And it was all Yellow Chapter V (NSFW)
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Note: You know what, it’s not perfect but I really wanted it out already. I hope it’s not too stiff because of that! I was stuck with the smut part for ageees, but apparently all it took was to loop ‘Enter Sandman’ and it flew lmao I was cackling at one scene it was so silly. But I’m leaving it in, enjoy. It’s monster fuckery, we should expect wierd xD Also happy kinktober everyone <3
Warnings: They just stuff it everywhere guys. Raw. But don't worry they are different species. That's it. Also oral (both), weird anatomy, blood mentioned, some dirty talk.
Word Count: 9,1k
CH. 1 | CH. 2 | CH. 3 (NSFW) | CH. 4 | CH. 5 (NSFW) AO3
He held Aric up by the throat, claws pressing into his gills.
Black blood clouded the water like ink, and the shimmer’s flashes lit the scene in violent bursts. The other man tried to speak but Viktor gave him no chance, slamming his head into the rock again and scraping his fins. He saw nothing, heard nothing, only the pounding of his pulse in his ears and the steady rumble as the green Undine raked his claws in defense.
Viktor sank his teeth into his shoulder and tore, ripping flesh. It took three men to restrain him so he would not kill the poor fool who had dared to touch her. He noticed a larger than him male led her away toward the kelp forest, and he remembered her saying that humans mated with Undines there. That was when he snapped. He drank that cursed shimmer and felt nothing but anger. Anger at himself for being late, for leaving her alone when he had promised to stay close. Anger at the green bastard who had tried to woo her. She was promised to him, she had touched his gills, and no one would swoop in and steal her away now.
He clawed at them too, refusing to be restrained. He was smaller, sure, but the shimmer and mating frenzy gave him strength and he was hellbent on tasting more blood. And it would turn into a bloodbath if not for Forbis.
“Easy there, buddy.”
A pale grey hand wrapped around his whole torso, claws resting under his chin like a blade. To the Deepstrider, Viktor was nothing but a child. He struggled, biting and clawing, nails sinking into thick skin.
“Easy,” the giant cooed, grip tightening. He was so large that his single eye was the size of Viktor's whole head. A claw dragged along a yellow Undine jaw in warning. “We have all been there. Calm down now. No one is taking your mate.”
But he couldn’t. The shimmer burned through him, his hearts hammered unnaturally fast, struggling to keep up. Thudding one after the other, out of sync.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Then came the squeeze in his chest, a pain so sharp he froze, eyes wide, vision tunneling. But wasn’t his hearts, even as they raced and pushed the purple in his veins.
It was his lungs.
His body twisted, and blood poured from his mouth in a rising cloud, like smoke billowing in the water.
The grip around him loosened. A massive face tilted toward him. Somewhere behind it, he smelled her panic, sour and tingly, mixing with the metalness of all the blood around them. Fighting the currents to reach him. The Deepstrider cupped Viktor in one palm, steadying his weight, but Viktor’s eyes were locked on the small human struggling toward him. Another grey hand extended, one clawed finger guiding her upward.
Viktor flared the spikes along his spine involuntarily, ready to fight even though he knew he had no chance.
“Just helping her up, see?” Forbis said, his voice low and careful, quiet enough not to shatter the fragile human ears around the commune.
He guided her closer. She kicked hard against the water, trembling in the presence of such a massive Undine, yet still she pushed through. For him.
Her arms outstretched and Viktor surged forward with such force it sent her tumbling back, spiraling them together. His tail coiled around her legs, his gills fluttering wildly, his body glowing in frantic bursts of light. He crushed her against his chest, burying his face into the soft place where her neck met her shoulder, dragging in desperate lungfuls of her scent. It hurt, every breath sharp as a knife, but he held on.
“I have missed you,” he exhaled, voice breaking. He pressed closer, nuzzling deeper, rubbing his scent into her skin to erase the trace of the other Undine. “I am sorry… for not coming faster.”
Another lance of pain shot through his lungs and he clamped down tighter, almost suffocating her in the process. His body shook with the effort of holding on, claws pricking against her back. He couldn’t stop himself — the shimmer still burned in his veins, the frenzy urging him to claim, to mark, to make her his before anyone could rip her away. His lungs burned, his head spinned. He tried taking deeper breaths but he couldn’t, blocked by a blade that lodged itself in the right side of his chest.
And yet she didn’t fight him. Her hands moved in steady circles across his spine, small and fragile compared to his claws, but enough to seep through the haze. His breathing slowed. The violent tremors in his body softened into shivers, and the crushing embrace loosened just enough to let her move against him. She held him close, her cheek pressed to the curve of his jaw, letting him settle.
You managed to get him to the pool doors.
As the shimmer wore off, Viktor struggled to breathe underwater. Mira did her best with what they had on hand, but it took him expelling the water from his lungs and switching to his land set before he could draw a few deep breaths. You caressed his back through it all, helpless to do more. He was scratched and bruised, his side fins torn — but still in far better shape than Aric. You would feel bad for the other Undine later. For now, every scrap of worry you had belonged to Viktor.
They wisely chose to tend to Aric in the underwater wing of the commune. You doubted the men would keep their composure if both of them were in the same room. Instead, you sat on the metal floor, Viktor’s large face pillowed in your lap as humans fussed over his wounds. Droids scanned him, injected him, stitched him back together. He didn’t flinch once, half-lidded eyes watching you cry onto his cheeks.
