Author's Note: He makes me just waterfall in my panties. I don’t understand it…I haven’t been this aggressively turned on by a villain since Loki. I feel he would be very good at sex. One has to understand different elements that they are designed for, right? Like water ;) He can fly in the air and underwater, basically, so...Something is just so hot about a guy that can make a woman cum. I’m lucky enough to have that in order to write more detail in the sex. Spent the weekend with my boyfriend, and Idk how tf I can even walk right now…
Chapter 2 of 2. Read chapter 1.
K’uk’ulkan reaches for Samara’s hip and starts to massage it. It becomes clear to her that she will not be going anywhere anytime soon. By the time K’uk’ulkan tires himself out, rolling onto his side, and clutching her around the waist, panting, she can tell that if she stands, she will hardly walk straight. The mermaiden had gone from defiantly resisting everything that is happening, to succumbing to the pleasure the god keeps giving to her. She had stopped pushing him away and let him have his way with her. Never in her life did she orgasm so much, even in her tricentennial trek. K’uk’ulkan sent her into blinding, full body paroxysms. Breathing shakily, she reminisces the moments that had passed just fifteen minutes prior…
“I can tell that you like it, my love,” K’uk’ulkan stated with a grin and satisfied laugh, “You squeeze on me inside. Your screams…you pull—” and he had been cut short by his own climax. He put her into various positions, which kept changing the way he felt inside of her. However, she always felt completely stuffed, no matter which way he moved her body. He mainly seemed to enjoy having her on her back, in positions where he could watch her face twist with pleasure when she came, pillows under her sacral space, one of her legs over his brawny shoulders, which he enjoyed holding onto while standing with her in both arms, pounding so hard that Samara had screamed several times.
When he slung her leg over his shoulder in bed and propelled between her thighs, kneeling and biting his lower lip with anticipation, she squirted. Her entire body shook and she went into what seemed like a brief seizure. K’uk’ulkan did not give her room to breathe. He had turned her onto her back almost immediately, the pillows supporting her lower body, grunting when she felt him at her entrance again, where he had promptly pushed himself inside while she was still in the throes of climax. Another orgasm built itself upon the one she was already having, as K’uk’ulkan assaulted her G spot with no remorse, using an up and down bob motion with his hips. She gazed up at him with her face twisted in pleasure, which made K’uk’ulkan hard.
Even when he turned her to face away from him, and swiftly pulled her into a kneeling position, Samara came. After the tenth orgasm in this position, he had rested on his side, taking her with him, staying snuggly fit inside her like a sword in its rightful sheath.
“Keep your leg open,” he breathed, nipping into her neck and pummeling her deep. His thick head teased her G-spot with every thrust. His shaft had become so wet with her arousal that it was very easy for K’uk’ulkan to thrust with this speed. Samara had lost control, crying out in pleasure, and her leg dipped. His large hand fit around her entire knee, his grip tightening there slightly with every orgasm. She had become putty in the god’s hands. She screamed, and the god paused to feel her clenching cunt to the fullest, keeping himself buried to prevent her wetness from forcing him out with her contractions.
“Mmmmmmm…Is that pleasure, in yaakunaj?” he asked, knowing full well that it was. She tried to look him in the eyes, and her mouth opened briefly as though she were going to say something, but instead, she moaned and her eyes rolled. He felt powerful. She was cumming so much that she stopped resisting him. Even her cunt felt to K’uk’ulkan to have given way a bit more, obediently. She was still the tightest thing he had ever been inside of, but her sloppy wetness let him in like he was diving into the ocean, embracing its power. She smelled of the sea’s sweetness, her soul a beautiful display that he wanted for himself.
“Open yourself to me, in yaakunaj,” he told her lasciviously. His words sent her over the edge and he grinned. She gripped at his chest and shoulder, clawing, pulling one of his necklaces off in her seizure.
He held her very closely to his warm body, and moaned into her flesh from behind, nipping her neck in ways that would leave bruises. He pulled out suddenly, and Samara gasped. He practically gaped her, his girth was so intense. To feel it taken away was like losing something vital. He merely wanted her on her back again. He plunged her, a breath catching in his throat. The veins in his neck showed themselves in the candle light, and Samara had seen a bead of sweat on his golden skinned forehead. She felt him fill her with his copious, thick, searing seed again, which he did very deeply each time he finished. K’uk’ulkan kept thrusting when the moment passed, not caring about the wet mess growing on the sheets, or Samara panting and sweating like she could not take another orgasm, though she would…
She fears to try to move from this bed, knowing he will more than likely make love to her again if he wakes. His breaths over the top of her head make Samara shiver slightly, some of the air passing across her bare shoulder. K’uk’ulkan’s naked body radiates warmth, however, keeping her comfortable. She contemplates getting up a while longer, beginning to waver in K’uk’ulkan’s heat. She crawls prone towards the edge of the bed slowly, gently pulling out of the god’s arms. He sighs, and she pauses. He doesn’t get up. When she finally stands, K’uk’ulkan’s ichor drips continuously down her inner thighs. She ignores the sensation, still recovering physically and mentally. Samara can still feel K’uk’ulkan’s big hands on her skin, all over her body. She was so frightened originally that she wasn’t able to fully appreciate the beauty of K’uk’ulkan’s bedchambers. She knows only that the doors have been under guard from the moment he brought her here. Had anyone heard her screaming for help? Screaming and sighing out of pleasure?
