#mer!levi

He was fixated on the idea of breeding you, of overwriting your human softness with his aquatic strength. He watched the way your breasts bounced, the way your thighs flushed under the influence of his venom. He wanted to see you come; he needed your walls to convulse around him, to churn the venom and his own pre-cum into every pore of your interior.

"Cum for me, mate," he commanded, his thrusts becoming short, sharp, and deep. "I want to feel you break before I fill you. Give me your heat."

He used his thumb to pin your clit against his own moving body, the friction becoming a blur of white-hot intensity. The cooling sensation of the venom was being overtaken by a rising pressure. Every time his ridged shafts went deep, they sent a shockwave through your nervous system that made you shiver.

"That's it...take it all," he hissed, his own breathing becoming a series of sharp, animalistic clicks. "Show me how much you want to be bred. Show me how much room you have for my silver."

Your climax was building like a tidal wave, the pressure of his double girth making you feel like you were being split open in the best way possible. Your pussy began to twitch and clamp down on him, desperate to milk the very life from his body.

Levi’s thumb was a blur, pushing you over the edge until you finally shattered. You threw your head back, the sound of your scream echoing off the glass ceiling of the moonpool chamber as your orgasm hit you with the force of a tidal wave. It was an all-consuming fire that left you gasping, your vision sparking as your pussy walls clamped down on his twin lengths in a desperate milking.

Levi watched you with a look of pure adoration. To him, you were divine, a soft, human coming undone beneath his weight. He lunged forward, his mouth crashing against yours to swallow your gasps, his tongue tasting the salt and the sweetness of your shared heat.

Deep inside you, the transformation began. The knots at the base of his hemipenes started to swell, the muscle expanding rapidly until they were thick, hard spheres of pressure that locked firmly behind your pelvic bone. You let out a muffled whimper against his lips as you felt the internal stretch intensify, the knots sealing the entrance to your womb so tightly that not even a drop of water could get in.

His behaviour shifted instantly from hunter to possessor. His tail coiled around your thighs with crushing strength, pinning you flat against the ramp. He bit into the soft meat of your shoulder and growled deeply.

"Locked," he hissed against your skin, his voice thick with the rut. "You’re mine. My vessel. Take it all."

The lock was complete. He gave a few final rough bucks, his ridges scrubbing your sensitised walls one last time before he went rigid. A guttural moan tore from his throat as he finally let go.

The sensation was unlike anything you’d ever felt. It wasn't just a release; it was a flood. Huge, pulsing ribbons of that thick, glowing silver seed began to jet into you from both cocks simultaneously. Because of the lock, the pressure had nowhere to go; it filled every fold of your pussy, expanding you from the inside out until you felt heavy, stretched, and utterly saturated.

The silver fluid felt warm and thick, pulsing in time with his heart. Through the haze of the venom, you could actually see a faint, pearly glow radiating from your own lower abdomen where he was filling you, the light of his seed shining through your skin like liquid moonlight.

He stayed buried in you, his heart hammering against yours, his tail keeping you bound to him as the endless torrent of silver continued to pump into your core. He was breeding you, overwriting every inch of your humanity with his essence, making sure that when he finally let go, you would be carrying the weight of him for days.

Levi didn’t even wait for the knots to fully subside. He was too far gone, driven by a primal need to see his mate submerged in his world. With a sudden, powerful coil of his tail, he hauled you off the ramp and plunged both of you into the centre of the moonpool.

The transition was exhilarating. The warm, filtered water rushed over your skin, but you didn't feel the cold, not with the fire of his venom still singing in your veins. Levi pinned your back against the smooth side-wall of the pool, his webbed hands locking beside your head.

In the water, his midnight-blue tail became a masterpiece of lethal grace. He used its massive strength to brace himself; his thrusts became twice as deep and ten times more powerful. He was a blur of silver light and dark scales.

"Levi!" you gasped. He caught your lips in a wet, desperate kiss, sharing the air in your lungs as he hammered into you.

The double pressure of his hemipenes was staggering. With every rough lunge, he forced the silver seed he’d already pumped into you deeper, churning it against your walls. Because the water was pressing against you from the outside, the sensation of being overfilled became even more intense. You were caught between the weight of the ocean and the weight of your mate.

"Mine," he vibrated against your mouth. "In the deep, in the dark...you belong to the sea. You belong to me."

He was relentless. The water around your hips began to glow with a faint, ethereal light as the excess of his silver seed began to leak out. But he didn't care about the waste; he only cared about the replacement.

His second climax hit him even harder than the first. The knots flared up again, anchoring you against the wall of the pool as he let out a silent, underwater growl. You felt the new, hot torrent of his silver essence jetting into you, layering over the first, filling you until your stomach felt tight and heavy under the water.

He wrapped his tail around you, pulling your legs wide to ensure you stayed filled with him. He was a god of the deep, and he had turned you into his living grotto.

The moment the water closed over your head, Levi’s protective instincts flared through the fog of his rut. He realised with a jolt of possessive panic that you were a creature of air, and he had nearly let his hunger drown you.

With a powerful, singular snap of his tail, he propelled both of you upward. You broke the surface, gasping for air, your lungs burning as you clung to his wet, muscular shoulders. He didn't let go; he slammed you against the wall of the moonpool, his hands cupping your face.

"Breathe," he commanded. "Breathe for me, mate."

He didn't pull out. Even as he hovered in the water, supporting your entire weight, his twin hemipenes remained buried to the base, the knots still swollen and hard, locking you firmly to his hips. He crashed his lips against yours, the addictive venom that was still making your blood sing. It was a kiss of worship; he was claiming your breath just as he was claiming your body.

His hand dove beneath the surface, his webbed fingers finding your clit with precision. He began to work you, his thumb circling and pressing in a way that sent sparks dancing across your vision.

"Levi...please," you sobbed into his mouth, your legs wrapping around his thick, powerful tail to stay afloat.

"I’ve got you," he purred. "Feel me. Feel how I've filled you. I want to feel you break around my knots."

He knew exactly what he was doing. The combination of the water’s buoyancy, the massive double-stretch of his locked shafts, and the relentless friction of his thumb was too much. You felt the pressure building, a surging of sensation that made your internal walls flutter and scream.

When you finally snapped, it was a total system failure. You shrieked his name, your head falling back against the wall as your pussy began to convulse. Because he was still knotted, your muscles had nowhere to go; they clamped down on the hard, swollen spheres of his base, grinding against the ridges of his shafts in a desperate, milking frenzy.

