Goose pimples stood up all over my arms and chest. I turned to face the cabin once again, looking longingly back into the warmth. Then stern determination took over me. I wanted to see how long I could last in the wilderness, bare chested and wild. Instead of retreating to safety, I crept down the path leading to the docks.
The dirt footpath was lined with a hundred luminaries, leading down to a wooden dock. Beyond that was the waters of the inlet, and a dense forest of evergreens. I hurried to the pier, already feeling the cold creeping under my skin. I couldn't last long, but I was getting a naughty thrill from exposing myself to the unforgiving elements. Daringly I stooped down on the docks, dangling my feet inches above the freezing waters. I submerged them, my toes instantly going numb, and giggled at my own daring.
Beneath me, in the water, a shape drifted past, brushing against my frozen digits. I squealed and pulled my feet out of the water. When I did, the shape disappeared into the darkness. I leaned over, laying my breasts across the rough boards to get a closer look at what had startled me. I peered as close to the water as I could without falling in.
From the depths, rose a long slender nose, followed by a pair of deep brown eyes circled by dark fur. The creature was a fur seal, there was no mistaking. I had never seen one up close, but I knew what they looked like from pictures. If I didn't know better, I would say the seal was laughing at me. I lay there perfectly still, and the creature touched the tip of its nose to mine, then it slid back under, without a ripple.
I lay there a moment to catch my breath, when something happened that stole it away once again. From the gently lapping water emerged the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. His brown skin was dripping wet from the icy waters of the inlet. He wore leather pants and a leather vest, both of which fit tightly against his muscled body. Strangely the leather held up to the massive amount of water that surrounded him almost like it was skin instead of clothing. Shoulder length auburn hair, as wet with crystal water as the rest of him, dripped rivulets down his lightly furred chest.
“You're real.” I sputtered, “I mean you're really a seal and everything.”
His visage was boyish, and a wide grin spread across his face when he looked at me. “My name is Delling.” He bowed low, taking my hand and, and kissing it lightly with sexy lips.” I am the cove husband. You are beautiful. I hope I am lucky enough to be looking at my cove wife.”
I blushed, suddenly hyper aware of my naked skin in the night air. I was starting to shiver from exposure to the cold, and my nipples were little diamonds perched on the mounds of my breasts. “My name is Sadie, and tonight I am to be your cove wife.” I answered, the greeting sounding deliciously formal on my tongue. Delling oozed confidence and sensuality, and I blushed deeply at his scrutiny.
Embarrassingly, the chill hit me hard, and at that moment my body couldn't take any more of the extreme temperature. I gasped, curling into a miserable little ball when the shivering grew uncontrollable.
“Sadie?” the concern in his voice was genuine. In an instant he was sitting beside me on the pier, his warm arms around me. “You are freezing like a little ice cube.” His skin felt like fire against mine. He pulled me into his lap, surrounding me with an inhuman heat. My body responded to his warmth, and I snuggled gratefully into his embrace.
“I'm sorry,” I spoke through chattering teeth. “I didn't mean to concern you. When I saw you, I forgot how cold I was. How is it that you feel so warm, when I'm freezing my ass off?”
He made a clicking chastisement with his tongue, and pulled me closer. The warmth radiating from his body was like a sauna, so warm it hurt my frozen extremities. When my nipples brushed against his chest they lit up like sparks, sending waves of desire through the rest of my tortured body. Suddenly I wasn't as concerned with the cold as much as the wet spot I must be making on his trousers. Luckily for me, his clothes seemed designed to stand up to moisture.
“I am from the Village of Seals.” he shrugged. “We have natural protection against the cold.” Thankfully, he hadn't noticed my new level of uncomfortableness. I desperately fought the desire to lick the warming droplets of water from his chest, and instead I just twined my fingers through the fur there.
“I could safely swim naked through these waters with no ill effects.” He spoke, his voice deep and clear like the cove.
My mind was instantly swept away by the thought of him swimming gloriously naked in the chilled waters of the inlet. I drooled a bit at a fantasy of him, gliding past the wooden pier, his hair trailing around his shoulders. His full muscled body glowed radiantly in the moonlight. I fought a moan that was threatening to escape my lips. The prideful grin he was giving me made me wonder if he hadn't planted the image on purpose.
“I have an idea.” He said suddenly, pulling me from my imaginings. “You need to warm up, and I am much more graceful in the water than out.” I could easily have argued that point, but I didn't trust myself to speak at that moment. He jumped down from the docks onto the pebbled sand below. Then he gathered me up in his arms, and carried me like a child. He made his way up the beach, past the cabin. He didn't seem to have trouble with the darkness, and as my eyes adjusted to the moonlight, I could vaguely make out a path into the forest from the water's edge.
“I can't go into that water.” I pointed at the freezing inlet. “I would turn into a popsicle.”
“As much as the idea of licking your frozen little body back to warmth intrigues me,” He was smiling unashamed now. “I have an idea that will be a little more comfortable for you.” He turned away from the water and traveled along the path into the trees.
While we walked, he toyed with lace holding my loincloth, not so firmly in place. A gentle tug from his playful fingers, and it slid off, revealing me in all of my glory.
