Returning Home
This contains stuff of a heterosexual erotic nature. Do not read it if you are under the age of 18. Enjoy. ^..^
The landscape streaked passed the glistening windows like a rolling background reel that's been set on a ludicrously high setting. The mountains in the distance took their jolly time in passing, unlike the trees that sped by with great urgency. Sitting alone, save for maybe a handful of others, on the cross-country train was a young man dressed in blue jeans and a white tailored shirt, tall for his age with nicely formed, well-developed muscles outlined through his shirt, though not of the body-builder's type. This passenger was traveling from a monastery high in the mountains, near the famous salt-water falls, said to flow from the salt mines of the Sierra Grand. He, among about a dozen others, trained there for the hope of becoming a full-fledged monk, or the goal of learning the martial arts. He was top of the class, a young orca (one of 2 there) with the aspirations to bring pride to the memory of his big sister via learning the ancient arts of healing.
He'd still be at the monastery now, but about a week ago he received a message handed to him from his sensei, saying that there was a tremendously special event to happen in his village: the time of courtship. He only just realized that it was his first mating season (the expression of shock very amusing to his sensei), and with permission he packed in a matter of minutes, and ran to the nearest train station, some 20 miles from the monastery. The train ride had lasted 5 days, and finally the mountains made their passing from his window, showing the immense shoreline in which the infinite Mother Ocean could be seen, Leo's tired eyes grew wide with renewed vigor as he spotted his stop, the voice over the intercom affirming the sparkle in his eye that a mere 10 minutes more was what remained of his rail ride.
Steamed bellowed from the smokestack as the iron caravan came to a halt; Leo wasted no time to depart, his knapsack slung over his shoulders as he dove from the train, breaking into a run the instant he touch down on the platform. The salty air splashed against his face, so wondrous, so refreshing; through the monastery had its salt-water falls, it couldn't compare to the feel of the ocean breeze. He yanked off his shirt and stuffed it away, letting the air whip around his finely toned muscles, breathing deep the homey scent. His journey wasn't over, however, he still had to arrive at the reef-surrounded island of his home: Mariana. In his vigor, he poised to jump headfirst off the pier and begin swimming the extra 100 miles, until he stopped in a comedic fashion, teetering on the edge of the boardwalk. He looked around at the voice that called his name and found an otter fisherman gaining ground.
"Leo...right...?" panted the otter, wearing just faded overalls, a straw hat hanging from his neck and a bandana around his upper arm. The orca nodded curiously, looking to the fuzzy sea mammal catching his breath. "I'm Chuck, I've been told to wait for you, and that you'd have that tattoo on your back," pointed the otter, Leo glancing over his shoulder at the icy blue signet of a water dragon just below his neck and over the back of his right shoulder. The otter gulped as he finally regained his normal breathing pattern, standing up and smiling in the playful way that otters do, throwing a thumb behind him to point at the sea-worthy fisherman boat, "I'm to take you home."
Excitement coursed through the orca's body, a wide smile plastered on his face as he knelt at the bow of the ship, having stripped down to his bare skin. He'd forgotten how far the distance was from shore to home...he could've made the trip, but it would've been too taxing on his body, even for a trained apprentice. The ship flowed along at a speed satisfactory to the orca, feeling utter bliss as he was engulfed with the salty air once more, enthralled with the ocean breeze traversing every inch of his body. With a soft blink, he peered over his shoulder, finding the otter - clad in loose shorts and wearing his hat - looking at him curiously, "Say Leo, what's with that tattoo, anyway?" he asked.
Leo glanced at the back of his shoulder once more to look at the noted signet, and smiled softly, "It's a birthmark, actually. There's been some discussion between the adults as to its meaning, but not even my sensei knows."
"It looks like a..." observed the otter, "...what-cha-ma-call-it...one of those lively-things?" he motioning for the answer to pop out of the air.
"Leviathan?"
"Yeah," smiled the otter as he snapped his fingers, "that's it, one of those Leviathans."
The orca smiled back and turned around, propping his elbows on the side of the boat, folding his legs, "So Chuck, d'you believe in the lore of Leviathan?"
