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You flinch when you hear rocks crack, the movement sending sand flying upwards into the air. You’d roll your eyes, but it would be wasted effort since Katakuri, the cause of the noise, is somewhere inside the cave on this little island. 

Even if he could see it, after roughly three years of traveling with the eel merman, you’d be lucky if he even registered the gesture as a sign of your annoyance. Well. He’d know you were annoyed; he just might not make the connection that it was because of him. 

For the past month, since the two of you had found this island, if the small sand bar attached to a jagged hunk of rock could be called an island, Katakuri has been spending from dawn until dusk inside the small cavern. Doing whatever it is he’s been doing in there. You know it involves smashing rock from the sound of it; other than that, you have zero idea what he’s up to. 

Much like when he first saved you. You hadn’t expected him to let you remain with him. With the sun-warmed sand around you, and the gentle lapping of the waves at your legs, you let yourself relax, remembering that night. 

Your legs couldn’t even support your weight when he placed you on the dark edge of the dock, falling to your hands as your body registered that you were back on land. Yet before he could leave, you were turning, scrambling almost. “Katakuri!” Yelling out to him in hopes he hasn’t left yet. 

He’s still there, sunk beneath the waves with just his head out of the water. Watching you. Waiting. 

“Wherever you were when they found you, you can’t go back!” The scientist's words are clear in your mind. “They want to try and recapture you.” 

“Why?” You just blink at him. Does he not realize how important he is to them?!

“Why? So they can throw you back in a tank and keep experimenting on you! Do you not realize how important you are to them?!” You know he’s intelligent; they told you he almost died when they caught them and during transport. Though now, after learning they were adding bacteria to his water on purpose, you can’t help but wonder if that was a lie.

“Why tell me?” Oh. That seems more like what you’ve learned in the past few weeks. 

“I don’t want them to put you in a tank again.” If they did catch him, they won’t let the same escape happen twice. You also won’t be there. Which makes you realize something. “I can’t go home.” They rolled you off the ship attached to something that was dragging you down. No doubt they’ve already come up with some kind of excuse to claim you died in a work accident. 

With how quickly they worked when you were hurt, you suspect they’ve been moving even quicker to clean up the remnants of your life. You feel your blood run cold. You have no idea what to do, how are you even going to feed yourself? You don’t have money, you don’t have family, you're on your own, and you possibly don’t even exist anymore in government systems to get a new job. 

“Come with me.” Your head snaps upward from where you had been staring at the stained cement under your hands. You were talking out loud, and it seems the merman is taking pity on you. 

“Ok.” You’re bawling your eyes out, telling yourself maybe you start over in another country or something. If your emotional state bothers him, he doesn’t say anything, just helps you back down from the dock before tucking you against his side and darting off into the open sea.

You didn’t start over in another country. 

Instead, as you had traveled, you noticed Katakuri seemed to have places in mind as he moved through the ocean. He’d wait until dark, then slip closer to the shore to let you wander. He was also damn good at stealing without getting caught too. 

He realized you couldn’t stay in your old clothes covered in blood from when the scientists had knocked you out.  As well as that, you couldn’t eat some of the food he did. You have to give him credit, when he showed up with a waterproof bag, and refused to tell you how he got it, you weren’t too mad at him. 

Some of the clothes fit, and anything that didn’t you left behind. Keeping dry goods inside the bag and a few odd things that needed to be kept dry. 

Yet, the longer the two of you traveled, the more you came to realize that all the places you visited, he seemed familiar with. Which prompted you to ask him one day. 

“What are you looking for?” 

“My siblings.” You aren’t sure what to do with that information. Knowing there’s more than just him makes that primal part of your brain flinch. While the rest of your brain is wondering where they could be hiding and how humans didn’t find them, but the ocean is vast and there are still lots of places your species can’t go. 

“Maybe I can help?” He remained silent as he swam, and you clung to his back, holding onto his shoulder and wedged against his dorsal fin. “I could ask the locals if they noticed anything strange. It might help with information at least.” 

As the months passed and you never learned anything, you felt useless. Nothing ever turned up, and your questions just made it so you were even more wary of other humans than before. 

“I hate that I’m so useless.” Grousing as you tossed the bones from your fish into the small fire just past the edge of the water. “I can’t even pay you back with hints and clues that might help you find your siblings.” 

