Nepheleus' Bedroom

Though today, your mother asked you to venture outside of the village to visit your grandmother. Your mother’s very own mother. You heard she was ill, dying even and it saddened you. You mother couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to her without any means to contact her.

She wanted to go herself but your father was against this idea. The woods were a dangerous place, vile creatures roamed endlessly and no one has ever returned home after entering the Devil territory.

This sent a shiver down your spine.

Of course everyone knew about the northern woods. There was a bridge connecting this realm to the village, but almost no one dared to cross it. And those who did? They most certainly died a gruesome death.

And for some unknown reasons, your grandmother decided to live in the middle of these same haunted woods.

•••

This is how you end up with a basket under your arm, a crusty map in your hands and no ideas on where the hell you are. You sigh aggressively.

The most important thing is to stay on the bright side of the woods. You walk at your own pace, you take it the mysterious aura emanating from this place. You wonder what secrets can it hide from greedy eyes.

Your feet eventually take you to a pretty pound with giant water lilies floating and lotus flowers on top. You walk closer until you notice a shoal of fish swimming energetically. You lean forward and wonder if you could catch one. You body hover over the pound, mindlessly. Closer and closer until—

Shotgun.

You emerge out of your trance, a few seconds more and you’d have felt in the pound. You spin around and look at the silhouette behind you. A man stands a few meters away from you, still holding his gun. The barrel fumes as he lowers his weapon. You feel his stare on you.

You feel like you shouldn’t stay, but he’s the only human being and who knows if you’ll encounter anyone else.

You raise your hands, carefully stepping closer when he lifts his gun again and aims at your head.

“Ye monster?”

You furiously shake your head, your eyes widely open. You didn’t even notice that your basket and food fell in the pound.

“No, sir!”

“Watcha doin’ ere?”

You try to speak but the words won’t come out. Can’t he see how you’re trembling? You imagine his gun shooting you in the face, the blood ruining your dress. You didn’t have high hopes on surviving this one, but you were expecting a dreadful creature. Not a man.

His attitude isn’t translatable, he even wears a cotton bag over his face. Two holes were pierced so he could see. On his side hangs a small stained bag, flies buzz around it like madmen.

And the smell… foul.

“Don’t shoot, please. I just need to visit my grandmother.”

If he may be thinking you’re lying, he lowers his weapon nevertheless. With the barrel, he indicates a direction and you squint your eyes until you notice wisps of smoke ; something is burning in a chimney. You beam with hope!

You run to your grandma’s house, you start running before you can think of thanking the hunter. You hear him whistle, but you don’t pay attention to him. You don’t really feel like staying around him for too long.

You’re not even looking where you’re going. Don’t you see how thick those trees are? Their foliage covers the sky until it’s so dark you can barely see your hands. You stop as your blood starts racing through your veins.

The dark woods…

You spin on your heels slowly, but darkness surrounds you. You hear voices mumbling and branches cracking everywhere but you can’t see. You know how people tells you not to move if you’re lost? Well, here you’re certain it’s the other way around.

You walk fast, hands groping for trees and every times one stands in your way, you skirt it. You hear a wolf howling from afar and the voices shut dead.

“Fuck.”

What is wrong with this damn place? Something huge is coming your way but it’s coming from everywhere. Each turn leads you straight to the beast, you can already hear him growl and rumble as he comes closer and closer to you.

How can this thing dash and not blow his head on a tree? You run and run as far and as fast as you can but you know deep down it’s no use. The beast roars as it jumps you suppose. Clawed hands push you down, you hit your head on a wild tree root.

A low chuckle catches your attention. The monster hold you by your neck, and even if you can’t see him perfectly, you see a tiny light shimmering in the depth of his pupils.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

You gasp, unable to understand what’s happening. He gets up and lifts you to his shoulder with ease and starts walking. Where is he taking you exactly? You scream and kick him with all your might but you know damn well you’re not saving yourself with small talk.

A gunshot would have been quicker, you think.

“C’mon, little one, cheers!”, the beast laughs louder as he walks your out of the dark woods. You blink until your eyes can make out his form.

You kick and struggle against him when you see his face. Long spout, sharp teeth and yellow eyes, the classical Big Bad Wolf is your death guard.

“Let me go!”

“No can do.”

He merrily strolls for the longest minutes of your existence until you reach a poorly lightened glade. He shoves you down and you fall heavily on your back and huff. You still have energy and he admires that but now isn’t the time to waste time.

He lugs you to his den. It’s dim inside but it doesn’t seem to bother it much. He tosses you on what appears to be a bed, made out of moss and bird duvet. It’s merely comforting considering your position.

The werewolf lays down next to you. His claws draw patterns on your delicate skin. He check your body out, a lustful grin draws his lips back. Somehow, you find the courage to say something.

“I saw the hunter earlier”, you voice carefully, “Don’t think he won’t come and rescue me.”

The werewolf blinks a few seconds before bursting into laughter. His huge maw flashes sets of sharp and long teeth. You look at him, dumbfounded. You watch the beast wipes out a tear in the corner of his glossy eye.

“C’mon, how old are you?”

His mockery irritates you, and he must have feel because he quickly comes down. He points at something hanging on the wall.

“See for yourself.”

At first you can’t see what he’s pointing at, but as you lean closer, a gasp escapes your lungs.

A gun.

You stay silent for a moment, your blood is boiling under your skin. You’re afraid your heart will explode before the beast could kill you. You slowly turn your head to him. This can’t be real, right?

“What did you do?”

You jump out of his dirty bed. You need to get out of here, he gonna kill you otherwise! But the werewolf cuts you off with a calm voice.

“Me? I’m not the monster in this story.”

You look at him. Despite his dreadful appearance, he doesn’t try to stop you. Probably because he knows you can’t get out without him. He picks at his teeth and pull something out. You grimace.

“Look.” You steps forward, not too close.

Between his clawed fingers stands a piece of fabric you recognize as one your village often embroiders. You glare at the werewolf, your arms crosses under your chest.