"Me? Of course I do! I was saved by one when I was an ankle biter," he replied with a big, smug grin, "It was off the Shempurrian coast, a bit down south; I'd just built my first dinghy with my Pa," began the otter, it was obvious he enjoyed regaling this story, "We went fishing early in the morning out in the bay, and around midday," he sprang to his feet, holding his arms out to demonstrate, "This great big squall blew in from out of nowhere, it did!" He continued pantomiming, having gained much experience in his story-telling, "Our little ship crashed against the awful waves, and though I tried to hold on with all the might my tiny arms had, I was flung from the boat and done sunk beneath the black waves..." he went quiet, talking softly, "I felt like I fell into the night sky, I did, all around me was black, I had no idea which way was up, so all I could do was hold my breath and hope I floated back to the surface," his cheeks puffed up and his eyes snapped shut, holding his paws over his mouth to demonstrate how he must've looked; Leo stifled a snigger, for the acting was rather humorous.
"It felt like I was under there for a hundred years, I could just barely make out my father's voice through the inky waters, when suddenly I felt something push against my stomach," His voice became awed, a look of understanding in his eyes, "I felt my lungs fill with fresh air, I gulped it in but found out it was water, but I didn't drown! I thought I was dead, but then a voice went into my head, and it said, 'Not to be scared' and that I had 'a great purpose', I opened my eyes to see who was there, and this big shiny light, all warm and nice, was coming from a giant winged snake. I've never seen anything so beautiful since. I thought it weird, of course, but I wasn't afraid. It guided me back to the surface, and instantly my father pulled me back in the boat." He smiled, as if recalling an old friend, "I've told my story many a time, but no one believes me," he sighed and hung his head, "It's why I don't have many friends, they all think I'm crazy as a loon," he said indignantly, putting a paw on his hip and twiddling a finger near his temple. He then fell to his knees and scooted closer to the reclining orca, smiling hopefully, "You believe me, don't you? That Leviathans exist? Right?"
Leo leaned back a bit, smiling awkwardly, "Well..." he didn't want to just say something to appease the otter, but then he didn't want to lie, either, "I like to keep an open mind..." he'd of course seen them, that is to say it, before, both in dreams and not. This was enough to satisfy the otter, it seemed, for a huge grin wrapped around his cheeks as he hugged the orca in what was an attempt at a bone-crushing embrace. Leo just hugged the fuzzy seaman in return, feeling strangely pulled to get home all the faster.
Finally they docked at he small harbor of Mariana, Leo hopping from the boat with a sarong wrapped around his waist, bidding a fond farewell to the otter fisherman. He turned and looked up to the village, breathing deep the familiar smell of fruits and salt splashed onto his face. With a grin he traversed the dock to the inner workings of the village, greeting familiar but grown faces along the way; he didn't expect a hero's welcome, and didn't want one, for the humble greetings were enough for him.
Everything seemed smaller now that he had grown; the last he saw of Mariana was at least 6 years ago, when he was but a calf. Speaking of young ones, he saw a few scamper by, donning only loincloths and unabashed by their undeveloped nakedness, as all orcas are at that age. He smiled and continued on, only to be jumped from behind by a heavy force, but knowing the sound and smell of his childhood friend: Rus. In a split second Rus was flung into the air by his wrist and slammed to the ground in a single, fluid motion, Leo standing over him with a warm smile and a fin held out to help him up.
"That holy school of yours teaches some awesome stuff," groaned Rus with a smile. He stood a bit taller than Leo and more bulky, though some of it was fat; the life of a fisherman suited Rus nicely. He wore a sarong not unlike Leo's, though his seemed a bit smaller, and showed part of his thigh as he stood. He also wore a sly grin, "Mating season is getting really close, Leo, d'you have a girl?" he asked. Leo thought this a rather rude thing to ask, especially in public; a faint blush basked on his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his head, but wasn't given a chance to reply, "C'mon you've got to meet my wife-to-be!" exclaimed Rus, grabbing his friend's wrist and dragging him down the street, Leo gave no resistance as he ran alongside.
They came upon a nicely sized shack near the fisher's market, a large, heavy-set aged orca sitting outside smoking a pipe, sarong showing a thigh not unlike how Rus's was worn. Leo recognized him instantly as Rus's dad, Tau; he smiled, "Hello Uncle Tau!" waved Leo, a common title to give the father of a friend. The larger orca stood, grunting a bit as he wiped his good, non-scarred eye, blinking before grinning wide while and neared the fitter teenaged orca.
