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She struggled uselessly against her bonds, desperately trying to break free of the thick, coarse rope tied tightly about her wrists and ankles, keeping her pinned down on her knees on the beach as she awaited her fate. Sand and tiny shells bit into her legs as she struggled, watching nervously as the ocean's waves continued to slowly claw their way towards her, creeping ever closer with each passing minute.
They’d tied her up here hours ago, weaving flowers in her hair and smearing her skin with scented lotions in the hopes of appeasing the wrath of the one her village had wronged. She’d shrieked and struggled until the head priest had finally had enough of her protests, striking her twice and leaving her dazed as they finished erecting the rest of the structure designed to keep her wrists suspended high above her head and house the oil lamps that now glowed brightly in the dark night, lighting the Sea God’s way to this newest sacrifice.
She had stopped struggling so wildly once they had lit those lamps, terrified that they might fall and catch upon the ridiculously embroidered robe they’d draped about her naked form, leaving it open just enough to bare her breasts to the sea, making it obvious what she had been meant to be. She’d watched as they had dragged a pair of white stags into the churning ocean, slaughtering them and turning the waves red with their blood, alerting the denizens of the Deep of their attempts to right the wrong that had been committed by members of their village.
Pausing her struggles, she allowed herself to slump forward, panting in exhaustion as her wrists and arms burned from her failed efforts to free herself, staring out at the still sea, wondering if something was indeed out there … watching her. The priests were long gone, declaring the beach a forbidden area, not wishing to risk further angering the Sea God if he were to come to inspect the gift they had left for him.
Three days ago, two of their village’s idiot fishermen had gotten the brilliant idea to fish just a little bit further from shore than their people usually did. Oh they had pleaded and swore they had no idea how far they had gone, that they had been wholly ignorant to just how badly they had violated the carefully drawn boundaries between the human world and that of the Deep but it did not matter. What had been done, was done.
As they had set out their nets, something had become entangle in them, threatening to break the careful knots and spoil their trip. The fools, assuming it had been one of the many dolphins or sharks that often plagued their efforts in the bay, had used their spears and harpoons to kill it, never thinking to check what it might have been before bloodying the struggling creature. When the thrashing had stopped they’d finally pulled their catch up … only to discover they had entangled and killed one of the Sea God’s favored people. A young one at that. Barely more than a child.
The fishermen had panicked, tossing the dead Lemurian overboard before fleeing back to the village, hoping their deed would go unnoticed.
It had not.
That night the Sea had risen to terrifying heights, tearing their carefully crafted piers and boardwalks from the land, dragging those too foolish to run from the rapidly receding waters under.
For two days the sea had torn through their lands. Hurling their boats from its waters and swallowing any who ventured near. Storms raged, hail and lightning battered their homes until none were left unscathed.
Finally the pair of fishermen had come forward to admit what they had done, pleading with the priests for their lives, swearing they had not known.
The priests had been troubled. The death of any Lemurian was a problem. The death of what had clearly been a child even more so.
The two fishermen had been left for the Sea God to deal with the night before. Their twisted and mangled corpses tossed back to shore hours later and yet the storms had raged on, a clear message that their deaths had done nothing to assuage the Sea God’s anger.
By the afternoon the storms had stilled, though the ocean continued to seethe, snatching any who ventured too close. A clear warning that while the Sea God was willing to give them another chance … his anger still burned hot and deadly.
The priests had all gone out, drawing in the sand and talking amongst themselves, trying to divine what more the Sea God wanted from them. The consensus was that he wanted a replacement for the child taken from his waters. The fisherman had admitted to killing a young female Lemurian. Though they had described her as a child of perhaps no more than ten, the priests had decided to try offering the Deep someone a bit older. If the Sea God refused, they reasoned, they could always institute a lottery system to determine which family would provide the needed child next.
And so now here she was. As an orphan raised by those self-same priests she had been an ideal first choice for sacrifice. If the Sea chewed her up and spit her back out like it had with the fisherman the night before, then it would be up to the villagers to offer one of their own. The village elders had agreed that they would sacrifice however many they needed until their debt to the Sea was repaid but everyone had been eager to offer her up first, someone with no family to fight for her, to complain over the unfairness of it all.
She sighed, glancing up at her hands as they hung from the cruel ropes. Taking in a deep breath she sat up straighter, wrapping her hands around the ropes, preparing to begin her struggles anew when something caught her eye, making her freeze.
