Angelina

Pasha awoke with a sharp pain in his stomach. He thought that it must have been all the fish he had eaten that evening. Arlena's husband had caught a lot of them that day and brought them home to fry. Pasha always loved it when Arlena cooked fish. There was no who on earth that could make it taste better than her and he could never get enough. In fact, anything was better then what he had to eat just two months before, when they took him in off the city streets, where he had been homeless and without a penny to his name. His stomach still hurt him. He looked at the clock on the wall. In another twenty minutes it would be midnight. Pasha rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, but he could not because of the pains. He then got up and walked down the hall to the bathroom hoping that would give him some relief. As he walked back out into the hall, and proceeded toward his room, he heard noises coming from the direction of the other bedroom. It was the sound of Arlena and Sean moaning and grunting. He had started to go back to his room when he noticed that their door was cracked. He could not resist the urge to go down and take a peep into the room.1

The room was quite dim, but there was enough light coming from the hall to see what was going on. Arlena and Sean were both naked and locked in a very deep kiss. Their arms and legs were locked around each other and their tongues in each other's mouths. They rolled from one side of the bed to the other. Sometimes Sean would be on top and sometimes Arlena. He could see the pumping motion of their hips as they pounded each other in the act of copulation, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Pasha felt guilty. He knew he should not be watching them in such an intimate moment, but something compelled him to stay. As the couple approached their climax, their moans and cries grew even louder, and their lovemaking became more fierce. Sean began to pound Arlena relentless, bringing her legs up over his shoulders, and pushing into her so deep, that his balls were slapping against her ass, his tongue now doing in her mouth what his cock was doing in her cunt. Arlena fucked him back just as hard, writhing and rotating her ass around and arching herself upward to meet each one of his thrust. As their orgasm approached, their lovemaking became ever more intense, until they were pounding each other with mindless fury. He could hear the sound of their lovemaking, and the noise of the bed springs creaking and rattling to their movements. Arlena screamed out her passion as she came, her whole body in a state of convulsion, as she bucked and bounced around on the bed, her nails digging deep into the flesh of Sean's ass. Then everything seem to explode as in a volcano. They pounded each other, as their moans and screams mingled together and they came as one in a violent eruption, their bodies stiffening against each other until they collapsed in each other's arms. As Pasha was going back down the hall, he suddenly tripped and fell. He got up and went back to his room, and as he lay in his bed he wondered if they heard him.  Pasha then fell into a fitful sleep.2

The next morning as he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Sean standing beside his bed. When he saw the stern look on his face, he had no doubt about why he was there. He waited for what seemed like forever to hear what would now be in store for him. "Pasha were you standing at our door last night and spying on us?" It was impossible for Pasha to tell any lie. So he proceeded to tell Sean the complete truth, that indeed he had seen everything. "Pasha, you know that we took you in off the streets, so that you could have a home here, but there are some rules that you must abide by. This makes the forth time that you have violated our sacred right to privacy. You have been warned about this a number of times. Pasha, your stay here is up. You have one hour to pack your things and leave, or I will do it for you." Pasha did not argue. His up bringing had taught him to be totally obedient and to listen without question to those who had authority over him. He immediately got up and packed this things. Without a word to either Sean or Arlena he walked out the door. 3

Soon he was on his bike and headed toward some unknown destination. Within twenty minutes he was on the outskirts of the village. He decided to take the highway road that ran through the mountains and along the seashore. As the day wore on and sun rose higher in the sky, the sizzling heat began to take the place of the fresh feeling of the cool morning breeze on his skin. As he petaled on, he began to feel saddle-sore. The rays of the sun were starting to burn the top of his head. he thought back on his past, before Sean and Arlena had found him, a poor beggar on the streets, who had to steal food from shops in order to get a bit to eat, who had to take a baths in rain water, and wore the same smelly clothes day after day, until he could find a way to wash them, braving the elements, heat, rain, snow, cold, and violent thunderstorms. Now once again he had no home and no place to go, no comfortable bed, no Arlena would be there in the morning with a hot plate of food for him. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He had never been more alone, as he felt the blazing sun on his face and heard the lonely cry of sea gulls, that darted and swooped around him. He could hear the constant roar of the sea, crashing against the jagged rocks below him.  At times he thought of driving his bike off the road and into its depths to be at peace forever. As he looked ahead, he thought he saw something. It appeared to be a building or some kind of structure in the far distance, perhaps a mile or more further up the road from him. He pedalled faster. He wanted to get there, so that he might could get some rest and shelter from the blazing heat. As he came closer, he could now discern, what appeared to be an old temple.4

