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  Bridget arched off the ground, and he maneuvered her body so that her thigh dangled over his shoulders. Caderyn thrust his tongue up her slick passage, working it in and out at a mind-blowing rhythm. His nose bumped along her folds, hitting her clit. She felt herself close to coming. Pulling his head, she moved his mouth up to her clit and begged, “Here. Do it here. Suck me here.”

  Caderyn obliged, latching his mouth on her and sucking as his tongue twirled. Bridget gasped, tensing almost immediately. ‘Yes, yes, just like that. Oh, yeah. Harder. Harder’

  Caderyn’s tongue pressed harder and Bridget cried out as she came, soaking his chin with her climax. As she trembled in her release, he pulled back, dipping his fingers to replace his mouth on her body. He thrust a thick digit up into her, stroking wildly to keep her body at a fevered pitch.

  Bridget had just come and still she wanted more. She felt insatiable. Pushing up on her hands, his hand fell away from her as she adjusted her position. She faced the barrier, getting on her hands and knees. The sea stars swam before her, romantic as candlelight and quite exotic to behold.

  “More,” she demanded. Thrusting her butt into the air, she offered her body to her husband. ‘I want more. I need to feel you inside of me.’

  Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Caderyn pull up his tunic. The material covered her back as he brought his cock to brush along her slit. Feeling the head of his erection, so large and hot, she pushed her hips back, taking it all in with one thrust. Her body adjusted, clamping down tight around his large penis. It constantly surprised her just how much his thick shaft stretched her pussy.

  He grabbed her hips, pulling and pushing in a slow, deep rhythm. The sea stars blurred until she could only see spots of light dancing within her vision. Her fingers clutched the grass as she watched her breasts jerk with each commanding thrust. Caderyn’s grunts of pleasure showered over her. She clamped the muscles of her passage, squeezing him even harder. His rhythm faltered.

  “Ahhh-oh,” he cried out in surprise at the tightness, not moving. Bridget did it again, squeezing him hard. It felt good to be so full. ‘By all the gods, woman.’

  ‘Fuck me,’ she commanded him. ‘You like that don’t you?’

  Caderyn howled as he rode her hard, slamming into her from behind. She heard the frantic thoughts in his head, incoherent words of pleasure. ‘…tight… good… aye, aye… like that… fuck… fuck.’

  Bridget tensed, highly aroused to know what he was thinking. There were no boundaries between them. She felt what he felt, heard what he thought.

  ‘Fuck me, harder. Caderyn, harder,’ she told him, letting a string of dirty thoughts filter through her mind so he could hear them. ‘I want your cock. Take me. Give it to me. Never let me go. Never stop.’

  The tension built. Bridget reached for her clit, rubbing it in hard circles as she neared her climax. Knowing how he liked it, she kept her muscles tightened along his shaft. Caderyn groaned loud and long. Her body spasmed with intense pleasure and the beginnings of release. He tensed, but didn’t stop as her body seized hold of him. She knew he was coming inside her, giving her his seed, even as he continued to pump his hips to give her a full climax.

  Bridget came, digging her fingers into the ground as she was racked with tremors of gratification. It felt wonderful. She never wanted them to end. Her neck weakened and her head dropped forward.

  ‘More,’ Caderyn said, still imbedded deep inside her. ‘I want more. I want to come again, this time inside your sweet ass.’

  His thumb slipped up her cleft to the tight rosette buried between her cheeks. He probed it lightly as he withdrew his cock from her pussy. The nerve endings in her ass jumped to life. Her whole body was numb from the pleasure he’d given her and still he managed to arouse her once more. Bridget dropped to her elbows, her butt in the air as he gently rubbed her sensitive body—touching her sex even as he rimmed her butt. Each time he brushed her swollen clit or the tight rosette, she jerked with tiny tremors.

  Finally catching her breath, she pushed up. His fingers slipped a little deeper into her anus, but she didn’t mind. It felt good. She wiggled on his hand for good measure as she sat back. Rocking, his body to her back, she let him finger fuck her ass. Leaning her head to his chest, she said, “Lay down. I want to suck you first.”