The encroaching tide was nearly to her knees now, close enough that she could feel the coolness of the water as it lapped at the flared edges of her robe. Just beyond, the moonlight was catching on something in the waves … a flash of metal on a dark shadow moved among the waters, creeping closer.
Her mouth went dry as she watched the sinewy form slip past the breakwater, letting the waves carry it ever closer.
She couldn’t make out the creature’s form but when it was a stone's throw away she caught sight of cerulean scales as a long, powerful tail broke through the tops of the waves before slipping back down into the dark water, the horizontal fluke slapping against the surface with a loud, thunderous crack.
Her hands fisted as she unconsciously leaned back, trying to put a bit of distance between herself and the sea, cursing softly as the ropes about her limbs stilled her retreat.
The first touch of the waves caressed her bare knees as the figure finally broke the surface a few yards out from her, shaking dripping hair from its eyes as it rose, peering down at her with a hard, angry gaze.
To her surprise, he approached her in a human form, wispy white fabric shifting about him as he slipped free of the sea. He was tall, taller than she expected as he paced around her, pausing for a moment to contemplate the robe they’d draped over her naked body.
“You are not what I demanded.” He growled, eyes narrowed in anger as he stared down at her.
She licked lips gone dry, desperately fighting the urge to shrink back from him.
“I’m all they had.” She replied brazenly, forcing herself to meet his piercing gaze evenly.
He hissed in irritation, turning away to peer back towards her village, clearly considering his next move.
“Please.” She forced herself to say, noting the way he stiffened at the sound of her voice. “Those fishermen, they were idiots and they got what they deserved. But don’t … it wasn’t any of our children’s fault what happened. They don’t deserve to suffer … anymore than the one who died did.”
Annoyance twisted the Sea God’s regal features, his gaze slashing back towards her.
“If someone still has to pay to settle the debt, let it be me and leave the rest of the village alone.” She continued, pleading with him. “They know what happened was wrong and will ensure it won’t happen again. I promise.”
They studied each other for a long while, the tide continuing to creep in, dancing over her legs and lap now, making her gasp and press her knees together more firmly, trying to protect the sensitive flesh between her legs from the chilly water.
Something brushed through her hair and she jerked, startled to realize that during her brief distraction, the Sea God had somehow managed to close the distance between them, his hand hovering just above her. Moonlight reflected off his sharp nails and for a terrible moment she recalled the mangled corpses of the fisherman who had washed up the night before.
“You struggled all afternoon to free yourself of this fate and yet now you tell me to take you instead of the others.” The man mused, his gaze turning slightly confused. “Which is it?”
She glanced up at the ropes binding her wrists, tugging on them uselessly. “This isn’t exactly comfortable.” She admitted, blinking in surprise as her words earned her a soft chuckle from the being at her side.
She watched as he knelt beside her, seemingly uncaring of the chilly waters that swirled between them. He reached out, his sharp nails running along her collarbone and over the swell of her breast, drawing her attention back to how the priests had dressed her, leaving her bared to the Sea … making it very clear that she was its to do with as it pleased.
“Stop …” She protested, trying to lean away from his touch but the ropes had gone taunt, holding her in place.
A dark smirk curled the corners of his lips, telling her he was very aware of her inability to escape his touch, his nails ghosting downwards, gently circling her nipple before brushing over it, making her gasp as he cruelly curled his finger, nicking her sensitive flesh with the sharp point of his nail. A drop of blood beaded up where he had cut her, glimmering darkly in the moonlight.
She gasped as he leaned forward, his mouth latching onto her breast. She felt the warning press of teeth against her flesh when she tried to twist away from him and forced herself to still, shifting nervously as she felt the sinful slither of his tongue against her nipple, licking and sucking at the small hurt.
He moved with her, his larger form leaning over hers, casting her in its shadow as he finally pulled away, peering down at her with a burning intensity that threatened to suck all the air from her lungs.
“There is still a debt to be paid.” He said, his hand coming up to catch her chin, forcing her head back as he stared down at her. “Your people took one of our children. We would have her returned.”
Her lips parted in confusion as he descended upon her, his tongue slipping between her lips, flicking along her own as kissed her. She groaned as he feasted on her lips, her own tongue pressing against his. He tasted like salt and blood and she whined softly as she felt his hand drift down her back, forcing her up into the bruising kiss.
It was intense and she shuddered as he pressed down on her more, making the ropes about her wrists burn as she supported not only her own weight but his. Wincing, she twisted, trying to break the contact between them and relieve the pressure on her arms.