Levi let out a low growl of delight. The sensation of you cuming around his knots was heaven to him; it was the proof of his ownership. He felt your heat, your pulse, and the thick, silver seed he’d already pumped into you being churned by your own climax.

"Yes," he mumbled against your throat, his grip on you tightening as he felt his own body begin to recharge, the rut demanding he refill the space you were so greedily clearing out. "Again. I’m going to make you cum until you can’t even remember your own name. Only mine."

He began to thrust again, short, heavy bucks that used the water's resistance to drive his knots even deeper. He was a beast of the deep, and he wasn't even close to finished with you.

Levi leaned into your neck, his breathing a series of dark, ragged clicks. He wasn't just kissing you anymore; he was claiming every inch of you. His teeth grazed your jugular before he bit down, not enough to break the skin deeply, but enough to leave a mark that would last for days. He moved to the other side, then your shoulder, painting you in the bruises of a Merman’s rut. He wanted any other male who caught a whiff of you to know exactly who had been breeding you, whose silver was currently weighing you down.

"Mine," he growled into your skin, his voice. "Everyone will see. They'll know how much of me you’re carrying."

He felt your body start to climb again, the venom and the marking driving you into a frenzy. As you peaked, your walls frantically milking his shafts, he gave a final, massive buck. The load hit you, thick, searingly hot. It jetted into your core, layering on top of the rest until you felt like you were going to burst from the inside out.

As the knots finally began to soften and subside, you looked at him. "Levi..." you panted, your fingers digging into his wet shoulders. "Let me...let me ride you. I want to feel all of it from the top."

He let out a low, approving purr. He used his powerful tail to propel both of you back onto the ramp, the water cascading off his scales as he hauled himself up. He lay back against the textured stone, his massive tail hanging off into the moonpool, his twin hemipenes twitching and weeping silver as they waited for you.

You crawled over him, your legs shaky and slick with his essence. As you slowly lowered yourself down, the double-girth stretched you wide once more. You let out a long, shaky moan as you took him in, inch by agonising inch, until your pelvises touched.

Levi’s hands immediately went to your hips, guiding you. He was mesmerised. In the moonlight, he watched the way your soft, human breasts bounced with every slow, wet rise and fall. Mermaids were sleek and firm, but you, you were soft, jiggling, and incredibly reactive. Every time you came down on him, the weight of his own silver seed inside you made your pussy ripple and stretch, creating a squelching sound that filled the silent chamber.

"Look at you," he hissed, his hand reaching up to squeeze one of your bouncing breasts, his thumb rough against your nipple. "A little human goddess, riding a monster. You look so beautiful when you’re being stretched out by me."

He watched the way your face transformed with pleasure. He was addicted to the sight of you, his soft, adorable mate, working so hard to swallow every bit of his monstrous length.

The venom was a pulsing, electric current in your veins, stripping away your exhaustion and replacing it with hunger. You didn't want to go slow anymore. You wanted the friction, the weight, and the fullness of him.

Your movements on top of him became desperate and fast. You were slamming your hips down, your soft thighs slapping against his firm, midnight scales. But you were smaller than him, and the sheer volume of his double girth, combined with the weight of the silver seed already packed inside you, started to make your muscles falter.

Your breath came in ragged, sobbing gasps as you tried to maintain the pace he deserved. Your legs shook, and you nearly slipped on the slick surface of the ramp.

"I'm sorry," you whimpered, your face flushed. "Levi, I'm trying...I just...you're so big..."

Levi’s expression shifted instantly. The glint in his eyes softened into something tender. To him, you weren't failing; you were the most adorable, precious thing he had ever seen. The sight of his soft human mate working so hard to please her monster mate made his heart swell even more than his knots.

"Tch. Silly mate," he purred. It was a comforting vibration.

He sat up, his muscular arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. He didn't let you pull away; he kept you impaled on his twin cocks. He tucked his head into the crook of your neck, his breath warm and sweet, murmuring soothing mer-clicks against your skin to calm your racing heart.

"You have nothing to apologise for," he rasped, his voice full of affection. "You've taken more than any human should. You’re doing perfect for me."

He stayed like that for a moment, just holding you, letting the romantic weight of the bond settle over the feral chaos of the rut. Then, he placed his large, webbed hands over your hips.

"Let me help you," he whispered.

He began to lift and lower you, taking the strain off your tired muscles. It was slow, beautiful, and romantic. He moved you with effortless strength, making sure every ridge of his hemipenes massaged your interior just right. He watched your face, his eyes full of a soft glow, mesmerised by the way your breasts bounced against his chest and the way your lips parted in a silent plea for more.

The venom hummed between you, turning the physical act into a spiritual merging. Because he was holding you so tightly, not a single drop of his silver seed could escape; it stayed trapped, warming your core and making you feel heavy and cherished.

"I've got you," he hummed, his thumbs tracing circles on your hips. "Just feel me. Just stay right here with me."

He was building again, but this time it wasn't just a biological need; it was an outpouring of love. He wanted to fill you one more time, not just to breed you, but to make sure you knew you were the only creature in the land or sea that could ever hold him like this.

The air in the chamber seemed to still, the only sound was the wet friction of Levi’s help as he moved you atop him. The venom had reached its peak saturation, turning your consciousness into a soft, glowing haze where only Levi existed. With his arms wrapped around you and his heart thumping against your chest, it felt like your souls were being woven together by the tides.

Levi’s voice began to change. A low hum started deep in his throat, a siren’s song, used only for a chosen mate. The frequency of it vibrated through your joined bodies, harmonising with the pulsing heat of his silver seed inside you.

"Look at me," he whispered.

As you met his gaze, your final climax began to bloom. It wasn't a violent snap this time, but a slow, expanding supernova of pure, romantic bliss. Your walls didn't just clench; they wept, embracing his twin lengths with a tenderness that made Levi’s breath hitch.

"That's it...give it all to me," he gasped, his own control finally shattering under the weight of his love for you.

For the final time that night, his knots flared to life, reaching their maximum girth. They locked you against him with a definitive, heavy thud, sealing the bond. Levi let out a cry as he released everything he had left.

The flood was immense. Hot, thick ribbons of pearly-silver seed surged into you in a relentless torrent, filling the last remaining pockets of space until you felt tight, heavy, and utterly full. You were his reservoir, his sanctuary, and his future.