Indeed it was very ancient. Perhaps no living human had occupied its walls in more than thousand years. It stood there, bleak, lonely, and forgotten, against the blueness of the sky and the angry sea, with its waves lapping at the base of it's foundation. Only two walls remained standing, the rest had fallen into sections, that lay scattered across the ground, interspersed occasionally with growths of weeds and bushes. The ruin and desolation of the place was some how disturbing to him. Pasha had seen many of these old temples. He knew that some of were associated with rumours and legends. In some of them, it is said that the ghost of their ancestors still wonder amid the walls, ready to curse anyone who might dare to enter the sacred grounds. Pasha was unsure of what to do. He needed relief from the heat, and the coolness of the shadows around the building, looked so inviting to him. He stood there for a while, then he began to advance in the direction of the structure. There were blue berries growing in the surrounding bushes. He picked these and squeezed the juices into mouth. He uncorked the lid of his canteen and greedily drank down the water in gulps. The wind began to gust and the breeze felt refreshingly cool against his skin. He heard a sound, barely audible in the distance. At first he thought it could be the whistling of the wind, but then he realised it was a human sound. At first he just stood there, even afraid to move, then ever so slowly he proceeded toward the sound. 5

After walking a few steps, Pasha stopped again. He thought of all the legends he had heard, of ghost and perhaps demons, that could be lucking around such deserted tombs. He could now tell the direction in which the sounds were coming, somewhere behind the temple around a group of rocks in the distance. There was no question now that the sounds were human, a woman, in the throws of pain or perhaps pleasure. It was now out of a sense duty that he felt compelled to continue. Perhaps someone was sick or in need of assistance. He could now hear a male voice also, not audible words, just moans, grunts, and lingering sighs. He was now getting quite close to the rocks in which the sound was coming. As he approached, he moved very quietly so as not to be heard. He went right up to the rocks and stood there for a while, listening to the sound. Just behind the rocks the sounds rose in unison. As slowly and as quietly as he could, he moved to the edge and peeked behind the rocks. There on the ground in front of him, was a naked man and woman, in the deepest throws of heavy lovemaking.6

The man was atop the woman, and nestled between her thighs, as he fucked her with long deep strokes. With each of his thrust, the woman moaned deeply. She heaved and arched herself upward, her black tresses cascading down over the sand. They were mostly in deep shadow, but there were still some patches of light illuminating parts of their flesh. Pasha noticed that something was not right about the woman. From his angle of view, it appeared that she had no legs, or perhaps it was just a trick of the light, then he saw what looked a very large fish tail switching between the man's legs. Thinking that he was seeing things, he shut his eyes and opened them again. There was no doubt now in his mind, that the man was making love to some kind of humanlike creature that seemed to be part fish, the mythical mermaid. As he continued to watch, their lovemaking became even more intense.7

As the man fucked the woman harder, her tail swished up and down wildly, and with incredible strength she lifted him right up off the ground. He rolled with her across the sand, fucking her wildly, his hips going up and down as he rammed his cock repeatedly into her. He bent down and kissed her and drove his tongue into her mouth and the two tongues, rolled under and over, and all around each other, as they and explored and probed. As their orgasm approached, the woman made the most unnatural sounds, something between the cries of a wild beast and a human. He watched wide eyed, even afraid to move as the unnatural mating continued. The man seemed to be now ejaculating his seed into the woman creature. Finally he stiffened and jerked against her. Soon it was over with. Pasha watched in silent horror as the man stood up, and proceeded to put his clothes back on, as the she creature slowly walked back toward the ocean, crawling on its hands and dragging its long slime coated and scaly tale behind it. Before the mermaid went back into the water she turned around and looked at the man. It was then that Pasha got a look her face. It was perfectly human in every aspect, the face of a very beautiful woman, round shaped with deep brown eyes, and framed in a mass of dark locks that flailed out in the wind, like the serpents of the Medusa. As she went further and further out, she waved at him with a look of deep sadness in her eyes, as the water came up around her, and she slowly disappeared into the roaring sea. Pasha did not waist anytime to see what would happen next.8

