Chapter Six: Thy Sins Shall Not Go Unpunished

Hands with claws roam my body with curiosity as his warm muscle that was his tongue runs along the side of my neck. He is silent, but his movements remain busy, cold and slimy scales sliding over bare flesh. I shiver, my breath caught in my throat at the ticklish sensation of his fins swaying back and forth along the underside of my legs, a steady swish. I try to stay afloat treading water, my toes barely touching the rocky bottom of the pool of ocean water and my thoughts are racing like my heart.

What was he doing? What was he planning to do for this punishment of mine? Multiple more thoughts are running through my head, of what I should and shouldn't do. I knew I shouldn't have tried running, but he was like a ticking time bomb ready to kill and gut me at any given moment, though knowing this undisputed fact isn't going to help with my survival. He could kill me right here and now and I wouldn't be able to do a damn thing to stop it.

My mouth dips below the surface, the trembling of my body interfering with my paddling and now only my nose is bringing me much needed oxygen to my lungs. I was almost entirely submerged in the water with him at my back in his fish form. My toes keep slipping and sliding on the rock bottom smoothed out by the ocean's touch. He is torturing me mentally, knowing I had no idea what his punishment was or that I was going to make it out unscathed or even alive. I was trembling mess, and nothing could soothe my nerves except being on land again and far away from fishmen and endless water. If I were my old self before the mermen appeared, I would be laughing at this image of me in a pool of seawater with a creature half man half fish.

His roaming hands fascinated by human anatomy were slightly warmer than the frigid ocean water surrounding me. The water's temperature reminded me how easily the ocean was influenced by the sun and making me wonder what I would do during winter months living with a fishman. The future thought becomes distant as clawed hands which have yet pierce my skin from the anger of my attempted escape trail higher on my thighs, pushing my dress up above my waist.

The bottom of the dress halos out from my waist in a constant moving wave, an animation of the ocean's current. His tongue had not let up if not becoming more aggressive after my neck fully submerged in the water. The sensation of a tongue on bare skin was an odd feeling in water, and he seemed to enjoy running his tongue over the spot he had bit previously. His tongue was a warm muscle similar to a human but much rougher, most likely designed to help his teeth remove flesh from bone. The thought is bone-chilling, and it sends a shiver up my spine.

His head had become fully submerged unlike mine, and I can see from the corner of my eye, his hair like my dress ripples out freely without the constraint of being on land. He then leans more of his weight into me pushing me closer to the edge of the pool as my feet lose traction, sliding me closer as well. My head bobs up and down, like a bobber used in fishing, from the sudden moment. I choke, getting a few big gulps of ocean water in my mouth and into my lungs. The water burning my lungs and throat and the coughing added to the burning sensation.

'How I wish I had gills right now…' I think as the sea water burns my eyes, throat, and lungs. I was going to drown if this keeps up and there was not a damn thing I could do but hope. How I wish I could escape but escape was a foolish thought, land or water made no difference to this Fishman at all. He was stronger and faster than me in both.

My coughing and choking do not stop his movements, the perversion of his hands continuing their skinship with my flesh; however, they skip over the spot between my legs having a different destination in mind. I ignore the touches thinking of them innocent or at least I hoped the touches were innocent but I wasn't a fool. How can these touches be anything but sexual or him deciding where to take a big chunk out of my skin. Innocent…. And I can't seem to persuade my body to feel the same, the feeling of his claws lightly trailing along my stomach and sides creating an unsettling tingling sensation in my abdomen.

Even though I should feel a little bit better finally ending up next to the edge of the pool, I don't, becoming more restless as his clawed tips slide up my sides and then down my stomach in a slow, repetitive motion. I hold my breath and the need to gasp, grabbing the rocky ledge and pulling myself closer to land. At least now my neck is above water… except his head was to as I hear the drip of water from his hair next to my right ear followed by another hurried and quick lap to my neck.

My feet stop, feeling the brush of his slimy tail squirming and I gulp not daring to move any closer. I can't get much closer to the ledge, his tail between me and land. Then again I feel another quick and impatient lick to my neck and the quiver of his tail on my toes, and finally, the weight of his tail on my feet as his fish part of his body gets closer to mine.

