The Lemurian

Note: Lesbian/Demihuman themes

ONE

Lana flinched awake as she heard an all-too-familiar humming sounding in her ears. No, not her ears, not really. It was a humming sound, a low buzzing, that she wasn’t physically hearing, but was instead how her brain interpreted the psychic signal of a hard penis nearby. Actually, make that three hard penises. Actually, make that three hard penises that were being stimulated towards orgasm.

Lana made a low grunt as, accompanying the humming sensation, she could also feel the warm energy of male sexual need start to fill her body. It was not a direct broadcast, since the males in question were, thankfully, not thinking about her, but more of an ambient haze that was filling the house, and thus she couldn’t help but soak it in. Especially given that the Lust Energy was coming from the room next door, where she didn’t need her powers to hear the grunts of her three younger brothers. Lana glanced at the clock. 4:30 in the morning. They had woken up early just so they could try to frantically jerk off to an orgasm while their older sisters and mother were still asleep.

Maybe if they’d gone one at a time, they might have gotten away with it. As it was, while their mother was well practiced at blocking out a man’s signals, Lana and her sister Pay had not had their magic for more than a few months, and were still sensitive to such detection. All three boys stroking at once was more than enough to wake the two young women.

In the bed on the other side of her room, Pay moaned awake. “What the fuck…” she muttered, and yawned. She squinted in the dark towards Lana, though she was more specifically looking at the wall which separated the two rooms. “Jeez, are they at it again?”

Soaking in the desperate boys’ energy was waking and refreshing them quite quickly, so it was easy for the two to shake off the tiredness of being awoken so early. Unfortunately, it meant they had nothing to do but lie awake for a while until sun up, when they could get started on the day’s work.

Pay still yawned out of habit. “Mmmm, don’t they know better by now?”

The brothers, triplets who had turned eighteen just a couple months ago, were still struggling badly with the village rules of no longer being allowed free orgasms once they came of age. Men had to earn their releases with hard work and dedication to the women who had chosen them for companionship. Unfortunately, none of the boys had been taken as a lover by any of the village women yet, which meant they were still granted release only at their mother’s behest. The older woman was not planning on cutting them any slack, hoping a continuous set of blue balls would encourage them to do their best to prove their worth to another woman who would take them off her hands.

The only other time they got to pop was if they tried to sneak in a quick jerk off. Their mother was just lenient enough to pretend not to sense them if there was a case for plausible deniability, and thus, didn’t keep permanent blocks on them. However, the last good opportunity the three had had was during a hunting excursion into the woods six weeks ago, which they had failed at so badly, no one had let them go on another.

So, now, they’d apparently set an alarm and were hoping to pop one before anyone else in the village was awake.

Pay rolled over and decided to allow the warm energy of their need lull her back to another hour of sleep anyway. Lana, however, was too charged up to need any more rest, and instead sat their in the dark, staring at the ceiling. She didn’t care if her brothers jacked off, even if she was literally just a couple feet away from one of them, with only a wall separating. She wasn’t going to interfere. If they could get away with it before their mother woke up…

Lana let out a sigh as two of the brothers, Lucas and Cayo, sped up their stroking and quickly burst at almost the same time, spraying their seed on towels they had spread over their stomachs. The energy of their climaxes lit up her sexual senses like psychic fireworks. Pay grunted, and flopped her pillow over her head, as though to silence some loud music. Lana smiled in amusement. If only it was real sound, it would be so much easier to block out. As it was, it was all Lana could do to shut out the images and sounds of her brother’s fantasies as they stroked.

Unfortunately, the dual burst of climax was enough to wake someone else who was a lot less lenient on such naughty activities. Lana could hear a muffled gasp as, in the room on the other side of Pay’s wall, their mother bolted up in her bed. Even with her mental defenses up, a Sex Mage was still vulnerable to being startled by a particularly strong burst of sexual signals from a very horny man, especially when she was asleep. Lana heard an exasperated sigh of frustration, and then, through the mystical signals given off by her brothers, she felt a glimmer of her mother’s magic. The older woman had just locked a strong orgasm block on each of her sons, a quick punishment for waking her up with such lewd activity.