The God of the Sea merely chuckled, pulling back just enough to watch as she twisted in his hold. The tide was halfway up her legs now and she found herself slipping as the wet sand shifted beneath her.
Reaching up, he brushing her hair back from her face with mock gentleness. “Struggle all you want, little human.” He whispered, his gaze turning predatory as he peered down at her. “But you’re mine now.”
She gasped as his fingers plucked at the tie that held her robe closed, easily cutting through the silk and pulling the fabric open to bare her body completely to his gaze.
“What … what are you going to do with me?” She asked, watching with growing dread as his hand trailed down over the soft flesh of her trembling stomach. She recalled how the fisherman had been found torn open, gutted like fish, their entrails left for the gulls and crabs.
He hummed softly, his fingers dipping lower between her thighs, making her gasp as he forced her legs apart, baring her to the chilly waters that lapped around them.
“I told you. There is still a debt that must be paid.” He murmured, his fingers teasing the folds of her most secretive of places.
She murmured a wordless protest, trying to back away from his seeking fingers even as they slipped between her flesh, his nails catching at the entrance to her body. She froze as she realized just how easily he could carve his way into her if he wanted to.
“I … I don’t understand.” She gasped, peering up at him.
He laughed, shaking his head as he continued to tease her, watching as she forced herself to remain still lest she accidentally cut herself on his sharp nails. Finding her infinitely less amusing frozen still as she was, he drew the back of his hand higher, brushing against the apex of her folds, watching as she jerked, as though he’d touched her with a bit of lightning as his knuckles bumped against her hidden clit.
Better. He thought to himself as he caught the edge of her hood with his thumb, pulling it upwards just enough for the little pearl of flesh hidden within to peak out. Her chin had dropped as she watched his hand, frowning when he splashed some of the cool sea water against it, making her gasp and jerk, wholly unprepared for the way her body reacted to the feeling of something touching that tiny bundle of nerves.
He chuckled, splashing it again before curling his fingers down, brushing his own skin against it until she was writhing against her bonds, begging him to stop as she tried to make sense of what was happening. She was torn between fear and a relentless budding desire … wanting him to stop and yet, strangely, craving more.
“Please!” She gasped, desperately trying to press her legs closed as she felt something building within her. “Please, God of the Sea or …. whatever I’m supposed to call you … just …. please .”
“Rafayel.” He growled, pressing harder on her clit and watching as her back arched as he wrung a ragged cry from her. He drummed his fingers over his new toy, watching in dark delight as she twisted and shuddered. “You may refer to me as Rafayel while you repay your people’s debt to me.”
Her eyes were wide and frantic as they met his. Smirking he leaned forward, giving in to the urge to claim her swollen lips once more, swallowing her cries as he worked her clit ruthlessly, tilting her hips so that the sea slapped against her bared pussy as he forced her over the edge, supporting her weight as her body arched and she came, the cool sea water washing away the slick that dripped from her as she stared blankly up at the night sky.
“Good girl.” He murmured, pulling back to stare down at her, admiring the way her breasts heaved as she struggled for breath, her hard nipples pointing upwards as though offering themselves to him.
When the first hints of awareness came back to her eyes he pulled away fully, rising up to tower over her.
“Open that pretty mouth.” He commanded, his tone hard, broking no argument. She hesitated for a moment but when he reached for her hair she did as she was told, parting her lips meekly as he caught her long, thick locks in his hand, pressing her lips against the thin, ephemeral material about his waist. He felt her surprised murmur as he slotted the length of his thick cock between her parted lips, pulling her upwards to force her mouth to slip along it, relishing in the feel of her warm breath and the rough drag of the cloth along his aching member.
His fingers tightened in her hair at the back of her neck, forcing her up and down along his length, pressing his hips against her parted lips as though she were no more than some tool to be for his own pleasure. Her hot mouth felt heavenly, a sharp contrast to the rapidly cooling air around them.
Groaning, he finally pulled her back, holding her still as he plucked at the jeweled clasps that held the fabric in place, letting it fall away and freeing himself. He enjoyed the way her eyes widened as she caught sight of his cock, lips parting in surprise as he forced her face back towards him.
“Worship it.” He snarled.
She blinked up at him, clearly unsure of what he wanted but he waited, curious to what she would do. She trembled in his hold as her gaze dropped down to the swollen flesh before her, hesitantly leaning forward and pressing her lips against it once again.
He hummed in pleasure. “More.” He demanded.
