Selkie Girlfriend: Finn Part One (complete)

I’ve been noticing her often as of late, wearing the same dour expression as always. She huddles near the lake, cold and quiet, her eyes cast down and her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her hair is pulled back and away from her face, but it always seems so stringy and unkept. She looks so cold and yet she always comes to the lake and sits there, sometimes for hours. Her dark brown eyes look empty except when she looks at the water. 

When she looks at the water, there seems to be some peace of mind to her. Her gaze becomes fixated on the ripples and she holds an expression of a far off memory. She softens a bit, her shoulders relax and she leans towards it like it is calling to her. 

Then, after a while, she stands and leaves, always looking a touch panicked and afraid when she does. I am not one for watching humans or being interested in their lives, but there is something about this woman that causes my thoughts to linger on her. I have seen many a sad person by the lake, but there is more fear to her than sadness. 

I get closer and closer to her each day, swimming past her and making the water ripple and lap at the shore. I watch her eyes and how she lights up even the tiniest bit as the water dances. Day by day, I work my way towards her, trying to steal some bit of information about her aside from her horrible expression. She wears a wedding ring, unfortunately. Her clothes look far from new, they appear to me to be hand me downs of hand me downs. One day, I see a bruise on her cheek that she tries to hide with powder and blush.

Eventually, the weather starts to warm and with it comes the rainy season. I thought I wouldn’t see her for a while, or at least until the rains ended. I worry for her, wondering if she is safe and if she is being taken care of. Is she lonely? Or is she trying to be lonely? Perhaps she is both at the same time.

Then, one day, even while it is raining, she comes to the lake with a bright red umbrella. She stands there by the lake, holding the umbrella and continues to gaze at the water. I can’t tell through the rain, but it appears like she is crying. She has always looked sad, but she has never cried.

When the rains end and everything is becoming warm and bright, she continues to look cold and bleak. One day, while it is quiet, she takes off her shoes and lifts her skirt and wades into the water. The water comes up to her ankles and she stands there with a painful look on her face. She is trapped between happiness and misery, and I so desperately want to know why. She quickly steps out of the water and runs away, leaving sooner than she usually does.

For a moment, I think perhaps I won’t see her again and it breaks my heart. I want to know what causes her so much pain and sorrow, and I want to help her. I tell my swans to keep an eye out for her, if they see her anywhere else, to let me know right away. Perhaps there is a way I can find her elsewhere in this small town. 

A few days later and she returns, sitting down on the bench and wrapping her arms about herself. I approach her, gliding across the water and extending out my wings. She looks up at me, watching me rise from the water as my feathers cover my naked body like a cape. Her eyes grow wide and her lips part in awe. The water brings me before her and I take her hands as they slip from her sides.

“Why don’t you come and swim with me?” I ask her gently. I look at her hands and rub them in my own. They’re small and a little chubby, but they feel so dry and the nails are chipped and flaking. I look into her eyes, seeing awe now more than anything. 

“If you like the water so much,” I whisper to her. “Come join me. There is nothing to be afraid of out there.”

The woman shakes her head. “No. I can’t,” she whispers.

I tilt my head. “It’s alright, I can keep you afloat. You can hold on to me and I will carry you out. I told you, there is nothing to fear.”

The woman looks down and turns her head away. “I really can’t swim,” she says again. “The water-” her voice cracks and she shuts her mouth tight. She recoils her hands slowly and tucks them back into the sleeves. 

I brush my fingers along her cheek where I had seen a bruise once before. She closes her eyes and flinches from me. 

“Don’t be afraid.” I kneel down in front of her. “I have watched you for a long time. You seem to love the water yet you are so afraid of it.” I place my hands in her lap over her knees. “I want to know why you are so sad. I thought perhaps the swim would make you feel better and I would guard over you the entire time.”

“As much as I want that-” she murmurs. “I truly and really can’t swim again.”

“Again?” I blink my eyes slowly at her. “What has happened to you that you can no longer swim?”

She looks at me and, for the first time, I see a smile on her lips. It’s still so very sad, but it is beautiful all the same. “I have not seen a swan maiden in some time.” She cautiously touches the top of my head. “All this time, I have been admiring you swans, and you are something I actually know.” She drops her hand again. “It’s a comfort to me know you are here.”

“You have met swan maidens before?” I ask her. “How did you accomplish such a feat twice?”

She goes quiet and her eyes become distant. She glances out across the lake again and sighs mournfully. “It was a long time ago.”