For Lucas and Cayo, this was no big deal. They had beaten her to the punch, and were now happily cleaning up their messes. Izzy, however, was not so lucky. In his shyness to touch himself in the same room as his brothers, he had started a minute after the other two, and had stroked more cautiously. Ergo, he was had not quite reached his peak before the other two had woken their mother. He was still stroking, still building up, when he felt the orgasm block take hold. Panicking, he stroked himself frantically, as if he could rush to a climax before the block could fully set in; put of course, the spell was instant, and all he did was end up edging himself. Lana heard him whimper through the wall and whine, “No fair!”

The other two laughed at him, calling him a loser. They ribbed him about being such a virgin that he couldn’t even score with himself. Lana scowled in the dark as she listen to them rag on poor Izzy. She sent a flash of magic at the other two’s balls, squeezing them briefly until they yelped, and remembered that there were women in the house that did not like to have their rest disturbed.

The other two boys fell back asleep, leaving Izzy to restlessly squirm in bed. Lana frowned, but it was not her place to give Izzy his relief. That was even ignoring the fact that they were related. If she helped him pop off, she’d never hear the end of it from the other women in town. Funny, though, that they had no problem with the boy’s own mother throwing orgasm blocks at them, or using ball-squeezing spells for punishments.

It wasn’t much, but she reached out and soothed away some of the ache of his lack of relief, if only to quiet his organ enough to let him catch another hour of sleep. She still didn’t manage to nod off again herself. Although the magic relaxed and refreshed her, she still felt frustrated, and figured she may as well take a walk along the beach to watch the sunrise.

TWO

Caraíva, Brazil had remained a small, simple coastal village even into the twenty-first century. Forced to modernize from an influx of tourism from foreigners pining for a romanticized ideal of the “good old days,” most of the villagers had still not comfortably adapted to the latest technologies. Electricity was obtained mostly from generators and land vehicles were still an extremely rare sight. A self-sufficient fishing village at heart, Caraíva had been among many such small locales that had easily weathered the societal upheaval caused by Sex Magic over fifteen years ago. The elder women of the village had brought order to the town by establishing themselves as a firm matriarchy, adapting Sex Magic to the daily routines of life. They had even taken in those tourists who had gotten stuck in their area during border shut downs and riots in the larger cities.

A decade later, when the Cascade Event nearly wiped out humanity, the village’s small size and isolation spared them from the worst of its effects; they were one of the few settlements in Brazil who hadn’t lost anybody.

All in all, when contact with the rest of the world was almost completely cut off, Caraíva managed to do alright for itself. Even those tourists who made the town their new home found themselves preferring the simpler life. Besides, they weren’t completely isolated. A caravan had been traveling up and down the coast for several years now, bringing some goods to trade and news of the outside world. The last big news they’d heard was that there was no Brazil any more. All the old nations had dissolved their borders, and new Queendoms had arisen to take over the lands. Caraíva was outside any given Queendom’s jurisdiction and its inhabitants were okay with that.

The paths of the village were empty in the twilight. Most people were still asleep, though her sexual senses could detect a few hard penises being toyed with, either by their owners, or the women who owned their owners. She felt ambivalent about this, though. She was not outright repulsed by sensing such things, but she would have greatly preferred if the power was not so focused on the sexuality of males. For all the power they gave her, she had little interest in boys and their silly penises. In her own private moments, it was the soft and curvy flesh of women that stoked her inner desires. Sadly, no other woman in the village was similarly interested, leaving her to pine over lusts that were never to be.

Instead, she had only her work to look forward to, working one of the farm plots and helping with household chores. Aftewards she had time to do a little reading, though she had already finished the last two books she’d gotten from the caravan, and they wouldn’t be back for another four months. Other women her age were having fun practicing their budding Magic on the village boys, which she only half-heartedly did just so she could master the necessary basics.