He watched her swallow nervously but she obliged, pressing a few tentative kisses to his shaft before parting her lips wider and mouthing along his cock’s length as he had forced her to do a few moments before. He groaned softly as her lips glided along his aching flesh, teasing him with her hummingbird fast breaths as she panted against him.
“Use your tongue.” He urged, hissing in pleasure as she obeyed, pressing her tongue against his cock as she slowly worked along his shaft.
He tugged gently at her hair, demanding she move higher towards the flushed head, obligingly tilting it downwards for her when it became obvious her bindings wouldn’t allow her to reach the top. He chuckled as he tapped her lips with the head of his cock, making her face scrunch up in surprise as she got her first taste of him, his precum smearing across her lips.
“I hope you like it.” He teased. “You’ll be tasting a lot more of it soon.”
She glared up at him as he forced his cock between her lips, thrusting shallowly into the sinful heat of her mouth.
“Watch your teeth.” He warned, thrusting in slowly, testing to see just how much she could take.
Her head tilted back, tongue pressing against the bottom of his dick as he worked himself in and out of her mouth, pausing when the head of his cock bumped against the back of her throat, making her jerk and gag around him.
“Shhhh.” He whispered, gently carding his hands through her hair as she struggled to regain control of herself. “Just a little more.” He urged, pulling back and reangling his dick to allow it to slide part way down her throat. She tensed and struggled in his hold, clearly panicking as he began to cut off her airway.
Laughing softly he pulled back, letting her get a deep breath before pushing in again, forcing her to learn to time her breaths with his thrusts. She wasn’t anyway near taking the whole of him but he didn’t mind. Her tongue sliding along his dick, the way her throat closed so deliciously about the fat head of his cock … it was enough.
For now.
With a groan he felt his control beginning to slip and his grip on her hair tightened once again, forcing her to meet his thrusts.
“Should I make you swallow my offering or would you prefer to have me paint it on you so that everyone knows who you belong to now?” He growled, watching as her eyes widened as she stared up at him. He chuckled as she struggled to pull away from him, unable to tell him which she preferred with his cock working itself in and out of her mouth.
It didn’t matter. He already knew which he preferred.
With a snarl he jerked her forward, sliding further down her throat as he came, forcing her to take his release deep into her body.
She twisted in his hold but he held tight, keeping her still as his head fell back, gasping as he released the pressure that had been tormenting him these last few days.
With a soft sigh he pushed her back, allowing her to slip free of his cock. She coughed, glaring up at him as she struggled to catch her breath, her lips swollen and bruised from his ministrations. He laughed, running his nails along her cheek, his eyes raking over her bound, bared form.
“You’re a worthy substitute.” He decided, his voice heavy with satisfaction as he stepped back, glancing at the ocean.
She peered up at him, eyes narrowed slightly as she tried to figure out what he meant. The water was now up to her waist, jerking her gently back and forth as the tide moved in and out, her bonds crackling and snapping as they struggled to keep her in place despite the sea’s determination to pull her under.
“So you’ll leave the village alone?” She demanded.
He cocked his head, reaching up to drag his talons along the ropes at her wrist, slicing through them cleanly.
“Once you have fulfilled the debt, yes.” He replied, watching as her arms dropped heavily, making her wince as she scrambled to free her ankles.
She frowned, peering up at him. “How do I … do that?” She asked as she worked the wet knots, tossing them away in disgust.
Rafayel grinned, reaching back with a cupped hand. A large wave crashed over them, making her squeal in terror as the water rushed up over her chest, the strong undercurrent pulling her across the sand out towards the sea. She clawed at the sand, desperate to keep herself firmly on land but the water seemed to catch and tug at the now drenched robe she wore, trapping her beneath the heavy fabric.
As she was dragged backwards away from the wooden structure the priests had erected to keep her trapped as the Sea God’s sacrifice she realized a terrifying finality.
She was going to die.
Arms suddenly wrapped about her, pulling her against a firm body and she snarled, kicking desperately against the creature at her back. Her heels skated along smooth scales and she paused, getting a mouth full of seawater as a strong tail slapped into the back of her legs, driving them both forward with a strong thrust.
Her head broke the surface and she grunted as she was unceremoniously dropped down onto the sandy beach, a few steps away from the cursed structure they had tied her to. The receding waves tugged annoyingly at her robes and she shucked it off, kicking the ruined fabric away so that she wouldn’t become tangled in it.
A large form loomed up above her and she froze, staring up as the Sea God … Rafayel, she reminded herself, settled himself above her, watching her intently with eyes that had bled fully to blue.
