Leda Swann - Rainlashed

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Rainlashed

ISBN # 1-4199-0347-0

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Rainlashed Copyright 2006 Leda Swann

Edited by Briana St. James.

Cover art by Philip Fuller.

Electronic book Publication: January 2006

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors imagination and used fictitiously.

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The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. This story has been rated Eroti c by a minimum of three independent reviewers.

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Rainlashed

Leda Swann

Chapter One

His wildest fantasies had come true. The selkies had returned.

Iain Argyle, Earl of Stoneleigh, stood behind the rock as still as if he were a stone monument like those that stood in the chapel on the hill behind him. He would not startle them, not yet. Not until he had them in his power and they were unable to escape his clutches.

He gazed at them with fierce intent, careless of the cold rain battering his face, drenching his thick cloak and running in icy rivulets down his neck and inside his collar.

Once before when he was little more than a boy he had seen them on the shore like they were now, their seal skins set to one side as they washed themselves in the rainwater. Entranced by the sight of so much naked beauty and filled with boyish enthusiasm and foolish naivet he had strode openly out to greet them. In his simple mindedness he had thought they would welcome him with open arms, perhaps even take him as their playmate.

He had wanted little enough from them then. A kiss from each of thema simple kissand he would have been happy to let them go back to the water where they belonged. He had wanted most of all to look at them and perhaps to touch their cool skin with gentle hands. Just to have touched a pair of naked breasts would have been enough back then, in his heightened state, to have made him come in his pants. Even in his wildest fantasies he had aspired to nothing more.

They had wanted no such playmate as he. Robbing him even of one touch of their smooth skin, they had slipped away from him as fast as water disappears into the ground. The sound of mocking laughter as they had swum away from him still burned in his ears, tormenting him even more than the memory of their perfect, naked bodies, shamelessly cavorting in the rain.

He was older and wiser now and would not let them escape so easily a second time. Before he saw them return to the ocean again, he would have more than a kiss to remember them by. He would have one of these strange seal women, he would steal her away and make her his own, and he would possess all the secrets of her body. She would belong to him until he tired of her and let her return to her own kind. Over and over again he would take his willing captive, his hungry cock thrusting and pumping away inside her slick body until he had burned out the fruitless passion for these wild sea creatures that had haunted him mercilessly for so many years.

With a fierce burst of self-control he tamped down his rising lust. He could not afford to be distracted by the strength of his desire, not when the prize was at last so near to being won.

Controlling his fantasies, dampening his need for them to prevent it raging out of control, had never been so hard. They were beautiful. All five of them were enticingly, intoxicatingly beautifulthe most glorious creatures he had ever seen. For they were creatures. He would not call them women. They were creations of the earth and of the sea. They had no souls, no life beyond the one which they now lived, so they could never be fully human.

And yet how human they appeared, as they lay over the rocks, chattering in girlish voices, letting the clean, fresh rainwater wash over their naked bodies. They looked for all the world like fresh-faced young lasses barely out of the schoolroom oblivious of the sweet seduction of the bodies and the unquenchable desires they aroused in every man who saw them.

The three closest to him were plump and curvy with golden, sun-warmed skin, full breasts tipped with large, pale-brown nipples, soft brown hair between their legs, and well-rounded asses he ached to grasp in both hands as he thrust vigorously into their wet and welcoming pussies. He could hardly tell the three of them apartthey looked enough alike to be tripletsand any one of the three would be delicious enough for his purposes. The three of them together, all of them making love to his body at the same time, competing for his attention, would be even better.

An auburn-haired girl sat to one side a little apart from the others. She was slender and smaller than the others, and looked barely out of her girlhood. Pretty as she was, he dismissed her out of hand. She was too young to engage his interest.

Lying on her stomach and paddling idly in a rock pool was the last of them. Her hair was darker than the others. Drenched as it was by the steady rain it looked nearly jet black, and was long enough to reach nearly to her waist. Her skin was paleso pale she looked as though she had never seen the sunher lips were bright red, and her eyes were dark pools of mystery. She too, was curvy like her companions. Her large, pear-shaped breasts were tipped with tight, pink nipples, the muscles in her thighs well defined, and her plump ass firm and high.

As he watched, she rolled over on to her back, her legs apart, exposing the bush of dark hair between her legs, and a tantalizing glimpse of the wet, pink cunt that lay hidden underneath.

His lust notched even higher at the thought of dipping his fingers into her dripping pussy. He did not let his fantasies travel any further than that. The mere sight of her pink flesh had made his cock so hard that it hurt and he was already perilously close to losing his iron self-control.

The black-haired selkies wanton display had decided him. Out of all five of them, she was the one he wanted. He would have her.

He moved his head around infinitely slowly, searching for what he knew he must find, and quickly, if he was to succeed.

Ah, there it was. He stifled the cry of triumph that threatened to burst forth from his lips. The pile of skins lying as if discarded on the beach, close to the waterline, was the only sign that they were less than they appeared to be. Those skins rather than the seal women themselves had to be his focus.

He would wait all day, and into the night if need be, for the right moment to present itself. There was no point in trying to hold the women. They had already proved to him they were more slippery than eels and could not be held if they chose to escape. Instead he had to capture the skins and use them to control their owners.