After fifteen minutes of walking past the rows of small houses, she found herself striding down the slopes to the beach. It was such a familiar walk, she didn’t even need to pay attention when she was taking it, and thus, the feel of the sand snapped her out of her inner complaints before she was consciously aware she’d reached her destination. She blinked and looked out across the ocean, where the light of dawn was creeping over the waves a little bit at a time. She smiled at the sight. It was not an unfamiliar view, but she rarely bothered to wake up in time to enjoy it. She sat down on the sand, just beyond the reach of the waves and let the sounds of the ocean cool her thoughts.

She didn’t see the shape in the water until the sky brightened and the tide ebbed enough to reveal more clearly the dark humanoid shape standing out against the white sand. Lana jumped to her feet and stumbled back as at first, she thought some kind of shark had beached itself. Then, she thought it might be a person in a wet suit. Then, after another few seconds, she realized it was neither, and yet also both.

She cautiously approached the figure, unable to tell if it was alive. It had been lying face down in the water, apparently, this whole time. The figure had a humanoid shape, with somewhat feminine curves. What At first looked like it might have been body paint, Lana realized was in fact the thing’s actual skin color, a dark navy blue. Looking at her from the side, Lana could see the color faded to a pale grey on the chest. Her hands appeared to be webbed, her feet elongated into flippers, and shark-like fins sprouted from her head like a crest and from her shoulder blades like small, stiff wings.

Lana walked around the figure, trying to suss her out. As she came around to the creature’s left side, she could see a pale grey, human face turned to the side. Along its next, a set of gills flexed. By now, the waves were no long reaching her neck, and Lana could hear a gurgling in the she-shark’s throat. She finally stepped forward and reached out, touching her. The skin was a weird texture, mostly like a humans, but strangely rougher.

The thing seized up and let out a ragged cough. It’s gills appeared to shrink back against its neck, sealing themselves until they were nearly invisible, and water gushed out of the creature’s throat. The she-shark’s eyes fluttered open, revealing crimson eyes with slitted pupils. When she opened her mouth, her teeth were sharpened like a sharks.

Lana pulled back as though she’d been bit, though the creature didn’t move. Instead she vomited another gout of sea water, and then it began to draw in ragged breaths. Once she had gulped some air, she mumbled something.

Lana leaned a bit closer, despite her instincts to start running. “Do… do you… need help?” she said hesitantly.

The she-shark mumbled again, clearly exhausted. She tried to push herself up from the sand, but after only a token effort, she flopped back and down. Her eyes rolled up in her skull and she passed out.

Lana immediately ran back home to get help.

THREE

The she-shark mumbled as she slowly came to, laying atop Lana’s bed. Lana sat on the edge near the girl’s flipper-like feet, watching her carefully. Her mother sat on a stool next to the girl’s head, lightly caressing the smooth, bald head. Opposite the two, sitting on Pay’s bed, Izzy sat with his eyes squeezed shut and his face red as a beet, slowly stroking himself. Next to him were two other young men from the village who had not cum in a while. One of them was likewise humiliated having to jerk off next to another boy and kept his eyes closed. The third, however, felt emboldened to stare at Lana’s legs. She didn’t acknowledge his attentions, but subtly spread her legs and shifted her skirt a bit to aid him. His tension climbed higher as she did so, and it didn’t take long from there before he grunted and his cock jerked in a failed attempt to cum. He slowed his strokes, but didn’t stop fully, and resumed when the edging had passed.

Between the three of them, they were generating more than enough Lust Energy to allow any woman in the village to power any spell they wanted. Lana’s mother soaked in the energy of the three, then used her superior control of the energy to push it directly into the she-shark’s body. Although there was no visible sign of this transfer, she could sense it with her own magic. In such a way, her mother, and a few other women in the village, used the mysterious sexual power to aid in healing. A concentrated burst of Lust Energy which naturally healed and refreshed any woman who absorbed it could even recover someone who had been seriously injured or fallen terribly ill. It was a trick she herself was curious to learn, once she got her own powers more under control.

Lana couldn’t see any obvious wounds on the she-shark, but there was no telling what dangers she could have come across in the oceans. She might have injested a poisonous fish or been unable to find any food at all. There had been a storm a few days ago, she could have been stunned by a lightning strike. She might have just swam herself to the point of exhaustion fleeing some dangerous creature.

