Fishwoman Girlfriend (Kya- complete)

    You run a tiny clinic in a seaside town. It’s been in your family for years, starting with your great-grandfather. Not much has changed about it in all these years. You live in the apartment upstairs, which has a fantastic view of the ocean. Despite the sleepiness of the town, you wouldn’t trade it for the world. AS you stand on your porch, watching as the sunsets into the water, you blow out a puff of smoke from your cigarette. You smile, feeling at ease with the world.

    Sure, most of your clients are old people who were brought into the world by your great-grandfather and their grandkids who come to visit with their scrapes and blisters. Sure, most of your payments come in the form of fresh catches, vegetables, and fruits. But, it’s calm here. You’re an anxious person by nature and medical school nearly killed you. Panic attacks, anxiety attacks, name an attack and you had it. 

    This small town by the ocean is better than any medication. You’re at ease here, and you’re happy, and that’s more important to you than all the money in the world. Although, sometimes money does help.

    One evening there is a massive storm coming, while it’s not the hurricane they warned, it’s still bad. You’ve helped some of your neighbors and older patients board up their houses and get things ready for it. Now you’re at home, sealed tight inside and a little exhausted. 

    You sit down and light a cigarette as the first boom of thunder rattles your kitchen. You can hear the waves outside, and you can smell the storm. You can’t explain it, but you’ve always known this smell. The raw scent of the thunder mixed with the damp freshness of rain, mix it together with the salt of the ocean and it was your childhood. You used to stay with your grandparents over the summer, always in the heat of storms and hurricanes, it seemed like. Your grandfather taught you how to prepare for them properly while your grandmother showed you how to live without electricity. 

    Granted, you lived above a clinic with an ever-present generator, you weren’t too worried about losing power. You were concerned about losing all the little things. Like your porch over-looking the ocean, the weathervane your great-grandmother welded herself, the hand carved and painted sign your dad made when you graduated from medical school. It was those things you worried about. 

    Your grandfather used to tell you, that storms took things to give to the people in the ocean. This always terrified you. People in the sea? Why did they never come out? What were they? Your grandfather would laugh and tell you that they weren’t bad, they just liked the things we had on land. Then they paid us back with items found in the ocean. Although lately, we hadn’t been so kind to the sea, so all they did was took.

    You still think back on that often. You imagine what is under the waves and if anyone is watching you. There were rumors a few months ago about a giant shark creature walking on dry land and stealing from fisherman’s boats, but the stories died down after the last storm.

    You can’t sleep, the storm is too nerve-wracking. You also want to be up in case you get any emergency calls. It isn’t safe to be outside, and the thought of it scares you, but you’d do anything for your patients. 

    Luckily, there are no calls, and the storm passes without much incident. You walk outside come morning, looking around with your extra strength coffee in your hand. You walk down to the beach below your house. There’s the usual seabound debris, tons of driftwood, some garbage from parts unknown, lots of dead sea life. You then come across what you assume is a strange rock. It has a shimmer to it, so you consider it for a doorstop. But when you touch it, it’s slimy, and it squirms. It peeps loudly and flops over, revealing a bizarre creature.

    It’s back was the color of wet stone, blue-ish gray with a hint of pinky-pearl shimmer. Its underbelly and face were a paler blue. It’s round with tiny arms and fat legs. The hands and feet are webbed, and it has thick, frilled gills on its neck. The face is chubby, big black eyes stare up at you, and the mouth opens as it lets out a shrill cry. You’re not sure what to do. You don’t know what it is or if something is looking for it.

    You scoop it up, and it clings to you. As you old it to your chest and cuddles against you and starts peeping again. Once you get it inside you, take a closer look at it. It has fins running up its back and arms. It has a tiny nub for a tail that wiggle when you touch it. 

    “Poor thing,” you murmur. “What on earth are you?”

    It grabs your finger and pops it into its mouth, gumming it for all its worth.

    “You must be hungry,” you sigh, not sure what it would eat. You search your cabinets and pull out a can of sardines, a sliced apple, some nori strips, and a container of cold rice. “Do any of these look good?”

    It goes for the sardines, ripping into them viciously. It double fists them, shoving them voraciously into their mouth. They drip with the oil, but they look happy now that the contents of their stomach were full.

    You chuckle and pick it up. “You’re a mess,” you say as you set them by the sink. You dampen a washcloth and wipe them clean, they don’t seem too enthused about it. They swat and hiss at the wash cloth, and when you set it down, they attack it. 

    “Is it too rough on your skin?” You ask.

    They jump into your arms, curling against you. You take them into the living room and lay down on the sofa. You haven’t slept, so you are exhausted. You fall asleep without meaning to and when you wake up the little creature is gone. You look for them, searching all over, and when you do find them, they’re in the kitchen and have made a massive mess. They look sick, their gills are droopy, and they barely move.