She gasped in shock as she took him in. He was beautiful … but terrifying as well. Small blue scales were scattered across his collarbone and neck, glowing softly against the dark of the night. Her gaze dipped lower, tracing down the strong plane of his chest and stomach to take in the line of scales that marked the start of his tail. It angled low along his abdomen and she swallowed, noting the pair of long elegantly rayed fins that framed a strip of tiny, delicate scales that were darker than the rest, a glittering midnight blue cradled between the two quivering pelvic fins that flexed and flared, brushing against her hip bones and thighs, making her shiver at their delicate, trembling touch.
“What do you want from me?” She demanded, tearing her gaze away from that mesmerizing tail to meet his simmering gaze.
Rafayel’s head tilted, his eyes narrowing slightly as his free hand slipped up over her side, his fingers caressing the firm curve of her breasts. “Your people took a child from us.” He murmured, his fingers dancing over the still stinging nipple he had pricked, making her gasp. “The debt will be paid when you return one to us.”
She frowned, her gaze darting back up to meet his. “But I’m not …”
He chuckled darkly, his tail shifting, pressing firmly against the juncture of her legs, making her gasp at the slide of scales against her throbbing pussy.
“No … I can’t …” She gasped as the realization of what he intended to do struck her, reaching down to push uselessly against that heavy tail that slowly undulated against her. As she struggled against the heavy weight of him, she felt something brush against the outside of her legs, his lower rayed fins fanning out over her ankles, adding weight to keep her effectively trapped beneath him even as the scales along his hips caught and pricked against her exposed pussy.
Rafayel lowered himself, pressing his stomach against her own as he hissed in her ear.
“You can.” He promised her darkly, his hand slipping beneath her, tilting her hips up, exposing her still aching clit to the slow slither of his scaled tale, making her cry out softly as she felt that strange coil of pleasure building back up in her gut as she began to pant.
“Rafayel …” She pleaded, pushing at his shoulders as he chuckled.
“I give you this one final chance.” He murmured, pulling back, his tail lifting away from her aching flesh, allowing the cool ocean waters to flow between them as he stared down at her. “If you will not pay the debt between us then the priests must offer a child of their own to the Deep. Choose.”
She sobbed softly, shaking her head in frustration knowing that she could never make that decision, that he had effectively given her no choice at all.
He was silent for a long while, letting her make up her mind.
Finally she drew in a shuddering breath, meeting his gaze angrily. “Do what you need to.” She growled.
His smirk was infuriating but she noted the pleased look in his eyes as he caught her wrist, pulling her hand down until it rested upon those midnight blue scales between the twitching fins.
“If this is your choice … then urge it out.” He demanded, letting his hand fall away as she frowned, peering down at where her fingers lingered.
“I don’t …” She paused, noticing that his scales here felt warmer than the rest. A wave slapped against them, causing him to shift slightly under her touch, making her realize that the line of scales wasn’t as perfectly unbroken as she had thought.
Swallowing thickly she let her fingers trace over those scales, gasping softly as the scales began to part beneath her touch, letting her fingers dip in lightly between them.
She glanced up at Rafayel, seeking assurance and he nodded slowly, watching as she pushed a bit harder, murmuring in surprise as her finger tips slipped between the small scales, dipping into a hidden slit between the two elegant fins. She watched as the scales closed about her fingers as they slipped in deeper, encased in soft, hot flesh.
“Will this hurt you?” She asked, gently sliding her fingers down, testing the length and depth of his slit.
He shook his head negatively, reaching down to grasp her wrist and push her fingers in deeper still.
She gasped as her fingers bumped against something inside of that slit, freezing as she stared up at him. Rafayel chuckled, dipping down to brush his lips across her temple. “Stroke it.” He ordered, tugging sensually at her wrist, his fingers slipping up and down, squeezing ever so gently. “Like this.”
Taking in a shuddering breath she did as he commanded, twisting her hand slightly to allow her fingers to slip along the sides of the hidden bit of flesh tucked away its warm sheath. She felt the thing shift, twitching slightly in response to her touch. It was hot and slick and slid easily between her fingers as she gently teased it between them. She felt along the base of it, noting where it seemed to be slipping free from deeper in his body before stroking her fingers up along the length a few more times, watching as Rafayel’s eyes closed, his breath turning more shallow as she worked him.
She frowned slightly as her ring finger bumped against a second bit of flesh on one of her downstrokes but, before she could explore that one further, Rafayel shifted, dragging his tail upwards, making her fingers slip free of his slit as he hovered it just above her face.
