What foods is pregnant mer!loki going to crave? Human foods that make thor set up treaties with humans? Or just sea foods? And will thor build a sea shell bra for Loki? Bc its pretty and I imagine he would be jealous of other fish looking at Loki.
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Tagged: underwater domestic fluff, mpreg, pregnant sea snakes, ambisexual merfolk, interspecies sex, lemon, pregnant mersex, worldbuilding, merfolk biology, large cock, hemipenes, lactation kink, humor; 2090k words
After the discovery of Lokiâs pregnancy, Thor began preparing in earnest for anything and everything leading up to that momentous day. His people, the dolphin folk, were prone to strange symptoms when they were pregnant, and food cravings were a common occurrence. He vowed to do his best to keep Loki comfortable and happy during this time.
Loki was unconcerned. He was a sea snake after all, not one of the Dolfolk, and he fully expected to bypass all of the odd behaviors Thor described. Considering how well-developed his babies looked when he first saw them swirling in green mist above his cauldron, he was probably well past those stages anyway.
But that wasnât the case.
âMy people carry their offspring for over a year,â Thor explained, stroking Lokiâs belly as they lay tangled together in a soft, comfortable bed of sea ferns. âConsidering how extraordinary ours will be, it might take even longer.â
Loki sat up with wide eyes. âAn entire year?â
His pupils shrank into horrified slits.
Over a year being pregnant? He couldnât possibly last that long! The six little hybrids he carried in his belly already appeared to be full term. He was expecting this to be a short pregnancy followed by a quick, easy birth. A few good pushes and splish splash sploosh, out pop six wriggling tadpoles who instinctively knew how to swim and scavenge and survive on their own. Not that Thor planned to let them do that. No, the Dolfolk raised their young and lived with them for most of their lives, Loki knew. They had large extended families and their social structure was close and complex.
Loki, on the other hand, had never met his parents or any of his siblings. The Serpenians were a solitary, self-sufficient race who came together only during mating season once every few years. Pregnancies lasted a mere couple of months, then they birthed their snakelets in shallow waters and promptly abandoned them, allowing them to make their own way. Some of the young fell prey to the many predators and dangerous things that lived in the sea. The survivors endured and reached maturity, forming the new generation. Serpenian babies were born tiny but they were hardy and full of instinct. There wasnât cruelty or malice behind these traditions. It was simply the way of Lokiâs people, how things had been done for millennia.
But the babies Loki carried werenât entirely Serpenian. They were part Dolfolk and they certainly shared their fatherâs gift for harnessing electrical energy, even at this early stage in their development. It made Loki wonder; if his babies were already this developed, then what were they going to do until they were born?
The answer was grow. Grow, emit occasional bursts of bioelectric power, and make their motherâs hormones fluctuate more times per day than the tide.
At eight weeks, three-quarters of the way through a typical Serpenian pregnancy, Lokiâs sex drive suddenly increased tenfold. Thor was tremendously pleased by this and was ready at any given moment to offer his body to appease Lokiâs needs. He had always admired (and envied) Lokiâs hemipenes, the impressive pair of organs that everted when he was aroused, but it was the sweet little slit below them that he truly loved to lavish with attention. It wept for over a week, constantly producing a slick mucus that aided their lovemaking and allowed Thorâs pointed, 18-inch prehensile cock to seat itself completely inside Loki, causing his belly to bulge with its mass.
In this state of carnal euphoria, Loki would remain coupled with Thor for hours at a time, his tail wrapped around Thorâs while his sheath clenched tightly and milked Thorâs seed from him, eliciting as many as a dozen orgasms in a single hour. Because Thor could move his penis at will, he was able to selectively seek out Lokiâs many erogenous spots and repay the pleasure. It was especially titillating to see Lokiâs belly shift with his organâs movements. Loki both praised and cursed Thor for his beautiful, beastly anatomy, weak moans of ecstasy on his quivering lips.
But even in the throes of intercourse, he still managed to retain a maternal concern for his unborn offspring.
âOh, Thor, the babies,â he panted, heaving lungfuls of bubbles into the water as Thorâs cock writhed ruthlessly inside him, hitting all of his sweet spots at once. âDonât hurt the babies!â
âThe babies are safe,â Thor murmured. He stroked Lokiâs back soothingly and nuzzled his neck as they lay belly to belly with one another, rocking against the sandy seabed. âThey are sealed in your womb, and your womb will protect them. Do not fear. I cannot harm them.â
Loki pulled back a little to look down at his stomach, his small bump tingling with electrical activity. âBut I can feel them moving. Theyâre jumping and wriggling and thereâs so muâah! So much energy theyâre producing!â
âThey are simply excited that their mother is excited,â Thor said with a breathless smile. âAfter you climax, they will settle down and sleep once more.â
Loki smirked breathlessly and pulled Thor close. âPerhaps we can rock them to sleep.â
Thor growled in agreement and slowed his thrusts, rolling his hips in smooth, serpentine motions, just as Loki had taught him.
They made love in this way for another half hour until neither could last another minute. They climaxed together, Thor coating Lokiâs overfull sheath with his seed; it leaked out around his softening cock and turned into cloudy white tendrils in the water. Loki collapsed into the sand, sated and happy, and the stirrings inside him gradually quieted.
At sixteen weeks, Loki was possessed by cravings. Soon Thor spent more time out hunting for treats than in his mateâs company. He worked tirelessly to bring Loki anything he wanted, often robbing fishermenâs traps and stealing from their nets. It was dangerous, Thor knew. The alliance between men and merfolk was tenuous at best and treacherous at worst. If he were caught, there was a slim chance he would be released. He would be forced to fight for his freedom and possibly his life. Though he was getting better at controlling his powers, he knew he could shock only a small crew to incapacitation. A larger crew armed with poles and pikes and clubs⌠that worried him.
