A transforming Lust Queen dealing with the newfound constant lust, and accidently falling asleep mid act with Vesper. Poor gal exhausted herself from trying to satisfy the urge. Would Vesper continue, or would he be sweet about it and pamper them?
Consider the following- Continuing is being sweet about it.
Your body is now in a constant cycle of being overwhelmed by infernal magic and needing as much of it as possible to continue your transformation successfully.
You're going through heats as a result of being a newly-turned concubus and overeating, yes. But these are short, explosive bursts of magic burning, which will then require more sexual activity for feeding and stabilization. It's exhausting, and Vesper is eager to make it as smooth of a transition for you as possible.
The sweetest thing the King can do for you is help throughout these cycle phases. Which creates situations like you passing out while bouncing on his dick, and having Vesper continue the act so as to feed you his own magic and keep you healthy. To an outsider, it looks like Vesper is merely using you as a fleshlight, which he is, but he's also stabilizing you.
Royal imps will also do this to you. If you are found in an exhausted and "malnourished" state, imps will not wake you up but rather engage in sex acts to feed you a little bit of their own energy.
Slamming some frozen food in the oven and setting a timer, you lean against the counter. It is late in the night, and you are just a little intoxicated to start off the beginning of the week's end.
Throat parched, you head to the cool garage to grab a can of soda. As you lean down to grab one from a pack, you see the door to the yard is left open. Cool wind brushes your skin, and you realize that it is incredibly quiet. Almost unnaturally so.
You swear...You see multicolored eyes staring back at you.
(Horny concubi just casually watching their obsession get ready to get fucked up for the weekend and eat copious amounts of food. Local wildlife is mildly concerned.)
[I didn't know if you were going for anyone specifically, so I took some liberties for a character that's yet to see the light of this blog.]
Eyes in the yard.
There are glowing eyes in the yard. Something or someone is in your home.
The realization should have sparked more terror than the simple shudder that wracked your body as they stare unblinkingly at you. For a moment, you could almost believe they're just lights, some poor-taste prank from your neighbors.
Instead, you place the soda back, quietly and slowly turning your phone's flashlight on. As soon as it's pointed correctly, the culprit is gone. Just grass, dirt and weeds and flowers that prevail despite your lack of care in these past few overworked weeks.
You turn the flashlight off.
Darkness.
You turn it on again.
Nothing.
Weird.
Lack of proper rest is not doing you any favors. Thank god this weekend will be miraculously uneventful.
Grabbing for that same soda once more, you turn away to head back inside.
The moment you set foot into the dining room, every light in your house is shot down.
A cold dread washes over your still form as you blindly glance around, knowing the general direction of the nearest light switch but understanding, in an instinctual fit of goosebumps, that maybe moving too much right now is a bad idea.
Footsteps.
The faintest thump of weight across wooden floors, a slow and unbothered gait that rings ever closer.
Your neck turns slowly, begrudgingly almost, just in time to let your face bathe in the only source of light now present.
Eyes.
The most brilliant shades of blue and yellow mingle together in an irresistible pattern reminiscent of a starry night sky. The type of view you'd see from the balcony of a tall, ornate building one time in your entire life- And never forget.
They're wide and sharp, fixed on you with an intensity you have never once received.
Distantly, a warmth spreads. You're unsure if this creature is breathing on you, or if your own confused body is rising in temperature.
You have never seen such gorgeous eyes before.
Their brightness casts shape upon the contours of a dark and defined face you can only vaguely put together. Enough to know your intruder is not human at any capacity- If the height didn't give it away.
For as difficult as it is to tear your gaze away from them, the warmth perking every sensitive nerve in your body is abruptly and swiftly interrupted by a rising sense of breathlessness. A panic. A terror of insurmountable intensity.
Your own eyes water as you gasp for oxygen that your lungs simply refuse, coughing and whining with shaking limbs.
What's happening? What is this? Why can't you breathe? Are you dying? They didn't even lay a finger on you! You're dying you can't breathe it's over it's over right now-
The light disappears.
The eyes are gone.
Air slowly inflates your figure again.
It takes a few moments of the ringing in your ears fading away for you to realize that this monster slid a hand over your eyes, covering your view of them.
And it calmed you down. Somehow.
" Sssh... "
A startlingly deep tenor follows.
" Don't stare too long. "
Weirdly enough, the fear you felt is also receding, returning to that lukewarm sensitivity. It's strange, because you should be more frightened now, if anything.
" Who- "
You're forcibly turned away. The hand on your eyes drifts down to instead occupy your mouth. Literally. Two large and distinctly clawed fingers prod at the flat of your tongue, seeming to idly trace it.
He -or so you assume- tastes of nothing in particular, you can only feel the faintly hardened texture on the pads of his digits.
" Let me hold you as it passes. " A solemn tone whispers onto the top of your head. He feels massive. " I never do it, I know it frightens, but getting to look into your eyes... Forgive me. "
Huh?
All of a sudden, as if the creature behind you had been holding itself back, there's a pressure around you. A foreign and full frame blankets yours, his spare arm around your waist, a face on the back of your neck and hips slotted perfectly against your ass. A brand new wave of heat washes pleasantly over your skin.