The she-shark moaned a bit louder as Izzy and the other boy edged one right after the other, sending twin bursts of energy for her to absorb. As directed by her mother, the two jolts of male desperation seemed to be the final push to nudge the girl back into consciousness.

She opened her crimson eyes and sucked in a surprised breath. Blinking, she glanced around, bewildered for a moment, then turned to Lana’s mother. She spoke in a strange, but musical tongue that neither woman could understand.

Lana shared a glance with her mother. “Was that French?”

“Italian, I think.” Her mother looked to the girl. “Do you speak Portuguese?”

The girl frowned, cocking her head to the side. She spoke again, this time in a language both women recognized as Spanish, though neither could speak it well.

“Hmm…” her mother glanced at the still stroking boys. “That’ll be enough, you three. Izzy, come here. The rest of you are dismissed.”

The two other boys gratefully ceased their stroking, pulling their pants up and stuffing their hard, aching cocks down, before practically running out of the house. Izzy was about to do the same, but his mother held up a finger to stop him. “Keep your pants off and come here.”

Izzy gulped, humiliated and a little afraid, as he was made to stand between his mother and sister, cock sticking out over the shark girl’s hip. His mother tapped the girl’s arm, then Izzy’s cock, then tapped her head and the girl’s head.

Hesitantly, the she-shark reached up and grasped Izzy. He flinched at her touch, the webbed hand wrapping around him more fully than a normal hand could. The girl offered him a small smile and gave him a single slow stroke. Brazenly, his mother then clasped his testicles, and he winced, not just from how much his balls ached, but from the mortifying fact that his own mother was groping him.

The reason for this procedure quickly became clear. Her mother said, “Greetings. My name is Letti. My daughter found you unconscious on the beach, and we brought you here to recuperate.”

The she-shark’s eyes widened in surprise, and she said something in Italian once more. Letti nodded, and the two women spoke their native tongues casually. As Letti spoke in Portuguese, she sent a psychic impression of the meaning of her words into her son’s mind. This, in turn, was sensed by the girl. When the girl spoke, returning to Italian, she performed the same trick, psychically sending the meaning of her words into Izzy’s mind for his mother to sense.

Lana’s eyes widened. She had never considered that Sex Magic could be used as such a mechanism. The psychic detection and absorption of men’s thoughts could, with practice, cover more than just their sexual desires and fantasies. As a master manipulator of the energy, her mother was able to tweak the whole system of mental signals to use a cock as a sort of universal translator.

Of course, the effect of running magical signals through a teased boy’s genitals was to send a constant stream of tingles and tickles, and soon, Izzy was huffing and shivering his organ throbbing in the two women’s hands. Unable to resist, Lana reached out and settled her fingertips on Izzy’s penis head, the only exposed part left, and joined the full conversation.

“This is my daughter Lana,” her mother said, nodding sideways to her.

The she-shark smiled. “Hi! I’m Sera.”

“Nice to meet you,” said Lana, smiling back. Despite her triangular teeth, there was some something kind of cute about the she-shark. “So, what the heck happened?”

“Well, like I was saying, about a week ago, my scouting party stumbled into some tiger sharks going into a feeding frenzy. We’d just caught and eaten a school of fish ourselves, and the sharks tracked the blood. Before we knew it, we had a whole pack of tiger sharks after us. Then a couple of great whites showed up, coming at us from the other direction, and my group was forced to scatter. Unfortunately, I went too far, and by the time I got myself oriented, I lost my group. I tried sensing the cocks of the men, but I dunno, somehow we got too separated.”

She glanced to the side, looking a little ashamed. “I’m… I have a…” she sighed. “I’m a bit of a Glitch. My powers work fine, except my sensing ability doesn’t go very far. I can only reach about a kilometer, even with guys I’ve been with a lot, so I ended up losing my group.”

She shook her head. “That’s the first time that happened to me. There’s no landmarks in the ocean, obviously, but I tried to swim towards where I thought my tribe was going. Unfortunately, well, I was by myself. Without any guys to draw energy from, there was only so much I could do, even with this body.”

