Not drawn, but written instead. Happy mermay
Enemies to lovers, period sex, oral, P in V, kidnapping, dualsex mermaids, wlw, pirate captain fem. Makarov x mermaid fem. Nolan, also not mentioned but they have feelings for each other
"We caught something big!" Her boatswain calls up to her as Vera descends from the stairs to the helm wheel, where she had been talking to the sails master moments ago. The captains eyes snap to the fishing net currently being pulled on board and she fixes her hat so the sun doesn't shine into her eyes as hard. There is indeed something big wiggling in it and making the task much harder for her men.
She had hoped for good wind today, but the sun without any clouds this morning already suggested a different day where her crewmates had to row. They always said they were strong men, and Vera was happy to see them prove it.
The net nearly rips when sharp claws catch on it. A thick tail of grey and white lashes out to the left, aiming for a man and sending him into the railing as others rush to secure the being. Only when it is safely held down does Vera step closer to take a look, boots thudding against the wood being the only thing loud enough to hear in that moment. Several shark-like fins protrude from the tail and she follows the white belly up until it dissolves into a human one. The grey wraps around the hips there and continues up the sides and over the arms and hands.
Short blond hair would've made it hard to guess it's gender, wouldn't it be for the breasts clearly implying it's a female. A mermaid stares back at her with angry, blue eyes when she looks at the face and, though with sharp teeth on display and a glare, she is quite beautiful like mermaids are told to be. Vera leans down to get a better look at her, and instantly, the head lifts towards her, and the teeth snap dangerously close to her face. The movement only adds to the tangle that has become the net. "Snappy little thing, aren't you?" Vera grins and steps back to give orders again.
"Tie her down," as rare as mermaids are, and as little is known about them, they are still sought after by many people who have enough money. "I think we'll make another stop in Singapore. Boys, by tomorrow we will have enough money to buy a whole fleet!" They cheer with so much motivation she hadn't heard from them in days, and after the calm they had behind them, she felt with them.
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A tail of that size really wasn't easy to tie down, and everyone busy with the task was content when the upper body was secured against the foremast, so the few lads that were tripped, clearly with intent and followed snickering, were put up with in favour of stopping trying.
That is until no one is tripped anymore, and the mermaid looks more apathetic than present. It doesn't take an expert to know she was slowly being dried out by the midday sun. It doesn't go unnoticed by anyone and surely not the captain. As much as she doesn't care for the creature, she won't get shit if her bonus dies before they even arrive in Singapore.
"You want this?" Vera pushes the bucket closer with her boot, still out of reach but clearly filled to the brim with water. An attempt to free herself from the rope is met by expected resistance. "Ah-ah-ah. You will stop messing around, you're slowing my men down." "Let me go." The voice in hoarse and rough, not used to talking. "It speaks." Vera huffs and is just minorly proud of herself for getting something out of her. "Do you want this or not?" She asks again, more stern in case she didn't understand the first time and this time the mermaid actually agrees.
Vera picks up the bucked and empties half of it over her tail and body. The mermaid visibly relaxed within seconds. "Leave my men alone."
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It is probably around past midnight when Vera is, not so gently, awaken by yelling on deck. She grumbles and approaching the door, she is starting to make out what it is that makes everyone scream like seagulls in the middle of the night. "She is loose!"
As soon as she steps out of her cabin, chaos already erupted around her, the quartermaster joins her side. "The mermaid freed herself!" Ivan informs her about the situation while franticly gesturing with his hands but her eyes already landed on the figure currently fighting her way towards railing and the waiting, black deep underneath.
"Get a net. I'll distract her and we'll encircle her." She commands surely and leaves him to figure the rest out on himself. Men, always talking big until it gets serious, and hiding behind the first woman who steps up. Where would they be without her?
She fires one warning shot into the air. The sound draws the mermaids attention and stops her movement for a moment from shock and fright. Ivan and a few others already surround her, and he cuts off her way from the ship. The mermaid seems to notice what is happening, though, and not much is needed to throw him backwards into the raging sea as claws slice into his legs like paper.