He lifted a clawed hand, caught one of your tears, and smiled at you stupidly. You threaded your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly, trying to distract him from what was happening.
“It’s time to sleep, Vik,” you cooed softly. His absence was forgiven the moment you saw him bleeding out on the floor. “Rest now, hmm?”
He hummed in reply, eyes shutting. “Just for a while.”
—
It was longer than a while.
The droids put him under with an injection, his sea lungs still raw. He remained half-submerged in the pool, no bed large enough to fit his whole body. His head had been pressing into your thighs until pins and needles forced you to slide a pillow beneath him. His hair had dried into a wild puff, sticking out in every direction, a halo around his face as he slept.
You did everything you could to make him comfortable. Rough blankets from the commune, a sponge every few hours to keep his skin from drying out. They told you he would need to rest until the medicine cleared the shimmer from his system, until he could breathe underwater again.
You started with his face, dabbing a sponge across his cheeks, pausing only to kiss them softly. You had missed him terribly. There would be a time for explanations later, but now all you wanted was to care for him. You traced the crook of his neck, near his closed gills, careful not to linger too long where the skin was sensitive. You cleaned his claws of blood, dabbed his arms and chest, and ran the water down the pale plane of his stomach — softer than you remembered, dipping down and rising with steady breaths.
Then you let the water trickle over the exposed part of his tail. One scale caught your eye, half-loosened, sharp and translucent like a shard of glass. You leaned in, running your finger over it to check if there was blood.
“Stripping me of my scales already?” His voice was hoarse, sleepy. A warm hand rested clumsily on your leg.
“Oh—sorry. I didn’t mean to, I was just checking it wasn’t bleeding. I wasn’t going to take it— ”
He smiled with eyes still shut, hummed, and drifted back to sleep. You threaded your fingers with his and stayed like that, unwilling to move.
—
“You’ll hurt your back if you sleep like that,” Arges muttered, nudging your foot. You blinked awake, realizing you had curled yourself alongside Viktor’s body, head near his shoulder, one leg stretched toward the pool. Your hand still rested on his chest, trapped under his. Embarrassed, you sat up quickly, releasing it.
“Give him a few more days,” Arges said, throwing a woven kelp bag on the floor. “I brought food for when he wakes. He won’t swim for a while. Shimmer’s nasty stuff, but he already had some issues. Probably never knew. They’re confident about the treatment, though.” He scratched his chin awkwardly.
“Thank you,” you said, pulling your foot away as the fish inside jumped.
“Just don’t tell him it’s from me. He’ll be weird about other males until you mate. I’d rather not end up like Aric.” He snorted at your burning cheeks.
“Is… he alright?” you asked softly.
“He’ll live. One of his fins was almost ripped clean off, and they had to stitch his shoulder.” Arges caught your pale face and added with another snort, “That’s fairly normal. Don’t bother yourself too much. I almost killed my brother during my frenzy. We don’t think straight for a while.”
“That sounds… excessive.”
“You forget. We are not human.”
You scratched your neck, glancing down. “Right.” A pause. Then, quieter: “Speaking of which… can I ask you something potentialy…invasive? You don’t have to answer, you can just swim away.”
Arges grinned, stupidly amused.
You glanced quickly toward Viktor to make sure he was still asleep, then took a deep breath.
“Ask away, little human. I’ll be happy to help put him out of his misery.”
_
He stirred at last, lids fluttering open, and for a heartbeat you thought you were imagining it. His eyes unfocused, then fixed on you, and his whole expression softened like sunlight breaking through water.
“You are still here,” he rasped. His voice was low, still frayed from exhaustion, but there was joy in it that nearly broke you. His clawed hand searched for yours and you gave it instantly, pressing your palm into his.
“Of course I am,” you whispered.
His smile faltered, regret washing across his features. “I should have come sooner. I let her take you away I— ” His throat worked, guilt tightening his voice. “I am sorry.”
You shook your head, blinking fast. “Don’t. You’re here now. That’s what matters. Focus on getting better first, then we can talk, okay?”
He wanted to argue, you could see it in the way his jaw flexed, but instead he closed his eyes and brought your hand to his lips, brushing the backs of your fingers with the barest kiss. The gesture made your heart melt.
The days bled together after that.
You tended to him as he healed. Damp sponge, more kisses and hesitant touches.
Sometimes you simply talked, your voices soft in the common room, creating your own bubble every time someone passed. He told you about what had happened when he awoke in the sand and what he had to do to come here. You told him of your dull recovery and tried to omit talking about Aric. He noticed, of course he did but didn’t prob. Pursed lips and tail flicks gave away his annoyance. You offered memories from your past to distract him, he shared scraps of stories from his youth — he had no one he missed anymore, no parents, no siblings. A silent ‘besides you’ hung in the air.
Mira inspected his swimming aid and hummed approvingly. “That’s some nice work right there” at which Viktor lights lit up. You shot him a surprise look and he just dropped his fins down and looked away, embarrassed. He cleared his throat.
“Thanks I..ehh we..Jayce and I… spent some time making it. I wish I had better tools at hand to make it more comfortable”.
You opened up your mouth to ask Mira, but she was faster, grinning already. “That could be arranged. I could use someone to help construct stuff around here. Especially since Jayce is gone for a while. Well, that's it, if you want of course” He blinked a few times, surprised.
“I would be honored. But — “ He lifted his claws up.