“Most of them are dead.” There was a note of something in Katakuri’s voice, like a thread of longing. His arms are folded with his head resting on them as he watches the flickering flames from the water. 

You learned some time ago that he can drag his bulk on land for a short amount of time, but his preference is to remain with most of his body in the water. In rare moments like now, when the small waves still manage to hit the edge of his elbows, you appreciate his company.

He’s always serious, to the point that half the time you don’t know if you should prod him for more information or not. Yet with that bomb drop. 

“Will you tell me about it?” 

“They found our home and killed most of them while trying to capture us.” He doesn’t move, and the pitch of his voice doesn’t change. “Not all of us were made to survive outside of the depths.” One of his arms moves, reaching up to scratch his talons along his scaled jaw. “That is all I will say on the matter.”

“Katakuri?” Your voice is soft as you shift. Letting the word hang in the air for a moment. “I’m sorry.” Whispering it when his dark eyes meet yours. You don’t say anything else. What else could you say anyway? He made it clear he doesn’t want to talk about it, and who could blame him? 

Now, at least, you feel you understand him a little better. When you learned he had siblings, you couldn’t make sense of why he didn’t want to try to survive in the tank. Family means something to try to hold onto. If they were dead… He probably saw no reason to try to escape on his own when he couldn’t find a way out. 

That it would have been better to die there, instead of surviving and letting them learn more. 

You don’t remember when the tears started that night. You do remember neither of you moving until even the coals of your little fire had gone out, the only light remaining that of the stars.

Another crack makes you flinch, rolling onto your side and noticing the tide has risen. You really were enjoying memory lane. Letting out a soft sigh as you sit up once more. After you had learned about his siblings, you had expected him to pull away. That, with your new knowledge of his past and the realization that your species was the reason for his loss, he’d leave you on an island and not return. 

He always came back for you. 

There were so many times you wanted to question it, to ask him why. You never did. Too afraid of the answer. You know in some way, he cares about you. He wouldn’t have kept you with him for this long if he didn’t. 

He could have also let you drown during a hurricane. 

“There is a storm coming.” He’d said it so matter-of-factly you were taken aback, but you didn’t question him. He knew how to read the currents and the way the wind shifted. 

“Do you want to drop me off on an island then?” Pointing towards the distance and what you think is a decent-sized island, if the visible palm trees are anything to go by. 

“No.” His tone even as he makes his statement. “You will remain with me.” Yet he starts making his way towards the island, only he doesn’t stop at the shore. Instead, he heads around the island, towards a rocky outcropping. 

“Katakuri?” Saying his name softly as he moves closer to the edge, feeling your confusion rise. 

“The surf will be rough here, but there will be no current.” 

“So, I’m going to spend the storm standing on a rock?” Tilting your head because that sure as hell doesn’t sound safe. 

“No. You are going to remain with me.” Feeling his hand reach towards your back and starting to remove your bag. Surprising you even more as he takes it and slips it over one of his shoulders. “If you are on the island, I won’t be able to reach you if you end up in trouble.”

He made it hard to argue with him.

You regretted it hours later when the storm was at its peak. You should have tried to argue harder, made more of a case of how, even if he couldn’t get to you, you would have been safer closer to the center of the island. 

Instead, you’re clinging to his body. Both of your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers numb as you grasp your elbows. Your face is tucked into the hollow at his throat as he keeps most of your form out of the water. Using his own body like a wall to keep the waves from hitting you, and a bit of a furnace to try and keep you warm, pressed flush against him. Straddling him in a sense, since the thickest portion of his tail, where his hips would have been if he were human, is between your legs. One of his large hands pressed against your back, his elbow folded down and against your side, trying to let more of his heat sink into you. 

“You’re alright.” Rumbled from his chest as if it somehow feels even warmer. Like he’s putting more effort into producing heat to keep you from freezing in the swirling water, his other hand is hooked into the rocks behind you, keeping you from being smashed against the harsh surface. 

You make a whining noise as an answer. You’re exhausted, but your mind refuses to let you relax. You just cling that much tighter to Katakuri, hoping the storm ends soon.

When the storm is over at last, you understand why he didn’t want to let you remain on the island alone for the duration of the storm. There’s a lot of debris from the surf, and the high winds have knocked over several trees. 