" Forgive me. "
The whiplash is beyond jarring.
Unwilling to part ways with your mouth, those now drooled fingers keep it open, pinching your cheeks, pickering your lips. The glow from above tells you he's watching, slowly rocking against you as his own handiwork excites him.
A desperation oozes off the monster's every motion, like he's not going to get to be this close to you for a while, so he needs to make the most out of it in the moment.
" Beautiful. Wanton. Exhausted. " He murmurs, stopping to lick behind the lobe of your exposed ear as a tail loops around one of your ankles.
" I won't steal a lot of time, let me just play with you a little. "
Squirming in his grip is pointless. The more you wriggle, the more he nuzzles, appreciative noises flowing when you unintentionally create friction. It's fair to say you stop when a defined growth presses onto your back. You've moved a little too much.
By the time his hand is off your mouth, you don't have it in you to say much of anything. Embarrassed and confused by your own arousal, and the pulsing layer of animal fear that heightens it.
Your breasts are rolled like dough, but it seems the monster -demon? Could it be?- is too frantic to linger, decidedly more interested in what your clenched legs hide. It's not hard for him to weasel a large hand between soft thighs, rumbling something incomprehensible at the wet heat he finds. Clenching around the intrusion is a subpar idea, because his response is to harshly grind his palm against your pussy, ripping a flustered noise out.
" Let me. "
It begs.
" I've starved for you enough. "
If his digits weren't rolling over your clit through the fabric of your pajama pants, you would have been more creeped out by the implication.
The pleasure mounts, you can hardly keep your own breaths quiet, let alone the pathetic whimpers your teeth grit back. A buck forward is all the accidental invitation he needs to start walking, pushing you with him until you're up against a wall.
Wall... The wall!
Frantic palms slap on both sides, tapping, searching. Your pants have been swiped down to your knees but you can hardly care because it must be around here somewhere! Close, it should be close, just a few inches to the-
Yes. Fingertips brush the switch, and you manage to turn the lights on for a victorious second.
That's all it was really, a second. Enough to see the onyx limbs encircling you, the size of his imposing shadow, the horns-
Before the switch is flicked again, and your hands secured above your head.
" No. "
There's not even anger in his tone. Just disappointment.
" Not tonight. "
Something hot and wet parks against your pussy.
Claws gently hook your panties aside, and all you can hear when he rubs himself across the length of your entrance is your own raging heartbeat.
Are you going to let this happen?
A groan of delight sounds, this vibration that makes you shudder a few degrees hotter.
" Do you wish to know me tomorrow? "
What a strange question.
And yet.
Well...
This has been the most action you've gotten in a while. And, surprisingly, he's been more exciting than any other person you've taken home.
It's the hormones.
The need, the fright, the fog sinking into your mind- You know this. You know you're not thinking straight. And yet...
" Yes! "
The lights are back on.
He's gone.
You're left alone in the living room, cold, half-naked, only the humming of your appliances remaining.
"Hey, so, I just escaped, I think, from being eaten? Or sold? Anywho, pretty sure I'm about to die, and I don't want to go out like that. And you seem like you know your stuff with drinks and all that! Do you think you could make a drink strong enough to kill me? But nicely? I can give you anything I have! Hell, just loot my body afterwards! I'm sure my phone could sell for a pretty penny! And I don't think it would be bad to go out by having a killer drink and a killer slime to look at!"
[Fem reader. How to rizz a lunatic 101.]
Gallon had been onto you for a while.
In spite of having only one eye at his disposal, the slime's field of vision and keen observational skills have always been one of his most useful attributes. There's hardly a monster in the floor he hasn't noticed and silently categorized. Which means, naturally, a loose human stands out like a sore, bleeding thumb.
In your defense, you're far from stupid. Trying to go as unnoticed as possible in such a big crowd, head hanging low under the hood of a dark jacket and posture reserved while you slink silently past larger figures, studying the smallest of possible openings. Technically, it's part of Gallon's job to report this, if he thinks you're about to escape. But no one's ever said the slime can't entertain himself a little.
Gallon works fluidly, keeping a persistent eye on you.
It's not surprising that you're hurt. Between the cuts and scrapes across your skin, the tear tracks drying on your cheeks and the tense jaw, he can tell you just wrestled your way out of death's maw. Honestly, the mere fact that you're not missing a chunk or a limb is miraculous. You're in great condition, all things considered.
He's not sure what you're thinking, nor does he get much time to theorize, because you suddenly lock eyes.
The bartender makes no secret of his attention, holding the contact for as long as you meet him head on. Although a shiver rattles your form, not an entirely uncommon reaction, you look... Determined.
Curious.
There's no shortage of anticipation and glee when you start walking Gallon's way.
Whatever will you do, realistically? Are you going to beg him for help? Try to wring information out him? You aren't carrying anything except torn clothing, defenseless and disoriented. Nevertheless, the bartender lives for these little instances of unpredictable chaos, the spice of his life, the burning kick to his favorite drinks.
You're allowed to take a seat and present yourself the same way most other customers would. Luck has it that the bar flies have mostly dispersed, disturbed by an obnoxious robot blaring music not too far away, a crowd of riled up monsters singing and hollering- Another thing that's helping you blend in seamlessly.