“Lick.” He growled, glaring down at her, his eyes dark with need.
She gasped as he lowered himself, the fins on either side of his slit fanning out to drape across the sides of her face, trapping her in a cocoon. Hesitantly she reached up, slipping her hands between those trembling fins so that she could use her thumbs to spread his slit wide, allowing her to get her first glimpse of the angry red flesh that was working its way free of its sheath thanks to her ministrations.
She’d seen her fair share of human cocks and this was decidedly not one of them, she realized, her heart speeding up as she studied it. The nearly crimson head was pointed, almost spear shaped as it pushed its way between the midnight scales. Swallowing nervously she leaned upwards, using her thumbs to keep his slit open as she pushed her tongue into it, making him groan as her tongue pressed against the protrusion, licking along its bumpy length until she reached the pointed head, humming softly as she got her first taste of it. She was surprised to find it almost … sweet.
Humming thoughtfully she dipped down, repeating the motion, licking along his slit and dick, urging more and more of it free of the sheath as she mouthed around it as he had taught her. As his fins fluttered against her cheeks and neck in time to her licks, she began to lose track of time, content to let those delicate fins stroke against her even as she mouthed his cock, enjoying the salty-sweet taste of him. His cock was lined in small bumps and she tongued at them curiously, murmuring softly as he began to thrust against her lips, clearly enjoying the feel of her mouth on him.
When she shifted, trying to fit the head of his cock in her mouth he suddenly pulled away, making her frown as he shifted, pulling her up so that they lay face to face once more.
“Best not to do that.” He warned her, though his eyes glittered with mirth. “At least not with that one.”
She frowned slightly but before she could ask what he meant by “that one” he shifted, his tail once again pressing against her pussy and making her gasp.
“Are you ready to pay back the debt?” He asked, his gaze darkening as he slithered against her.
“Yes.” She breathed, peering down at the long red dick that lay against her stomach.
He reached down, pushing her legs apart as he shifted. She gasped as the pointed end of his cock caught against her entrance, forcing her flesh apart and pushing inside easily.
She let her head fall back, staring up into Rafayel’s eyes as his cock slid deeper into her. It bumped against something that made her wince and he paused, surprise flickering across his face as he pulled back slightly before pushing against it again experimentally, making her hiss in discomfort.
“You’ve not been with a man before?” He asked suddenly.
She flushed, turning her face away from his. “The ... the priests say that the God of the Sea prefers virgins .... so ... no, I haven't.” She murmured.
Above her Rafayel chuckled, bracing himself as he pulled back. “Well … while I appreciate the sentiment ... it’s time to change that, I think.”
She frowned, turning to peer up at him as he suddenly pushed forward. She yelped as she felt something snap within her, her hands gripping his forearms tightly as he stilled, allowing her a few moments to settle.
“What … what did you just do?” She demanded.
He chuckled, dipping down to lick along the seam of her lips. “I made you mine.” He growled, thrusting himself forward until he bumped into something deeper.
She clung to him, gasping as she adjusted to the feel of having something so deep inside of her. Swallowing she shifted her hips experimentally, whining softly as she felt his cock slide within her, shifting in response to her movement.
He chuckled, brushing his cheek against hers in a strangely affectionate manner. “Hold still.” He urged.
She did as he asked, gasping as she felt the pelvic fins on either side of his slit shift, pushing at the flesh around her pussy, holding it open as he shifted, tilting her hips up a bit so that his tail could rest more firmly between her legs.
“Ready?” He asked.
She glanced up at him in confusion and he smirked. Suddenly his dick shifted and pulled back, making her gasp as she felt it pull back out of her body, leaving only the head to tease against her entrance before it suddenly forced its way back into it, twisting viciously as it struck that soft, fleshy barrier deep inside.
She gasped, wincing at the pressure as it twisted against that spot before pulling back and repeating the motion, over and over again.
“What … what are you doing?” She demanded, panting against him as he forced her to take his demanding dick into her body again and again, its nubbed length catching and tugging at the ridges of her pussy with each twisting thrust.
Above her Rafayel had gone stiff, his face darkening as he worked himself in and out of her body. “Let … me … in…” He snarled, sharp teeth flashing as he pushed his tail more firmly against her.
She gasped, writhing in his hold, unsure of what he meant. He was already inside of her. His cock filling her up, a hot, twisting, angry thing as it beat against his insides. What more could he possibly want from her?
Suddenly Rafayel pushed in hard, his cock battering against her insides. She gasped at the pressure as the pointed head twisted and prodded at her sensitive flesh.