The chances of you getting hurt would have been high. 

After spending the storm in Katakuri’s embrace, the worst you suffered was how exhausted you were. The two of you spent the next day on the shore. Well. You spent the day on the shore, sleeping next to a small fire. 

What Katakuri did during that time, you’ll never know. Like most of the time when he was under the waves in the deep, and you were on the shore. 

What you do know is that when you woke up, he was nearby in the surf. Watching you from across the fire, one that now had a large flat rock partially sitting on the embers. The smell of fish in the air as the rock served as a cooking surface for thin slices of meat. He could eat it raw, and his actions were endearing. 

Your stomach growled. 

The memory of those thin strips of tuna reminds you that you hadn’t eaten much today. Pushing yourself to stand, using your hands to rub at your backside and legs to knock the loose sand away before heading towards a small alcove near the rocks. Pulling a snack from your bag as you tried to ignore how much louder the smashing of rocks was. At this rate, you’ll soon need to go back to a human town on the coast to get some more provisions. 

That makes you nervous. 

This is the longest the two of you have stayed in one area, and it has you on edge. You doubt that the scientists have given up looking for Katakuri, and remaining in one place means rumors could spread. 

Biting your thumbnail as you glance around the island, deciding to go for a short walk. Calling it just a sandbar doesn’t fully do it justice. It has a few palm trees that line the slope of the island. You assume based on the shape of it that the cave is underneath the hump in the island, and there has to be decent soil of some kind for the palms and small shrubs to have taken root. 

A small pool of water, and by small, you meant damn small. Like maybe a foot across, even if it was deeper than you’d suspected, was what you assumed kept many of the plants alive when rain didn’t come to the island. You sure as hell were never going to drink from it, but with how much effort Katakuri was putting into whatever he was doing in the cave, you were starting to wonder if you couldn’t get some root vegetables or similar to grow. 

It would be better than just wandering the island. But it would suck to start something and then leave, both because it would be wasted effort and leave behind signs someone had been on the island.

Near the top of the hill, the sound of breaking rocks is duller, like the layers of earth under your feet are serving as a sound barrier. It also reinforces your idea that the cave is under the hill. Glancing out towards the horizon, you can see the sun starting to slide lower in the sky. 

You should see if you can find any driftwood that’s washed up on the island. Right now, there’s a decent little pile for fires from the deadfall from the island flora, but it never hurts to have a bit more. 

Especially since the driftwood needs a few days to dry out before it will burn well without causing too much smoke. 

By the time you’re done with your circle of the island, the sun is starting to slip beneath the sea, which means Katakuri should be stopping soon. Making your way towards the portion of the beach that sits near the reef and the steep incline of the rocky side of the hill. 

You’re a little surprised to see a familiar head of hair sticking out of the water, crimson twinged eyes watching you before he drifted closer. 

“You finished early.” Keeping your tone dry as you approach the surf. 

“The work for today is done.” Pulling himself closer to the shore, stopping when he’s close enough to reach out and touch you. He doesn’t, but it’s nice when he seeks out your presence instead of remaining in the shallow water. 

“If I ask will you tell me what you’re doing in there anyway?” 

“Yes.” You close your eyes as you take a deep breath. Of course, he couldn’t answer what you really wanted. When you reopen your eyes, you can see that rare flicker of amusement on his serious face. 

“What are you doing in there?” Taking a sip of water from your bottle that you had walked around the island with. 

“Widening the cave and carving alcoves.” You feel your eyebrows furrow together as you look at him. 

“And why would you be doing that?” 

“You need somewhere secure when the weather turns, and the reef is a good place for raising young.” The water you had been drinking goes the wrong way as you try to cough. Hacking and smacking your chest while your eyes water. 

“Katakuri.” Your voice is hoarse as you give a few more coughs. “I feel like there is something we need to discuss about what you just said.” 

“What is there to discuss? If another storm comes like the one a year ago, you need somewhere to rest.” Folding his arms so he can rest the point of his chin into the meat of his forearm. “Somewhere I can reach.” 

“That is not what I am talking about!” Pressing your fingers into your eyebrows as you glower at him. “I mean, yes that is part of it too! I thought we had to keep moving?” 