Gallon watches you lean in, the most befuddling ramble escaping your lips as you seemingly request he... Kill you. Gently. You even throw in a compliment, what a cheeky little thing. Such painfully clear awareness of your situation, paradoxically mixed with a melancholic sense of calm. You're processing your own demise before it even has its clutches upon you.
The slime's grin creeps higher, eery teeth seeming to elongate. An idea twists and twirls in his head, sparking into a scheme.
The monster's head cocks, attempting to study your features through the strategic shade of your hooded garb. Pretty lips attempt to placate him with a polite smile, but he can see the tremble in your eyes all the same. You have an interesting demeanor, he wouldn't mind seeing more of you. In fact, he dare say that you're one of the finer built humans out there, perhaps you're even more of a catch under all that ratty fabric...
" What a request. " He half-chuckles. " I hear you, it must be quite the day you're having. "
As if he didn't have the power to save you, right here, right now.
" Yeah... " Frantic doe eyes flicker every which way whenever someone passes by just a little too close. " The last one. "
Gallon imagines the stress has your throat too tight to drink anything to begin with.
" Relax, dear. " Malformed digits drum on a spotless counter. " You are now, on this one very special occasion, my client. No one will bother you. "
There's a look of cautious gratitude in your features. Like you don't quite believe him.
" Regardless- I think I may have just the thing. Could I interest you in a Hollowed Nectar? "
As expected, the look on your face is blank. A major portion of what he serves are monster-oriented drinks, the likes of which are either unknown to humans, or infamous for causing a variety of strange, oftentimes harmful effects in them.
" S... Sure? "
The slime snickers quietly, spare tendrils lunging to fetch ingredients and utensils behind him, a blur of familiar movement that causes your eyes to widen.
" It's a favorite around here, particularly for slothful folk. Incredibly relaxing, it helps them slip into long, lucid voyages that apparently greatly enhance their natural abilities. " Gallon begins, noting the hint of wonder you let slip. " Also just great to forcibly quell a panicking mind. "
He whips out a black crystal vintage glass, allowing you to stare at it.
His motions are proudly practiced, you can barely glimpse the odd elements that are gathered and sprinkled onto the luxurious glass before it fills with a concoction that gradually takes on a golden hue. The thing almost seems to sparkle, if you squint. The rim of the goblet-like glass is adorned with powdered sugar. It smells faintly of something rich and heavy, like peaches, honey... And caramelized candy?
To him, the drink was prepared in a standard amount of time, to you, it felt like a second passed.
The webbing-etched glass is placed on a purple coaster featuring The Clergy's Eye symbol, slowly edged towards you in its impeccable presentation. This is the type of drink a regular person would photograph and share the likeness of with others. The slime dips an elegant silver spoon into it, barely disturbing the swirl of its contents.
You're mesmerized, silently stroking the bartender's ego.
" Do you know- " He begins, leaning in to steal your attention back. " What makes this lethal to you, cherry? "
Humorously, it's as if his wording reminds you that you're here to die. That he's your personally chosen Grim Reaper, and this isn't just a lonely night in a back alley bar. Perspiration pools on your forehead. Gallon squints with fascination. Not getting cold feet so far, interesting.
" Smells sweet, tastes sweet I assure you, and looks quite pleasant overall... "
Both arms, if you can call those goopy things such, settle on the counter. Three distended 'fingers' stretch like branches, ever so slightly brushing against you.
" But a few little sips is all it takes. You wouldn't even know your life was over right there. You'd get up, head out, and in less than an hour, you'd get so tired. Just so sleepy. All you'd want is to lay down somewhere. "
Suspense hangs in the air. The slime deliberately creates an unsettling pause, only to shatter it as soon as you open your mouth.
" And never get back up. "
There's a shrug from his part. Although speechless, he finds a myriad of emotions flash through your complexion.
" Little ashenwilt flowers around graveyards that didn't quite keep the dead down, you know? The punch of this drink, and a pretty human's death certificate. "
You visibly gulp, nonetheless slowly pulling the drink closer to yourself.
" How's that for a killer slime, cherry? You could even fall asleep in my arms. "
A flicker of humor breaks through your otherwise grim composure for a brief second. " That wouldn't be so bad... " A mutter he's thrilled to hear. " Thank you, sir. "
You're quite the unique gem, he was right.
When you shakily raise a hand to grasp the silver spoon, a yellow tendril bumps you on the shoulder.
" You're very welcome! Now, take that drink to the gentleman in the corner over there, and don't forget to smile. "
He points, subtly, to a demon in a booth seat reading a pamphlet of sorts. Your perplexed grimace is adorable. The monster sets a silver tray before you.
" Go on. We can think about your work outfit later, dear. Try not to shake too much "
Gallon hopes this reads as the mercy it truly is.
There's something in you that captivates him, for whatever reason. Why not make the most of it? Why not test the waters of this feeling, with his new, gorgeous little waitress?
Santi's first heat with obsession. Santi's obsession, being so shy and nervous to the point of nausea when it comes to intimacy, takes a shot of his spit in order to fly past the anxiety and to the bed. Swings that shit down like pepto bismol.
