Sealed Away (Camp and Quet314

[Campion]

As he opened his eyes, then pain in his head was a dull throb. In the distance, he could hear the crashing of breakers. Breakers meant shore and land and right now that was a good thing.

Arching his neck, Roland looked up at the night sky. A few of the more notable stars were poking their icy gaze through the haze. Dimly, he reviewed the events of the last week.

Signing on with that tramp wood hauler out of Singapore. Realizing after getting underway just how decrepit it really was and how much rot was in the hull. Arguing with the captain and getting put in the brig. The heavy storm that seemed to rise from the very water itself, not that he could see from down in the hold. The shiver and slam as waves like mountains delivered blows like powder magazine explosions to the unready boat. His cell door had been sprung by one such and then he'd had to fight water pouring down into the hold. When he'd gotten topside, he found the entire crew had taken the longboat, leaving him to die. When the mast came down, he had an idea and quickly cut the lines locking it to the boat, then riding it away to watch the belaboured vessel soon crumple.

He had no idea when the sun set, the sky was so black, and now, judging the stars, he guessed that he'd been on that mast for 10 hours. At least it kept him from the sharks that poked by.

Now the breakers were getting louder and he could see an outline in the distance through the dim light. It seemed to be a distant mountain. Then the mast grounded roughly, shaking him loose into the water. He struck out, staying clear of it and managed to ride a wave over the reef without too much damage, then crawled up onto a sandy spit of land to rest.

In the predawn light, he saw coconuts. YES! Grabbing his sheath knife, he stripped the husk and penetrated one of the eyes to get a fresh drink. Then began tosurvey his surroundings more as his head began to clear. The 5'10" man stood and stretched, tight muscles from hard work rippling through his torn shirt.

Doggedly, he strode across the sand to the other side of the small island that hosted a few coconut palms. To either side similar small coral based islands stretched out in a chain. He knew he was on an atoll and that the ring of islands could be miles long. But ahead was what interested him.

Rising from the water was a mountain, perhaps 600 ft tall or so. It looked lush and he could hear the sound of seabirds. Birds meant eggs and on that he could survive indefinitely. The lagoon was only 50 yards or so across here, but he knew better than to dive or step into dark water, so he sat, waited and watched. No shark fins cut the water, nor did he see any large welling of it as the sun slowly rose and the reef feeding began. Stepping in where he could see, he avoided sharp items and swam in to the mount. Here there was a sandy beach 50ft deep and about 150 wide, bracketed by cliffs at each end. a perfectly sheltered cove.

He pried mussels from the rocks and feasted on them, but he needed water badly.

So he moved up to the cliff and he began to climb. Around 20 ft up, there was a cave that was deep. Inside he found what he yearned for - a long deep pool of clean water. After drinking, he curled up in the caves shade and slept in pure exhaustion, alone and far from anyone...or so he assumed.

 

[quet314]

Muriel felt the storm in her whiskers far before the skies turned grey. As soon as the feeling hit her she broke free from the water and stumbled to the shore. The sky was still bright as her fins hit the sand and the water crashed into the beach clear green and white. It didn’t matter though. She could feel it coming.

Storms made her nervous. The saltwater of her childhood was black and thrashed with the sound of thunder. Shining white teeth broke through the watery abyss and red gashes tore through the waves.

Fear crept up in her even now as her toes curled in the sand and she trudged up the beach.

The selkie’s skin peeled from her shoulders like wet cloth. Her seal face slid free with a satisfying pop as she took her first human breath in days. Her animal self fell back over her dark curls and dropped like dead weight around her elbows.

The white and brown speckled seal skin glistened with seawater and whiskers tickled the woman’s shoulder blades as she took in the feeling of land. Muriel’s pale human body mimicked her seal skin. Her shoulders were sprinkled with brown freckles that spilled over down her back and dipped over her collar bone into ample cleavage. Dark black hair fell around her face in springy curls that were sopped with seawater. Her face was ethereal, freckles danced over her flat nose and chubby cheeks in an almost innocent fashion but her big round black eyes gave away her inhumanity. Her thick lashes dripped with salt water and her eyes remained open, unaffected by the pain it should cause. She was small, hardly five foot, but she was well shaped. Her bosom threatened to spill loose from her seal skin even now and beneath the heavy cloak of skin she was a thick hourglass figure. Large hips gave way to thick thighs and shapely calves.