“This island has suitable terrain to ensure our safety.” The water shifts as his tail moves. “The cave will ensure an effective hiding place should we require it.” 

“You know that’s not what I mean.” Letting your hands fall into your lap as you let out a long exhale before catching his gaze again. “What if-”

“You aren’t built to travel the waves forever.” His voice even as he speaks that single line. Letting the silence linger between the two of you for a short while. You get the feeling that if you try to bring up the scientists again, he’ll just cut you off. Eventually, he shifts, one of his large hands reaching out to land on your leg. “You’re upset.” 

“Of course I am.” Huffing at him as you try to find the right words. “I feel-” You swallow as you place your hand over his. “I feel like you have to hold yourself back because of me. That if you didn’t have to take my needs into account, you might have had more luck. Now it seems like you’ve decided to stay in one place.” Your voice grows quieter the longer you speak. “Because of me.” 

“You seem to misunderstand.” His voice was flat once again. “If I found you a burden, I would have left you behind.” 

“Ok fine. Fine.” It’s not. You imagine it’s not going to be the last time the two of you have this conversation. Again. “You need to explain the other part too.” 

“I would assume it only natural that we’d have young in the future.” Your neck, face and ears feel like they’re on fire. Damn fishman. 

“I feel like that is the crux of my concern, Katakuri.” That’s twice he’s said something about young, yet you weren’t aware that he saw you as more than his companion. Or a really strange pet he had adopted. “Are you aware that humans don’t just drop in a casual conversation the concept of having children with someone. Or dropping it as an assumption that it’s an eventuality.” He blinks at you for a moment. 

“If you do not want young that is acceptable. I would never force the idea upon you.” You let out a noise, a cross between frustration and embarrassment. 

“Katakuri.” Dragging out his name. “You skipped like, five steps in the human mating process.” Trying to frame it in a way that might make sense to him. “The first being a conversation that you are interested in, said human.” 

“Are humans dense enough that they can’t figure out when a potential mate shows interest?” 

“Not to insult myself, but we’ve been together for three years. Do I need to answer that?” You give your head a shake. “You know what, don’t answer that question. Maybe you should explain how the whole thing works for Merfolk.” 

“I’ve been doing it for the past three years.” 

Your face doesn’t feel like it’s on fire anymore. No. It feels like it melted as if you were near a volcano. “You realize you picked an idiot right?” 

“You are intelligent in other ways.” 

At least now you don’t feel so bad about finding him attractive. “So to make sure I understood this conversation correctly.” Feeling utterly exhausted as you reach down to take his hand from your thigh to trace the edges of one of his webbed fingers. “You’ve been carving out a home for us, because the past three years you’ve been courting me. Oh. And you want to have children with me someday.” 

“Yes.” 

You realize you need to ask him something else, because before tonight you really had no reason to even think about it since it had never crossed your mind before. “Is your…” You trail off because you can’t ask him what you wanted. “Are your reproductive capabilities based on mammalian ones or fish ones?”

“I have a penis.” That's it. You are going to die due to internal combustion. “We would have live young, not eggs.” 

All you do is groan, shifting in the sand and trying to bury your face against his arm. “For the record.” Wincing a little. “I’m not saying no. But I’m gonna need some time to process this conversation.” 

“We have time. I still have work to do.” If he finds your actions amusing, he doesn’t say it. Yet there’s a hint of warmth in his voice when he next speaks. “Nor are you at the point in your cycle where you are fertile.” 

“Katakuri?” 

“Yes?”

“Stop talking. I don’t even want to know how you know that.” It's official. You are going to die from embarrassment because the eel merman you’ve been traveling with has been courting you for some time, and you were too dense to take notice. 

After that, you found yourself blushing a lot more at some of Katakuri’s comments, though you did use the newfound information to your advantage. Placing your hands on the sides of his face and kissing him, explaining that it was part of human courtship. 

He didn’t get it. 

He didn’t stop you either, and from the way he started to seem to expect it in the morning, you suspected it was growing on him. 

You also took his view of turning this island into a home and running with it. When he last brought you to a nearby island for supplies, you did buy some seeds. The real question now would be whether you were capable of getting them to grow. 

