Oh no now I’m thinking about sex with merman sal 😩💕 tucked away in a secret cove, halfway in the sun-warmed waters….oh but I can only imagine a land-dweller’s hand would be SO much warmer…gently rubbing your fingertips over that special slit until his cock starts to peek out 💕 so much longer than a human’s…maybe even prehensile/tentacle like so he doesn’t have to move his body to fuck you, he can just wrap his arms and tail tight around your body to hold you as close as possible
I forgot about mer!sal for a hot minute but now I remember so thank you and enjoy UwU 👌💕💦
Sex with Mer!Sal-
[CW: NSFW lemon/grapefruit, teratophilia, unsanitary, unprotected sex, reader is AFAB with neutral pronouns, readers body is referred to as ‘exotic’ because they’re a human getting fucked by a merman and this is all new to him but he’s very, very into it]
>I originally imagined Mer!Sal hanging out under the docks on the lake a lot (where he looks for food, searches for trinkets and observes the humans that come to the lake from beneath the boards) but he needs a safe place to sleep and keep his stuff (some of which needs to be kept dry). A little tucked-away cove (maybe hidden away by a thick curtain of weeping willow vines and surrounded by a steep rock face) would be absolutely perfect!
>Him taking you there would be just like him taking you to his room, and it’s a very big deal. He’s never voluntarily taken a human there before, and has gone to great lengths to discourage people from getting close to the entrance (scattering broken glass and rubbish on the beach to discourage swimmers, sticking branches in the mud at the lakebottom and hooking discarded fishing nets to them so that they’d snag the propellers of motorboats, weaving the vines hanging from the treeline so that they grew in tangled messes above the surface and make it nearly impossible to pass without cutting your way through…).
>After earning his trust over many hours of conversation through charades (and quite a few gifts of novelty trinkets and ‘exotic’ foods), he decides he wants to show you his secret hideaway. He gently tugs your arm and points to get you to swim where he leads, letting you hang onto his shoulders if you’re not great in the water, and guides you through the maze of vines until you both emerge into the half-sunned cove.
>Sal leads you to the far side of the clearing, in the warm shallows and under the protection of a mossy overhang, where he’s made himself a ‘home’. The setup is surprisingly tidy (for a creature that lives outside)- His collections of human odds-and-ends are thoughtfully displayed on the rocks and roots near the waterline he uses as shelving, including some old beach toys, pool floaties, jewelry, coins, shiny metal scraps, flashy fishing lures, and various other discarded items he’s gathered off the beach and from the bottom of the lake, but most of the things he's collected are carefully sorted and stored in coolers and tackle boxes for safe-keeping (of course, he’s very excited to have someone to show all of this to, and you make an admittedly slightly-exaggerated show of being impressed by what some would consider a lot of meticulously-sorted trash). The centerpieces of his collection are a few lovingly macgyvered musical instruments and a beat-up boom box (both of which he plays to try to impress you).
>He also makes a point to show you that he’d fashioned himself a surprisingly comfy looking daybed inside an abandoned row boat, using life jackets and beach towels as cushions. You’d seen him comfortably sunning himself and snoozing on rocks and fallen logs plenty of times, so you’re not really sure why he’d go through the trouble of putting together a ‘bed’, until you remember that time you stood from the dock and commented that your butt was a little sore from sitting on the wood for so long, only for Sal to swim away and come back a few minutes later with a few (soggy) towels for you to sit on…
>You point to him, then to the ‘bed’, then to yourself. “Did you make this for me?” He sinks a little lower into the water and nods, bringing his webbed hands above the surface. He held one hand flat and hung two fingers of the other over the side to mime the act of sitting on a platform, bobbing and sliding the sign so it was clear there were two figures sitting together, then pointing to you, then at himself, then to the ‘bed’, and finally pressed his hand into the ‘cushion’ to show it was soft. “I made it for the two of us to sit together comfortably.” You smile at him and waste no time climbing right in to try it out. He follows and settles in next to you, the boat rocking a little on the water with the weight shift.
