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Calming waves lapped at the shore. The sun shone down upon you. A gentle breeze blew in off the sea. The palm trees provided the perfect amount of shade. Now, if only you were here on vacation and not stranded on an unknown island with no sign of sentient life.
You had been out on a dolphin spotting tour, while on your actual vacation in the Bahamas, when suddenly a whirlpool appeared beneath your vessel. The helmsman had struggled to keep the ship upright by fighting against the current. But the tourboat had started to tilt. You shouldn’t have tried to be a hero, but you had seen an older woman start to fall off. Grabbing her, you had lost your footing the moment after she was pulled to safety, toppling over the edge.
The next couple of minutes were a blur as you were pulled into the depths of the whirlpool. Perhaps the sea had been asking for a sacrifice as moment you were sucked under the water the turmoil ceased. Your life jacket helped your body rise to safety, or else you would have drowned for certain. The hours after were a blur as you swam to shore. At some point, you felt exhaustion overtake you, your mind went black, but eventually you came to on a beach. No signs of mortal life. Then you realized what had happened.
A rift. You had been pulled through the Veil by a random rift! Fucking Bermuda Triangle!
Gods, what was even here on the island with you? Thanks to colonialism, so many of the native monsters of these islands that would be found across the Veil were completely unknown, not to mention all of the ones that the enslaved people and the colonizers imported with their stories. And here you were all alone.
At least, you hoped you were alone. You swore you felt eyes watching you from the water. Whatever it was hadn’t gotten you in your feverish swim to safety, though. Maybe it was just paranoia.
You had survived the night, curled up against the roots of some trees, having eaten some mangos you found nearby. Now the sun had risen, and it was time to figure out what to do.
You were no survivalist but you knew the basics from watching shows and movies. First you needed clean, fresh water. After spending all day swimming you were partched. You didn’t want to travel too far inland yet and risk getting lost but if this island was close in shape and size to the one you were staying at it might have a river in a similar location as well.
As you walked along the coast you swore you felt eyes on you again. Not from the jungle but the sea. Every so often you heard a large splash out in the water. You started to get the dreadful feeling that something was hunting you.
After an hour’s walk, you found what you were looking for. Eagerly, you cupped the water in your hands, drinking it down in hurried gulps. Alright, now that you had found fresh water, you needed a steady food source and shelter. On your walk, the island had been ripe with fruit, so you weren’t worried about food, and in the temperate climate…Suddenly, a bush rustled across the river.
You gasped and scurried away from the river’s edge, hiding behind some trees. You heard something small dart through the undergrowth and disappear deeper into the jungle. Breathing out in relief, you took a moment to gather yourself. It was fine. You were fine. Everything was going to be okay--Another large splash just off the coast. Then another, even closer to shore.
Freezing in terror, you sank against the trees, trying to hide in the roots.
Closer and closer the sound came until the splash was interrupted by sand. It had reached the shore. After a few moments though the splashes returned moving away before silencing altogether.
You waited a long minute before poking your head around the trees to look at the coast. Nothing. No. There was something sitting on the shore just past the wave line.
Cautiously approaching, you saw a palm leaf that wasn’t there before, on top of which was a pile of oysters. It looked like an offering of some sort. It was best not to touch it, or else you might upset whatever creature it was for. Hopefully, there wasn’t a spirit in the river, and you had just insulted it or something.
Hurrying away, you were a minute away from the offering when a massive splash caught your attention. Looking to the ocean, you saw a glittering shape launch out of the water and land on the beach in front of you. You fell back in surprise, landing on your ass.
A dark grey merfolk with vibrant blue and green markings, carrying a spear, blocked the path in front of you. “Een awraki hudaro mi’i?!” It looked angry.
You stared at it silently, mouth gaping like a fish. It repeated the words, the language coming out like a hiss.
“I’m sorry! I don’t understand,” you cried, still on the ground. The monster looked down at you, the apparent anger fading into confusion.