“Mmm she or I can help you out with details for now…but I bet we could make something to aid you…”
“Something like a mechanical hand…” He whispered to himself, eyes glittering. “…or..or mechanical arm? A claw?” Mira almost squealed at that.
“Hold that thought I will be right back with something to write!” She ran out of the room and you chuckled. He was already watching you, eyes round and careful, afraid to ask what he wanted. You cupped his cheek and lowered your forehead to his. “I told you she would teach you”
The nights felt different.
The sweetness of the days was gaining weight, soaking up water, collecting want.
When the lights in the bubble dimmed and the last footsteps receded to their owners’ beds, you were left to yourselves. It was false privacy, of course. At any moment an Undine could swim past below, or a human could walk through the exit room on their way to another corridor.
So you behaved.
You sneaked touches that could be explained—wrapping your arms close to your body and pressing your head against where his gills lay flat. They couldn’t flutter while he breathed through his land lungs, but you knew they were still sensitive to your touch. He let his breaths shallow, pretending to sleep, while you inched closer and hooked one leg around his tail.
He allowed it, of course, drawing you nearer and pressing his lips to your forehead to subdue you.
You stilled.
For a while.
When his guard slipped again, you ghosted your lips over the silky ribbons, and he hissed softly to let you know he was onto you.
You played variations of this dance each night.
Sometimes it was you who began, sometimes him. Your lips parted and you exhaled teasing breaths, warming the skin of his neck. His tail twitched, his grip tightened, claws pressing into the flesh of your arm. You ran your tongue along the seam and felt the shiver reach the tips of his fins. He tilted his neck to give you better access, the fight lost, and you smiled against his skin.
Got you, you thought.
He would have let you eat him whole if you wished, only to be held like that again the next night. He hummed, his throat working as he swallowed while you made space across his skin. His neck would not bruise, but you tried anyway—kissing, sucking, scraping your teeth until he went soft in your arms.
He was not completely innocent. He let you press closer as you worked him up, at least until one of your legs rode higher. Then he moved—a small roll of muscle, the spikes on his back prickling up though you did not notice. He moved, feeling the heat of your core, making sure each shift teased you as much as you teased him. And it worked. Your breaths came in warm huffs against his skin, already damp from your mouth, making goosebumps. His cocks hidden from sight pressed on to be released.
He knew you knew where they were now, a slit in his tail bulging every time, begging to finally be seen, but he didn’t want to scare you off. He had never had the opportunity to explain, and in the light of day—even artificial light—he had no courage to bring it up, especially not here.
And he burned. His insides swirled, sticky heat, threatening to boil him from the inside with no release. The furthest you both had gone was grinding against each other, him swallowing your breaths so no one would hear you. But no matter how much you teased, he never let himself go entirely.
Today was no different. As you reached to touch where he desperately wanted you, he caught your wrist and brought your hand to his lips to kiss it.
“Shameless creature. Not here” he rasped, voice low so no one could hear.
You huffed in frustration, because you knew the days of making out and stolen touches had left you both constantly on edge. And tonight, you’d had enough.
“Yes. Here,” you whispered against his lips. He didn’t answer, only rolled his tail again, rubbing you just the right way. You made sure the sound that escaped you was close to his ear. He liked being tortured, just a little.
Before he could do it again, you slipped away from him, and he exhaled sharply, like he wanted to protest, propping himself up on his forearms. You took a few steps toward one of the metal doors and pulled the lever. Then the other. And finally, as you reached the pool exit, you pressed a button.
He watched you, one brow arched, as all the doors closed with a solid click. The pool divided and slid shut, leaving only a shallow tub with his tail submerged, the rest blocked from view.
“Where were we?” you purred, settling yourself astride his tail. Realistically, no one was wandering around at this hour of the night—but now, with the flood blockade pulled, you were left entirely to yourselves.
You both knew you couldn’t yet explore that pull between you fully—not until he was healed, and not until the water could cradle you both. You’d had an earful from Arges about how Undines mated, and you wanted to make it right by Viktor. But waiting only sharpened the ache. Each day, as you tended to him, the air between you grew thicker, charged when his gaze lingered as your fingers brushed over him. And you still owned him, surely a small taste would not ruin your appetite before the dinner.
He tilted his head and lifted one finned brow.
“What did you do?”
“Locked the doors.”
“Oh,” he managed, just as you nipped at his neck. He shifted his jaw slightly to accommodate you.
Your hands explored his torso, drawing a low hum of approval from him. You trailed kisses where you found moles, below his collarbone, along his right shoulder, down to where the softness of his stomach began, and lower still, where scales clustered over his hip bones. Then lower—
His fins flared, trembling just a little.
“Wait, I—” You stopped, looking up at him from beneath your lashes.
“Hmm?”
“I have to tell you something first, and you may not like it.” He swallowed thickly.
A small chuckle escaped your lips. He was so sweet like that, considerate, a little scared of your reaction. But oh, you were ready for it.
“I know you have two. It’s okay.” You licked along one of his rib gills “I only wish to see them.” You cooed.
“Oh, well, I—” he said again as your hand slid down, searching. He arched into the touch right where your palm found a slit, hidden neatly beneath the scales. You could feel something waiting inside that spot, something you meant to tease out.
“How—” he started, but you were already sliding lower, making sure your breasts pressed against him as you did so. Females of his kind lacked softness, and you wanted him to remember that it was human doing this. You were on a mission, and you would find what you were looking for.
