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eBook Category: Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: Who says true love waits? True love makes waves! Able to swim with the Orca as their king or walk the earth as a regal, sensual man, Chief Tamanass "Big Tom" Tyee, has awaited the return of his true love for over a hundred years. Marian Wines is nursing a broken heart and a bad case of the horny-lonelies as she embarks on a sunset whale watching excursion. She steps onto the fair vessel Solar Flare expecting an interesting and educational cruise. She steps off the vessel, mesmerized by the mystical nature of her contact with the rogue male Orca known as Ghost Father. Meeting by chance in the forest after Marian's car dies, she finds herself strangely drawn to the well-spoken handsome Native American man who comes to her rescue at the end of a forgotten "Lover's Lane" tucked away deep in the woods. Big Tom exposes the binding threads of their connection in the form of sexually stirring and wildly intimate vision quests. More than just learning a new way to interpret the phrase whale rider, Marian's journey of discovery reveals to her who she was in a past life-and who she really is in the present. The Orca King is one whale of a romance!

eBook Publisher: Atlantic Bridge/Liquid Silver Books, Published: 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2005

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Words: 23370
Reading time: 66-93 min.
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ISBN: ISBN 1-59578-157-9

Marian had no interest in going up to the top deck once the ferry began to move. An hour drive followed by a three-hour wait had left her exhausted and mussed. Her hair was flat, her neck sore and with the number of small children piling out of SUV's on the car deck eager to explore the ferry, she knew she was better off taking a nap.

She'd won a tribal casino's "Whale Watching Excursion Holiday", a three-day all-expenses paid weekend for two. Sadly, she had been forced to take the trip alone prior to its expiration. It was a use-it-or-lose-it kind of thing. She psyched herself up for this mini-vacation away from her busy but sadly unfulfilling 'real world.' No office. No cell phone. No computer. No Wyatt.

Of course, there was no Wyatt, anyway. Dumped two months prior to the bloody day by her boyfriend of nearly a year, Marian was nursing a broken heart and considered herself amongst the walking wounded. A weekend away might be just the ticket to kick-start the recovery process. She hoped.

The car deck cleared of pedestrians, save for a few stern-faced old men in blue mechanics uniforms putzing around with their tool boxes--not a very reassuring sight when mid-passage.

Marian closed her eyes, fantasizing about her upcoming cruise escorted by the same company hired for exterior shots for the first "Free Willy" movie. "I hope I get to see lots of whales."

She giggled. Hmmm ... maybe I'll meet a man. A 'Free Willy' fan, or an islander who lives only to pleasure mainland tourists. I wonder if I'll recognize him at the ferry landing. I hope he has all his teeth. She pulled her jacket over her arms. Willy's willing willy. God, I need a man.

She reclined her car seat and fell immediately into a deep sleep.

She knew she was dreaming. It was too good to be real.

She was bathed in sunlight, yet felt afloat. The cool water caressed her naked flesh with the touch of an experienced lover. The sun's heat on her belly sent tendrils of desire through her legs and arms. Her eyes closed, she welcomed smooth, slick hands as they brushed across her breasts and retreated into her lower regions. Fingers slid into her, bringing forth her own wetness to mingle with that of the ocean upon which she rested. Skillful fingers manipulated her clitoris. Her orgasm came immediately; she bucked against the fingers, pushing them deep inside her.

She reached for a head, shoulders ... any other part of her lover. His lips kissed their way up her belly, across her breasts, to her mouth. His kisses were hungry, needful things. She could feel his penis, swollen and hard against her thighs. She opened her legs, inviting him inside her.

She stifled a gasp as he plunged deeply, his thick member filling her, stretching her boundaries between pleasure and pain. She'd never had a man fill her so.

She arched her back as his thrusts grew in strength. She wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him on. He was so deep inside her she thought she could taste his salt on her tongue. With each plunge the shaft of his penis teased her clitoris to new heights. She pulled on his neck, urging their lips to join. She achieved orgasm again, his tongue in her mouth. She sucked at it as if it were the beast inside her.

He came forcefully, pinioning her against the bed of waves. She had no choice but to break their kiss as he pulled away to vocalize his pleasure. The moans a man might make were joined by a sound she did not recognize. A higher-pitched, melodic sound.

She wanted to open her eyes. She tried, but he kissed them closed.

They sank under the waves together, still joined in sexual union. Belly to belly they floated downward, their mouths locked together, sharing a single breath.

His once rock-hard member slid from her as they descended. She wanted him, again. Her eyes still closed, she wrapped her arms around his muscular torso, feeling her way down his body with her face. He swam upward, pulling them once again onto their bed of light and water.