“Rafayel … stop …” She pleaded but he simply growled, his dick pressing harder and harder against her until suddenly, she felt something give and it slipped deeper inside.
She gasped, arching at the strange sensation as his dick pushed further forward, clawing at Rafayel’s arms as he sighed in relief.
“Take it out!” She demanded, panic starting to overtake her as she felt his dick pull back slightly only to thrust forward again, popping back into that sensitive place.
Above her Rafayel chuckled darkly, peering down at her. “No.” He replied simply, his back arching slightly as his dick began to thrust into her once more, its length ramming into her again and again as she sobbed and thrashed beneath him, forced to take everything he was giving her as he used her body for his own pleasure.
Suddenly she felt his dick still and she froze as well, momentarily confused. Tiny pinpricks of pain stung along her cunt and she gasped, jerking slightly only to realize that his cock was firmly stuck in her pussy.
“What is that?” She demanded.
Rafayel grunted softly, reaching down to pin her against him. “Stop moving.” He snarled warningly. “They’re spines … to keep my troublesome mate where she belong while I finish with her.”
She opened her mouth to protest, horrified at the thought of being speared on his dick like this, when she felt something thick press against the entrance to her cunt. Frowning, she glanced down, watching as his dick seemed to swell at its base, the bulge pushing against her tiny entrance, demanding it open wider to let it inside.
She gasped as it suddenly slipped inside, making the spines along his cock shift and press against her aching, swollen flesh as the thing worked itself further up into her. She felt it bump against the thing his cock had struggled to penetrate and felt her eyes widen as she finally realized what it was.
Her womb.
His dick was buried in her womb , keeping it spread open for whatever this thing was.
“No!” She gasped, beating her fist against his chest as she felt the bulge force its way through her cervix. It popped free, making her gasp as she felt something warm and heavy settle deep with her.
“What have you … oh my god. ” She panted as she felt him shift, his cock pulling back slightly, making the spines drag along the edges of her pussy as he began to thrust in and out of her again, the speared head of his cock never leaving her cervix and occasionally bumping against the thing he’d laid inside of her womb, nudging it further back, as thought seeking to make space for more .
“Rafayel please … please stop!” She begged as he began to fuck her again, whining as his hand dipped lower, his thumb brushing against her clit.
“Shhhh.” He whispered, licking at the tears that were gathering at the corners of her eyes. “Just a few more. You can take them.”
She arched as she felt the second egg press against the entrance to her battered pussy, forcing its way inside as Rafayel stilled once more, waiting as the egg worked its way down his length. His thumb flicked against her clit, pressing and rolling it until she was a panting begging mess.
“Do you want to come with the next one?” He whispered against her ear as the second egg popped into her womb, settling alongside the first as he shifted, beginning to fuck her once more.
“Rafayel …” She cried out, groaning as he worked her in time to his thrusts.
True to his word, he forced a second orgasm from her as the third egg forced its way deep inside of her.
She lay limply beneath him as she came down from her climax, watching as pleasure rippled over his face as he fucked a fourth and fifth egg into her limp body. She gasped as the fifth settled, reaching up to brush her hands across her slightly distended stomach.
“I can’t … I don’t think I can take anymore.” She protested as he began to fuck into her body once again.
Above her Rafayel winced, his handsome face pale and pinched as though finally tiring from the ordeal himself. “You can take one more.” He insisted, making her whine in protest as she felt her pussy forced open a final time, the egg slowly making its way down his length.
Unfortunately when it reached her cervix it stopped. She gasped as Rafayel snarled, his tail thrashing angrily as he pushed harder into her, trying to free the trapped egg, to force it into her already too full womb.
“There’s no more room!” She protested, her back arching as her womb clenched in pain as the eggs pushed against her flesh, forced to the side by the sixth egg that was demanding entrance.
Rafayel suddenly twisted and she yelped as she felt the egg pop free, settling into place along with the others.
She lay limply beneath him as he panted, hair damp with sweat at his temples as he peered down at her. Her fingers brushed over her distended stomach, staring at in dismay as the full realization of what he’d just done to her … what she’d allowed him to do her sank in.
“You’re going to make me bare your children …” She whispered, peering up at him in shock.
To her frustration he simply laughed, shifting as the spines along his dick retracted, allowing him to reposition himself slightly.
“A child for a child.” He reminded her darkly, reaching down to tilt her hips back up.
She felt her eyes widen as she felt something new brush against her aching pussy, suddenly recalling the second appendage she had felt before when trying to coax his dick out of its sheath.