Another scenario in my brain that won't leave is that same obsession, due to that shyness, always peeking through a crack in the door when Santi has a client over. They just cant help themselves! Any eye contact will totally cause a freeze effect unless that contact is broken. And Santi wouldn't allow that.
(It's me. Im the obsession. Im haunted by your ocs /silly.)
[Pepto spitmol.]
Oh Santi is huffing steam through his nose like a bull.
He tries very hard to keep his composure, but it's incredibly challenging when you're stuttering and buffering and tripping all over yourself- His weakness. Just touch him, get acquainted. Give him a kiss for courage and then put your hand around his stiff cock, figure out how you like to play with him, the incubus is all too happy to give you a steady supply of courage in the form of sweet, sloppy kisses.
You're definitely invited to watch when he has chill clients around, but if you enjoy the "peeping Tom" aspect of it, who is he to deny your fun? Naturally, he always knows you're there. Your eyes blaze upon his form and the wave of desire that follows never fails to make his nostrils flare for a second. You may not always notice it, but the monster goes out his way to give you a good show subtly. Canting his hips a little so that you can see his length while he plows someone, spreading his legs a bit more than he has to, being louder...
When your eyes do meet, there's a silent promise. He could be doing that to you. He would rather do it to you. You're missing out and he can't wait for the day you get tired of watching, for the day you drag him into bed by the horns.
The last time he caught you peeping, Santi used a free hand to gesture, implying you should start touching yourself.
The worst part is that you did, that you savored the drool clinging to his teeth and how his pupils dilated when you quietly came against your underwear.
Vesper catches his match smacking her titty to soothe an inch. He just blinks
" Oh, I didn't figure you'd be into that as well. "
He comments from his own spot, in front of the mirror. Vesper frowns as he rearranges his fluff, disappointed he was unable to sense this part of your sexuality.
" Huh? " You absentmindedly smack your breast again, the persistent itch living up to its name.
" Tit slapping. Is there any other type of slapping I haven't tried that you enjoy? "
Another small 'huh' escapes before you get what he means. " What- I'm just itchy. "
" Scratch? "
He's now fully looking at you.
" Do you scratch your tits when you're itchy? "
" No, I massage. And if it's persistent I have a number of balms- "
" Right so I can't just scratch them- "
" Honey you're spanking yourself. That's usually my job. "
The way I always grow happy whenever there are new ocean boys stuff.
The detail of Magus being heard masturbating deep below is just...so silly.
I had a lil idea of their mate being someone who goes out to the sea quite a bit. Maybe they travel far enough to reach them, or the two fellas travel to see her. Either way, all I could think of was the mate going with a random person and the stranger just going:
"Oh my! There must be a whale nearby, with all those deep sounds down there!"
"Nah...That's my boyfriend. :)"
"...Oh?"
":) You're their snack!" Before just pushing them overboard. RIP, random soul, but you must be sacrificed for some dick.
TW: Murder
Your coworker is fascinated, nearly giggling with delight as they toss another fish at Glauk, and the sharp snap of his jagged jaws catching it rings.
The mermonster is half draped on the side of boat, half out, happily accepting the human's bait.
" I can't believe he's letting me get this close! He's so... Socialized. "
" Yeah, most of them don't like land dwellers. " You shrug, patient.
A burbling of noise comes from below, deep and nearly vibrating across your entire form. It jumpstarts your coworker into moving around, muttering to themself in something between fear and excitement.
When the other human turns around, Glauk pokes you, an amoral glaze in those eyes as a pudgy digit points questioningly at them. You nod almost imperceptibly.
They're not the worst.
You almost feel a little guilty for sentencing the poor sap to this.
But then you think of what could happen if someone caught a real glimpse of Magus. If they desired to relocate the mermonster and subject him to all kinds of experimentation and prodding. They wouldn't leave him be, and you know Magus would sooner amputate a tentacle than allow himself to get tagged with anything.
It's for the best.
He's probably suffering right now. Crying out in complete discomfort as his rut ravages his organism, hungry, horny, angry. It's your job as his mate to provide assistance and comfort.
" Did you just hear that?! " They grin, all wide-eyed wonder. " This thing must be gigantic! "
Thing...
" Sounds like we're close. " You pace towards one of the edges, followed by your yapping coworker.
" -And it's not like it matches any of the other patterns usually present in this area, so it might be a species that- "
Humming and nodding along, you wait for the mermonster to put two and two together. Glauk slips silently back into the water. You know he's swimming close to the edge of the boat as well because of the slight shimmer in the water's surface. The light from his pseudo-cerata.
Another agonized groan emerges from the depths.
" Want to get a closer look? " You smirk at them.
" Oh? No, I- I don't know if we're allowed to- "
A careful step back.
" Of course you are. "
All it takes is one decently powerful kick. They are smaller than you, never stood a chance.
Your coworker squeals, unable to find footing as they trip past flimsy safety installations, their own weight propelling them into the water with a splash that damn near soaks you as well.
They don't get to swim up, to scream for salvation.
All you see is their trembling hand twitching above the waterline, before an unseen force violently tugs them downward, into the territory of a rutting deep sea mermonster.
You should give Glauk the rest of the bait when he comes back. It's a long trip down, after all.