Her mouth found his penis.

She felt it stiffen and grow at the flick of her tongue. Her hands stroked the shaft while she mouthed the thickening head. His clever fingers tugged at her dark auburn pubic hair, and again slid into her, this time from behind.

With great ease, he lifted her atop him, her mound over his face. While she kissed his penis, dreaming only of impaling herself upon it, he kissed her clitoris, inserting his tongue into her vagina again and again, then flicking it around her anus.

She could wait no longer. "I need you now."

"I need you, always," he replied.

She pulled away from his warm embrace and turned. She lowered her hips to his, enveloping his penis with her eager body. Pushing her clitoris against his shaft with her fingers, she bucked and rode him with a vengeance.

An orgasm shivered inside her. She quickened her pace, manipulating herself at the same time. He grasped her hips, helping her meet his deep thrusts, pressing her atop him as his own climax built.

This time as she came, it was not her voice that rang out in ecstasy. A new, penetrating, exciting sound emitted from her soul. It was his song--the harmonious, tranquil melody her lover had sung. As he achieved orgasm, he joined her, harmonizing perfectly. Riding together on the waves, they sang of their love until both collapsed, exhausted, sated and tingling.

At last, in the post-coital glow of their passion storm, she opened her eyes. The sun's reflection on the water made it difficult for her to see his face. She smelled his musk. Tasted him on her lips. Heard his slow, steady breaths. But she could not see his face.

Marian awoke startled as a group of children ran past her car.

She felt like she'd had sex. Good sex. It had been quite awhile since she'd had really good sex. Certainly not with Wyatt. Not near the end.

She started her car. The ferry had docked.

Her sunset whale watching excursion at hand, Marian stood at the prow of the Solar Flare, enjoying the heat and spray. The sun's late afternoon rays made the calm surface of the bay shine like a thousand Christmas tree lights. The wind tossed her hair and cooled her sun-kissed face. She raised her arms relishing the force of the boat's motion against the open waters embrace her like a lover. Marian felt alive. Refreshed. The boat ride was invigorating. In the brilliant sun, even the shadows locked in her heart diminished.

Kim, the Solar Flare's exuberant guide, chatted away while looking out across the sound through binoculars. "We've got a transient--a rogue male--coming about these waters lately. He's a big one, too. The Makah call him ta-chaw doo-wegs--Ghost Father. He's old, probably as old as ninety years. He has distinctive saddle markings that have not yet been identified with any pod of Orcas from British Columbia to California. And he's popular with the ladies. We've spotted him with L and J Pods. We think he's sired about a half-dozen calves, so far."

"Where does he go when he's not wooing the ladies?" Marian asked.

"We're not sure. He doesn't seem to travel with any of our indigenous pods. He's playing the field."

"Do the other males mind him cutting in like that?" Marian continued.

"They actually defer to him. They seem to know he's special. We watched two young males actually chase salmon toward Ghost Father last week. Those boys, Ruffles and Cappuccino, were feeding him. And they were the alpha and beta males until he showed up."

"I hope we get to see him," Marian said, returning her attention to the horizon.

The captain's voice boomed from a loudspeaker. "If you think of the boat as a clock, with the bow of the boat pointing toward twelve, you'll see a group of whales at two o'clock. They're coming this way. I'm going to kill the engines and let us drift toward them."

The passengers and crew lined the starboard side of the Solar Flare.

"I see them," Kim said.

"Where?" the group responded in unison.

"In between the land and that white boat. Think like you're looking at a clock--they're at two o'clock."

Moments later a shining black and white sea beastie rose from the depths, splashing its head down hard against the waters. The spray shot up like a cannon ball.

"They're fishing!" Kim exclaimed, as her charges 'ooo'ed and 'aww'ed at the awesome sight. "That is not play. They're stunning the salmon by slapping the water. It's a common misconception."

"I see six fins. We're in a pod," Marian said softly.

"We are! It's a good day for whale watching. The salmon are running, the straight is flat and clear and the sun is behind us," Kim replied. "I never tire of this."

The group stood in awe of the Orca for several minutes. A young female breached the surface several times, flipping, spy-hopping, her tail splashing over and over.

"Amazing," Kim said. "That's Mocha. She's trying to attract a male."

"For sex?" Marian asked.

"Yep. She's ready to mate. We may be witness to something very special today, folks."

"Whale sex. Huh. At least someone's getting some," Marian said.