Vera is quick to fill his spot to stop her from jumping after her man, not because she hopes to keep him from becoming fish food to the mermaid, no, he most likely is already, but because she really needs to replace the bowsprit that was destroyed during an encounter between her and commodore Graves' fleet a week ago.
With that determination they manage to catch her in the net again. Hissing and struggling unsettles the younger boys, one even shys away when hands reach in his direction, and besides that, everyone holds their ground.
But the moment of relief is short-lived as she tears herself from another containment and standing in the way of a creature almost double your size only works so well. Vera is the next to be swept to the floor before big hands grab hold of her leg and drag her after the escaping creature. All shouting goes unanswered as her men stand locked in place in fear of being next. Fucking bastards. She will make them pay for that when they join her at the devil's side.
She feels herself clashing into the dark sea, pain exploding in her shoulders where she collided, pulled further under until she can't even see to ship anymore. The force knocks the breath out of her, and as the little she still has is used up, she desperately kicks her legs. The last thing going through her mind is that now she will end just like Ivan, and her vision goes dark.
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Vera expects to be met with whatever spot in hell had been forseen for her, instead it is sand and a cloudless blue sky that was almost equal in shade as the sea bellow that she sees once her eyes open. She doesn't feel quite dead either unless Satan's torture for her was itching sand in every place imaginable. That and water clogging up her airway until she manages to cough it up.
That again brings her the conclusion that, one, she is still alive, and two, she somehow saved herself.
Without much to do now, she gets up to look around the area. Her clothes have mostly dried by now, and according to the sun's position, it's afternoon, so maybe someone is around to give her directions? Probably not, and certainly not to a pirate. Another reason to get new clothes that don't give her and her tattoos away so easily for the time being.
The sun moves along faster than appreciated, and by the time Vera figured out that the land she stranded on is an island, the stars have moved along. The sand is luckily still warmed from the day as she chooses to rest there for the night, which isn't too cool either. Still, she feels a shiver whenever she closes her eyes like she is being watched.
And she finds out what was making her feel that way right the next morning after a quiet, restless sleep when a family face stares back at her just mere meters away. Of course, she jumps, who wouldn't, not tired anymore at all as the mermaid simply tilts her head to the side. She looks much more... calm now. Maybe even friendly. Which, considering everything that happened, yeah, that's understandable.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" The mermaid just observes her. "Not fast enough to eat me yesterday, so now you're trying again?" She turns away, about to go look further for something to get off this island, when the mermaid speaks up again. "We don't eat your kind. Not if we have other options. You are practically tasteless." Vera rises an eyebrow. "Did I ask? Sorry, why are you following me around then?" Her annoyance is clear as the day.
"Isn't that what you humans do too? You follow us around all the time." She seems more confused than expected. "You have different lungs. You need land to live. If I wanted to eat you, I would have done so right away, not brought you here." Now, this was new information. So the mermaid didn't lose her, and she drifted here on her own. "You -" she whips her head around, furry overlaying her features. "You kidnapped me!"
"I did the same you did to me, how's this any different?" This is ridiculous, she seems completely oblivious to Vera's anger towards her. She turns away again and combs a hand through her long, brown hair. "Fucking fish..." She mumbles to herself and decides this is the best time to leave.
Not on the mermaids watch, though, as she drifts closer to the beach, always right behind the woman who tries to ignore her.
This behaviour continues over the next days. Where Vera goes, Andrea, like she found out from the very enthusiastic mermaid, goes, and in time even something like a companionship formed between them that vera still wasn't quite sure about. But what is she supposed to do? Andrea brings her fish she isn't able to catch. At least she keeps her fed.
Almost two weeks into her involuntary stay, mother nature catched up with her. Cramps already signalled her a day before that her period was around the corner, and when she wakes up beside the fireplace she had built herself, her pants are already soaked in her blood. The mermaid has swam off to wherever, which she doesn't really mind. Walking around like this isn't really comfortable anyway, so it gives her the freedom to take everything off to wash it and herself.
It takes her a moment to get all the blood out and lays everything down in the sand to dry afterwards. She stalks further in until the water reaches her hips and begins to pour water over herself with her hands. It's nice, and she feels a little more like herself again without the sand and grease sticking to her. She lets herself drift for a second and swims before returning to the shore.
