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Sea Slimes

By: GigglingGoblin



Larya and Snatch, mercenaries extraordinaire, embark on yet another somewhat sketchy job. Set prior to the events of Unliving Lust and Evergreen Forest.

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"Okay, look, there's no need to always dismiss what I say like that."

Snatch looked up from sharpening his scythe. Larya, a dark-haired young woman with bright green eyes to match her plain green skirt, sat leaning against a strange, smooth-barked plant that curved in an arc to dig back into the ground.

It looked very comfortable compared to the boulder he was resting against. Druids never had to rough it, it seemed.

"Larya." He drew the whetstone across the notched, bloodstained blade. "Yes. There is. Now shut your yap."

"Okay, now you're just being an asshole." Larya crossed her arms, pouting. "It's not such a bad idea."

"Not such a..." Snatch bit his tongue, holding back a thousand curses—half of which he himself didn't know the meaning of. The thief lowered his scythe, locking dark eyes with Larya's. "Ever since I hired you five months ago, you have spent every mission fucking something." He whisked the whetstone across the blade, punctuating his words with the harsh screech of the metal. "Every. Single. One."

"What?" Larya's eyes widened. She glared, straightening her short green skirt. "That's ridiculous! And you didn't hire me. We're partners."

"No. Fuck no." Snatch got up, strapping his scythe to his back. "First mission, I save you from a will of the wisp—"

"Will o' the wisp," Larya corrected.

Snatch gritted his teeth, ignoring her. "—which had taken the form of a horny whore and gotten you to start licking her tits like a bitch in heat." He paused. "A lesbian bitch. Whatever. Fuck it."

"That's not fair!" Larya scowled. "Will o' the wisps are actually very skilled hypnotists, and they expressly target young women because they're—well, okay, lesbians, but—"

"The second time," Snatch went on, picking up his pack, "I'm getting you out of the swamp—and losing a shit-ton of coin on the job I was supposed  to be doing, by the way—and you get caught in quicksand. I find you ten minutes later covered in mud sucking your own goddamn breasts and getting off with a—"

"Okay, h-hey, that's just a misrepresentation," Larya said, getting up as well. She was keeping her legs pretty close together now. "Th-the quicksand was enchanted by a couple of fairies. They just wanted to—to, um..."

"My point is," Snatch growled, "no. You are not fucking mermaids. Or mermen. We're doing this job, and then parting ways. I never want to see you again after this, got it?"

Despite her obvious 'distraction', Larya giggled. "That's what you said last time. Look, fine, no hanky-panky on the job." She crossed her fingers, winking. "Druid's honor. Dry as a duck."

~~~~

"Oh! Oh!" Ambere let out a keening, dolphin-like cry. "Stop! Oh, stop, please! Oh, gods!"

Her eel-like tail thrashed in the water, sending bubbles violently churning to the surface. It was the only part of her still free of...it.

The sucking on her breasts wouldn't stop. Ambere moaned, her hands held fast to keep her from trying to escape—or pleasure herself further.

Had the region of the Weeping Sea Ambere was currently in contained a single living creature besides herself, the creature would have seen a scarlet-haired mermaid writhing and moaning in response to nothing. Her eyes were wild and desperate, but her arms stayed stiffly at her sides. Her long hair drifted, framing her heart-shaped face like a halo.

Had the creature looked more closely, it would have noticed one small irregularity. Her breasts were definitely not behaving normally. Indeed, the large orbs were bouncing and...squishing, as if something was squeezing and even suckling at them.

Had the creature looked closer still, it would not have escaped. The Slick Trench was avoided by merfolk and sea beasts for a reason. Even the crueler water fey stayed clear of it nowadays. Ambere's curiosity had led her into yet another disaster, and this time, nothing was going to save her.

She whimpered, feeling another deliciously depraved slurp. She suddenly heard something she hadn't expected:

A giggle.

A tickling sensation began at the tips of her nipples. Slowly, it became an itch. Then an ache.

She let out a hoarse scream as an intense wave of pleasure surged through her body, gripping her tightly and not letting go. Her hyper-sensitized breasts began lactating a strange pale liquid at an alarmingly fast rate.

She squealed with glee even as her heart plummeted. What? What was...oh...ohh...

"So hard to think," a girl cooed in her ear. "Feels so nice. So nice. So nice.

The mermaid, overwhelmed by the sensation of pure bliss, could only sob in despair-tinged ecstasy as she slowly began to drift down, down, into the black of the Slick Trench.

