i am in love with the jellyfish merman please tell me there will be more
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You take a minute to mentally prepare yourself for the task at hand before you approach the tank of the jellyfish mer and tap on the glass. He appears like a spectre out of the deep blue water.
"You totally did that on purpose, didn't you?" You murmur. "Getting me to feed you."
His pretty eyes stare into your soul as he bobs in the water, frilly tentacles drifting in the current. He taps against the glass, mimicking you. All the mer tanks at the aquarium are closed at the top except for the exhibition tanks, so you head to the hatch at the top of the tank. Your wetsuit is already on, so all you need to do is take a moment to slip your hands into some medical-grade gloves for extra coverage before opening the hatch. Down you go, fleshlight in hand and no idea what to expect.
The minute you descend from the ladder into the warm water, tentacles envelop you. They don't sting you, thank goodness. But that doesn't mean he won't choose to do so later. You're thankful that his tank has an underwater platform to stand on so you don't have to tread water to keep your face above the surface. You twist around to face him and his curious tentacles brush against the wetsuit, plucking at the material.
"No stinging, please," you say.
He nuzzles against your neck, pulling you closer, trying to figure out exactly how to mate with you. You first feel the tips of his cock against your hip, and the contact excites him. He crushes you against his body, his slippery tongue licking at your skin like he's trying to find out what you taste like. He's far more gentle than you were expecting. His cocks come out of his slit and you can feel the heat of them even through the wetsuit. It's a good thing you don't have a supervisor around for this because you'd die of embarrassment.
"Here," you say. "See what I've got you."
You reach under the surface and after a bit of adjusting, you get his cocks into the fleshlight. He flushes into a pleased shade of lavender and pink, his tentacles wrapping around your wrist. You press one of the buttons–forgetting that there are different modes. You accidentally press the button for the most intense one, and the jellyfish mer lets out a single peep and goes belly up. For one absurd moment, you think he's dead. You immediately turn it off.
"Sorry, sorry. Was that too much?"
His tentacles puff around him as he rights himself, blinking his eyes open and letting off a soft chrr that makes the water ripple. He grabs your wrist, guiding it to his mouth.
"Don't bite me," you plead.
He doesn't. His teeth catch deftly on the glove and he yanks it off, letting it float to the bottom of his tank where it'll be a pain to retrieve. You offer the fleshlight again but he pushes it away. Why would he want a silly toy when he has you?
