The legend of the seal woman

Francis was a placid subject given to the simple things of life; the war took him to the other side of the world where there was only pain, tears, suffering and a lot of blood; perhaps this shocking experience made him see the good side of things; after all, he had returned unharmed and intact what was already something to be thankful for; alone in life and without many prospects he decided to live in the Faroe Islands halfway between Scotland and Iceland where he learned the trade of carpenter taking over a small workshop whose owner had tired of the island's glamour looking for new excitement on the mainland. In the late afternoon, Francis used to have his evening meal in a modest inn run by a lady named Marion whose sweet and welcoming voice charmed the subject who did not tire of hearing her always asking for new things.
One night Francis noticed a painting hanging on the wall at the back of the inn that caught his attention; it was a half-naked woman who seemed to be taking off a kind of clothing that had fins; when asking Marion about the painting he heard the story of the seal woman; according to legend the inhabitants of the island in time immemorial believed that the seals are the "reincarnation" of humans who lost their lives by drowning in the sea. According to legend, once a year, on the eve of Kings Day, these animals gather on the coast of Mikladalur Island. During the night, they take off their seal skins, become human again and dance in the darkness.
-The legend still tells that a young fisherman stole a woman's seal clothing in order to keep her by his side hiding the garment in a chest keeping the key always in his possession; they lived for years fruiting love and children; one day while going out to fish he noticed that he was without the key and when he returned home he found himself alone with his children; on the eve of the appearance of the seal beings the woman came to the fisherman in a dream begging him not to kill his relatives which he ignored <unk> Marion continued <unk> Bom, in the end this demanded a revenge becoming a curse taking the lives of hundreds of fishermen; they will drown in the sea, some will go to falsies ... and as soon as enough men die that they can unite their arms around the whole island will continue to disappear!
Overwhelmed by the fantastic narrative, Francis was moved by what Marion sought to alleviate by offering him another cup of coffee. That night, still remembering the innkeeper's words, he wandered along the rocky beach looking at the waves coming and going in an endless cycle and thinking about the pain of that seal woman who had lost her entire family to human intolerance; suddenly he thought he saw a silhouette coming from the waters to the beach. Stunned by the image, Francis was unable to sketch any reaction by remaining motionless as the silhouette gained shape and visibility.
And when at last they stood face to face, Francis saw that it was a beautiful woman who smiled at him; he noticed that she was naked displaying a unique and special beauty; her snow-white skin contrasted with the long black hair of the night that fluttered in the taste of the cold wind that came from the sea; her face was of a captivating beauty endowed with deep blue eyes and purple lips that drew the shape of a heart; her firm, round breasts were topped by dull nipples tinged with auras from her rosy crown and her lower belly was pale and smooth. Francis still found himself seized by an inexplicable lethargy even when the woman reached out her hand to touch his delicate face in a caress that left him shivering with a feeling of growing and uncontrollable excitement!
Without thinking of anything else, Francis took off his jacket, embracing the stranger, who reciprocated by gluing her lips to theirs, ending in a long and luxurious kiss; they walked hand in hand through the deserted streets of the village until they reached Francis's workshop, where his modest residence was located in the background. They went to the room where the woman got rid of her jacket and then helped Francis to undress. With measured and affectionate gestures, she caressed the body of Francis, who was seized by countless shivers running through his body; she kissed the stranger's nipples and alternated them, licking and sucking avidly.
Francis was more surprised by her company every moment as she had every initiative to seduce him with her intriguing sensuality; little by little she began to kneel until the male's stout member was within reach of her mouth and unceremoniously began to give long licks before making it disappear by sucking it avidly; Francis was on the verge of insanity at feeling that hot and wet mouth sucking and licking his member provoking a sensory experience that he had not enjoyed for a long time; and such was the stranger's dedication to enjoying oral caress that he spared no effort in providing his partner with something ecstatic.
