Luciña (18+)

The sun rose along the vast coastline the two travelers walked along the next morning.

“It’s something special that reminds me of home.” Luciña looked down at a small, golden shell resting just above her cleavage at the end of a chain.

“It’s beautiful.” Jonah gently took it into his hand and inspected it; eerily fascinated by the enigmatic etching centered inside. It resembled some kind of aquatic hybrid; a fish and a frog. Yet, the figure stood on two legs and hunched forward like someone of considerable age. Its composite, too, was just as foreign to Jonah. He’d seen nothing like it. It looked like a whitish gold but was light and lustrous and altogether alien. Luciña took it back after a moment and held Jonah’s hand in hers.

“It’s that home feeling I was talking to you about last night in the bar.”

Jonah stopped walking and looked into Luciña’s eyes, listening intently.

“It’s that place I feel so… so a part of.”

Luciña swallowed hard.

“Go on,” Jonah insisted.

“It’s hard to explain to someone who doesn’t know. Hasn’t been there or felt its magic.”

“You keep talking about this place.”

Luciña looked up at Jonah and then out to the vast canvas of ocean beyond them. A warm, salty breeze picked up and Luciña breathed in; a smile radiating from her lips.

“Will you?”

Jonah looked strangely at Luciña’s request.

“Will I what?”

Luciña looked up at Jonah with a concerned, but hopeful visage. A tear pooled in one of her eyes.

“Oh… nevermind.” Luciña walked ahead of Jonah, dismissing the whole thing. Jonah hastened his pace to catch up to her. When he caught up to Luciña, he grabbed her by the wrist and spun her around.

“Now, hold on,” Jonah commanded assertively. “Finish what you were going to say.”

“No, I can’t. You’re a stranger and wouldn’t understand.”

Jonah, almost offended by this label, squeezed her wrist slightly tighter.

“Stranger?” He leaned in. “After last night? After now?” Jonah scoffed.

“Look, I don’t know if this is an error in translation or something, but strangers don’t do what we did; felt what we felt.”

Luciña started to smile and a tear escaped and rolled down her cheek.

“Yes.” Jonah answered. “If the question is will I go with you to this place that you are so fond of, then yes.”

Luciña squealed with delight and exclaimed, “Oh, Jonah, you’ll love it.”

Luciña turned around, leading Jonah by the hand.

“This way.”

***

“This boat will get us there.”

“You know how to operate this thing? You know where we’re going?”

Luciña cocked her head sideways and put her arms on her hips.

“Jonah,” Luciña scolded. “I have an excellent sense of direction and enough time with the sea to know how to handle her.”

Jonah’s look of concern remained. Luciña ran up and kissed him.

“Trust me.”

Jonah followed Luciña to the boat, which rocked gently where it was tied and the two got in. Luciña untied it and pushed the boat off into the water with one of the oars. The boat was small, but there was room enough for a small, sheltered quarters where the two could snuggly bunker down against any inclement weather. Jonah hoped that that wouldn’t be a possibility, as he wasn’t sure whether or not a boat of this size could withstand even the most docile of storms.

On the starbird side, Jonah saw Luciña reaching overboard to scoop up a cupful of salt water. A woman who can drink salt water and not get sick. This concept still bothered Jonah as he rested his back along the deck of the boat and stared up at the growing sunset.

“You want a drink?” Luciña extended a glassful of water to Jonah.

“I think I’ll pass,” he replied.

Luciña laughed. “It’s not salt water, don’t worry.” Jonah shook his head, grabbed the glass, and took a drink. He smacked his lips, put down the glass and continued stared up into the starlit sky. Luciña ventured back and forth from bow to stern and from port to starbird. She looked as if she was some kind of child or animal eagerly awaiting the arrival to a destination. Jonah half-expected her to ask out loud if they were there yet. Occasionally, she would check in on him to see if he was getting as excited as she was. And if not, she’d plant a big, wet kiss right on his lips or cheek and then he’d perk right up. But after that moment, she’d go right back to passing the time strolling back and forth, back and forth.

Towards the time where the darkness had set in so much that she was nearly undetectable, save her voice in Jonah’s ears, she gestured him back into their quarters. Inside there was a small bed and a small lantern with a nearly exhausted candle sitting among a hillside of melted wax inside. Jonah could hardly see anything and only knew of Luciña’s presence by the salty scent of her body and the occasional kiss she placed upon him. As he settled he heard the strike of a match and the creaking of the lantern’s door. Within a few moments, the lantern came to life as the candle nestled inside it gave birth to a growing flame. Jonah looked around the room as it grew faintly visible. Luciña came slightly into view. She had shed her clothes and his nubile companion stood before him once more, beckoning that he take her in the darkness.