Since Magus cannot penetrate us due to his big schlong, I could only imagine what could happen if we peg him through his slit. Have Glauk come in and join the fun by either fucking the Reader as they fuck Magus, or have him join us and double penetrate Magus. Or, just beg, BEG Krulu for a chance to make it so that we can be fucked by the both of them. Just, pleasE. I wanna make Magus tremble and keen, and Glauk must help in this endeavor. And then he will be next!
I hate that I'm so thirsty for these fuckers with my fear of the ocean and water. Like, sure, I'll be your human pet yall, thanks for not eating me for your seafood dinner, and yall are amazingly hot.
But if I stare down at the abyss that Magus resides in, I'm just gonna turn into a human plank and freeze.
[Great ideas honestly! :7 Fem reader.]
TW: Slit-fucking
Being sentenced to this task is what you most dreaded through your involuntary stay here.
Sure, the fact that these two mermonsters took a liking to you is more or less what saved your life- But it comes with its own set of consequences, such as being confined in the aquarium floor when one of said monsters is going through a rut.
You've seen Glauk in a rut. The usually friendly sea mutt all but doubles in size, more vibrantly colored mass bulging outward, fins flaring aggressively and jaws snapping as he races after you -Determined to breed you, a heavy cock swinging between his legs.
Those had been a series of hard days, always trapped or being chased by the stressed mermonster, while Magus typically remained in his own lane.
Although this "fend for yourself" attitude seemed overly cruel coming from the bigfin mermonster, you later understood Magus was merely watching from the depths, emerging when he thought that Glauk was at serious risk of harming you. The sea mutt would snarl and attempt to rip into his own friend's hide with wild frustration, but Magus would only restrict him further, letting you recover for as long as needed.
At some point, you remember Magus decided you were too bruised to continue being fucked by the other merman, so he merely held Glauk to the ground with his tendrils, and encouraged you to stimulate him at your own pace. It had been more arousing than you ever expected, and although the giant mermonster merely watched the two of you moan and howl in lurid wet slaps of hips meeting- You could see it.
In the water around his midsection.
A glowing, pallid thing shining there, curling and unfurling, a surprising length that you didn't want to believe was his actual cock.
But what else could it possibly be?
The tables have now turned.
It seems this time Magus is the one in heat, and Glauk -In his standard size and attitude- Is trying to walk you through it.
Unlike Glauk, Magus tends to be a lot more secluded during this time. He's not prowling around like a drooling animal. Instead, you can't even catch a glimpse of him, as according to Glauk's frantic gesticulation, Magus has been restlessly swimming in the very lowest of sections the aquarium has to offer.
He makes a gesture that seems to indicate the brightness of his own frills doesn't afford him any real sight that far down. You picture him in a darkness so thick it swallows everything, somewhere only a mega predator the likes of Magus could comfortably reside in.
And that's terrifying. You don't want to go that far into the depths. Ever.
What if the pressure is such that it just crushes you? Does it go that far down? Does this law-defying establishment even have the ability to achieve that?!
" N- No no- Glauk, I can't. "
You try to explain to the smaller monster, who is dragging you into the aquarium with a pudgy hand.
The Clergy is a ruthless, merciless place, but when you're lucky enough to become useful, it affords you some liberties. You'll never forget the day a carved black hand emerged from the floor to grab your neck with a sizzling pain that lasted only an agonized second before you blissfully passed out. That strange woman explained later, that you'd been "generously awarded by her Lord", now featuring a means of respiration underwater for prolonged periods of time.
You don't see gills anywhere on your body, and you've never really tested it out, but an instinctive part of you believes you would drown trying to reach Magus' level regardless.
Your heels dig uselessly into the wet deck flooring, achieving nothing except making you wobble.
" No Glauk- NO! "
Startled, the mermonster relents, blinking wide. You had never used that tone with him before.
The confusion is evident in his face, but so is your terror, sucking the life out of your complexion as if you were gazing upon death itself.
Glauk stares down at the proper slope into the aquarium, then back at you. He doesn't need to utter a noise for you to guess the conflicted way he's feeling.
A part of him wishes to calm a very agitated friend, the other wants you to feel comfortable.
Just as you settle down the panic clogging your throat, sitting on the low-tide floor in nothing but your swimsuit, the mermonster stomps a foot.
A brow raises.
Then he claps, clasping his hands together in a gesture he no doubt picked up from the clients here, nodding to himself.
There's no doubt Glauk cooked something up, and you're mildly hesitant to find out what that might be.
It's silly watching the monster spring into action, frills and filaments flopping as he quickly reaches the "pool bar".
It's locked. It generally is, when neither the slime nor Agner are working there. The thing is sturdy, fashioned to look mostly like wood but definitely being made of something much tougher. Beneath the counter are cabinets with locks you couldn't hope to crack, and that neither mermonster can dislodge- You've watched them try. And honestly, you were rooting for them, because you could really use some alcohol...
While you presumed Glauk was maybe attempting to get you some liquid courage, the merman is instead intent on climbing the wide counter, looking at the glass rack bolted to the makeshift bar ceiling.
True to the somewhat over the top ornaments this place sometimes exhibits, the glasses in the rack above have all kinds of swirled designs and colored finishes, many of them even having a shine.
