Nymph: Goddess of the Sea - Chapter 1

Nymph: Goddess of the Sea
A Movie Night Side Story

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The sun faded across the Ocean as the water glittered and danced at the edge of the beach. Oliver stood naked, staring into the sky as the moon rose, blanketing the crystal lit alter behind him. He slowly turned to face the stone slab kneeling in front of it and closing his eyes. "I am yours to guide. Claim me as your vessel of life." He whispered as lightning crackled across the night sky. Was the Ocean answering him? His life had been chaos and turmoil.  He sought a purpose and reason to live. But would the Ocean grant him that? Would he become the Goddess of the Sea? Oliver took a deep breath before crawling towards the Altar. His eyes had hazed over as if he were in a trance.  As he sat atop the candlelit stone slab, he slowly spread his legs. The tiny flames danced around his legs but did not harm him. His body began to shudder with arousal as he ran his hands down his chest. His fingers traced intricate lines on his belly before they reached his warm and ready clit. Is this how the ritual would work? Would he fuck himself for the Sea? Pursing his lips, he continued rubbing his clit in tiny circles, moaning quietly. "Is this what you want? My body as an offering?" He gasped between pulses of pleasure that ran up his spine. He kept going, leaning back on one arm while rubbing his soaked pussy with the other. Lightning dashed across the sky again as Oliver plunged two fingers into his hot needy vagina. He stroked his insides in rhythm to the waves of the Ocean. Sensation overwhelmed his body, pushing him closer to climax. Nature reacted all around him, the brewing storm clashing to met his moans. Once pushed over the edge he came hard, collapsing on the stone altar. As he lay there, he began to feel weightless as if nothing in the world mattered anymore. He was everything and nothing at the same time. Without realizing it, something in the air had picked him up. He was now floating above the wet stone altar in an erotically bent position. Was this is? Was he now in a seat of power? But at what cost?

As the sun rose in the morning, Oliver came to feel as if he was glowing. He slowly got up and walked towards the water that lapped at the beach's edge. As Oliver waded into the Sea, he felt a familiar embrace and familiar arousal wrap itself around him. He smiled as he continued deeper into the water before laying back and relaxing. The water's push and pull groped at his body in a way he'd not felt before. This was home, and he was safe here. He was in control here and had power here. But what next? A Power like this is not given without sacrifice. The word E-N-D-U-R-E penetrated his mind over and over since the experience. He knew what he must do. He would bring lovers here and offer their combined sexual dance to the Sea. 

Oliver sat in his dark green victorian gothic living room pondering his options. The ritual site was not exactly simple to get to. How would he convince people to follow him there? To trust him there? As his mind wandered, it rolled back to the traumatic experience with his first ex Johnny. The abuse he suffered at his hands and the suicide attempt that left him with a large scar down his sternum. But could he let Johnny touch him like that again and fill him with his seed again? Maybe it would ease the pain to sacrifice him and their combined fluids to his diety. But would Johnny be so easily manipulated? Frowning, he shook his head, but deep down his body missed his intimate touch. He still cared deeply for Johnny. Although wanting to move on it was decided, his first victim would be the person who almost killed him.