As soon as the enjoyment began it ended with her gently pushing the subject until he lay down on the bed allowing her to come over him; with extreme skill she took the member in one of her hands descending over him until she succeeded in a perfect fit with the mast being girded by her vulva. Francis did not contain a hallucinatory groan which made his partner open a huge smile before beginning eloquent movements up and down by spitting and swallowing the manly stick and provoking manly sensations which made Francis groan and sigh uncontrollably.
At a certain point she leaned over him offering him the breasts that Francis wasted no time in holding while taking care to savor the nipples that from so hard looked like ripe fruit. The copulation advanced into the night and the couple engaged in an intense and hallucinatory complicity with changes of position at various times; Francis covered the unknown imposing a sequence of pelvic movements so forceful that they made fun cautiously for several times always celebrating with warm and delayed kisses. It was high dawn when he announced his capitulation to the effort unleashed.
"Enjoy, my love! Make me a full and happy being!" stammered the stranger in a pleading tone, staring at her partner's crisp face.
With muscles tense and the body shaken by vigorous spasms Francis made a final effort that culminated in his vertiginous and abundant climax by irrigating the lap of his partner who also received in return a pleasure worthy of lovers enveloped by an aura of absolute complicity. Exhausted, panting and sweating without stopping they still remained engaged enjoying the ecstasy of that perfect and inexplicable communion finally fainting falling into a deadening sleep.
Francis woke up startled, jumping on the bed and looking around for confirmation that everything that had happened the night before was not just a mere dream and that that woman was not just a figment of his imagination; although he still felt in his body the price charged for the physical exertion to which he had been subjected, he needed the tangible certainty certifying something that seemed unreal.
-It was not unreal, my dear ..., so much, that I am here <unk> said the stranger emerging on the threshold of the bedroom door still displaying her stunning nudity seeming to have the gift of reading thoughts <unk> My name is Ayra and I am here for you!
Francis looked at her with a dazed expression eager for answers to the hundreds of questions that were swirling in his mind, especially whether Ayra was a seal woman. She smiled once more as she walked towards him and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Yes, my dear..., I am who you think I am! But I am here only for you..., and I need to ask you something!" she said in a sweet and gentle tone. Quickly, Francis wanted to know what she wanted to ask him and after an enigmatic silence she went on.
-I want you to make a wooden chest with an iron frame <unk> she explained extending her hand where a metal piece was lying <unk> take, this is the lock that will serve to lock the chest ..., it should be ready before the last cycle of the moon ...
"And while I'm building this chest, will you stay with me?" he asked anxiously.
-Unfortunately, no ..., but don't worry ... I will come back to you <unk> she replied caressing the carpenter's face <unk> at the end of each lunar cycle I will come to you ...
With gentle gestures, Ayra got up and walked away towards the door and in the blink of an eye disappeared without a trace. Francis still stunned by everything that had happened had the impetus to go after Ayra, but gave up knowing that he would not find her; that same night he felt like opening up to someone, but did not do so with the certainty that they would not believe him and resigned himself to meeting Ayra's request.
In the days that followed, the subject began the manufacture of the chest with the choice of wood and the elaboration of a sketch of its shape; Francis worked diligently devoting all his attention to crafting a worthy piece of value always longing for Ayra's return. And at the end of the first lunar cycle she came to meet him; his anxiety was such that he did not waste time in taking her in his arms quieting his mouth with hers in spitting kisses full of desire. Ayra surrendered to him without any hesitation reaching the point of placing herself four on the bed calling him for the first round of the awaited sexual assault.
Francis rushed his member into Ayra's hot, damp cave, which let loose some prolonged moans asking him to move forward without fear; with forceful pelvic movements and holding the female by the waist, the subject struck hallucinatingly watching his effort yield a torrent of orgasms shaking Ayra's body whose moans had turned into screams. Still thirsty for pleasure, the couple changed positions several times until Ayra placed herself between Francis' legs and began to savor his member, giving him a delirious ecstasy; the subject, in turn, thought it good to innovate and after asking Ayra to sit on her came to him in an inverted position allowing both of them to taste each other.
