Page 81 of Black Mamba

She winces. “Don’t make this more awkward than it already is. I’m just going to wash my body and take care of some bodily needs. And we can’t leave yet.”

I grasp her shoulders and pull her to me. “If you are getting into the water naked, I am going to watch.” I would watch even if she were not naked.

She crosses her arms, sighing. “Do you have to?”

“I am going to watch.”

She throws up her hands and drops them. “You can’t be at my side all the time.”

“I can.”

“Lukys, I’m not going to let you watch me go to the bathroom! Now go downstream and fish while you give me some privacy. I’ll sing so you can hear me. Go!” She waves me off.

Oddly charmed by her vehemence and fluster, I give in. “I will grant you some space but sing for me, you will.”

Her shoulders sink. “Yeah?”

“Yessss.” I turn away, and with my net in hand, follow the shore to where the water is deep. I keep to the heavy ferns as the water bends, putting me at a position where Elena is just out of sight. I do not think she will run from me. I am not worried about that.

I hide my tail within the brush and spread my net into the water.

Suddenly, I hear a soft tune. I forget about the fish as her tempo builds, as she gains courage with each passing word. Words about longing and love fill my ears and I am lulled by the melody.

She says her sister is a singer… The humans we have encountered, some of them seem to know Elena’s sister and even revered her for her voice. I did not understand until now.

She did not say she could sing as well

She finishes the melody and then begins to hum loudly. I place my hand on my chest when I realize I am purring, my skin vibrating under my palm.

I tug my net out of the stream, paying little attention to the flailing fish within. Wrapping them up, I throw them over my shoulder as I return to Elena.

Spying her naked form bent over in the middle of the steam, I freeze. Staring at her small, human body and the swells of her breasts and behind, my prick thickens, pushing against my tail.

Pausing mid-swipe of her hand between her legs, she splashes her body with water. When she sees me, she bends forward and throws her arms over her chest. “You said you were going to give me privacy!”

I hiss, moving in her direction. “That was until I caught your dinner.”

“Lukys.” She straightens as I enter the stream. “I’m unused to… this…”

But she does not stop me when I toss the fishnet ashore and pull her arms off her chest. She does not stop me when I look down at her. My nostrils flare as my appendage pushes out from my tail. “You are cleaning away my scent.” I squeeze her arms where I grip them. “I would have you stop. Now.”

“I want to be clean… for you. But mostly for me.”

I squint. “For me?”

“I like being clean, but I also don’t want to be dirty if we have sex again. Dirty sex doesn’t appeal to me.”

I tug her into my chest. “Oh, we are definitely going to have ssssex again. My Elena. Dirty or otherwise.” I press her body to mine, coiling my tail up her back. “I know you are still aroused. Bathing cannot hide that from me.”

She tries to pull away but I do not let her. “Stop saying things that make me blush.”

“If I do not know what does… how can I stop?” Cupping the back of her neck, I kiss her.

Her lips melt under mine, softening into clouds that accept my dominance. Moving my mouth over hers, I have enjoyed the kisses we have shared but there have not been enough. In fact, my mouth has touched her too little.

I lick her tongue, probing it with the fork in mine and sliding it along hers. She moans into me, and I undulate my upper tail against her body, spreading her legs and curving my top half backward so she may slide down along me and sit on my shaft.

Lowering until I am partially lying down in the stream, my back in the water, she finds her footing in the silt beneath us and arches her butt, gliding it over my knot. She straddles me, running her hands down my arms and up my chest.