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  Greyce began to explore her body as she did his moments earlier. He found her plump breasts very tempting to his palate. He did want to metaphorically eat every morsel of her delicious body. He could taste her sweet heat mixed with his salty desires. Greyce had never experienced such bliss in simple acts of foreplay, which he'd learned in the research library was what humans called it.

  He voraciously explored every inch of her body with his long thin tongue. Licking her breasts, he sucked her nipples hard and deep as she said she liked. He squeezed them too, and his caresses, he noted, made her squirm with delight beneath him. He went lower and lower down her body.

  Finally, he touched her wet channel with his large hands and explored her for some time before he thrust a few fingers and then his tongue down her deep crevice. She squealed out her approval and squirmed wantonly beneath him. Damn, he liked having human sex.

  At least he knew it was just desiring her and not wanting to procreate with her that had his genetics and groins in an uproar. Males of his world knew how to keep their sperm from mixing with the female Seamarrin's when they simply wanted pure pleasure. He'd read Earth people took precautions, too.

  "Oh hell, fuck me now, Greyce!"

  The word was odd to him, but he got the meaning quite quickly as she urged him upwards. His cock, as ready as it ever could be, didn't hesitate about sliding down into her slick opening in one swift lunge. His tendrils swung around their sweating bodies, caressing her where his hands could not.

  "Oh, by all the cosmos, you are fantastic,” she cried out.

  He thrust as deep and hard into her as he possiblycould. “You're incredible, Kellah. And I'm so ready to complete with you!"

  "Then come with me, you unbelievable sea hulk!"

  Greyce's powerful arms tightened about her once more, and his mouth descended upon hers. His lips were like sipping a sweet wine, tempting and tantalizing her palate, making her want more. The universe about her ceased to exist as his kisses exploded with blazing desire over her mouth. She clung to him, bursting with rapture at the intimate sensations he aroused in every inch of her body as he enticed her to explore a galaxy all their very own.

  Cries of mixed delight emanated from him, mingling with hers as her touch caused him to soar to ecstatic bliss. He knew he could hold back no longer and felt her own yearning for completeness with him. She kissed him back deeply as both rode the final high waves of that ascending, rampant star, rising to even higher plains beyond the stars, with heaven only inches away.

  * * * *

  Kellah awoke with a temporary shock to find herself cuddled in Greyce's arms. Their bodies were stretched out upon the long couch in her quarters. His legs were wrapped around hers as she lay facing his chest. She must have been exhausted to fall asleep in his arms. He was incredible earlier, and she didn't regret their explosive union one bit.

  Kellah wasn't sure how long she slept beside him, but when she awoke, she still lay within his arms. One of her legs and arms were hooked over his body. She turned her head upward to find him staring down at her, his delectable lips in a wide satisfied smile.

  "That is one private experiment I wouldn't mind trying again soon, Greyce.” She grinned mischievously.

  He held her even tighter. “I've never experienced such bliss, Kellah. Perhaps next time, soon, we can do it in that shower you spoke about. I hope you know this coupling meant a lot to me. I really would like to get to know you better, besides professionally, if that is acceptable. And I wouldn't mind one bit having as many personal experiments as you like."

  He looked so serious she tilted her head back to reflect on his words. She didn't expect him to utter those words, but she couldn't deny that he'd put a dent in her emotional and sexual strings right away. She didn't expect him to promise her marriage and the moon, but working and learning more about him, and enjoying his incredibly hulking sea-man body, was all right by her.

  She grinned back up at him. “It's very acceptable. I think I'd like to do some more learning about your sexual and emotional preferences. And the shower's just the place to start!"

  The End

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  Sea Dance

  by

  Leanne Strange

  On her last day of a research assignment, Kass finds herself attracted to a handsome alien merman who won't take no for an answer.