He hurried back to his bike and continued down the road. He could not even believe what his eyes had seen. He thought that it was some kind of hallucination caused the heat from the sun, and complete mental and physical exhaustion. He really needed a good place to stop and rest. He wondered how far away the next town was where he might find lodge or a motel. He had enough money on him to pay for at least a couple of nights. He had gone about two more miles down the rode, when he saw an old bearded man. He was holding a cane in his hand, and was herding a group of sheep. Pasha stopped and enquired of him where he might find the next town or village. The old man answered him in a broken dialect that he could barely understand, but he did get the part about some town ten miles down the rode. For a while he pedalled at a steady clip, but then once again, heat and fatigue began to get the better him and he was forced to ride at a slower pace. As the hours wore on, the landscape became more hilly, with the road rising and falling sharply, along steep inclines and declines, making it very difficult to pedal his bike. Finally the road itself became nothing more than a dirt trail. To be safe, he had to get off of his bike and walk beside it, as one slip could send him down a cliff and into the foaming sea far below. It seemed to him that he had already gone ten miles. He was beginning to wonder if the old man had told him the truth. The day had worn into evening. In two hours it would be dark. He felt fear coming over him. There was not even a sign of a human or habitation as far ahead as he could see. The sun became a huge red ball as it lowered on the horizon. The sound of the sea roared beneath him, mingled with the piecing cries of birds. Huge jagged rocks of all shapes and sizes, loomed menacingly in front of him. At the bottom each incline, he looked for the village the old man had spoken of, but he only saw more hills and rocks. As the sun began to set and the daylight slowly faded into darkness, it occurred to him, that it would not be safe to continue, and that would have bed down here, and continue the next morning. This was not a comforting thought to him. There was something foreboding in the jagged roughness of the landscape, and the angry sound of the ocean, brought into his mind all kinds of fears. He thought of all the legends he had heard, of monsters and demons, and of the creature he saw, or thought he saw, cohabiting with the man. Just thinking he would have to spend the night in this place made him tremble with fear. It was just then, that far ahead of him, he saw someone walking alone the road, a solitary figure like himself. He hurried along until he was just a couple of hundred yards behind. He then yelled out. When the person turned around, he saw the face of a young boy around eighteen years old looking at him. As he caught up with him the young boy smiled. He also seemed very glad to see another human in this desolate place. Pasha found out that the boy had also came from the same village he had left that morning. He told him that the next town was indeed less then a mile down the road. Soon he saw lights in the distance and a few buildings, and once again, the narrow trail became a road.9

They were now entering the out skirts of the town. Pasha ask the young boy if he could show him to a motel, which he agreed to do. They continued down the stone streets of the town until they reached an inn. He then gave the boy a few dollars and thanked him. The boy then smiled at Pasha and rode away on his bike. Pasha then walked into the inn, paid the man at the desk, and went to his room. He had no more laid down in his bed then he fell into a very deep sleep.10

The next morning Pasha set out to explore the town and do some enquiring about the old temple. He could not forget what he had seen among the rocks. Just the thought now, of a human making love to a legendary creature seemed so preposterous. He concluded that it was without doubt, the result of his mental state at the time. He talked to a number of people and even some old timers, who told him that the place had been built at such an ancient time in the pass that, no one was even sure of an exact date. Everyone agreed that there was a curse on the place and that some evil would befall any person who went there. Legends abounded about mythical creatures coming out of the sea and cohabiting with humans to produce many off spring who were also not human, legends of unicorns, mermaids, demons, and werewolves were well known and were all part of the folklore of this region. Despite all this, the memory of the vision that day began to grow dim in Pasha's mind, and he soon discorded it as a wild hallucination. Within a week, he had he nearly forgotten about it. Things then quickly improved for Pasha. He found a job at a local store and was able to rent an apartment. He was starting to put his past behind him and rebuild his life. Luck had finally come his way. No longer would be be living with people and begging for food. Now for the first-time in his life, he was living on his own.11