"Leo! It's been, what, 6 years since I saw ya'!" he bellowed, slapping his signet-marked back as he held his pipe in his teeth. "Wow, look how you've grown..." he kneaded the shoulder a bit, "Damn, you get these rocks at that holy school of yours?" he asked, the similarity between father and son was uncanny. Leo just smiled as he did before, watching as Tau grabbed the bit of paunch hanging under Rus's chest, his son giving a sudden chirp of surprise, "My boy's growin' to look just like me, I reckon," and the 3 of them shared a laugh. Leo looked up to the fisherman's shack, having spent his time as calf in this very building. He never really knew his parents, only being hazy images in his dreams and thoughts; his older sister, whom now has passed, raised him. That was all when he was a young calf, though, and has since lived in the monastery under his sensei. Tau invited them all into the sitting area for lunch, Leo familiar with the surroundings though surprised that he could sit comfortably at the table without needing anything to sit on but the bench. He set his knapsack in a corner and breathed the familiar scents, though finding a new aroma mingled with the others. He turned his head to find that a new someone had joined then guided by Rus.
"Leo, I'd like you to meet my bride-to-be," he said with glowing pride, "Ona." She blushed softly and nodded to Leo, wearing a typical dress that wrapped around her newly formed bosom and stretched all the way to her knees; she was petite, perhaps a year or so younger than Rus. Leo was reminded that females mature faster than males, (periods of 6 years as opposed to periods of 7 years). As Tau and Leo sat at the table, Rus and Ona prepared fish sandwiches for lunch, "So Leo," Tau began, and instantly he felt a dark foreboding that of an uncomfortable question, "Who's your soon-to-be-mate?" asked the large orca. Rus and Ona both looked to Leo, then to Tau, instantly breaking the momentary awkward silence, "Dad, c'mon, don't put him through the same schlock you put me, okay?" Both Tau and Leo were a bit taken back by this, especially since Rus had just asked Leo not an hour ago. "He'll tell us when he's ready," Rus finished, looking to Leo with a wink unseen by Tau. Leo felt relief flush through his body, and gratitude for his dear friend.
As lunch finished, Leo sighed with a happy, fully belly, he excused himself and was followed by Rus, "So buddy, d'you know where you're living?" The apprentice stopped walking instantly just out of ear-shot from the fisherman's shack, the sudden realization hit him like a rock between the eyes.
"No..." Leo replied.
"So you don't know who your mate is either?"
"...No..." Leo replied again. In all the excitement of returning home, of the prospect of courtship, he never came to think about the most crucial part of it all: the female, and the fact he didn't have a house of his own finally solidified this harsh reality. He'd thought of a lovely girl multiple times, and since he was out of the monastery, he could have such thoughts akin to a young adult male; but never in all his fantasizing where there a face or a name to this dream lass, he'd always assumed there'd be one waiting for him when he got home. The second problem was his home...he'd only ever lived at Tau's or the monastery, but he couldn't raise a family in either of those places. He fell to his knees, feeling the world collapse around him, fins gripping the sand; he'd just traveled nearly a thousand miles, just to find out it was all in vain. Rus stood there silently, feeling the anguish of his friend; he knelt, patting his firm shoulders consolingly. "You can stay with us for a while, if you like..." offered Rus, and got a soft nod as the only answer.
~
Nightfall, Leo sits on the dock with closed eyes as he listens to the waves flowing beneath him, meditating. He was laying inside prior, until he heard the gentle, pleasured moans of Rus and Ona in the room adjacent; he felt envious, so took haste to depart downstairs, only to hear Uncle Tau and Aunt Emi making passionate love in their own bedroom adjacent the kitchen. Now he roosted on the dock, going into a trance-like state to filter out the unjustly loud sounds of mating orcas in the village behind him; he knew they weren't that loud, but for some reason he heard them all in disturbing clarity (and grew so envious because).