Fascinated, Lana said, “Yeah, about that, what are you, exactly?”

“I’m a Lemurian. We’re a nomadic ocean tribe. Guess we haven’t been down this stretch of coast; we usually try to contact every settlement we find.”

“What’s a Lemu—”

Lana was cut off by a whimper from Izzy. His cock was throbbing hotly in their hands; Lana was so fascinating by their guest, she’d actually forgotten she was touching her brother. Their mother frowned, then said, “I can go fix you up something to eat. Do you think you’ve got this trick down?”

Lana nodded, and her mother excused herself. Izzy was only slightly relieved.

“Sorry, bro,” said Lana. “I just want to ask a few more things.”

“Please, I can’t, I need to cum so bad!” he whined.

“Here,” said Sera, sitting up. She smiled up at the boy, and had no qualms letting the bed sheet fall off her modest, but perky breasts. Even with the pale grey color, they were the perfect shape Lana preferred, a bit more than a handful, with hard nipples that made her mouth water at the thought of sucking.

Izzy, too far gone to care about the girl’s appearance, knowing only the pleasure of her strangely wonderful feeling hand, let out a little gasp at the sight, and couldn’t help but thrust into her grip. Sera winked at Lana, brushed her hand away slightly, then kissed the tip of Izzy’s member. She licked at his penis head as she slowly stroked him.

Izzy huffed and his hips bucked, but Sera steadied him with her free hand on his side. She suckled just the tip of him as she stroked, and Lana could detect a series of small, electric jolts lighting up his nerves. Izzy let out a little cry, and Sera looked him in the eye as she gave his cock a squeeze. Lana sensed his orgasm block break, a moment later, her brother was erupting into the mouth of this mysterious she-shark.

She sucked down every drop, then let him go, letting him stumble back and sag into a heavy slouch on Pay’s bed. She then waved him off and Izzy, mumbling his thanks, stumbled out of the room.

Lana watched him go, then turned to the girl. “What did you do that for?” she said. “I know he needed it, but now we need to get another guy so we can talk!”

Sera reached out and clasped Lana’s hand, then guided it to her bare breast. Then she spoke once more, still in her own language, but Lana felt the psychic impression of her intent, as the she-shark lowered her innate mystical defenses. Women were naturally immune to one another’s magic, but could make themselves vulnerable to another if they so chose. And right now, Sera was trusting Lana enough to give her access to her thoughts.

“I caught the information from you’re brother’s mind,” she said. “I don’t think it’ll be too much of a bother if we just touch each other directly, no?” As she said this, she sent a tremor of what could only be amorous warmth to her.

Lana blinked, then blinked again. Then she slowly let go pulled off her shirt, and took both of Sera’s breasts in her hands, then invited the she-shark to do the same for her. Sera smiled merrily as her webbed hands cupped Lana’s breasts, giving them a playful squeeze. The two young women opened the psychic channel between them to speak.

“Thanks for helping me,” said Sera. Her smile seemed almost bashful, despite how brazen she was in touching her. “You’re very pretty.”

“You’re pretty, too. Um, very exotic?”

“Weird exotic? Or cool exotic?”

“Mostly the latter?”

Sera giggled. “It’s okay. I know I must look strange to you. I am a human being though. My tribe has just used Sex Magic to change ourselves into these forms.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

The two sat there, groping each other’s chests, looking into one another’s eyes for several long moments. Instead of words, raw emotion flowed between them, giddy attractions and wonder warming them both. They didn’t realize how close they were starting to lean together until they almost bumped noses. They both giggled, paused, then slowly slid closer, lips parting a bit as they came together.

The moment lasted only a second before a loud throat clearing came from the door. The two young women jumped apart and Lana looked back over her shoulder, arms clasping around her chest, to see her mother standing there with a plate of food. The look on her face was hard to read, but there was a definite air of disapproval.

Sera said a phrase that both could recognize was an apology and she bowed a bit. She did not, however, bother to cover herself. Lana figured a woman who lived in the ocean had little use for clothing.

