Salted Semblance, Chapter 4
Aquamarine Abyss
This is vore, Minors DNI
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Helynsia huffed, approaching the docs not with any fish, but herself. As she ran, she contemplated her own situation; she never imagined that she’d be feeding herself to a mermaid. Though again, was it really ‘feeding herself’ if she trusted the person?
Any aficionado of women eating each other (like her coworker) would tell her the obvious; it was. It absolutely was. This creature-
Helynsia paused; she didn’t want to keep referring to Ingrid as just ‘some creature’. If she wanted to go out with her, then Ingrid should be referred to by her very own name.
Urgh, but was she really about to go out with a sea creature that could kill her at any moment?! Someone that she’d have to repeatedly pray towards so she wouldn’t become prey?! Helynsia dropped an ice dagger onto the docks and kicked it with the side of her shoe. She watched it skip across the water, bouncing a couple of times before finally sinking. Helynsia kept huffing, mind as muddled as the waves crashing against the shore.
And amongst the muddle lay some deep blue scales. Familiar scales, ones that came with a familiar face that rose from the water. The salted substance clung to the mermaid’s violet box-braids, wrapped around her neck rather than flowing freely. Rather than say anything, Ingrid weakly waved hi; Pausing, Helynsia naturally waved back, noticing the deep webbing between Ingrid’s fingers.
Helynsia coughed into her mouth: “Did those pirates from yesterday bother you?”
Ingrid merely shook her head, starting to approach the dock slowly. Like a shark testing the waters and avoid scaring its prey before they could run away.
Yet, Helynsia didn’t want to run away yet. She couldn’t. Her mind and body screamed for her to stay, with her heart panicking as it pumped the deadly concoction of fear and love through her veins. She took a step forward, approaching the edge of the pier as Ingrid did the same.
As they reached the edge, Helynsia sat down as Ingrid rose to meet her; not quite coming out of the water, but everything above her waist had to count for something. Helynsia caught herself staring at Ingrid’s stomach, wondering just how she felt inside; was it warm? Soft?
Did Ingrid feel the same way about her?
Though before that, Ingrid jumped up to the dock, again curling her tail around Helynsia’s legs. The two, tangled against one another, rested for a few minutes on the dock before saying anything. They just let the seagulls soar past, cawing as loudly as they usually did.
“Sorry,” Ingrid apologizes, nuzzling Helynsia’s neck like the first time they had met.
“...It was nice,” Helynsia admitted. She wasn’t quite sure what prompted her to say that; Ingrid had the same reaction from the way she froze up. Trying to ignore the tension Helynsia stroked her… friend’s stomach? Were they just friends now???
Did Helynsia want to take a chance at love again?
She looked down at Ingrid’s warm and inviting lips, stationary as the salt in the air lingered in between them. Neither of them spoke a word as Helynsia pulled Ingrid up, their faces and button-noses now touching. All Helynsia did was twist her head and start to kiss the open-mouthed beauty.
Ingrid did the same, pushing Helynsia back as the two fell onto the docks and Ingrid held Helynsia tight as she could; Ingrid, however, was starving.
… Oh, how much Ingrid hated that word, starving; she had already eaten hours ago, and she was certain hunger was not what she was feeling. But how else could one describe swallowing the person they love so much?
Ingrid hesitated, her tongue pausing. Noticing this, Helynsia pulled back (or pushed back, in this case) from the kiss. She took in Ingrid’s guilt, her face of fear. Mind, body, and heart took over the fear Helynsia was facing.
Without speaking a word, Helynsia eased Ingrid to the water. Ingrid relented, making the face of a sea-puppy and was about to swim off before Helynsia raised a hand. She kicked her feet against the dock, Ingrid salivating at just how easy it would be to grab her. How easy it would be to take her off the shore and never return her back home. That would be cruel, wouldn’t it? Surely Helynsia wasn’t asking that from her?
The pause lingered like the gulls as the sea-struck lovers continued to stare at one another.
Curious but cautiously, Ingrid took the woman’s feet, wrapped in practical boots. Staring up, Ingrid started to wrap her mouth around Helynsia, trying to observe what she could in the woman’s face. There was the expression of fear. Of course, that wasn’t really a surprise; the sense of curiosity, however, was curious.
Helynsia said nothing – aside from meaningless huffs – as she let the mermaid wrap herself around the barmaid’s body, Ingrid kept engulfing the barmaid intoxicated by loneliness. The barmaid so drunk that she’d do anything to discard the bottle she kept running towards.