I stare ahead shivering uncontrollably between the squirming of his tail against my feet and ankle and him licking my neck, I notice the skin on my hands and fingers are thin showing the white of my bones. However, my grip on the ledge is loose, the stone slippery. My nerves play havoc in my stomach too, and I wet my lips, and unbelievably they had dried from the cold draft in the cave. They were painfully chapped and dry, and I run my tongue over my bottom lip again at the same time he runs his tongue runs over the same spot on my neck which was growing sore.

He trails one hand past the point where he usually dragged it back down to my stomach. His claws lightly trail between my breasts and up through the neck hole of the dress. He lets one claw lead the rest, and he stops trailing his claws at the underneath of my jaw, letting the lead claw rest on the tip of chin. I can feel the very sharp tips of each of his five fingers pressing into my skin dangerously, and I dare not move let alone gulp. His licking halts momentarily and I wonder if this it.

"The structure of your body isn't much different than our women," he states against my ear while his claws remain posed over the vulnerable flesh of my under neck while his other hand traces small shapes on my stomach. What was he getting at? He stops tracing shapes on my stomach and runs the hand to my breast cupping it. The hand he has on my neck trails down slowly and cups my other breast.

"These aren't much different either," he states, his words fanned against my ear again. He gropes my breasts gently giving them alternative squeezes, and I regret wearing nothing at all underneath the dress. He continues his exploration of my breasts, pushing and tugging at the rounded mounds of flesh leaving not an inch unexplored.

Another tremor racks my body against my will, my body betraying me and enjoying his touch. I hated my stupid body for actually enjoying this man's touch. Would anyone do for it? As I think this over he takes his pointer finger's claw tracing the perimeter of one of my hardened nipples, and he asks cockily, "Hmm, have you figured out what your punishment is yet brat?"

My punishment wasn't sex… Was it? No no no that would be impossible given his current state. He didn't have legs so what the hell was he going to try? Then an ill thought passes thru my head…. Wait… How do his people have sex if they rarely transform to a being with two legs? Is there another way for them to have sex? There must be a way, they reproduce, and he talked craziness about getting me fertile when he forced me to eat that weird thing. And does he even know how humans have sex? He can't unless he knew more about humans than he let on…

I had too many unanswered questions left, and I hoped they remain unanswered. I need to reply to him, and I go to speak but feel my face pale at the awful thoughts plaguing my mind, and I hesitate to answer him. I decide then to choose to keep silent, my teeth clenched. I wouldn't be giving this monster the pleasure of playing his game; however, my lack of response earns me a pinch to one of my nipples and a "tsk" from the Fishman.

"I take that as a no.." he says acting annoyed before he nearly purrs in my ear, "Let me give you another hint," and he begins rolling the harden buds between his forefinger and thumb making me whimper. My silence breaks and whimpers escape me from his simple touch. He speaks again his voice still a purr, "Now do you understand what I want?" he asks and he stops his pinching assault to my nipples.

A blush now replaces my pale face, and my back stiffens as does my body. I know now the pinches were a punishment for keeping quiet when he asked me a question, and I refused to answer. But the demented part was he didn't care if I answered or not because no matter how I acted he would still be getting what he wanted.

"You want sex...but-" I mutter my eyes casting down at the dark water unable to see my feet or past the surface.

"But what?" he asks in returns, his voice containing curiosity because of my answer.

"But you don't have legs right… It's impossible." I reply unsure how I said the words outright straight. I never expected to be having this conversation, but I never expected to be kidnapped by a fishman either.

"I don't understand," he responds obviously bewildered by something even his hands had stopped their ministrations to my breasts. The pause was short lived as his hands leave my chest and travel to my hips, stopping at the hipbone. His fingers take turns tapping along my hips before I hear him release a big sigh as if I am stupid, "You don't need legs to have sex."

At his sentence, my heart drops to my stomach. How? It was impossible. We were two different species. So that can't happen at all. He didn't have legs, and I definitely didn't have a tail, so no it was impossible. I refuse to believe the impossible was possible; I just refuse the idea. I doubted he even kissed like a normal person and you can't count the time he pushed much-needed oxygen into my lungs.