One day Pasha was sitting in a restaurant. He was reading a paper as he waited on the waitress to take his order. Suddenly he heard a melodious female voice. "May I take your order." As he put down his paper and looked up at the girl, he nearly fell over from surprise and shock. He was now staring into a face that bore an exact resemblance to the woman creature he had seen at the beach, but a lot younger. "May I take your order sir ," she ask again, with a voice as clear as the ringing of bells, her lips curving into the most beautiful smile. For a while Pasha could not answer her, as he seemed to be choking on his words, and he felt and a weakness in his legs. It was at least a minute before he could say a word. He pointed to the roast and told her that was what he wanted. He was barely able to speak. She took his order and with a lovely smile that made Pasha's heart pound, she went to the back. In a few minutes she returned with a smoking plate of food, that she set in front of him. She smiled at him temptingly, her eyes devouring him, with look of the Medusa that could turn one to stone. He could hardly bare the beauty of her face, such loveliness, such perfection, that could have induced the songs of a thousand poets, launched a thousand ships. She was the very picture of loveliness and perfection staring down at him. He looked at her, but again he could say nothing. He felt his very strength being drained out of him from the blind passion her stare evoked. Just when he was at the point of breaking, she spoke to him.12

 "My name is Angelina, I know you. I will meet you in good time." These words she spoke, seem to roll off her lips, with the a musical sound like chimes." Then with a beautiful smile, that completely took his heart, she walked away. Pasha did not even look to see where she had went. He sat there for awhile even afraid to look around, least she might be standing there looking at him and he would have to go to her. He could only eat a few bits of his food. He got up from his table, quickly paid the cashier, then rushed out of the building and on to the streets, his mind in a state of turmoil. For a long while he wondered the streets, afraid to even look around the next corner, least she might be standing there motioning at him. His heart was torn two ways. He loved her with all his heart and soul. There was a part of him that wanted to be with her and relish in her beauty forever, yet there was another part of him, that trembled even at the thought of her, and wondered what kind of creature she really was, and what terrible fate she had in store for him, being borne of the temple, and the curse associated with it. As Pasha went home that evening, these two emotions conflicted in his brain. He knew that Angelina was pulling at him and trying to win his very soul. As he lay there in his bed, he tried to get control of his thoughts.13

Finally he fell into a fitful sleep, but his dreams were were only of Angelina. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was 10:40 pm. He jumped out of bed. Maybe if he went out on the town he would find something to absorb his thoughts and perhaps relieve some of the tortured conflicts in his mind. He put on his clothes and went out of his apartment. Soon he was pedalling his bike down the dark streets. He was looking for some place where he might find some sexual activity, that he might even get involved in, to make him forget the thought of Angelina. As he rode along, he saw bright neon lights flashing against the dark backdrop of buildings, and signs advertising clubs and beer joints. He parked his bike and walked along the avenue, until he reached a certain bar, then entered inside. The smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke filled the place and burned his nostrils. He sat down at a table and ordered a beer.14

He sat there for a while, but he was afraid to look around, as any female face he saw somewhere in the shadows, might be the face of Angelina, beckoning him to come with her. Finally he brought himself to look around. Whitetrash sat around tables holding beer cans. The waitresses wearing skimpy out fits, strips of thin nylon that barely covered their private parts, smiled temptingly as they strutted by. One came to take his order. She had a pretty face, but it was not the face the of Angelina. He had feared that it would be, but yet he was disappointed that it wasn't. He saw that the woman was looking at him like she wanted him. He knew that she was slut, but a slut was what he really needed now he thought. Yes he needed some good hard sex to get his mind off Angelina. He smiled at the waitress and she smiled back at him. He told her that he thought she was very good looking, and that she was the one to satisfy his deepest longings. She told him that he was handsome, and that she would be glad to meet him outside the club for some action. She agreed to meet him at 11:00 pm which would be her next break. When Pasha finished his food, he went outside to wait on the woman. He wondered why he was doing this. He felt no real desire for her, no sexual urge, it was all just part of his desire to empty his thoughts of Angelina, which was driving him to desperation. In about ten minutes the woman came out, wearing the same thin strip of nylon that exposed most of her breast and her ass.15

