Confessions of a libra

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[ A njuzu love story ]

14.06.25

The cave beckoned me and as soon as it was in sight, I felt overcome with longing. It had been too long spent on land. I was nearly done with my mission, but I still had some time left to go. My heart ached with remembrance. The humans had been as hospitable as they were liable to be, but they didn’t live according to the laws of nature and magick. Sometimes I felt a deep rage. Other times an even deeper sadness. They would never know the joy of braiding kelp, of whirlwind ritualistic dances or the joy of humming to underwater stones. While my body had appropriately shifted to suit the environment, I was getting sick of not being able to make beautiful movements and lines in the water.

As I entered the cave, the smell of saltwater brought tears to my eyes. I nearly tripped trying to make it far enough to reach the water. Stupid legs. I heard the sturdy sound of water, heavy and insistent in it’s movement. The sound of splashes against the edges. His scent reached my nose before my eyes fully landed on the water. I emerged from the darkness and into the belly of the cave. The water sparkled from what looked like pockets of bioluminescence. My breath caught at his still form, waiting and watching in the middle of the pool – majestic as anything. His locs were tied in a bun atop his head, his skin a deep rich brown. He was beautiful in a way that inspired devotion. His cheekbones were sharp and angular, his nubian nose and luscious lips. He cocked his head in that way a curious sea creature does.

“You’ve been crying alone again, little one.” His voice is deep and his tone soft.

I yearned to run into his arms but I’m a much better swimmer. I lowered myself into the water, feeling a slight scratch from the rocks at the edge of the pool. As he approached, I felt my legs fuse and a satisfying feeling down my spine as my tail filled out below me. Tawona watched, his eyes glowing in wonder. I moved towards him, as he began circling me in that slow maddening way I like. We moved in that fluid dance that only lovers do. His emotions leaving a heady concoction behind him. A whirlpool began to form the longer we went, circling each other and the water between us felt charged with vulnerability and arousal. I allowed myself to receive his affections sent energetically. I felt the pleasure like a tickle in my spine and a low hum in my wrists.

Before I could recover from the erotic tingles, we met in the middle of the spiral current we created. We submerged ourselves in the water our foreheads lightly together and despite my better judgement, my tail entwined with his. From our foreheads meeting, my mind’s eye was flooded with memories and sensations of Tawona’s. I felt his panic in the last rainstorm when he thought he wouldn’t be in time to save a human. I felt his care as he tended to an elder njuzu during a healing ceremony. Little moments of unfiltered joy singing and playing with vibrations through hollow reeds – filled my own cells with the same elation. An emotion stuck in my throat as I processed the beauty of the moment.

“I brought you something, Tsitsi” he whispered.

He pulled out an oyster, and I felt warmth spread over my skin. He offered it to me and I shyly shook my head. I preferred it when he did it. He hummed a lover’s lullaby, the frequency prying the shell open erotically. Tawona’s adept fingers scooped up the oyster. His hum deepened and the vibrations made me ache with need. He lowered the oyster sensually into my mouth. I felt my gills flare in delight. The taste made my caudal fin curl and and shake with pleasure. His tail pressed mine gently, guiding me. His kiss landed as softly as mermen were famed. I swirled the pearl in my mouth and pressed my pelvis harder against his. The resulting moan from deep in his throat opened his mouth, letting me playfully share the pearl between us. It dissolved into our mouths and more memories rolled in.

Mouths seeking, tails flicking and pulsing. Erotic songs sung to Tawona, for Tawona – as memories of my past lovers filled his senses in return. The water between us increasingly bubbled into foam. I felt a hum build from the depths of me and soon, the sound carried from deep within my chest. His hands stoked the edges of my thigh at the bottom of my fins and my eyes rolled back into the back of my head. My own hands were busy stroking the sensory ridges his ribcage. I loved hearing his purr-like vibrations unable to resist my ministrations. My notes became more melodic, higher pitched and I knew I was close.

“Beloved,” he says, in a strangled sing-song.

“Tawona,” I reply in near whistle-tones.

He held me tight at the hips, holding me close – keeping that precious pressure. It descended upon me like the tide under a full moon, aching and utterly inescapable. The water hailed praise by glowing ever-brighter as our breaths steadied in the aftermath.

“I have to return,” I say with haunting clarity.

Tawona placed his forehead against mine again, providing me the comfort I needed. As he always did.

“I will wait for you. No one satisfies me like you do. No one smells as intoxicating,” he said as he began nuzzling into me.

I let him have me for another moment, maybe two. “I really must go.”

I’m swimming away, feeling many emotions and unable to suppress them. The guilt, the homesickness, the ache of knowing this moment would not come for moons yet. Tawona gentle wrapped his fingers around my wrist. I looked into his glowing eyes, full of warmth and feeling. I felt the love come off of him, washing over me and cradling me just a little tighter.

“I have something else for you. Something to remember me by,” he says softly.

Attached to the back of his tail was a little bag from which he pulled out a piece of carved bone. It was perfectly carved into a crescent moon. Tears pricked me and I couldn’t help the way I threw myself in his arms. Just one last time. Leaving the cave was excruciating but I dare not cry again. Not this close to him, he would chase me down and drag me back. I didn’t want him in trouble with the elders. Again. I giggled at the thought.

My human legs felt a little strange and wobbly. What was already a pain to use felt, slower and easily distracted. I looked down at my little crescent moon. Flashes of Tawona sending the right notes erotically into my mouth, plagued me in quick succession. We are truly psychically bonded now. I could never look at any man the same njuzu or otherwise. A flush overcame my human form. I tucked the moon in my dress pocket and skipped merrily in love all the way home. And the ocean still sings his name in my dreams.