“Een tulu com’ni’i?”
You shook your head. “I’m sorry,” you repeated. “I crossed the Veil accidentally. I don--”
With surprising speed, the merfolk rushed forward. Its massive body loomed over yours. It was twice your size at least. Its scale covered arms rippled with muscle. You tried to scramble back, but it grabbed your wrists and pressed you against the sand. It covered your mouth with its own and bit down, its sharp teeth tearing through your lower lip. You struggled as it pulled back, your blood on its lips.
It licked your blood off and grinned. Then, after biting its own lower lip, it pushed your mouth together again. The thin, fish blood dripped against your stubbornly closed lips. The merfolk growled and shoved its tongue in, forcing your mouth open and letting the blood seep down your throat.
The merfolk pulled back again. You struggled some more, tears pouring down your face. “Jut’a! Een tulu…understand? Present not-me understand?”
You blinked. Did it just speak your language? “Y-yes,” you replied carefully, your lower lip swelling from its bite.
“Appeasement. Present this-one understand not-me.” Whatever rudimentary translation spell the merfolk had cast certainly wasn’t perfect. But you were understanding its words at the very least.
“Can you release me, please?”
“Future-not land-swim not-me.” It took half a moment to realize what it was saying. Do not run.
“I promise. I won’t run.”
The merfolk stared unblinkingly into your eyes before slowly releasing your wrists. It pulled back, letting you rise from the ground. Carefully, you stood. The merfolk’s head was at your shoulders even when you were on your feet. It was massive. Yet, you felt safer now. If this thing had wanted to kill you, it would and easily could have.
“This-one amends regret,” it said poking at its lower lip before pulling a small leaf from a belt of pouches around its waist. It broke the leaf, revealing a gooey inside. Like aloe, you presumed taking the leaf and dabbing it on your lower lip. You felt the blood stem, and a tingling dulled the pain. The merfolk smiled, revealing its jagged, sharp teeth.
“Thank you. Have you been following me?”
“Yes. Past this-one hunt lusca. Next-past appear not-me surprise this-one. Past this-one aid not-me direction land. This one desire-understand reason. Present desire-understand human.”
It took another moment to piece together what it was saying. It was hunting, you appeared before it, it was curious and helped you to shore. It was still curious. “I was on a boat. A whirlpool appeared and I fell inside. Then I arrived here. I come from the world of humans not this world.”
This time, it looked at you for a long moment. Likely, the translation spell was poor on each end. Finally, it replied. “Sea decide not-me gift. This-one accept sea gift. Not-me reject this-one gift motivation?”
Again, it took you a moment. It thought you were a gift? And wanted to know why you rejected their gift? “The oysters were for me?”
“Yes.”
“Sorry, I did not know. I didn’t want to steal. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
The merfolk scoffed. “Not-me kind same-time idiot. Future survival means present steal.”
“Then I will steal in the future.”
“No. Steal not. Present to future this-one provide. Sea-gift welcome. This-one protect Sea-gift.”
“My name is not Sea-gift. I am--” The merfolk pressed a finger to your lips, causing the wound to sting.
“Past name gone. Present name be Sea-gift.” The merfolk undulated its tail, rising up so it towered above you now. “Present Sea-gift belong to Ko’loch.”
It had been about a month since you had fallen to the other side of the Veil. A month since Ko’loch had decided you were his property. Oh, yes, it was a him now. Merfolk gender may be non-existent so far as humans could understand, but if that creature could decide you belonged to it because you appeared in its territory, then you were going to decide what pronouns to use for it. Only a man would be as possessive as this thing was under the guise that it was protecting and providing for you.
Still, at least you weren’t struggling to survive. Ko’loch brought you the bounty of the sea, fish, crabs, oysters, and edible seaweed. There must have been a few shipwrecks in the area and debris from a rift, as he also brought you random bits of carved wood, jewels, and brightly colored plastic trash. After his outburst at ignoring the first gift, you had decided not to ignore Ko’loch’s gifts to you, whether food or decoration. So far, there had been no other incidents where you felt your life was in danger.