The silver light of his essence seemed to glow through your skin, illuminating the two of you in the dim grotto like a pair of celestial beings.

Slowly, the energy of the rut began to fade, replaced by a deep, bone-weary contentment. Levi didn't pull out; he wouldn't for a long time. He simply gathered you closer, his powerful tail curling around you both in a protective cocoon as he leaned back against the smooth stone of the ramp.

"I've got you," he murmured, his lips pressed to your forehead. "My soft, beautiful mate. You're carrying so much of me now."

As the moon began to dip below the horizon, the Captain of the Deep finally closed his eyes, falling into a dreamless sleep while still bolted deep inside his favourite human, the two of you drifting in the quiet, silver glow of the moonpool.

Levi feels somewhat lightheaded, his ears buzzing with the loud rush of blood. The chain above rattles, high and metallic, as he spins gently in the harness.

He doesn’t know if he’s ever been upside down before. Certainly not out of water, where gravity is free to pull him down. He feels so heavy, even with the suspension supporting his weight.

Bioluminescence is already buzzing along his fins, the bright blue bouncing off of the nearby walls. Shining, reflecting off of the paint in the small room. It’s supposed to be enticing, his mating display, lighting up all the soft, powdery blue webbing along his form. It’s supposed to make him beautiful, desirable, but most of the time he just feels too bright. Silly.

How you look at him, though, makes any lingering worries seem foolish. The display makes your eyes brighten, face filling with awe no matter how many times he shows off. Now, your gaze trails along his lights, lingering at the ones along his earfins.

“Are you still feeling okay?” you ask. It’s a bit disorienting to see you from this angle. He’s used to looking up at you, his tail stuck in the sand, but not like this. There’s never been this much distance before, not to mention the fact that he’s upside down.

“Mhmm,” Levi replies, vision swimming a bit as he nods his head. His earfins flick, the soft membrane brushing the skin of your leg as you steady him.

“It’s not too tight?” you question, fingers testing the leather. Levi can feel you tug at the straps above him. Fingers wrapping around ones high above head, twined tight against his scales. They bend the appendage, holding his tail together high over his head and across his back, causing the leafy ends of his fin to barely brush the carpet below.

Levi doesn’t think he’s ever seen so much leather in his life.

“No,” Levi assures. Despite being aloft, the position isn’t uncomfortable. The bend isn’t too far off from when he has to sit on a shore or rock. None of the straps pull too hard, the balance seems perfectly even. The leathery material feels a bit odd against his scales, almost too smooth against his gritty bottom half.

The light tug causes him to swing a bit, swaying back and forth, his hair almost brushing the floor. You circle around him, pulling the straps away from his skin and watching his flesh jiggle as they snap back into place.

“Straps like these can’t be used on humans, you know. They’d cause all sorts of bruising.” At your words, you pull at the leather trapping his arms together behind his back. It smacks back into place against his bicep, making him jump at the light sting.

“But not you. You're so heavy I doubt regular old rope would even hold you up, anyways.” You thrum the long strap stretching far from the bend of his tail all the way to the join the ones across his back and wrapping around his neck.

“You look so beautiful like this, love…,” you start, circling behind him. He can feel the skin of your foot brush against the powdery blue ends of his tail as you pass. Soft. Every part of you is always so soft.

The casual moniker makes his heart surge in his chest, emotion welling up in his throat. Love. You love him. He is loved.

You say it so easily that it almost makes him jealous.

Pausing in your circling, you stop right in front of him. Taking a moment to admire the stretches of black across glittering dark blue scales, the juxtaposition of dark leather against pale white skin.

”…black leather against your skin and scales, dangling at my mercy.” Your tone sounds almost fond, your eyes so hot that they almost burn his flesh.

He feels a bit silly, to be honest. Levi thinks he must look like a freshly caught fish, put out on display at some farmers market. He only agreed to this because you had seemed so excited by the concept.

He’d been surprised at first, when you’d asked to fuck him.

Levi may be inexperienced in manners of the flesh, but the concept wasn’t too foreign to him. Mers come in all shapes and sizes. Plenty of Mers have both a pussy and a cock, using them interchangeably with their partner, or in some cases partners. Levi doesn’t know much about the physicality of humans, but he more or less figured the same was true.

The wide, fleshy cock strapped to your waist bobs with every step. It’s long, certainly more lengthy than his own cock. Not nearly as wide, though, and he’s sort of thankful for that fact. The human coloring still strikes him as odd, compared to his own cock. It makes sense, he supposed, that such a thing would come in human colors.

It’s strap on, you’d explained. A flesh-like, silicone dildo, purposely crafted to resemble a penis. Your cock, for all intents and purposes.

You smooth your hand along his flank, his scales catching against your skin. “I’ll know if you're not alright anymore, right?”

“Mhmm.” He murmurs in agreement. You’d discussed this before, when you’d explained the concept of sex toys to him. Diligently answering his countless, probably foolish questions.

In most cases, in play such as this, the partners usually use some sort of safe word. Some tell to indicate that one party is not okay and that everything either needs to slow down or stop immediately. Easy enough. Levi knows for a fact that his mating display will turn off the moment he’s unsettled, luminous blue cutting to darkness in a split second.

A simple solution, one paving way for your next request.

Levi tongues the little holes punctured into the round plastic ball, teeth clacking curiously at the hard plastic. The gag in his mouth is odd, a completely foreign concept to him before today. It certainly makes it difficult to speak, though some words seem to come out clear as day. No, for example.

Levi sincerely doubts it’ll do anything to muffle his groans. He sucks, already feeling himself begin to drool a bit. In spite of the gag, Levi is determined to not slobber everywhere like some sort of muzzled mutt.

In his excitement, the scales below his abdomen have already slid to the side to expose his sex. A finger slides along the entrance, brushing teasingly along the sensitive, light filled labia encircling and protecting the little hole that encases his cock.

The touch is so light, so soft that it nearly tickles. It makes him gasp, jolting at the fond pressure. Levi doesn’t know if he wants to move into it or away from it.

“You’re gushing already,” you croon, voice full of awe. He can feel slick drip along his belly, aided by gravity's cruel grip.

He is. Levi wants to blame the leather encircling his throat, the tension of it digging into his skin and pressing on his Adam’s apple. It’s tight, not quite suffocating him, but a constant pressure that’s almost comforting. Exciting. Exhilarating in a way that makes him wish the press was harder. That it actually constricted him, cutting the breath filling his lungs and making him see spots of black.

