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The cold spray of the sea stung Aymeric's face as he cast his net. A storm was blowing in, the dark waters of the Strait of Merlthor choppy and churning. Looking down into the depth made him recall bedtime stories, told by his mother on restless nights, of the merpeople that supposedly dwelled deep below the surface, eager for reckless sailors to tumble overboard.
Aymeric had long since outgrown his childish fears of fairytale beasts. Still, the stories had instilled respect and a healthy amount of fear of the sea, lest it swallow him up. It had been a light day, thus far, his catch too light to return with yet. Instinct bade him otherwise as his eyes looked to deeper, more dangerous waters. Heedless of his gut telling him to reconsider, he sailed further and further from the coast, until the waters were so deep their blue turned an inky black. Sighing, he recast his net.
His conflicting thoughts were brought to a halt by a flash of blue and red slipping through the depths beneath his ship. Right into his nets. The boat lurched to the side from the strength of whatever he had just managed to snag as it twisted and writhed, further entangling itself, the ropes snapping taut.
Rushing to grasp the ropes before they frayed, he hauled his catch up, every pull straining his arms and back. Whatever he had caught was big. And, oh, what a catch it was, for tangled up in his nets, a writhing pile of muscle. scales, and fins, was a merman. His flesh was sun-kissed, his tail dazzling shades of azure that darkened to a blood-red crimson, peppered with scales of pitch black. Handsome, to be certain, but of a severe sort, his thin lips curled up in a snarl. He was the most beautiful thing Aymeric had ever seen and he lowered the nets with as much genteel as his taxed muscles would allow, even as the man glowered at him with steel blue eyes.
With a growl, the merman threw the net away from his head, pushed himself upright with massive arms, and lunged for the railing.
“Wait—“ Aymeric started and, to his absolute surprise and delight both, the creature stopped and turned. His mouth hung uselessly open for a moment before he could remember how to formulate words, watching rivulets of water trickle down his toned form. "Can you understand me...?"
“...Aye," the merman answered warily with a gravely voice, watching his every move. Aymeric was beside himself with excitement. To think that Merfolk had been real this whole time…
“Are you injured? ’Twas my intention to catch fish, not handsome, mythological men,” he said with a kind smile, gingerly cutting the netting loose to finish freeing the man. The merman didn’t answer, though he looked hale and whole enough…Aymeric noticed a light tinge of pink rise to the man’s cheeks, a stark contrast against the silver of his hair.
“Do you have a name?” Aymeric asked, tossing the cut bits of rope aside.
“…Estinien,” he answered hesitantly and Aymeric’s smile deepened. Deciding that Estinien posed no immediate threat, he took a seat on a wooden crate, watching with fascination as his tail twitched and swished, the gills down the sides of his neck fanning. Odd, he thought a merfolks name might be…less Ishguardian.
“Why do you stare? And I’ll have your name, as well,” he said, finally lowering himself back down to the deck, holding himself up with his strong, sinewy arms. Aymeric’s mouth suddenly felt rather dry.
“My apologies, I’ve never seen one of your kind before,” Aymeric admitted, leaning over to pluck a fish from a barrel of his earlier catch. “My name is Aymeric. Are you hungry? Here,” he said, tossing the fish to him. Estinien snatched it from the air with incredible speed and, to Aymeric’s surprise, swallowed it whole. Apparently, the offer of food deemed Aymeric a friend, for Estinien drug himself closer.
“Nor I one of your kind, not this close,” he said, looking him over with eyes of steel blue, reaching a clawed hand out to tug at the hem of Aymeric’s tunic. He noticed that there was a fine, translucent webbing between his long fingers.
“Why do landwalkers cover themselves so? Do these not get in the way?” He asked, lifting it to inspect beneath. Blood rose to Aymeric’s face, and yet he didn’t move, finding the curiosity endearing.
“To our eyes, you’re naked,” Aymeric chuckled, sliding down from his seat onto the deck and closer to Estinien. Aymeric reached behind and pulled his tunic up and over his head, shivering as the merman’s chilly hands explored his bared torso. His wandering fingers became an afterthought as Aymeric’s eyes roved over Estenien’s lithe, serpentine body, admiring the way his scales shimmered in a brief ray of sunshine. Oh, how he would enjoy watching the man cut through the water on a bright and cloudless day.
