Oceans between

Author:KaySan
Pairing:Maia/Killian
Warning:Mature content, Incest
A/N: Blame Drac and our Naga (yaoi)RP for this fiction.

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The Oceans rushing was quiet in this windless Fullmoon night. Slight waves in deep black and blue were crowned with light as they pulsed, like the steady cadence of a heart deep within the Water’s depth’s, against the sandy shore of the hidden bay. Secret. Forbidden. Cursed was the bay called by those living close.
A high rock, thrusting out of the sheer and into the ocean like a sword, parting and breaking the waves of the surf at ist bottom with a gurgling rush, and ontop a building made of stone and wood. Weathered by the age old forces of water and wind, nagging and biting at them, the house stood proud, as if daring the wind to blow harder, and the water to crash faster against his solids. Artificial light emmiting from a single window illuminated the from stone carved stairs that lead down to the sandy shore.

A single figure sat at the beach and let the waters wash around her feet as she looked out to the open water. Many times the young womans eyes were drawn towards the sea, feeling eyes of something, someone upon her and watching over her and yet never found her searching eyes the owner of this stare she felt.

Her blond hair shimmered in the pale blue moon light, wet from her quick dip under the waters surface. Laying back on the sand she closed her eyes and remembered the tales about this bay, that she often had heared. Never has she believed those scary tales the old women and men told everyone that wished to hear, or was unlucky to sit to close in the old village tavern. Monster’s, Naga’s, Demon’s of the sea’s, with fangs and snakelike tails, would pull everyone that neared the bay into the deep waters to drown them.
But never since she visited her grandfather atop the bay, or lived here since his death, she had seen such a mystical creature.


White hair surfaced from the water as he emerged from the depth, and hid behind a single rock, cast out into the waters infront of the beach. Ocean colored eyes, in blue and green and turqoise, spotted her at her favorite place. Long had he watched her from afar. Had hr seen the pretty little girl ,that played in the sand with little hermit crabbs, grow into a beautiful young woman.
Having been a mere child like her he hadn’t understood why he always longed to watch whenever he noticed her visiting her Grandfather atop of the rocks.

He didn’t have much time left. Soon he’d have to leave, forever that was as sure as the Oceans’s tidal movements. Pushing himself of the rock with a powerful move of his scaled tail he swam closer. Never had he been that close to her even if he had longed for it for years.
Slowly he slithered over the shore’s ground towards her. Rivulets of water cascaded down his tanned body as he left the sanctuary of the ocean to aproached the woman.
Blue grey eyes snapped open as drops of water hit her thigh, where no water should be able to reach, and what she saw made her heart stop. The silhouette of a beeing , leaning over her, outlined by the bright moon behind him. A man, yet no man. Human from hip upward, but a grey, with blue and turqoise shimmering scales , tale downward’s.
Her eyes locked with his, mesmerized by the shimmer of light that flickered over his pupils as he slithered closer. His beautiful long white hair was crowned with a twisted band of gold, that emerged in and out of his long tresses, telling of a royal heritage.

Her lips parted to protest as his body covered hers, but found that no sound left her mouth. Silenced by the beauty of this creature. Clawed hands slid caressing over her arm, causing shiveres to run over her body.

She should protest against his caresses, agaisnst his lower body being pressed between her legs, against the lips that decended down her neck to rain kisses and sweet nips upon it, but she did not. Trusting him even if they had never met eye to eye before, she knew that it was him that had watched over her all those years, from the sea.

With shy touches he let his hand ghost over her sides, fearing that this could be a dream that dissapears if touched to harsh, like so many times.
Pressing his lower body closer to the warmth of her core a groan ripped from his throat as felt the dampness of her folds seep through the thin cloth of her bikini.

Finaly the blond was able to tear her eyes from his godly body only to let her eyes wander down to where she felt something press against her center. From a slit atop of a bulge under his scaled lower body, his manhood rose, already covered in a thin layer of precum.
The tip of his tail sneaked into her vision as it hooked into the waistband of her bikini bottom and pulled the last garnment between them down, revealing her moist sweetness that he craved for.