If your sore hands were anything to go by, you didn’t think you were going to have much luck. Letting them soak in the chilly salt water, sitting on a rock at the edge of the reef with your legs dangling in the water. It’s there that Katakuri finds you after he returns from the depths. With what you think is a seabass in tow, the prize from his hunting trip. 

“I see you found supper.” You aren’t expecting him to answer you; he usually doesn’t, since when he brings home large fish, it tends to last a few days. Longer for him since you can only eat so much before the meat starts to turn. 

So when he swims closer with his head between your legs and his pupils widening it takes a lot of scrambling to make sure you don’t fall backward from the shock of him getting that close. “Jesus Katakuri, are you trying to scare me?” A hand over your chest as you send him a glare. Only to notice there’s a feral gleam in his eyes, and his throat keeps moving like he’s trying to swallow. “Katakuri?” You’ve never seen him like this before.

“You’re fertile.” Of course, he’d say something like that. With the two of you having had more conversations, which in your case meant learning more about courting, you had admitted you did want to be his mate. That you did want children with him if it was possible. “If you are not ready, I should return out to sea for the time being.” 

You just blink as his words sink in, and when you look at him, really look at him, you can see how the fins along his arms and back seem to be flaring. Like his body is trying to put on a display after catching your scent. 

“You say it like you’re gonna force me and I’ll get pregnant on the first try.” Letting out a small laugh as you reach down to cup the sides of his face. His skin is warm, far warmer than he normally is. 

“You will.” Tilting his jaw just enough to press the edge of his cheek against your palm. “I simply do not trust myself if you are not ready.” Your heart flutters in your chest every time Katakuri puts you and your needs first. It’s damn endearing and a little adorable for such a large creature. 

“Someone sounds pretty sure of himself for never having had sex with a human before.” It's awkward, but you lean down to press a kiss to the seam of his mouth. “I’m nervous, but I want to try it. I want you.” Letting out a small yelp when he reaches out to tug you from your seated position on the rock and into the water. 

“The sand will be better.” Tucking you against him as he makes for the beach, the seabass long forgotten. 

The beach might not be far away, but that doesn’t stop Katakuri from swimming as quickly as possible, and you’re there in record time. Feeling him shift you in his arms as he slows, so you’re pressed against his chest. Which makes it a lot easier as his pace slows for you to pepper whatever skin you can reach with kisses. 

For the past several months, even before he pointed out his affection for you, you’ve wondered what it would be like to be intimate with him. You weren’t blind to his build and how attractive he was.

Now you’re going to get to enjoy it for real instead of in your head. 

Feeling as the soft sand presses against your back, he’s right. This is a lot nicer than what it might have been if it were the rocks. Now that he’s stopped moving, you pull yourself higher, closing your eyes and pressing your lips against his. Humming low in your throat. 

Aware of the sensation of his talons sliding along your outer thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress higher. “Is it just right into it for merfolk?” Letting a teasing tone enter your voice as you trail your hands along his shoulders. “No foreplay.” 

“Yes.” Letting out a soft giggle when he admits the single word. “A mating display would be enough.” Tugging your body down by your hips so you’re flush against where his own would be. “I am aware you will need more.” Letting out a soft gasp as he uses his hold to grind you against him. You’ve never felt that particular portion of his body before, leaving you to assume, like many marine mammals, it’s hidden until it’s needed for reproduction.

You can’t kiss his lips like this, a reminder of the difference in your sizes as he keeps moving your body against his. Instead, you focus on the pressure between your legs while you run your fingers over his chest. Mapping the scars that are dotted across the thinner portions of his hide as you press your face into the hardened ridges of his pectoral muscles. Licking some of the softest skin on his body, aware it’s for your benefit instead of his. If the way your insides are clenching, you know both his actions and your own are working. 

If it wasn’t for the ocean, you were certain your own fluids would be trickling out of you at a steady pace. The way Katakuri moves you has your clit and the folds of your cunt rubbing along his cock. Your inner walls are spasming, your arousal is growing and spreading through you. Like a tingling sensation. And yet, you can’t help but feel yourself getting more curious. 

Sliding one of your hands down between both of your bodies. You want to feel him, to wrap your fingers around his length. You can’t help but let out a gasp. You knew his dick wouldn’t look like a human one, not if it could retract inside his body. Yet the moment the tips of your fingers grasp him, you can’t help but shiver. Even the smallest part of his cock, the head is still wide, but instead of being rounded, it feels like it has a point. You can’t help it, as you blurt out the thought that crossed your mind. “Is it going to fit?” For some reason, just saying those words makes your core tighten up even more, and you can feel the fluid coating your insides.