You had expected his scales to be off-putting—slimy, perhaps—but instead he was warm, almost like skin, textured but not unpleasant. It felt good under your fingers, tactile. The muscles of his tail tensed in anticipation as you ran your fingertips across the slit. You didn’t yet know how to make them come out, but you would find out.
“What are you doing?” he asked, watching as you smirked and licked the seam that concealed him. His breath hitched, and he shuddered.
“Undines don’t do that?” Your tongue dragged in a long, slow flick. “I’m only returning the favor.”
His hands clenched into fists as you finally coaxed him open. It was sleek, like lips, and you wondered if he would drip for you once you worked him hard enough.
You could see he was still holding back, eyeing you from above. Lids half closed over pitch black, sparkling. You felt both like prey and like a predator. His gaze flicked toward the doors, making sure they were closed.
“I told you, ah—”
You pushed one finger in. It slid smoothly. It was hot and moist and so, so soft. His tail twitched in the water.
“—my people mate brutally—” he managed, but his words broke as you pushed another finger inside, exploring.
Oh, and soon, when you pressed along the seam from within and curled your fingers—he was dripping. Self-lubricating, for mating underwater: thick, slightly salty, but not unpleasant. It spilled from the seam onto his scales in a single shimmering tear.
It made you feel so fucking proud, that you had caused that. An Undine, writhing beneath you, when you hadn’t even touched his cocks.
And then, when you pushed your fingers further bingo.
You found it.
Like a tongue, only larger, firmer, and so very wet, waiting for you. Smirking, you lowered your mouth to his entrance and slipped your own tongue inside, swirling it around the hot, wet cockhead.
He hissed, surprised, his head dropping back. Pointed teeth bared, a blissed-out look already on his face. From where you were, you had a lovely view of his neck—pale and peppered with moles like little kisses. It shifted as he swallowed thickly. You fingered and licked him, listening to the sweet gasps he let out as the last of his restraint slipped away. Finally, he gave in. You had won. You felt it before you saw it—swelling deeper into your mouth, sliding free of the slit that had hidden it, until at last, both of his cocks extruded for you.
It was one thing to know, and another to see.
And you pulled back to take in the sight.
They were much larger than what you were used to, lying right on top of each other—long and tapered, the tops smooth and thin, gradually widening at the base. They glistened with the slick you had coaxed out, pinking at the tips, ripe for tasting.
But you had only one mouth, and a very nervous, very aroused Undine lying beneath you. He watched you with half-lidded eyes, thin lips parted. He must have been holding his breath for a while; he looked so beautiful like that, waiting for your next move. His fins twitched, and you could see he was fighting not to flutter his gills.
You paused, thinking—it must have been a little frightening for him. Maybe he was afraid you’d bite him, the way an Undine would. A pang of guilt washed over you.
“Want me to stop?” you asked softly, making sure he was alright.
“Absolutely not.” His voice was rough, fraying at the edges, thick with that Waverider’s accent.
A chuckle escaped you. It would have been sweet, seeing him like this—so eager—if not for the overwhelming need to make him squirm. You wanted to be good for him, to make him want only you, to think of all the other things you could do later, how you would fit together.
And oh, you had so many ideas of how to take him.
You leaned in, giving a very slow, teasing lick to his bottom cock. A sharp breath left his lungs.
“You sure?” you asked.
No reply, just his black, glittering eyes fixed on you. His ribcage expanded fast with each quick breath, like he was only now remembering how to use his lungs.
So you flattened your tongue against the base of his other one, dragging it all the way up to the sweet, leaking tip. He tasted like honey with sea salt. When he still didn’t answer, you sealed your lips around the head and drew it into your hot, wet mouth.
Viktor hissed, his claws raking pleasantly over your scalp as he gripped your hair. You moaned around him, taking him in deeper. He sat perfectly along your tongue, as though made to nest there. The shape, the taper and the sweet and salty slickness of him would make it rather easy to take, you thought. And so, to test your theory, you let your throat take him deeper.
He stood no chance like this. You twirled your tongue, sucked at his tip, and worked him further in each time. As much as you could, since he was thicker the lower you went.
He called your name once. Then again.
You worked his other cock with your hand. Your jaw hurt, but you were not giving up now. Not when he moaned so sweetly as you sucked him off.
As you went up his length, you thumbed the wetness at the top.
Leaking for you so much.
Soft gasps escaped him, despite his best efforts. He was close, and you wanted to see how he fell apart.
Just a little push.
Would anyone else be able to make him into this mess? You doubted it.
He pulled at your hair, claws threading into the strands, prickling your scalp. It hurt a little, but the sting only spurred you on. You were nothing if not determined—your thighs pressed to either side of his tail, rubbing against the scales for the slightest relief, even though he was rather prickly. Both your underwear and your shorts were soaked. If only he knew how it was affecting you…but it was not about you now.
You swapped cocks, taking the other in, sucking it good just for him.
As you poked your hot tongue out and rested the tip on it, you made sure to look at him. You wanted him to see what a treat he was, and that you were ready to devour him, just as he had done for you. And oh, it worked. Tops reddening, his cocks felt so heavy, so ready to explode. He called your name again.
“I’m going to—” His tail rolled in such a delicious way it made you positively feral. Oh, you will have your way with him later for that. You will take him in, all the way to the thick base, both ways. Ride him until you both moan into each other mouths until —
He tried to warn you, but you wouldn’t have been ready anyway.