Groaning as her sweet scent rose to his nose he grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head. Crashing his lips down on hers his tongue pushed into her awaiting mouth to roam the hot cavity, tasting, exploring her.
Strong muscles moved under his skales as he pushed her legs further apart and sunk with a low moan into her tight heat. Now sheathed in her slickness he found he could barely move for the wonder of it.

“ I’ve dreamt....to be inside you.” She could hear his voice shake with wonder. A low and soothing voice that could drone as loud as the ocean itself yet could make any woman melt at the same time.

Freed from the shock of being buried in her sweetness at last - the realisation of a desperately recurring dream he had thought could never be made flesh - he began to move in earnest, making her gasp as he found his rhythm. He spread his lean chest across hers, taking in the sweet scent of her skin and her sun colored hair. Entwinding his clawed fingers with hers his movements became stonger and deeper and as her answering thrusts against him become more frenzied they both moaned in their pleasure. His stong tail curled under her back pushing her flush against his body as the tip of his tail slid over her hips and down to the tight hot bud of her arousal, feeling her wetness against his tip, feeling himself as he drove in and out of her.
Their soft cries built with the mounting sensations, and it was impossible, now that it had begun, that this first and only coupling should last very long. There was to much need, to much desire long denied that raced for fulfilment now. His manhood pounded into her as she gripped him tighter and tighter the harder he thrusted into her and her body’s thrilling response. The gasps that tore from her throat told him that this was all she wanted, that his being inside her was fulfilling a need as deep as his own. Flicking the tip of his tail repeatedly over her hardened nub he sent her into a breathtaking climax. He wanted this to last forever, but the unbearable pleasure of her heat twiching around him bested him and suddenly he was spurting his gift deep into her awaiting womb
For the briefest of stolen moments they teetered on the brink of eternity before they colapsed back into the now and onto the wet sand as he withdrew from her with a groan. They lay, gasping for air until he reached for her flushed face and brushed his lips over hers tentatiavely.
His eyes shone with something, that he didnt dare to voice, yet was a reflection of his very soul’s emotion before he turned his head towards the sea as if a signal had reached his ear that only he could hear.
In a last desperat act he kissed her one more time, passion and love lying within the kiss before he pushed himself off her with a silent sob and jumped back into the waves that had washed around their love making.

Her body still hummed from the earth shattering sensation that had washed over her as she watched the tail flick through the air and dissapear into the depth of the ocean.

Had that really just happened, that wild love making on the sandy shore? The dull pain that spread from between her legs, as she sat up, certainly was a indication that it happened. Pulling her bikini bottom up again she stumbled through the cooling sand and up the carved stairs to her house where she locked the door and slumped against it. Sob’s wrecking through her body as she remembered the softness of his touch, the sweet kisses and the sadness in his eyes as he left her. Wrapping her arms around her stomach she cried silently into the night, not sure if he had forced himself on her or if she had given herself willingly to him.

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The ocean had been unruely the last days , reflecting the turmoil beneath it’s surface, that’s been raging for days.
The blond hadn’t left the house, let at least visited the beach below the rock ever since that night. Memories of her act of passion with the unknown being still vivid in her mind.
She tried to forget that night, and the beautiful man who had made passionate, untamed love to her, but there was something that reminded her. A slight swelling of her belly where, as she noticed it infront of the mirror, she immediatly had thought that she was pregnant, but there couldn’t be traces of a pregnacy after just a few days. With a shook of her head she pushed the thoughts aside and continued with her work. Painting.

The main focus of her paintings was on the Ocean ever since she started painting for money but after that night she was even more fascinated with it. And to her mesmerizing way of painting under water pictures were beautiful mystical creatures added.
One of her newest paintings was a big iris of an eyes. Dark blue, silver and green, turqois, every color present in the ocean was reflected in that simple painting.
With a slow, thoughtfull stroke she added another color before she put the brush down to sip on her camomile tea. She’d felt an aching and pinching in her belly where the swelling was.
Over the last weeks it had grown and, feeling hard to the touch, she started to worry.