Or the plastic tucked between his lips, leaving him nearly voiceless, powerless to your will. The leather holding his aloft and preventing any movement. He hadn’t known what it was like, before this very moment, to feel so open and vulnerable. Exposed, like an open wound, yet thrilling, like being caught as your prey. Trapped, helpless, to your bidding.

Maybe he could even blame the blood rushing to his head, the light roaring making him flap his earfins to fight off the sound. A high, static buzzing building along the back of his head and causing a shiver of goosebumps along his spine. It makes him feel flushed, his face hot even without your teasing.

But, really, he knows it’s you.

Bare breasted, you stand before him in only a tiny, nearly see through set of panties. Intricate lace that he knows you wore just for him, maybe even purchased for just this occasion. The harness rests on top of the thin fabric, dark leather straps holding it in place. In the middle, your cock hangs heavy, wrinkled in a mocking simulation of veins.

The black straps dig into the plush of your thighs. For a moment, Levi wishes that his hands were free, just so he can snap them against your skin like you did his own. He would enjoy watching your flesh jiggle, relish in it, just as you did.

”Here’s an idea,” you start, sliding a single digit along the slick petals of his sex. “How about you don’t let that cute little cock of yours come out until I say so?”

“Mhmm,” Levi agrees, nodding his head to help portray his meaning. He can do that, he thinks. Maybe.

At this point, as dizzy and horny as he is, Levi is pretty sure he’d be down for anything you wanted.

One finger teases along the ring of his entrance, swirling circles along his sex before pressing in. He groans at the stretch. It’s a small, somewhat thin addition, but it’s you, which just makes the pleasure so much more.

The digit swirls along his walls, curiously pressing into his silken flesh. A thrust and he whines, trilling a high inhuman noise somewhere deep in his chest. Good, but not nearly enough. He needs more, wider, thicker.

Gauging his reaction, feeling his need for more, a second finger joins in the stretch. Knuckle deep, finger tips brush the head of his cock. “Oh, you're already so close. Are you sure you can hold it in for me?”

“Yesssth.” This might be a bit more difficult than he thought. Levi can already feel his cock sliding forward, spreading his velveteen walls in its wake. Still, he’s determined to follow your will. Anything for you.

Leaning down, you lick a wet slip along his sensitive labia. Twirling your tongue around his entrance as you fill and fill and fill him with your fingers.

“You taste so good, babe,” you groan out, mumbling the words right against his buzzing petals. “Sweet and rich, but with just a hint of tangy salt.”

Tugging one side of his sensitive blue flesh between your lips, you suck. It makes him whine, straining and mewling. He gasps a hard inhale, feeling saliva begin to bubble up along his lips.

The tongue slides, hot warmth trailing across his scales to that other exposed entrance. Only inches below, it swirls, scorching and wet, against the tight pucker of his anus.

“Mha?” Levi tries to ask. What? What are you…? You hadn’t discussed this. But oh oh, it feels so good. Odd, certainly strange, but so good.

“You like that, huh? Me eating your ass?” You ask, twin digits still spearing into his sex.

The tip of your tongue teases that tight pucker, pressing into the muscle. Oh oh. That’s dirty. Filthy in a way that makes him want to beg for more.

It dips in, pink muscle lapping along his walls. It’s shallow, not nearly as deep as the questing digits in his sex. But, oh, it’s so much more. A deeper, richer pleasure that he can’t even begin to describe.

In and out, in and out, again and again in a rapid pace that matches the twin digits jabbing into his sex. The dual sensation nearly makes him lose his mind. A swirl, your tongue running a circle into his gummy walls. You're groaning into him, vibrating his sensitive flesh with your enjoyment.

“Nnnhaaaa!” A series of rapid, upward laps almost makes him scream. His chest heaves, straining against the leather with every heavy gasp. His vision almost swims at the sheer pleasure. Yes yes yes.

He almost cries out in protest when your tongue leaves him. “Look at your little hole twitch for me. Such a needy boy.”

“Ffffgh.” Fuck you. The tease makes him wiggle, as much as he can, leather creaking as he stretches in its tight grip.

Leaning back, you swirl the saliva in your mouth, before spitting a sticky glob directly onto his twitching hole. “Beautiful,” you note, watching his entrance twitch.

It’s warm. Scorching. Making him even dizzier, his vision swimming as he feels the hot saliva drip along his scales and down to his sex. It makes him throb, the head of his cock lurching forward to press right up against your fingers.

Oh oh. You lick it right back up, sliding your tongue along his holes. First licking along his labia, gathering his growing slick on your tongue, along with your own spit. Then returning to his anus, lapping hard, firm strokes along his entrance. Never entering, only teasing the ring of muscle.

Shit. Shit. He wants more. He wants you inside of him. Tongue, fingers, or cock, anything, he just needs more.

Fingers sliding out from his sex, the complete loss only makes the ache worse.

They slide, slick and shiny from his sex, to tease his anus. One digit swirls and swirls in small circles along his entrance, making his mind buzz, goosebumps welling up along his spine.

Ah ah. He’s so tight, the slide of one finger already feels like too much. The pressure against his gummy walls feels so much different than that of his sex. Similar, but somehow deeper, almost robust.

He’s done this before on his own, thinking of you while avoiding sleep. Your fingers are thinner than his own, not that his are that thick in the first place. Still, the stretch feels so much more, so much more powerful than any of his attempts.

The finger wiggles, the pad sliding easily along his walls as you start a slow, patient pace. It makes him gasp, pulling tight as he attempts to thrust into the touch.

A second joins the fray, the stretch nearly making him hiss. It stings, just a little bit, right around the ring of his entrance. A pinch, almost like his skin has been pulled too taught. They scissor, gaping him open, wide and wet beneath your gaze.

It’s good. The pleasure is so deep and so sharp it’s almost sweet. Yes yes yes.

He’d been so intent to not drool. Fighting, sucking hard on the plastic between his lips, in an attempt to not make a mess. Now, he loses the battle, saliva bubbling up through the ball gag to slick his chin. It drips, darkening the fabric below him. Staining the carpet with a large, wet splotch that only grows with each stroke. Widening and widening as Levi quickly loses control of his groans.

“Fffuck.” Levi feels like he’s gaping. Aching to be filled by your cock.

“You ready, baby?” Hands wrap around his hips, holding him in place as you slide the rubbery head of your cock along his folds.