  Caderyn pulled his hand away and instantly obeyed, a look of pure joy and anticipation on his face. Bridget pushed his thighs apart. He was already at half-mast and she nuzzled him with her hands and face, kissing him gently from the head of his cock to the root. She sucked the balls into her mouth before letting go and traveling back up to the tip.

  Reaching between her own thighs, she wet her finger in her cream, stroking herself a few times before moving to his tight butt. She knew what he liked and was no longer embarrassed by the idea of giving it to him. Almost the very instant she probed his tight ass, his cock sprung to full life, filling her mouth.

  Bridget probed his tight cheeks, enjoying the way he squirmed with pleasure. He had the body of a god and she liked looking at him. Pushing her finger inside, she rimmed him, mimicking the movements he’d done to her, as she cupped his balls in her palm. Caderyn tensed, pushing down as he thrust against her hand. She sucked him into her mouth, letting him create his own rhythm against her.

  ‘I love you,’ he said over and over. Aloud he merely continued to groan in pleasure, the words almost incoherent. His stomach tensed. ‘I love you. I love you.’

  Now that he was loosened, she slipped a second finger inside. His cock twitched in her mouth, but he held back, refusing to come.

  “Climb on top,” he ordered.

  Bridget eagerly did as he said, turning around as she climbed over his body. Facing his legs, she took him into her pussy. She leaned forward, bending his shaft so that it faced away from his head. His knees supported her weight and her hands were free to play with his balls and ass. Working her sensitive body on his, she took him in a slow steady rhythm. Caderyn used the position to his advantage, as he too found her anus and pleasured her with his fingers. She gasped, hardly able to breathe as she rocked up and down, up and down, along his body. It wasn’t long before they both came hard and in perfect unison.

  Afterward, Caderyn lifted her up off the ground into his arms. Bridget was so tired, she could barely move. She settled her arms against his chest, trusting him not to drop her as she nestled into his warmth. Going inside the house through the back door, he told her, “Don’t worry about anyone seeing us inside the house. No one will bother us at all tonight.”

  Bridget was too sated to care at that moment, even if the whole world watched them. Taking her through the gardens to the atrium, he lowered her body into the cool water of the pool. She jolted in surprise as she expected to sprout fins.

  When she looked expectantly at her legs, actually fearing for a split second that the Merr trait had worn off, he simply explained, “Freshwater.”

  Bridget instantly relaxed. “Oh.”

  After they bathed, taking their time exploring each other’s bodies, Caderyn lifted her back into his arms and carried her to bed. Settling his body around hers, he kissed her temple and said, “I’m so happy you are my wife.”

  “And I am happy you are my husband. I love you, Caderyn.”

  “I love you, too,” he whispered, as they drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter 25

  The next morning, Afra had breakfast ready for the newlyweds when they woke up. Bridget and the woman became instant friends. As Sirius and Caderyn talked, Afra showed Bridget around the estate, explaining where everything in the house was and how things worked. The woman was most proud of her plants in the garden and, as a scientist, Bridget could appreciate Afra’s enthusiasm for her work.

  ‘Where are you?’ Caderyn asked, using the telepathic link between them.

  Bridget smiled brightly. He’d been moaning for quite some time about how badly he missed her and how much he wanted to hold her in his arms.

  ‘G
arden,’ she answered, keeping a straight face as Afra showed her one of her newest project plants she’d created.

  ‘I want you,’ Caderyn said and she could hear the idleness in the thought. ‘I want to kiss your breasts, licking my way down your stomach like I did last night to drink your sweet, delicious...’

  “Mine does that too,” Afra said, when she noticed how flustered Bridget appeared. The woman clearly guessed that some sexy communication was occurring between the new couple, and yelled, “Caderyn, leave your wife be! You’ll get her back soon enough. Right now she’s talking to me.”

  Bridget realized she’d been blushing and staring into space. She felt heat flooding her features.