“I will pretend that was just a bit of curious experimentation for sake of better communication,” said Letti, setting down a plate of mashed yams and chopped up cod on the small bedside table.

“Of course, mother,” said Lana, replacing her shirt. “Sorry if we startled you.”

“Mmmhmm,” she said. “Well, I have to get back to work, as do you. She may accompany you or rest for the afternoon, but we will discuss what to do with her tonight.”

“Okay,” said Lana. Once her mother left, she smiled at Sera then clasped her hand. It wasn’t as effective as touching their intimate parts, but once the trick was learned, it wasn’t too hard to figure out. “Eat up. We’ll talk tonight. I have chores to do for a while. If you need anything, old Nana is two houses down on the left.”

Sera nodded, smiled, then quickly kissed Lana’s hand. The two giggled, and Lana returned the gesture before going out for the day’s work.

FOUR

After ten hours of working the fields and helping scrub the laundry, Lana was finally free to talk to Sera again. The she-shark was no longer at the house, however. Instead, Lana found her on the beach, sitting in wet sand, letting shallow waves wash over her. Lana smirked, kicked off her shoes at the edge of the sand, then strode across the beach, plopping herself down next to her.

Sera smiled at her and clasped her hand. “Ciao.”

“Olá,” said Lana, giving her hand a soft squeeze. “You feeling better?”

“Oh yes, much,” she said. “If it’s alright with your village, I think I’ll spend the night here, then head off in the morning.”

Lana frowned. “So soon?”

“Well, I have to try to find my tribe again. It’s a long shot, but I know we were heading towards Tierra de la Flores as our next destination. So, I’m gunna follow the coast and make a bee-line for there.”

“Don’t think I’ve heard of that place. Where is it?”

“I believe it’s the southernmost tip of the continent.”

Lana’s eyes widened a bit. “Really? You’re going to go there all by yourself?”

Sera shrugged. “It’s the closest Queendom on the shore. I’m hoping, if my tribe isn’t there when I arrive, I can appeal to their Megami to try and point me in the right direction.”

“Megami. That’s like their Queen, right?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ve seen other Queendoms, then?”

Sera grinned. “I’ve seen a lot of them! My tribe’s been around the whole world a few times, and I’ve been with them long enough to make one full circuit. There’s a lot of cool places out there. Queendoms that are almost like the world before the Magic, where the women suppress their powers. Queendoms where the women fly guys around like hoverboards all the time, and have them stuck naked against walls for energy. A Queendom of giantesses. There’s even a Queendom of elves in the rainforest. We were just visiting there before we started migrating south again.” She grimaced. “Let me tell you, I’d rather swim the deep ocean than the Amazon ever again. Fucking scary shit in that river, and you can barely see anything. We had to modify our bodies for electro-sensing. Did you know all those electric fish are all from the Amazon? I never knew that.”

“Huh,” said Lana. “Uh, no I did not.” She looked out to the ocean. “Must be nice to travel whenever you want.”

“Yeah, it’s cool,” said Sera still gazing at Lana.

The other girl glanced back. “What?”

“You’d look cute with some fins.”

Lana chuckled. “I’m happy with my body as it is, thanks.”

“I dunno,” she said. “You’re quite the looker, but there’s no reason you couldn’t add a few extra features.”

Lana sighed. “I’m already enough of a freak around here.”

Sera frowned. “Because you like girls?”

She nodded. “You’re expected to have a bunch of kids so the village can thrive. Hard to do that when the site of a dick dries me up.”

Sera rolled her eyes. “You have the Magic. If you want kids, you can just pull a little semen out of guy with a thought and impregnate yourself.”

“Who says I even want kids? Besides, I’m also expected to take on at least one guy as a husband. I’d rather just not.”

“Guys have their uses, even if you don’t really find them attractive. I mean, you don’t ever have to sleep with them. You can just let them jack off if they need relief.”

“Not really fair to the guy, though, is it?”

Sera paused, frowned and nodded. “I guess not. I wouldn’t know. I like both.” She winked at Lana, who chuckled back.