“How does the firelight find me?” Their eyes met and Jonah couldn’t help but notice how much bigger and brighter they had gotten from when he had first encountered her at the bar. Luciña just stared back at him with that captivating, lust-filled smile and crawled onto the bed to join him. She took Jonah’s hand and put it between her legs. She felt like a faucet of lust and her desire for him seeped out much more than before. His cock grew firm. This time he had the sense to render his sleep state as nude.

“Irresistible,” Jonah replied, his fingers now caressing her clit and saturated folds. Luciña shuddered with pleasure and her hands probed the darkness that concealed the lower half of him until it found his swelling member. The candle burned and gave off light that seemed to cause the red of Luciña’s hair to crackle and pop. Jonah couldn’t see the part of him that Luciña was attending to, but he felt pleasure that was different from the first night. New. Exciting, and mysterious. Luciña’s grip on his member seemed more purposeful and her fingers felt like that were each their own, with their own intentions, as they massaged Jonah’s eager and sensitive flesh. Luciña pulled and prodded at Jonah. At certain times it felt as if she may pull the flesh from his bones. But for some strange reason, it didn’t hurt. It was just the feeling that he could associate with the act.

“New, new technique?” Jonah asked, trying to keep his essence inside him. Luciña moaned from his satisfaction, keeping her secret safe in the darkness.

“Do you like it?”

“Oh, yes,” Jonah replied. “Just not too much all at once. I want inside you again.”

“Of course,” Luciña complied.

Just then, Jonah felt himself thrust inside of her and Luciña came partially into view. Her body and breasts glistened like dew. The salty smell of her sweat was more apparent before. Prior to this, Jonah could only taste it when his mouth was between her legs. Now, it seemed to come in like it had been on the wind. The candlelight danced more assertively now, as if taking in its last few breaths of oxygen. Luciña rocked harder and Jonah placed his hands on her breasts, her stomach, her waist. She was so wet and salty and sticky; nothing like before. And to Jonah’s surprise, he loved it. He thrust in her harder and harder. She moaned in response to every push of his cock she received.

“You’re gonna make me—” Luciña cried out in pleasure again, but this time gushed.

“Wow!” Jonah looked down in surprise as a torrent of clear liquid soaked the bedsheets, his cock, and even the floor behind her.

Embarrassed, Luciña cupped her face, but couldn’t help laughing. She rolled to the side and Jonah’s cock slipped out of her, glistening like its lover.

“I’ve never, ever, ever—”

“Me neither,” Jonah replied.

A sweet scent of salt filled the quarters and Luciña turned to Jonah.

“You come?”

“No.”

“Then no rest for you.” Luciña tugged on Jonah’s cock and she got on her knees and bent forward, her head and chest disappearing into the darkness at the foot of the bed.

Jonah smiled and slipped himself deep inside Luciña. He thrust hard, his thighs slapping against her delightfully round buttocks. As their flesh made contact, little droplets of salty sweat jumped and spattered against Jonah’s stomach and pubic region. Luciña moaned and urged Jonah to thrust harder. He put his hands onto the nape of his neck and massaged her back. It felt a bit rough; not as soft malleable as the rest of her body. But, like the light bulbs, he wasn’t about to be distracted from his purpose; driving her to the best orgasm of her life.

“C’mon, c’mon,” she urged like before. “Do it, Jonah.”

With that he pulled her hair back to where Luciña’s head crept a bit into the light.

“Yes.”

Her hair crackled and popped with the candles last breath. And the fire’s reflection on her wet body make it look like she was one fire. And she was.

“Fuck. Fuck!” Luciña cocked her head back and her hair fell loose upon her shoulders, revealing, for but a second, that rough patch of skin. Jonah could see its color; bluish and silver. He shook the concern out of his head and continued to thrust. The candle burned out and Luciña screamed from please and Jonah joined her torrent with one of his own. His cock pumped his fluid inside of her and hers seeped out of her, urging Jonah to release it when he pulled out of her.

And like before, the two lie in each other’s arms. This time, they were surrounded by the salt and sea, the boat quietly rocking the lovers to sleep as it crept along.