I sit beside her and follow her gaze, wishing to see what she sees and feel what she feels. I look back at her just as she turns to me. Her cheeks flush and she ducks her chin down. I smile and slip my fingers against her cheek. 

“You may look at me if you so wish,” I coax her. 

She glances shyly at me and her cheeks grow a deeper shade of red. “You’re so very beautiful,” she whispers to me. “It’s hard to look at you and yet that is all I want.”

I grin for her and feel my heart begin to shudder. “That is a wonderful compliment, I’ll treasure it always.” I brush her hair from her face. “Tell me your name.”

She blinks a few times then nods her head. “Finn,” she whispers.

“Finn,” I repeat the name and cherish it on my tongue. “I am Grete.” I take her hand and kiss her knuckles. “I am so glad to have finally met you.”

Finn looks shocked for a moment but then she smiles again. “Me too.”

She makes an excuse to leave and I return to the lake. I wait for Finn in longing until the next day. Once she arrives, I sit down beside her again.

“Would you like to go for a swim?” I ask her again.

Finn shakes her head. “No. I can’t.”  

That is each day from then on. I ask her my question and she gives me her answer. We sit and talk, sometimes it is silence and we just enjoy sitting beside one another. We hold hands often and soon, our hands never break away from one another.

One afternoon, just as Finn stands to leave me, I grip her hand tight and she looks at me. As our eyes meet, I kiss her. She whimpers but doesn’t pull away. I hold her face between my palms and she places her hands on my chest. 

“Finn,” I whisper. I press my forehead to hers and hold her so she won’t run away. “Why can’t you swim?”

Finn sniffles as she stands with me. “I no longer have my coat,” she whimpers her confession. “Without my coat, I cannot swim. The water, no matter the weather, is far too cold for me. I would sink and I would freeze.”

“Your coat?” I begin to grow hot with rage. 

Tears dribble down her soft cheeks and she nods. “My husband took it from me a long time ago.” Her dark eyes look up at mine. “He moved us away from the ocean so this lake is all I have to remember.” She trembles as she leans against me.

I stroke her hair and the back of her neck. “My poor little selkie,” I coax her. I want to comfort her, but I am filling with magma and ire. I am a volcano ready to explode and take everything with me.

Finn goes home, but I follow close behind her. I trail her to her house, which is a small cabin deep inside the woods. It’s isolated and hidden where she is, the perfect place to hold someone to your will.

I stay in the trees and Finn goes inside and starts working right away. She begins cooking and cleaning, scrubbing the stovetop before she starts placing pots and pans upon it. I move about the house, looking through all windows and around the grounds. It is a small house, if her coat is hidden inside, surely it is somewhere she can find it. Perhaps her captor has it with him at all times, or locked somewhere away from the home.

As I am searching, I hear the rattle and sputter of an old truck. I watch as the husband comes home. He’s a good looking sort, the kind you wouldn’t think would need to hold a selkie against her will. He’s a tad older and he walks with a stiff leg. As he opens the door, I see Finn jolt up in the kitchen. She turns to the entrance and greets him as he comes in. He kisses Finn, but she looks uncomfortable when he does. 

Finn tries to separate herself from him, but he holds her close, kissing her more despite her hesitance. When he does release her, he then goes to the fridge where he takes out a beer. He then disappears into a back room and Finn goes out onto the porch.

I slip down to her and she gasps in shock when she sees me. “Grete! What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see what your life is like.” I touch her cheek and place a soft kiss on her forehead. “I want to know if you are okay.”

Finn shushes me and closes the door quickly behind herself. She then moves me away from the window. “You didn’t need to come here, Grete.”

I glance towards the house. “Is he hurting you?”

“No,” Finn gasps. “I mean…” she hesitates. “Not in the way you think.”

“He’s holding you captive! Of course he’s hurting you,” I glare down at her. My gaze then softens as her brown eyes no longer seem shadowed staring at me. I hold her close and wrap my wings around her. “That bruise on your cheek.”

“You remember that?” Her small hands rub up my back. “It was an accident,” Finn whispers. “A cup fell down from the the cupboard and hit me in the face. He thought it was funny.”

“How cruel,” I whisper to her. “Do you know where he keeps your coat hidden?”

Finn shakes her head. “I don’t. I have searched high and low for it, but I have found nothing. I think he keeps it at his work.”

“Where does he work?” I ask.

She points to the truck where there is a decal on the side advertising a construction supply yard. “He never lets me go into his office, so I think it’s there.”