His eyes twitched before opening, looking up to the sky above as he lay upon his back. The constellation of the North Lighthouse shone particularly bright that evening for reasons Leo couldn't understand, considering it was mid-spring. He simply stared at it...before hearing a lovely song echoed over the vigorous sounds of sex from the village. He sat upright, eyes wide, ears straining to listen to that alluring melody. From the ocean, a soft light glimmered in his eyes; he stared at it, transfixed, and obeyed the sudden pull of every muscle in his body to dive into the night waters and swim amongst the glow. He felt his heart lift of a heavy burden as he delved into the coolly refreshing nighttime depths, tumbling a bit as he, for the first time since arrival, remembered so delightfully the caress of waves in the ocean's womb. He glanced about the midnight waters, finding that the light had attracted to him, or him to the light, and was at once enveloped in its heavenly glow. A particular shape shimmered in amidst the encompassing aura, catching his eye immediately, and enticing him all the more so.
"Leo..." spoke a voice to him, though from whom he was unsure; it spoke to his mind and his heart prior his ears. A shiver ran up his spine as a boyish blush fell over his cheeks, for the voice quickly came to form as a song his heart and loins knew as sultry, almost erotic. His chest and stomach grew warm as the harmony seemed to coil like silk about his limbs and torso. He floated there in the late-night ocean; the light began to congregate on that shape he'd seen before, forming to something more definite, something decidedly curvy.
"Leo," sang the voice once more, though now he knew whose lips it came, having formed not far from his face. He looked upon a creature he'd never seen before, made entirely of light and water, her (gender affirmed) features without beak or muzzle but rather large, puffy lips; long, blonde hair flowing from around her ears (represented by fins). As he watched her solidify, her singing excited him all the more, strong arousal coursing through his newly matured body to grow and harden his genitalia. As the light faded and became form, her features became more recognizable, indeed that of a young orca female, perhaps one or two sizes smaller than Leo, but in no ways diminished, for a fresh bosom showed nicely rounded.
Leo's mouth remained rudely open at the charming maiden before him, his eyes drinking in greedily her naked self, causing his already throbbing manhood to pulse all the harder. The blonde hair of her former body seemed to remain, though in a most peculiar way: it all never seemed to be attached to her head, but undeniably flowed like full, thick, wavy sunlight down her petite shoulders and perfectly curved buttocks, and then to disappear in a fuzzy point just inches past her toes. As strange as it seemed to view an orca with, for lack of a better word, hair...it was beautiful.
"Leo," she spoke once more through the language of echolocation, drifting a bit closer to his slightly heaving muscled frame, dainty fins reaching out to rest upon his young chest and sending all the more shivers up his spine. They'd drifted up to he surface, both spouting water to refill their lungs, Leo giving a nervous gulp as she pressed close to him, penis madly pulsing in utter anticipation. "I have called you here, Leo," she continued, "to your home, to this spot tonight. I have a very important task for you, whom I've chosen above all others of your village and monastery: make love to me, Leo." His heart beat faster, pounding in his throat as his arms wrapped instinctively around her mid-section, tentatively feeling the perfect curves of her body.
Her adorable cheeks perked as he nodded, "Wh-what is your name?" he asked, feeling himself be guided back and suddenly meeting with a rock that he wasn't sure was there before. His skin came into contact with soft sea sponges, rather than hard, jagged stone; he relaxed as best he could as she lay neatly between his spread legs, looking to her with such a fiery blush, he feared that it shone like a beacon to those in the village. Her fin was so gentle against the skin of his chest, fin-gers trailing through the definition of his muscles, her beak an inch from his, "Aya," was all she said. Their faces inched closer, lips carefully brushing together before pressing to a dainty kiss; there was it held, arms wrapping around the frame of the other to embrace so tenderly. Her plump bosom pressed against his firm chest, hearts beating in unison; both opened one's maw and let the curious tongues explore through the lips of the other. As the kiss deepened, it became all the more passionate, fiery even as shivers ran from one orca to the other, sharing a romantic circuit of electric desire. Leo felt his penis jolt with excitement all the more, for Aya's swollen vagina was pressing against its underside, the clitoris touching just so to the head of his cock, and so was shared the fiercest lightning storm between them both.