And the effort was of such magnitude that Francis was unable to control its climax by pouring his hot, thick charge into the bowels of Ayra who in turn enjoyed a final, mind-boggling orgasm; put out of action by yet another lustful clash they eventually fell asleep in embrace while exchanging kisses and caresses. And in the morning, the subject found himself alone again. That sweet, intoxicating, erotic interlude lasted throughout all the lunar cycles endowing the couple with a unique and special complicity; although Francis greatly feared the approach of the last lunar cycle of the year that could mean the loss of Ayra, something within him reassured him as an unheard-of certainty of what was in store for her. And when finally that moment had come he turned his mind's concern only to caring for Ayra with all his dedication.
Francis caught a glimpse of the ass delineated with an almost divine perfection and took a deep breath preparing himself to fulfill his design; he separated the rolling buttocks and with his tongue explored the void between them this caress that soon resulted in sweet laments babbled in luxurious tone; still not satisfied in his foreplay, Francis suggested that they repeat the gesture of savoring each other to which Ayra acquiesced willingly; they then enjoyed a delirious joint oral caress and soon after resumed the preparation to seal their compliance; Francis tried to be caring and caring and to achieve success in anal penetration remained immobile long enough for both to get used to this new feeling.
Then followed the most harmonious and perfect carnal conjunction between a male and a female with both enjoying a sensory experience full of hallucinatory body movements, delirious moans and an anal enjoyment that shook the body of Ayra whose reaction was to shout reaffirming her love for Francis who hearing these words rejoiced in the gift that the universe gave her. The anal copula followed its course in a masterly way with the bodies moving in unique synchrony which allowed Ayra to enjoy another stupendous enjoyment that made her surrender to exhaustion that already took care of herself and that culminated in the profuse orgasm of her bowels flooding Francis provoking a luxurious final ecstasy.
With a colossal fatigue taking over their bodies and their minds, Francis and Ayra fell asleep embracing as if they were one body; and in the morning he was surprised to see that Ayra had not left; she asked to see the chest and Francis led her to the workshop where he displayed the completed artifact with carvings on the sides as well as on the top with a tremble forged in the shape of a seal; Ayra carefully examined the object and did not hold back tears flowing down her face.
-You're perfect, my love...., a true work of art <unk> she said in a complimentary tone after hugging and kissing her partner <unk> I'll be back on the eve of Kings Day ...., don't worry ...., you won't be disappointed ...., just trust me ....
Instead of answering, Francis preferred to kiss her ardently as a way of confirming his confidence in her words. Ayra departed and as the betrothed returned on the appointed day; they lay down once more and conjured an effervescent copulation enveloped in an aura of inexplicable magic enjoying a delight synchronized with the Universe and in whose firmament reigned a haughty and proud moon. Shortly before midnight, Ayra took Francis' hand and both went to the workshop where she asked him to bring the trunk down to the shore. Beside a rocky set she withdrew from a vault approaching something that looked like a sort of clothes depositing inside the trunk asking Francis for the chair that held only a key.
He did as she asked and then handed her the key grieving over what might happen; Ayra took the key in the palm of her hand and then turned to the sea throwing it as far away as possible. "The contents of this chest no longer have any importance ...., what matters from now on is the life we will lead together until the end of our days ..., is this what you want, my love?" she asked when asked about the contents of the chest. Francis took her in his arms and smiled before kissing her. Not far away, from there Marion watched the couple and smiled taken by immense happiness; then turned his back and soon disappeared through a heavy mist that came from the sea and covered the whole island. They say that the trunk still lies somewhere on the island, for no one knows where! Not even the descendants of Francis and Ayra.
Epilogue: <unk>The bronze statue made by the Faroese sculptor Hans Pauli Olsen was unveiled in the place of origin of the legend, the town of Mikladalur on the island of Kallsoy in the Faroe Islands<unk>.