Some people may question why you didn’t move away from the shore, but to you, the answer was obvious. You had no idea what was in the interior of the island. Not to mention, if any help was to come, you wanted to be visible and ready. Though he didn’t know it, Ko’loch’s colorful gifts were making a perfect signal that sentient life was on this island.
“Sea-gift!” Ko’loch’s voice rang out across the waves. He had returned from his hunt.
“Coming,” you called out, heading from the shade to the set of flat rocks that jutted out like a natural dock, which Ko’loch and you had decided were the best place to meet. You could stay dry and he didn’t need to haul himself across the sand.
“Sea-gift, I have found strange things for you,” he told you proudly. The translation magic he had cast had slowly learned over the past month, allowing you to communicate more normally. Abstract ideas and more complicated thoughts were still difficult to translate. You had tried to explain the concept of the Veil and the human world, but you were pretty sure he ended up thinking you were from the heavens.
“What are they,” you asked curiously, sitting down on the rocks at the edge of the water. From the depths below, he pulled out a crochet-style bright orange beach bag. Inside was a plastic shovel, a sand bucket, a straw sun hat, and goggles. Then, from behind his back, he produced a small cooler.
“This is like a clam,” he exclaimed happily as he lifted the cooler lid. Inside were several bottles of beer. Astonished you reached out. They were all still cold. Ice cold.
“Ko’loch, where did you find these,” you asked, barely believing what you were seeing. These were all very modern; it looked like someone lost their beach supplies all at once. And if these beers were still cold, they must have been recently pulled through a rift.
“They were floating in the water near where I found you. The sea must want you to have them.”
“Was there anything else,” you asked excitedly. “Any other humans?”
Ko’loch stared at you before shaking his head. “No. Just these.”
You tried to swallow your disappointment, but you knew it showed on your face. Ko’loch reached out a massive hand, cupping your face. “These things make you sad. Why?”
“No, no, I am not sad about the things. Thank you. I just thought…I thought there might be someone to…” You stopped before you could say rescue you. “To keep me company while you are out and help me on land.”
Ko’loch was silent, his webbed hands stroked your hair, his claws gently scraping your scalp. “You are lonely. I know being lonely. That is why I ask the sea for a companion, and the sea gave me you.”
Pity grew in your chest. Merfolk were social creatures just like humans; they lived in shoals and had a complex society that humans were just learning to comprehend. You had wondered before why Ko’loch was the only merfolk you saw. What happened to the others for him to have been alone?
Staring down at Ko’loch’s dark, human-like eyes, you reached out as well. For the first time, willingly touching him. Your hand reciprocated his movements, sliding over the tiny, delicate scales of his face. Your fingers trailed up to the folded fins on his head that mimicked hair. The fins flexed at your touch. Ko’loch made a pleasured clicking noise, almost like a dolphin, as he leaned into your touch.
“I’m sorry you have been alone,” you told him truthfully.
“It is not your fault. Why do you apologize?”
“I feel sympathy,” you corrected, another flaw of the translating magic, “I feel sadness for you, Ko’loch.”
“I do not want Sea-gift to be sad.” He pulled away, his hand dragging down your arm to take your hand. “Come. You told me you wanted to see dolphins. Let me show you. Make you feel better?”
You froze. He had offered this before when you first tried to explain what a vacation was and what you were doing before falling into the water. That had only been a few days after your arrival, when you trusted Ko’loch less than you did now. You had declined then. Yet, at this point, you did trust that Ko’loch would not intentionally harm you.
“Alright,” you agreed. “Let me put these away first.”
He nodded and let you go. You gathered up the gifts and put them in your shelter before undressing. You didn’t need the seawater to ruin your clothes faster. Grabbing the goggles, you went to the rocks. Ko’loch was nowhere to be found.