“What is this even supposed to prove?”

He chuckled, but doesn’t say more.

“Nothing,” he pats his rudimentary bed, “C’mere.”

You step backwards but the beast tucks you, making you land perfectly on his laps. His fur is surprisingly thick and downy, you find yourself combing through his hair when you hear him lick his teeth.

Don’t even try to push him away, his grip is strong enough to break your wrist like branches. You gulp audibly.

“There, there little thing.”

He rubs your tense shoulders lovingly, but you won’t let him with this deceitful attitude. You shove his hands off you.

“If you must kill me, have the decency to do it quickly!”

You close your eyes. Despite your words, your hands tremble with fear and your heart beats aggressively in your ears. Wetness floods your eyelids. You wished you’d lived longer, but now his not the time for regrets. You’ve had a good life.

Fingers pull your face upwards; claws graze the newly exposed skin of your throat. His panting warms up your cheeks and somehow, you find peace in your misery.

“Argh… you’re ruining my fun.”

You open one eye, brows arched.

“Can’t you scream or try something? You know, like anyone with minimal survival instincts?”

“… What?”

“Argh!”

You watch him pinch his snout and grumble. Now is your chance, you have to try something! You clear your throat after taking a deep breath.

“Well, since you’re not gonna eat me, I—”

The werewolf cuts you off.

“Who said that?”, he growls.

A chill runs down your spine, the air suddenly thickens. He coarsely pinches your thighs, his chuckle bounces back on the den’s linings. You translate something else behind his eye, something that makes your whole body shakes.

He tosses you on his bed before you can do anything. He doesn’t rip your dress in pieces like you imagined he would, no. You lay on your side, one leg lifted over his head. Before him, your pretty pussy is hiding under your thong. He whistles suggestively, his long fingers roll to caress your lips with his knuckles.

See? He’s mindful and here you are, whining over it. His index draws circles around your clothed clit then the tiny valley between your puffy lips. You don’t need much turn you on, he can’t already sniff your heat steaming up.

“Geez Louise, would you look at that.”

He tears your thong up and free your restricted cunt. His cold breath gives your goosebumps.

“I’m gonna enjoy this one.”

He rolls on his back and impels you to sit on his open maw. You maneuver yourself between his teeth and you’re glad no one from your village can see this. You can’t help your humiliation to manifest through teary eyes and burning cheek.

You feel his breath between your legs and on your ass. He holds you still, carefully not pressing you too much against his overly sharp fangs. His tongue twists and snakes its way to your warm slit. He gently licks your thighs before running it your mound. You sigh lightly, your hands find his forearms as he keeps lapping your folds. You don’t want to admit you kinda like it.

“Brace yourself, sweetheart”, he articulates.

“Huh? Ah—!”

His tongue slips inside your tight canal and writhes inside you. Your nails dig in his arms but you’re sure he doesn’t even feel it. Talk about feeling, you feel his tongue inside you very well. You fight this new feeling of bliss and agony, it’s consuming your core yet you don’t feel like stopping just yet.

You yelp as he rolls and positions you on your chest. Your dress’s hemline covers your head as your ass is indecently exposed to his view. You hold on for dear life when he plunges his tongue once more to your deepest desire. Knuckle pressed against your bundle of nerves, a jolt of electricity zap you.

“Wait!”

But he’s obviously not listening. His instincts tell him to literally take a bite of your ass but another part of him make his crotch go brrr.

Hm, another charming to say he wants to make you take his knot.

Anyway, feeling how close you are to implode, he does is best to take you to your highest point. Your juice dribbles onto his tongue, his knuckle presses hard on your erected clit.

“Something’s coming!”

He hums approvingly and that’s all it takes to send you to another world. You shake uncontrollably and curse as you fill the werewolf’s maw with your juice. He gulps everything you give away and keeps lapping your slick slit until you physically can’t take more. You lift your ass higher or to the sides when he desperately tries to reach out for more.

You struggle to catch your breath between pantings and tired moans. Behind you, the werewolf licks his lips appreciatively, his dilated pupils never leaving you.

“I could get use to that” he purrs, his other hand shamelessly rubs his bulge.

“Wait now…” your wobbly arms can barely support you as you lift yourself up on your elbows. “Let’s make a deal.”

When he doesn’t say anything, you settle your agreement.

“I take this…”, you vaguely point at his growing bulge, embarrassed, “ and you spare my life.”

For a moment, you both watch each other in silence. Only the sound of groans coming from him breaks the itching quietness. He thinks a bit then grants you a cryptic grin.

“Deal.”

You don’t know if you can trust him, but you don’t really have a choice now, do you?

•••

What’s coming next?! 😱

You still don’t know why it’s walk after you but at least it’s docile. He is just hanging out with you. So you call it Tom — short for Tomorrow — because he’s always there the next morning.

You and Tom traveled a lot and even if he isn’t talkative, you’re still glad he is here. You noticed that his behavior matches yours. Even when he doesn’t need to breath, he mimics your shoulders coming up and down. When he bumps into something, he pretends to be hurt.

And he goes one for months!

Until one day, he can’t follow you anymore. So he waits and waits, under the rain and thunder or when the sun’s heat is unbearable. He walks past all the houses and buildings you ever visited.

And he finds you, your back rests against a wall. Your eyes are open but you don’t say anything, so he sits next to you as best as he can. It’s silent.

For the first time since he met you, you let him touches your hand. It’s cold, but he can’t say anything. He mimics you, his shoulders stop moving.

How many times did a big company tried to buy your colony and recipe? You stopped counting, at this point. It wasn’t just your job, they were all you had and needed in life to be happy.

Other beekeepers often asked you how you could produce this high quality honey they couldn’t replicate. They begged you to share your secrets, but you politely declined and closed your door.

The truth was far from glorious…

•••

The smell of black tea lingers. A male bee hybrids hands you a fuming cup as he sits next to you. He’s wearing an apron "Kiss the cook" over a black turtleneck. His antenna tickles your face when he senses your distress.