With not much else to do now that her clothes are wet, she lays down on the beach again to freebleed and closes her eyes.
"You are bleeding." A concerned voice discovers, and, at this point, it isn't hard to find out who this is. "How did you get hurt there?" Vera opens one eye to Andrea resting before her, upper body already pulled onto the beach. She seems confused and that, in return, confuses Vera. She can see what's going on, can she not?
"I started my period." She states the obvious. Andrea opens her mouth, but before any words come out, she closes it again. "Nothing hurt me."
"Period?" Andrea repeats and now Vera opens her other eye as well, sits up and pulls her knees up to hide herself just a bit. "Yes. You know, the thing women get every month for not getting pregnant? Where we bleed from our pussys and get cramps and feel like shit?" The gears are turning only slowly in Andrea's head. "My kind doesn't have something like that. That seems dangerous."
"Well, it wasn't my idea, so." Just as she's about to get back to sun bathing, she's interrupted again. "You should clean it. The scent could attract animals." Vera's eyes snap open at that. "You brought me to an island with animals that could kill me?!" She is angry, but nothing she can do about it now, and she surely doesn't want to end up getting chased down by some beast. "Fine."
She is about to get up, but Andrea stops her. "Not in the water. Sharks." Vera looks her up and down. Suspicous that she looks quite similar to the animals she's warning her about. "Aha. What else am I supposed to do then?" Vera crosses her arms over her chest, not sulking, but demanding an answer. Andrea looks down, not so sure herself. When she does look back, she seems nervous. "I could..." she begins stammering, and Vera just rises an eyebrow in return. It's already quite clear what she's trying to say. "Would that- uhm, would you be fine with..."
Rather than having to listen to the pathetic proposition any longer, she flops back onto back. "Do what you want." Silence follows that only continues when clawed hands carefully push her tighs apart like she is scared Vera might change her mind any second. She has to resist closing her legs as she is put on full display and when the tip of the mermaids tongue tastes her skin, she can't hold back the slight shiver.
Andrea starts with just small kitten licks where blood coats Vera's inner thighs. At one point she drags her tongue all the way up to the juncture between her legs. It's rough, and leaves a trail of thick salvia behind. She looks up to check on Vera, and sees her starring at her intently, eyes wide. Andrea takes that as her sign to continue and this time doesn't hold back as she goes straight for the sorce. A breath catches in Vera's throat as she watches her bring up a hand to spread her open with two fingers before licking through her.
Andrea's flat tongue lingers over her entrance, then moves on to cover her clit. Her lips close over it and she sucks hard on it. The sudden sensations washing over her cause Vera to cry out. Her eyes snap shut as her head drops back and she feels every discomfort that had built up the last days, vanish, the knots in her lower belly untangle more with every flick on her nub.
Andrea's thumb presses into her and a second later, her tongue joins. Vera's hips instinctively lift, her hand fists in the mermaids hair and pulls her face closer. She mumbles something non understandable and the vibrations of it simply make it all the better. The mermaid really has a way with her mouth.
Within mere seconds, she has the captain panting and shaking beneath her claws. Nails still dig into her scalp and push her head back down whenever she goes up to take a breath. It doesn't take long for Vera to cum. Her hand falls away and she gasps for air. When she comes down from wherever she had drifted, she gazes down to see Andrea just lifting her head. Her mouth and chin are bloody from her previous actions and she licks her lips clean like it was holy water she had been drinking. It makes her all the hotter. Like she had killed men, and not eaten out pussy.
It is then that Vera feels something hard against her lower leg. Instead of pulling away, she rubs her calf against it testingly. Andrea jolts and draws in a sharp breath. A laugh escapes Vera, her eyes fix where her leg moves again like it's a game. The mermaid averts her gaze, and her face gets red, humiliated, perhaps. She should be. She is getting greedy. "Where'd that come from, hm?"