“Your body will accept enough to be sufficient.” You whine hearing that. For some reason, it makes your entire body feel hot, barely aware of the chill water around you. You know Katakuri won’t harm you, and his words make you pant, wanting to know just how much you’ll be able to take of his length. 

“Katakuri.” Your voice has a raspy edge to it, pausing to lick your lips as you give his tip a squeeze. “Please.” Pumping your hand along the parts of his shaft that you can reach, while you rub your nose against a faint scar just below the center of his abs. “I’m ready.” 

He lets out a noise that you have no words to describe, but you feel his cock violently twitch in your hand. The force of the vibrations has you panting, with your entire body pressed against his; it’s like a low current is thrumming through you. Your core is clenching so much, your stomach is starting to hurt. Aware of Katakuri’s talons gripping your hips that much tighter as he pulls you away from his body. 

“I require your assistance.” You pause the rotation of your wrist, letting out a shuddering breath. His voice has the slightest strain, and for some reason, that makes your heart beat faster and hard enough that you think you feel it inside of your chest. Given the difference in your size, it would be hard for him to maneuver you and align his cock with your pussy. 

You’re glad he can’t see your smile as you use the hand that had been rubbing along the end of his lenght to guide the strange tip to your slit. You can feel Katakuri go still, like he's trying to hold himself back. Concerned that if he moves too quickly, he might hurt you.  Too bad for him that it gives you a moment to take control of the situation. Rubbing him against your folds in a way that he pushes just inside of you for a moment before being pulled out. Hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves as you use his length to tease yourself, small pants escaping you as you start to rut your hips to chase a bit more pressure than when he was rubbing you against him. 

You don’t know how long he lets you tease yourself, just that your body is feeling warm, while your head is a little fuzzy. 

“You are making it both difficult to remember you are human, while wanting to end your teasing and breed you.” The words hissed, and the idea of his jaw clenched tight, those razor-sharp fangs parted just enough to let him speak with his eyes closed, almost pushes you over the edge. 

Almost. 

“You just feel so good.” Whispering against his skin. Now that you’ve been called out, you realize his entire body is tense from holding back and letting you enjoy yourself. You had told him earlier you were ready; now you know beyond a doubt you are. Your insides clench around nothing with a dull ache in the deepest parts of you from all the small movements of the muscles that have been going on for so long. 

The time for teasing is over. 

You take in a long, slow, deep breath, lining him up before you shift so the tip starts to spread you open. You wish you could watch, but your imagination is helping, since with how easily he’s sliding into you and the pressure against your slick walls increasing, you can envision being speared on his cock. How wide you’re being stretched to accommodate his girth based on the burn of your muscles, hovering on painful. 

Katakuri makes another noise, and you’re more aware of his talons tightening on your hips. You keep focusing on your breathing as you keep moving, taking more of him slowly as you rock your hips. You feel so full, and with your hand pumping along the smooth shaft, you're aware of how little of his dick is inside of you. Damn physics, because you’d love to have his entire length stuffed in your hole, twitching and putting pressure in all the right places.

“I see…” You trail off to swallow when the very end of his tip brushes against your cervix. Your entire body tenses from the sensation, unsure if it was painful or pleasurable. The fingers of your hand on his chest are exerting enough downward force that the ends are paling, trying to keep your brain from short circuiting. 

“That seems to be-” Cutting himself off to let out a groan that makes your wall clamp down around him, hyper aware of the spasming muscles. “The limit.” Your eyes feel like they could roll back into your head. Trying to find enough brain cells to rub together to agree with him, since you had been about to comment that you understood what he meant earlier about how your body would be able to take enough of him. 

Neither of you moves for the next few moments. Only aware of the movements of your inner walls, the pulsing of his cock, almost in time to the shifting of his chest as he breathes. Both of you are waiting for the tremors of your bodies to slow. To let yourself adapt to the feeling. 