Humanity was difficult to adjust to sometimes. Her human skin soaked in the sun and her body struggled to remember things like walk.

Moments gave way to minutes and minutes gave way to an hour. The sun beat down on her and she listened to the waves, teetering back and forth on her heels with each noise. Finally she remembered what she was doing. She could smell the storm in the sunlight.

Sometimes the loneliness of the island took her mind and wondered away with it. It always found its
way back eventually though.

Muriel trudged through the sand, dragging her seal skin with her. She kept it hoisted up around her like a cloak.

She traveled for some times, walking her normal path mindlessly. During storms she slept in the cave by the cove. Inside the cave deep caverns twisted and curved under the vacant volcano and she knew them all by heart. She stayed until the air smelled clean again which had often been weeks at a time. The caverns held many secrets in themselves but under the water in the pool of the first cave the caverns were even more vast. The water was clean and cool down there.

She shivered in anticipation for the night to come were she would sink into the depths

The selkie reached her cave in silence and dipped into the water without so much as a splash.

*************

The storm broke fairly soon. The day following it Muriel didn’t even bother to emerge.

It was on the second day that the selkie broke free from the water again.

She had been on the stretch of islands for years. She had been there in solitude for so many years the lonely island was her only friend. She knew everything about it. She knew what was safe and where not to go. She knew the caves and the beaches and the corals. She even knew every sound that came from
the island. She had been there since childhood, alone, how could she not know every noise?

As she breathed in the moist air of the cave she heard a noise she didn’t know.

It was breathing. Quiet sleeping breaths. Coming from what?

The selkie swam to the edge of her pool to see. A man.

Muriel let her humanity free from the seal skin, enchanted by the site of another intelligent being. Her selkie skin floated in the water around her. She held to the rocks around the edge of the pool, watching the sleeping creature as she floated at the edge. Her face rested between her hands and her springy curls still touched the edge of the water. Muriel’s lips parted with excitement but nothing came out.

When was the last time Muriel spoke? She wasn’t sure. She’d been alone for so long she’d simply stopped at some point.

Talk. She willed herself.

Her delicate pink lips parted again. Again nothing. She licked her lips and tried once more.

“Hello,” she said quietly. Her soft voice echoed in the cave and bounced off the calm water. “Hello,” she repeated with a small smile. She was pleased with herself for remembering so quickly.

 

[Campion]

When one's fate is often in the hands of cutthroats, con artists and the insane, one either develops a keen sense of intuition based on the extreme subtleties of hearing and scent or one dies quickly.

Through the most extreme of need, Roland was one of the keenest of perception. Now that ability served him well as he woke with the breaking of the water's surface in the cave. Completely aware of every cubic inch of his surroundings, he strained and judged at the breath of the creature unseen through his eyes. Could some reptile occupy the land?

But no, the breathing was far to full and regular, this was a large mammal, and that had a limited array of responses, most of those human. His eye cracked open but the tiniest sliver and surveyed his companion in the reflected moonlight that stole around the cave and off the few ripples of the water. He noted a human head of tousled curls and a feminine face in the pool. But what was floating behind?

The vast majority of men, whether pleasant or vile, would have assumed that it was a mere girl, but he had heard too much lore to take her at face value. That pool was deep and long and separated enough from the sea that it had no tides. She had to be able to submerge comfortably for many long minutes. Thus he was facing either one of the legendary Merfolk, or an animal shifter of some sort. He restricted his imagination to such, because the other option was a demon and he could not take that.

When she finally called out to him and he heard the tones of his native land, so precariously poised off the shores of England and wishing it's freedom thereof, he was stunned. Whatever she was, she was a countrywoman and she would be his. It also instantly narrowed the options. What creature lived as much in water as land and had a human visage much of the time? Only a selkie, the seal folk. Well, a selkie out of her skin was much more easily taken.

