#oviposting

See, you’ve never been with anyone else long enough. You dated guys back in high school and college, but it wasn’t… how could you say it? Concrete.

Just a hobby or something you do because you feel forced to. Because truly, you’re not interested by human. All the times you lie in bed with a guy, every time they "fuck" you or made "love" to you, you weren’t truly there. There’s always something missing to your puzzle.

Until you pay a visit to your concerned mom, a few meters away from a private beach. You’d sneak in at night. You toss all your clothes on the sand and jump into the waves. It feels nice, you let yourself relax and float around.

You’ve heard of hybrid creatures before. It’s rare to witness such things outside of the city or specific farm, where they are created. You’ve never heard of sea hybrid creatures before, though.

So, when you swim back to the shore, you’re surprised to hear a distant male voice singing.

It’s beautiful, otherworldly melody. You turn around and notice a silhouette surfacing from the darkness. With the moonlight blinding you, you can’t make out his face but as his voice rises louder, you know it’s coming closer.

You step back, you’re still wet and naked. You don’t have time to dress, just take your belongings and leave. But, you can’t. You feel drawn to him, to his melody. You want to hear him sing more. Louder and clearer.

Slowly, your feet walk you back to the waves. Inside your own body, you’re now an empty shell and you need to be filled with his voice. Your senses are numb, everything is distorted and blurry.

The man extends his arms to you, long yet neat claws await you. As your waist immerses, he comes closer to you and finally reveals himself. He is tantalizing, his hair sails along on his neck and shoulders ; you wonder how could his hair be dry already if he just emerged. His ruby red eyes detail you with a fierce hunger, of what kind you have no idea.

He strokes you cheeks with a tenderness that doesn’t match his cold attitude. As his song ends, your senses collide with your mind and chorus…

“Danger!”

Your fear stand on end, to his amusement. You see yourself watching your mom’s cat toying with a spider, a smile on your face. You try to leave, to scream but he holds you still as his claws scissors your flesh. “He’s not moving at all”, you thought. What a tragic yet romantic way to die.

The man leans over you, your nipples rub his chest. His skin, if you look attentively, is covered with thin scales ; gills stripe his trapezius muscles. His fresh lips brush yours. You gasp, and while lips parted he slips his pointy tongue inside.

This can’t be happening, you just needed air not to get abducted by a sea hybrid. But what can you do against a creature like this. The way his fingers pinch your nipples has your crying for more. You never felt like this before, so aroused and wild in the arms of any partner. Maybe this is it, this is what you needed all this time.

The merman could feel you like each part of your body was confessing to him. How neglected you’ve been your whole life, and he is more than willing to concede to your desires.

He swims you both to the shore, his tail whips waterspouts effortlessly. With delicacy, he lay on top of you. His hair hangs over your visage, you can’t look away from him. You’re falling in his trap. But you don’t care.

Not when he breaks the skin of your throat and drinks your blood out of it. Not when he leans over your breast to suck both your nipples. And not even when his head sets above your pussy as his laps at the wetness running down your entrance.

You’re shameless, really. Your mother has reasons to be worried about you, and you know. But you don’t care about finding someone to please her expectations. It’s alright if you stay alone for one more year. Right now, you’re feeling something, and this something is melting your insides in the best way.

So you’ll let this merman fuck you senseless if it means feeling something for once.

He’s doing great, more than great actually. His tongue do wonders, but seing how long it is, you’re not surprised. He sucks your clit, his wet muscle rolls around it ; he even give it kitten licks to drive you crazy.

“Fucking yes—!” You catch yourself laughing yet moaning like a whore. His hands caress the skin under you thighs then push your knees to your collarbone. You’re exposed to the night, to the moon and his ruby red eyes. You see him devour your cunt with his eyes, ropes of drool drop on you before he gets back to work. You push his head deeper, he hums softly, approvingly. The vibrations make you cry louder, but who cares, it’s just you and him.

You feel yourself coming, it’s dangerous –outrageous even. You feel your limbs jumping and cold sweat rippling to your core. But the merman holds your thighs, he grounds you to the sand as the tidal wave between your legs violently crushes you. You don’t recognize your own voice, and you have no idea of the mess you just created.

“You’re so good, so good.”

Stars illuminate your vision, your back is arched as far possible. You’re recovering slowly, but you both aren’t done with one another yet. He lets go of your knees then crawl on top of you. This time, you kiss him, you rolls your tongue around his and suck it, you caress his cold skin.

He takes your hand and guides it to a wet slit. You don’t understand at first, you thought he was a male. Not that you mind at this point. Until you push your index through his open to touch something hard.

He moans, his forehead rests on you shoulder. He keeps the hands stroking him in place while his other hand possessively hold your hips. He’s soaking wet down there. You lean forward, your lips brush the slit and you swear he whines. With your tongue toying his underlying erection, his melodious voice rings through your body. Slowly, not one but two cocks arise. The base are shy pinkish but the pointy tip are raging red. You meet his eyes, needy and desperate.

With both of your hands, you pump his cocks suggestively. He throws his head back, hissing under your touch. He says something but you don’t understand his foreign language. He kisses you fondly while you keep working his sensitive area. He squirms, his groans tell you everything you need to know. You feel him twitch and before he comes, you bottom out his cock down your throat. The merman hisses and pushes your head to the base. Ropes of cum fill your stomach.