His head fell back, claws tugging harder, and a raw, unrestrained moan escaped his lips as he spilled into your mouth and over your palm. It was a lot—more than you could take at once, dripping down your chin. Salty and musky, just a stronger version of what he had been giving you before. You worked him through it, riding his orgasm as long as he could handle. When his stomach twitched and he let a quiet hiss, you knew he was getting overstimulated. With a pop, you released him, looking at him as you licked your hand clean. He watched you— milked stupid, black eyes glossed.
“Did you like it?” Truth be told, it had been a workout,but to see that face again? Worth it.
You climbed higher, leaving a trail of kisses, the last one pressed to his gills as you cradled his head in your hands. After a while, he cleared his throat.
“I am utterly speechless… is this how humans mate?”
There it was again—that swell of pride.
His praise did something to you.
You nuzzled against the soft seams of his gills, kissed them, and he let you.
“I feel like you just sucked my brain right through my cocks” He was breathless now, extra quiet, as if it could somehow make up for that raw moan he had given you just a moment ago. Like he was embarrassed someone might hear. You knew how thick those doors were, but he didn’t.
You snorted.
“This much?” A small nib. You were still painfully turned on. He seemed to understand what you were hoping for, your hips betraying you, rolling against his tail from time to time. He stiffened slightly.
No.
“As much as it pains me, you know what I am about to say, no?”
Like fuck you will.
“No, you won’t. No. Nuh-uh” He won’t do it again, he couldn’t.
“I’m sorry” He kissed your forehead, taking you into a hug and stilling your hips.
“No” You repeated.
“I have to get the treasure for you first”
You groaned.
Unbelievable.
“I know you want my cocks.” He said, chin above your head.
Oh.
Your pulse quickened. His mouth was close to your ear. Hot breaths teasing your moist skin.
“You wanted them for a while, no?”
Smug for someone who just moaned so raw for you. Bastard.
“…and you want them even more now” His claw made its ascent up your inner tight. Scratching just right to make you shiver. Going higher and higher and…Oh.
You wanted to whimper, is how badly you wanted his fingers inside. But the claws would not make it possible, and he would not make it easy on you either. Tease.
“I can feel exactly how wet you are for me, human.” His black, ribbed tongue slid out of his mouth and licked around the shell of your ear. “…you will have them, I promise. Just wait a little longer, hmmm? Will you be patient now?”
You huffed.
No. Was your true answer, but he wouldn’t have it.
You nodded, against him.
“So good for me”
Fucking tease, that’s what he was.
The moment he saw how much you wanted him, it was like a switch turned inside his head.
It would take days before he could come back to water and he was making it increasingly difficult for you. A personal vendetta for making him squirm under you. Or maybe for entertaining Aric, you didn’t know.
But you knew he felt better already as each night he would coo sweet and nasty things into your ear, and make you beg for any kind of touch.
“I will lick you clean and make you come on my tongue again” he would say one night, or “I know you will take me well.” like it was your fucking idea to deny him.
As if.
You were soaked, frustrated, and snappy, already thinking of all the ways you would make him pay for it.
It was day five of frequent swims into the village just to cool off, and of tender but charged cuddling, when Mira finally gave him the green light to breathe underwater again.
“You should be good now,” she said simply, and shortly after that he was already in the pool, taking big gulps through his gills. You gave him a look that could have burned him alive if he hadn’t been underwater, and he had the audacity to smack his fins down sheepishly.
You decided your payback would be sweet. Oh, so sweet.
“I have to, eh… run an errand. Will you wait here for me?” he asked, his head already half submerged, fins fluttering as he adjusted to being back in the water.
There were other people in the room, so all you could do was say, “Sure,” and storm off toward the gardens to dig through freshly potted tomatoes.
So. Sooo sweet.
He had come prepared when he swam here. While waiting for Jayce to repair his swimming aid, he had searched the nearby corals for what he had in mind for her: a rare, perfect pink pearl.
It would be a fitting gift, he thought, and soon enough he had found it. He was still holding it when he arrived at the commune. In his right hand — the pearl. In his left — shimmer. And after downing it, the rest blurred. He would have felt guilty, perhaps, if not for the conviction that the other Undine had deserved what he got. Maybe, at some point, he would apologize. Maybe remorse would come. But now? Ehh.
The metal aid made swimming easier, faster, and a little less bothersome. His sea-lungs felt fresh, almost new, after all the treatments he had endured. He had never realized how hard breathing had been before. As he swam, searching for the pearl he had dropped, he inhaled the mingled scents around him. Many Undines lived here, seemingly in harmony with the humans. He had no reason to suspect the commune wasn’t thriving—small Undines darted comfortably among humans who tinkered with their metal dwellings.
It felt… easy here. Familiar. A place to stay.
And the pearl would be here, somewhere in the sand. He would find it. For her.
“He’s still there.”
“Fucking hell, knock!”
Arges emerged from the pool door just as you were passing by. He tilted his big head at you.
“Knock?” Ah. Right. Undine.
“Never mind.”
“He’s still there,” he repeated.
“I know. Since he’s not here.”
A pause. Then, with irritating calm, he added, “Are you irritable? Did he not mate you well?”
“EXCUSE ME?” Your face burned. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air.
“We all saw the pool doors close.”
Shit.
“Yeah, and the latch doors.” Mira appeared, grinning like a shark. “I almost pissed myself waiting for you two to finish. Did you not enjoy the double action? Was he really that bad?”
