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The moon was waxing as you began to tire, your arms became logs and the exertion difficult, the girl circled you as you slowed strange sounds emanating from the water water clear as if she were speaking to you, you came to a stop to rest a moment a day you felt her circling you like a curious cat, in a moment you felt yourself constricted by scale and muscle and dragged almost violently off your course, such was its force that it took everything just to keep Crab’s claw in hand, through a storm of black and silver splashing water you idly wondered if some great sea serpent had picked you out from the strange school of fish to make a meal of you, to say you were elated when you came a stop near a jutting crag and the girl surfaced would have been a understatement,strange and fey she appeared in the moonlight you had never seen anyone as beautiful, small breasted and slight with dark hair of seaweed that shone like seaweed her eyes were that strange black silver that drank light like the abyss you had first seen her in.
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Her voice was strange, sonorous with a light sweetness that aroused and dumbed you to anything other than her, you nearly slipped under the water for its intoxication but found yourself grasping at the rocks like an animal and with a small heave you sat on a squat shelf in the water, her sweet tones carried clear amusement that had you grinning dumbly like a fool and you positively ached for release, with a small splash she joined you, the full length of her tail wrapping around the small rock with ease that sent you to shivers, her full length seemed that of a shark or some serpent, the thought of it might have brought a chill to a man if he was not so besotten. Her words danced over rock and stone like a pleasant stream, her touch was warm and soft as she caressed you with her strange head on your shoulder
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