"Wait wait wait, hold up. How do you show intimacy or have sex, you know mating?" I say panicky and disturbed by the notion of fish sex. My question must have stunned him since he becomes silent and his fingers also stop tapping.

He finally answers, and I can tell he feels awkward, "We bite, and you bite back, that is a sign of intimacy and touching ears and rubbing faces too… And as for sex…" He then clicks his tongue in annoyance, and he grumbles, "I will just show you, there is no point explaining it. This is your punishment, after all, you are not supposed to like it…"

I then say raising my voice, "No! Whatever you're going to-" but just then he pushes closer to me than he originally was and I feel the movement of his tail in the water, his tail lifting off my feet but only to start coiling around me starting at my ankles. He removes his hands from my hips, moving them to the underneath of my breasts again and his tail wounds tightly around my legs and waist not sparing me any room to move. The worst part and I clench my teeth, is the weird feeling of his slimy scales brushing against my bare skin. It just didn't feel right on bare flesh.

My heart starts thundering against my chest, and he nuzzles into my neck, his tail tightening further. A squeeze and another squeeze as his slimy scales inch and move across my body further restricting my movement. Such an odd feeling especially against my belly and a little too close to the spot between my legs.

"W-hat are you doing?" I ask concerned and confused. A gasp leaves me as he gives my breasts a squeeze, but he doesn't reply to my question.

'No, don't tell me…' I think turning bright red before a breathy moan from behind me, confirms my horrors. The breathy moan is followed by pants against my neck he had bitten in the past and has now licked raw. He adjusts himself, and his tail gives my body a shuddering squeeze.

Again from the corner of my eye, I can see one side of his face. His eyes are hidden by his wet hair, but his pale cheeks are left barren and are flushed with color, a deep crimson red. Like his soft pants against my shoulder, he begins to rub his scales against my skin in a consistent and slow rhythm.

I squeeze my eyes shut, 'No, this was very wrong!' I think, and on top of everything else, it feels weird. As he rubs back and forth against me, with most of his face hidden by his hair and in the crook of my neck, he starts to squeeze my waist tighter before shuddering. And then to make everything worse, his licking comes back, at first a quick dab where his mouth rested in the crook of my neck but it wasn't long before it was back to long licks. The long licks progress into something else entirely when I feel the graze of his teeth on my neck and shoulder.

The graze of his teeth becomes playful nips with him toying with my flesh between his teeth. It doesn't take long for my skin to fall victim to his very sharp teeth, my flesh on my neck and shoulders suffering from small jagged lacerations. And with my flesh torn open, blood spills down following gravity, but my blood never reaches the water, a greedy tongue, and mouth laps away the ruby liquid. I only know this is happening because of the warmth of blood against my cold skin and the sharp pangs coming from my neck and shoulders.

I start to protest against him, it would just take one mistake, and my jugular would be sliced wide open by perhaps an accidental nip or bite. I squirm against him but not too strongly, afraid of what I just thought, my jugular pierced and squirting blood everywhere and the last image I see would be this dark and cold cave. My struggles don't earn me anything but make his tail giving me a particular painful squeeze making me gasp.

"Levi this is wrong… You don't understand how wrong this," I whisper and again I'm ignored but not completely when I feel his hand move to my breasts cupping them once more. I realize after he holds them in his palms again they fit perfectly in his hands, and he begins to squeeze them nicely as if he toyed with breasts in the past. And this time, I let out a rather loud moan from the ploys of his hands.

At my noise, the monster stops his licking, and I feel the corner of his smooth lips curve up. He was obviously grinning by the noise I let out, and he then explains panting in between his words, "Just like you feel something when I squeeze these… I feel something the tighter I wrap myself around your legs. I might not know much about humans but…" and he pauses. He then leans up, so his breath fans against my reddening ears and he pinches my nipples making me shiver. He continues but speaking slowly, "I know human women like these touched… and you can guide me to any other places that-"

I cut him off my eyes reopening to look at him from the corner of my eyes, "Lips." I'm not sure what guided me to say this, but I spurt it out, perhaps I was scared I would die or perhaps I was actually and genuinely feeling something besides fear.

"Lips," he questions, his voice having a watery tone to it. He nips my earlobe as his hands continue to play with my hardened buds.