"Lets go back into the shadows where we won't be seen she told him. They walked between two buildings. As soon as they were out of site, she put her arms around him and started kissing him. Her mouth covered his as her big breast crushed against his chest. He felt her tongue invading his mouth as she began to grind herself against him. She kissed him continuously for a long time. She then pushed him back and untied her top, letting it fall, so that her big breast fell out. She then pulled off her bottom, so that she was totally naked. Pasha then unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, but when he looked back at the woman's face, it was no longer her face, but the face of Angelina, standing there, beckoning and imploring him to come to her. The image only lasted a second, and then he saw the woman again, looking at him with a perplexed look on her face.16

"Please he said, I cannot do this. I cannot betray her he said. She is my love." " What are you talking about?" the woman said, looking at him perplexed. "No I cannot, he said, I cannot betray my Angelina. I have to go to her now he said. She is waiting on me."17

Pasha then left the woman and went to his bike. He knew now that he had to find Angelina no matter what. He knew that she was waiting on him somewhere, and that it was his destiny to be with her.18

"Angelina he cried out. I am coming to you. Where are you my
love?"19

He was surprised that no answer from her was forthcoming. He rode along the dark and deserted village streets, calling out her name on every corner, but there was no reply. Pasha was now in a state of desperation, and a wild thought occurred to him. He would go back to the old temple. He was sure that there, he would find her waiting on him. He did not care that the whole idea was madness. It was nighttime, and to ride along that road would be very dangerous, but his desire to meet Angelina was stronger than any fear of danger. Then with only one thought possessing him, his Anglina, he rode as fast as he could out of the city, and started down the long lonely road toward the temple. As he went along, he had only the moon to light his way. He continued riding until the road became a dusty trail, then completely dissolved into nothingness, and he had to get off of his bike and walk beside it. Black rocks loomed in front of him, in all kinds of fantastic shapes. It was almost impossible to be sure of his footing. Any missed step, could send him plunging down the rocks and into the ocean below, but still, he continued to traverse along the dangerous path. Finally after many hours of walking and near mishaps, he saw in the moonlight, the outline of the temple, standing dark and menacingly against the night sky. He slowly walked on the the sacred grounds. The place was as quite and as deserted as tomb without a sign of a person. Only the cry of seagulls broke the deafening stillness.20

"Angelina," he cried out in a soft voice. "Angelina my love. I am here for you. Where are you my love?" There was no answer, only the unearthly stillness of the deserted landscape. He yelled out her name, but the only answer was the echo of his own voice amid the rocks and the roar of the sea. "Angelina he cried out. Have you betrayed me my love"? Still there was no answer. He looked toward the temple and then out into the ocean. He could see lightening in a distant cloud. A dread sense of loneliness filled his soul. It was unthinkable that he could be here and that she would not be here waiting on him, with her sweet smile and her arms lovingly reaching out to him. He knew that this was completely impossible, but yet it was true. He was getting desperate. He began to scream her name as loud as he could, but still he heard nothing but the same hateful echo bouncing off each rock, until dying out in complete stillness. 21

He went back toward the temple. Just as he was about to call her name again, he heard what sounded like someone crying amid the rocks. He went in the direction of the sound. It was coming from just behind the temple. Indeed it was his Angelina, with tears running down her cheeks, as she sat on the ground. When he approached her, she turned her lovely face up at him. She was indeed exceptionally beautiful. Pasha sat down beside her and ask her why she was crying.22

