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Be still.

The voice echoes through your mind, reverberates through your very soul. You can’t help but obey the command. You stop thrashing, despite the fear gripping you as you’re pulled down, down, down towards the bottom of the sea. The edges of your vision begin to blur, then go black.

The creature pulling you down caresses your cheek with a long, thin tentacle. When it reaches your lips, it pushes inside.

This is it, you think. This is how I die.

Except… you don’t die. Instead, the substance the tentacle is secreting into your mouth sharpens your senses suddenly and completely. The darkness fades from your vision. You can see, despite the depth you’ve been pulled to. And more importantly, you can breathe.

You suck greedily on the tentacle the second you realise what it’s doing to you. The creature begins to pump it in and out of your mouth, slowly dragging tiny, bumpy suction cups along the surface of your tongue.

It feels… good.

It feels really, really good.

More tentacles begin to run along your body, sliding easily underneath the clothing you’d been wearing on the deck of the cruise ship you’d fallen off of. One of them traces the shell of your ear. Others slide against your nipples, already sensitive from the shock of the cold water against your skin.

Submit to me.

That same voice echoes through your mind, and you can’t fight it. You don’t even want to fight it, not when every cell in your body has been ignited by the tentacles wrapping around you.

The tentacle in your mouth pushes down your throat, and if it had been anything else you would have choked. You find yourself so relaxed, though, that it slides right in. The tentacle is fucking you, you realise belatedly. The tentacle is fucking your throat. This… creature is fucking your throat!

Mermaid.

You try to nod, to show you understand the correction you’ve just been offered, but the thought flits across your mind and passes by before you can begin to act on it. The tentacles snaking beneath your clothes have found another hole to enter, and one thick, besuckered appendage does just that. With a garbled moan around the tentacle currently fucking your throat, it’s all you can do to tremble as you’re fucked. Spitroasted between two tentacles pumping in and out of you, a warmth unlike anything you’ve ever felt before begins to build in you.

Feel my pleasure.

And fuck, do you feel it. The mermaid’s tentacles wrap more tightly around you, holding you tightly in place as it fucks in and out of you. Desperate whimpers escape your lips, past the appendage in your mouth, and are immediately swallowed by the sea.

The pleasure continues to build. You find yourself blinded by it, this white-hot desperation. The tentacles fuck you faster, harder. The resolve that the mermaid seemed to have at the beginning, to slowly fuck you until your mind was blank and empty, seems to have failed. It doesn’t matter, of course. Your mind has been empty since the mermaid’s very first command.

With one, two, three forceful thrusts, the mermaid’s tentacles shudder inside of you. At the same time, the pleasure that has been building hits a blinding crescendo. When you orgasm, your eyes roll back in your head from the force of it, and the tentacles holding you in place pull you down so that the tentacle inside of you is as deep as physically possible.

Abruptly, you find the tentacle in your mouth replaced with an appendage that vaguely resembles a human penis, but the texture and size are completely different. It’s bigger, girthier, and is the same texture as the tentacles. Small ridges line the sides of the appendage instead of suckers.

The mermaid shudders again, and the tentacle still shoved deep inside of you thrusts lazily. The appendage in your mouth shoots something down your throat. You have to assume it’s cum, but it tastes nothing like any cum you’ve ever put in your mouth before. It’s almost sweet, with a bewildering tang that reminds you bizarrely of orange juice,

You swallow it. You have to swallow it. You need to swallow it. Your world has narrowed to a point, and this cum is the only real thing that matters.

Good.

You want more, you realise as you slowly begin to come down. It’s getting harder to breathe, as the effects of the tentacle’s secretion slowly begins to wear off. But your body still feels electrified. The creature slides its sexual organ from your mouth and slides one tentacle along your cheek, up into your hair, smoothing it down where the water has pushed it into your face.

You open your mouth, tongue out desperately. You can still taste the echo of orange juice, but disappointingly, the seawater is salty and replaces the taste of it almost immediately.

If anything, the mermaid seems amused by this display of desperation. It slides the tentacle down, playing with the tip of your tongue.

Don’t worry. You will have plenty.