Gill Man's Girl (MF)

Strange Love 14

Painted Hearts Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 7,240
1 Ratings (5.0)

One bad choice for undergraduate Lita Lawrence crash lands her alone in the middle of the Amazon rain forest! Finding herself in the safe haven of a lagoon during amphibian mating season may reduce those choices even further, until another species decides she is worth saving. Will she discover a way out of this labyrinth of sensation, or will she stake her own claim in the middle of this primeval land as the Gill Man’s Girl?

Gill Man's Girl (MF)
1 Ratings (5.0)

Gill Man's Girl (MF)

Strange Love 14

Painted Hearts Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 7,240
1 Ratings (5.0)
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She wondered whether her professor and Bobby were even alive. She was alone, in a jungle, talked into this trip on the promise of an easy grade. Dr. Moreno wasn't a bad person, with his thin ribbon bow tie that became all the rage in the 1850's. But he was overly steeped in the need to learn firsthand. Had he been open to a blow-job or even something more—as long as it was just once—she wouldn't have been talked into the trip at all. And Bobby, bless his heart, was as opportunistic as the piranha. And nearly as bitey. Which was ironic considering he had part of one ear missing from a dog attack. This would've been a nice feather in his cap, volunteering to assist the professor, plus an added bonus with the better-than-average chance of bedding Lita during the trip. She looked down where her shirt was wet and stretched tightly over her breasts, showing a significant swell. And they itched, too. She scratched at them absently before forcing herself to find dried wood and put it in a pile.

Dried wood was not a common commodity in a rain forest, but she managed some dead limbs and twigs and vines for kindling. Too bad she didn't have any waterproof matches. Or matches at all.

The grotto would be her shelter, she decided. It was here and she wouldn't have to expend energy in building something. The water seemed fresh, but she knew better than to assume. If for no other reason, she had to figure out how to build a fire to keep the jaguars away and boil water to drink. She held out little hope of finding a hamburger joint for supper.

With a pile of dry or drying wood and no way yet to light it, Lita finally succumbed to the itching and the call of the lagoon and went in, cautiously as before. Treading water, her stomach growled again. She couldn't hear it, but she could feel the invisible tendrils of hunger scraping the inside of her belly. What was there to eat? She could probably guess at what fruits were edible and scoped out the tree tops from the bay's vantage point. Coconuts, that would be good, both liquid and 'meat' inside. She might get to the point of eating a raw fish like she'd seen on Survivor Man. She couldn't imagine it at the moment, but she supposed it was possible. Especially after the hunger pains groveled inside her again.

Fine. Coconuts it was.

She was leisurely breast-stroking to the shore when something bumped against her leg. First she thought fish, which led instantly to piranha or barracuda despite knowing intellectually that there was little danger of either devouring her leg in one attack. She hurried her strokes regardless, her mind going next to crocodile and bull shark before mentally rationalizing the river dolphins they had come to study in the first place, or even better, random dead wood.

She made it to the shoreline and was pulling herself out when something caught her foot. She twisted around, shaking her leg to dislodge whatever it was, and was shocked at seeing something green and scaly wrapped around her ankle. The grip released her and she scurried back from the lagoon like a crab, heedless of the sand scraping her knees.

Surely she hadn't seen what she thought she'd seen. It had to be kelp, deep Amazonian grasses wrapped in such a way to resemble a...a hand.

But in the next breath, she watched paralyzed as a head emerged from the dark surface. It was bulbous, with fins that stuck out from the side as it...breathed. Its mouth was rimmed in fat, bulging lip-like skin that opened and closed like a koi in a tank. She tried to breathe, feeling panic rising in a scream that wouldn't come out.

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