The merman extends a fat hand upwards, waving it aimlessly for a struggling moment, before it coils around one of the longer glasses and pulls around. You fear he might shatter the thing with the force he's using, but the monster manages to remove said glass eventually.
Confusion remains when Glauk simply takes more of them. Two, three, four, five, until his hands can barely hold the amount. Glauk races with the objects back to the aquarium, but not before waving them at you playfully.
" Uhuh... They're pretty. What are you gonna do with them? "
Glauk simply nods and, much to your continued bewilderment, runs around the deck, tossing the very same glasses inside. You have no doubt the slime will try to strangle the lights out of this merman, but as is, you merely watch, knees hugged closer.
He makes sure to evenly space the glasses he throws into the water, for some reason, watching them sink downward.
You can't really puzzle what the sea mutt is trying to achieve, but it has to do with his counterpart, surely. You picture the glass cups descending rapidly, perhaps reaching such depths that they shatter- That would make a noise, wouldn't it? A constant, annoying pop from several locations.
Hm...
Ah, okay. He's got some wits after all.
You don't want to go down, so Glauk will force Magus up.
Some part of you is realistically anxious. It's probably not a good idea to anger a giant mermonster in the throes of his rut...
Glauk stops eventually, having no more glasses to pollute his own aquarium with, except for one he holds onto more securely. When he casts his eyes upon you, a nervous shake of the head is all he gets, but that doesn't dissuade the monster. In fact, all it does is make him come closer, a jagged smile on that face when he manages to push you to the very edge of the aquarium, then sits by your side.
" What did you do? " You squint at the monster.
He merely puts a finger to his lips, waiting patiently.
The suspense isn't exactly pleasant, but you know trying to get up and leave will just result in the mermonster next to you pulling you back into place. Might as well deal with this now.
It takes some seconds of eerie stillness for anything to happen.
But then you feel it, a vague tremor beneath you, ripples in the water surface. Glauk peers down more intently.
In moments, and you truly mean moments, the ground shakes with the force of a great mass ascending rapidly. You don't think Magus has ever moved this fast before, but it has to be him.
Your theory is very much proven right when a gigantic grayish-green figure erupts out of the surface water, causing a frightening, avalanche like wave to arise with it. Before you can scream in fright of the water about to hit you, Glauk covers you to the best of his ability, gripping the ground with his odd paws.
The wave inevitably crashes, its impact largely pelting Glauk, who sort of tanks it without much of a noise as far as you can tell. It leaves you soaked, but thankfully unharmed. You pet the smaller mermonster on his back a few times, mumbling gratitude before getting under him.
What stands -Well more like hovers- above you is none other than the bigfin mer himself. Something about his coloration strikes you as odd, he's become lighter in some sections, looking as if he's glowing faintly from within. Even though the mermonster's face is vastly featureless, and therefore incredibly hard to read, there's no mistaking the wrinkles of irritation deforming it, that soft mantle swaying as he looks for the source of his disturbance.
Long and rail-like fingers perch not too far away from your legs, two long tentacles exploring the aquarium deck.
Finally, his gaze settles on the two of you, and while you're half petrified, Glauk is easily unimpressed with the loud, low and reverberating noise that echoes the whole floor. A warning if you've ever heard one.
Instead, he presents the remaining glass in triumph, like the madman he is.
The thing is snatched off his hand faster than you could keep up with the movement, a dangerous reminder of the fact that Magus is a predator, no matter how still he often likes to be. Said mermonster examines the glass coiled by his tendril, grumbling again, then simply throws it away, a distant shattering accompanying the motion.
Glauk only frowns for a fraction of a second, quickly moving past the petty act and focusing on you instead. His goal being achieved, the sea mutt scoots you forward towards his friend, finally getting the bigger mer's attention to fall squarely on your figure.
You have little idea what's going through that quiet tower of a being, but fact of the matter is his face smooths again, and he studies you for an almost uncomfortable pause.
Glauk begins shuffling with your swimsuit behind you, gripping and groping fruitlessly until he manages to snag the straps on your shoulders, then understanding he has to tug them down.
" Hey- Quit it- "
Your anxious snapping doesn't hinder the monster, who only tugs and shifts the elastic fabric more. Although you get him to leave it alone, your breasts are now unceremoniously exposed. Throughout this bickering, you've been none the wiser to the two long tentacles that now curl securely around your ankles.
Magus had been watching, and apparently the full force of his rut is once more on the forefront of his mind, because he removes more of his body from the water, edging closer, casting a shadow upon the two of you.
" Oh. Hi there big guy... Finally come up for a chat? "
A chat, sure.
The monster is silent, either ignoring your words or thoroughly distracted.
Something in the corner of your vision stands out enough to make you glance down, catching a startling sight. Magus' now visible sheath bulges, something bright creating pressure behind it, making the mermonster audibly groan in discomfort.
A breath catches in your throat as you wonder what his genitals might look like when not hidden by distorting waves.
Glauk returns to fiddling with your swimsuit, though you're hardly bothered now, paying rapt attention to what's unfolding in front of you.
Quite literally unfolding.