“What’s wrong?”

His hands find yours on you thighs and slowly rub them. You rest you head on his shoulder.

“Someone will find out, about all this.”

You vaguely gesture at your house, and all the tiny beehives in every corner of your walls. The male bee reassures you.

“Don’t say that, this won’t happen. We’ll protect you no matter what.”

You breathe in slowly. You let yourself drift away in his hold, his two sets of arms cradling you lovingly. You end up sit on his thighs, two arms grasping your body round the waist. His other two pat your head.

“Why don’t you sleep in tomorrow and let us do the work, hm?”

You nod, thankful for their presence. You kiss his lips lazily and he eagerly kisses you back. His thin black tongue slips into your mouth before he pulls it out.

“Now, don’t tempt me.” You giggle after his gave you playful slap on your ass.

You swing your hips suggestively as you feign to go to bed. You can already see his bulge on his grey pants ; you lick your lips. His dark eyes prey upon you while his antenna twists above his head. He sighs but invites you closer with his index finger.

“Get down.”

You oblige, you knees meet the wooden floor of your house in seconds. When he doesn’t move, you reach for his dick yourself, it’s pinkish and half swollen. You lazily jerk him while your tongue plays with his sack. His head falls backwards as he closes his eyes, his two right hands rest on your head. You suck his ball inside your mouth and suckle the skin.

“Keep going, it’s perfect.”

You do the same with his other ball until his cock fully stands above your head like a flag. You kiss the tip and slide your tongue between its pointy head and foreskin. You can taste his sweet nectar dribbling out of his urethra. He slips one under his turtleneck, sweat runs down his body.

You take a long breath before taking all the shaft in your mouth to the bottom of your throat. Wet section echoes in your brain, you’re already toying your clit for him. The male bee pulls you closer to your hips and thrusts his girth deeper. Your greedy hands squeeze his butt. Drool mixed with nectar swing at the base as you gag around his cock.

He puts his four hands on the back of your skull then pumps his length harder until his heavy sack clenches and his cock twitches.

“Fuck yes~”

You gulp gallons after gallons of his seed, until your stomach is so full you start throwing up.

“Fucking whore.”

He pulls you by your hair and forces you on the couch. Your pussy flutters and clenches around nothing, as you throw your ass up in the air. The male bee rips your pants and underwear in one move. You bit your lips. His cock in hand, he smears your wetness all over your folds and on his twitching dick. He slaps your ass with another hand.

“Gonna take it, right?”

You nod, tears run down your cheeks.

“Say it!”

“Yes, yes! I’ll be good.

“You’re not gonna run away, hm?

“No…”

He slaps you again on the same spot.

“Louder!”

“NO!”

Pain mixes with pleasure as he empales his cock inside your hole. You’re sure if it’s you or a porn star who moved in, but you don’t recognize your own voice. The male bee watches his cock move in and out of your slit, you’re moaning like a bitch in heat but he doesn’t blame you. You feel so good, he can’t even contain himself.

Each thrust drives you closer to the edge, his precum leaks out of your hole. You’re a blabbing slut, barely good at anything but take him.

When your wall starts sucking and milking him, he gives you everything he has and fucks your brain out.

“Yesyesyesyes!”

It’s wet and hot, your pussy is literally boiling his dick until finally, he feels his deliverance. He empties his sack inside your greedy cunt, his tip bullies you G-spot mercilessly. He even lifts you up and holds you there with his arms strength and his still erected shaft.

“You’re so good, you know that?”

He keeps your attached to his dick until you’ve received every drop of his. Your belly swollen, full of semen and nectar.

Your male bee keeps you in his arms, even days after you’re done. He would fuck another load inside you if he felt like there was room for more. His hands massage your sore body when, a week later it was time to finally pull out.

You spread your legs when it’s time to collect your nectar. The male bee puts a bucket between your beneath your sweet pussy and carefully put pressure on your womb. You watch the bucket filled with honey until it’s full and your core is empty.

“Perfect! This should be enough.”

And after a long process of filtering and cleaning, you’re ready to sell you honey.

They took your blood for analysis, checked your vitals but most importantly they took ultrasound images of your belly.

See, hybrid weren’t knew but they don’t run around freely. They are mostly docile creatures and help workers in the countryside. It’s rare to witness a hybrid in the city. Your merman was obviously a wild one, humanity can’t control what’s going deep down.

You were just an unfortunate soul who happened to step into a merman’s territory during mating season. Humans are easier to mate with, they are sensitive to the siren call and can’t defend themselves. Easy target.

You watch the screen next to your head, a black and white view of a dozen of eggs sitting peacefully inside your womb.

“Can we get those things out of her?”

Your mom stands right next to you, on the other side. Her concerned look almost pained you. You could never tell her it was the best bonk of your life.

“I’m not sure… we still don’t know much about mammal hybrids, let alone sea hybrids.” The surgeon gives your mother an apologetic speech. “It would be best to deliver at full-term.”

While your mom starts arguing with the poor lady about how inappropriate it is, you look at the screen.

“When it’s time, come back here.”

•••

The positive side is that nobody can’t tell you were pregnant with a hybrid’s babies. You look normal to everyone. Some people, those who know you, are surprised to see you pregnant when you were 20kg lighter a few weeks ago. You’re good at finding excuses, though.

“Just a cryptic pregnancy.”

You’d disband they worries quickly so it doesn’t root and make you a pariah.

•••

When you go to the toilet, which happens a lot these days, you feel eggs’ shell falling out of your vagina. You thought you had a miscarriage, you weren’t sure if it was even possible for merfolks. When you felt something small literally swim inside your womb, you let a reassured sigh escape you.

As weeks turned into months, you started worrying about the babies. What should you do? Your mother expects you to go the hospital to deliver but what would happened to your kids. They’ll probably cut them open in the name of science.

If you go to the shore, the merman would take them and you’ll never see them again. You stroke your belly absently. Maybe you could talk it out with the merman ? Will he understand ? You remember his ruby red eyes on you, his scales covering his ghostlike skin and his pitch black hair.