Why did I say that? I should have remained quiet as my face burns from embarrassing myself. It wasn't like I was going to die without ever kissing. And no Levi wasn't my first kiss that time under water. No, this wasn't some fairy tale where I waited for my first kiss from prince charming either.

My first kiss was sloppy and messy. I was drunk at the bar, and I had leaned over and smooched and tongued some equally drunk guy I found cute. He was scruffy and kinda of sleazy and definitely someone my mother would call homely. Though between those warm chocolate brown eyes clearly bloodshot, messy blonde hair, and flirty undertones he was giving me all night he could capture any drunk girl's attention.

However, I never saw him again after that. I know how the story sounds, horrible, but you do a lot of horrible things when drunk especially ones that you will regret come morning. I guess I took whatever I could get. There weren't many good-looking young men from the town I grew up in, and I admit if Levi were a human and not half fish, he would have definitely captured my attention and also the attention of the entire female population in town. And with that being said, 'I just want to feel normal, that's why I had asked,' I tell myself.

That's all it was, and I murmur, "Humans touch lips... We enjoy the feeling. We call it a kiss. We do it during times of intimacy," and then I add a lie, "We don't bite." Well, it wasn't a complete lie, we don't bite hard enough to cut and slice skin apart, but I wasn't gonna tell him that, because he wouldn't understand.

"I see.." Levi mutters, and he removes one hand from underneath my dress and traces my lips with his fingers. The sensation felt oddly nice, and I see his head is leaned forward, his inhuman eyes examining the color, shape, and texture of my lips. I wish my lips looked as smooth and nice as his, his lips more womanly than mine will ever be. He removes his hand placing it in the water and then leans down, kissing me from an awkward angle, and I can't help but smirk just a tiny bit as he pulls away. I wouldn't call that a kiss just a brush of his lips against mine for a second. A young boy's kiss I suppose.

His face is clearly confused by my reaction, and he asks, "Is that not what you wanted?" his tone confused and questioning.

"Kind of. If you want… I can show you more," I mutter to him because the weird squeezing and movement of his tail had stopped when we started talking about kissing and lips. I was hoping by some chance he would forget about the weird scaly tail rubbing and tightening against my legs and do something we could both like. He thinks about my words, or I think he is as I see his brows dip and creating a crease, his cheeks still flushed red.

"Later," is all he says answering me too quickly for my likes. He immediately puts his face back in the crook of my neck adjusting himself, making sure he was comfortable not caring how I felt. I want to click my tongue and argue, but I don't get a chance as he quickly resumes rubbing against me. His hand that was still on my breast leaves, and I can only think this bastard only cares about his own pleasures, a typical man. I suppose it didn't matter if a man was a fish or not, they were all to focused on their own pleasure.

What I didn't expect is his hands reaching for my hands that are laying against the stone. My face is burning as I watch his webbed fingers intertwined with my human ones. He squeezes my hand, and he continues to shudder as his tail tightens and relaxes and then tightens and relaxes in a repetitive rhythm. His mouth remains stills pressed against my pulse, his breathing is quick pants against the skin.

I suppose I would be lying now that I said I didn't feel anything from this. Of course, I didn't feel anything physically by what he was doing to me, but hearing his shudders and moans made my insides aflame with some sort of weird want for him. I think I spent too much time on a boat without companionship, and that my body misunderstands this monster for a human male. I just wish my body would cooperate with my brain because this wasn't a man but a fish.

Time passes, as he resumes the continued pattern of getting slowly tighter and tighter to where I feel my legs were going to get crushed if he squeezed anymore. His shudders don't seem to cease, and his chest that was pressed against my back rumbles with a low growl. The growl was far from threatening but more of a sound of pleasure in which he was solely feeling. Though describing it was difficult, it was one of those things you have to witness for yourself, and I doubt I would have the fun of describing my experiences to anyone human again.

He gives my waist one final squeeze, and he moans against my neck his mouth widening against my neck. My hands that were intertwined with his is nearly crushed, and I can only thank the goddess of the sea though it was entirely her fault for birthing and allowing such monsters to infest the waters here that we weren't having human sex. I shiver when I feel the top of his waist is suddenly coated with some sort of thick gel which I can only assume was equivalent to a man's semen.