Curiously, where Aymeric might have expected a cock, instead found a slick slit. His mouth watered at the sight. Estinien was not satisfied with removing only his shirt, his strong hands slipping under the waistband of his pants.
“I—wait just a moment,” he sputtered, grabbing the merman’s wrist. Their eyes locked, Estinien’s face just as flush as his.
“Off,” he said, pleading and impatient, and Aymeric’s shy reluctance was replaced by a sharp swell of arousal as Estinien yanked down his pants and smalls both. As he kicked off the remainder of his clothes and boots he realized just how embarrassingly hard he was.
Estinien licked his lips and dove forward, swiping a forked tongue from the base of his cock to the tip before swallowing him down all at once. Aymeric choked on a moan, clutching Estinien’s hair to anchor himself against the sudden, intense pleasure.
“Mayhap this is what sailors meant when they-ahh-warned of merfolk appetites,” he gasped out between moans, his body going lax against the deck.
“Or maybe I’m simply a degenerate,” Estinien said, coming up just long enough to purr out an answer before sinking back down and enveloping him in that warm, slick heat. Aymeric quickly found he didn’t care either way as Estinien’s tongue swirled around his tip, consuming him like a man starved. Fury, he was so close already…
As Estinien looped his arms beneath and around Aymeric’s thighs to cease their squirming, he pushed up on his elbows to admire the sight of the merman’s strong back. It was laced with scars both new and old, all the way down his long, serpentine tail, which flopped and coiled passively against the deck.
Estenien pressed down till his cold nose pressed into his abdomen, and he growled. Aymeric moaned openly—loudly—as he came, his heels digging into the deck, eyes rolling back. Estinien gulped him down ceaselessly, drawing his climax out to an almost painful degree.
As Estinien pulled away Aymeric shivered, the cool air freezing against his wet skin, still hypersensitive from orgasm. It was quickly forgotten as Estinien rolled over onto his back, his slickened cock poking out from his slit.
“Come here,” he beckoned with half-lidded eyes, and Aymeric was helpless to resist such a tantalizing siren call. Eagerly, he did as he was bid, allowing Estenien to tug him onto his lap, or the merfolk equivalent. The way Estinien’s scaled flesh twitched and flexed beneath him was wholly foreign and he gripped the man with his thighs to better enjoy the sensation.
The man’s webbed hands wrapped around both of their stiff members, pumping them slowly. Intentionally slowly, the tease, Aymeric realized as the man looked up at him with a smug, satisfied grin. Nothing had ever felt so good in his life.
Praise the Fury that these waters were rarely traveled, he could only imagine the humiliation of being caught as bare as his nameday, wetting his dick with a merman.
“Up,” Estinien commanded, his voice rough with lust, and Aymeric was quick to obey, gut tightening in anticipation. A sharp gasp escaped him as the tapered tip of Estinien’s cock pressed against his hole. Bracing his hands on Aymeric’s hips he pushed him down, slowly, his cock slipping in far easier than Aymeric had expected. He cried out, the pleasure of being filled without any pain from the stretch was almost too much. Breaths came in deep gasps as Estinien settled their hips flush, some of his slick trickling down his scaled sides.
Lifting him easily, Estinien pushed him back down, guiding Aymeric into the rhythm he most enjoyed and they moaned in tandem with every collision of their hips. It took only a few gentle thrusts and Aymeric was coming with a broken moan, his spend shooting across Estinien’s chest and face. He might have uttered an apology had he the mental capacity to do so, though his display had done naught but encourage the man, his body lifting from the deck as his thrusts grew erratic.
With a rumbling growl, Estinien sat up and wrapped his arms around Aymeric’s body, effectively pinning him in place. The sudden lack of mobility, of being claimed, of being filled, was enough to force a second climax from him and he went limp in the man’s arms.