“Yesssss.” The word runs long as he struggles to groan around the plastic filling his mouth.

He’s strung up at the perfect height for you to fuck him while standing. You planned this. He knew that, because of course you did. The two of you discussed the mechanics, after all. Still, the attention to detail nearly strikes him dumb.

You’d been eager enough to painstakingly measure every stretch of leather, every metal hoop or connecting buckle. Planning out how to safely secure his inhuman form, how to angle him just right so you can easily slide your cock right into his ass.

The sheer effort makes his heart throb, an odd fondness filling his chest. This still feels sort of uneven, the pleasure tilted almost entirely on his end, but you wanted this.

More than just asking. More than just curious exploration. You wanted this.

It never ceases to fill him with awe, everytime you show your desire so openly and honestly, even in such small, inconsequential ways. It’s shocking, how much you genuinely care for someone like him, so strange and unusual, even to his own kind.

You might taunt him, teasing him till he’s red in the face, but it all just means that you care.

Guided by your hand, the tip of your cock slides, gathering the slick along his labia and gushing from his sex. Nudging the sensitive skin and poking enticingly against the hole of his sex. The odd flesh-like material is almost cool, nearly chilly compared to the raging heat within him.

The head slides into that entrance, the slow thrust easy because of how wet he is. He's practically sloshing already. With just the tip, you fuck the entrance of his sleeve.

Oh. Oh. The head of your cock brushes his own. It’s good, so pleasant that Levi has to close his eyes, pinching them tight with a sharp gasp. Soft, flushed and incredibly sensitive skin against firm silicone, the head of his cock practically kisses your own with every shallow thrust. Compared to that, the stretch of his walls pales in comparison.

Shit. He could cum like this, his cock still trapped in its sleeve. Gushing white in cream pie of his own making.

In a desperate attempt to ground himself, Levi digs his nails into the skin along his arms. Trapped crossed behind him like this, it’s the only sort of stability he can get. What a silly concept, a fish like him, suspended up in the air, desperate for some sort of ground.

“Mmmngh,” Levi whines, immediately mourning the loss when you cease the shallow thrusts into his gushing hole. Your cock leaves him with a wet soft pop, making him feel hollow and empty. He misses the press of your head against his own, such soft and sweet pleasure.

The head of it teases his other entrance. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be nice and gentle.”

Levi balks a bit. It may be his first time, but the assurance is unnecessary. He’s strong, far sturdier than any human man. It’s just a cock. Surely it can’t be too difficult for him to take. It’ll be fine. Easy.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

It burns.

“Hssssh,” Levi hisses, wind whistling through plastic holes. His tail kicks, as much as it can, electric blue light stuttering. Flickering on and off like a lightbulb near expiration.

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay.” The hand at the small of his back becomes a steady, calming pressure, your fingers winding small circles into his skin. “Do you want to stop?”

“Nno,” Levi groans, voice rough and raspy. No. He can do this. Your fingers had felt so good before. Levi just needs time to adjust to the thickness of your cock. “Ssslow,” Levi manages.

“Okay,” the head nudges a little further into his entrance. “Just tell me if it hurts too much, okay?”

“Mhmm,” Levi agrees, pinching his eyes tight at the burning pain.

There's a pop, as the head finally slides past the tight ring of muscle. He sighs, shoulders almost shaking in relief at the sensation. It stings, the first real stretch of your cock. Just the fat head sliding into the hole of his entrance, stretching him wider than he’s ever been before.

Repeating your motions from before, you fuck him just like that. Sliding the slick tip in and out of his quivering hole.

Over and over and over again. In, just far enough that he can feel the ridge of your head right against his entrance, then out. In, just enough to spread him wide around the thickest part of your cock, then out.

It stings. Fuck. It burns. But it burns so good.

He strains, struggling to keep his cock from sliding out from his sex. Desperately, Levi holds his abdominal muscles tight, as the length surges and threatens to leave its sleeve.

“Relax,” you sooth, sliding your cock just a bit further into his depths. Barely two inches in and he struggles, bearing down on the strap. Just a little bit down, and so much more to go. “You're so tight.”

He can’t. Not if he wants to follow your orders and keep his needy, leaky cock in its sheath.

Still, he tries. With a shuddered breath, he loosens up his bottom half while still trying to keep the muscles of his core solid around his cock. It’s difficult, almost impossible as you nudge further into his hole.

Sometimes it’s so much work to get his cock to come out, but now it seems almost inevitable, despite his best efforts.

The slow, rolling thrusts of your hips make him groan. Sliding further and further and further still along his gummy walls. Filling him, stretching his silken walks inch by gradual inch.

“You’re doing so good, love. Taking my cock so well,” you murmur, eyes bouncing from his face to that stretching hole. A hand slides along the scales of his tail, fingers rubbing soothing circles into the hard lines of muscle.

Finally, finally, you reach his limits. Your hips pressed right up against his scales. It’s so much. The stretch is so excruciating that it almost hurts. An odd mix of pleasure and pain that only makes him want more.

This angle has him so unbelievably tight. Your cock stretching him so much he feels almost thin. Gasping, shaking, like a fish in need of water. The hard ridge of the head far in his depths, kissing his silken walls.

If this were flesh on flesh you’d be mated, immediately connected together for the rest of your lives. The thought makes him hazy, breath catching and heart beating hard in his chest.

“Am I alright to continue?” You ask, running your hands along his scales as if to calm him.

Levi gasps, straining to nod his head. The burning sting around his entrance has already faded, leaving only simmering pleasure.

Sliding out slowly, he can feel just the head remain, the ridge of it stretching his hole. With one smooth hard thrust, you slide back all the way to the base.

Oh. Oh fuck. That’s good. Digging his nails into his elbows, he shudders at the next addition. The pace is slow, hard, but the pleasure is so much more than he ever thought was possible.

“Oh, look at that!” Your hand prods against his stomach. “I can see my cock stretching out your belly.”

Oh. Levi can see it too. His stomach pushing out, bulging as his insides make way for your cock. Oh Fuck. The sight has him clenching, his cock throbbing and surging in its sheath.

“I’m half tempted to free your hands,” you start, hand pressing down on the bulge. The added pressure, pushing his front most wall hard against your thrusting cock, is such a sharp, agonizing pleasure. “So that you could feel me-,” there's a firm press, followed by a hard thrust, “-right here.”

Fuck. He wants that too. To feel you filling him both inside and out.