What slowly emerges from Magus' body can only be described as a tongue-like muscle covered in small wriggling filaments, sporting a considerably bright blueish tint. More concerningly, the length of the member itself has you paling as it simply keeps going. You watch inch after devastating inch of this thing pool out of his flushed slit to the pool deck, reaching further and further in an almost alien manner. How does one even work with such a long thing?! Why does it have to be so large?
You spare a side glance at Glauk, desperately seeking some kind of confirmation that you're not hallucinating, but the monster is too busy trying to tug the swimsuit beneath your ass.
Finally, after what feels like a depraved version of an infinite handkerchief clown trick, Magus sighs as the ridiculous length of his engorged cock finally extends to its full capacity, then falls upon you.
The yelp you let out startles even Glauk, who flinches back to see you covered in his counterpart's dick, up to the neck, where a thin tip flirts with the skin of your throat. His bizarre member is heavy on you, but more than that, it's slippery and incredibly wet. The viscosity of Magus' self-lubrication is as cold as he is, making it feel like jelly that is tickled onto your form by the same tiny filaments pulsing around the underside of his cock.
For a while, you're not sure what to do, arms hovering awkwardly as you process the sensory stimulus of such strange anatomy. You suppose a member as large as his would actually require extensive lubrication, but you feel sticky already, drowning in a thick musk that reminds you of ocean water and salt.
Magus doesn't give you a hint of what to do, so you merely squirm and attempt to grip a section of that girth, hoping it'll stop slapping itself on your chin and mouth. The horrific mental image of you skewered on this thing from one end to the other causes a jolt of phantom pain, and you realize penetration has never been more out of the picture.
Through the embarrassment of it all, through feeling it coil and uncoil around your bare tits, you feel a sense of pity for Magus. A creature of his size definitely has trouble satisfying themself during ruts. To be dangerously larger than any of your available partners... Poor guy must be as pent up as it gets.
" G- Glauk, I don't know... " What to do.
This is entirely unknown territory to you. You'd know what to do with a more conventional phallus, but this is so out of your depth that you're not even sure if you should be using your hands at all.
The sea mutt nods, and much to your complete amazement, grabs a section of Magus' cock. You blink, watching him squeeze, then pull upwards. His grip relaxes, drops back downward, and repeats the motion. Magus does something like a wet chuff. After the somewhat confusing demonstration, Glauk grips both your hands and places them on Magus' length, waiting.
There's no telling how hot your cheeks are flaming as you clumsily attempt to mimic what he did, finding it hard to hug such a thick thing with your comparatively much smaller hands. In the end, to effectively pump Magus, you have to crush him against your abdomen, shuddering at the sensation of him throbbing.
From his excited foreign chattering, you assume Glauk is encouraging you, nudging your hips up, around the other's length.
You've never hugged a cock with your whole body before. That's not something you expected to ever do in your life, really. Though you find a strange, lurid thrill from it. From trying to pump and appease a male several times your size, a monster so incompatible with you but lusting all the same for the little human that he claimed as his.
As unconventional as the position is, you believe you're getting the hang of it, grip growing firmer while you speed your motions along, feeling the muscle grind itself against every inch of you within reach. The sensation is enough to make you gasp, goosebumps spreading.
Magus' chest expands, breath growing shorter as he humorously appears to slump forward the longer you stimulate him. Finally, you rip a noise out of him, this drawn-out, low sound of wanton gratification that reverberates all across your body. Your clit twitches, making you hope you can withdraw more of those noises from the giant mer.
The tendrils around your ankles begin tugging. You're unsure what Magus wants until he effectively pulls you fully against him, ass resting flush to his lower body, your entire form all but tangled in the grip of such a foreign dick that grips around you.
The monster is very clearly aroused and desperate for friction, but this isn't working all that well. Even Glauk looks a little puzzled at the display. You can only attempt to stroke him, feeling one of those gaunt hands extend to somewhat soothingly pet your head- As if to thank you for the effort, or trying to encourage you further.
You're actually getting a little sore from how much he's curving you. It's mildly frightening how much strength he has in his fucking genitals.
Eventually, after some frankly awkward minutes of this struggle session, Glauk starts barking something to the other mer, who only continues to rock his hips.
The sea mutt growls, moving to push Magus off you. A pointless effort. Magus might be gangly-looking, but he's got more density than you'd expect for a deep sea monster. The effort only earns him a frightening snarl, the other mer's jaw distending in what you can definitely consider one of the most terrifying sights of your life.
Monsters from the depths are really a special kind of horrifying.
Much to your mild curiosity, the two eventually start garbling incomprehensively to each other, a conversation mostly carried by the smaller one, while Magus seemingly slurs his replies.
Whatever idea Glauk transmitted, it was good enough to give the other one pause, and, in no time, you're released.
The absence of Magus' weight on you leaves a cold, gross and slick sensation across your form, but finally allows you to sit upright and see what both mers are up to.
Magus has backed away into the water, now lying across it for the most part, his length half submerged half draped across his own abdomen. Glauk follows, but not before beckoning you in as well.
Whatever they've got planned must be better than being crumpled in a genital tangle, so you shake your swimsuit fully off before following them inside.
A pudgy hand guides you, Glauk smiling as he helps you get on top of Magus. The larger mer has coiled his lower body tendrils around each other to provide a more stable platform of sorts, and given his size, you feel somewhat safe enough to believe you won't just topple into the water. Glauk climbs on behind you, pulling your form backwards.