It sent a chill down to your spine.

•••

The pain is striking. Your mother holds your arm as she fumbles with her keys. You look back, where you imagine in the private beach’s waves, the silhouette of the merman arose. You thought about it, and you even know why you hesitated.

You’ll never let people treat kids like experience, whatever they are.

While your mother tries to wake up the car’s engine, you sneak out of her house. Your feet walk you effortlessly to the shore, like a silent voice is called you. Each steps closer to the sea makes your pain go away until you’re finally back.

You’re surrounded by red rock cliffs and trees, it’s a natural dome. The perfect spot to impregnate humans, you think. You didn’t notice it’s beauty last time because of the darkness. Now you walk into the ripples and wait for your merman.

A few minutes pass before cold hands surround your pregnant form. You turn and there he is, his glassy red eyes staring at you with refreshed desire.

“You came back.”

His voice echoes inside your mind, he’s already flooding your body with his presence. You’ve been waiting for so long, it felt like eternity.

This time as he swims around you, you see his tail, long as flat like a moray eel.

He drinks from your lips, gasps and whines like they fill him with strength. He leaves kisses all the way to your swollen belly, his hand reaches his popping pussy and pinch your clit.

“Ah—!”

“Breathe. I have open you up before you push they out.”

You thought he would take his time like your first time, but he didn’t have time for that. He spreads your legs around his hips where his cocks stand patiently. Your arms around his neck, you empale yourself on his cock.

Your eyes rolls to the back of your head. Your merman hisses and starts stretching your walls with slow thrust. The pain fades and his quickly replaced by a bundle of lewd sounds. He rips your dress off and suckles of your lactating breast.

Underwater, his other cock slides inside your like butter, and makes your cry. You’re close already but you don’t want to stop yet. With a pop, he lets go of your nipple and focus on your fat cunt.

His cocks manhandle you, you can barely keep up with him. Your warm hole clenches around his cocks and your feel your inside liquifying.

“Ah?!—”

As your legs shake violently, something big stretches your cervix and pops out of your cunt. You want to say something but the merman stars pump his cocks inside you again.

“Wait!”

But he ignores you, his cocks beating your cervix again and again. You come once more and another thing is expelled from your pussy.

•••

When you wake up, the merman is still fucking your pussy like it’s his last day on Earth. Your belly went back to normal, though you still feel something moving expectantly. It’s trying to come out of you womb; on the other hand, your partner pounds you like a beast.

The stimulation from both sides and too much for you. You’re screaming at this point when the final wave of raw pleasure takes you out. The last baby eventually comes out.

The merman thrust his dicks as far as he can before painting your inside with translucent thick cum.

He swims you to the shore. You fucked out, just like before but this time was even better. You could ask him to fill you up again, you wouldn’t mind if it meant to be pounded through the delivery.

“Did it hurt?”

“No, it was perfect.”

He strokes your cheek then look back at the waves.

“You did well, you gave birth to twelve merfolks. Thank you.”

You don’t have the strength to look, your body is numb and sore.

“Can I see? Where will you take them? Should I come with you? Are they staying with me?”

He doesn’t answer, his smile says enough for now. He drags himself to the sea before disappearing under a ripple. You watch the sea, not sure what to do. Before you fell asleep, you heard him call you by your name.

“How do you—?”

He points at his head then yours. He can read minds? You have to think much more when tells you his name.

“I’m River. Don’t forget it!”

How could you forget it?

•••

You dare to dunk your lips. As the taste of vodka floods your mouth, you’re surprised it tastes this good. You try to take your time, but eventually your cocktail is gulped after a few more drinks.

“You like it?”

You almost jumped out of your skin. Next to you is the man who offered you the cocktail. You detail his face, lightly tan skin, wavy black hair curling here and there ; it looks like he works out.

“Yes, it’s really nice. I appreciate, thank you.”

He returns you your polite smile and hold out his hand to you.

“I’m Marc.”

You take his hand in yours, his palm and fingers are calloused, but his handshake is warm and gentle. Your name slips out of your lips, like a spell to his ears. His brown eyes are all over your body, his hand strokes your covered thigh. You feel yourself attracted to him, just by the way he hold himself together. His cologne and the sight of his muscles flexing under his shirt. You know he got you wrapped around his fingers with a few words.

“Should we go somewhere else?”

•••

You’re kneeling before you, the taste of alcohol replaced by his cock’s. You hold back your tears as he pushes you closer to him, your nose brushing his pubic hair. Ropes of drool and precum hang on your chin. You hollow your cheeks as and roll your tongue around his shaft, you trace each tangled vein.

“Yeah, just like that. Keep sucking me, you slut.”

Marc thrusts his dick down your throat, one hand fists your hair while the other squeeze your throat. You’d be lying if you say you don’t like it. You meet his gaze, Marc curses under his breath and fucks your mouth fast and fast. You try not to gag, but his cock keeps hitting so hard, you’re afraid he’ll pound your lungs.

“Ahn, fuck! Tongue’s out, baby.”

You obey after he pulled out and starts jerking himself over your open mouth. He shots his cum on your wet tongue as a deep grunt escapes him.

You suck and lap the tip. His balls contract and his shaft jolts as another shot of cum lands on you face.

Marc sits on your bed. He watches you wipe your face and suckle his fingers.

“Come here.”

He helps you get on your feet and turn your around. You can’t feel feel his lips nibbling your folds from behind. He pushes two fingers into your wet cunt, instinctively you start to fuck yourself on him. It’s not much for you need more friction.

“Please, Marc…”

You mewl, you don’t usually beg for it, but this man drives you crazy. You hear him chuckle against your ass.

“Need somthin’, honey?”

You’re shaking your hips in front of him, his hand if soaked in your juice.

“Need you, baby.”

He slaps you ass cheek.

“What was that?”

“Fuck me, please.”

He slaps the other one, amused. You can’t help but sob as you approach your climax.