I look back to Finn and remember how her captor kissed her in the kitchen. I want to take his memory off her lips and replace it with my own. Finn’s eyes focus on me again and she tilts her chin up as if reading my mind. As her lashes hit her cheeks, I kiss her, planting small, soft ones before pressing into her. Finn moans softly and her small tongue licks at my lips, I let it in, tasting her and feeling warmed by her. 

“Your tongue is black,” Finn giggles. She presses a finger to my mouth and I gently nibble the tip. I then lick her finger, letting her see my long, black tongue before her. “I never thought I’d be excited by a tongue,” Finn’s confession is sweet and innocent.

“I take it your husband is selfish,” I snarl with a curled lip.

Finn nods. “Old fashioned and selfish.”

I kiss her again and press her back against a tree. I slip my tongue into her mouth and she grips hard on my arms. As I pull away from her, I see her eyes are turning green. I rub my thumb against her bottom lip and smirk.

“You don’t like men at all, do you?” I ask with a touch of pride.

Finn shakes her head. “I much prefer women,” she admits. Her now green eyes start to fade into brown again. “Like the swan maidens I knew before.”

I kiss her plump cheek and she walks back to the porch. “Will you come back to the lake tomorrow?” I ask her.

Finn nods. “I will.” She goes back inside and I move over to the captor’s truck. I read over the address for his business and I fly back to the lake.

Once I land there in the water, the other swans come towards me. They all start talking at once, asking me about Finn, the kiss, and why I followed after her. I cut them all off with a hiss and they still for a moment.

“She’s not a human,” I tell them. “She’s a selkie.”

“Is that what she is?” Lotte gasps. “Well now, that makes much more sense then.”

“I’m guessing she’s missing her coat,” Frida sighs. “Poor thing. No wonder you like her then, Grete. That makes all the sense now.”

I turn and glare at her. “And what does that mean?”

Frida scoffs and ruffles her feathers up. “You’ve always had a thing for the downtrodden, not to mention the unattainable.”

I splash Frida then turn to the others. “I need your help.”

“To help the selkie?” Lotte asks. “What for?”

“Because it’s the right thing to do!” I gasp. “If our feathers were taken from us, wouldn’t we be miserable until they were returned?”

“It isn’t our place to butt in, Grete,” Frida replies. “These are not our matters.”

“She is a woman, isn’t she?” I snap. “Just like us? As women, it is our duty to look after and protect other women. Finn is being held captive by a man for his own selfish needs. He doesn’t even consider hers.”

Frida sighs and settles back.

“But how would we even begin to help her?” Lotte asks. “She doesn’t have her coat, she won’t be able to go anywhere without it.”

“I think I know where it is,” I ruffle my feathers up. “That’s why I need your help to get it. Will you do this with me?”

“Where is it?” Frida stretches her neck towards me. “And what would you need of us?”

“It’s at the construction supply yard,” I answer. “Finn says her husband never lets her into his office. I suspect he keeps it locked so I’ll need help getting inside. Not to mention, selkie coats are heavy, I doubt I’d be able to carry it alone flying away.”

“I’ll go!” Lotte readily volunteers.

Frida sighs and agrees. “Yes. Fine. I’ll come along if I must. But I say we look around first, no sense going in without any ideas. We look around and get a sense for what we want to do. Then we go in.”

I agree to Frida’s plan. The three of us scope out the place and fly around the building. It’s huge and sealed up tight. The bottom floor has all the supplies and equipment while the office is a small box at the very top. There’s also only one tiny window, barely big enough for us. Finn’s coat would never be able to squeeze through an opening that small.

“Well, what do we do?” Lotte whispers.

“We’d have to get inside,” Frida answers. “It’s the only way.”

“But everything is so locked up,” Lotte huffs. “How would we ever be able to get inside there without a key?”

I remember that Finn’s captor kept his keys in the ignition of his truck, he didn’t even carry them inside. If we could get into his truck and grab his keys, one of them must be able to unlock the doors of the building. 

We go back to the lake and, the next day, Finn comes just as she promised. I meet her at the bench, sitting down beside her as she nestles up beside me. She takes hold of my hand and laces our fingers together. She then lays her head on my shoulder and sighs deeply.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. I notice her hair is damp and cold.

“Nothing,” she whispers. “Just the same thing as always.” She sits up and looks at me. She has a question on her tongue she so longs to ask but is hesitant to do so.

I touch her cheek. “What’s wrong?” I ask again.

She nuzzles her cheek into my palm and holds it there. “If you made love to me,” she whispers. “What would you do?”

I feel a bit embarrassed, but it is a question I am happy to answer. “Well,” I start softly. “First I would kiss you.” I rub my thumb across her lips. “As I did, I would see how your body moved towards me. I would touch your skin and watch you shiver.”