Wearing only a bathrobe after her long and hot bath she just wanted to close her terrace door as a excruciating pain shot through her lower body and her legs gave out
Colapsing to the wooden floor she knelt on all four’s and groaned in pain. She could feel something pushing against her entrance from inside of her, trying to get out.
The blond rolled to the side crying in agony as her most privat place felt like it would be torn apart.
A thunder rolled over the ocean mingled with a ear piercing scream as the thing pushed past her folds and rolled between her legs. As soon as the pain began it had ended, and left her feeling strangely empty and drained.

She wanted to know what had left her body in that agonizing way but also feared it. Pushing her weakened body from the floor she sat up and looked between her legs where it had landed with a silent thud.

Between her parted thighs, glistering with the body’s natural lubricant and blood rested a cream colored egg. Judging from it’s size she should have split in two while pressing it out of her body. She felt disgusted that this thing had been inside of her but at the same time it fascinated her.

The egg suddenly twiched and cracked causing her to almost jump back when it broke open and a blond baby unrolled from his fetal possition. Only as big as two hands.
He opened his dark eyes and wailed loudly, waving his arms around like he wanted to gain her attention.
“Ahh...little baby..don’t cry..” She looked helplessly around for any sighn of what she should do. The baby boy cried harder, his eyes fixed on her face. Finally overcoming her fear she lifted he boy up and pressed him to her chest. The bitter cry stopped immediatly and dimmed to a silent whimper before it died fully and the baby stared up into her face.
“ Who are you?” Her whispered question was directed at the baby, but she expected no answer from a beeing so small and young. Yet there lay wisdome in his eyes that a newborn couldn’t posessed. “ I guess i’ll have to name you little one, eh?”
The little baby boy crooned happily as he was carried by her. “ I like the name Kirill... So i’ll name you Kirill, then.”

Tiredness washed over her exhausted body and she moved to her bedroom where she dressed the baby in one of her old Tee- Shirt’s and placed him on one side of the bed.
Laying herself to rest next to the baby she was surprised, how comfortable she felt next to the little creature.

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As the next morning arrived and the bright and warm light of the sun filtered through the window, she would have continued laying like this, wrapped up in a blanket and the soft sounds of the ocean in the back, if not for a hand that patted her face and the quiet giggle.

Her eyes snapped open as the rememberance of the night before flooded back to her.
The baby boy sat next to her and smiled, but he was no baby anymore. Next to her wasn’t the little newborn that she had lay down to sleep but a small child that looked like he was three years of age.

“ Kirill?..Oh my god.. What ...” She sat up and eyed the little boy that crawled into her lap and hugged her, burrying his face in the crook of her neck. Hugging the boy reluctantly back she whispered a low “ What are you, Kirill?”
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It had been Month’s since the fateful night at the beach and almost equally long since Kirill stepped into her live.
Only months ago he was a little newborn but now he was a young man almost grown and oh how similar he looked to his father.
The same color of hair, same face and the same eyes like the beautiful Naga that had lain with her. Even if Kirill had two legs like a normal human, she had soon found out that he shared another similarity with his father. He could morph his lower body to the same snake tail that his father posessed.

Often had she to tear her eyes of him when he stood upon the rock and stared out to the ocean. His white hair whipping around his face in the wind that blew over the cliff.
It was strange for her to live - at just 23 years of age- with him, where only month’s ago she hadn’t even thought of having a child to tend to, let at least to the child of a Naga, that grew from newborn to adolescence within 6 months. But it was not just his rapid growing that was strange but also his behaviour. Often would she catch him looking at her like he tried to search her soul before his eyes darted away again.
On other days the youth would sit with her and ask her questions about everything and nothing, and they’d sit for hours to talk until Kirill would stand up, kiss her cheek good night and dissapear into the room that was his.

She didn’t knew what she was to him. Even if he had grown inside of her they didn’t share the same intense bond that a Parent and child should have. Wether it was the fact that he’d grown so fast or the fact that Kirill never called her mother or anything akin to that, but by her name, Maia, that she didn’t know.