And Loki worried for him as well. âWhatever you do, stay away from the Sandmaster. If youâre caught by him, youâll never escape.â
Thor frowned. âThe Sandmaster?â
âYouâll know him by his ship.â Lokiâs knuckles popped as he wrung his hands. âItâs called the Sakaar, and itâs painted gold and blue and red. His nets are unbreakable. His traps bear the name of Gast. Stay away from them, Thor. Donât even go near them. Promise me.â
Thor nodded slowly after a moment. âI promise.â
Loki continued to fidget. âItâs not just the Sandmaster you need to watch out for. I hear his brother keeps merfolk prisoner at a place called Knowhere Island. He collects them like trophies. Heâs always looking for rare sea creatures to add to his menagerie. His ship is the Tivan and it has a black hull with white trim.â He placed his hand on his growing belly and gazed at Thor seriously. âI cannot raise our children alone, Thor. I need you. Our babies will need you. Please, stay away from those humans. I can do without lobster but I canât do without you.â
Thor smiled at Loki tenderly and swam over to plant a kiss on his forehead. âDo not fret, Loki. I give you my word I shall return to you.â He passed his hand over Lokiâs swollen midsection and sent a warm, comforting pulse of electricity to his sleeping babies. âTo all of you.â
Thor never saw the Sakaar or the Tivan on his hunts, but he did come across a line of traps on the seafloor bearing the name of Gast. The contents were exactly what he was looking forâgiant crustaceans that would feed Lokiâs cravings for the next four monthsâbut he recalled his belovedâs warning to him and the promise heâd given him. And Thor turned and swam as fast as he could.
There would be other traps. Nothing was worth risking his life over. Very soon he was going to be a father; he would have a family to take care of, a mate that would need him, little ones to raise. He wanted to be there for them. And by Aegirâs scales, he would be.
Sometime around the six-month mark, Loki returned to his lair after a day spent browsing the reefs to find Thor waiting with a grin and a curious garment to bestow him.
âItâs for your comfort,â he explained, slipping the beautiful sea silk and abalone-embellished brassiere around Lokiâs flat chest. It was unusually loose in the front. âWe call it a brace.â
Loki was puzzled by the oversized fit. âItâs very lovely, Thor, but what in the Seven is it for?â
Thor blinked. âItâs⌠for when your milk comes in.â
Now it was Lokiâs turn to stare. âI beg your pardon?â
âYour milk. YouââThorâs smile flickered weaklyââwhen your breasts swell and begin to produce milk. You will surely be sore from feeding six babies several times a day, and this will prevent you from moving about too much. And, erââa slight blush crept across his cheeksââit will deter unwholesome gazes. You are sure to be engorged as your date approaches, and certain males are aroused by the sight of a motherâs full breasts. The brace will offer a modest cover if you attract unwanted attenâwhat is so funny?â
Loki stopped chuckling and took a breath. âOh, Thor. Serpenians donât give milk!â
Thorâs excitement deflated faster than a popped blowfish. âWh⌠but.â His eyes drifted down to Lokiâs chest. âBut you have nipples.â
âSo do you. And like yours, they will yield nothing, Iâm quite sure.â
To say Thor was sad would be a hilarious understatement. He was devastated. âBut⌠but our babies,â he whimpered. âWhat will they eat? How will they surviââ
âOh, Thor, Thor.â Loki smiled patiently and glided forward, wrapping his tail around Thorâs and resting his arms on his shoulders. âDear Thor, fretful father-to-be. Our babies are sea snakes. Or at least part sea snake. They will be born with teeth. They will survive as I did, eating small creatures and plants. You worry needlessly.â
The heartbroken look on Thorâs face did not fade. âBut I was⌠I was looking forward to taking care of them. Of you holding them close and feeding them. That bonding. I didnât think. I never knew youâŚâ
Loki snickered as Thor struggled for words, stroking his fingers through his flowing golden hair. âThey shall be cared for. You and I will hold them and feed them by hand, and they will develop the family bond that is so important to your people. They shall know both our worlds and yet belong to one of their very own. Donât despair, Dada. Everything will be fine.â
Thor grinned meekly as Loki kissed the corner of his bristly mouth. âWell, I⌠was also rather looking forward to playing with your breasts. I mean, er, massaging them, of course. Making them feel better. And I could help you get rid of any, um⌠excess supply.â
Loki arched a brow, already intrigued. âHmm,â he purred, âso you are one of those awful, unwholesome males who is aroused by the sight of a motherâs full breasts, are you?â
âOnly yours, Loki,â he answered, but his smirking face was a red as a boiled crab.
Loki laughed and locked his hands together behind Thorâs head, flicked his tail, and pulled Thor toward the dark bower of his kelp bed. âWhy donât we give it a try, then? Milk or no milk, you could still make a meal of me.â His tongue darted out and playfully brushed against Thorâs lips.
Thor went cross-eyed for a moment. He shook it off with a brilliant smile and slipped his arms around Lokiâs waist, feeling the six products of their love press warmly against him.
âNo, I will make a feast of you,â Thor rumbled, reaching down between them and palming Lokiâs genital slit, finding it already slick and engorged.
Loki grinned sharply and pulled Thor backward into the waving stalks of kelp. They disappeared with a flash of blue and green tails.
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