>When you’d first arrived, he’d seemed very sure of himself, like 'look at all my cool stuff aren't you so impressed?' but he got visibly nervous and fidgety when you were finally in the ‘bed’ he’d made for you to share. He kept a respectful distance, his ears fluttering ever so slightly when he glanced in your direction and saw you were staring at him and not the view of the cove like he’d expected. Realizing you’d probably have to make the next move, you stretch out on the ‘bed’, closing the gap between you by slowly twirling a lock of his wet, blue hair around your finger for a minute. He was frozen until you turned and threw a leg over what could be considered his lap and nuzzled into his neck, dragging your nose and lips against the frills of his gill slits. You could tell he was starting to lose his shit by the way his fins were bristling and his tail kept flicking back and forth along the surface of the lake, but he still managed to put his arm over your shoulder and gingerly take your hand from his hair to guide it to his chest, signaling he wanted more contact, and then pressed his cold, uneven lips to yours, just like you’d taught him. (He didn’t know what kissing was before you showed him, but he was very impressed once you’d given him a demonstration.)
>From there, neither of you would knew what the fuck you were doing. While you both trusted each other, you figured you’d kind of have take the lead the first time, since he always seemed to be afraid he would scare or hurt you by accident. It was all very exploratory- feeling him all over, learning the different textures of his scales, noting what touches made his gills flutter open or made his ears perk up. Your hands were so warm and relaxing, gliding up and down his cool body… he ended up lying back and letting you do as you please- until you found the now-swollen slit between his dorsal fins and started giving it light, experimental presses.
>That makes him sit up on his elbows, but he doesn’t stop you- he just watches slack-jawed, his good eye half-closed, as your fingertips run up and down the opening, which was gradually parting and becoming slicker by the minute. As gently as possible, you put your fingers on either side of his slit and pull them apart, allowing a purplish, finger-tip sized nub to peek through. You couldn’t help but think it looked kind of cute… You barely grazed over it with your palm, and his gills flared open as he gasped at the touch. A few slow clicks escaped his open mouth, and he nodded when you looked up at him to check if what you were doing was alright. You kept going, prodding at the entrance, tracing around it, shallowly dipping your fingers in, grazing over the nub as it gradually unsheathed itself from his body and steadily swelled in size, making it very obvious to you that he was indeed a very impressive male specimen… It was exciting to see, albeit increasingly intimidating and certainly not what you would call ‘cute’ anymore. You looked from it to him and back again, biting your lip as you held eye contact and finally gave it a firm squeeze.
>He gave a sharp exhale and turned on his side toward you, carefully pressing on your shoulder so that you were lying on your back against the lifejacket cushions. He pressed his mouth to yours again and slid his clawed, webbed hand over your skin, so gently you felt the need to grab his wrist and show him that you weren’t as fragile as he thought you were. You pressed his palm firmly against your body and curled your hand over his to encourage him to take a grip of your flesh. He did, and you felt his nails dig in just enough to coax a whimper out of you. You felt him try to draw back, mistaking your sound of pleasure as one of pain, before you stuck your tongue between his sharp teeth and held fast to his wrist, keeping his hand against you, guiding him downwards and bucking your hips to signal an invitation for him to continue. Now more sure of himself, he took his time in thoroughly exploring the exotic structures of your hips and thighs and ass, his cock twitching and slick against your leg, until he finally cupped your pussy above your swimsuit and dragged a few claws along the slit. You fumbled around to remove your garments, admittedly a little clumsy now that your head was swimming, but you confidently spread your legs to reveal yourself to him once they were off. He just stared at you for a few moments, and you began to wonder if he didn’t like what he saw until he sat up to get a much closer look.