With all the teasing earlier, you’ve been hovering at the edge. So close to an orgasm that you don’t know how you haven’t tumbled into that mind-numbing oblivion yet. Now, you can feel yourself being pulled back, more aware of the way your chest is heaving like you’ve been running a race instead of being split open by the penis of an eel merman three times your size. Your grip on his length loosens to finally let him go, planting it beside your other hand on his expansive chest. 

“Katakuri.” Whispering his name, knowing he’ll hear you, he always does. Starting to press your lips against whatever skin you can reach. “I love you.” Saying the words out loud for the first time comes as a relief.  “I love how you’re making me- us a home.” Your fingers are moving, following the hardened ridges of skin as you drag your bottom lip against his chest. “I know you’re going to hold back so you don’t hurt me.” Nipping at the raised patch of hardened skin that covers his pectoral muscles. “So please.” Letting your voice turn into a whine as you roll your hips, his tip firmly against your cervix. “Breed me.” 

“Do not complain after our mating.” It’s all he says before his hold on your body shifts, starting to move you in time with his undulating form. Allowing him to control how quickly he thrusts in and out of you. Setting a pace you would never be able to set, let alone match, all you can do is moan as your cooling orgasm flares back full force. You can feel everything, and it isn’t long before you feel that familiar tingling along your spine, your legs jerking with micro spasms, toes curling as your orgasm hits you. 

Katakuri doesn’t stop. One of his large hands adjusts his grip, so the fine scales along his thumb are hovering over your clit. Every so often, knocking into the sensitive bud and pulling another orgasm from your core. 

You just keep moaning his name between your pants and whining. Pressed more and more into the sand as Katakuri keeps moving, never forcing more than you can take into your slick core. His grip loosens for an instant, and you feel a searing heat spread in the deepest part of you. Your eyes closed as you revel in the sensation of being filled in a different way. 

Only. 

Katakuri doesn’t stop. 

His pace remains the same, still moving you at a pace that brings tears to the corners of your eyes. “Kata-” Your attempt to call his name broken off by a moan when he presses his thumb against the bundle of nerves. 

“One will not be enough.” Feeling him shift, dragging the two of you out into slightly deeper water, but you can still feel the soft sand under you when he thrusts downward. “I will fill you, over and over again, all night.” That same searing heat spreads inside of you to the point you know his cum must be leaking from where you are joined with how much he seems to pump into you. “To ensure you are carrying our young.” 

The moment he said “our young”, your body feels like it’s been touched by a live wire. Your walls clench down, impossibly tight, like you’ll stop him from moving. To keep all his cum inside of you, because in the short time since you became aware of exactly what he felt for you, that it wasn’t a one-sided attraction, you’ve come to realize you want more with him. It doesn’t matter that your child will probably be like him, that you won’t be able to teach them everything you should as a parent. He’ll be there to help you, just like he has since the two of you saved each other.

You’ve never wanted to kiss him so badly as you do right now. Forced to settle for your hands reaching as high on his body as they can. Barely grasping his shoulders as you mouth at the thicker portions of his hide over his heart. You can endure this, as much as your body is starting to feel the exhaustion from so many orgasms, you want it. 

All of it. 

When the first hint of dawn comes, Katakuri is still moving. Parts of you are numb, pressed into the sand at low tide, his cum leaking out around his member as he holds his body up with one hand. Trying to keep moving, panting “one more” over and over as his form trembles. 

Just as the sun peaks over the horizon, you feel him freeze. That searing heat returning as a load that feels impossible large is pumped into you. His head hangs down after a moment, his eyes almost closed as he watches you wrecked under him. “Sleep.” One word, and you nod. Feeling his weight settle over you, but his length remaining in your core like he can stem the flow of cum. 

Sleep sounds good. Letting your eyes close at last, your body thrumming from the exertion. Yet you have the strength to reach down, your fingers sweeping over the skin above your womb. A soft smile on your face, as you fall into dreams of a smaller version of Katakuri that is far more curious about this world. 

The next time you wake up, you’re still pressed against Katakuri. Only he’s floating on his back, a hand holding you in place while the noon sun warms the shallow waters of the reef. 

If the feeling in your legs is anything to go by, you aren’t walking today. Or tomorrow for that matter. Parting your lips as you start to lift your head. “Katakuri-” 

“You require more rest.” You decide it’s not worth arguing. He’ll realize you were going to ask about that seabass and how you still need to eat later.