Finn nods. “Go on.”

“I would then ask you something very intimately.” I kiss her cheek and press my lips to her ear. “May I make love to you?”

Finn shivers and holds onto my shoulders. “You would ask me?”

I nod. “I don’t take anything that isn’t given willingly,” I kiss her. “Why do you ask this?”

Finn frowns. “He never asks,” she grumbles.

The magma is building inside of me and I can taste the smoldering smoke on the back of my tongue like bile. “Do you tell him no?”

“I’m his wife,” she whispers those pitiful words.

“That doesn’t mean he owns you.” I grab hold of her arms and give her a gentle shake. “You’re allowed to say no. You should say no! He has no right to your body at all.”

“Oh,” Finn seems shocked by this.

“Don’t dogs snarl if they don’t want to be pet? Don’t cats hiss when someone tries to rub their belly?” I lift her chin up. “Even they know this.”

Finn nods. “I just thought I had no choice in the matter. He took my coat so I had to-” she stops herself. 

“Part of the asking it what makes it so meaningful to.” I try to coax her and remind her of my presence. “Knowing you would say yes to me, yes to my affections, and yes to opening yourself up to your most vulnerable.” I brush my lips against her cheek. “It makes everything that much more powerful.”

Finn presses her palms to my chest. “I would let you, and only you,” her voice is soft and breathy. 

My heart shudders and I wrap her up in my long arms. “You would still allow someone that honor after everything you’ve been through?”

“I would like to try it at least once before I make any judgements.” She rubs her hands up and down my back. “Maybe even cum a little.”

I take great offense to this. “You’ve never had an orgasm?” I balk.

She shakes her head and looks away. “He’s fast,” she grumbles. “And I’ve only felt the desire for it once,” she looks up at me. “When you kiss me.”

I smile at her and kiss her. “You’re so cute I can’t stand it. That horrible man doesn’t deserve you.”

Finn’s arms tighten around me. “I was used to it until I realized what I wanted.” She places her palm on my cheek. “Now, I’m in so much pain, Grete.”

I grab her in my arms again as she starts to cry.

I can’t bear this any longer. I want to steal her away and keep her safe. I want Finn to be mine and only mine, but I know I will have to let her decide what she wants. She had been stolen away from her family and home. More than that, she is being kept from it. She was moved far from the ocean where she couldn’t even get the chance to see her family at a distance.

I kiss Finn and her lips part for me. I can taste her tears on her lips, but her hands move over my body with intent. She kisses down my neck and chest as her hands cup my breasts. I moan softly and run my fingers through her hair, pulling it from the braid. As she glances up at me, her eyes are green again.

“I should stop, shouldn’t I?” She pulls herself away. “I’m getting greedy.”

I smirk and pull her in. “You don’t have to worry about that with me.” I press my forehead to hers. “Do you want me so much?”

“All this time I’ve spent with you has reminded me of my old self. I’m so happy when I see you and I ache for it.” She laces her fingers with mine. “When my husband took me last night, I made it though by thinking about you. I thought about your voice, your eyes, your white feathers on my skin-” more tears start to fall down her cheeks.

“I wanted you to come save me,” her voice cracks.

I hold her tight as she lays her head on my breast. “I’ll save you,” I whisper to her. “I’ll take you home and wrap your coat back around you.”

“Will you make love to me?” Finn looks up at me with those beautiful green eyes and I melt. “I want us to lay on my coat and make love by the ocean.” She holds my face between her palms and gives me a soft smile. “I want to feel you touch me as the ocean laps at the shore.”

“You’re such a romantic, Finn,” I moan. “I’ll give you all the love you want, I promise you.” I kiss her again, pulling her close to me.

I walk home with her and she takes me inside. “Are you sure?” I whisper. “What about him?”

“He’s away tonight for a delivery.” Finn says. “He won’t be home until tomorrow.” She puts her arms around my waist. 

“Are you still sure?” I ask her. 

Finn takes hold of my hand and drags me into the laundry room. There, she lays down a blanket on the floor.

“Here?” I look around the room. It’s small but it feels cozy and warm here. It smells nice too, clean and fresh.

“I don’t want to take you to the bed. I don’t like it there.” She holds her hands out to me. “This is the one room I actually feel safe and comfortable in. It’s warm and I can hide here.”

I nod and kiss her forehead. “I understand.”