Helynsia slipped downwards, everything waist-down now in Ingrid’s mouth. She continued to swallow as Helynsia tucked her hands in, absentmindedly wriggling as a warm and tender stomach pressed against the barmaid’s clothes. Ingrid could still feel the salt on the sea lingering on Helynsia’s everything, but it could never override the savory scent of butter that clinged to her body. (and her hair, considering that Helynsia had to fix her hair yesterday night for… obvious reasons.)
On Helynsia’s part, she still was struggling to process what exactly was happening. She could say no at any time, no to being eaten and taken away from land. So why wasn’t she saying anything?
Maybe she wanted someone else to take the bottle away from her. Or in this case, prevent her from drinking its contents.
So she relented, suppressing the primal fear of being consumed as she let herself be tucked beneath the waves of Ingrid’s rolling tongue. It lapped against Helynsia’s face not out of some lustful desire, but because it was warm and soft; Ingrid will do anything to make sure Helynsia remains safe.
Right before Helynsia was contained, she looked up to the blinding sun. It wouldn’t be blinding anymore; not when Ingrid finally clamped her teeth as Helynsia’s hair was tucked away. All that was left was to swallow.
Helynsia could feel the mermaid’s throat pulling her down into the deep deep cavern, squeezing at every bit of her. She could hear herself squelch against her lover’s walls, pushing and prodding as she continued to sink. It stopped, followed by an intense heaving.
On the outside, Ingrid took deep and slow breaths, cuddling her tail with the barmaid inside. Diving into the water, Ingrid kept swimming as Helynsia remained submerged both beneath the sea and inside her. Ingrid didn’t want to let go of Helynsia, she just wanted to keep her here.
Forever.
Helynsia was finally in her grasp, finally close to her. She kept massaging her tail, feeling it continue to squeeze against her, *ahem*, crush. Bubbles spurted out of Ingrid’s mouth, which was… oddly cute. She could actually feel Helynsia’s breath through her own, as if they were breathing together. Listening closely, a faint sound started to beat. Beat. Beat.
It was the sound of a heart.
Be-beat. Be-beat. Be-beat.
It was now the sound of two hearts beating together, nearly in sync. Ingrid continued to drift downwards and swim, still wrapped around the lovely barmaid… no. Barmaid was no longer sufficient.
Helynsia was an Aquamaid, someone who’d tend to a creature of the sea.
At this, she realized a terrible thing: “Oh wait, um, did you want this, or?” she asked, the internal pulsing from within pausing.
Helynsia was dumbfounded: “...yes?” she replies, going back to her self-assigned task of massaging the insides of Ingrid. Though, looking back on it, Helynsia was rather thankful Ingrid had chosen to ask – they’d both been so caught up in the moment that they’d hardly said anything about any sort of practice. Was this act of swallowing not an extreme form of BSDM? No, it just wouldn’t do without safe words. “So, uh, say I want to be let out.”
“Like, right now?” Ingrid asks, ready to swim up to the surface.
“Just saying! Hypothetically! I’ll just say, uh… Shea!”
“She-ah?” the mermaid said, the words slippery on her tongue.
“Ok never mind, how about… Carajillo?”
“Cha-ra-hee-jo. Alright!” And so Ingrid kept swimming, occasionally checking to make sure Helynsia was alright. Though in the aquamaid’s case, she often found herself resting against the mermaid’s cozy warmth, shifting around to stretch her limbs. Perhaps rather surprisingly, it was fairly effective in getting rid of cramps. Next time she was swallowed, she’d have to keep this in mind.
… Next time?
Would there be a next time?
“Ingrid?” Helynsia asks, starting to curl up and letting the pressure of both the mermaid and the deep sea compress and caress her.
The mermaid pauses: “Mhm?” she continues, looking on at her love.
“Why… me?” Crushes could come and go, and yet, for someone to be infatuated with her – especially when Ingrid seemed to know not much about her past beyond the months of stalking –, there had to be an answer.
Ingrid continues to swim, pondering how to answer the query. “You’re beautiful, right?” She starts to transform her tail into a translucent shade, allowing her passenger to see all beneath the sea. The long strands of seaweed forest scraped against Ingrid and against her tail, other fish seeming to steer past the duo to give them some otherwise much needed privacy. “Not as beautiful as the other sights here,” Helynsia adds, pressing her face as if she was against a window. It came with a soft squelch sound, an equally soft reminder on where she was. However, it was a welcome one.