The blood rising to her cheeks, Samara is glad that she is at least alone. And then she recalls that she is not alone. K’uk’ulkan had only left her once since he took her from the shores. He had not told her where he was going, only that she was not to leave their chambers. Out of fear, she had listened, and literally sat where K’uk’ulkan had led her before leaving. This was not long before her returned and offered her the same drink she had grown to like. At least she likes something about this place. She glances over at the sleeping god and ponders how she might try to kill him for several seconds. He had absconded with her, no chance to say goodbye to her few kin. She grows weak in the knees, suddenly, hearing again the words K’uk’ulkan says to her, feeling his girth stretching her with no restraint. She finally falls to her knees, overtaken by images of her various dreams. Knowing they have not yet all come to pass, Samara shivers with what feels like anticipation now.
“In yakunaj…” K’uk’ulkan’s hands are truly there this time. He is carrying her back to their bed. It seemed he knew she was sleepwalking. Had they been together many times before, with these dreams? She begins to feel as though she knows him, as though she had always known him.
“Did you have a nightmare?” he asks her, rubbing her shoulders, gradually tracing down her torso, removing her hands where she covers her naked breasts. His touch seems to put her under a spell, and now all she wants is K’uk’ulkan to be inside of her. She moans pleasurably at his fingertips deeply massaging her hips. She feels overheated, dry to the touch.
“Water,” she whispers desperately.
She knows not how long K’uk’ulkan had been keeping her in bed, only that it seemed to be days and nights. He stands and starts to walk to the large doors of their chamber. He opens them, dismissing his guards, before returning to the bed to pick Samara up. He doesn’t walk long before entering another chamber where the stone floor ends and water begins. He places Samara gently into the slightly ripping water. Her scales begin to erupt almost immediately, and her chin faces the ceiling as she screams in pain, losing her land legs. K’uk’ulkan’s hands steady her throughout the transformation, something Samara had not experienced previously. She had been unconscious when he brought her here.
“Easy, my love,” he says, stroking her hair, having held it in the water, her ears submerged, but she can still hear him speak. She realizes he is not going to leave her side.
“Do you hunger? Are you still thirsty?” he asks.
She wonders how long he will let her stay here. The open ocean calls her, but she remains in the same trance she had been when she first met him. His hand pauses atop her belly, which has swollen just a little bit following the return of her tail. She gasps, discovering that this change has caused the rapid progression of a new life. Had K’uk’ulkan known this would happen? Her eyes fix upon a throne, which she had been too wear to notice when she entered this room for the first time.
“I want to be in the water.” She had not uttered much to him until now.
“Then I will stay with you,” K’uk’ulkan remarks.
He releases her, to her surprise. She could try to swim away, but she knows it matters not to where she runs. There is an odd pull between her and his magnificence. She can’t seem to break this trancelike feeling. His chocolate gaze follows her as she swims a little bit further from him. He ventures further to join her. He seems mesmerized by her tail, staring at it through the water. She submerges herself and watches him swim overhead, gazing down at her. She longs for her legs back, suddenly, seeing the parts of him which had given her immense pleasure. But alas, her tail would strictly prevent this. She felt she was barely loose enough to accept him in her human form. There was no way she would have been able to do this in her true state. She swims towards the stone floor, knowing he will follow her. Samara pulls herself out of the water, shaking her tail.
“It must stay wet,” he said, unsure why she would beach herself. Wet is exactly what she yearns to be. It isn’t long before he’s sitting beside her. His hands reach for her fish portion and caress the shining scales there, reaching into the water and cupping the fluid to keep dousing her tail. She drags herself towards the wall, where there are these beautiful and colorful murals, in which Samara can see K’uk’ulkan. K’uk’ulkan follows, inquiring of her. She screams, gripping his arms to brace herself for the change again. There was what appeared to be worry in the god’s eyes, however he had simply let her hold him, keep her shoulders stable, while she lost her tail. Catching her breath, she looks at him with longing, parting her fresh legs. The god took advantage of her gesture, bringing Samara’s hands to his member, which starts to harden as soon as her fingertips make contact.
She could feel a tightening in her breasts merely at his look and wondered if her hardened nipples showed through the gown. But she could not expect that detail to escape his experienced eyes—and she knew beyond a doubt that he was very experienced indeed. She did not mind. That was the past. This was the present and the future. She was his present. She did not doubt his love for her.
