Work Text:
No matter how hard he scrubbed, Ken couldn't recognize the hands he was washing. They were trembling and blood caked into each knuckle. The smell of it mixed with the the sea-foam scented hand soap was nauseating, causing his already uneasy stomach to twist even more. His eyes darted between the creases of the unknown palms, they looked so blurry but everything was all so unimaginably detailed at the same time.
Each sudden flash of the bathroom lights reflected in the splashes of water assaulted his dilated pupils, threatening to blind him. He was breathing hard enough that he could feel each air molecule that slid across the enamels of his teeth and the sensation refused to dull. Every hair on his body was standing on end, ready to detect the slightest change in the air of the room. Every one of his senses had turned the dial to 11 except for the one he desperately needed.
He had felt the crushing of cartilage beneath his fists, the shattering of bone against his knuckles but now, he couldn't feel anything but the harsh pressure of his attempt at cleaning and the quiver in his touch. Though they were covered in fresh marks sure to bruise, he was thankful the blood being washed away wasn't his from what he could tell. The one thing that ate at him the most was the lack of pain. Shouldn't he ache? Shouldn't every knuckle be protesting against their participation in such barbarism? Shouldn't he feel some semblance of guilt for what he had just done?
Ken pleaded with himself for reasoning, begged of his body and mind to justify why he felt no remorse for his actions.
Unfortunately, he got the answer he was looking for. A Gasp.
Her Gasp.
Ken's mind flashed back to minutes ago at the bar.
He was mixing the next drink with his backed turned to the customers while he searched for an ingredient. He shouldn't have looked away, he was meant to always be watching. He had failed her and now he knew it.
It only took that split second of Ken's lapse in judgment for the drunkard to seize his chance. Ken couldn't guess at at the man's reasoning but maybe there had been none. Perhaps too much alcohol soaked in the divine liquor of Miss Ayase had triggered something feral in the man. Ken didn't care. All Ken heard was a pained gasp that broke something in him. The drunk had bitten her as she reached out to touch his lips as she always did, but how was the goddess to know of the heretic's plan? In the time it took Ken to turn, she had already freed herself from his maw, a freshly clawed gouge present across the drunkard's cheek as she hissed from the bar top.
It wasn't enough.
Before anyone else could react, Ken had the man by the collar of his shirt and was dragging him over the bar. Glass shattered as the apostate was pulled down across the bartender's well, the sound of a wet thud signaling his final descent onto the floor. From there, everything seemed to blur.
Ken remembered the crunch of bone, the screaming of customers and the sound of his ragged breath against the blood filled gasps of the man he needed to punish. Kneeling over him, Ken had delivered divine retribution onto the sinner, a zealous burning in his eyes. Though he could not remember how long it took for Zuma to finally pull him away, the shock in his bosses' voice would live with him forever, as would the look Miss Ayase was giving him when he was finally brought to his feet. She was clutching her injured arm but her face bore no hint of pain, thankfully. Her eyes were wide and her mouth slightly agape as Ken struggled to free himself from Zuma's grasp. In his thrashing, Ken couldn't quite tell if it was fear in her eyes or just shock but now it felt as if he'd never get to find out. Zuma had carried him away to the employee lounge and thrown the wild barkeep inside, shouting at him to get cleaned off and get himself together.
Finally, Ken turned off the water. Anymore time spent scrubbing would only result in the removal of the skin itself, the blood having been entirely washed away minutes ago. He could still feel his heart pounding in his ears and the tightness of his muscles just beneath surface of his sweat licked skin. The trembling of hands refused to calm and as he collapsed onto one of the couches, his body protested the stillness. Adrenaline still coursed through his veins, demanding that he give into his more baser instincts but his mind was racing, unwilling to cooperate.
He had destroyed the best thing that had ever happened to him with his inability to control himself. They would take Miss Ayase away and he would be forever blacklisted at the bar. No more wonderful nights of pouring drinks over the shimmering perfection of her body. No more quick glances her way as she swam in the tank and ran a teasing hand along the tender scales of her breasts to drive him mad. No more feeling the sensation of her teeth on his neck as she filled him with toxin before letting him experience the euphoria of her praising words and touch.
His jealousy had festered within him until it had become obsession. Every part of him craved her in ways he could never explain. She was a goddess in mortal form and he but a simple handler, nothing more. He was her toy to play with as much as she desired. He had reveled in it each time, eager to please and to hear her moan his name as he did all he could with fingers and tongue to her minuscule form. Now that it was going to be taken away, he ached to feel her wrapped about his cock one last time, milking him with her tail as she placed tender kisses and nibbles at the edges of his throbbing head. How he wished to hear her celestial voice praise him as his body convulsed in the throws of the climax she had pulled forth from him.