“Want your cock, please.”

You’re almost embarrassed of yourself, how you sound desperate for a man’s cock. But you don’t give a shit.

Marc makes you face him, still that boyish grin on his face, but you’re growing quite fond of it. Hands on his shoulders and knees on each side of his thighs, aligns his cock to you greedy cunt. And with one thrust, he plunges deep inside you.

You both moan as Marc starts fucking you right away, his sack hits your cheeks with each forceful move. You try to ground yourself to him, but he makes it impossible. He changes angles, hitting secret spots you weren’t even aware of.

Your orgasm is coming quick, yet you don’t try to fight it. Just let yourself go to the pleasure. Marc’s breath is shallow, he knows you’re close and draw circles on your erected clit.

“Aah—! Ahnn!”

It mashes you both, jolts of electricity freeze you. You try to catch your breath, press against Marc’s torso. His cock twitches as it fills you with hot flowing seeds. He gives small thrusts until the last drop of cum left his balls.

“Same time, next week?”

You’re exhausted, but a part of you can’t wait fir more.

He lines his cock to your entrance and easily slip inside your fat pussy. You whine, your eyes roll to the back of your head as he starts thrusting. Your activity doesn’t stop other male from coming. You’re releasing so much pheromones, you’re actively attracting every wanderlust male bee hybrids. Even authentic male bees!

You’re so sensitive and already so full of cum. The male pounds you fast, chasing his own pleasure. They all know you’re too far gone, but they keep you around for reproduction and milk production.

The male wings flutter as he cums inside your puffy hole. He just pull out and another male penetrates you. You can’t catch a break or your breath, you have to take it all.

Your pussy is pounded all day, your breast milked non-stop.

You can’t remember how you ended up here.

•••

You’re sleeping, finally. It’s quiet when you don’t hear the buzz sound of the make flying around the hive. You’ve been cleaned, your mouth and cunt are empty, but you can’t wait for the first of to come.

And as you expected, the sun arose and with him the first male bee of the day.

“Good morning, your majesty.”

“Morning…”

You smile tiredly, but your smile quickly turns into a fucked out face when he started suckling your breast and fucking you on his cock.

His eyes light up before his smile stretches his lips. He looks like an angel, his happiness is contagious as you can’t help but smile as well.

“Sorry, love. I didn’t see you there.”

He was about to get up when you stopped him, signing him to stay sat.

“I’m just passing by, I have something for you.”

He looks at you eager noticing the prettily wrapped box in your hand. He rubs his hands excitedly before carefully taking it from you. He undoes the ribbon on top and opens it.

When you hear him gasp, you know you present did the job.

His eyes are widen open, just like his mouth.

“Come on, show me!”

As he lifts the book higher, you take out your camera and take a picture of him.

“Where did you get it?”

You hear disbelief and amazement in his voice.

“You’re not gonna believe it, but I found it on Ebay.”

He gets up. The way he holds the book as far as he can from his face like ut’s radioactive make you laugh.

“Thank you! Do you even realize how much it means to mean?”

You can’t answer right away as Steven lifts and makes you swing around his office. He puts you down with a loving stare.

“If it makes you happy.”

He kisses the back of your hand, then lifts your chin with his finger and kisses your lips. It’s a innocent gesture, but you knew Steven Grant.

“I’d love to show you how happy I am, yeah?”

•••

“Ah—aahn!”

Piles of papers scattered, piece of clothes discarded and your legs wide open for Steven only. Under his sweet man attitude was laying a greedy man.

His hands hold your hips where he wants them to be as he pounds your little cunt his cock. His trousers hold themselves under his ass cheeks somehow. His naked torso displays a muscular body that makes you wet.

You’re already covered by his seed, but it’s not enough for him. He wants to see you crazy for him.

Some he forces you to take him on his desk like the good girl he knows you are.

When your walls flutter once more, he picks up the pace until all you can do is sob and mewl in his arm.

“Be good for me, love. And cum on my cock.”

His tip bruises your cervix until it eventually opens it up. A frisson of pleasure runs down his spine and he knows he is close.

“Stevennnn—”

“I know, love. I’m almost there.”

He squeezes your body against his while he thrusts a few inches more inside you before he shots rope of semen directly inside your womb.

He pants. His hands caress you crying frame.

“You’re alright, thank you.”

You mentally face slap yourself. How is that supposed to make things better for you? You roll your eyes.

“I don’t care, I don’t want this thing in my house.”

You hear him mumbling something. He must be talking to someone else, you thought. But then, you hear him shout when a shattering noise echoed through the phone.

“Get it, get it but I really need someone to look after him.” He force his voice to sound pleading when you could sense underlying irritation. Hopefully not towards you.

It’s not like you were busy anyway and you could do it for your friend. It’s just a humanoid snake, right.

“Why don’t you leave it at Hybrids’ House?”

“Those kennels? I know damn well how they treat hybrid in there. They mix them with authentic animals and force them to fuck.”

“It’s fake, why would they do that?”

“Look, I need you. I don’t trust anyone else but you. Please.”

There was a moment of silence when you heard a voice murmuring "what did she said?". Your friend mad them hush quickly.

You sigh.

“Okay, fine.”

You could tell he was relieved. You, on the other hand, weren’t sure where you where stepping in.

“Thank you so much! You’re the best, I’ll repay you someday, I promise.”

•••

A few days after your phone call, your friend arrived at your house. One of the reasons he knew you’d be the best option is that you live out of the city in a private area. It was just you and some wild animals roaming around the property.

You were happy to see him, it’s been months since you last saw each other. So, even if it’s to keep an eye on his hybrid, you welcome him with a plate of food and homemade lemonade.

You both talked for hours until it was time to leave. You didn’t see the hybrid you were supposed to sit, though.

“My hybrid? Oh, he’s here don’t worry. He didn’t want to bother so he’ll knock before night falls.”

On these words, your friend waves his hand at you and drives away on the dirt road.