“Ko’loch,” you called out, slapping the top of the water to send a signal underneath. A few minutes passed before you saw a dark shape rising from below. Ko’loch’s head broke the surface, and he smiled.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting. I had to find them. Come.” He reached out his hand for yours. Sitting on the edge of the rock, you put your feet in the water. It was cool compared to the beating sun, but not cold. Taking Ko’loch’s hand, you slid into the water.
“Hold on,” you told him as he made to guide you. You wet the goggles and dipped your head underwater before putting them on. Ko’loch tilted his head curiously and leaned in to examine the goggles.
“They will help me see underwater, or else the ocean water hurts my eyes,” you explained.
“You look funny,” he chuckled, tapping on the edge of the goggles with a claw. Pulling away, he guided you behind his back. “Hold on to me, Sea-gift.”
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, being careful not to press too hard on the lowered dorsal fin along his spine. The water shifted around you as his powerful tail went from keeping him in place to moving you both forward. Ko’loch kept his upper body close to the surface so you could breathe as you traveled.
His path brought you past the river you used as a drinking source and up around the other side of the island. As you traveled, you got the best view of the island that you had so far. Two sweeping hills covered in dark green jungle contrasted with pristine sandy white beaches. It was beautiful—far more beautiful than the tourist-trap dotted landscape on the human plane.
Ko’loch finally stopped after a few minutes of swimming. Looking down into the crystal clear water, you saw a rainbow coral reef stretching out below you. Lowering his head into the water, you could feel Ko’loch’s chest vibrate as he called out underwater. A moment passed, then, twenty feet out in front of you, there was a splash. You watched as a bottle-nosed dolphin burst from the water. Then another and another. A whole pod danced before you.
You gasped and laughed in amazement. They swam forward, circling around you, clicking and squeaking. “Hold your breath,” Ko’loch instructed.
You took a deep breath right before he dived below the surface. The dolphins followed, twirling around you both. It was now that you realized how huge Ko’loch actually was. The dolphins were twice your length, but as you looked down Ko’loch’s back to the end of his tail, he was three times as long as you were tall. You had never known that merfolk could get this big.
After half a minute, you tapped Ko’loch on the shoulder. He kept swimming forward. You tapped again, feeling a strain in your lungs. Nothing.
Releasing Ko’loch’s shoulders, you pushed yourself up toward the surface. A hand grabbed your ankle and dragged you back down. Ko’loch stared at you in the water as bubbles escaped your nose. You kicked your legs trying to surface while clasping a hand over your mouth, trying not to breathe in.
“Trust me, Sea-gift,” he told you, grabbing your hand and pulling it away from your mouth. In the water, his voice came forth as a song, wrapping around you like magic, calming you. “I will not let you come to harm.”
Maybe it was the lack of oxygen, but your heart fluttered as he cupped your head in his hands. Ko’loch pressed his lips to yours. His large tongue worked its way inside, forcing your mouth open. You expected water to rush in, but his firm lips formed a seal around your mouth. He breathed into your mouth, air rushing into your lungs. It was more air than you should be able to hold in your lungs, but as he pulled away, you felt different. You did not have to think about holding your breath; you simply did so.
“There,” Ko’loch said satisfactorily, “now you can hold your breath forever.”
You gave him an angry look and pushed him away ineffectively. The dolphins around you chirped as if laughing. Ko’loch looked properly chided, though. “It only works on humans about to drown. I am sorry, Sea-gift.”
A baby dolphin came up and forced itself between you as if to break the tension. It rubbed against Ko’loch like a cat, and he petted it, smiling at you once more. Despite yourself, you felt the anger melt away. Over this past month, you realized that Ko’loch was sort of an idiot. He had no idea how to really interact with or care for humans.