“What …?” She gasped, wincing as Rafayel suddenly grabbed her forearms, pinning her down as she began to struggle to get away from this new torment.
“That one was for laying the eggs.” He told her dryly, his eyes glimmering with amusement. “Now they must be fertilized.”
She gasped, struggling against his hold as his first dick slipped back slightly, freeing up enough room for the second to slip in beneath it. She cried out as he pushed forward, forcing her open on both of them, her body writhing in both pleasure and pain as she was speared open. As before he moved inside of her, his tail pressed firmly against her cunt, keeping her trapped beneath him as he worked her open, his strokes slow but deliberate.
She let her eyes drift closed, gasping as both of his dicks surged in and out of her body, working in tandem to drive her out of her mind with pleasure. Blissfully the second dick seemed shorter than the first, stopping before her cervix, though the first one continued to penetrate it, forcing it open with each thrust, making the eggs within her shift and roll as he continued to fuck her.
Above her Rafayel panted in time with her, grunting as he worked himself in and out of her body.
She licked her lips and tilted her hips slightly, gasping as his scales caught on her clit. She ground against him shamelessly, desperate to come one last time before he forced more into her.
She felt his hand slid down her back, helping to lift her up, pressing her more firmly against his tail as his first cock stilled. She gasped as she felt it lift up slightly, the speared head prying open her cervix as the second cock began to spill its seed, pumping her full of Rafayel’s warm cum.
She sobbed softly against his shoulder as he tilted her hips more, using gravity to ensure his cum was dripping down into her open womb, thoroughly coating the gelatinous eggs he had forced into her.
He held her like that for a long while, his arms tightening warningly when she began to shift, trying to pull herself off the thick cocks that continued to pulsate between her legs.
She was beginning to fear that he would fuck her for a second time when his grip finally loosened, allowing her to drop back onto the cold sand as he pulled away, giving her a final view of his two thick cocks as they slipped free of his body, bobbing gently in the night air as he sighed in relief. They were still slightly swollen and glistened in the moonlight, coated in both her own slick and his cum. Curiously she slid down, glancing at him for permission before leaning forward to lick along his lower cock.
He growled softly as she did, lapping at the salty-sweetness left behind, cleaning him carefully before he gently pushed her back, cupping his sheath as his spent cocks slid back into place, protected once more by the midnight blue scales.
Flushing slightly at her forwardness she rolled onto her side, pushing herself up off the cold sand. She felt the eggs shift within her and gasped, her hand coming down to cup the bulge he’d left in her lower stomach.
Rafayel laughed softly, reaching down to help her sit up. “You’ll get used to it.” He replied, watching carefully as she shifted, testing the limits of her movement.
“How long until …” She asked nervously, glancing up at him.
He shrugged. “If you were Lemurian … a few months. I do not know how long it will take for them to develop in a human body.”
She frowned. “Wait … you’ve never done this with a human before?” She demanded.
He laughed, the sound cold and cruel as he peered down at her. “I have very little use for your kind.” He reminded her.
She huffed, brushing her hand over the eggs. “So once one of these comes out … our debt to you is paid?”
He nodded, reaching out to draw a taloned finger over her stomach. “Once you have given birth to a living Lemurian. Yes. The debt will be considered paid.”
She frowned slightly, glancing down. “What if … something happens to them?” She asked.
His snarl caught her by surprise and she flinched back as his tail thrashed in anger. “If those eggs die,” He warned her. “I’ll wipe your village from the face of the planet.”
She nodded quickly. “Keep the eggs safe. Got it.”
To her relief he pulled back, though she noted the low growl that continued to rumble in his chest as he contemplated her. “You’ll come back here every night.” He declared suddenly, making her frown.
“For what?” She demanded.
The hint of a smile tugged at his lips as his eyes roamed down over her body. “To make sure the eggs are well and properly fertilized.” He replied.
She gasped softly, her hand dropping to brush against her abused, aching pussy as she realized what he meant to do.
“You want me to let you do that to me again?” She demanded.
He chuckled, dragging her to him as his fingers teased along her cunt. “Of course.” He purred. “I’ll fuck my seed into you night after night until you’ve given the sea what its owed.”
She shuddered as his fingers dipped into her gaping pussy, scooping up some of his cum and forcing it between her lips. She met his gaze evenly as he repeated the motion force feeding her their combined spend, her heart racing as she prayed all of this would be enough to appease the capricious Sea God before her.
Though deep inside, she suspected he was never going to let her go.