    “Look at this!” You huff. They ripped into the nori strips, after that they tried the apple and threw it down. They climbed into your cabinets, knocking everything over until they found the sardine cans, which they somehow opened. Oil, spilled food, flour, and sugar were everywhere. The unfortunate thing looked like it had been dredged for deep frying.

    You start a bathtub and come back for it. You set it down in the water, and they flop around, seeming to feel better. 

    “Now you stay put!” You scold it. “I have to go get soap to scrub you with.” You leave the bathroom only for a moment. You get the soap an a washcloth that’s a little softer than the one before.

    When you come back, you drop everything you’re holding. In the tub, there’s something else. Something much bigger than the little creature you had. Their body is relatively humanoid, sleek and thin. Their legs are amazingly long. They have the same color skin as the little creature, same gills, and fins, only bigger and with two more on either side. The little nub has grown into a long tail that hangs out the bathtub. 

    “Where....what?”

    The creature in the tub smirks. “Don’t you recognize me,” their voice is husky and lilting. “Aren’t you going to bathe me?” Their tail flops.

    “Bathe?” Your voice cracks.

    They rise up out of the tub and reach for you. They kiss you, and they taste like how a storm smells. 

    “That’s a thank you for all the sardines,” she winks at you and eases back down into the tub.

    “How?” You ask. “You were so small?”

    “The storm knocked me out,” she says as she relaxes. “Then I was washed on shore. It was a defensive state I was in. Once you fed me and put me back into the water, I was able to come out of it.” She looks up at me and winks. “Wanna join me?”

    Your face burns and you shake your head. “No. I’m good,” you gasp.

    “Kya,” she says. “Thanks again for saving me.”

    You swallow, feeling your heart start to go at a rapid pace. “No problem.”

    It’s strange having Kya around. She goes to the ocean when she needs to, but she always comes back to your door. She greets you with a kiss, her taste of storm. Sometimes she brings you gifts. One day, she brought you a bag of pearls. Another day, three old gold coins that had to be priceless. 

    One evening, she comes to you before another storm is about to start. She holds you tight. “It scares me,” she murmurs. “Can I stay with you.”

    You kiss her, “of course.”

    She smiles at you and kisses you again. 

    “Why do the storms scare you?” You ask her.

    “They’re so violent,” she murmurs. “It was also during a storm I was separated from my family. I don’t know if any of them are even alive.” She looks at me, her wide eyes are dark and round. “That’s why I like being with you.”

    You smile shyly at her and touch her cheek. “I must admit, as strange as it was finding you, I like having you around too, Kya.”

    She grins and kisses you again, wrapping her arms around you. Her kisses grow deeper, her lips part and her long tongue slips into your mouth. She moans softly, clinging tight to you. You hold her, tilting her head back to kiss her more, taste her more. 

    She pulls back and takes your hand. “Let’s take a shower.”

    “Oh?” You let her lead you. She pulls you into the bathroom and starts the shower running. Meanwhile, she strips away your clothes until you’re naked before her. She smooths her webbed hand over your body. 

    “Tan lines,” she murmurs. “Very cute.”

    Your face burns. “Is it?”

    She kisses your chest as her cold hand rests on your stomach. She then steps into the shower, and you follow her. You both look at one another as the water falls over you. Her scales seem brighter in the water, and her gills flutter as she breathes. You touch her cheek, and she opens her mouth. You then press your finger onto her tongue, and she sucks on it. Her tongue curls around your finger, and she moans softly. 

    As you finger slips from her lips, her long tongue follows it. It’s purple and split near the tip. You dip down and open your mouth, letting her tongue inside. She kisses you deeply and presses her body close to yours. 

    “You taste like cigarettes,” she grimaces then plunges back in for another kiss. Your back gets pressed against the wall, and you shudder when you feel her hands wrap around your cock.

    “You’re hard,” Kya mewls. “Does that mean it’s ok?”

    You look down, seeing her hands wrapped around you and stroking you. “If it’s what you want,” you pant.

    She smiles. “I’ve wanted it for a long time.” 

    You cup the back of her head, kissing her as she strokes you. She then takes one of your hands, guiding it between her thighs. She feels different from a regular woman. Her slit is a little higher placed. There’s a small protrusion at the top that opens up to reveal her slit. Inside it is a deep violet color, and it’s oozing something slippery and slick like oil. She moans softly as you touch it, slowly dipping my fingers inside you feel ridges and nubs. The more you move your fingers, the more the slick liquid spills. Her tongue hangs out of her mouth, and she throws her head back.

    “Does that feel good?” You ask her.