Before you could gather a retort, she leaned in and pressed a wet kiss to Arges’s mouth. “Hi there, big boy.”
“I’m leaving.” Your face was on fire. Nothing smart came to mind, only the desperate urge to escape.
_
Two days of searching, but he had finally found it. Aside from a short break to hunt, he had spent nearly all that time digging through sand around the area. Two agonizing days of want.
You were in the gardens when he knocked on the glass. He pointed with his claws for you to meet him at the pool doors, then disappeared.
But you didn’t go.
He came back a moment later, knocking on the glass closer to your head. You turned and looked at him as if you had only just now noticed him.
He raised a brow.
You went back to picking vegetables.
His face stayed close, watching yours, daring you to meet his eyes.
You didn’t.
So he swam away.
Some time later, he saw you passing through one of the corridors. He swam the entire length alongside you, but you only smirked at him before ducking into a windowless bubble.
The third time, you were in the pool exit room—the common room, as some called it, but far from the water, reading something Mira had left on her workstation.
Your skin prickled. Someone was watching.
Viktor was. Only his eyes broke the surface of the pool before he called your name.
“You’re avoiding me. Why.” It wasn’t a question.
You just hummed.
“Mmm. I don’t ignore you, I was just… busy.”
“With what?” He lifted himself out of the water, part of his body dragging onto the metal floor.
“Commune stuff.” Your voice was flat. You didn’t give him more than a glance.
“Eh… we both know that’s not true. You’re crossed with me.” For an underwater creature, he managed the best pair of puppy eyes you’d ever seen.
“I am not.” Not going to work on me buddy. Nuh-uh. Maybe a bit. But still nuh-uh.
He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head. “Mhm. Then look at me.”
You clicked away on the next page in Mira’s notes, deliberately slow. “I am looking. At words.”
He groaned, low in his throat. “You are just being cruel.”
“I am not,” you shot back, lips twitching into the faintest smile.
His tail flicked the surface behind him, splashing water across the floor. You didn’t even flinch, though he could see droplets sliding down your arm. His fins flared up.
“I got you something” he said, leaning further out of the pool, claws gripping the metal. “Would you look at me finally? It took two days to find.”
“Ohhh, so it’s a guilt trip you’re after? I thought Undines were above that sort of thing.”
His jaw tensed. “Are you mad about the teasing?”
“I am not” You repeated yet again, daring him.
That was the last straw. With a huff, he surged forward, water washing across the metal as his hand shot out and wrapped firmly around your ankle.
“Hey—!” you squeaked, chair scraping as he yanked. In one swift motion, he dragged you toward the pool, tablet dropped to the floor with a clank.
“Viktor!” you half-gasped, half-laughed, trying to maintain your balance. “Stop, I’ll fall—”
“That’s the idea,” he hissed, but there was a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
The cold water kissed your face a heartbeat later, when pulled you right off the edge. You plunged with a yelp that turned into a burst of bubbles.
When you surfaced, sputtering water, hair sticking to you face, he was already circling, eyes gleaming with mischief and annoyance both.
“Still avoiding me?” he asked, far too smug.
You splashed him in the face, water glittering under the room lights.
“I am—“
“I swear if you say it one more time, I will pull you underwater.”
You felt heat rise to your cheeks—not just from anger, but from how exposed you were in the now wet dress you had borrowed. Most of the clothes were borrowed. And the way it clung to your body left little to the imagination. He didn’t bother to hide the way his eyes ran over you.
Hand extended, he waited. Hesitant, you placed yours in his.
Yes you were mad. But also…
He dropped something heavy into your palm.
Large, pink, opalescent pearl.
It rolled against the cup of your hand, and you gasped at how beautiful it was. A treasure, at last.
Waiting, his gills fluttered shyly around his head, eyes fixed on your reaction. Your breath escaped in a shaky exhale. You wanted to tease him, oh yes—for all the dirty things he had whispered in your ear—but more than that, you were simply tired of waiting. The little game you had set between you? Over.
You reached for his face, cupping the broad planes of it, and pressed a kiss to one cheek, then the other. His eyelids lowered, his body trembling with the softest of exhales.
“Thank you,” you whispered, kissing the tip of his nose. He scrunched it.
“Do you…eh…for lack of a better word…accept?”
You knew he wasn’t asking about the pearl.
Do you accept me?
“Yes.”
Plenty of grottos and hidden caves with small pockets of air dotted the commune. They were places humans often sought out with their Undines. You had seen it before—tangled limbs and tails in the kelp forests, couples slipping into caverns or disappearing along the ocean floor. Each time, heat rose to your cheeks. It had always seemed reckless to you, shameless even, to not care who might see. How could they go at it with only swaying ribbons of kelp for cover?
But now, connected to him by the breathing tube, lips brushing as you kissed your way into one of those caves—you understood. You couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Fucking finally.
The long build-up had wound a tight, burning knot low in your stomach. And by the way he nipped at your bottom lip, you knew he felt the same fire.
The cave was smaller than the first grotto. A flat rock halfway in the water made it easier. As he deposited you down, your legs were already wrapped around his tail, and you were grinding yourself over him. He hissed against your lips as you traced the inside of his mouth with your tongue. His was long, so long it felt like he was devouring you just with this kiss.