He gives a couple of pants before his tail unwinds from around me, his hands sliding from mine and without saying anything he dives under the water, disappearing underneath the dark surface leaving me alone. And with shaky hands, I pull myself to land my dress sticking to my skin like his fish semen.

I lift my dress seeing it covering my waist and sliding down my legs in chunks. Most of it had dispersed into the water, but a lot of it coated my legs and even sliding in between my legs. Unlike human semen, it is cold and clear in color. I drop the dress, covering the mess he made on me and glance at the dark waters he disappeared in.

I would assume he was embarrassed but then again, I had no idea why he suddenly vanished like that leaving me alone. I start to think about what just happened more… I am left famished and violated by some weird way of fish sex on top of feeling extremely gross. He had definitely done a fuck and run or in his case a fuck and swim. I get on my shaky limbs pulling my dress off and scrubbing at my legs with the wet fabric.

This was definitely a weird way to end the day.

...

The cave is dark as it reached night, and the only sounds I hear are the sound of my dress dripping droplets of water on the stone from the other room where I hung it up to dry. I lay naked on the bed he had brought in earlier, and my only light is the simple oil lantern he had also brought in without me knowing. It felt like I stared at the rocky ceiling for hours in a daze, and I start to shiver. I had tried making a fire earlier but failed and gave up.

I wrap blankets around my naked body, and I turn on my side. The bed creaking under my weight as I sigh. I wonder where that weird fishman went off too? He's been gone for hours now and another thing I hate about being human happens, I start to feel lonesome. I know now was actually the perfect time to run but not wanting to experience another episode like today, I would continue laying down and keep to the cave until he comes back.

My stomach growls loudly, and I get reminded I only eaten an apple for today's meal, unlike before on the ship where I was always well fed and sometimes eating just for the sake of it with my crew, but now my stomach feels extremely empty. I sit up wrapping the blankets around my body tightly, and I pick up the lantern by the handle holding it out in the darkness. He definitely kept food and water around here somewhere. I stand up moving around hesitantly, and I take careful steps forward.

Eventually, after much wandering and checking every chest and box, and every nook and cranny of the cave. I come across a wooden carton full of ripe fruits and canned foods probably from shipwrecks. My mouth starts watering as I quickly pick up an orange from the top that looked extremely tasty to my empty stomach. I set the lantern down next to me and turn around setting my back up against the wall as my fingers dig into the orange, and I begin to peel its skin.

As I push the juicy and sour fruit between my lips I stare out into the darkness, it was really creepy in here at night, though it wasn't any different than it was during the day, somehow the night just added to the creepy factor of this place. The more I eat the orange in comfortable silence, the more I stare into the darkness waiting for another creature to appear. It was like I was expecting such things now.

I continue to wait for the unexpected to happen as I finish the remainder of my orange and when nothing happens, I sigh in relief, pushing the orange skins on to the ground and licking my fingers of the tangy liquid that came from the fruit and dripped on to my fingers. I then sit up more still holding the blanket that was wrapped around me, and I go through the canned foods that either was labeled in a foreign language or had no label at all.

I pick a random can with no label, and I pull the tab up and once getting the top off I peek at what's inside. I see liquid and some kind of fruit and once leaning down and sniffing it I identify it as peaches. Without having any utensils to eat with I stick my fingers into the can and take out the pieces of fruit. I chew and swallow the sweet dark orange fruit, and it doesn't take me long to go back for more.

In no time, I finish what's in the can, and I greedily drink down the sweet liquid the peaches provided me. Once I'm done with my so-called dinner, I stifle a small burp into my hand as I place the empty can down with the orange skins. I lean my head back against the stonewall, my stomach full and satiated. Finally, I could eat in peace without some creepy monster watching me in the corner.

I feel my eyes shut, but I force the sleepiness away as I reopen my eyes and stretch my arms and legs. I should probably head back, but at the same time, some part of me wants to explore more. Probably the very adventurous side of me that got me into this mess. I fix the blanket that I have wrapped around me and force myself up and off the ground, as I grab the lantern by my side.