That was when they sensed a couple penises coming closer nearby. Lana immediately recognized Izzy among the handful of young men coming to take a peek at the strange shark girl who had dropped in on their village. He couldn’t help but get hard, remembering Sera’s grip on him, and the way she’d made him cum.

One boy in particular, though, Pavlo, was looking at Sera with unusually high excitement. He stared in wonder at the she-shark, and both young women could sense his cock stiffening. Even as the other boys noticed and laughed at him for it, his cock stayed stiff, fantasizing about the shark girl doing wicked things to him from the water. In particular, a fantasy of him swimming in the sea, with Sera suddenly lunging up from the depths to clamp her mouth down on his cock and start sucking like a fiend kept playing in his head.

Neither of them turned to look, but both broke out into giggles seeing the boy’s silly fantasy. Both were sure he wouldn’t be thinking those thoughts if he’d seen Sera’s teeth.

“Oh dear,” said Sera. “I think I might have awoken his inner anthro fetish!”

“Anthro?”

“You know, like me, an animal person.”

“Ah.”

“Hmm… maybe I should give the guy a little fun tonight.” Sera leaned back and turned her head enough to look straight at Pavlo. The boys were hunkered down a few hundred feet away, hiding in the tall dune grass that bordered the beach. Sera winked, and Pavlo gasp as he felt a little zap of pleasure on his cock, making him shiver. The young man quickly ran off back to his house, cock throbbing, to try and jerk one off real quick before he got caught.

The two girls giggled again, and the other boys similarly took off, not wishing to be on the receiving end of any magic pranks. “So, how about you?” Sera continued. “Have I awakened any fetishes in you?”

Lana pounced on her, throwing her arms around the shark girl and crushing her lips to hers. Sera giggled through the kiss, then pulled Lana on top of her. As they began to move against one another, a wave splashed against them, and Lana sputtered. Sera laughed, and helped her friend out of her wet clothes, tossing them into a small pile further up on the beach. She pulled Lana into the water, until they were shoulder deep, floating on the waves. The shark girl kissed her, pressing their bodies together. Lana moaned into her lips, feeling the pleasantly rough skin of her strange new partner, their breasts pressing together, even as they grind their hips together.

As they did so, through the village a sudden chorus of erections could be sensed. The two young woman’s sexual auras flared within each other’s passions, their magic mixing and amplifying, broadcasting intense commands of arousal to every penis in range. Neither girl paid attention as they explored one another. Lana had never been with another woman before, but Sera had clearly been with several, and not just with her own, transformed kind. Between her past experience and the guiding touch of the magic, she knew exactly where to caress and push and grind, her fingers working Lana’s clit and pushing inside her, even as Lana clumsily fingered her.

As they made love, Sera guided them further out to sea, until they were treading water while clutching each other. Lana felt a beat of panic as the ground dropped away from her feet, but Sera’s powerful legs kept them both afloat. Then, as they kissed, Sera looked her in the eye, and sent a thought directly to her, to trust her. Lana broke the kiss long enough to nod, then closed her eyes and resumed the kiss as Sera dipped them fully beneath the waves.

They hung suspended in the ocean, the floor several feet below and the surface several feet above. They spun and whirled and thrust upon one another, coursing pleasure though their cores with both physical and magical touches. Sera’s girls unsealed and she started breathing in the water, but it was hardly necessary. Without even consciously realizing it, both women were absorbing the energies of the men from the village, their painfully intense erections sending Lust Energy to infuse the lovers with superhuman prowess. They grabbed and rubbed one another with a force that would have broken the bones of a non-empowered lover, but instead only sent brilliant bolts and flashes of bliss through their nerves.

Sera’s body was already adapted to marine living, but for Lana, the magic protected her, suspending her need to breath, letting her ignore the sting of sea-salt on her eyes. She barely felt the pressures of the deeper water, even as Sera let them drift further out.

