Bottom Daniel our beloved. Beach 🏖️ for the prompt 😈 please
The waves crash forcefully, angrily even, against the heavy stones that surround the usually lonely lighthouse, winds foreshadowing a storm, and giving Max — the keeper — the impression of a quiet and uneventful afternoon, as he likes when the ships can't come around.
He's wrong though, about the quiet, and about the storm, unless we speak of the one about to brew in his mind — as a high-pitched and pained sound cuts through the white noise of the ocean that Max automatically tunes out these days.
He rushes out and onto the beach, as if possessed by a primordial need.
Max understands once the scene unfolds in front of his very own Maldive-blue eyes, not because its expected, but because of the impact of the noise on his very core — a siren, not a mermaid, he somehow deeply knows, but it's not alone.
A siren with it's plush mouth stretched obscenely around a man's thick cock, with wet, dark curls that bounce as another man sits atop its impressive purplish tail and pounds into, what Max can only assume is, its cunt; and it stares, with its cold eyes, straight into his own, right as one of the men, who Max might recognize from a ship arrived not long ago, groans its name — "Daniel".
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