It's not the first time either of you has been on top of Magus. Sometimes the large mer likes to float along the surface water for long periods of time, plucking you onto his front and often allowing you to fall asleep sprawled out on him like a starfish.
This time is certainly different.
When you look at Magus a bit quizzically, on all fours, he returns a hand to your head. Just as you think he's about to softly pet your hair again he pushes you down, firm but not rough.
Ah.
You understand their logic now.
This position has you facing his slit. That's not to say you can simply suck Magus off, even the girth of his tip wouldn't fit easily in your mouth, let alone the rest. Instead, he seems to resume coiling his cock around you, the thing forming a loop around your neck, chest and midsection before passing between your tits and stopping in front of your face.
An idea sparks.
Smirking, you kiss around the part of his length you can reach, licking across it and sucking at the side with enthusiastic pops. Two fingers attempt to spread his slit further, while your spare hand flirts around the bottom, fighting the pressure of his swollen cock to fit in.
It takes a moment, but when Magus' hips cant just right, you manage to insert three fingers in, immediately greeted with a surprised, horny groan.
Glauk barks out in strange laughter, you can hear his tail swish eagerly as he comments something to Magus. The look on his face and his extended frills suggests some type of pleasant shock, like you've done something he hadn't even thought of before.
When Magus' entire length squeezes and rubs around you, you understand his desperation and continue trying to multi-task with a wriggling cock and a clenching slit.
If the cacophony of wet noises wasn't enough, then surely, feeling Glauk's paws spreading your ass to slot another rigid cock against you signal there's more to come. Although the smaller mermonster is known to sometimes be sloppy and impatient, he still takes the time to rub you from underneath, an opportunistic paw using some of Magus' own slick to lubricate your fluttering pussy.
It happens in a flash.
Glauk mounts you properly, lines up, then sinks his entire length into your warm hole. Both of you moan out in a perverted duo, the sudden fullness making you all but drool on Magus- Who you feel throb at the sight.
Things start working out from there, with you messily fingering Magus, moaning around his drool-slick tip while Glauk begins pistoning eagerly, watching you with curiosity. He's clever, was the first one to discover how much you like getting your clit touched, which means he likes to slide his fingers down to stimulate it as often as possible.
Probably because it makes your walls choke his girth hard. Like right now.
The two mers sigh and rattle incomprehensible dialect to each other. Magus' hand finds your wrist, and just as you think you've hurt him somehow, he pulls it closer. With some effort, four of your digits now stuff his slit, and you manage to thrust them into the monster well up to your palm.
It's surprisingly arousing that you can do this to such a huge and untouchable monster.
When his noises begin turning frantic and louder, when Magus' whole body starts trembling on occasion, you understand it won't be long until he cums. Glauk seems to understand this too, because his legs put more strength behind his thrusts and he fucks you wildly to keep up.
Between him ramming against your most sensitive spots, the paw grinding against your clit and being trapped in Magus' length, you know you're not going to last long either, giving into the crests of pleasure with lidded eyes. You can only try to keep rhythmically finger-fucking Magus, mouth now too busy trying to get you to breathe through an approaching orgasm.
Unsurprisingly, you're the first to tense and mewl through your climax, clenching around Glauk so hard that he groans and succumbs to his own peak, sloppily fucking through his warm load when it has no choice but to drip off both your thighs.
Whether because of the sight, or simply because you're nearly stuffing your whole hand into him, Magus is the last one to tense and rattle through a literally ground-shaking orgasm. You knew the below that would come out of him was going to be loud simply from how much air he filled his lungs with, but it still managed to vibrate your entire body through potent aftershock that have both you and Glauk whimpering in overstimulation.
He... Floods you.
Having no way to escape the grip of his member, you can only feel it pulse with each frankly concerning rope of cum that he releases, leaving none of you unstained.
Perhaps because the large mermonster is in a rut, his climax has become agonizingly long, leaving Magus still shuddering and moaning faintly by the time both you and Glauk have mostly recovered. You can only gently try to work him through it, slowly uncoiling his now sensitive length from your body and milking all the pleasure you can from his trembling form.
Eventually, he becomes too "boneless" to remain still, Glauk has to hug you to him lest you sink into the water, the two of you giving Magus some space to breathe. When you absentmindedly wet your lips, an overwhelmingly salty taste follows. You can only thank heavens than his cum isn't as sticky as you feared it might be.
Glauk sounds pleased with what just transpired, nuzzling his head against your hair and offering jagged toothy kisses.
Magus hovers in a manner that suggests his brain hasn't quite turned on yet, letting you observe a somewhat deflated phallus begin retracting into his body. You wonder how it all fits to begin with.
It takes a second before he approaches you again, dipping to silently rest his thin mouth against your forehead for a moment.
His spidery fingers ghost along yours, and then, without warning, he dunks himself back- Once again drifting to the preferred depths of his sanctuary.
You blink at his descending form through the waterline, then stare up at Glauk, who only shrugs and waves, as if to imply he'd come back.
It was only a matter of time.
Well... You should probably wash yourself and rest while you can, before being dragged into another romp with these two.
