The Red Eel: The Tongue Of The Lake

There was a strange fish that lived in this lake, a type of Red Eel, which the locals called Delphina, the 'tongue of the lake'.     One day Tomek encountered it on a swim.   It was as big as a human, with a moist, reddish, skin that was slightly electric, as some eels are.   It was shaped like a snake writhing and twisting.   

It had a mouth like a pufferfish, with swollen, thick lips, that gaped at him, opening and closing endlessly, the way fish lips do.    But its tongue was again like that of snakes, long and forked, darting in and out.   In its eyes you could see great intelligence, like a dolphin.   (Indeed, islanders often called it the 'red dolphin', due the way it interacted with humans. )  It circled now round and round Tomek, seemed to be laughing coyly, and then turned and sped off.     

Soon he was chasing it here or there, as it played with him.    He became aware that this eel was distinctly female, in character and sex, and she led him to the center of the lake, where the warm currents from the underground wells rose up.   It would brush up against him, nudging him, and then retreat to such depths below he could not reach.    Here he chased her in circles as she darted too and fro, and then finally caught her in his arms, grasping her in a bear hug.    She seemed to laugh and emitted a high dolphin-like sound.     But then she wriggled and writhed against him like a snake, slipping out of his grasp.   He began to think that she owned the lake, that she was the tongue of the lake.    

Again and again he chased, played with, grasped this slithery tongue-fish.    At one point, he pinned her down in the deep against some red rocks.   It was a strange sensation, but after awhile he had to leave her to come up for air.

The Eel held its head up out of the water staring at him.    Its puffer lips opened and closed, opened and closed, repeatedly,  in the same endless rhythm.  Tomek was hypnotized by this.   He could see right down that pink, undulating, muscled throat, sucking in air.   Perhaps it was just because he hadn't been with a woman in so long, but he could well imagine his man-part in it.

When he  tired, he simply floated and looked at her, with her swollen red, pufferfish lips gaping, opening and closing in perfect 'O's, her snake tongue darting now and then.   Then the tongue of the lake went down.   Under the water, he could feel its long darting tongue licking the length of his man-member, bringing him to an erection.   He reached for its head, and floated in the water this way, looking up, think of those lips opening and closing.   Then the pufferfish opened her swollen lips and eased his manhood all the way in.   Tomek felt those pulpy lips contract and dilate strongly around him, like O-rings, as he floated in the warm waters, head back, his hands lightly on the fishes head.   The great thing about fish is that they never have to come up for air.     

The sun was setting then and the moon rose, illuminating his face, all that was visible of the pair above the water.    The song of the lake began, and while his fish sucked in rhythmic, never ending waves, as tireless as only fish-mouths can be, he listened to the maiden's chants, coos, moans, babbling, droning, snarls, wails, screams and yodels, punctuated by the wild cat screams, the loon, and the sounds of other couples.     

Tomek heard that lovely maiden singing and wailing in the distance.   And he imagined that the puffer lips of this puffer fish were the lips of that lovely maiden, whose very voice now hung in the chants over the lake.

Somewhere in that symphony, the pufferfish milked him, as he starts coming in wave after wave like the water, his own bass groans joining all the others around the lake.