“Hey,” I squirmed under his admiration as the last of my secrets was revealed to him. “I hardly think its fair that I am stark naked, and you still have all of your clothes on.”
“This is not about fairness.” He caressed my exposed thigh, the hot mist of his breath getting heavier against the side of my face. I could feel the bulge growing in the pants which, annoyingly, he was still wearing. “I have you at my mercy. I'm going to toy with you for a while, until you'll do anything to feel me inside of you.”
That did it. I reached up, grabbing a handful of silky hair, pulling his lips against mine. I kissed him as hard as I could, and he returned my passion. He nipped at my lips with teeth too sharp to be human, then continued a trail of tiny nips down my throat. He reached my exposed breast, and I jerked as the sudden sweet stings brought my whole body to a euphoric tingle.
That was nothing compared to what happened when he took my pert nipple into his mouth. My whole body rocked in his firm grip, but he held my tightly, biting down on my tit, and sucking vigorously.
That was when the moaning started. I couldn't help it. All the pent up sexual tension was releasing itself through my lips, and I screamed in agony and pleasure. He laughed heartily into my chest, and continued to nuzzle my breast while I was helpless in his arms. I found myself shoved up against a wall of stone. While he sucked deeply just below my ear, his whole body pressed hard against mine.
The stone I was pressed against should have been cold, but it radiated a warmth that soothed my back. When he released me to pull his vest and trousers off, I saw where he had brought me. It was a stone alcove, among the trees, where a steaming pool was hidden. Wisps of vapor rose above the water, warming everything around me. Luminescent rock veins along the wall gave the hot spring an eerie beautiful glow
“Beautiful.” I sighed, taking in the mysterious sight. “You are as well.” My attention returned to Delling, who stood naked before me. He was just as luscious as I had imagined, with beads of condensation forming on his chiseled muscles. I touched his chest, trailing my hand down his belly and into the soft fur above his member.
He grabbed my hand, pressing it around his erect penis. He was hard and ready to burst. With both hands, he used me to stroke himself. My hand barely fit around his shaft, and a niggling worry that he might be too big to fit inside of me surfaced. With a groan that sounded almost pleading, he pulled my hand away, and grabbed me up in a rough embrace. He took three steps, and threw us both into the blistering water.
Paint washed off my skin, and drifted away from me. He caressed my clean skin, stroking and nibbling every delicate place he could find. He was insatiable, in his ministrations, gorging himself on every ounce of my wet body.
Once in the water, his movements became fluid and graceful. “Count to three, and take a deep breath.” Delling whispered to me. He pulled back suddenly, sinking below the surface, leaving nothing but a trail of bubbles. It was too dark to see into the depths of the pool.
“One... two... three.” I counted, before swallowing as much air as I could. The feel of flippers brushing against my legs startled me, but not as much as being grabbed from below and drug under the surface of the hot springs.
I was taken down, impossibly deep into the warm waters, pulled by a powerful creature. Any other time I would have been terrified, but I trusted him, and allowed myself to relax, not letting panic take over. In an instant, he was beside me again, arms and legs, and human. He embraced me, pulling me close to him, spreading my legs apart, and pushing himself deep inside of me. He fit tightly at first, but he pulled me down over him, and he slid his massive member all the way inside of me. I wanted to gasp, but only water, and not air would fill my mouth. I felt miles from the air above.
He bit my nipples again, each in turn, and I could only make squeaking noises as the air escaped my mouth in tiny tortured moans. I was quickly loosing the air I had gulped seconds before. I had always been a decent swimmer, and fairly good at holding my breath, but this much sensation deep in the cavernous spring was almost more than I could bear.
He kicked upwards, driving himself deeply into my ravenous pussy, and I took him fully each time, even though he spread me further than I had ever felt. Over and over he plunged into me, each kick bringing us closer to the surface, and blessed air.
I was getting giddy from lack of oxygen, my traitorous body soaking him in. His passion pulsed through my blood. My body was wrapped in a full orgasm, my pussy spasming around him. We broke the surface, both of us gasping in the dark cavern. He pumped deeply into me, then his face contorted as he emptied himself into me, filling me with warm stickiness.
I went limp in his arms, breathing deeply. He lay back in the water, floating with me on top of him. I curled against his warm body, nestling my head below his chin and drifted with him supporting me from below. I couldn't remember a time I had felt happier. We stayed like that until my fingers were pruney.
A few hours later, as the sun was rising, I stood in front of the cabin, wrapped in a downy comforter, wishing the night could have gone on forever. He was in front of me, dressed, and ready for his departure, and yet he lingered, kissing my face and hands.
“I have a present for you,” he murmured into my ear, and he produced a necklace made of shells and pearls. “I was going to give it to you earlier, but I found you very distracting.”
“Thank you,” I said, stunned by the beautiful gift. In the distance the sound of the floatplane approached, and I looked into the morning sky.
“I have to leave now,” he said. His voice was sad and apologetic. “Our night has ended, and I must return to my village and tell them the good news.”
The sorrow on my own face must have spoken volumes to him, because he embraced me once more, kissing me deeply. Then he tore himself away from me, dashing down to the beach and into the freezing waters of the inlet. He disappeared beneath the water, just as the plane touched the rippled surface. “Next year,” I spoke softly to myself. “I can hardly wait for next year.”