From this angle he can see your cock thrust into him. A slick mess of foamy white bubbling up along its base. Hands wrapped around his waist, you swing him, pulling his body back and forth to meet each of your hard thrusts. That odd, flesh toned cock spreading him wide. It’s so good, the width of your cock is perfect.

The leather wrapped around his neck creaks as he strains his neck to watch you fuck him. It nearly chokes him, making him gasp and quake. He loves it. He pulls hard against the leather, letting it constrict the air in his throat until his vision swims with spots of black. Yes yes yes.

Dazed, Levi almost wishes that it was your hand around his neck instead.

“Fffftsr.” Faster. Somehow, impossibly, you understand him. Filling him faster and faster, cock spreading his gummy walls, leaving him gasping and groaning. Your thrusts are even and steady, so hard he feels like he’s going to be obliterated.

He’s so loud, so helplessly noisy. His usually deep voice fills the room despite the gag, high and airy in his pleasure. Little, meaningless Mer noises fill his chest. Long vibrating warbles that only echo the whines leaving his mouth.

You're watching him. You have been, this whole time. Hot eyes trailing along his face, drinking in every twist of his features, every loud too-high-pitched whimper.

It should be embarrassing, but he could care less.

It’s so slick. A lascivious wet slide with every one of your thrusts. The loud, filthy tacky sound of flesh of flesh. It’s such a dirty noise. It should be disgusting. He should hate it. But he loves it, the noise makes him gush, leaking more to add to the sound.

He can almost imagine it’s really your cock. That instead of soft, rubbery silicone, it’s real, blood filled skin pumping into him. Your own flesh filling him, your plump head brushing far against his walls.

At the thought, his dick lurches forward. So close to leaving the ring of muscle at his entrance. He can feel it, right there, the fat head stretching the muscle. Gritting his teeth into the plastic, he bares down, pulling his abdomen tight in a last ditch attempt to follow your command.

“Hmmm,” you hum curiously as you deliver a hard thrust, filling him to the brim. “Is that your cock I see peaking out? Are you gonna break the rules?”

“Nnnh,” Levi tries. No, no he isn’t. But it is so close. He’s so hard, he can feel the tip twitching and throbbing as heated skin meets cool air. He shudders, desperate to stop the slide.

“Are you sure? I can see the tip leaking, all flushed such a cute purple,” you mock, voice full of power.

Fuck. Fuck. He can’t. He can’t hold it in anymore. It’s too good. The pleasure of you fucking him is just too much. He stretches as much as he can, arms and tail straining against the leather restraints as he fights the fruitless battle.

“Please,” Levi begs, barely able to get the word out around the gag. It’s too hard to keep his cock in, not with you filling his other hole so well.

“Oh poor baby. You want to let your cock out?” You croon, voice soft yet full of a coy undertone.

Fingers swirl along his entrance, teasing the exposed tip of his flushed head. A thumb swirls along the wet flesh, nudging the gushing little hole along his head.

Fuck. Nails dig hard into either of his own elbows, threatening to break his own skin. He’s never been so sensitive before. Nothing he’s done on his own could ever compare to your touch.

“Pleasth,” Levi slurs. He nods his head furiously, vision swimming a bit from the speed.

“Let it go for me, love,” you acquiesce, spending his labia wide between your fingers so you can watch.

With a relieved sigh, Levi finally let’s go of the tension in his core. He shudders, feeling his own skin slide against the gummy walls of his sex. Dark blue flesh slides out from his entrance, a loud, overly slick sound. With a smack, it slaps wet and heavy against his abs, leaving a trail of white in its wake. His vibrating, luminous labia shines brightly, the sensitive skin wrapping around the darkened base of his cock.

“Such a pretty dick.” You grasp him, eyes hot as you admire the length. Levi doesn’t think he’s ever been so hard, so flushed and swollen with blood. His tip is such a dark, swollen shade of purple.

You stroke the length slowly, despite your unending, rapid thrusts into his velvety depths. Sliding your fingers along the dark, royal blue bulging vein along his underside, they trail up to the sensitive ridge of his tip. “Flushed such a beautiful shade of blue.”

Levi’s eyes water. His face burning at the praise. He’s lost his will to stand strong against your teasing, now hanging completely limp in the harness.

Closing his eyes, he doesn’t think his display has ever throbbed so brightly. The electric blue buzz burning through the darkness of his eyelids.

Levi can almost imagine that it’s your pussy he’s thrusting into instead of your hand. That the slick mess is not just his own, but the combination of both of your desires.

That you're somehow, impossibly, gifting him with both your pussy and your cock at the same time.

Overwhelming his senses entirely as you fuck him twice over.

He needs more. He needs it faster. Harder.

Levi whines, teeth clacking against the plastic of the gag. Tail jerking above in a fruitless attempt to meet your thrusts. Hanging like this, he can barely move his hips. Sliding into your hand and onto your cock with short, abated thrusts.

Ah ah. Fuck. Shit. Suddenly you brush right up against that hard spot along his walls, one that he’s never quite been able to reach with his own fingers. A small, sensitive patch of skin that steals all the breath from his lungs. He clenches hard, walls bearing down on your cock.

“Right there, huh?” You can tell, just from how tight Levi’s gotten that you’ve found his prostate.

Angling your hips, your thrust directly into that sensitive patch of skin. The spongy head of your cock brushing against the hard ball inside of him. “You like that?”

“Mhmm,” Levi hums in agreement, bobbing his head. It makes him see stars, his vision filling with small spots of yellow and white. The hot knot of pleasure in his stomach pulls tight-tight-tight. Like a twisted up mess of rope, threatening to make him spill over.

Clenching his jaw against the surge of pleasure, he can hear an odd clack. Sharp, pointed teeth grind against the plastic ball in his mouth, digging hard into the spit soaked material. With a snap, his teeth break through, chomping down on the gag and breaking it into frayed little pieces. Straps slackening, it falls below, joining the mess of drool painting the floor.

Mouth free after so long, Levi can’t help but pant your name. Blurting out strings of nonsense, his lips moving without his will. “S’ good. S’good. Fuck hah.”

Levi’s never seen fire before, only heard tales of flickering flames passed down through his ancestors. This must be what it feels like, though. This burning, liquid heat searing through his veins and scorching along his limbs. Lava, threatening to burn him into liquid nothingness.

Levi wants it to do so. Desperately.

He wants nothing more than to succumb to that raging heat. For it to destroy him, utterly and completely, leaving nothing but a gooey liquid mess in its wake. In your wake.