    “Unh huh,” she grunts, rolling her hips to meet your fingers. Her tongue falls passed her neck, and she's drooling.  You kiss her cheek as you lift her leg, making it loop around your waist. You then slowly ease your cock inside her.

    “Anh!” She cries out and clings to you. Her insides are tight, but she seems to be enjoying it. The nubs inside feel good as you move. They rub you in just the right way. Kya gasps and shivers, the more you move, the more she seems to feel it. Her mouth is wide open, and her eyes have rolled back into her head. She’s all grunts and gasps of pleasure. You feel a surge throughout my body, and then Kya moans loudly.

    She clings to you again, and you feel her tighten inside. Her lower lips close around you, sealing you inside her. There’s no way she’s letting you go. She grunts and squeals and seizes up, her tongue twitches. You release inside her, every drop going deep inside. She lets out a strained cry, her voice squeaks and she rocks her body back and forth. After a moment she falls to her knees. She’s gasping and panting.

    You kneel down and hold her. She kisses you and grins. “Sorry,” she mewls.

    You frown. “Sorry for what?”

    She’s smiling in pure bliss. “Was I too intense?”

    You turn off the shower and switch it, so the tub fills up. You lean back, letting her lay on top of you. “It was strange, but then again, I’ve never had sex with someone like you before.” You kiss her cheek as she cuddles against you.

    She guides your hand back inside her and she grunts. “Feel all those little bumps?” She moans.

    “Yeah.” You pant into her ear. You start moving your fingers inside her.

    She gasps and shivers. “Th-those…” she grunts. “Those are all nerve endings uhm…” she rolls her hips and moans loudly. “Never endings...that-”

    “Are you telling me you have dozens of clits inside you?” You purr.

    She pushes your hand away and kisses you. “Yes,” she huffs as she catches her breath. “So sex is a full body experience for me.”

    “Oh wow,” you murmur. You wrap your arms around her. “That explains the face.” You slip your fingers back inside her, and she moans, letting you finger her slick pussy. “Let me see it again.”

    “Your seed will come out,” she moans.

    “I have more,” you kiss her as she leans back against me. You rub your fingers against the bumps, watching as her expression changes. Her tongue hangs out again and she gasps and mewls.

    She stays slick, even under water. If anything, the water adds to her pleasure. Soon, she can’t take it, and she shoves you away. She goes under the water and takes your cock into her mouth. You moan and touch her back. Her long tongue coils around me, sucking you and taking you down her throat until I’m hard again. She bobs her head up and down, bubbles rising up from the water. She moans against me, and her hands pet up your chest.

    She rises out of the water and straddles you. “Give me more then,” she purrs. She spears herself over you, and that looks comes to her face again. As she starts to move, water sloshes over the edge of the tub. She moans loudly and bounces faster. The water crashes and rises, sloshing from the tub. You grab hold of her hips, forcing her down harder onto you. She cries out, arching her back as she rides you. Her tail lashes out, knocking things off the shelves and throwing a shampoo bottle against the door. She squeezes tight around you, grinding you more. 

    You kiss her chest and shoulder, dragging your teeth down. She grabs your hair and the back of your head, gasping your name over and over. She’s not done with you, not by a long shot. She grinds you inside her, rubbing you to all her ridges and bumps. 

    You grunt and cry out, feeling that surge again. She moans and sighs, taking your load until every drop is inside. She stays on top of you, your face pressed against your chest. There is more water outside the tub than there is in it. She giggles softly. 

    “I think the storm got it,” she purrs.

    You scoff. “Nice try. You’re still the one cleaning this up.”

    She kisses you and smiles brightly. “I love you.”

    “Say all the sweet words you want,” you whisper. “You aren’t getting out of this. I love you too much to let you do that.” You kiss her and pick her up, carrying her to your bed. You lay her down and rest your body on top of hers. She strokes your wet hair and coos with relief. She seals herself up to keep every warm drop of your seed inside her. 

    Come morning, you wake up and see her through the open doors to your porch. She’s looking out of the ocean. You come up behind her and kiss the top of her head. “You look beautiful,” you whisper to her.

    She giggles. “I’m exhausted,” she presses to your chest. “You worked me too hard yesterday.”

    “Forgive me,” you kiss her shoulder. “You felt so good.”

    She turns around and kisses you. “Can you say it again?” She whispers.

    You smirk at her. “Say what?” You tilt your head this way and that, watching her glare at you.

    She tilts her head and frowns. “You know what. Don’t be smart.” She pinches my cheeks together and smooshes them, so I make a kissy face. “Go on. I want to hear it.”

    You chuckle and cup her cheek. “I love you, Kya.”

    She sighs and kisses you. “I love you too.”