You’re alone now. With a unknown hybrid wandering around your house. You can’t help be sigh. You did not at ease knowing he was there, but you couldn’t turn your back on him now. Remember, it’s for your friend and it’s only for a week. It can’t be that bad.

•••

You stepped out of the shower when you heard something knock on your door. You froze, your breath stuck inside your lungs. You know it’s the hybrid, but you don’t feel like opening your door. What if it’s something else? You look at your phone, it’s almost midnight.

Again, someone is knocking on your door, louder this time. You don’t want to leave the poor thing outside, though. You wrap yourself in a towel and slowly walk down the stairs. As you get closer, you hear a voice. It sounds annoyed yet worried. You come closer to your door, with your tv as the only source of light.

“I should have come sooner, she must be sleeping now.”

You take as much air as you can in your lungs and open the door.

Before you stands a tall creature. His torso wears a simple grey T-shirt and a belt around his hips. He looks normal except for the mask over his mouth and his flat face. He does have serpentine features. You both stand still before you remember how cold it is outside and invite him inside. The hybrid man gladly walks into your house, lowering his head to pass the door frame.

“Sorry I’m back so late. I hope I didn’t bother you.”

He points at your drenched body and towel. You shake your head.

“No, no. I was just concerned. Nobody visits me so, hearing knocking on the door isn’t reassuring.”

His eyes widen, or you think they did. Next thing you notice know is that he has your hands in your and an apologetic frown on his face.

“I’m sorry. I understand how uncomfortable you are, you must not be fond of my kind. It’s okay, I won’t be a burden for you.”

Hm. Now it sounds like you’re racist or something. Which might be true from a hybrid’s perspective. You quickly disband his excuses with a friendly pat on his head.

“Don’t apologize now, I’m the one who’s not acting right. I can’t imagine what it’s like to be a hybrid in this world.”

You show him a plate sitting on the table along with a glass of water and bread.

“Eat what is good for you, I’ll eat what’s left.”

You watch him waves his tail to his food. He stood there for a while before his eyes meet yours.

“I’m sorry to ask, but could look away, please?”

You oblige and walk back upstairs. You don’t get why he asked you for privacy on something so mundane as eating, but you truly don’t care. You have to respect his boundaries.

You took your towel off, your breast falling back their usual position. You sigh as you look at yourself in the mirror, you’ve known better days. You body feels so different from when your were a student. Now… you just feel different.

I’m losing it, you thought. Mindlessly, you run your fingers down your throat to your collarbone then your sternum. You watch your nipples stiffening as you pinch and twist them between your thumb and index finger. They’re heavy but nothing comes out. You look down at your folds calling for attention. You slip a finger between them. One dip in your wet canal while another stroke your clit.

You could go on but you won’t. You have a guest and it’s not the time for this.

You put a large T-shirt on yourself and attached your hair with a bonnet before walking downstairs again. He was sitting on the couch when you arrived.

“Sorry, I was on my phone, get distracted easily.”

You laugh a bit, then drop on the couch next to him. You feel him looking at you, with eyes you can’t describe. When you mention it, he stutters apologies and look away.

The night went on with you both watch a Barbie movie, because why not? And after hearing all the sisters’ names from that one movie, you realized that you didn’t ask him his yet.

“I’m Keran.”

You tell him your name, but he already knows it. Obviously, your friend must have told him before coming here.

•••

After two more movies, you guide Keran to his room. You made sure to warm it up with heaters, you even bought UV lamps in case. And to your pleasure, he enthusiastically jumps on his kind size bed. You give him a everything he needs, and tell him if he wants something else, he could knock on her door.

In the dark and back to your room, you could finally take care of yourself. You strip and open a drawer with you hide all your private toy. You choose a short but thick one.

You close your eyes. You imagine that your favorite actor is fucking you, you imagine yourself folding in different positions as his dick slams against your ass and deep inside you. You empale yourself on your toy. It hurts at first but your need for sex is soaking your sheets and makes it easier. Once the tip is in, the rest is history. It stretches you open and a timid whine breaks out of your mouth. You drag your cunt up and doing on it, slowly increasing the pace of your wild hips. Your ass bounces on the fake balls, you part your legs even more as the pleasure takes over and eases the pain.

You imagine hands strangling you while your slit is mercilessly being pounded. Or how you’d suck dicks and hollow you cheeks as it cums down your throat.

But for now, your fucking a plastic toy. Your breast are so heavy but you have not to hold them for you. You bend over, with your ass now in the air is’t easier to see the plastic cock disappear inside your greedy hole.

“Fuck…”

You grip on your sheets hard, you’re almost there. If only you could fuck someone, but you’re almost there and a fucking is gonna take all the credit.

Nah, not gonna happen.

You hear the slap before you can feel the pain. It’s playful yet powerful, you clit pulses desperately. You gasp and straighten your back to see what is going on, but you’re pushed back doing.

“What are you—?”

You’re still panting, your orgasm is fading out but your desire is peaking. His hands plot the shape of your body, knead the fat on your hips. You escape his hold, you escape his judgement because you’re afraid he might not like what he touches. What are you hiding under your clothes if not the beauty he is eager and willing to praise.

So, ever so slowly, you let him explore your world. Your belly, your thighs, your breast and the arms that surround his neck when he sucks your neck and nibbles your throat.

“Lay down for me, please.”

His voice his quiet in the dark, there’s nothing to be afraid of but your own illusion of imperfection. You lay on your back, his hands roams over your chest with envy. He leaves kiss on your nipples before suckling them. You part your legs and he obliges. His erected cocks rest against his stomach, they’re pulsating with desire to give you what you deserve.

With his hands anchored on both side of your head, he slips his bifid tongue between your lips. Your bodies move together, your lips can’t stay away from each other’s.

He caresses your forgotten clit with his tip, sending a jolt of pleasure in your core. He taps his velvet heads over your cunt before he starts pushing past your slit.

“You’re okay, I’ll take it slow.”

You nod. You needed that. You craved that connection for so long and it came as a hybrid snake. While his cock makes its way to your womb, he lazily fist pump the other one in his fist.