Hesitantly, Aya parted from the passionate kiss, leaving both her and Leo slightly breathless. She smiled softly, looking to him and carefully gliding down his down, fins caressing those strong, monk-trained muscles until she reached his waist, all the while watched tentatively by Leo's rapt eyes. His legs spread obediently for the lovely maiden, another shiver running through his spine as he caress the smooth skin of his inner thigh, gliding closer to his crotch as she smiled up, her face mere inches from his impressive arousal. Her eyes hooded as a delicate fin reaches forward to caress the full orbs of the freshly-mature orca male, inciting a sudden gasp of such intense pleasure, Leo feared he might've been heard all the way back in the village. She cradled and rubbed the heavy sac, Leo groaning out softly, feeling himself already teetering on the climatic edge, a sensation completely new to him but entirely awesome; his training as a monk was too thorough for that, however, and he willed himself to calm while remaining hard as rock.
He looks to her, gentle tongue dragging up the underside of his phallus, lapping up the fluid trickling down his throbbing length. Her caresses seemed so masterful, yet had a feeling about them of rapt curiosity. One fin held the hefty scrotum, the other grasping the thickened base of his pulsating shaft. His eyes widened, fins gripping at the sea sponges as her lovely lips opened up near the tip of his erection, and carefully placed the bulbous head against her tongue, sliding slowly into her warm maw. His years of training seemed to congregate at this one point, keeping himself and his sexual desires in check; every nerve in his body cried for release, to let that floodgate straining in his loins to simply burst and offer his first orgasm to her. But he wanted to enjoy every lick, every stroke, he wanted her to engulf more of his member, because he could tell that she wanted to, also, that she wanted more time to indulge.
Eyes rolled back with his head against the rock, cushioned by another convenient sea sponge, a fin rising up to head upon the maiden's silk-covered head. He'd felt fur before when grappling with one of the otters at the monastery, but never had he felt such luxurious locks at what wove through his fin-gers that night. An arch formed out of his chest, heart beating like the tribal drums of a savage war, mouth gaping open as even with such willpower as he slipped through his clutches like Aya's sunlight hair. Eyelids fluttering as he felt her soft lips close around his aching cock, pre gushing from the tip in her divine mouth with great abundance, "Oh!" he moaned, feeling as if he was the sole supporter of an overflowing dam holding the very ocean itself. It felt like lightning coursed through his veins, through his blood; his shoulder rammed against the rock, toes and fin-gers clenching with the incredible climax overtaking his body. It felt his training meant for naught in those few seconds, but as he heard her girlish moans of delight as he sprayed his seed down her eager throat, he regained control once more of his run-away desires. He did not know how long he held onto his virgin climax, but he could only hope it was long enough to impress the fair maiden.
"Oh..." he seemed to moan softly, securing himself once more, holding back the remainder of his climax as he strokes through the cream-like hair streaming through his digits. Aya gave a long lick up the restrained penis, cleaning off it and her lips of the hot semen, smiling up to him as she rose. His eyes drifted skyward with her, gazing as he water clung like diamonds to her perfect body, watching as she crawled onto the bed of sea sponges and turned her back to him. His eyes might've popped out as he saw her move, absorbing in the sight of that curvy sides and breasts, her legs spread wide with her back laid, puffy, red vaginal lips dripping with her nectar. Leo's sense of smell dance and raved with lust, and with not a word he knew what she wanted, what he wanted. His beak dove into those virgin folds, fins grasping her dainty thighs as his tongue caressed over the needy, swelled flower petals.
"Ahh...!" she squealed erotically, feeling her fresh cunt be tasted so fervently, his untrained yet wondrous tongue plunging through her juicy walls, writhing with such vigor inside her, feeling it grind at her firm clitoris she screamed with delight to the heavens. His mind and heart told him what to do, knowledge locked away since birth and awoken with his raging hormones. Her body filled with Nirvana's ambrosia, as if carbonated and tingling through her veins, the heart encased in heaving chest beat no different than a fierce earthquake, how close she was, so soon! She moaned and gasped for Leo's encouragement, though this was his first mating he moved like a master; both in body and spirit he excelled to fill her to nearly overflow with ecstasy, his tongue licking and tasting in just the right way and places to make even her beg for release.