On most evenings he’d sit down on the couch, turn the TV on a quiet volium and watch how she painted, a smile tugging on his beautiful lips everytime she’d turn around to smile at him.
Soon she found herself thinking of Kirill in a way that she shouldn’t. Images of his arms wrapped around her, or his lips caressing her skin were torturing her at nights, keeping her from a peaceful sleep, but in the mornings she couldn’t remember if she saw Kirill’s face or the face of his father, hovering abover her as they had sex.

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“ Is it done?” Kirils smooth voice whispered behind her as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, resting his head on her shoulder as he looked at her newest painting.
Enjoying the comfortable warmth, his body emmited, far to much she nodded. “ Yes, almost. I just need to accentuate some highlights, then it’s done!”

Long lean fingers reached for the wet shimmering paint, but never touching the canvas, he voiced his questiong that had swirrled in his mind ever since he lay eyes upon the painting.
Dominated by black and blue was the only highlight a beautiful man, partialy hidden by a rock.
“ Who is that?” His breath tickled over her exposed neck and she had to surpress a shiver that threatened to run down her body. “ Just... someone!”

It was not right, that she felt like this in his presence, she told herself repeatedly in her mind.
She wriggled out of his embrance “ It’s late. I’ll go to sleep and you shouldn’t stay awake to long either, Kirill.” Poking his side with a smile she retreated to her room.

Sleep didn’t come for Maia this night. The memories of the fatefull night replaying before her inner eyes again and again, arousing her highly until her breath came out only in pants as she pressed her thighs together to create more friction.
She couldn’t hold back anymore. To long she had denied herself the sweet touches that she craved for, out of fear Kirill could hear her or suddenly walk in, but the longing to feel that incredible pleasure again had grown to be unbearable.
Slowly her hand snuck further south, over her slight belly to dip low into her sleeping pants and between her legs. A quiet moan escaped her parted lips as she stroke over her already dampened folds and as she realized that she snapped her mouth shut again. Fearing that Kirill could have heared.

Little did she know that across the corridor, just a few steps from her room, Kirill tossed and turned in his light sleep, as part of him, burried deep inside, struggled to surpass the boundaries of counciousness as the faint sweet sounds reached his subcouciousness.
Kirill’s eyes snapped open suddenly. Turqoise myst swirling within his blue green orbs as they finally found focus in reality, he sat up and swung his legs over the edge. Looking to his door and yet not seeing it , he stood up.

Face turned to the side to muffle her moans with the fluffy pillow, she stroke herself fast, teasing the swollen pink bundle of nerves.
With a last stroke she arched her back and , biting on her lips to not scream out in pleasure, climaxed. Drowned in pleasure with her body humming in the aftermath she didnt notice the pair of eyes staring at her half exposed and flushed body.

What a sight she gave to him. Legs spread wantonly with a hand still burried in her pants. Her Tee-Shirt was pushed up, revealing the creamy skin on her stomach and ribs.

Pulling her hand from her pants she wore a content smile on her face when a sudden groan from the door pulled her back into reality like a bucket with ice cold water that was emptied over her heated body.
“ Kirill..” The soft shocked whisper as she spotted him, standing in the door only clad in boxer shorts, and his eyes fixed on her body. He pushed himself from the Doorframe he leaned against and stepped closer to the bed to sit down at the edge of her bed. “ Can i ... stay with you tonight?” If he hadn’t sat that close to her she would have missed the quiet question and the slight tremor in his voice.
Her body didn’t move, his presence was to overwhelming, pressing her down onto the matress even without touching her. “ You..you shouldn’t...I..”
Kirill put his hands on the matress on each side of her shoulders and leaned down. “ Why not?” Before she could even give a reason why they shouldnt, why it was wrong, his lips descended down upon hers, kissing her desperatly, passionatly, for all he was worth and wrapped his strong arms around her form.

Gods Kirill , please don’t.. for i can’t trust myself tonight, Maia thought wretchedly, as he continued his sweet ministrations. She was so busy trying to muster her strength, fight through her guilt, that for a moment she didn’t realise his kisses had changed. But suddenly she registered that he was holding the back of her head with both hands and his mouth was moving restlessly, desperately over her face, tongue touching her skin, her lips, teeth nipping at her mercilessly, his breath coming in short, hot gasps.