Such was his self control that her entreaty caused not even a quiver in his visage or body and he 'played possum' as the Yanks would say. She was a woman and any woman had curiosity in spades. She would assume him unconscious, for he was not hiding the slow regular breathing of his chest from her. Unconscious meant harmless or so she'd have to think and she'd come have to ease up at least partially out of the pool to see him fully.

The hand away from her, on the left side slowly moved unseen to slide the knife from its sheath and clutch it readily.

When he judged the time perfect, his body moved like a whipcrack, launching him over and behind her, to wrench the skin from her shoulders and then he threw himself backwards, holding his prize aloft, with the gleaming steel knife held across its throat. "Hello indeed, pretty one. We are going to be ever so close, you and I. But I know of the perfidy of your folk, slaying when it suits you, and I will not be so caught. So if you value this pretty skin, you will now swear to me by every one of our gods that you pledge yourself to Roland O'Dell, to use as he pleases and to seek only his will and pleasure. If you say anything that is NOT that oath, be assured that I will use my razor sharp blade to take this skin to ribbons, first removing the head."

His green eyes were unwavering as he regarded her. "So what will it be girl, will you live as a human and defy me, or remain Selkie and be my slave?"

 

[quet314]

The human didn’t respond. Muriel pouted. She kicked her legs in the water impatiently. “Hello?” She said again.

Still nothing.

The selkie pulled herself out of the water and leaned over the edge. Water rolled off the seal skin that draped her shoulders and dripped from her curls. Her little body struggled to lift herself far enough out to see the sleeping man better.

“Hello…?” She asked desperately.

She yelped as the flash of his knife flew through the air. It was over before she could understand what happened.

She fell back into the water with a splash and as she went to close herself up in her seal skin she realized with terror that it was gone. She broke the surface of the water with a gasp for air.

She watched the man in gaping terror, her human arms flailing in the water. She dipped under as she struggled to gain better use of her human limbs. She pulled back up and grabbed at the edge of the pool. Muriel pulled herself up again and crawled up slowly. She wobbled on her little human feet.

The human wasn’t making much sense. Why would she slay him? It didn’t matter much though. She wanted to be around him. She wasn’t alone any more.

“I promise by all the Gods to do as you ask Ronald O’Dell.” Her human lips stumbled over the words. “As you please and only your will.” She struggled to remember the words he said.

“Ronald Ooo’Dell,” she smiled testing out his name. “I am Muriel.” She wobbled some. She hadn’t ever stood up without her seal skin. She tilted back and nearly fell back into the water.

Muriel was completely unphased by her nudity. She had been alone since her body had developed, as a child no one cares if you’re naked. She never knew that it was wrong. Her nipples hardened with the chill of the air in the cave.

“I will not slay you. I am pleased to see you.” She smiled at him warmly, genuine pleasure in her eyes.

 

[Campion]

He tried to keep is voice even. "It's Roland, not Ronald, Muriel." He reached out to steady her, and then impulsively pulled her into his arms to hug her tightly and kiss her deeply on the lips.

He quickly realized that she had little clue was he was doing, a true innocent. "Very well. You need to be able to move on land as a human as well girl."

He removed his pants and shorts after dragging off his boots.
"See this. It's different from you. This is my cock. It is meant for you to worship and adore. At every opportunity, you should kiss it and suck it. It will enter your folds and give us both pleasure."

He cupped a very full breast and gave it a soft squeeze. She was a wonderfuly curvy bundle of femininity. "Now, I need you to take your seal form and go get me some fish, mussels and anything else edible that moves. I'll build a fire to roast them and put some coconut and guava on it." He gave her rump a hard swat. "Move girl! we have a limited amount of light to work with today and I need to make us a soft bed for the night."

This island just became a much more interesting and agreeable place for him, he mused. Once she was gone, he began to shred coconut hulls for bedding and for firetinder.

Before long, he had a small blaze going, surrounded by dry rocks. Some sharpened branches from bushes would make skewers. Now what was keeping her...what was her name? Mariel? No, Muriel...well the only name he wanted was willing.