Ko’loch reached out and took your hand, placing it on the dolphin. As you stroked the dolphin, you looked up at Ko’loch. He was watching you intently, a worried expression on his face. Yet, when he saw you glance at him, he smiled eagerly. You couldn’t help but smile back.
Two weeks after swimming with dolphins, things had changed considerably between you and Ko’loch. He spent hours with you now, curled up on the rocks or the beach. Oftentimes, he was just there, occasionally asking questions about what you were doing. He didn’t understand the idea of cooking food and had initially been offended when he found out that you were roasting the fish he brought you over a fire.
You had tried to ask him about other merfolk and why he had been alone, but he clammed up every time you brought up the subject. The more time he spent out of the water, the more you realized how heavily scarred he was. You had to wonder if that had something to do with it.
When the two of you weren’t talking, or having him just watch you, Ko’loch was teaching you skills. He had shown you how to weave vines into a net and find the medicinal leaves. He had made you a necklace of shark teeth and pearls. You had repurposed some of the plastic and the caps from the beers he had brought you and made him a necklace in return.
But today, Ko’loch had been acting oddly. He was fidgety. Instead of calmly watching you and listening to you talk, he stared at you while shifting in the sand. Sometimes it was like he was trying to keep close to you, yet at other times, it was like he was trying to keep away. The sun was setting, and usually, he would have returned to the ocean to eat by now, but he stayed on land with you. Fidgeting.
“What is wrong with you,” you finally asked, exasperated as you walked past him, and he released a low groan while sniffing the air.
“I am sorry, Sea-gift, I…” He sounded like he was in pain, causing you to freeze.
“Do you need water? Are you sick?” You approached, worried.
Ko’loch reached out a hand and pushed you back. His fins flared out, making him seem even larger. His eyes were pitch black like a shark's. “Stay back!”
His roar sent a flock of birds in the trees flying. Without thinking, you broke into a run. Disappearing into the jungle.
You ran and ran until you couldn’t anymore. Your heart was pounding, and your lungs ached. You fell against a tree, barely able to see as the sunlight vanished. What had you just done? What had been wrong with Ko’loch? Your mind raced with questions, but ended on one: what were you going to do?
You were in the middle of the untamed jungle. Making your way back would be dangerous. Staying here would potentially be more dangerous.
A few tears escaped from your eyes, and a couple of moments later, they turned into sobs. You were done. You had survived for a month and a half on this god-forsaken island, and you just wanted to go home.
The hoot of an owl made you jump, breaking you from your sorrow. The owl hooted again a massive white figure landed from the trees in front of you. It was an owl, sort of. It was three feet tall with an owl’s body and face, but set in its face were glowing red eyes. On its rear was a long monkey tail with a pair of talon-like arms under its wings. It hooted again, cocking its head looking at your curiously.
“I’m sorry if I am encroaching on your territory,” you told it, knowing it probably wouldn’t understand you. You reached up and removed the necklace Ko’loch had given you; you held it out to the creature in offering. “I am lost. Do you know a safe area?”
It hooted again. One of its creepy talon arms reached out and took the necklace. It examined the necklace, then hooted again. Hoping around, it disappeared into the brush. You stared for a long moment before it returned and gave an annoyed hoot. Oh, it wanted you to follow it.
You carefully picked your way through the brush. Moonlight from a full moon peeked through the canopy, helping to light your path. You followed the owl-thing for a good ten minutes until you heard running water. The river.
The jungle opened up to a clearing. You were at the edge of a deep cenote that fed the river, full-moon light making the surface sparkle. The creature stood at the water’s edge and hooted again. You approached. “Thank you very much. I…”
It threw the necklace into the water.
“What? Why did you--” Your words were cut off as the owl-thing jumped up, its feet striking your chest as it pushed you straight into the water. You sputtered as you gathered your senses. The creature was gone. The strength of the blow had forced you several feet back into the water. What the fuck?!
You swam toward the shore when suddenly something wrapped around your foot. Oh no. No!