"You are too late my love." "Why do you say that my dearest.?" Pasha enquired. "The woman that you saw with the human weeks ago was my mother. That union resulted in my birth. Our species can only live in human form for one month. We are given that time to find our perfect mate, or we will revert back to our normal state, and we must go back to the water Pasha. It is an old curse that was put on our race many centuries ago, by the magic of the temple priest. My mother Isola mated with Icarus. You saw the mating Pasha. Pasha you were my chosen one because of your beauty and kindness. But you ran from me Pasha. You ran from me and my heart is broken Pasha." "Please Angelina forgive me. You are my love and you will be forever. I could never break your heart. Angelina, I am here now and there is no reason that we cannot share our love my dearest." "No Pasha it cannot be. My time is up here." "Angelina you must not think that way. You are as human as I and we love each other. Please Angelina, I want you, and I have to have you now. Please Angelina. Please make love to me." "Pasha you really do love me. That makes my heart sing my love." Her voice was as clear as bells and the brightness came back into her tear filled eyes. "Pasha I don't care what happens as long as I have you my love, even if it is only for one hour my love." 23

Pasha then leaned over and kissed Angelina. Angelina melted into him and deepened the kiss as her arms encircled him. Soon they were devouring each other like long time lovers, their tongues reaching into each other, exploring, probing, and tangling together, while their hands were all over each other feeling and caressing each other's flesh. The kiss seemed to go on forever. When they finally broke apart, they practically tore each other's clothes off. They came together like magnets, plastering there naked bodies together, as their mouths devoured each other with tongues and teeth. They went down onto the ground and rolled in the sand, with their arms and legs wrapped around each other.  As their orgasm approached, their lovemaking became even more intense. They rolled together, spewing out their passions minute after minute. Their moans and cries mingled together and rose in an erotic crescendo, reverberating through the rocks. Then all went into chaos, as the peak of their pleasure was reached, and they jolted violently against each other, until they collapsed into each other's arms. For a while they just lay there caressing and kissing, as they proclaimed their love for each other. 24

Suddenly Pasha noticed a change coming over Angelina. She seemed to be in intense pain. "Oh please Pasha, get up off of me now. Please Pasha." Pasha then stood up as Angelina began to writhe around on ground in terrible pain. He watched in horror, as her form began to change right before his eyes. Her legs shriveled up and disappeared. She screamed in the most intense pain, as the spiny fish tail began to emerge from her torso, and grew longer and longer until it was full length, and it began to switch and flop around on the sand, while Angelina writhed twisted about in agony. Pasha continued to watch the terrible metamorphosis of Angelina into a mermaid, until it was now complete. Then they looked at each other. 25

"Pasha I must go back to the sea now or I will die soon." Tears rolled down Pasha's face. "No Angelina please don't go. I love you and I can't live without you Angelina." "Please Pasha don't cry. I must go. Remember Pasha, I will always love you." Angelina then turned toward the water, walking on her hands as she dragged the enormous fish tale behind her. Pasha watched with tears rolling down his face as she went into the water. Before the waves covered her she turned and waved at him with a look of unutterable sadness in her face and tears filling her eyes. Then without a word she disappeared under the waves. As Pasha headed back toward the temple, an indescribable feeling of sadness and grief came over him. As he looked down he saw what looked like tiny creatures laying in the sand. When he picked them up and examined them, he noticed that they had human faces. They were the other children that Angelina's mother had given birth to before going back to the water. Then suddenly a terrible thought came to him. Angelina would be coming back to shore to give birth to his children. He knew that this was what they would look like. Pasha then went wild with sadness and grief. He ran back to the water screaming Angelina's name. He kept going until the waves covered him and he felt himself going down into the sea.26

It was then that Pasha awoke and found himself lying in his bedroom with sweat pouring off his fore head. Just then Arlena came into the room. "Wake up Pasha!" she said. "You have been yelling out the name of someone by the name of Angelina for the last hour. Now here is your food Pasha. Just let me know when you have finished. Your going to love it. It is your favourite recipe of baked fish." Then with a sweet smile she left the room. Pasha frowned. He remembered what it was. Some dish called Mermaid's tail. With some hesitation he began to eat it. It was all he had now of Angelina, his only true love.27