“Are you close, love?” you ask, voice sounding surprisingly strained. It must be the effort, he thinks dazed. You’re fucking him so well.

“Yes. Yes. Please!” He’s crying, his voice nearly cracks at the plea. Levi doesn’t know how long tears have been streaming along his face. They trail downwards, instead of beading along his chin. Wet streaks disappearing into his hairline.

“Please what?” You gasp, delivering a volley of hard, rapid thrusts that only brings him closer. His peak is so near that he can nearly taste it. A raging inferno just on the tip of his tongue.

Part of him hates how composed you are, compared to how utterly torn apart he feels. “F…fuck you!”

“Just ask, love.”

“Can…,” Levi gasps for air, chest heaving even as his gills flex to compensate. “Can I cum? Please.”

“That’s a good boy!” Despite himself, he clenches at the praise, silken walls tightening around your cock.

You thrust harder, smiling at his reaction. “Go on, love. I want you to look at me while you cum.”

Hand shifting, you rub his cock at an increasingly rapid pace. Palm wrapping around the upper half, you bombard him with small taunting jerks of your wrist, thumb swirling along the head of his cock. He’s so flushed, the tight grip makes him whine.

But that’s not what sends him over the edge, instead it’s the look you give him, so eager and excited. Face flushed, sweat beading along your brow as your eyes shine with sordid joy.

“Ngh,” your name comes from his lips in a drawn out moan. “Fuck. Just like that. I’m…” He cums. Vision spiraling with black, ears rushing with blood. Levi cums harder, deeper, than ever before.

It’s hard to meet your eyes, as darkness threatens along the edges of his sight. Your gaze only adds to the heat rolling through his blood.

The orgasm burns through his whole body. From the thick powdery blue membrane at the edge of his tail, to the dark fibers of his hair. Impossibly high and sharp, a veritable inferno scorching along his insides.

Beneath the rushing of his ears, Levi thinks he hears you groan, pressing your hips far into his own. The sheer depth makes him shudder, his peak climbing impossibly higher, sharper.

His cock spurts, warm stings of sticky white seed splashing onto his belly. Trailing along his abs and dripping towards his chest. Several streaks fly far, adding to the mess of drool and broken plastic on the carpet below.

He gasps when you pull out of him, suddenly feeling so empty after so long. Strings of his slick stretch out, pulling thin as if in a last ditch attempt to bring your cock back to his hole. The silicone is shiny with it, drenched in foamy white globs of his slick.

“That’s it love,” you sooth. “You made such a pretty face when you came.”

“Shut up,” Levi strains, struggling to speak as echos of his orgasms throb through him. He doubts that his face can get any redder, his chest is certainly already splotchy with pink, but heat floods his cheeks nonetheless.

He wants more. Your skin against his, heated flesh pressed to heated flesh. The soft, plush of your form as tight as possible against his own hard muscles.

“Kiss me. Please.” His voice is so high pitched that he should be embarrassed, but he can’t find the energy to care.

Crouching down on to your knees, back bending, you wordlessly grant his request. Pulling his lips into an odd, upside down lip lock. It’s awkward, unfamiliar, a bit like your first kiss. Pulling your lips with his own, he can feel your nose brush against his chin. Satisfied, Levi hums into the shallow lip lock.

Your rounded, human nails dig into the scruff of his undercut, causing goosebumps to well up along his back. He can’t help but shiver, despite the boiling heat still filling his veins.

Licking his way into your mouth, Levi revels at the flavor filling his senses. He can taste himself on your tongue. Hot and rich, sweet just as you described. He obsesses over the flavor, trapping your tongue against the roof of your mouth with hard rapid laps. He wants all of it, to completely swallow the musty taste of himself until he can only taste you.

Fuck all. “L…love. I… I love you,” Levi murmurs against your lips. You say it constantly, casually, and yet he struggles to get the words out even now.

He wishes he could wind his nails into your hair and pull your lips harder against his own. Dig his nails into your scalp as he tastes himself deep into your throat.

He doesn’t want it to end. Levi wants your lips against his own forever, breathing each other in instead of oxygen. He could, gills flare and flex along his neck. He could kiss you for the rest of time.

You break the lip lock with a wet smack, eyes hot as they trail along his face. Little pecks pepper along his face, trailing the dried tear lines. “You were so good for me. Such a good boy.”

He can’t help the heat that floods his face, his body immediately flushing at the words. Even the tips of his ears feel hot. “Stop that.”

“You like it. I know you do.” You’re right, but Levi is reluctant to give you the satisfaction. Admittedly, there’s a part of him that preens at the moniker. A filthy, quickly growing and endlessly horny part of him that wants to be called nothing else.

He hates the teasing lilt to your tone, it makes him want to slam his mouth back into yours, if only to shut you up.

“You're still hard,” you note, the statement ending with a questioning lilt.

Levi is. His cock is so flushed and full of blood that he feels like he could cut glass. It throbs, his light display still thrumming rapid beats of electric blue. The scorching, all encompassing heat still fills his veins.

“Can I…,” he starts, suddenly realizing just how wet his mouth is, how much drool has coated his chin. He feels lost, as if he’s trapped somewhere along the peak of his orgasm, never truly coming down from that high peak. “Need to fuck you. To fill you up with my seed.”

His vision swims with the image of his white gushing out from your folds. Unfiltered want fills his chest. Want for your hot, gummy walls squeezing him so tight that he sees stars again. Want to destroy you, like you did him, to fill you with his cock and plug you up tight with his knot. “Please. Need your pussy. Wanna’ give you my knot.”

Levi regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth, dread filling his chest.

It’s too soon. You’d wanted some time before mating him. Forever connecting your soul to his, thanks to the unique magic of his blood. Abandoning your odd, human world and joining him for life in the water. It would -will be a huge change, upending your life completely. He understands the hesitation and is fine with waiting as long as you need.

His lust got the best of him, heat and hormones filling his limbs and loosening his lips. He shouldn’t have said anything, shouldn’t be rushing you.

Fuck. Worry hammers his heart as he watches your face shift, lips pursing in preparation to respond. “Sorry…I know…”

“This would be a bad place for that,” you reply, calm and simple. Your face is surprisingly warm and open. Fearless, unlike the previous time this was discussed.

You're right. You're always right. If both of you had tails you’d just end up stranded in this small room, left to dry out on the carpet like literal fish out of water.