  “They think it’s funny to get you all flustered from across the house,” Afra said. “I wish I could say it’s a trait they grow out of, but it’s not. My husband does it to me all the time. In fact, you’ll learn to block it somewhat. And don’t worry, you’ll get your revenge on him for it. Next time he’s talking to the king, just send him a mental image of yourself naked in the shower. That gets them every time. Or, if he’s been really obnoxious, wait until he’s in front of a large group of people, like at a banquet giving a speech.”

  Bridget giggled. “You can share images with your spouse? How?”

  “Aye, in time you’ll learn all kinds of neat tricks,” Afra said. “And like I said, in time, you’ll be able to block him out somewhat. Good thing too or he’d know every present you try to get for him. It can be a pain, but I like to think of it as a challenge.”

  After Afra had finished her tour, Bridget was disappointed to learn that Caderyn needed to go back to the palace. He wanted to report the Olympians’ movements to the king and tell him about how the mermaids had found their way into the ocean from Mt. Olympus. According to her husband, the other hunters could be in danger if the Olympians were roaming about the Abyss freely. If they came across the women, not knowing that they could be out there, their people might get hurt—especially now that Bridget had escaped with their secret.

  Afra packed them a bundle of food for the trip. Caderyn and Bridget bid the caretakers’ farewell and took off down a different forest path, further away from the Olympians than before.

  “We’ll be back soon,” Caderyn promised as she took one last glance back at the country estate. She liked it there, liked Afra and Sirius. They made her feel more at home than she’d been in a long time, even before coming down to the underwater world.

  Bridget merely nodded. They walked in silence for some time, enjoying the nice warm day.

  “What is so wrong with the Olympians getting in the ocean?” Bridget asked. “Why not just let them be?”

  “That group was banished from the city for a reason,” Caderyn said, his voice short.

  “Hey, we’re a team now. I’m your wife and you should trust me.” Bridget frowned at him.

  “I do trust you, it’s just…” He sighed. “It is an embarrassing time in our history and we don’t like to discuss it.”

  “It’s not like I’d tell anyone,” Bridget said. “You can tell me.”

  “I know.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple. “The Olympians used to go to the surface and lure humans to their deaths. They would cause ships to crash on the rocks by singing songs to weave a spell over human males. Some would even pull sailors into the water and drown them just for the sick pleasure of doing it. From some of the things Aidan has told us of legends and mythology from above, we Merr have quite a horrible reputation on the surface.”

  “Wait, I thought you said we couldn’t breathe surface air,” Bridget said. “How is it they are luring humans to their death with song? Do they swim by the ships? Sing underwater?”

  “We can’t breathe surface air, but for some reason they can. We have tried for years to discover their secret. They can’t stay up long or they’ll die, but they can surface. If we knew the secret, we’d be able to save more lives. We’ve tried to figure it out, have even sent men into their fold begging to be slaves. But, we have failed each and every time.” Caderyn sighed. “Finally, we just decided to leave them be. So long as they couldn’t get into the ocean, they couldn’t do any harm. But, now, with what you’ve said of their newest home, I hate to think about what could already be happening if the Olympians have taken up some of their old, human drowning ways.”

  “The food, maybe?” Bridget asked, suddenly stopping in thought. “When I was there, they fed me. One of the women, Neda said something about the seaweed they tried to get me to eat. It was disgusting. I couldn’t do it.”

  “We have tested their foods. They are the same as ours,” Caderyn said.

  “Not this stuff. It was gross. I don’t know why they’d even bother with everything else to choose from in the ocean.” Bridget pulled Caderyn’s arm. “You’ve got to let me collect and study the different plants out there. I can’t promise anything, but what do we have to lose? If my husband’s going to be up there hunting…” Bridget scrunched up her face in worry as they again started walking at Caderyn’s silent urging.

  “What?” Caderyn automatically held her elbow to help her over a fallen log. She smiled at the gentlemanly gesture. He was just too sweet for words sometimes.

  “I don’t suppose you’re going to stop hunting, are you?” Her stomach tightened, worried about him and the harm he could come to in his job.