You had just enough time to take a breath before you were pulled under the water. In the darkness, you could not see what had you, but you felt the long, strong tentacles grabbing onto your limbs and pulling you down into the depths.
No! NO!
You struggled and fought for the surface. Somehow, it was worse that you weren’t struggling for breath due to Ko’loch’s magic. The quick peace of drowning was denied to you. All you could do was fight against the growing reality of being eaten alive.
Before your eyes, you saw the necklace floating in the water. Highlighted just enough by the moonlight reflected in the water. You reached out with your free hand and grabbed it. It wasn’t useful, it wouldn’t save your life, but if you were going to die, you wanted to do so with a memento of the last person to care for you. The person, you now realized, that you had come to care for, despite everything.
As pressure from the water grew and surface, you opened your mouth and released your breath. “Ko’loch.” The last word you said before water flooded your lungs.
Your consciousness was fading, but on its edge, a fearsome screech reached your ears. A powerful creature forced past you, diving into the deep. “Sea-gift is mine!”
Suddenly, the force pulling you down vanished. Whatever was happening in the depths below turned the water around you. The drive to survive re-ignited. You kicked your legs, swimming to the surface. You were so deep, though. Your eardrums felt like they were about to burst. Your water-filled lungs burned for air.
A long, flailing tentacle struck you, causing you to spin in the water. The water around you was clouded with blood. Blocking your view of the moonlight. You were no longer sure which direction to swim. Your body was reaching its limit.
Clawed hands gripped your face. A mouth pressed against yours. Life-giving air forced the water from your lungs. Ko’loch carried you in his arms towards the surface. You were barely clinging to life.
He held you in his arms as you broke the water. “Please, Sea-gift. Wake up. I’m sorry, I wasn’t faster. Not again. Please.”
Cool water dripped from his skin onto your face. His voice was distant and fading. You were so tired, it would be so easy to go to sleep...Then hot, salty water touched your skin, rolling down your cheeks, into your mouth. Tears.
Your injuries healed, your body brought back from the brink of death. Merfolk tears, one of the most powerful healing magics to exist. Your eyes fluttered open. Ko’loch’s scales sparkled under the moonlight. The necklace was still in your hand as you reached up and touched his face. Pulling yourself up, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. His grip tightened around you needily.
“Thank you,” you told him when you pulled away.
“I will always protect you, Sea-gift,” he restated with a sad smile.
“How did you find me?”
“The necklace, I can sense where you are when you wear it in the water…and if you are in danger or not.”
That owl creature. Had it known or was it just luck? Ko’loch swam down river, still holding you in his arms. You didn’t fight, using the time to rest. In the moonlight, you saw he had a new gash across his cheek from the battle.
“Why did you run,” Ko’loch asked after several minutes of silence.
“You scared me. I thought you were going to attack me. What was wrong with you?”
Ko’loch looked away, ashamed. “It is the full moon, Sea-gift, and the waters have cooled. Nature calls me to…and I can smell it on you, Sea-gift. It is your nature’s time as well.”
You blinked, putting together what he was saying. “You want to mate with me.”
“Yes.” His response was a growl of desire, his arms tightening around you even more, but he shook his head to clear it. “The fight took the edge off the need for now. I shouldn’t have been around you today, but I didn’t want you to be lonely again. When we get to your nest, I will go until this passes in a couple of days.”
The two of you fell into silence until you arrived at the rocks that acted as your meeting place. Ko’loch placed you on the flat rock, his claws trailing along your skin as he let go. Without saying a word, he sank beneath the waves and disappeared. You sat there for a long moment before standing up. Walking to the beach, you were halfway to your shelter when you stopped and looked back at the sea.
Before you could change your mind, you stripped. Tossing your ruined clothes toward your shelter. Putting the necklace around your neck, you strode back to the rocks. Taking a deep breath, dove into the water below.