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  Strangely seductive stories also by Leanne in the Spellfire Digests:

  Sinful Sundaes 1, Shifters & Hot Fudge

  Spellfire Hearts 1, Drifting Desires

  Sinful Sundaes 2, Things & Hot Taffy

  Sinful Sundaes 2, Sprinkles & Hot Hunks

  Spellfire NYE, Shifting Passions

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  Sea Dance

  by

  Leanne Strange

  Chapter One

  Kass Martijn yawned and rubbed her aching neck while hurrying down the long corridor in the first leg of the maze that led from her suite in the visitor complex to the trans-chute. Today was the last full day of Kass’ three-day research visa on the world of Seamyst. She'd spent most of her time fighting bureaucratic red tape with the Archive Council of Aquinia. The permission code had finally come through in the middle of the night, which was why Kass found herself up and out before dawn. She wanted to transfer a copy of the data to her research team back on Earth before the council changed its mind.

  Space travel had never bothered Kass much because it seemed like moving through a sea of stars. The water was her milieu, though—sailing, swimming, studying—and Seamyst was a water baby's dream come true. Saltwater covered ninety-seven percent of the planet's surface, though hundreds of mountain-islands rose from the floor of the ocean like towers. A city had been built on each mountain-island by the Aquinian race of Seamystians, and a spaceport had been constructed on each mountain plateau.

  Three separate races had evolved on Seamyst. Two of them lived almost completely in the water—the Uni-Fins and the Bi-Fins. The Unis were most like the merfolk of Earth myth and legend. Their humanoid torsos turned into scale-covered icthian tails instead of legs. The Bis’ humanoid torso became two separate leg-like appendages, each ending in a fin.

  The third, called the Aquinians after the English translation of the name of their capital city, were the most humanoid of all. They walked upright on two legs with humanoid heels and broad webbed toes. They breathed air, but could survive under water for extended periods of time.

  Political unrest among the three races kept the world of Seamyst unstable for a long time. The Unis and Bis each thought themselves superior to the other two while both resented the Aquinians’ ability to walk on land and create a lucrative tourist trade with landwalkers from other planets.

  Lately though, other aquatic and amphibious species began to visit Seamyst, taking advantage of the underwater cities and attractions, easing the cultural tensions somewhat. The research team Kass worked with decided to take advantage of the calmer atmosphere to access older data unavailable through modern communications systems.

  Kass had spent the better part of the past two days filling out request forms and being shuffled from one office to another until she came full circle back to the Aquinian Archive Council. She'd finally had enough and told them in no uncertain terms she would file reports with the Alien Information Exchange League, the Seamyst-Earth Liaison Office, and the Earth Consulate if they tried to shunt her off again.

  The aggressive strategy worked, although Kass spent a restless evening worrying they would deny her and she'd disappoint her team. The information was vital to a research project that had been ongoing for over five years, and once denied, a second request wouldn't be accepted for two years. Fortunately, they agreed.

  She took a few more twists and turns down the shiny corridors. The floors were coated with a thin layer of water so that the Seamystians and other aquatic beings could soak up the liquid they vitally needed for s
urvival. Fortunately, she'd been warned to wear only rubber-soled shoes or she definitely would have gone sprawling more than once.

  Finally, she arrived at the trans-chute. She hit the button and waited for a car while shrugging her shoulders to get the kink out of her neck. She could see herself living on Seamyst, exploring the mountain cities and underwater villages, studying the exotic aquatic flora and fauna—some of it so like Earth's, but much of it completely different. She knew she had to return to Earth the next day.

  There was no way to extend her visa, not on the company's dime, and she sure didn't have the spare intergalactic credits to spring for even an extra day or two.

  Now, she needed to concentrate on her work, and her mind spun with the possibilities of what she'd find in the old archives. She was only barely aware of the swoosh when the chute door opened and she automatically stepped inside.

  Something solid slammed into her, the force temporarily knocking the breath out of her lungs. She staggered back, and a man's large hands shot out to steady her at the same time as she grabbed hold of his upper arms. Every nerve ending in her body crackled with awareness from standing so close to him.