The cock brushes a spot inside your walls that has your purr underneath his frame. He rolls his hips repeatedly, forcing whines after whines out of you. You hold on him, your hands grip on his biceps.

“That’s it, you’re doing great, love. Hold tight.”

He flips you on your chest, face pressed to your pillow and your pretty ass exposed to his eye. Just like he found you when he opened your door.

You shake your ass for him, you seduce him and tempt him to fuck you senseless.

You hear him hiss, when out of nowhere, he slams his cock and bottoms you out.

“Ahn fuck, yes!”

His thrusts are strong and calculated, each time his tips kiss your cervix. You feel yourself melt and your wall flexing around his cock. Lewd sounds echo in your your room, from your wet cunt drenching Keran’s dick or the sound of his hips beating your ass.

“Gonna cum!”

His cocks just started leaking precum when you came hard around his shaft. You were shaking like you never did before, you almost pee yourself. Keran keeps fucking your through it, until he pulls out. Your hips fall to the side completely drained.

But as the hybrid snake rolls you on your back and lifts your legs to his head, he pushes his other tip. You mewl but let him fuck you cunt.

You breast bounces with each thrust in and out. You start to cry when you feel him hit your G-spot again and again. You sound like a whore and he loves it. He takes your hand and put it on your belly where you could feel a bulge.

“Oh fuck!”

He increases his pace, his cock is literally drowning inside you cunt from how wet you are. He pushes himself as far as his can, his thrusts gets sloppier as he chases his orgasm. Your legs are wide open for him.

Before he shots his load inside, he pushes his other cock in and gives everything he git left. Your mouth hangs open as you’re stretched to the max.

“Hold on baby, almost there.”

Your bed creaks and bangs on the walls. He moans your name in your ears then hisses and groans as he empties his sack inside your womb.

You feel eggs forcing your cervix open. Your cry, it makes you cum again, which help the egg dilating your pussy. Keran holds you still for a few minutes until the last egg reaches your core.

You’re soaked, but you feel so good with you belly full of babies.

The snake hybrid kisses you then wraps himself around your body. This way you’ll feel better when you sleep.

“Sleep well, love.”

“Hm.” You hum as you give in to tiredness.

•••

The rest of the week went well. Your belly was so big, you were concerned about how it would. You never had kids and certainly not hybrid kids. Keran was lovely, he helped you with your task and rubbed your belly with your eggs were in a weird position.

Being pregnant didn’t stop you from fucking every night like rabbits. You were loving it.

Until your friend came back to pick him up. When you opened the door for him, let’s say if was more than shocked.

“What the fuck happened?”

You thought about how you’d tell him you fuck his hybrid and dried his cocks, but you couldn’t find the strength. Fortunately, Keran was there to find an excuse.

“She’s pregnant with my babies.”

You almost spit your tea on your friend. So did he. You both looked at each other, an awkward silence filled the not so living room.

“I’m so sorry, it’s my fault. You trusted me and I fucked up.”

“You sure did.”

That’s all he said before getting up. Keran looked at him worried.

“So, where am I going?”

You hated this accusatory silence.

“I’ll let you choose, I’ll be outside. I’m leaving in 30 minutes.”

What is happening? This isn’t really, right? This can’t be. You both looked at each other’s and… what? The silence is the only answer.

You should’ve known better. Why did you imagine this would work? Because it’s clearly not.

•••

You watch your friend’s car disappear on that same dirt road with teary eyes. Don’t act like you didn’t see it coming. You let your pussy choose and now what?

Was it worth losing him? You wipe your tears with the back of your hand, the other one caressing your inflated belly.

See, you’ve never been with anyone else long enough. You dated guys back in high school and college, but it wasn’t… how could you say it? Concrete.

Just a hobby or something you do because you feel forced to. Because truly, you’re not interested by human. All the times you lie in bed with a guy, every time they "fuck" you or made "love" to you, you weren’t truly there. There’s always something missing to your puzzle.

Until you pay a visit to your concerned mom, a few meters away from a private beach. You’d sneak in at night. You toss all your clothes on the sand and jump into the waves. It feels nice, you let yourself relax and float around.

You’ve heard of hybrid creatures before. It’s rare to witness such things outside of the city or specific farm, where they are created. You’ve never heard of sea hybrid creatures before, though.

So, when you swim back to the shore, you’re surprised to hear a distant male voice singing.

It’s beautiful, otherworldly melody. You turn around and notice a silhouette surfacing from the darkness. With the moonlight blinding you, you can’t make out his face but as his voice rises louder, you know it’s coming closer.

You step back, you’re still wet and naked. You don’t have time to dress, just take your belongings and leave. But, you can’t. You feel drawn to him, to his melody. You want to hear him sing more. Louder and clearer.

Slowly, your feet walk you back to the waves. Inside your own body, you’re now an empty shell and you need to be filled with his voice. Your senses are numb, everything is distorted and blurry.

The man extends his arms to you, long yet neat claws await you. As your waist immerses, he comes closer to you and finally reveals himself. He is tantalizing, his hair sails along on his neck and shoulders ; you wonder how could his hair be dry already if he just emerged. His ruby red eyes detail you with a fierce hunger, of what kind you have no idea.

He strokes you cheeks with a tenderness that doesn’t match his cold attitude. As his song ends, your senses collide with your mind and chorus…

“Danger!”

Your fear stand on end, to his amusement. You see yourself watching your mom’s cat toying with a spider, a smile on your face. You try to leave, to scream but he holds you still as his claws scissors your flesh. “He’s not moving at all”, you thought. What a tragic yet romantic way to die.

The man leans over you, your nipples rub his chest. His skin, if you look attentively, is covered with thin scales ; gills stripe his trapezius muscles. His fresh lips brush yours. You gasp, and while lips parted he slips his pointy tongue inside.

This can’t be happening, you just needed air not to get abducted by a sea hybrid. But what can you do against a creature like this. The way his fingers pinch your nipples has your crying for more. You never felt like this before, so aroused and wild in the arms of any partner. Maybe this is it, this is what you needed all this time.