You cough, out of breath but he isn’t satisfied yet. He pushes down and mounts you once more, with his cocks out. He didn’t waste time nor did he give you a warning. He bottoms you out like a fierce beast.

“Ahn fuck!”

His hips rolls around yours, sensually and effortlessly. You hold on him for dear life as he beats your cunt with his cock. You can feel him inside spreading your walls. You can take so much, you try to roll to the side, but he presses your head against the sand. He’s fucking you hard, he drags his cock out painfully slow then slaws his hips to the bottom.

“Fuckfuckfuck!”

The pleasure feels unreal, you never felt that before. Yet it’s happening, he’s rearranging your inside.

Cold hands flip you over, one leg rests next to his gills. He has you open like a book, before pumping your pussy. The merman watches your eyes cross as he fills you to the brim.

He takes his other cock and push it inside your already full pussy. Your eyes widen.

“Wait! I can’t— I can’t it’s too—!”

But he does not listen, he pushes himself down your sucking walls. He pinches your nipples and thrusts deeper and deeper until his cocks bruises your cervix. Your whole body is bouncing on his cocks, it’s so fucking good. You don’t even understand how this is possible.

His thrust gets messier and wet, his breath is shallow. He kisses every part of you he can reach, licks and sucks your skin with energy. You’re almost there, you can feel it. Your legs shake uncontrollably, you bite your lips to hold back the huge orgasm building up.

But does want you to, he gives hard hips thrust as he speaks into your ear.

“Cum.”

Hips thrust.

“For.”

Again.

“Me.”

Fuck!

You can’t hold it anymore. A few seconds later, you’re squirting all over his torso. Your mouth is shaped like a O as you let out a silent scream. Your head falls back on the sand, you can barely keep your eyes open. Your consciousness is drifting away.

He keeps fucking you, his climax pulses in his veins and while your walls are still soaked and tight, he chases his orgasm.

He moans in your ears, his voice ignites another fire in between your legs, making you both come. This time you’re sure someone heard you, you both are way too loud. He hovers over you, his red eyes hold a love you weren’t expecting.

But you see how he keeps thrusting even after his came.

“What are you… doing?”, you pant.

But he doesn’t answer, you feel him shooting loads after loads of his semen inside your sucking pussy directly inside your womb.

Until he pushes past your cervix, making you whine. He takes his other cock and strokes it while his pumping cock feels you with something big.

“What is this?!”, you want to take it out but it’s not moving. His tip inflates to pump you with eggs and make sure you’d take it like a good girl.

The hybride massages your breast and hips while another egg stretches your womb. You watch your belly bulging with eggs and the merman pumping you full. When the hybrid pump his last baby inside you, your final orgasm makes your overstimulated body jolts.

You’re out of breath when he finally pulls his cock out of you. He strokes your cheeks, his eyes observing your belly before he starts crawling back to the ocean.

“Wait, where are you going?”

He stops before his head disappears in the darkness.

“When it’s time, come back here.”

Then he dives in the water. Like nothing happened, not like you were fucked and impregnated by a wild hybrid.

Price has been getting more needy recently, and you weren't sure why. You'd been working at the Mer rescue and rehabilitation center for six months and already formed great bonds with a few of the mers. One in particular was Price, a large mer whose dorsal fins were too damaged to be released.

Normally, he was incredibly well-behaved for you, coming right up to the observation deck for you to give home a check-up. Today, he was swimming just out of reach, clicking and whistling sadly as if trying to lure you into the water. You sigh, holding a fish out for him, but he splashes you with his tail.

"Hey! That's just rude!" You huff, sputtering slightly when water gets into your mouth. Price watches you wipe your face clean, using that opportunity to swim up and grab you around the waist. "Price! Don't you dare -"

He easily hefts you off the ledge of the deck, laying on his back and swimming into his tank with you on his belly. You squeak nervously, clinging tight to the slippery skin of the mer as he slowly swims in circles around the tank. You weren't wearing your wet suit, making it even easier for Price to pull off your bottoms.

"Woah, big guy, I'm not your mate!" You gasp, wincing when you feel Price dig his nails into your hips. He didn't like you trashing around, worried he'd drop you down in the water. You feel his slit parting beneath you, eyes widening as his cock slowly slips out and presses at your entrance.

Price pulls your hips down until the head breaches your entrance, pushing further inside with a happy series of clicks. You grit your teeth at the burn of him stretching you open, grabbing onto his forearms tight as he slowly rocks himself inside of you.

Price lets out a soft whistle as he nestles inside of you, cock pulsing as he began to pump his eggs inside of you. You arch up with a cry, your hips held still by Price as eggs barely bigger than pearls were pushed inside of you. Your lower belly buldges slightly, Price letting go of one hip so he can gently feel the growing bump.

His webbed fingers slip between your legs, watching the way your eyes roll back when he softly rubs your sensitive flesh. He trills in satisfaction when you clench around him, eagerly keeping the pressure there so you can do it again.

Every time you clench, you milk him for more eggs, making Price trill and chrip proudly. You whine when he pulls out, his softened cock slipping back into his slit as he lays you gently on the observation deck.

Before you can gather your bearings, Price has swum down to his cave and returned with two oysters that he rips open and offers to you.

"He sees you as a mate. He'll stop once spring comes around and assume that the clutches didn't take." Nikolai explains that evening, massaging your lower belly and pushing the eggs into his gloved palm for collection.

"So he'll do it again?" You whine, gasping when Nik's fingers brush agaisnt you on the next scoop.