The all-female group laughed in unison. "Maybe we should jump in and see if we can get lucky. I assume a male Orca isn't hung like a hamster!" one of them replied.

Kim giggled. "Yeah, but they only last about thirty seconds, if you know what I mean."

Marian shrugged. "So much for that fantasy."

"Well, the female Orcas don't seem to mind. They keep coming back for more, after all!" Kim replied. "Especially when Ghost Father is around. He has a harem."

"Every man's fantasy," Marian whispered.

Kim held up her binoculars. "Ah, the ladies are circling. A male must be approaching." She spoke into her radio. "Captain, would you please switch on the hydrophone?"

The captain's reply came over the loudspeaker. "That's voyeurism, Kim." He laughed a man's laugh and signed off. A moment later the boat filled with the sound of whale song. Delicate, shrill, far-reaching melodies danced across the waves and into the underwater microphone. In the distance, a faint, sharp "click" joined the females' song.

Kim closed her fist, pulling her arm back in a gesture of victory. "Yes! It's Ghost Father. He's replying to the females' mating songs."

"How many can he take on?" Marian asked.

Kim shrugged. "He's a transient. Who knows what he'll do. Rogues don't follow the rules. You can tell by his voice, it's him. Ghost Father has a distinctive 'click.' You'll see. The closer he gets, the more singular it will sound. His dorsal fin is eight feet tall and straight as an arrow. That's unusual for a male his age. The dorsals usually start waving--like with Ruffles', as they get older."

A slick black and white nose lifted from the water, dancing on the surface--spy-hopping. "That's Ghost Father," Kim announced.

"Wow. He's huge," Marian uttered, snapping a quick photograph with her digital before Ghost Father disappeared into the calm, black water.

Four Orcas moved off together, their fins cutting through the water with unimaginable speed and grace.

"Mocha is going to get her wish," Kim whispered. "Watch this."

Marian hit the zoom on her camera, trying to get as close as she could to the mating pair, now circling each other in a well-choreographed, ancient dance. "Do they do it below or at the surface?" she asked.

"You'll know when they copulate," Kim replied. "I've never seen it--few have--but accounts detail it as passionate, to say the least."

"The big one is moving toward us," Marian said.

"He is, indeed. He must know there's a boat full of ladies talking about his prowess."

His large shadow darkening the already black waters, Ghost Father moved silently toward the Solar Flare. He could smell his mate. He heard her voice call to him from above. He would know her on sight.

Keeping a safe distance, but too close for the comfort of the other whales in the vicinity, Ghost Father spy-hopped, breaching the water. There he remained, his black eyes encircled by pure white, staring at the Solar Flare.

"Talk about a photo-op. I've never seen a whale stay atop so long. It's like he's watching us," Kim whispered.

Marian peered through the viewfinder of her camera, drawing Ghost Father's image in. He looked right back at her. She felt a stirring in her extremities. A weakness. A chill.

"He's looking at me," she said.

"Maybe he heard you aren't getting any. Could be he just wants to check out all the horny females out on the sound today," Kim replied.

Marian giggled. "Shut up."

"Oh, my God, he's moving closer. This is unprecedented. We're not supposed to come within a hundred yards of them, but if they swim up to us..." Kim paused. "Mac! Captain! Do you see it? Turn on the video. Quick!"

The captain replied quickly, "Already on. This is amazing."

Ghost Father vanished beneath the water. He breached so close to the boat that the sheer size of him made the fifty-six foot Solar Flare look small by comparison.

"He's a thirty-footer. That's a big boy, ladies," Kim sighed. "Look at his saddle. The markings have never been recorded. He's a pod unto himself. His voice is different. His markings are unique. This is a very, very special Orca."

Ghost Father dove under. A few moments later he returned, pushing a stunned salmon to the surface. Using his great nose, he nudged the fish closer to the vessel.

"Holy Mother of God, he's courting the ship!" the captain exclaimed over the vessel's public address system.

"I have been studying whales nearly twenty-five years. In all that time, I've never seen anything like this," Kim whispered.

"Shouldn't we accept the fish? Take a long net and scoop it out, or something?" Marian asked.

"I'm not sure we should. We can't have contact with the whales. It's not good for them," Kim replied.

"Kim, I'm no whale expert, but he's obviously offering us the fish. Either this guy is a trained escapee from Sea World, or he's trying to communicate with us," Marian said.

Kim nodded. "That could explain why we've never tracked him before this year. Maybe he was reintroduced into the wild by some private institute. I'll get the net."