  “It’s important. For all we know, it is the reason the gods have blessed me with you. How could I quit now?” He kissed her temple. “Don’t worry. I’ve been doing it for centuries.”

  “All right.” She nodded, still worried about him. She loved him. How could she not worry? “Just promise you’ll be careful out there.”

  “I always am.”

  “Like I was saying. If my husband is going to be out there hunting I want him protected. Just thinking of you snagged in that net, knowing how close we came to killing you…” She shivered. “We were just a bunch of scientists with a net. What if you come across deep sea fishermen, men trained in hauling up things from the ocean? I would rather you could breathe the surface air if you had to. Or worse, what if a submarine with torpedoes saw you and fired? I don’t know, Caderyn. It just sounds so dangerous for you to go up so close to the surface.”

  “A what? Submarine? What’s that?”

  “Submarine.” Thinking of a way to explain it, she said, “The human military sails beneath the water and each decade they go deeper and deeper. It’s a giant boat that swims like a fish.”

  “I know you would like to go back to the country estate as soon as possible, my love, but I think you should consider working with Aidan at the palace.” Caderyn stopped walking and cupped her cheek. “I will never lie to you. There are things we’ve seen from the surface world we don’t understand. If there are dangers you know of, please, help us. You’ve seen what the scylla can do if we don’t hunt. We have to hunt, but your knowledge can help us. Please, think about it.”

  “Of course I’ll help you, Caderyn,” she said, glad to have a sense of purpose. “Of course. I’ll tell Aidan everything I know.”

  Chapter 26

  At the palace, Caderyn reported all he’d found out about the Olympians to the king. It was decided that Bridget immediately be taught how to navigate the Abyss so that she could collect her samples and do her tests alongside the Merr scientists. Until such a time as she could navigate on her own, the scavengers would be sent out to collect for her. She explained to them what she was looking for. Although they brought her many things, they were never the right plants. She kept trying though, determined not to give up.

  In her spare time, she worked with Aidan in the artifacts room, telling him about the surface world. He was insistent that she remember every detail, no matter how small or inane she thought it might be. He asked many questions and took endless notes. What did humans eat? What were the dating customs? What color did women paint their faces? She laughed, not understanding how makeup tips helped the Merr
society, but regardless, she told him everything he wanted to know. Once he’d collected a sufficient amount of data, he published it so the Merr people could read the findings.

  The tailors, most eager to hear of the latest fashions, insisted she draw them some designs. Bridget was no artist and they ended up more frustrated than helped. Though, when she explained the special nightgown she wanted made for her, they were thrown into a frenzy of work.

  Within a very short time, her sexy lingerie designs made their way to all the women of Ataran and husbands had never been happier. In fact, many married couples sent her thank you gifts. She wasn’t quite sure what to think about that yet, but Caderyn assured her it was all good.

  News came that Cassandra was adjusting to her new life, though the report was vague and Bridget couldn’t help but wonder how true it was. She wanted to see the woman, but she didn’t press the issue, knowing their work at the palace was more important. It wasn’t like she and Cassandra were close friends, though Bridget hoped they would be someday. They had one very important thing in common. They both came from the same world above the waves.

  Lyra had gone to the country with Rigel. According to Aidan, she’d still been giving the hunter the silent treatment when they had left. Aidan insisted she wasn’t from the past. Bridget still wasn’t one hundred percent convinced of that.

  Since the king’s decree that Caderyn was to teach her to navigate the water, he’d been giving her lessons. The first time he took her out, she nearly didn’t make it out of the underwater cave before panicking and swimming back toward shore. It took some time, but she got used to her Merr vision, and suddenly it wasn’t so frightening.

  With Caderyn, she felt safe. He showed her things she had only dreamed about, though once she did get zapped by an unusual type of jellyfish and had been sore for nearly a day. It hurt like hell, but she knew not to get too close to them again. Deep Ocean was more wondrous and exotic than she had ever imagined possible when she was on the surface. The landscape was just like land, only dark and shadowy, always shifting and changing like blue dessert sands. Not counting the jellyfish sting, she loved every minute of it.