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  Each Step Like Knives

  Each Step Like Knives

  By

  Megan Hart

  Each Step Like Knives

  Megan Hart

  Chaos Edition.

  Copyright 2010 Megan Hart

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  ***THIS WORK WAS PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED AS WITH STEPS LIKE KNIVES***

  Through the darkness, he rose. His body moved the way it was meant to, with sleek and powerful precision. With a final burst of exertion, he broke the water's surface. The...air? Is that what it was called? The air burned his lungs, but he braved the sting without a sound.

  He saw her.

  Helena loved the ocean at night. Every star seemed reflected in the black waters until both the sky and sea seemed to stretch on forever. The night breeze lifted her hair off her shoulders, and she shivered. Though the July days had been sweltering, the nights were downright cold. She'd thrown on a heavy sweatshirt, but her legs were still bare, and now, splattered with chilly seawater. She should head back.

  Helena glanced back up at the sky. No moon tonight. The ocean itself was peaceful, the tide low, the waves gentle on her toes as she walked. The hum and moan of the water was sweeter on her ears than anything else could be. It was better even than silence.

  She pulled the sleeves of her sweatshirt down over her fingers and hugged herself before reluctantly turning back the way she had come. The morning sun rose early, and though she had no real reason to get up with it, she knew from long experience she would.

  She didn't mind being alone during the day. In fact, she'd come to enjoy her solitude. At night, though, the double bed became a vast and lumpy wasteland in which she tossed and turned for hours without relief. She was lucky if she got three or four good hours of sleep at night.

  She might have stumbled with only the starlight to guide her, but she made her way back to her house without incident. There she turned and looked back toward the black water, sprinkled with the reflection of a million different worlds.

  "Good night!" she called, and laughed at her foolishness. There's nobody out there.

  "Where've you been?" Krall's hands moved in speech as he swam into the arched doorway to block Jeenai's passage.

  Jeenai patiently waited until his older brother moved aside, then swam through to the chamber beyond. "None of your business."

  "You've been to the surface again." Krall gestured triumphantly. He swam after Jeenai and caught him by the arm, a grasp Jeenai could have easily thrown off but suffered because his brother ranked higher than he did.

  "It's not your business, Krall."

  Krall dropped his hand. "What were you doing there? Watching for your split-tail again? When are you going to stop wasting your time?"

  Jeenai knew his fascination with the human's world was considered poor taste by many, and outright perversion by others. He did not lose his temper. Krall was obviously itching for a fight Jeenai didn't want to give.

  "I'm not accountable to you," he replied evenly. He added the sweeping motion that indicated respect to placate his brother. "Now, I'm hungry and weary. I'm going to eat and refresh myself."

  Krall slid backward through the water with a push of his muscular tail. He fixed Jeenai with a fierce glare.

  "We're just concerned about you, that's all." Krall's normally boisterous gestures were smoother. "You don't join in the revels any longer. We never see you laugh. You don't even show an interest in the competitions any longer."

  Jeenai thought of the human woman. Krall was right. Jeenai didn't take part in the nightly revels or competitions any more. They held no appeal for him. Still, the concern in his brother's face made him pause.

  "All right," Jeenai said. "I'll go with you."

  Krall grinned and churned the water with his tail. "What are you waiting for? The fems await, oh, my brother!"

  Jeenai's stomach protested its emptiness again. "I need food first."

  "At the revel, you'll fill every appetite."

  Jeenai shook his head, but followed his brother back through the arched doorway and into a courtyard. The palace walls rose above them, almost higher than he could see. The shadow of a whale or some other large beast passed overhead, darkening the sand for a moment as the brothers swam toward the courtyard's other side.

  Already, Jeenai could sense the commotion and noise of the revel. They swam through another arched doorway into a larger room. The floor of this room was fine, soft sand. The walls, as with most of the rest of the city, had been carved from coral and stone. Along the far wall, a cage teemed with what the hunters had brought in that day, while a low bench held carved shell bowls of seaweed and other delicacies.

  Again, Jeenai's stomach grumbled and he headed for the feast.

  "Fill your belly later!" Krall said, but Jeenai ignored him.

  Jeenai saw a young fem wrap her arms around Krall's waist and distract him with her kisses. Shaking his head, Jeenai continued toward the food. Swimming to the surface and back had made him hungry.

  The fem hovering close to the goblets of fresh squid ink gave him a smile that clearly showed every one of her pointed teeth. She was a blue, and Jeenai admired the shimmering colors of her skin as he approached. Her sleek, triangular fin was nearly pure white at the tip, with bands of color growing progressively darker as they traveled toward her torso, until they reached a line of pure indigo at her waist. She had attractive markings, and she knew it.

  Without speaking, she handed him one of the goblets, which Jeenai quaffed immediately. She scooped a handful of soft seaweed into her palm and offered that to him next.

  He reached for it, but she pulled it back coyly. She lifted the trailing vegetation toward her full breasts. Her nipples were tight and red with arousal.

  "Come closer," she said.

  Jeenai turned toward the table and chose another bowl from which to eat. "Find another lover. I'm hungry."

  The fem pouted and tossed down the seaweed, but she didn't give up. She swam up behind him and put her hands on his waist. Jeenai could feel the pebbly points of her nipples against his back.

  His cock rose despite himself and the fem slid her hand around to caress it. She grasped it firmly and stroked downward, all the way to the base of Jeenai's ventral slit, and then she slid her fingers inside to stroke the round stones of his testicles within. They pulsed in her hand, and Jeenai let the bowl drop.

  He twisted in the water and gathered her into his arms. The human woman's face filled his mind as he pushed the fem toward one of the private niches set into the walls. The human woman had firm, full breasts, too, just like these.

  Food forgotten in the lust of mating, Jeenai pulled one of the fem's nipples into his mouth and suckled. She thrashed beneath him, back arched upward to press herself harder against him.

  She was already fully aroused. Her slit opened to reveal the perfect opening and small, hooded pearl just above. She touched herself there and made her fingers dance on the pleasure spot. The water was already full of the odors of many fems and mals engaged in mating, but now Jeenai could smell this one. Her pheromones filled his nostrils and sent another bolt of pure lust through his body.

  Her body spasmed in its first climax as she pleasured herself. Her nipples released a succulent nectar with each twitch of her body. Jeenai drank it and felt his cock swell even harder from his body. She stroked him again then brought him to her slit. He slid inside her all the way.

  The blue put her arms arou