He hummed as your hands roamed his body, letting you trail greedy kisses across him. You tried to leave hickeys you knew wouldn’t bloom, but that didn’t stop you. You kissed every mole, bit, licked, and pressed into his skin so he could feel the weight of your need in your stomach. You wanted to mark him, just as he wanted to leave his mark on you.
His gills fluttered wildly around his head, and your hand traveled there, burying your fingers in the buttery soft flesh. Slowly, you scraped upward into his hair, tugging lightly. Soft sighs slipped from his lips as you pressed kisses there, taking the delicate skin of his gills into your mouth.
He rolled his hips against you, needy, his cocks already half-extruded. There was wet, and then there was wet—and you were the second. Halfway wasn’t good enough; you wanted to see them fully, to feel them fully inside of you. You wanted to hear him moan, the muscles of his lower abdomen tensing as you took him into your mouth again.
Teasing. Tasting.
You wouldn’t be cruel, no…but you wanted to see him blissed-out, big as he was, soft and hard for you at the same time. Closing his eyes shut as pleasure took him. A gasp escaped you as he moved at the right angle, giving a sliver of relief to the throbbing tension you felt.
You moved one hand down, and down—and—
“Wait,” he hissed straight into your lips. You stilled. “I want to take you underwater.”
It could have a double meaning. It did.
You eyed the water behind him, his tail twitching.
He leaned closer to your ear. “It’s warm there, and you shiver.”
You did. Sure—but not for the reason he thought.
Before you could change your mind, you nodded.
And as you sank down, so did the feeling in your stomach. Slowly, he pulled you flush against him and swam beneath, into a corridor completely enclosed. The realization of what he was offering only then dawned on you. You would be underwater, connected by the breathing appendage—him breathing for you as your bodies joined in yet another way. He would control your breath as he saw fit. He would play with your body as he pleased. He would be inside you in every possible way you could imagine. In your lungs. In your mouth. In between your legs.
Something bright and hot bubbled from beneath the rocks at the bottom. It lit the space in warm, golden hues, and limb by limb your body relaxed as the water softened your muscles. It felt pleasant, like you were inside a beating heart. Currents curled against your skin. Currents and fins. Currents and claws. Currents and lips.
The tension bled out of you as you looked at him again—and found his black eyes fixed on you, hungry. He coiled his tail around your legs, nuzzling into your neck before dragging his tongue slowly from the tendon there to the shell of your ear. Your dress slipped away beneath his claws, billowing as it sank, but you didn’t see where it landed. His mouth was already crashing back against yours. Hungry, needy, ready. Here. Please. Yes.
He trembled slightly, but so did you.
You wanted to speak—and you could, connected as you were by the tube—but it still felt too scary. The hot water felt syrupy, like you might melt into it, into his embrace, his body. Transform into a bubble and pop.
Your breaths came heavy, chest arching toward his touch, toward his kisses, toward his tongue. He dragged it lazily around your nipples, teasing, before finally taking one into his mouth and sucking. The sharp sound you made earned a pleased hum. Your hands found his gills again, tugging gently, and he answered with bites—sharp, but not unpleasant—as you pressed closer. Closer.
It was rough against your core, but good. He rolled his hips in just the right way, enough to make you crave more.
Oh and his cocks did extrude fully, as you continued to rub over him, and the top one was grinding over you just right, just there just —
He lifted you, settling your knees over his shoulders before diving in.
One long lick. Every ridge and bump of his tongue felt cruel, unfair, teasing you with what you knew it could do inside you. But no. He wanted to take his time.
You felt his smile curve against the skin of your thighs, his gills fluttering there, tickling like soft little licks over your clit as he leaned in.
He sucked it into his mouth and—oh. He was delicate at first, you’d give him that. Eager, yes, but compared to the last time he had you, he built the pleasure slowly, rolling his tongue over you, playing with you like he had nothing better to do.
It still felt unfair when he only dipped the very tip into you, moving it in and out, then switching back to suck at you again, laughing quietly at your frustrated sighs. Each time you drew close, muscles tightening, ready to snap— then he would stop, nibble at your thighs, and look up at you.
Close?
His brows shot up, studying your face—and it was nearly impossible to keep a straight one while he did all that, over and over and over again.
That’s it, big boy.
You moved as much as you could, and before he could react, you turned around, pushing yourself against the water with your hands, face down, ass up, mouth on his top cock. He hissed. There we go.
He twitched his tail, clearly wanting to coil it around you, but thought better of it and instead let you both fall onto the sandy patch of the sea floor. It was hotter here, heavier, but he couldn’t hold you both afloat—not when you took him deeper and deeper down your throat. He moaned around you, keeping his tongue inside, but now, with you turned around, he had a better idea.
Bubbles floated as you nearly choked on him when he probed at your other hole. He seemed curious—or maybe lost?
No, definitely curious.
He touched you with the side of his claw and you flinched. You could feel his chuckle all the way down his cock, when it shook his body. He had found a new sort of reaction, and he intended to make full use of his study subject. His tongue was still curled inside you, moving in ways that made you want to ride it, but now, on top of that, he pressed his knuckle into your other entrance.
Fuck.
He was giving you a taste of what you were planning to do with him later, and fuck, fucking hell you didn’t want to give it but —
It started at the base of your spine and traveled through you as you clamped down on his tongue and his knuckle, both working you through it. It wasn’t fair. He didn’t stop—not until you couldn’t take it anymore, not until he squeezed every last drop out of your orgasm out of you.
Big bubbles left your mouth as you moaned.
