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Tord should never have offered to help Edd when he asked him to take his boat out onto the local lake. "Look for the cove, he said. It'll be easy, he said. Tord had been searching for the better part of an hour and had seen absolutely nothing so far.
As soon as he's about to turn around, there's a soft glimmer from the mountain near it. He decides to take the chance and eventually finds the entrance. The inside walls don't glimmer from a gemstone, but from the reflections of the water. He slowly turns the engine down, not wanting to disturb the area too much. He finds a stake to tie the boat up.
A small section of rock sits near the back, empty and perfect for sitting. He sinks down with a huff, hands planted behind him as he extends his legs forward. The water ripples by the boat, but Tord ignores it, assuming it's a fish. He would not be wrong. Brunette hair pokes out of the water, slowly rising to reveal empty black eye sockets, aimed right at an unaware Tord. The frills around his neck flare, flashing up more and more as he gets closer.
The new person who rests on the rock looks nothing like the chubbier, seaweed colored human he'd been stalking. But he did look tastier. The human opens his eyes, suddenly locking eyes with him. Instead of running off, he leans his head over the water. Stupid.
The human dips his hand in the water, and the mysterious merman drags him in with him.
Tord fights for air, trying to rise to the surface before a webbed hand stops him. His face is grabbed, and air bubbles are blown into his mouth, allowing temporary breathing. Once he's calmed and breathing again with the help of the mysterious creature in front of him, he can't help but stare.
A beautiful merman, tail deep blue and scales bioluminescent. His eyes are black and absent, his face littered with the same scales as below. Fins sit along his neck and ears, as well as something similar to the frills on a lizard, resting around his neck as well. Pointed but dull nails poke along Tord's body, trying to inspect for whatever sick purpose he had.
Tord suddenly breaches the surface with the help of the merman, coughing and spluttering for air. The merman watches, slowly bringing his head above water to match him. Tord comes out of the water and onto the sliver of land. The merman below mimics his movements in the water, completely entranced by how the other moves.
"You can't do that to people... I just... I feel like I'm going insane. You're real, aren't you? You have to be real."
The creature responds with chitters, attempting to communicate. Tord watches in amazement, then sudden shock as it reaches for the shorts he's wearing. "Wait, hey, back up! Take me out to dinner first."
He isn't entirely sure what to do. How does one navigate a situation where you're not wearing very much and there is a very handsy and presumably very horny merman who won't leave?
The merman tries again, hand starting at the knee before gently touching the bottom of his shorts. The merman chirps pathetically, head resting on his thigh, and Tord can't help but want to give in. He pets the other's head, listening to what sounds like a purr erupt from his throat.
"Do you want them off?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. The merman nods fervently, so Tord obliges. The merman is not any happier to find a pair of tighter, smaller shorts on him. He chirps again, trying to raise a ruckus. Tord sighs again. "Can I at least know what you're trying to do?"
He watches as the merman attempts to communicate, giggling at his struggles. The merman points a nail at the other's stomach and then to a weird slit in his tail that he hadn't noticed before.
"Something about my stomach?" He asks, the merman nodding and chirping happily. He sighs, deciding maybe he'll give it a chance. He strips his boxers, and the merman drags his body back into the water. His body is pinned against the cove's walls, head kept above water so he won't drown.
He can barely see the merman, but can feel the webbed fingers caressing his body. He whimpers, squeaking as a hand comes up to his backside. The merman pokes his head above water, glaring at him for being noisy. "Sorry, sorry..."
The merman nods and sinks back below the water, caressing him up again. He does his best to sit still, but all that goes out the window when a tentacle reaches behind him. When Tord tries to talk, the merman rises to the top. His hand lies on both sides of the human's face. The frills along his neck fan out, making him whine as whatever courses through him finally reaches his brain.
"Do you understand me, now?" The mermaid asks in near-perfect English. Tord's eyes widen, his face heating up at their closeness.
"I do. What do you even want from me?"
"Babies. You can have my babies."
"Okay, I think there's a clear misunderstanding here. I agreed to sex, NOT getting pregnant."
The merman pouts, sinking partially back in the water. "I need a human to carry them. You're the only human who's come here and gotten close enough to the water for me to have you."
Tord looks worried. "Just because I'm the only one so far doesn't mean I'll be the only one ever." The merman huffs, frowning.
"I'm well aware. I tried luring a green one, but he wasn't close enough to the water. And I need to do it soon before the season's over." Tord internally thought for a moment, trying to reason with himself.