"W-we work different- not like you." Vera doesn't really pay attention to her hurried explanation. She is solemnly occupied with the effects she's having on her. "I can help you with that." She decides swiftly. In that moment Andrea seems to realise how she is actively pressing into the pressure offered, and stops. "Wha- oh- oh I'm fine, you don't need to..." "I'm not asking if I can." And Andrea instantly quiets down. Then she nods.
Vera smiles, and with a little help from both parties, soon their positions are flipped. Vera tests the new surface by grinding against the leather like flesh beneath her. She doesn't remember ever being this wet and she can't tell if it's from her blood, slick, or Andrea's salvia. It doesn't matter. It's not every day you get to fuck a mermaid.
She hums and allows Andrea's hands to settle on her hips. Hers, in turn, wander up. One brushes her dick. Vera observes the difference in anatomy, slightly bigger, wider around the middle and with an almost purple tint to it. It rises from a slit just where Andrea's tail starts and it draws her attention next.
She slides a finger along the opening. It gives way easy, inviting her in just like she did herself. Now Andrea is the one to wimper. The digit moves deeper and a second one joins. Precum is already steadily leaking from her cock and Vera still continues, intrigued. But she snaps out of it when Andrea's hips lift and she whines.
"You are male and female?" It is more a statement than a question. She pulls her fingers out and plays with the slick cating her fingers. It's slightly thicker than her own. Andrea watches her. "No. Only female. There are a few differences." She seems to contemplate how to explain it. "We do have both reproductive organs tho. It is much less difficult. Doesn't matter who we choose to love as our partner. And we can even have offspring. You're kind doesn't accept that, right?"
In the time Andrea enlightened her, Vera has already positioned herself above her dick. "Huh. Well, they are certainly more strict in most countries. But it's better in some." Not that she never thought about it. But never did she think that this was an option as well.
When she lowers herself, it requires some adjusting to ease the tip in and she balances out with her hands on Andreas shoulders. It makes her tattoos flex, and, yeah, maybe that was intentional. Once that's over, both women groan in union. Vera sinks down further. The wide midsection pops in comparatively easy, and after that, it doesn't take much effort to take her to the hilt. She stills to savor the feeling, and Vera has to admit, it's better than any man she ever had. The one time she had something with Ivan is the only time she recalls that comes preliminary close to this. In the end, he was a good man after all. May he rest in peace.
When she next moves, Andrea nearly chokes on air. She really is a sensitive thing. Size and all her intimidating looks aside, she is even kind of cute like this. With her eyes closed by now, brows drawn together and her sharp teeth bared with the small wimpers that leave her whenever she fills Vera all the way. And it becomes Vera's mission to force every sweet little sound her mermaid can make out of her.
Her left hand wanders down, first to Andrea's collarbone, then to her breast to take a handful. Her fingers sink into the soft flesh, so opposite to her firm tail and scary appearance, and kneads. So this is what sailors and fishermen around her always rave about, swearing they'd seen something on dark foggy days, calling to them. Well, something is certainly calling to Vera now, but it's not some sex fantasy. This is so much better than that frail fish girl they all, yes, she aswell, imagine. And getting to squeeze all the additional fat and abs and biceps.
Vera speeds up the pace she is riding Andrea with, and she is sure if she wouldn't have worked her nipple in the same moment, her claws wouldn't clamp into her waist as hard as now and cause blood to pool beneath the sharp nails.
Slowly tho, it's getting to Vera as well. Her moans get louder and her movements more frantic as she starts so chase her second climax. "God's, Vera, I'm gonna-" Andrea breaks off into a shuddering cry as she finishes, and the full, warm feeling exploding inside her and the fucked out expression on Andrea's face, does the rest for Vera who follows shortly after. "Oh fuck, that was..." She has collapsed onto the other womans chest and is breathing heavily.
Once both have calmed down a bit, Andrea shifts onto her elbows to look Vera in the eyes. The mermaids own blue ones meet her brown ones, and they look softer, content, almost entirely black. "I can find your ship and lead the other humans here to get you." Andrea breaks the silence. Vera seems a little taken aback and confused for a second, like she didn't understand her words fully, but then she nods, still out of it. Then she thinks again.
"You need a job?"