The she-shark swiveled their bodies, pressing her sex to Lana’s face, and burying her own in Lana’s. Lana licked deeply, letting the magic guide her, even as she quaked from Sera’s strangely long and rough tongue probing her depths. The two women clenched and cried out into the water with screams of ecstasy, a knot of orgasming women flesh, bobbing almost weightlessly in the waters. Lana couldn’t even tell which way was up, and she didn’t care.

At some point, the pleasure finally faded, and Lana’s head broke the surface of the water, just as the magic puttered out from a lack of stimulation. She gasped and spat into the sea and suddenly started as she lost her sense of direction. It was getting close to twilight, and for a panicked moment, she couldn’t tell where the village was.

Sera grasped her hand, however, and guided her through the waves, quickly bringing her back to the shore. The two women collapsed on the beach, laughing, still buzzing with inner warmth.

And then the villagers were yelling at them.

FIVE

Lana and Sera jolted and leaped to their feet, hearts skipping a beat. The two clutched at each other with a deer-in-headlights look. Approaching them in a semi-circle was a crowd of the villagers, all women, coming to give them an earful.

“What the fuck were you two doing out there?” yelled Lana’s mother. Letti was fuming, red as a tomato with anger. “You had every guy in the village on their knees!”

“How dare you screw with our husbands!” yelled another woman.

“You don’t even like men, you sick fuck!”

“This is why you aren’t supposed to sleep with girls! Your aura goes out of control!”

“You coaxed my son into jacking off over you, you fish-freak!”

There were several more accusatory yells, but Letti held up her hand, prompting them to silence.

“I-I-I’m sorry, mama,” said Lana. “I just—”

“It’s my fault,” said Sera, temporarily forgetting the rest of them couldn’t understand her without some kind of psychic contact. “I seduced her. And I didn’t think about the auras—”

“Shut up!” said Letti. She jammed a finger at Sera. “You! You’re clearly well enough by now. Start swimming.”

Sera glanced to Lana. “She, uh, wants you to leave,” Lana translated. Both women still had a psychic link going, and could at least understand each other.

“Ah,” she said. “Okay. Fine.” She turned to go.

Lana gawked at her. “Wha—Hey! That’s it? You’re going to go right now?”

Sera shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the first hick town we’ve been unwelcome. I don’t want to cause you any more trouble. Besides, I really need to catch up to my tribe. Tell them I’m really sorry, okay?”

Lana sputtered. “What the fuck? What am I, then, just, a pump and dump? A quick lay for the road?”

“Lana, stop talking to her!” yelled Letti. “Let her go, and we’ll pretend this little incident never happened.”

“Mama, just—give me a minute, okay?” she went over to Sera and hugged her.

The she-shark hugged her, patting her back and giving a little reassuring chuckle. “Hey, come on, we’ve only known each other for like half a day. We’re not breaking off a marriage here.”

“I just… I… shit, I wanted to hang out more, learn more about your travels. Come on, everyone’s being unreasonable.” She turned to the villagers. “She can stay the night, can’t she? Just one night?”

Letti pursed her lips and glanced to the others. “Fuck that!” said one of the other women, Pavlo’s mother. “Mutant freak.”

“I know what that meant,” said Sera, sneering. She cupped her mouth with her webbed hand. “Fuck you, ya racist!”

Lana turned back to her. “Well… I…”

Sera kissed Lana once more, taking the other woman by surprise. “Not going to make you decide right now,” said Sera in a low voice. “But I’ll swim down about a mile from your village and wait a day. Think it over, then come find me if you want to have an adventure.” She paused, then winked. “Maybe bring you cute, tasty brother, too. We could use a guy to help us stay charged.” So saying she leapt into the water and darted away, faster than most of them could follow.

Lana stared after her, and the other women shuffled off, muttering under their breath, but satisfied that the crisis had been averted. Letti came up to her daughter, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Come on,” she said. “Get dressed and we’ll go back to the house.”

Lana frowned. “Sure, mama,” she said.

The rest of the night passed without incident. But early that morning, Lana coaxed Izzy and Pavlo out of their beds and took them to beach for a hasty, but compelling proposition. To her delight, they both agreed, and by sunrise, they were already gone, zooming along the coast to join Sera on her trip down south.