>He spread your thighs wider and shoved his face within an inch or two of your crotch, tilting his head a little, inspecting you from multiple angles with a curious look on his face. Not negative at all, just a little perplexed…
“Uh, you can…” you reached down and parted yourself with your fingers, rubbing over your clit, petting along the lips and dipping a finger inside in demonstration, “Like this…”
>You removed your hand so he could try it for himself, and the first thing he did was softly pat your pubic hair and look absolutely delighted at the texture, taking some of the curls between his fingers and playing with them. He gave some excited clicks and looked up at you, and you couldn't help but giggle a little before he really started prodding around in the same exploratory way you’d been feeling him up before. He ran his fingers and claws along your lips, repeatedly parting them and letting them close again, running his palm over your clit (much like you’d done to him), and finally, just barely letting a claw breach your entrance, once again looking at you to get the greenlight. You nodded, and he carefully put it the rest of the way in, the webbing adding an interesting additional sensation. You held up two fingers, and he added another, then you moved them back and forth, and he began to gently fingerfuck you, watching as his digits sunk in and out of you, becoming increasingly wet and warm…
>The curiosity on his face slowly morphed into hunger. He started going a little harder, a little faster, then gave an experimental twist of his wrist that made his claw graze against your g-spot and got you to thilt your head back and moan. You felt teeth dragging against you, a cold tongue on your thigh. You grabbed him by the hair and guided him to where you needed him, putting your fingers in the shape of a V and putting your tongue through when he looked up for guidance. He got the message and compiled, twisting his fingers in you and lapping at your clit. It was strange and new and fucking delicious, and it wasn’t long before your were coming around his fingers, your involuntary spasms rocking the boat. He didn’t quite know what he had done, beyond it being very enjoyable for the both of you, and you had to scoot back and lift his jaw to get him to stop and look back up at you. After catching a few breaths, you pointed to him, pointed to yourself, made a circle with the thumb and pointer finger of one hand and put the pointer finger of the other through it, and then made a ‘come hither’ motion. ‘Come up here and fuck me.’
>He scooted back up on the cushions, and you wasted no time in guiding and positioning yourself under him. His cock was (presumably) fully on display now- impressively long, thick in the middle and tapered at the head, with firm, flexible ridges along the underside, and so slick with its own thick lubrication that it left strings trailing behind and connecting it with wherever it had touched. You spread your legs, guiding it to and rubbing it against your pussy, letting him know exactly where you wanted him. Sal let out a shuddering sigh against your ear, and to your surprise, his cock pushed forward from his slit while the rest of his body stayed in place, allowing you both to watch as it gradually penetrated you. With each ‘thrust’ it went a little deeper, stretched you a little more, cold and textured and slimy, a surprisingly pleasing contrast to how hot and swollen you felt inside after having already enjoyed an orgasm from his tongue and teeth and claws.
>Once you were comfortable taking it all, he pressed his body fully against yours and brought you into a tight hug, and you wrapped your limbs around him in return. It was admittedly odd, getting fucked so deep and so thoroughly while your partner gently nuzzled his scarred face into your hair and trembled and sighed with pleasure in your arms, but it was wonderfully intimate- gentle yet rough, comforting but intense, making love in perfect privacy while simultaneously fucking like animals out in the open….
>You felt his fins and gills start to twitch and bristle like you hadn’t before, his breath coming in quick gasps and clipped patterns of clicks escaping his throat. You babbled and moaned encouragement, “Yes, come, come in me, this feels so good, please, come in me…” even if he didn’t know what the word ‘come,’ meant yet, he understood your tone, your moaning like you were doing before, and body language, your panting and clinging and grinding your hips in tandem with his thrusts, and knew that it meant you enjoyed it, and that he could continue until he was finished.
>His hold on your became extremely tight, his clicks and sighs giving way to breathy hisses and his tail slapping against the water until he arched his back and bared his pointed teeth, bellowing something between a hiss and a roar, his cock twitching and spilling an impressive amount of cool, thick come as deep inside of you as it could reach. He went slack in your arms, trilling softly and curling his tail around you, and you kissed his head and ran your hand along his back as he came down from his orgasm, his cock slowly receding from your pussy where he’d left it and back inside himself.
>You stayed like that for a while, the ‘bed’ softly rocking you and lulling him to sleep, the breeze across the sparkling water of the cove rustling the vines of the willows above you. It was so peaceful and relaxing, a beautiful view in the perfect secluded spot… you were really happy he’d decided to show you his ‘home’. You’d have to tell him so, once he woke up from his post-sex snooze. For now, you’d just enjoy the view and the feeling of his scales as you relaxed on the bed he’d made for the two of you to share. It was really comfortable, and after today, you were looking forward to spending a lot more time in it with him.... 💙