The languishing salmon, floating belly-up along side the Solar Flare bobbed in rhythm to the waves caused as Ghost Father circled the boat, his tall fin cutting through the water with obvious pride.

Kim scooped the salmon aboard. "Okay, we've accepted his fish. Now what? Do we roll over? Flip? Spy-Hop? I don't want Ghost Father to end up like Luna, that little whale that follows ferries around like they're his mother."

Ghost Father breached and rolled, showing his shining white belly, and more, to the ladies.

Marian choked out her words. "I don't think we have to worry about Ghost Father thinking the Solar Flare is his mommy. If I'm not mistaken, is that not the whale's dick?"

The other passengers laughed. The Captain's loud chortle could be heard through the glass windows of the pilothouse.

Kim panicked. "Yes, that is exactly what that is. He wants to mate with the boat. I knew it!"

Marian laughed. "What? Do you rub female Orca pheromones on the hull?"

"We don't even use regular diesel! We use a bio-fuel that burns completely clean. No fumes, no residue. Even our paint is sealed so as not to leak odors under water."

"Well, the big guy is ready. Why isn't Mocha swimming over?"

Kim shook her head. "If I knew that, I would be the Queen of All Whale Experts."

Ghost Father leaped up, spy-hopping the Solar Flare again. He was so close; so very, very close. His magnificence was overwhelming. He was the stuff of dreams. A magical sea-beast from the depths, yet alive and pulsing with warm blood.

"Maybe he wants his fish back," Kim suggested. "There are stories about Orca spy-hopping all around pleasure boats out fishing, because they can see the salmon aboard them. They have incredible eyesight."

It's like he can see right through me. Without forethought Marian stretched her right arm out over the bar, her palm to the rippling bay.

Ghost Father sank under, moving within twenty feet of the vessel.

"We're too close!" Kim called into the radio.

The captain responded immediately. "I don't dare start the engines. We won't drift into him. Let's see what happens."

The frisky whale lifted his nose in an aerial scan. He then logged the surface, keeping a closer watch on Marian's hand. She stooped, picking up the dead salmon by its gills without pulling her other arm in. "I'm going to give him the salmon."

It was a large fish, almost too heavy for her to toss with one hand. The salmon landed with a heavy splash, breaking the still silence.

Ghost Father dove with a grand tail splash, resurfacing mouth open, the salmon sinking between his gaping jaws.

Marian could feel the beastie's presence. Actually feel the droplets cascading off his shining black back and white underbelly. Smell his salty aroma. She could taste the salt spray on her lips. He looked at her as if he could see right through her. She whispered, her arm still outstretched, "Ghost Father, you are magnificent."

Kim, obviously overwhelmed, tried to make the moment a learning experience. "Orcas are a toothed whale, unlike the baleen..." Her voice trailed off, clearly struck almost speechless by the awesome event. "This is amazing."

Ghost Father closed his gaping mouth, spy-hopping one last time before sinking under.

He reappeared moments later, beside the shy Mocha, who had swum about erratically as Ghost Father addressed the vessel.

Their courtship stunned the ladies of the Solar Flare. Ghost Father was an expressive and tender lover. Mocha, who had not yet calved, fell right into his tail swishing, head thrusting motions. It was a behemoth dance of love upon the ocean.

Mocha raised her body up, displaying her beautiful white belly to Ghost Father. He sprang up from the ocean as well. So much larger than she, he covered her entire body with his as they mated, belly to belly.

Ghost Father thrust into Mocha, who pushed forward onto his monster shaft. Their faces touched. Their flukes caressed. Then, it was over.

Ghost Father splashed backward, performing a magnificent flip. Mocha retreated to the safety of the other adult females swimming nearby.

"I wonder if he'll go have a smoke now," Marian said.

One of the other women laughed, "And a snack."

Breathless, Kim spoke into her radio. "Did you record it? Has anyone ever caught this on video before?"

The captain replied, "I got it all. Holy Mother of God." Mac paused. "Ladies ... I don't know about you, but I need a drink. How about we head back to the island and I'll buy us all a round of beers at the pub."

The captain had said it all. Marian needed a drink. Two drinks. And a good time. She turned to Kim. "What can possibly top the viewing of behemoths of the sea having sexual intercourse? Jesus! There must be a sonnet or epic poem in there somewhere. Maybe after a few beers, I'll be able to praise Ghost Father and his ladylove in some appropriate fashion."

Kim smiled, resting her gloved left hand against Marian's shoulder. "We should just twitter like birds or something. I don't think there are human words expressive enough to convey what we just witnessed."

Marian giggled. "Chirp!"