It took a long minute before you saw Ko’loch’s head peek out from the water. He slowly swam toward you like a shark stalking a seal. In the darkness, you now saw the blue parts of his scales glowed with bioluminescent light. Upon reaching you, he rose from the water, his eyes pitch black, his fins raised—a mating display.
“Get back on land,” he commanded, “I cannot control myself much longer. I will pin you against these rocks and completely claim you as mine, Sea-gift.”
“I know,” you told him calmly.
He sprang forward. His arms clutching the stone on either side of your head, his body pressed against yours. Ko’loch lowered his head, and you could feel the yearning tension with every word he spoke into your ear. “Go now or you will never be free of me as I know you long to be.”
You shifted your body, opening your legs to rest on either side of his waist. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders. You spoke breathily into his ear. “I’m yours.”
There was no moment of triumph for Ko’loch that you had finally accepted you were his—just the raw animalistic need to mate.
Ko’loch sank his teeth into your shoulder with a growl. You cried out in pain, yet even so, you felt a spark of pleasure with it. His hands gripped your thighs. The two small spines by his wrist pierced your skin. There wasn’t even time to feel the pain before your body flooded with heat.
Your nipples brushed against his scales. Your clit ground against his slit. You moaned with pleasure, the aphrodisiac setting you on edge. “Make Sea-gift feel good. My Sea-gift. My treasure. My mate.”
You nuzzled his shoulder, needily pressing your lips against his scales. Opening your mouth, you bit him, your human teeth barely able to break through his tough skin. Ko’loch sighed with pleasure, his claws sank into your ass. He had claimed you. You had claimed him.
You felt something large and hot poke against your stomach. Ko’loch adjusted your body, lining up his member with your greedy hole. Slowly, he pressed it into you. As its massive size stretched you, your walls clenched around it. You screamed with pleasure.
“More,” you moaned needily, “more.”
“Yes,” Ko’loch agreed. “All of me. Take all of me.”
He continued to force his large member into you. You felt a pressure, a deep internal pressure against your cervix. Then a pop as the tip of his member entered your womb. You gasped. It should have been painful, but the aphrodisiac made your body interpret it all as pleasure. So much pleasure to have your mate hilted inside of you. Your brain was barely able to form a thought besides needing more.
Ko’loch bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “You will look so beautiful filled with my eggs.”
Your stretched walls twitched. With a sigh of pleasure, Ko’loch’s body undulated in the water. He turned onto his back, your body straddling him, locked in place by his ovipositor. Then you felt it. Moving down the shaft inside of you, approaching your womb. It slowed near your cervix, as if teasing you. Then it slipped inside.
You cried out in pleasure, your moans echoing across the waves. Egg and after egg was deposited inside of you. Each one extending your orgasm until you were past orgasm. Your mind was a blank canvas being painted with the pleasure of mating.
Your stomach swelled with eggs. Tears rolled down your cheeks from the ecstasy. “Last one, my Treasure,” Ko’loch groaned. “I know you can take it.”
The last egg pushed down his ovipositor slower than the first. It inched into you, squeezing into your stuffed womb. You whimpered, overstimulated. Ko’loch stroked your legs. “Good mate. Full of my eggs.”
Slowly, he lifted you off his ovipositor. You groaned and shook your head no, you didn’t want the pleasure to end. He hushed you, and a moment later, you felt something else pressing against you. Smaller and not as firm as the ovipositor, but you sank onto the member with pleasure. Your hips rolled creating ripples in the water as his sticky cum filled you. It seeped into your womb fertilizing the eggs and filled your cunt sealing everything inside.
Finally, after countless orgasms, your body was spent. Ko’loch caught you before you collapsed. He guided you onto your back so you were resting against his chest. Your turgid belly stuck up into the air. Reaching forward, you rubbed it, feeling the many bulges inside. Ko’loch placed his hand on top of yours. He vocalized clicks to express his happiness.
“Sleep, my treasure,” Ko’loch told you, his other hand stroking your hair. “I will protect you.”