  The lights in the circular chute car illuminated a row of oblong mirrors around the inner wall where she glimpsed herself being held by a very tall man dressed in running togs.

  Only the humanoid heels of his webbed feet were encased in running ‘heelies', as the Seamystians called the abbreviated shoes covering only the heels and attached by an ankle strap. Her eyes traveled from water-spattered feet to muscular thighs encased in black pants then up to a wide chest and the mass of deep dark green curls showing in the valley of the v-neck black tunic he wore.

  She quickly steadied her mind and body before focusing her gaze on the face of the gorgeous alien hunk she'd bumped into. Surprised, aquamarine eyes stared down at her. Sea ears, which resembled those of humans except for the outer shell where the cartilage thinned and fluted, creating a ruffled edge that would sway to and fro like plant life in the water, framed his face. A strong square chin, deep-set eyes, a slightly rounded nose and a temptingly kissable mouth completed his arresting countenance.

  Their gazes locked after he seemed to have scrutinized her with just as much interest. His blue-green eyes smoldered with curiosity and sensual enjoyment that both pleased and bothered her at the same time.

  Irrationally, Kass appreciated the rich, sparkly mint green of his skin and wondered if it would feel as luxurious and sleek, like silk against her body, as it looked. He pulled her firmly against his length, and her breasts tingled as his wide chest pressed into them.

  This close, the exotic sensual appeal of this alien male devastated her senses. He was quite unlike any Earth man she'd ever encountered, although he definitely seemed to be like a humanoid male in all the right places. She bit her bottom lip as her body throbbed in response to his virile alien physique.

  "Are you steady?” He spoke in impeccably enunciated Earth English, and concern laced his deep, vibrant voice.

  Her nipples responded to his nearness and the sexy sound of his voice. His cool body seemed to warm, too, as his sexual heat rose, matching her own. She tried not to blush, knowing this powerful male probably felt her rapidly beating heart. Kass forced herself to act more rationally.

  "Yes, thank you,” she replied as calmly as she could, starting to find the situation a bit awkward and a touch irritating. She didn't like that he caught her at the disadvantage of being off-balance and unaware, but his magnetic charisma kept her hypnotically glued to the spot. “I should have watched where I was going. I didn't mean to bump into you."

  A rumbling laugh came from deep within the Seamystian, and the concern in his eyes turned to amusement. “My fault. I rushed out and nearly trampled you in the process. I didn't expect anyone to be about this early in the morning. I'm not sorry, though.” His gaze lowered to the generous swells of her breasts filling the deep vee of her jumpsuit. “We seem to fit perfectly in all the right places. You're trembling. Are you afraid of being caught by a dark sea-demon?"

  The increasing twinkle in the aquamarine of his eyes made her realize he teased her. It annoyed her that she could not share his amusement, especially since his grip on her upper arms tightened and he moved as intimately close to her as possible.

  "You're the only devil I've currently met, but I don't scare easily. You can release me. Now.” She wouldn't give him the benefit of seeing her vulnerability. It didn't matter that she found him sexually stimulating; she wasn't about to jump his alien bones before she even knew his name. If he didn't put her down, she'd make him release her.

  He only laughed at her again. “Ahh, very well. I've enjoyed our delightful first contact. We'll meet again, my sweet sea siren. Good day till then."

  His voice caressed her every bit as much as his body did when he slowly pulled away.

  Her heart once more increased its tempo as his gaze danced rakishly down the length of her body and back again. With a glint of sensual mischief and a slight nod of his head, he strode away from her as quickly as he'd come up against her.

  Kass felt totally shaken and didn't know if their encounter had lasted a minute or an hour. She did know she wouldn't quickly forget the pulsating warmth and tingling caused by the exotic Seamystian.

