28. Facefucking/Deepthroating
âYou sure you donât want to come in the water with me, Orvar?â
Murtagh swam up to the low-lying pier and leant against it, looking up at his berserker husband with a flutter of his eyelashes. Orvarâs trousers were rolled up past his knees so he could trail his feet in the sea but nothing more.
âNo,â he said. âI told you - itâs not long until tonightâs hunt.â
âBut you ainât got to come in for long,â the merman said, gently stroking his husbandâs leg. âJust long enough for us to have some fun.â
Orvar was sorely tempted but he knew if he took too much time then his nephews would simply leave on their trip without him. Full moon hunts were far too valuable to any of them to be able to pass up.
âIf I could I would, my love.â He brushed a strand of wet hair from Murtaghâs face. âIâll swim with you when Iâm back, I promise.â
The merman was still pouting as he drifted along in the water, settling in to float between Orvarâs legs. Each of his dripping hands pressed against his knees and spread them wide. The berserker didnât have to be told what his husband had in mind - the hunger in his eyes made it clear.
âWell that donât mean we canât play, Orvar,â Murtagh said, watching as the trousers before him were unzipped. âYou donât want tâbe all frustrated on your hunt, do ya?â
âI donât,â Orvar agreed. With a single tug, he wrenched free his cock, letting it flop out in the evening light. It was already half-hard for watching Murtagh splash around and it twitched as the merman drew nearer.
Murtaghâs lips parted and the tip of Orvarâs cock pressed inside. His tongue lapped up against him, tasting his head as he swirled around it. He only pulled back to lick along his shaft instead, dragging his tongue up from his balls and back to his tip once more. Orvar groaned long and hard. His knees were trying to press together but Murtagh kept holding them far apart as he finally took his husbandâs cock into his mouth proper and pushed down, not stopping until the meaty length was filling his throat.
Orvar brushed the hair from Murtaghâs face, getting a better look at his bright blue eyes as he kissed around his base. His mouth was sucking and his tongue was licking, even going so far as to push past the confines of his lips and press against his balls underneath. He stayed down there almost impossibly long, his throat bulging with throbbing cock, before he finally drew his head back and started to gently bob up and down. It was more than Orvar could stand. His gentle touch became rough as his fingers wrapped in his husbandâs golden locks and tugged, forcing him down his shaft a little faster. At last Murtaghâs flawless performance produced a strained noise. Orvar could hear his tail splashing in the water when he yanked his head away from him before pulling it straight back down. Over and over he did it, steadily starting to fuck the mermanâs pretty little mouth and his face beyond it. His hips lifted from the pier to meet him, thrusting along in time, and making Murtaghâs once-forceful hands scramble for his husbandâs trouser leg instead. He wrapped his fingers into the rolls of fabric and let out a little squeal, thrashing again as the fucking got harder still. The berserker could never hold back once heâd started. He pounded his throat again and again, only stopping when he finally bottomed out inside him and started to cum.
His orgasm came long and hard, drawing a deep moan from his own throat as he spurted his load down Murtaghâs. He filled him up and then, as he started to pull back, filled his mouth too, whimpering every time the merman swallowed it all straight down. He could tell his husband was desperate for more. He couldnât stay still, splashing about in the water with little fidgeting thrusts of his own. It was almost cruel to have to leave him there now and go off to the woods with his nephews instead.
âOrvar,â Murtagh whined, pulling himself further up onto the pier and gazing up at his husbandâs face with needy eyes. âYa canât leave now. Not after gettinâ me all horny like that on purpose. How am I meant tâsurvive now, eh? Three days youâre gonna be on that hunting trip. It ainât fair.â
Orvar leant in and pressed a kiss to his lips. He could taste his salty semen on the mermanâs tongue but he didnât mind. âRemember this feeling,â he murmured as he pulled back. âBecause as soon as I'm home, Iâll be the one deepthroating you.â
Murtaghâs eyes widened and he let out the softest of chuckles. âYouâd better,â he said. âCause Iâm gonna make you gag, big boy.â
