Ingrid continued, “I know. It’s not the only reason, and… I don’t think I know.” Helynsia bit her lip, holding back an ill-timed chuckle; it was the exact reason she had followed Ingrid onto a ship without any sort of plan, was it not?
“I wanted someone. Someone I longed for, to touch and feel… more like this, if that makes sense?”
Helynsia nodded, the time passing before she realized Ingrid probably wasn’t looking back to see her face; “Oh, yes. I understand… I think.”
“Do I scare you?”
“... Yes,” the aquamaid honestly answers.
“So why did you come?”
“I don’t know either. It just felt… right. I don’t think I wanted to leave you.”
“Mm.” The two swim in peace, though quickly disrupted by a gaggle of other mermaids that approached the duo.
“Hey Ingy!” One of them calls out, Ingrid freezing in place at the familiar voice. She didn’t want them to meet Helynsia like this, especially considering that, well… humans did have a legitimate reason for fearing these creatures of the deep. As loath as Ingrid was to admit it. “Congrats on finding your mate!” The asker – a pearl-skinned flat-nosed Mary – went to put her hands on Ingrid’s stomach, Helynsia skittering as far as she could. Mary cooed, “Ooh, and she’s squeamish!”
Helynsia’s hands went under her skirt, feeling the knives still tucked away inside; though remembering where she was, she started to take her hands off of the useless implements. Not like they’d do anything in the deep blue.
Instead, Helynsia prepared her hands, ready to manifest shards of exploding ice at a whim. All it would take was one snap.
“Haha, yeah!” Ingrid laughed weakly, starting to slowly swim away. “Anyways, I plan to, *ehem* consume her later, so-”
“You have to let me play around with her first,” Mary continued, again starting to move her hands towards the human envisioned as prey. Ingrid did the work though, shoving Mary away; “Aww,” Mary pouts.
“Hey, some other day!” Ingrid hoped to whatever god was out there (if one existed) that Helynsia wasn’t being offput by all of this. This wasn’t how she wanted her first (or second?) date to go, meeting the people who convinced her to go up. Sure, they wouldn’t digest her, but Ingrid knew all too well how mischievous her kind was.
“Oh come now, don’t be like that!” As Mary kept pursuing the chance to grope Ingrid’s stomach, she leaned in close, about to kiss the unwilling mermaid. And, she made the biggest mistake of her life;
Touching Ingrid’s hands.
Helynsia snapped; maybe it was out of secondhand embarrassment. Maybe it was out of anger for refusing to speak up. Maybe it was out of some selfish obsession with hands she hadn’t even earned at this point.
Regardless, Helynsia chose to do the right thing; manifest spiky shards of ice between the palms of the two mermaids, ensuring Ingrid only got a flat side. Mary hissed as she recoiled, pushing Ingrid away out of a survival instinct. Ingrid lay shocked, frozen in the liquid air as Helynsia kept her cool, taking slow breaths.
“Oh,” Mary snarls, the rest of the mermaids now baring their teeth. “She’s a feisty one. I love feisty.”
Mary lunged at Ingrid who raised her hands up; in response, Helynsia merely pressed her hands together, as one would with a detonator. (Despite the device not existing in this era.) The effects were wondrous; explosions burst from Mary’s hands, resulting in a high-pitched shriek as Helynsia raised more icicles in the deep blue. Just as she was Ingrid’s, Ingrid’s was hers, and hers alone. To enforce the message, she made them paint out the pattern of some letters; “L E A V E.” To nail it in, she pointed them all at the mermaids, mini-torpedos able to fired on a whim.
Mary again snarled as her particularly unpleasant company swam away, leaving the duo again alone.
“Sorry,” Helynsia started apologizing, only to be halted by Ingrid rushing to hug her tail, right where Helynsia was.
She began kissing and slowly caressing her, the adrenaline clouding all thoughts but that of love. As Ingrid kept kissing, Helynsia could smell it; the stench of loneliness. The crippling, addicting loneliness as mysterious as the blue around them. The one that makes you feel as if you can’t ever escape or be free from its grasp.
But they had each other now.
“Ingrid?”
“Yeah?” the mermaid asks, still infatuated as she rubs her passenger / partner / lover / whatever you’d call her.
“Let’s do this again, tomorrow ok? In the meantime, just show me the sights.”
Ingrid beamed as she began to swim excitedly, Helynsia likewise giggling as her own heart skipped a couple of beats. Seems like it was worth it to take a risk.
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