And release she did, letting it known to the stars and ocean that her lover had pleasured her to orgasmic Nirvana, and how much she enjoyed it so (women in the village all felt a sudden surge of ecstasy that evening). Her sweet honey poured like water across Leo's beak, his throat giving a mighty moan of delight at the lusciously sweet female juices splashing over his tongue and lips; he greedily drank it up, tongue lashing about inside her, each time striking at her hidden spot deep within, as he'd done on instinct all through when eating out her juicy vagina. Aya trilled loud as the initial climax waned, and she wanted more. Before she'd wanted to continue sucking and nursing his meaty phallus all the nightlong, for the semen itself was like a salty-sweet ambrosia, until his testes could shoot no more, dry from use. She was disappointed but still impressed when he willed himself to stop the flow, even though she'd gotten more than a mouthful; she regaled on her initial conception to refill his sac with her powers, but could sense that despite his abundant load, he still had plenty to put into her womb.
Her smile stretched from cheek to cheek, arms over her head and torso curving with her contentment, knowing that if this was Leo's foreplay then his sex could be something to send mortal women a bypass of death and go straight to heaven. Even as a fresh teen he had the skill and stamina of a full-grown bull orca. Another soft gasp escaped her lips as she looked to her lover, smiling warmly, seductively, "Make love to me, Leo," she whimpered, arching her chest to make the breasts there plenty pert and visible, legs spread wide to give the handsome orca full access. Leo nodded obediently, crawling atop her with great care as he held the sea sponges just under her arms, which reached up and held around his neck. His throbbing erection aimed ideally to her awaiting love-passage, slick with his tongue and newly splashed pre-juices, head nudging right beneath her clit, pushing in slowly. Her head rolled back, legs locked about his waist as she felt the meat pole so tenderly spread her juicy folds; thick for someone his age, but sized just right to fill her walls without pain. Her slick walls gave little resistance for that wondrous phallus, but still gave just tightness to cause Leo to flex his entire body in masculine lust.
Together they pushed against each other, until every inch of his virgin dick was engulfed by the fresh vaginal passage. It fit perfectly, the head throbbing right against her g-spot, his lap flush against her round, smooth hips, every vein placed just in the right spot to send shocks of pleasure through her body with each pulse. There was were it held, hilted by the other, genitals pressed and simply letting them pulse against one another, already teetering on an incredible orgasm. Leo built on his training once more, keeping himself from ejaculating too soon, determined to savor this sensation so much that even he would burst from the sheer ecstasy.
His hips slowly slid back, eliciting a loud moan from them both, Aya pulling back some as well, each knowing it was time to mate.
~
Several gold spears broke through the early morn horizon of the East, shooting across the still ocean without a single wave in the wake. One spear struck Leo across the face, causing him to wince and blink softly, wriggling against the soft display of sea sponges that serves as his bed. His body was twisted, lowers facing to the sea, as his torso faced the quickly brightening sky, one arm near his face, the other across his waist. He grunted, holding himself up on an arm as he felt a wooden stick jab his lower back.
"Leo?" asked a bewildered voice, which was quickly recognized as Chuck's.
"Wha-?" asked the equally bewildered orca, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, then in a shock remembering the night before. He stood up with the grace of a drunken oaf, and with the same disposition fell right off the rock and into the cold, morning waters. He spattered from his blowhole upon surfacing, looking around while treading water.
"Aya?" he asked to the emptiness, "Aya?!" he asked once more ,spinning around in the gentle waves before clambering onto the rock once more, looking about hopefully. As soon as he saw the brilliant sun, however, he was reminded of her river of lovely hair, and was soon felt a sweeping feel of calm, smiling softly. Her words rang clear in his memory after they made love:
Through the night their bodies grinded and rocked against each other, it might've been hours but wasn't even noticed, fluids gushing out before the final eruption of simultaneous ecstasy, climaxes hitting both in such intense severity. They rode it out what seemed like forever, an eternity of bliss (coincidentally enough, the women and some of the men in he village felt sudden rushes of pleasure). They both lay with each other as the afterglow showered upon them, embracing tightly to keep the feeling locked in for as long as possible, "Leo," she said softly, "you have proven great in my eyes, and your task is complete. Tomorrow, you must return to the monastery and continue your training, for your greatest task will come many years from now." Her voice seemed less that of a maiden's and more of a queen's; but it didn't matter, for Leo's sac had been sufficiently emptied, and he rested happily only seconds after hearing her speak.
Chuck's boat had gotten close enough for Leo to hop in, "Chuck, could you take me back to my village?" The otter nodded, of course, not bothering to ask why the orca had been sleeping naked on a rock a mile from his village, or why he seemed to have a glow about him that had nothing to do with the sunrise.
