#bountyhunter!dex

she wished to be a normal girl so she has legs n reproductive organs !!

he thinks he ‘caught’ her, he’d like to think so anyway for his own perversion — but in a way, she caught him, willingly going with him when he found her in the middle of the forest, wobbling on her new legs trying to get used to being on land. she’d just completed her wish with the sea witch, alone and in a way lost but she didn’t mind. she was just so excited to see the world, she hadn’t a thought in the world about where she was supposed to stay.

dex came across her on horseback, wandering the forest by the creek barefoot, infact — bare from the waist down with a sturdy clamshell bra pushing her tits up. she was hauntingly beautiful, stopping him completely in his tracks. he pulls the horse to a halt.

“what are you doing out here?” dex blinks, not one for small talk or greetings even.

“being a girl! i just got my legs!” mermie bends down to pat them, as if there was a chance the mysterious man with arrows on his back would have no idea what ‘legs’ are. he considers just riding off, having enough on his plate while searching for his bounty’s, but she was beautiful and seemingly vulnerable… and maybe he was a tad alone.

he grunts in effort as he swings off his horse, stepping closer over logs and fallen branches.

“c’mere. you’re not safe out here without clothes on. i don’t know where you come from but around here there are dangerous people who will snatch you up. come on.” dangerous people like him, usually. dex clears his throat awkwardly when you come up to him, trying to not openly stare at her body.

“why?” she tilts her head curiously and he pulls a shawl off his luggage attached to the saddle, awkwardly treading closer to tie it around her waist. she lets him cover her decency, lips pursed at the discomfort of the situation. she awaits an answer.

“why? ‘you live under a rock, or something?” he grumbles, adjusting the shawl until he was satisfied.

“no silly, i lived under the sea. i don’t live anywhere now because i made a wish to have legs and live up here.”

once she’s on the back of his horse, he attempts to ride in silence, his new companion constantly breaking it to ask questions regarding their surroundings.

“so what’s your land-horses name?” she chirps.

“land-hor— it’s just a horse, okay? sea horses are something different, kid.”

“i’m not a kid. i’m old enough to be wed, if you’re interested.” she offers earnestly, leaning over to look round at the side of his face as much as she could. he certainly was handsome. the sight of him left her with an unrecognisable tingling between her new legs.

“yeah i’ll think about it.” he scoffs sarcastically, which he’s aware she likely didn’t pick up on. after a beat, she speaks up again.

“so his name? jeez, mister. you are not good at answering questions.”

dex has a small cottage, far from everything and hidden behind coves and mountains. by the time they arrive, the sun is setting — and the bounty hunter is quick to start loading logs into his fireplace, knowing there’s a chill at night time. he’s in a sour mood, after the relentless questions, and coming home without turning in a single bounty. it didn’t help that he was already a little sexually frustrated from being on his lonesome for so long, and the curious mermaid had been pressed up against his back, curious hands feeling around where they shouldn’t be.

“what are you doing? can i help?” the mermaid breezes around behind him, watching him shovel logs into the fireplace.

“no, and i’m starting a fire.”

“whats a fire?”

“you’ll see.”

once the fire is in full effect, illuminating his cottage with a warm glow — mermaid sits on his couch, legs curled into herself as she stares at it in awe, relishing in the new sensations she was experiencing. she knew what warmth was of course, but only from the beaming sun on her face when she’d peek her head out of the water to watch the pirates back when she lived in the ocean. she never knew comfort like this however, feeling it heat her skin like a warm embrace. she felt warm everywhere, even slightly damp in some places.

dex had been busying himself with cleaning his weapons, daggers, arrows and his bow all laid out on the wooden work table in his room. the older, grumpy man turns his head slowly when he senses her in the doorway, eyes jumping over the fact she had ditched the shawl he had tied around her legs.

“do you need something?” he grumbles, about to turn his head back to his weapons when she approaches right by his side.

“what is this?” she asks, voice soft and quiet.

“what is… what?” his questions drifts off when he observes her bring her hand between her legs. his jaw tenses, not knowing what to say for a moment. he didn’t quite consider that mermaids reproduced differently. she never got to experience any kind of pleasure down there. his dick twitches in his pants. “i wished for legs, and i know what those are… i just… this is…” she reaches gently for his hand and he lets her, bringing his fingers to her soft cunt. “its sensitive, b—but it doesn’t hurt. it almost feels…”

dex can’t help but swipe a thumb over her clit, applying the lightest of pressure. “good?” he completes quietly, dark eyes flickering up to hers from where she sits. he felt dirty and immoral, but wasn’t he always? he was a bounty hunter for crying out loud, he’d given up on being a ‘redeemable’ character a long time ago. atleast he wasn’t behaving forcefully like many others might have upon stumbling upon her. he feels his cock swell when she lets out small melodic whimpers. it was hypnotising.

“i can show you?” he husks, licking over his lips. mermaid nods, allowing him to stand and walk her over to his bed.

“does it… do anything?” she questions earnestly. for the first time in a while, dex chuckles, guiding her to lay back against his pillows.

“it does tonnes. but i’m gonna show you how to make it feel good.”