He didn’t let you spin around, floating down instead so he lay on the sandy floor as you tried to squirm away. You chomped on his side, which did nothing more than tickle. His stomach sucked in, and finally—finally—Viktor let you turn around.
You needed a moment, but the moment you saw his face, you knew you were in trouble. If this was how he looked at his prey…
But he was your Undine. Your Viktor.
You sought kisses, as he sought touch—more and more of your body mapped by his hands, scratched with his claws, not to leave a mark but to send shivers down and down and down. Your legs found his tail, one knee on each side of him, and as soon as you kissed, you were grinding on top of him again.
His poor bottom cock laid neglected, so you reached for it, giving it a few slow strokes. It was slick, gooey, coated in its own substance, and oh—you remembered your idea, about what you had planned to do with him.
You guided it to your bottom and teased a small tip in. Just a bit. He bared his teeth at you, but you shushed him with another kiss. He was tapered, the top barely bigger than his knuckle, and you took your time, working yourself open for it, preparing to take the other one. His hand found your clit and circled it with the pad of his finger. You sucked in all the air from both of your lungs. He was still breathing for you, pacing the air slower now, helping you adjust and relax. Because soon… of course, he understood what you wanted to do.
So smart.
Eager, he stopped circling you and pressed the pinking tip of his other cock to your cunt. Asking.
“Is that what you want, pretty human? Working yourself up to take both of them?”
He sounded smug, but the trembling gave him away. His gills fluttered, yes, but his fins shook as you took both of them now, tips sinking into you inch by inch, down and up. He sighed, bubbles escaping from his gills.
You hugged him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He was so sweet for you. Slowly, you worked yourself lower and lower, getting used to the stretch. The slick covering his length and the taper helped so much, and soon you were stealing every breath he took, making him dizzy.
The water grew scalding hot. His tail wrapped around your ankle, seeking to coil with you like two undines would. Soon, you took him halfway in, gasping—fuck, he was big. He was already throbbing as he stretched you, filling you completely.
His tongue mapped your mouth as you moaned into each other’s mouths. , his cocks in both of your holes, his tail coiled around you like a whip, pushing your legs wider. His arms hugging you, pressing you close, closer, as close to melting in the hot water and into him as posibble. Shallow breaths in your lungs, shallow thrusts of his tail up and inside of you, taking, but taking patiently, as softly as one could.
It felt so good to be so close. He moved your hair, which billowed around your face, and pushed it back with his hands. He kissed you then, shuddering.
“That’s it,” he whispered in your ear. “You’re doing great.” His thumb caressed your back.
Was it more for him or for you? It was hard to tell.
Either way, you started to move more, and it was easier to go up and down now, his warmth and the water relaxing you further. Gradually, you picked up the pace as the knot in your stomach tightened. If not for being in the water, you were sure you would have been a mess—slick between your thighs, tears in your eyes. But you were taking him in the water, and you were taking him well.
He grew thicker, as you sped up, going even lower, below what you felt to be your limit. He was holding you with one arm, angling you down on him just right. Just there, fuck—
He was losing control. You could feel it in your lungs as the air grew scarce, struggling to grasp a proper breath. His tail coiled tighter around your ankle, and his gasps filled the water. You swallowed them all, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, as his thrusts grew sloppier. He turned you around, pressing your back into the sand, rutting into you now. His tail was rubbing on your swollen clit, harsh but good, and it was just a matter of time who would snap first.
You — oh fuck, you did.
That knot inside of you, it didn’t just snap it exploded, rippling through you like a wave would. Like a tsunami would, and you fluttered for him too. Clenched over him, as he fucked you stupid through your orgasm. Sand billowed up and around you as you moved.
It was only a moment before he joined you. There, there, right there — with one final snap of his tail he spilled into you, filling you up. The sound he made, oh…that alone would make you ready for another round. He stilled, double hearts beating in sync, chest heaving, throat raw.
Both of you were panting, sharing that little bit of air, rolling onto your sides so he could hold you.
A long moment passed before either of you moved, spoke, or did anything functional. Then…he pressed his lips to your forehead.
You pushed up and nuzzled his nose. You good?
That gesture seemed to ask.
He just smiled at you and gave a little cheeky thumbs-up.
His hand was shaking.
There were countless caves around the commune, each with its own secrets. Some were warm, others glowed faintly, and a few still carried the husks of abandoned research facilities. But none of that mattered, you didn’t go there to talk. Talking you did plenty of, in the daylight hours, as you worked among the others while he tinkered with Mira’s drones.
He brought you his hunts, bigger fish now, thanks to the strength of his metal aid, grinning with pride at every offering.
He seemed at peace.
Sometimes he would hum while he worked, sometimes he’d bicker with Jayce whenever he came around. Eventually, he claimed as his own the first cave you had ever explored together, moving his things there just to be close to you. For someone who used to prefer solitude, he had grown awfully clingy.
The commune itself was changing, too. More glass and metal domes rose, swelling to hold new residents. And at last, you were able to make art the way you had always dreamed of. Undines brought you shells and plants, Sky grew materials for you, and with their help you managed something you had only ever read about before—paints. It took time to perfect the recipe, but soon colors bloomed across the inside of the domes. Flowers, skies, and distant landscapes spread over the glass walls, and the other residents adored them.
You painted for them, yes—but also for him. Always for him. So that when he swam past, he would see your world too. At least what it was supposed to be.
Life was peaceful then. And it swam ahead.
END