  She rubbed her arms where he'd gripped her with his large hands and wondered if there'd be bruises. If not, she might be tempted to believe she dreamt the entire incident. More aroused than she cared to admit, Kass pushed a series of buttons, keying in the co-ordinates to her destination.

  Feeling completely, sensually alive, she realized that the Seamystian awakened a hunger in her she hadn't felt in a long, long time. Kass forced thoughts of the eye-catching alien out of her mind as the chute stopped. She disembarked and made her way to the Communal Archive Center.

  At the entrance, Kass read the map and learned the archives took up four small sub-levels of the four-story building. The Seamystians, a friend who'd briefly visited the planet on business had informed her, kept detailed reports of their history along with everything else. Even with information from her friend and reading the tourist pamphlets on the voyage to Seamyst, she still knew very little of their customs.

  An Aquinian sat on duty at the Archive Help Desk. Elderly, slightly withered by time, with drooping sea ears and long webbed-toed feet sticking out from under the small desk, the Aquinian looked up at her from his reading terminal. “Section?"

  His curt query and bored voice showed no surprise at the odd hour of her visit or concern for anything other than his reading.

  "Environmental data,” she responded, moving up against the half-shell shaped metal desk.

  "Permission code and IIC.” His brusque demand for the code and her Intergalactic Identification Card was punctuated by the crackled whisper of the static electric charge his work robes made when he shifted in his swivel chair. She didn't think he ventured out into the water much anymore, since his skin looked too dull and dry.

  Kass handed him the polyslip with the permission code along with her IIC. He inserted the slim, multi-colored plastic card into a tiny machine, then keyed in the permission code. When a blue light finished flashing, he removed the card and handed it and the slip back to her.

  "Sub-level two, room ten.” He immediately seemed to become unaware of her presence.

  "Which chute do I take?” she asked, hating to disturb him any further.

  He looked put out that she bothered him again. “Stairs. First stairs to your right.” He pointed in the direction without even looking up a third time, an indication he did not want to be bothered anymore.

  That was fine by Kass. At least some Seamystians didn't maul you. Had the archive attendant shown any lascivious interest she might have belted him. She grumbled to herself and wondered at the sensations still whirling around in her body and at the back of her mind. She gave herself a quick mental shake. Time to get to work.

  Squaring her shoulders, Kass bolted dow
n the stairs. She entered the room only to discover an ancient computer console, two dusty chairs, and a disk cabinet, all sporting cobwebs as their only decoration. Looking around, she felt like going back to the clerk and punching in his placid, dull-green face.

  This room hadn't been utilized in years. She didn't notice any security cams like Earth archive warehouses might have. Well, perhaps she could get the old equipment to work. She brushed the seat of one of the swivel chairs before sitting in front of the antiquated machine.

  "A little dust never hurt anyone,” she muttered, wondering how many years it had been since anyone used the room. Kass knew the Seamystians normally used state-of-the-art equipment, but hadn't taken the time to update the medium on their oldest data.

  She flung back her russet-brown braid, and then switched on the console. The machine coughed, sputtered and then whirred smoothly, its mechanical voice spewing out instructions for its best operation ... in Seamystian.

  "I have a model back home older than you, big fella. I know how you operate.” Kass sniffed with disdain at the grime-coated terminal knobs. “It's cleaner, too."

  As though in retaliation, a yellow-green light on the screen began flashing on and off until Kass gave the console a healthy whack. It immediately began to hum, awaiting her input.

  She chuckled. “Works every time."

  She keyed in the translation code someone had had the foresight to scribble on the console in indelible ink, and it repeated its instructions in English. After she keyed in her request, the computer began to show signs of life again by the sporadic flickering of green letters on its screen, then it simply went blank. Once more, she tapped her fingers impatiently on the keyboard, but the green screen remained blank. Old computers had odd senses of humor.

  "Don't malfunction on me now, you old geezer. Give!” She gave the machine another whack, expecting it to work as before. She even repeated keying in her request and grinned in triumph when the screen finally came alive.