The opening of the door was an unwelcome bucket of cold water to his thoughts and with a loud squeak, Ken brought his hands to his crotch to hide the evidence of his selfish desires. Sheepishly, he turned his head towards the new presence, shame heavy in his expression. Zuma had returned to check on his former barkeep it seemed, a profound scowl hanging across his face.
"Z—Zuma, I'm so sor—"
"Don't… Just Don't." The tone of Zuma's voice felt like glass shards slowly digging into Ken's heart, cutting deeper and deeper with each racing beat. "You'll have to pay for the items you broke and you're done for the night…"
"Only… tonight?"
"Someone assaulted your charge under your watch, it certainly isn't a good look and neither is beating a drunk customer's face in, Ken…. but—"
Ken finally brought his eyes up to meet Zuma's, a look of shocked hope plastered upon his face.
"— this is your first fuck up and Granny rather enjoyed your… handling of the man, apparently. She kept bouncing back and forth between telling him he was forever banned for attacking one of the staff and laughing her ass off about getting his shit kicked in by a 'string bean.'"
With a soft chuckle, Ken suddenly didn't have an issue with that nickname anymore.
"Don't smile, you're still up shit creek. You'll be on tank cleaning duty for the next couple of months as a punishment. For now, you can chill out in here til you're ready to leave, just make sure to slip out the back so no one is reminded of the feral stick bug we keep on staff."
The chuckle that followed was much higher pitched and emanated from behind Zuma's back, sending a wonderful shiver down Ken's spine. Rolling his eyes, Zuma produced the hidden merfolk and pointed a finger from his freehand at her accusingly. "And you shouldn't be enjoying this so damn much. You need to keep better eye out for customers that need to be cut off before you go swimming up to them."
Defiantly, she placed her hands on her hips and gave the manager a rather sour scowl. "How dare you! I'm the victim here!"
With another roll of his eyes, Zuma let out a long sigh before leaning down to hand her off to Ken. "Sure, and I'm a two meter tall leprechaun. Regardless, You're both benched for the evening so figure this shit out before my bar turns into the wild fucking west again."
Ken's heart skipped a beat as he felt her slither into his palm, it just felt so right. Both of them gave a nod towards Zuma as he excused himself, the quiet quickly returning to the room as each took a moment to consider their next step. As always, it was Momo to take the lead.
She draped her tail down over his palm, letting it hang before it wrapped about his wrist just tight enough to feel his pulse against the sensitive frills of her fins. Laying back, she spread the rest of herself out to fill the entirety of his hand, quite happy to let herself be on display for his wandering eyes.
"Tell me, What happened out there, Ken?"
Ken let his hand rest in his lap so she couldn't feel the still present tremor in his arms. "I… I don't know. He hurt you and I just… I…"
"This is not the first time some perv has tried something or the last time some asshole is going to do something so stupid. What was that?" Her words pulled at him as she gently writhed into his palm, letting just a hint of her toxin soak into the craven skin beneath her.
His breathing was becoming ragged again as he looked down at her, flashes of intimate moments and the fight from earlier mixing unpleasantly in the back of his mind. "It is my job to protect you and I failed… and I just lost it. I wanted nothing else but to see him suffer for even thinking of hurting you."
She waved her arm towards him, the indents from the bite now long gone. "He surprised me is all. I got him back for it, don't you worry. You could have waited for Zuma to grab him … why did you need to do what you did?"
Ken's eyes fluttered as the beginning tinglings of her toxin began to encroach on his brain, the adrenaline oversensitivity only adding fuel to the growing fire. He could feel the tremble now in his jaw as he tried to not give in. "Because… because you're my responsibility… my coworker… my friend…You're Mi—" Ken caught the last part in his throat. He had no right of claim over her, no more than an astronomer had claim over the stars. Ken needed to remember his place before he overstepped and she discarded him for the next handler who wouldn't have such silly notions.
Momo sought to punish him it seemed. Her delicate fingers danced over the pebbled flesh of her breasts, a long low moan slipping out that he could not only hear but feel as she continued to meld into his palm. The grip of her tail tightened harshly about his wrist and Ken's mind became a symphony of begging voices, each calling out to her to let him once more partake of her divine nectar.
"Mmmm is that all I am? You're my good boy and I'm just a friend?" She reached up, folding one of his fingertips down towards her mouth so she could gently bite along the edge. Each nibble felt like fire as she teased him and he could feel the toxin coursing like magma through his veins.
"J—just… Perfect… A-Amazing… Divine…" Ken hunched forward over his lap in an attempt to hide her from the world, "And M-.. Mi-…" His breathing was heavy with lust and he could feel the press of his length against the back of his hand.