„Kirill," she said with the last remains of self-control she possessed, „Kirill no."
She tried to pull away to speak some sense to him, and saw that his beautiful eyes had become clouded like a heavy storm over the ocean.

“ Please, say nothing, just kiss me!” he whispered and when he pressed his loucious mouth against hers a shiver ran over her body.
As their lips met again he let out a deep groan, like one released during the age old dance of bodies, and she sighed sweetly into his mouth.
He gathered her to him, her body sinuous like a cat’s, so their tongues could meet again, tasting the sweet warmth inside.

Their need escaped them both in ragged moans and pants that made them wrap their bodies to each other tightly so he could feel the swelling of her breasts against him, her nipples hard through her shirt, rubbing teasingly against his bare chest. He slid his hand down her body to feel the soft tender globes of her buttocks beneath his hands, then slipped one hand around to dip past the waistband of her pants between her thighs, her entrance honeyed and aching for his touch. His fingers slid inside her as she moaned against his mouth, so ready and wanting it seemed but only a few moments after she had cried out her release.
“ So sweet, so hot...Maia” He whispered helplessly. She couldnt bear to hear him say her name. It reminded her of their betrayal. His errection, hard as a rock pressed unerring between her thighs as he rubbed her still verly sensitive clit. Wasn’t she his mother? The one that gave birth to him, or rather to the egg he hatched off?

Her eyes sprung open in realization. “ Kirill..Kirill no..im your mother!” It was not the cry of a dissapointed lover but a woman that thought of him as her offspring.
Kirill pulled back and their eyes meet. “ Mother? Nay, that you are not...” She recognized a deep turmoil reflecting in his eyes, that shook his heart, soul and mind. Not understanding himself why he had said that or why this burning desire for her existed within him.

He pushed himself off her forcefully and staggered away from the bed shaking with need. As he turned to look at her she saw something akin to understanding. “ I..have to go.”
Before she understood what he meant, what depth his words had, he turned around and sprinted down the corridor. The front door falling shut with a loud thud.

“ Oh god..Kirill!” Following him out of her room and to the front door, she stopped dead in her tracks as she caught sight of his white hair floating in the water under the rock. His strong muscled tail moved him fast through the water before he dove under the surface and then he was gone, like a stray wisp of moonlight returned to heaven.

She felt drained off all of her energy. With the last strenght she could muster she returned to her bedroom where she colapsed to her bed and cried untill her lungs ached.

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After two days Kyrill still hadn’t returned and Maia’s eyes were red and puffy from all the crying. Her hope , that he’d return again got smaller and smaller with every passing hour.
Spending her time sitting on the floor at the window front and staring out to the Ocean all she could think off was the beautiful boy, or rather man that had stormed out of her house.
His eyes as he realized what they he had done reminded her so much of his father. Beautiful mesmerizing and haunting.

The people in the city werent helping to distract her either. As she drove to the small city to shop groceries ,she was reminded of Kirill and his father everywhere. Paintings of the mythical creatures were in almost every shop window, advertising for beer, or a statue as tourist attraction in the park. Everyone in the city earned money, using them but at the same time they were feared.

She managed to avoide the elder women that always sat outside of the cafe and watched everyone and all. Their nosy questions, and sharp tongues were something that she didn’t want to live through right now. Hurrying back over the small rocky path that lead to her house she could feel the tears welling again the closer she got to the bay, and when she stopped at the house the tears were rolling over her cheeks.
It pained her to be alone inside of the house where she had lived with Kyrill, where she’d seen him grow up to a beautiful man within a few months.