 

[quet314]

Muriel squeaked a little when Roland pulled her forward into a kiss. The sensation was unexpected but pleasant. She blushed as the man spoke to her and began to remove his clothing.

She watched him with wide eyes, listening intently to his explanation of the object hanging between his legs. “Cock,” she repeated obediently, showing that understood what he said.

She gasped a little when he reached forward and squeezed her breast. That feeling was also pleasant. Was this how humans touched each other?

She squeaked yet again when he slapped her bottom and nearly fell over as she wobbled on her little human soles.

Muriel moved quickly to obey him. She wrapped her seal skin over her shoulders and ran out of the cave tipping to one side and the other out of both excitement and lack of coordination on land. The little selkie repeated his name over and over as she went. Practicing it.

The selkie dove into the water without a second thought. Her seal skin closing around her just as she hit the water. She collected clams and several little fish. She actually got a little over zealous and collected far too much. The fish were squirming in her arms and mussels slipped onto the floor of the cave as she ran back to him.

Her seal skin was still tightly wrapped around her shoulders as she came to a clumsy stop. One of the many fish in her grasp falling to the ground as she presented Roland with his request. She stared excitedly at the fire. She hadn’t seen one in a long time. The flames danced and licked the rocks around it, but she quickly turned her attention back to her new master with a smile.

“Yes?” she asked holding up what he had asked for.

 

[Campion]

Muriel squeaked a little when Roland pulled her forward into a kiss. The sensation was unexpected but pleasant. She blushed as the man spoke to her and began to remove his clothing.

She watched him with wide eyes, listening intently to his explanation of the object hanging between his legs. “Cock,” she repeated obediently, showing that understood what he said.

She gasped a little when he reached forward and squeezed her breast. That feeling was also pleasant. Was this how humans touched each other?

She squeaked yet again when he slapped her bottom and nearly fell over as she wobbled on her little human soles.

Muriel moved quickly to obey him. She wrapped her seal skin over her shoulders and ran out of the cave tipping to one side and the other out of both excitement and lack of coordination on land. The little selkie repeated his name over and over as she went. Practicing it.

The selkie dove into the water without a second thought. Her seal skin closing around her just as she hit the water. She collected clams and several little fish. She actually got a little over zealous and collected far too much. The fish were squirming in her arms and mussels slipped onto the floor of the cave as she ran back to him.

Her seal skin was still tightly wrapped around her shoulders as she came to a clumsy stop. One of the many fish in her grasp falling to the ground as she presented Roland with his request. She stared excitedly at the fire. She hadn’t seen one in a long time. The flames danced and licked the rocks around it, but she quickly turned her attention back to her new master with a smile.

“Yes?” she asked holding up what he had asked for.

He turned as she rose from the water. "Impressive, you have done very well!"

Quickly, he placed the shellfish alongt the edge of the fire to steam and went outside to gut and scale the fish. He saved the guts. Maybe she'd want them as a seal. Then he placed the fish on the skewers to roast and dripped some coconut over them.

After rinsing his hands, he pulled her into a hug and kissed her, noticing she seemed to enjoy it. While his tongue slid into her mouth, he kneaded her ass and softly pinched her nipple, then ran a finger over her cleft. "Since you did so well, until the food is ready I will you suckle on my cock. It's like when you were a little girl you got a nipple to suck for milk now you are big, so you get me cock. If you suck deep and well enough you'll get a cream treat. Don't worry if you do it wrong, I'll teach you since I'm your friend. Hey...is hat a drop of milk on your breast?"

Oh this land was nice!
He leaned in to lick at her nipples, sucking them to hard peaks.

But a sizzling told him the shellfish were finished, so he used a cool piece of coral to drag them out and shucked them with his knife.

Outside, the reddish tinges of sunset painted the eve and he held her close as the ate first the shellfish, then some of the fish. The fire in the entrance kept it cozy and he pulled her to the coconut duff bed. "Well, you've been a good girl and patient so you can suckle my cock now. If you do that well, then I have some special games we can play. Ready?"