"Say it for me, Ken. I need to hear it." She continued to deliver kisses to the bite marks that littered his digit, groaning out his name between each flick of her tongue. With one hand still teasing a perked nipple, Ken watched greedily as she parted the lips of her core with the other and felt an unending jealousy for the finger she slipped inside. "Please Ken… Please."
She was cruel in her own incredible way, of that he had no doubt. She knew exactly how to tease him, how to get her way, and how to make him pliable. With the adrenaline and toxin running rampant, Ken gave in to the obsession he had been trying so hard to hide.
"Mine… O goddess, Please be mine. Let me worship you and praise you. Let me taste you and be devoured by you. I'll give you anything, I'll do anything. Just please be mine." His jaw twitched with each raspy breath, his body quivering as her celestial poison put every nerve on edge.
"Close your eyes for me and lean back. "
Ken followed the order without question, darkness enveloping him as he pressed himself into the soft cushion at his back. The sudden absence of her weight in his palm caused a whimper to slip from between his lips but he would not go searching for her in defiance of her command. In that moment, he felt cold, adrift in an endless sea without her there to keep him afloat. Another shiver crawled its way up his spine, forcing him to speak out in a meager squeak, "M-Miss Ayase…?"
"Such a silly boy… Pretty boy… Foolish boy." Her voice came from everywhere, blanketing him in the teasing tenderness of her tone.
Ken gasped at her weight suddenly upon his collarbone, her tail wrapped about his neck. He could feel the heat of her arousal pressed against his Adam's apple and the slickness of her excitement dripping down his throat. Her mouth was at his ear, teeth biting along the lobe as he whimpered out against every touch.
He went to speak but felt her tighten her grasp, catching the words before they could escape.
"How dare you think I would do this for any other… how dare you think I would want anyone else." She bit down hard on the skin of his neck just below the ear and lapped at the small drops of blood it produced. "You belong to me and only me. My sweet boy… My good boy."
Ken's fingers dug into the cushion at his sides, the torrent of sensations reducing him to a quivering mess of whimpering and silent pleading for more. His breathing remained gently restricted by the strength of her tail and he reveled in the ethereal cocktail of her venom and the control she kept over him.
"And I shall be yours." The biting down his neck continued, Momo rather intent on leaving marks that would serve to brand him forever as hers. "To praise… To love… To touch…" Her tongue lapped at the salted skin and she quivered with delight at the flavor of him. Finally, she loosened her tail and allowed him to speak.
Ken gasped loudly, a gravely groan tearing through his throat as he writhed beneath her affections. "O goddess, please… I need you… Please! …"
Once again the tail tightened, his body stiffening in response. He prayed that she would hold him in this limbo state forever if it meant she'd never let go. He'd struggle to breath til the end of time if it came with the promise of her body pressed so firmly against his.
"Mmmm my begging boy… O how I love you." She took her sweet time, placing a kiss on every single bit of his collarbone as he continued to unravel beneath her. The pulsing veins of his neck sent wonderful shudders of pleasure through her as she basked in his absolute trust of her, his willingness to give in to her each and every whim. "Let me see you… show me how badly you need me."
The complexity of a belt buckle was beyond him as his hands scrambled to remove the barrier between her eyes and the aching length he had been doing all he could to not think about. Her sultry giggle as she buried her face into his neck to hide her delight only made his hands tremble more, but eventually he was successful. The cold air of the room bit at the burning eagerness of his flesh, his cock throbbing along with each beat she could feel against her form.
She brought herself upwards, gingerly kissing along his trembling lower lip as her form began to shimmer and her grasp about his neck released.
Ken's mind was in shambles. Her toxin refused to let the adrenaline subside, it kept every nerve on a knife's edge, and he was desperate for it. He was in heaven. With his eyes still shut, he drank in the sensation of her body growing against his. Only he was blessed with knowing this version of her and each time she had revealed it to him, he had treated her with complete reverence.
In no time she was straddling him, her knees digging into the cushions at each side as she rest herself upon his thighs. Her mouth was upon his before he could utter a word, her tongue invading and breaking what little remaining ability at rational thought he had. He could taste the iron of his blood upon her lips so delightfully mixed with the smoked honey hints of her venom and he was going to go mad. She was trying to kill him, doing all she could to short circuit every last synapsis in his brain…. but she wasn't done with him yet.
She broke away from his mouth as she wrapped a hand around his member, slowly beginning to stroke up and down his length as she lavished his neck with more bites meant to mark. "Will you cum for me, my needy boy?"
