Page 8 of Interlude

Oh God! His shout of surprise turns into a moan of pleasure, and he throws his head back, all that beautiful, golden hair surrounding us, giving us an illusion of privacy.

My hands drift over his body, caressing his stomach before sliding lower. I want to show him that I am all in, and there’s no better way than lavishing his body with pleasure. I lick the teeth marks and pull back, admiring my handiwork. He and I now have a matching set of mate marks, and I couldn’t be happier.

You mated me? He blinks, unable to hide the shock he’s feeling, and despite being in the ocean, his eyes glisten with unshed tears.

Of course I did, you silly can of tuna. You’re mine, I growl, my kraken making herself known despite being in my mer form. He looks shocked for a moment before a blinding smile crosses his lips.

Oh, I knew it. I knew that my little starfish wouldn’t be able to resist me after we stroked our tails together. No one can resist my beautiful tail once they get their hands on it. He winks, and I giggle at his ridiculous act, realizing I missed it, before growling and grabbing a handful of his hair.

Nobody better be putting their hands on your tail but me. That’s my hard cock and sexual slit to play with, I tell him, and I watch as his pupils dilate and he shivers. Hmm, maybe he has a kink we can explore. Look at my little slut, all round with my babies and still begging for my mouth. I look down and see his cock wiggling around under his belly behind his scales. His slit hasn’t opened yet.

I wish I had something to restrain him with so I could have my wicked way with him. The moment I think this, the anemone tentacles slither around his arms and capture them, bringing them over his head, then wrap around his tail as well, spreading him out below me, his stomach on display.

You can use your warlock powers in mer form? He sounds surprised, and I wince.

That’s not a mer thing? I ask, checking even though I was fairly certain it wasn’t, and he shakes his head. Yeah, it seems like I may be a special snowflake.

I run my finger down between his nipples and over his belly until I get to his wriggling cock. He grunts as I move farther down to look at it.

Will the slit stay closed unless we’re swimming? I ask him, running my finger over the squirming mass, and he shakes his head, his voice turning husky inside my head.

It’s activated by the enzyme your scales produce.

So if I slide my tail back and forth like this? It’s not easy, because his stomach is so big and I’m not all that experienced with my tail yet, but I manage to brush it back and forth across the base of his, our flukes touching. He squeezes his eyes closed and moans quietly, but then I slide farther down, bring my mouth in line with a small gap, and lick around it. He groans even louder.

Oh my little slut likes his slit licked, does he? I growl, my nipples rock hard as an ache burns deep within me. He shivers, deliciously responsive to my words. Now be a good boy for me and let me devour you. I hold his hips still and go to town on the small gap that widens with every pass of my tongue. I spear in and out, like I’m fucking it, and he moans and thrashes his head back and forth, his voice turning hypnotic, begging so beautifully for me. It finally opens wide enough for his cock to be released, and as it pushes through, I take it into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks and sucking. His back bends up off the soft bed of the anemone as he shouts.

Oh my god, please, Lila, I’m going to come, he calls, his voice pleading in my mind. His cock moves on its own, and it wriggles inside my mouth, tickling my cheeks as I lavish it with attention. I lick and suck at the same time I praise him. Telepathy makes it possible to do both, and it’s pushing all of my buttons.

Such a good boy, so pretty and compliant for his mistress. I love listening to you beg me. Do you want to come, my little slut? Tell me what you want, I order him.

Please, I want to come. Please let me come, he begs just like I wanted him to, and my core throbs with need, but I don’t think there’s any way I can fuck him while he’s pregnant, so I’ll settle for making him feel good then make one of my other mates relieve my need when I return to our suite.

I take him down as far as I can, the suckers in the back of my throat assisting me as they ripple around him. He stiffens and shouts, bubbles coming from his mouth and floating up to the ceiling of the cavern before he floods my mouth with his cum. I drink it down, his cum tasting like the finest of bourbons just like his blood. It’s heady and delicious, and I can’t get enough. His cock writhes and throbs as I tell him what a good boy he is, stroking my hands over the rest of his body. I feel smug that I’ve pleasured my merman so thoroughly.

Lila

Iallow the tentacles to recede and rub my merman’s wrists and arms before stroking my tail across his, trying to get some of the circulation back into them. My desire still thrums through my body, but I want to make sure my pregnant merman is okay first and that what I did wasn’t too much for him.

I wrap my arms around him and nuzzle into his neck. Are you okay? I ask him. He’s had his eyes closed with a look of pure bliss on his face, but he now opens them and smiles at me.

So okay, he tells me, reaching up to stroke his hand over my face, our bodies as close as they can be with tails and a baby belly in the way. I’m actually looking forward to him being able to shift again so I can get him in my bed in our suite.

We lie together for a moment, enjoying being with one another. I want to ask so many questions, since there are things I’m dying to know about my merman, but before I can get my mind in some semblance of order, Nikos grunts and curls in on himself, and I panic.

What’s wrong? I ask. Did I hurt you or the babies? I ask him, worried that maybe he shouldn’t be having sex while pregnant. I just remembered how horny the pregnancy hormones made me. Should I get Link? I’m frantic, but as I go to leave, he grabs my hand, chuckling.

No, my precious jimble gem. He drags me back to him and rests my hand on his stomach. I can feel our babies moving around inside him, and when I look down, I see a small tail press against the inside of his stomach. My mouth drops open. Our children are very active. Strong and fierce, like their mama. He sounds proud, and when my eyes meet his, he’s looking at me with complete adoration.

I melt into his side. Whoa. I’m mesmerized, feeling no small amount of awe. It’s weird being on the other side of the situation, but I’m not hating it, which is kind of a relief because I have another pregnant husband as well. Then, something horrifying occurs to me. How, exactly, do you give birth to them? I ask him.

You have to cut me open with your teeth and assist them out, he tells me with clenched teeth.

I have to do what? I screech, and he winces before he can no longer hide his mischievous smile.

Just kidding, he says, and I smack him with my tail fluke. The same slit that my cock comes through births the babies. My cock retracts deep into my body, and the slit opens up so I can expel them into the water column.

I guess it’s a little like a seahorse from Earth. Well, that’s good to know, I mutter, and he just gives me a squeeze. I’m so glad you are feeling better, I tell him. I will have to let Nixie know, she was so worried about you.

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