Only now the realisation about their strange relationship to each other sunk in and created a evern greater confusion. They had lived in that house more like friends than like a mother with her child, even as he’d still been a child, Kirill had acted more like a friend to her.
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“ Maia..Maia...look!!” Kirill’s white hair wiped in the wind as the boy stood upon the rock in the midst of the waves. The blond looked from her book up and lauged as he jumped with a splash into the water. His grey tail shimmering in blue and green as it dissapeared under the waves, Within few seconds he surfaced form under water only few meters away from her. He slithered out of the water and as soon as he was on the beach his tail morphed back into the pair of legs. Maia put her book away and grinned at him. “ How was the water Kirill?” the white haired beauty grinned slyly back. “ hmm...wanna feel?” The 12 year old jumped on her and snuggled his dripping wet body against her, from the sun heated, in a bikini clad, body.
She squeeled and fell backwards with Kirill on top, who tried to tickle her. They had a short fight that Maia won with ease. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled his shoulder to her chest, cuddling him. “ You evil little boy.” Only later she had noticed his hands were resting on her sides and that his eyes darted repetedly to her ample chest.

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A heavy storm raged over the coast, making high waves crash against the rock and the bay. The small form of Maia lay curled up in a thin blanket on the couch and stared out over the rock and the unruely ocean. The world outside seemed to reflect her thoughts and emotions where now also the worry for Kirill mingled with them.

Her eyes closed and she tried to focus on the thought that he was able to breath under water and was probably better off without her than with her.
The crash of another thunder made her jump in surprise and clench her eyes shut, not noticing the faint clack as the door closed again.

She felt eyes upon herself. The familiar prickling on the nape of her neck that someone watches her. Like that many times on the beach when she’d feel eyes watching her. As she opened her eyes her heart stopped.

“ Kyrill..” her whispered , breathy voice ripped through the night, even with the thunders clasping through the sky.

The corners of his mouth tugged upwards in a gentle smile before it vanished again and he closed his eyes. “Im Kyrill...yet not Kyrill.”
Only now she noticed the changes in kyrills appearance. The youthfull, careless expression on his face had dissapeared and was replaced with something else, something older. Something that made him look exactly like his father. Not only in appearance.

She didnt know what he meant. Slowly sitting up and never loosing eye contact with his mesmerizing ones she tried to figure out what he had meant.
He took a step closer, and right as the sky was illuminated by a bright lightning his lower body changed and morphed into the grey green snake tail that she knew from his father.

His long smooth fingers traced her cheekbones. “Im Kyrill..and at the same time i am not. I’m also Killian, the one who loved you for so long, who made love to you upon that beach.”
“ What do you mean. I... I don’t understand.”
Lowering himself he pushed her back to lay down and surprisingly to both of them she didn’t fight it. “ From the very first moment i saw you, when i was a child, i fell in love with you.” His lips ghosted over her ear, barely touching. “ I knew i would die soon, i had to finally act upon my feelings, please forgive me. “ Drawing back his eyes locked with hers, a hint of desperacy glowing within. “ In a act of selfish love i gave myself to you. My..what you would call..clone..to you. With every Memory, every emotion that was me up to that point, beeing spilled inside of you.”
Her body shuddered at his words. Memories of their passionat night flashing through her mind. Killian noticed the almost non existent Tremor.
“ Forgive me for causing you pain, for forcing you to raise me but i saw no other way to be with you. My body died in that night after we parted. Protecting the shores and my people from the Nagas of the abyssal plain.but my memory..this body that you named Kyrill, but is actually Killian, survived. I wanted to survive to be with you.”

His hair had fallen around her like a veil, shielding her face and forcing her eyes to stay focused on his face. With trembling hands she touched her fingers to his face, tracing his jaw with a featherly touch before her thumb touched his soft lips. His warm breath flew over her fingers as he exhaled, body taunt with anticipation.
“Killian...” She let his name roll over her tongue, testing how it sounded from her lips and she found that when she spoke his name, a cozy warmth spread from her heart, like in that night they made love.
“ So that is your name...Killian.” As a warm and gentle smile graced her lips.

“ I love you Maia.” He leaned closer until they shared breath. Their noses barely touching.
As her hands touched his biceps to feel the warmth of his skin under her palm she knew it was him. That he was Kyrill and Killan, and that she loved him.
“ I love you too, Killian.”
As if a dam broke down crushed Killian his lips down on hers. Caressing and tasting like the first time they had kissed.


THE END (or not?)
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