Leo hopped once more onto the pier, waving to Chuck as his fisherman's boat was tied to the dock, not a word said between them, because nothing was needed to be said. The early risers all looked around, spotting Leo's naked self walking past with a warm smile, greeting them but feeling completely unabashed by his nudity, as if it were completely normal. He reached Tau's hut in little time, quickly slicing through the rooms and grabbing a spare sarong from his bag and pulling it on. Knapsack slung over his shoulder he headed out, only stopping long enough to greet his best friend and mate, say good-bye to his uncle and aunt, not letting a single word to be heard before speeding off back to the awaiting otter and his boat. The 4 confused orcas hung out the doorway of the hut, watching the glowing Leo tread off with determination and gusto, exchanging glances between each other.
"Let's go back to the mainland, Chuck," opted Leo as he once again hopped into the boat of the otter.
"Yessir, Leo!" agreed Chuck, pulling the loop that held his vessel so they could sail to the open waters, leaving behind a very confused village of orcas.
As the morning drifted by, Leo remained laid back naked on the deck of the ship, Chuck lying naked beside him, "So you think she's a goddess, huh?" asked the fuzzy one, having just been told the tale of the night prior.
"Yep, the Goddess, to be precise."
"'The'?" was inquired as Chuck propped himself onto his elbows, looking to his passenger.
"The Leviathan, of course," smiled Leo, glancing to the curious otter.
"Wow...you just got a holy fuck!"
"Do you have to be so vulgar about it?" retorted Leo quickly, snapping a glare. Chuck spun in his seat, holding up his paws and waving them defensively, smiling awkwardly, "Right! Sorry!" Leo harrumphed and lay back again, intent on being content.
"So why're you telling me all this, aren't you worried I'm gonna tell others?" Chuck interrogated, legs folded. Leo just smiled once more, his eyes still closed, "Nope." With arms crossed, the seaman feigned indignation, "And why not? I could just very well go back to your village and tell everyone what you told me."
"No," smirked the orca, sitting up and looking to the otter, "I don't think anyone would believe you, anyway. Every has a hard time believing in the Leviathan, I really doubt that they'll swallow any story about the Sea Goddess mating with a mortal."
"Yeah," he laughed, "you're probably right, I've got a nasty reputation of spinning real long yarns."
"I'd imagine so, you sail up and down this coast so often..."
"Helping those in need, tellin' the story of the Leviathan," glowed the otter with pride.
"You'd make a decent acolyte."
"Naw, I haven't the discipline," laughed Chuck, "Plus, I'm a fisherman, I could never leave the ocean."
As the sun hung high at noon, Leo climbed up onto the dock of the mainland shore, wearing once again his traveling jeans and button-up shirt. He bid his sea-otter friend a fond farewell, before padding over to a slightly run down fish-seller, whom had sudden shot up.
"You!" pointed an accusing finger of a gruff-looking middle-aged otter, "You're the one who stole my ship, you dirty thief!"
Leo calmly held up a fin with a warm smile, "I assure you, kind sir, I merely borrowed your vessel to visit the resting place of your son."
"Chuck?" breathed the older otter, his face softening as his brows dropped, looking as if he'd seen a ghost, "You...went to visit Chuck...?" he choked, blinking at a tear that'd gathered in the corner of his eye.
"Yes sir," nodded Leo, "You see, I'm an acolyte, and I've been sent on a task to my village; I decided that I could give my condolences to your son's grave, since it was on the way. It is part of my training to bless graves, you see, and I heard of the tragic story of your son from a local here." The elder fisherman dropped his eyes, looking over to the small sailing ship tied to the dock, sighing softly, Leo continued, "I'm sorry I took the boat without asking..."
"No, it's alright, it is," assured the father, waving it off as if it were a fly, "Thank you for blessing my son's grave, and for bringing the boat back; it was his boat, you know, and sometimes it just kinda drifts off no matter how I tie it, but it always returns," he smiled softly, looking to it once more. He moved his gaze to Leo, "Well...good luck with your training, or whatever," his gruffness returned, sitting back in his chair, "Now...buy something or scram." Leo nodded and bowed politely opting the former for his breakfast, choosing a lean looking trout for breakfast as he walked off to the train to return home.