Appearances can be deceiving. So whatever you do, do NOT mess with a kelpie. You're not gonna want to pay the price to escape.
A long time ago in Scotland, there was a string of disappearances. Nine children went missing, and no one knew who to blame. One day, a little boy was playing by the water where the children were said to have vanished when he saw a black horse emerge from the water dripping with every step it took towards him and sporting a mane made of kelp. The boy was fascinated and wanted to take the horse out for a ride, but when he stroked its nose, he realized his mistake. His finger was stuck to the beast, meaning this horse was actually a kelpie, a creature known for drowning and devouring anyone who dares to ride it. The kelpie started to pull the boy back towards the lake, but he refused to become its snack. Left with no other choice, he took out his pocketknife and chopped off his finger, allowing him to escape a watery grave.
Summary: You thought you knew a thing or two about folklore and mythological creatures. What you didn’t know was how DIVERSE the world of monsters and magic really is. When you came across what you thought was a Kelpie ended up being something much more dangerous. And he brought a friend.
Warnings: Gore, bit of coercion if you squint, partner sharing kink with Female Reader, double penetration, anal and vaginal sex, oral (Killer receiving), I guess technically vore since they're monsters? bloody ending. Dead Dove I fucking guess
Word Count: 1.3K
When you landed in Scotland, a trip you’d planned for a year with a group of friends who all bailed last minute, you were kind of excited to do a solo adventure. You were with a tour group for most of the trip with evenings and weekends to yourself – and you had two weeks to make the most of it.
You explored historical ruins, mythical sites from the stories of the Ulster Cycle, you paid respects to the places of spiritual importance and graves of those who lost their lives in the war of life through the years of Man discovering himself and the World around him.
Having so much fun that you found yourself almost bummed you had to leave in two days. You loved the country so much you could genuinely see yourself living there. The last few days were your own to enjoy and you explored the local beaches as the weather was just perfect to enjoy a late afternoon stroll. Until you ran into…Him.
He was nothing short of beautiful, with long, blonde hair that flowed with the sea breeze as it brought a chill to your skin. He was tall and muscular, with one scarred arm that he used to wave at you. Calling you over, asking if you needed someone to walk you back to town. His piercing blue eyes watched you through a curtain of bangs, and his mouth was covered with what looked like…seaweed?
It was and he brushed it off with a laugh. He had taken a nap on the beach and his friend ditched him, playing a prank or something. Brash, hoarse laughter rang out behind you scaring you out of your skin. A massive man, taller than the blonde and significantly wider by the sheer size of his bulging muscles protruding from his frame.
The friend. Who brought a backpack full of beer and sandwiches, hanging off his only remaining arm. Killer and Kid were their names, best friends for several lifetimes they claimed. Both dangerously handsome even with all the heavy scarring, flirting heavily, and you couldn’t help but feel the promise of pleasure tickle your belly.
To be honest, you hadn’t so much as thought about hooking up with anyone on the trip, and it was going to be over soon. It was so very easy for them to convince you to join them for the bonfire they planned to build. Easier even to smoothly persuade you into a game of truth or dare. A game that started and ended rather quickly.
Before long you were in Killer’s lap, grinding against the bulge in his pants while his tongue fucked your mouth. You moaned as his stiff cock hit your clit, more so when Kid grabbed you from behind and pushed your hips down to rub even harder against Killer. Kid kissed and sucked your neck, leaving behind red smears and love bites on your exposed skin. You could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against your ass as he bucked his hips into you from behind.
“Fuckin wait your turn,” Killer growled, almost tumbling backwards from Kid’s aggressive thrusting.
“Shaddup,” Kid grumbled, tugging down on your pants from behind.
Killer grabbed you with both arms and flipped you over until you were underneath him on the sand. You let out a squeak as he pressed himself into you and flicked your lips with his tongue, spreading your legs with his knee.
“W-wa-wait!” you finally manage to gasp out. Both men pulled back, waiting for your to speak. “I-uhm-I think I’d like both of you,” you struggle to say without feeling embarrassed.
With a gin on his face, Kid licked his lips, “You picked a naughty one, Kill. I like her. She’s…tasty.”
Killer nodded, “Aye me too. Ok, we can do that lass. But I get the first bite.”
You giggled as the men positioned themselves – Killer in front of you, Kid behind you. They ripped your clothes off with reckless abandon and you found yourself too high on the rush of lust to care at the moment. They were both naked and glorious. Well-built, chiseled, endowed with gifts between their legs.