He hadn’t known what to expect in the aftermath of such an unexpected coupling and was surprised when Estinien lowered himself down, Aymeric on top, to be used as a pillow. They lay thus for a time, catching their breath. Fury, he had never come so hard in all his life…He’d almost dozed off when the merman piped up.
“I must return to the water,” he said, guiding Aymeric up and off his cock, and he couldn’t help a moan as spend trickled down his inner thighs, making him feel deliciously used and filthy. Already, his cock twitched in renewed interest, the merman quick to notice. With staggering ease Estinien hauled himself back to the starboard, leaning over the railing.
“Join me, if you wish. I’ll not drown you,” he promised, before sliding overboard with a loud splash, the water spattering the drying deck.
Now that his all-encompassing arousal had faded enough to think, Aymeric paused for a moment. He was quite certain this was exactly how he would end up eaten, just as drunken sailors claimed. His dick, however, was entirely trusting and willing to take the risk.
Cursing his own foolishness, he dove into the frigid waters. Swimming in the nude turned out to be a pleasurable experience in and of itself, with no clothes to drag behind and tangle about his limbs as he tread water. It wasn’t long before Estinien snaked up behind him, powerful arms wrapping around his waist, his powerful tail keeping them both afloat. Aymeric couldn’t help but stiffen up as he was enveloped, solid muscle pressed against his backside.
“Do you fear me?” The merman asked against his ear.
“Mayhap I should…but no, I do not,” he answered, turning in Estinien’s arms to face him. The water was bitterly cold, his cock going soft from the shock in temperature, but Estinien was warm enough for the both of them. Unable to help himself, Aymeric leaned in to claim the man’s mouth for his own, groaning as Estinien answered in kind.
“I must have you again,” Estinien growled, his tongue swiping languidly against his jaw, down his neck, teeth scraping along his throat. Aymeric’s blood ran hot again, the glowing embers of his arousal stoked back into a raging flame beneath his skin.
“Fury, yes,” Aymeric moaned, wrapping his legs around his slippery waist. Again, he felt the distinctly narrow tip of Estinien’s cock prodding at his entrance and willed himself to relax. As it pushed in he groaned into the crook of the merman’s neck, his own length firmly pressed between them. Another something poked at his hole even as Estinien filled him, a finger he thought, but both of Estinien’s hands were around him still. His face went beet red when the realization finally dawned on him.
Two. He has two cocks, and intends to fuck me with both of them.
It was all Aymeric could do to hold on for dear life as the second pushed its way in and he clenched his jaw to brace for the stretch. Again, none came, his members flexible and pliable enough that they folded to the shape of him, rather than forcing his body to accommodate. It wasn’t quite as intense, but the way they twisted and swirled around within him more than made up for it.
Aymeric howled in bliss as Estinien ravaged him, inside and out, covering his neck and chest in bites as he was fucked.
“Your home in Yafem Saltmore may have a new rumor of merfolk to spread ‘er long, if you keep that up,” Estinien teased, which did nothing at all to smother his noises. The town was miles away, barely visible on the horizon. That didn’t stop Aymeric from lifting his head to double-check, a tinge of embarrassment going straight to his cock.
Sense of time slipped away more and more with every climax Estinien fucked out of him ‘til he had nothing left to give, ‘til he was simply a limp bag of bones, utterly helpless to keep himself afloat. He had never, ever in his life, been fucked so thoroughly. Unable to stay awake any longer he drifted to sleep in the man’s arms, utterly content.
By the time he awoke, it was well past afternoon, the sun low in the sky. Estinien was gone and he was back on the deck of his ship, a tarp carefully laid over him. Aymeric’s throat tightened for a moment and he mentally chastised himself for expecting…he didn’t fully know what sort of outcome he had hoped for. With a sigh, he sat up, and realized his fist was closed around something…sharp?
He opened his palm to see several large scales in his grasp, one of every color from Estinien’s tail, and he clutched them close with a smile. Standing to redress, he also found his half-empty barrel of fish was full to the brim; Estinien had not left him wanting in any regard, it seemed.
Grinning, a blush touching the tips of his ears, he set sail for home, comforted that he would most certainly see his merman again.