The merman could feel you like each part of your body was confessing to him. How neglected you’ve been your whole life, and he is more than willing to concede to your desires.

He swims you both to the shore, his tail whips waterspouts effortlessly. With delicacy, he lay on top of you. His hair hangs over your visage, you can’t look away from him. You’re falling in his trap. But you don’t care.

Not when he breaks the skin of your throat and drinks your blood out of it. Not when he leans over your breast to suck both your nipples. And not even when his head sets above your pussy as his laps at the wetness running down your entrance.

You’re shameless, really. Your mother has reasons to be worried about you, and you know. But you don’t care about finding someone to please her expectations. It’s alright if you stay alone for one more year. Right now, you’re feeling something, and this something is melting your insides in the best way.

So you’ll let this merman fuck you senseless if it means feeling something for once.

He’s doing great, more than great actually. His tongue do wonders, but seing how long it is, you’re not surprised. He sucks your clit, his wet muscle rolls around it ; he even give it kitten licks to drive you crazy.

“Fucking yes—!” You catch yourself laughing yet moaning like a whore. His hands caress the skin under you thighs then push your knees to your collarbone. You’re exposed to the night, to the moon and his ruby red eyes. You see him devour your cunt with his eyes, ropes of drool drop on you before he gets back to work. You push his head deeper, he hums softly, approvingly. The vibrations make you cry louder, but who cares, it’s just you and him.

You feel yourself coming, it’s dangerous –outrageous even. You feel your limbs jumping and cold sweat rippling to your core. But the merman holds your thighs, he grounds you to the sand as the tidal wave between your legs violently crushes you. You don’t recognize your own voice, and you have no idea of the mess you just created.

“You’re so good, so good.”

Stars illuminate your vision, your back is arched as far possible. You’re recovering slowly, but you both aren’t done with one another yet. He lets go of your knees then crawl on top of you. This time, you kiss him, you rolls your tongue around his and suck it, you caress his cold skin.

He takes your hand and guides it to a wet slit. You don’t understand at first, you thought he was a male. Not that you mind at this point. Until you push your index through his open to touch something hard.

He moans, his forehead rests on you shoulder. He keeps the hands stroking him in place while his other hand possessively hold your hips. He’s soaking wet down there. You lean forward, your lips brush the slit and you swear he whines. With your tongue toying his underlying erection, his melodious voice rings through your body. Slowly, not one but two cocks arise. The base are shy pinkish but the pointy tip are raging red. You meet his eyes, needy and desperate.

With both of your hands, you pump his cocks suggestively. He throws his head back, hissing under your touch. He says something but you don’t understand his foreign language. He kisses you fondly while you keep working his sensitive area. He squirms, his groans tell you everything you need to know. You feel him twitch and before he comes, you bottom out his cock down your throat. The merman hisses and pushes your head to the base. Ropes of cum fill your stomach.

You cough, out of breath but he isn’t satisfied yet. He pushes down and mounts you once more, with his cocks out. He didn’t waste time nor did he give you a warning. He bottoms you out like a fierce beast.

“Ahn fuck!”

His hips rolls around yours, sensually and effortlessly. You hold on him for dear life as he beats your cunt with his cock. You can feel him inside spreading your walls. You can take so much, you try to roll to the side, but he presses your head against the sand. He’s fucking you hard, he drags his cock out painfully slow then slaws his hips to the bottom.

“Fuckfuckfuck!”

The pleasure feels unreal, you never felt that before. Yet it’s happening, he’s rearranging your inside.

Cold hands flip you over, one leg rests next to his gills. He has you open like a book, before pumping your pussy. The merman watches your eyes cross as he fills you to the brim.

He takes his other cock and push it inside your already full pussy. Your eyes widen.

“Wait! I can’t— I can’t it’s too—!”

But he does not listen, he pushes himself down your sucking walls. He pinches your nipples and thrusts deeper and deeper until his cocks bruises your cervix. Your whole body is bouncing on his cocks, it’s so fucking good. You don’t even understand how this is possible.

His thrust gets messier and wet, his breath is shallow. He kisses every part of you he can reach, licks and sucks your skin with energy. You’re almost there, you can feel it. Your legs shake uncontrollably, you bite your lips to hold back the huge orgasm building up.

But does want you to, he gives hard hips thrust as he speaks into your ear.

“Cum.”

Hips thrust.

“For.”

Again.

“Me.”

Fuck!

You can’t hold it anymore. A few seconds later, you’re squirting all over his torso. Your mouth is shaped like a O as you let out a silent scream. Your head falls back on the sand, you can barely keep your eyes open. Your consciousness is drifting away.

He keeps fucking you, his climax pulses in his veins and while your walls are still soaked and tight, he chases his orgasm.

He moans in your ears, his voice ignites another fire in between your legs, making you both come. This time you’re sure someone heard you, you both are way too loud. He hovers over you, his red eyes hold a love you weren’t expecting.

But you see how he keeps thrusting even after his came.

“What are you… doing?”, you pant.

But he doesn’t answer, you feel him shooting loads after loads of his semen inside your sucking pussy directly inside your womb.

Until he pushes past your cervix, making you whine. He takes his other cock and strokes it while his pumping cock feels you with something big.

“What is this?!”, you want to take it out but it’s not moving. His tip inflates to pump you with eggs and make sure you’d take it like a good girl.

The hybride massages your breast and hips while another egg stretches your womb. You watch your belly bulging with eggs and the merman pumping you full. When the hybrid pump his last baby inside you, your final orgasm makes your overstimulated body jolts.

You’re out of breath when he finally pulls his cock out of you. He strokes your cheeks, his eyes observing your belly before he starts crawling back to the ocean.

“Wait, where are you going?”

He stops before his head disappears in the darkness.

“When it’s time, come back here.”

Then he dives in the water. Like nothing happened, not like you were fucked and impregnated by a wild hybrid.