Finn turns on a small radio and music begins to play. It’s soft and gentle and, as she pulls me into her arms, we sway to it. We dance for a long time, just enjoying being close to one another without a worry. There’s no one to see us, no one between us. For the night, we can pretend that we’re together and she’s not held against her will.

“Grete,” she whispers to me. 

I chuckle and kiss her cheek. “What is it?”

“Are you hungry?” She brushes her hand down my side. “I could cook you something if you are.”

“You don’t need to cook for me.” I kiss the top of her head. “You don’t need to do anything at all.”

Her stomach then growls quite loudly, interrupting our magical evening. I giggle and laugh and Finn hides her face against my shoulder.

“If you’re hungry, then go and eat!” I place my hands on her shoulders. “I’m not cooking at all. In fact, I’ve never had to,” I laugh. “But I can help you make something.”

“I have some leftovers in the fridge, I can just warm those up.” Finn sighs. “I just...I didn’t want to stop.”

I kiss her forehead. “I know. I’m enjoying myself too.”

Finn goes into the kitchen where she reheats a few things of vegetables and a small bit of meat. She offers me bites, and I’m glad to try her cooking. Really, all I want to do is sit and enjoy her.

“I haven’t had fish in so long,” Finn frowns. “He doesn’t like it, so we don’t have it.” She shakes her head. “It’s my favorite though.”

I reach out and hold her hand. “He likes his comforts more than your own. A real partner would deal with it if they knew it made the person they loved happy.”

Finn looks up at me with rosy cheeks. “Do you like fish?”

“Of course I do,” I lean over and kiss her. “Because you like it.”

Finn whimpers softly. “Wait, does that mean-” I kiss her before she can finish. As she moves to get closer to me, she knocks a bowl off the table and rice spills everywhere.

“Oh no,” she gasps.

I kiss her neck and she moans. “You can clean it up later.”

“No, really, I should get it now.” Finn doesn’t move away from me as I kiss her neck. I tug down her shirt and nibble at her shoulder.

“Grete,” Finn moans. “Wait, please.”

I sweep her off her feet and hold her in my arms like a princess. “Lets go lay down for a spell,” I say. “Now that you’re all full.”

“But, the mess,” her voice squeaks.

I kiss her again as I carry her back into the laundry room. I lay her down on the blanket there and snuggle up beside her. We kiss and I strip away her clothes. I press our bare bodies together, feeling her heat mix with mine. I touch her, watching her expression as my fingers explore her form and find the high spots and lows. Her lips part and soft sighs escape. Loud expressions of pleasure exit them as my fingers find the sweetest spot of all.

I rub my fingertips to her sensitive bud, finding her receptive and willing to my touch. She begs me for more, whispering over and over into my ear how much she feels. She cries for me, pleas for me. As my fingers sink inside her, her back arches off the blanket. Inside, she is warm and slick and tender. I coax from her sigh after pleasured sigh until her thighs begin to tremble. I look at my soaked fingers and how they shimmer with her excitement. Not wanting to leave her wanting, I kiss and suck her breast. As my fingers slip back inside, she clamps around me as if to keep me there forever.

I elicit waves of pleasure from her like her beloved ocean. They crest and crash and flow again. Her body is hot and sweaty and her expression is so beautiful, I cannot stop myself. I ask her over and over if she wants me to stop, but she always tells me no. So I keep going until she’s exhausted and sated in my arms.

She pants and sighs, falling into a sleep so deep and earned. I kiss her forehead and smooth her hair back. “You’re very much welcome, my love,” I whisper to her. “Sleep tight, dream long.” I pull the blanket over us. “Soon the nightmare will be over.” I cling her to me. “I promise you. I love you.” I leave my feathers laying over her as I get up.

I let her sleep and I go into the kitchen to clean up the mess. I see why she wanted to, a few mice linger around the spilled rice. I shoo them away and sweep everything up. Outside, I hear voices and I see Frida and Lotte outside the window.

I walk out to them. “What’s going on?”

“We got worried when you didn’t return,” Frida giggles.

“Now we see why!” Lotte snorts.

I sigh and shake my head at them. “I love her, ok?” I tell them. “Now go on back to the lake. I don’t need you giggling and waking her up.”

“Good morning,” Frida says and her and Lotte continue to laugh and snort.

I turn around and see Finn standing in the doorway, clutching my feathers around her. She smiles at me and her eyes are still green.

Finn steps towards me and holds my feathers back to me. “I love you too, Grete,” she says. 

I grab her up in my arms and hold her tight.

“So cute,” Frida coos. “I do so hope this works.”

Lotte turns and looks at her. “For Grete’s sake, it will.”