Unable to control the wanton thrusting of his hips into her grasp, Ken lay his head back to give her full access to his throat. "I will, Goddess… please let me cum for you." He wanted to cry as she released him from her grasp, a pitiful whimper slipping out before he felt her shift forward in his lap. His eyes shot open as the warmth of her awaiting lips spread over the head of his cock. He had defied her but how could he resist looking upon Aphrodite given form as she slid herself fully down onto him until their hips pressed tightly together. She lifted her head and their eyes met.
Her voice wavered as she did her best to contain her own moans for the moment, sharp teeth biting into her lower lip as she savored the heat of him buried deep within her. "Good, but not until you've earned it." She placed her hands upon his shoulders, slowly lifting her form from him before slamming them back together. No longer restraining herself, she let the stream of moans pour forth from her mouth as she rode him.
Ken's hands moved to her waist, holding her tightly as he railed his hips upwards to meet with hers in each descent. "Please… O fucking please, Goddess!"
He'd scream it to the heavens louder if she didn't silence him once more with her mouth. Their moans fought as their tongues once more intertwined, Momo pressing his shoulders back into the couch as she pinned him there to give her better leverage as she rutted herself into him.
Ken's mind continued to unravel beneath her touches, shattering into pieces with each sensation she chose to bless him with. Her claws at his shoulders dug in as she conquered him, his cries for more caught against the invasion of her tongue into his mouth. Each strike of their hips together sent thunderous shocks of pleasure through his form that threatened to unmake him at any moment. Her toxin would drag him to the brink of insanity and he would eagerly jump if she would only ask. He'd be her servant and her priest, her lover and her fuck toy. It wouldn't matter as long he was hers and she continued to treat and abuse him in such euphorically divine ways. His body would be eternally hers to do with what she wished.
Only for a moment, she broke the kiss, perhaps to let him gasp for breath or just so she could hear him cry out to her again and again. It didn't matter for his mouth went elsewhere immediately. Burning kisses of devotion rained upon her bosom as his mouth sought to praise each inch of seraphic skin. His breath was a conflagration of need as it poured forth over her pebbled nipples, his toxin sodden brain struggling to connect words together. His voice was low and with each bounce of her hips, she could her a pleading whine in it that sent lovely shivers through her body.
"G-goddess… M…Miss…Ayase… P…Please… I…I..."
It was clear for her to see that he was at his wit's end. Desperation hung on every struggled word and his skin beneath her touch threatened to ignite. Her toxin would break him if she wanted it to and he would do nothing to stop her.
Her hand shot to the back of his neck, fingers entwined in his bouncing curls as she yanked his head back to once more press her mouth to his. All he could do was groan, crying out in delicious agony, letting the sensation of her control add fuel to the firestorm that was his mind.
She could feel the twitch in his girth beginning, signaling that he was close. Part of her wanted to stop, to stall his climax just for a moment to listen to him beg more… but this was supposed to be a reward.
He had admitted his need for her and she aimed to praise him for finally giving her what she truly wanted. Him. All of Him. Not just his body but his heart and his soul.
She broke the kiss, mouth moving to his ear as she whispered through gasping moans, "Cum for me, Ken." Her mouth pecked across his cheek as she drank in the sight of him on the verge of climax. O how she loved to watch the elation spread across his face as he reached his limit.
Ken cried out, breathlessly gasping as she gave him permission to finally experience that perfect little death. Pinning her hips against his, he felt the surge of his cum burst forth within her and his body convulsed in ecstasy. Waves of pleasure tore through him, strengthened by the mental hold her toxin had on him. It made every little sensation feel like a raging forest fire and each time he felt his cock throb, he groaned again and again. He collapsed back into the couch, gasping for breath with his head slung backwards over the cushion.
Momo continued her gentle kisses along his jaw as she teased him with a wriggle of her hips, savoring the whimpers it elicited from him. "My good boy… my pretty boy…"
His jaw twitched beneath her affections, Ken wholly unable to speak as his mind refused to be put back together again. With a gentle nibble to his ear lobe, Momo nuzzled her face into his neck, murmuring softly against his marked skin. "My protector… my Ken."
She'd let him rest for now, he had earned this moment of reprieve. It wouldn't be long until Zuma returned and though she enjoyed the effervescent blush of Ken's cheeks every time they got caught, his night had been shocking enough already…
There they sat, Momo savoring the feeling of his seed buried deep within her as Ken struggled to regain whatever grasp of sanity he could find. Moments passed as she reveled in it, taking in the view of her lover so willfully sundered beneath her.
Ken's voice was soft at first, words still quivering with aftershocks as he felt himself slowly withdraw from her, his hands finally loosening against her hips. "M-May I make you cum now, Miss Ayase…?"
Then again she pondered, Zuma was wise enough by now to know not to just come barging in, right?