"Wait, wait, wait. Why before the seasons are over? Is this some sort of...?" He trails off, struggling to find the word he needs. The merman groans again, chittering something back in his native tongue.
"It can cause health problems and fuck up the ecosystem. This is our one chance every year to have the highest possibility of our spawn making it." He speaks it as though it were obvious, but it only serves to make Tord even more confused. He hadn't even known mermaids existed before today, and now one was desperately trying to impregnate him. But this might be fun to talk about at parties.
"What's the catch? Like, how long does it last?" He should be smart about this, make sure it's not absurd. Well, more absurd than it already is.
"I just need somewhere to put them. They slide it right out."
"I'm sorry, they?"
"The eggs?"
"YOU LAY EGGS!?"
The merman nods in the water, tilting his head. "Does your kind not do that?" He seems genuinely curious now, brunette hair standing straight up as if communicating with that alone.
"Of course, we don't do that. We have live births." Tord explains, looking slightly confused as to how he got here and in this situation, but carries on. "I guess I will help you... On one condition!" He watches as the mermaid nods. "I won't have any responsibility over these. And if you tell me your name."
"But isn't that two conditions?"
"Oh. Yeah, technically. But still! I will let you do it if I don't have to take responsibility and you tell me your name." He says.
"Nobody needs to take responsibility for them; they raise themselves." The brunette watches the other for a moment, studying his face, before he sighs. "My name is Tom." He watches as the horned human smirks, taking a moment.
"That's pretty. I concede, you can do as you please." Almost as soon as it leaves his mouth, he's pinned back against the wall, the merman disappearing under the water. He feels the tentacle reach behind him again and push against him.
Tom rises above the water again, resting his head on the other's back as he enters him. She purrs at the sounds Tord makes, fingers reaching around to caress his stomach. His hands dipper lower along the human's body, letting out a trill as he feels the other's member.
His fingers grace over it, and he giggles as Tord twitches around in his hold. His hand, not touching the other's length, grips his hips so hard that he can feel the skin give way and start to bleed. When Tom tries to apologize, he can feel Tord stiffening in his hand, and he raises an eyebrow.
"Why does it move like that?"
"What...? Oh. They... they do that when they feel good."
Tom's eyes flutter. "I'm making you feel good?" Tord can't look his way, whimpering into his shoulder. He looks so pretty for someone who's basically a stranger doing something depraved to him.
"Yeah, really good... Please just keep going." He tries to ignore the shame from the sounds he's making, moving in the merman's tight grip in order to get his hand to move, just a little. Tom seems to take the hint, hand moving up and down at a moderate pace. He watches as the horned boys face scrunch up, mouths opening to let out small whimpers. He likes these noises.
Tord tenses momentarily as the tentacle reaches deeper inside him, seemingly spurred by his reactions. He does his best to ease up, listening to the odd cooing from the merman. His hands are gentle on his body, and Tord can't help but stare at him from over his shoulder. The merman's hands continue their ministrations.
When the human can feel himself getting closer, he feels Tom start to change how fast he works him and whines out loud at the rapid pace. The tentacle inside of him starts to wriggle differently than before, the shape starting to expand as a lumpy filter through it. Before Tord can say anything, the merman puts his fingers in the other's mouth.
He can't make sense of much anymore, overrun with pleasure. He ends up sucking on them, making the brunette coo at him. Some squishy, lumpy shape leaves the tentacle in his rear and into him, making him moan uncomfortably. The merman chitters, his voice coming out soft.
"It's okay. They will be out soon. Focus on my hands." His voice feels like an aphrodisiac at this point, bringing him back to the brink of pleasure he was on. The hand starts to slow, then speed up again, waiting for him to release. The fingers in his mouth are a delightful distraction, but they leave, trailing down his chest. The nails leave gentle, dull scrapes, and he moans harder.
He barely even registers the tentacle exiting, only noticing what's happened when Tom's hand presses on his stomach and the shapes that had started all this leave. He breathes out a sigh of relief before the brunette finishes him off, watching as spurts of white fluid float in the water. Tord groans, swimming back to land with the help of Tom. At the bottom of the cove lay the eggs, now ignored, since the job has been done.
Tord reaches for the clothes, but a hand on his thigh stops him. The merman rises out of the water, wrapping his arms around the other's neck to get him to lean down. He presses a gentle kiss to the horned boy's lips, giggling as he watches them perk right up. "I will return next cycle for you."
Tord can only watch as he delves below and disappears in the murky water.