Strangled moans were ripped from your throat as they took you at the same time. Killer’s cock deep in your throat as you drooled and sucked him; Kid roughly thrusting in and out of your pussy, the squelching loud and unashamed as they both fucked you like a cock sleeve between them. The took turns meanly pinching your nipples, flicking your clit, biting your skin, and grabbing at your flesh hard enough to bruise.
But it felt so fucking good. The orgasms they gave you were unlike anything you felt before, with any partner you’ve ever had. And they just kept going. Stamina like wild horses as they took turns defiling your holes, treating you like a good little fuck toy. You came so much you lost track of how many times your body shuddered in pleasure as they played with you.
The bonfire nearly dead, and the moon fully out, the men became wilder as they neared their end. Neither having cum even once as they focused on you first. You straddled Killer’s hips as he bucked into you harshly, holding your hips firmly against his so you couldn’t move beyond muscle twitching. Kid’s cock bullied into your asshole, his grunts becoming louder and huskier. Covered in sweat, spit, tears, and your own cream – you felt sticky and dirty but exhilarated.
Kid’s hand grabbed the back of your head and pushed you down to lay your chest against Killer’s. Tightly sandwiched between the two, they worked together to keep you in place and so very still as they tripled their pace of fucking their cocks into you. With a crying wail, you came a final time, pussy clamping on Killer’s cock as he released inside you with a choked gasp. Kid came last, slamming his hips hard enough into you to make you dizzy, his seed shot out into your cavern, still shooting as he pulled out and pumped his cock, the last of cum spurting messily on your back. Killer’s cum leaked from between your legs.
Sticky, so so sticky.
Until you realized you were literally stuck to Killer.
“H-hey! Why can’t I -urgh- get up?” you complained as you tried to push Kid off your back, finding your sweaty skin impossibly stuck to Killer’s body. How was that possible? Sweat should make you slide off, not stick together…
It was then you noticed that there was an alarming amount of seaweed tangled in Killer’s hair. And Kid’s head. How hadn’t you noticed that before?
“Well, this has been fun but I’m fucking starving. How about you Kill?”
“Ravenous. I could go for a meal. And lucky for us, she’s the perfect serving size.”
Both men leered at you and for the first time, you felt afraid. Their handsome visages slowly melted away until you looked on in horror at the horse like features they wore.
“K-KELPIES?! HOW? I’m not near the rivers!” You screamed, trying to wriggle away from them but it was no use. Your naked body was fully stuck to Killer, as if his skin had an adhesive property to it from the sweating.
Kid clicked his tongue, “Damn tourists, think they know everything.”
Killer let out a dark chuckle, “We’re not Kelpies, little thing. We’re Each-Uisge. Unlike Kelpies, our domain is the sea. And you’ve worked up quite an appetite for us. What do you say, buddy? Let’s split our meal?”
Kid high-fived him, “Always. Love it when our dinner lets us fuck them stupid.”
Your screams went ignored as the monsters dragged you into the sea. Their teeth growing menacing and sharp, they pulled you deep under the water and began tearing chunks of your flesh. The dark water turned a reddish hue under the moonlight as the water ripples faded away.
It was quiet and peaceful out on the loch once more – until a disturbance from the water’s edge popped up to reveal a human liver floating on the surface.
A particularly vile creature, and one considered by most to be even older than the faeries.
Behaving more like a sea monster than its traditional brethren, this kelpie remains beneath the blackened waters of coastal tides, patiently waiting for foolish waders and fisherman to enter its range. Its tentacles effortlessly grasp unwary limbs, and its massive canines shred waterlogged flesh, leaving not even the smallest scrap to be found.
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↠ After quite a wait, I’ve finally completed this design revamp. The original idea for this unique each-uisge (water-horse) is from way back in 2017, and I’d always planned to return to it, to flesh out the concept in full. I think this turned out well, considering how many odd parts needed to be jammed together into one body.
Spent the weekend at Cymera Festival with @clevercrumbish and spent the Sunday helping her playtest her ttrpg The Family. Had especial fun ad-libbing the character of Seonaidh, an Each-uisge who is just champing at the bit to snap up anyone who might threaten her loch and her village. The fact that she's the Good Girl who gets free reign to walk about on land in human form says a lot about her brother, who remains confined to the deep loch until the Sea Mither deigns to let him loose.
I'm very pleased with her as an off-the-cuff sketch, but I'd love to do some more iterations exploring my original mental image of an Ambulocetus fused with a Camargue horse, I love how crocodilian the amphibious early whales looked, and I want to capture the full terror of seeing her charge from the waters, jaws agape.