“It’ll be soon though. I promise.” The words sooth his hammering heart, calming the last of his worries. Soon.

Soon. Very soon, judging by your response.

You’ll look so beautiful, he bets, coated in scales. Maybe… maybe you’ll even grow your own cock. So you can fill him up and knot him. His used hole aches at the thought.

Gaze straying from your face, Levi can see how wet you are. The fabric of your panties soaked dark beneath the straps of your harness. He can practically see the small patch of curly hair on top of your mound, the thin lace completely soaked through with your liquid desire. He can smell it, even. Nose flaring, the scent of your desire floods his mouth. Hot, sticky, full of a beguiling musk that he can almost taste.

“Let me eat you out, at least,” he begs, mouth already watering a bit at the thought. “Use me -my mouth, like this.” Levi swings himself for emphasis, the metal ring connecting him to the ceiling clanks with each sway.

He can already picture you crouching, hands in his hair as you hold his face against your sopping pussy. Nails biting into his skin as you pull his mouth harder and faster against your thrusting wetness. Moans, both yours and his, filling the air as he laps at your folds, his senses drowning the taste of you. Maybe he’ll even quest a bit further down, tonguing that other entrance like you did his. “You’ve gotten nothing from this so far. You deserve it.”

“Enticing, but I’ve gotten more than enough already, believe me.” There’s a dark, simmering heat in your eyes that only excites him further.

Did you… could you have? Did you cum just from fucking him? Is that what’s dripping along your thighs?

Rising to your knees, your fingers skim along his abs in the ascent, the touch so soft it’s almost ticklish. His stomach jerks, flinching as you near his throbbing length.

Gripping his cock, you thumb curiously along his head. He nearly hisses at the contact, choking on his own saliva.

“You didn’t even flag one bit,” you observe, tone curious. “How many times can you go?”

“W…,” god he’s so swollen and flushed, the contact makes him spurt a bit. “Won’t go away until I have something to knot.” It’ll continue, unending, until something is around his base when he cums.

“So flushed, you must be so sensitive,” you note, gaze hot, locked directly on his cock as you palm him curiously.

“Ye…,” he stops, interrupted by a firm stroke from base to tip. It almost stings, his overly slick cock so swollen and responsive it feels like he’s on the needles edge of pain and pleasure. “Ahh-,” Levi breaths in a sharp hiss between his teeth, eyes pinching tight. “- gentle.”

Sliding your fingers along the mess of his chest and stomach, you gather a bit of his cooled seed from along his abs. Twisting two fingers into your mouth, you hum at the taste. Eyes fluttering, a satisfied moan leaves your lips. The sight only makes him impossibly harder, his cock jerking so hard it practically bounces.

“How about you fuck my mouth instead?” You offer, lapping at your fingers. “Would that work?”

Levi can already picture it. His bright labia buzzing against your mouth, the darker skin around his base ballooning out to stretch your lips wide. Your mouth would be so hot, so wet, so close to the feeling being inside your pussy.

The image makes him whine, his cock throbbing and gushing more white.

“Yes,” Levi starts, his voice still too whiny and desperate for his liking. He hates begging, hates pleading to anyone, but he’ll do it happily for you. For someone he loves, and who loves him in turn. He’ll whimper for you any day, “Please!”

“Do you want me to take you down first or…,” you pause, eying the straps twisting his arms together. “I could release your han-“

“No! No,” Levi interrupts, twisting his arms further into the leather, as if to prevent your interference. “No, I… I like them. They were a good idea.” It feels almost shameful to admit.

“Kinky.” There’s a satisfaction to your tone that he almost hates. It makes him feel more riled up. His cock throbs, pulsing in the palm of your hand.

Is that it? Is that what this is? Something salacious and socially forbidden, not unlike your relationship?

Oddly enough, Levi feels free, tied up like this. Free of his usual stoic facade. Free to emote openly, honestly and without his usual hesitation. He sort of misses the restriction on his mouth, freeing him from choosing his fate. Now the toy lies in crumbles below, coated in a mix of saliva and cum.

He almost mourns the loss. “Sorry. About the gag.”

You laugh, patting a hand along his stomach. “I sort of expected that to happen. I’ll get something tougher next time.”

Next time.

There's something almost joyously ominous about those two little words, like this is only just the beginning of something huge. Like a giant oncoming thunderstorm after a long drought. Merely dipping his tail in to test the waters. There must be so many possibilities, so many new things to explore that he can’t even imagine. Levi could wait years for you to change, if only you’d keep touching him like this.

Thumbing his flushed head, your eyes meet his own once again. “You cross your eyes when you cum, you know? Scrunch your nose up, all cute too. I can’t wait to see it again,” you note, smiling wide and eager, tone full of mockery.

“Shouldn’t you be doing something else with that shitty mouth of yours, then?” Levi spits, trying to fill his tone with snark despite its pitch.

“Hmm,” you click your tongue, taking a moment to pretend to think. “I don’t know…, maybe I should use it to order some dinner. Burgers sound good to you?” Waggling your eyebrows at the question, you stroke him in one, long, slow movement.

“Fucking tease.” It’s never been so much before. Just a few casual taunts here and there. As much as it makes his blood boil, Levi can’t wait to see more of this side of you. This new exciting side that revels and basks in power.

“Please, just…,” Levi’s breath catches mid sentence as your thumb slides along the sensitive spot right under his head. “Put my cock in your mouth. I’ll fuck your throat, that’ll shut you up.”

Humming in lieu of a response, you shuffle on your knees. Eying his trapped form, you lick a stripe up the underside of his cock, following that dark blue vein that trails across the length. Still oversensitive, his entire body quakes and shudders in response. Levi feels like his brain shuts off the moment the pink muscle swirls around his head, some necessary spark backfiring along the back of his head.

He’s so unbelievably close already, his cock leaking white streams of precome. Trapped so long on the razor's edge of true completion, he hopes, desperately, that you’ll let him knot this time.

Sucking the head into your mouth, you swirl your tongue around that gushing hole at his sensitive tip. Bobbing in shallow swallows, one hand slides across the small of his back to keep him nice and steady. You hum, enjoying the taste of his salt and vibrating his flushed cock.

“Ff…fuck.” It’s so much that he can’t even think anymore. So hot. So wet. He can’t barely move his hips, barely slide himself further into that perfect cavern. He wants more, so much more. Your lips around his base, swallowing him whole. Stretching wide around his knot as he pumps out strings and strings of spunk.