It takes some motivation as I stand to my feet and I walk in the opposite direction of where I came. Deciding it was best to explore more of the cave. Though, it's most likely a bad decision considering it was night time but I probably wasn't going to get much time to myself with him around. I might as well consider this a rare occasion.

As I move thru parts of the cave with just the lantern for light, I start to think about my childhood as a way to comfort me in dire times such as these.

Memories of my mother flood my head, everything between her sweet lavender smell, the warmth of her embrace, and her many expensive pieces of jewelry hanging around her neck that was gifted to her from my father. I start to frown slightly as I think about my father.

My father was a very loving man, being a loving father to me, and a devoted husband to my mother, but he was also a pirate, and everyone knew what kind of work came into play where you were a pirate. My mother used to try and tell me that he was a good man with a good heart, but I wasn't dumb. Even as a child I heard of the rumors of how he was a thief, robbing people of their goods and also of their lives.

My grip around the lantern's handle tightens, as my lips begin to purse. I loved my father just as much as my mother, but it didn't change the fact that I couldn't forgive him for every wrongdoing he has done. I know he had killed many men and women, and perhaps even children...

And what those rumors about my father also brought with them, besides the bitter truth, had also caused the townspeople to forbid their children from playing with me but these very rumors also caused me to meet my first true and loyal friend, Ymir. She was from the town's orphanage and even as a child she was very snotty and rude, but I didn't mind her personality, and we eventually grew close to another. Though, it took her some time to warm up to me.

We were like sisters; we had done everything together, We would eat, laugh, play, and cause trouble. Even my mother offered to take her in, but when she had tried, the orphanage denied her because they told her she was too sick to even care for one child. That one child was me, but we all know the real reason why we couldn't adopt Ymir was that my father was an evil pirate or something like that.

Ymir and I were inseparable, and if it weren't for us going on two different ships, we would still be together, and I wouldn't have gotten into trouble with the fishmen because she would have been there to back me up, but I'm sure even now she was facing her own difficulties. Perhaps the same ones I was facing.

As I start to progress more into the cave, I start to feel a chill creep up onto my skin, causing the hair on my arms to raise, and my skin to prickle. Along with the chilly breeze, I hear the sound of the ocean crashing up on to the shore. I must be very close to the entrance and just as I think that I round the corner and I'm greeted by the entrance of the cave.

I look out into the darkness, holding the lantern up for light. I can only see the rocks clearly and past that I can only see the dark silhouette of the swaying trees and still rocks. Slowly but surely I will remember everything about this cave, and eventually the island and once I have this place memorized and mapped out I will also plan my real escape.

Though that also means I need to build a raft in my free time, meaning I need to find out the fisherman's schedule, of what times he leaves me alone and what times he lurks nearby. I just hope by then he doesn't decide to kill me or eat me for supper by then.

Just then I'm greeted by a large gust of wind that causes me to hug the blanket to my body tightly. The wind rips right through me, and I start to shiver from the cold sensation of the chilly breeze. I then decide enough is enough and right when I'm about to head back to my so-called 'bedroom' I see a pair of shimmering brown eyes in the darkness outside the cave.

My breath catches in my throat, and unlike Levi's stormy eyes, the pair I see out in the darkness are unwelcoming, unblinking, and very cold. I stand still, unmoving just like its eyes. From what I see the creature stands in its spot, simply observing me and it doesn't try and inch closer to me. As if not wanting to enter the very cave I was in.

I swallow, and I decide to step back, and when I step back, the lantern also swings in my hand. It doesn't speak, and eventually, it also moves backwards, and not long after that, I hear a splash as it enters back into the ocean. I hate to admit it, but just now...if I had stepped out into the darkness, I would have probably become fish food again.

My back eventually comes in contact with the wall, and I slump down it, exhausted, tired, and overall frightened from another encounter with an inhuman creature. My eyes start to sting, and I glance up thinking in my head, 'Am I really going to make it out of all this alive or am I just going to die from a stupid mistake?'

I honestly don't know; I will let you make that decision.


Authors Note: Wow. Well, I had to do a lot of research with this chapter, especially when it came to the semi smut. A lot of research concerning fish...in order to inspire me to write this. *Laughs Nervously*