~~~~

Larya sat at the edge of a large tide pool, kicking her feet in the salty clear water. She sighed. Nearby, Snatch was hard at work trudging over the muddy beach.

It had started to rain an hour or so ago. She'd offered to help, but Snatch, ever proud, had refused to let her near his prize.

It was a conch shell. A really, really big conch shell. Larya had easily been able to 'convince' the few tons of wet sand burying it to move aside. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that even cleared of sand, it was still very heavy, and Larya couldn't levitate it out of the hole—nor could she do much to help pull it across the beach to the rendezvous point.

She leaned back, enjoying the sunny rays. They were only shining on her part of the beach. Sometimes it paid to be a druid.

The young druidess looked back up, biting her lip. Snatch, a slight, compact-muscled thief, didn't much care for her. It was hard working with him, but in another way, it was sort of freeing. It was nice to work with someone who wasn't constantly out to "run her through".

Pity he had to be such an asshole about it.

"Hey, Snatch," she called, "almost done with that? I'm getting cold."

Snatch looked up at her, eyes widening with disbelief. The thief was soaking wet, his patchy leather armor reeking that foul wet-dog odor it always got when it rained. Even from several meters away, the smell was impossible to miss. "Getting cold? You're in a fucking personal sunbeam. Maybe you could help instead of bitch, druid."

"You wouldn't let me!"

"Ugh." Snatch gave the conch shell one last tug. The man-sized item had a chipped point, making it possible to blow through. "This better be close enough. I don't get paid to haul stuff around."

"Yes, you do," Larya said brightly. She got to her feet, picked up her yew staff, and walked over. "Remember? When that vampire harem captured us and had you do all their chores while we..." She trailed off, blushing bright red as she remembered what had come next. This probably wasn't the best thing to say to Snatch right now.

He gave her a look that could wither a redwood. "Blow the shell."

Larya gave a nervous titter as she walked over, took a deep breath, and wrapped her lips around the shell's point. With all her might, she blew.

No sound came out.

She frowned, licked her lips, and blew again. This time, she kept blowing until her face was red. Still nothing. "Snatch, I think you broke it somehow."

"Think I—" Glaring, Snatch shoved her out of the way. "Let me try."

"Please do not," said a clear female voice.

Giving identical starts, Larya and Snatch turned.

Lying on the wet sand, just a few paces away, two merfolk watched them with narrowed eyes.

One was a deeply-tanned mermaid with a bright red, almost salmon-like fish tail and long white hair done up in elaborate braids. Despite her hair color, she seemed young—scarcely over eighteen, with pert breasts and a dazzling, suggestive smile. It was the sort of smile that promised an extremely inventive mind.

The other was a pale merman, with chiseled physique, short red hair, and a piercing gaze. His muscular arms gripped a trident, which he used to prop himself up—his lower body was long and flat, with strange wing-like fins that made Larya think of a manta ray. He looked her over and gave a little smirk.

Both of them were completely naked. Obviously, they had nothing below the waist, but what they had above was still very...distracting. Larya's mouth was dry as tried in vain to look away from the mermaid's breasts. They weren't incredibly large, but they were very full and perky—and the mermaid's posture wasn't doing anything to hide them. Indeed, the merfolk seemed quite amused at her fascination.

Luckily, Snatch usually did the talking in these situations. The thief stepped up, trying to look intimidating despite his bedraggled condition. "You got here quick," he snapped.

"Why, of course," the mermaid said. She traced a finger over her left tit, locking eyes with Larya. "We can hear the conch horn with ease. You were hurting our ears, in fact—your pretty friend has quite the lung capacity."

"I'm not surprised," the merman said, eying Larya with a predatory look. He smiled, showing sharp teeth. "Quite the mouth."

"Um..." Larya bit her lip, still unable to tear her gaze off the pair. This was always a problem. "I-I, um, th-the..."

"I, I, thuh, thuh, what?" The mermaid laughed. "Silly girl."

"What a silly girl," the merman agreed.

Larya could feel herself getting wet between her legs, and closed them tight. She could tell this only amused and encouraged the merfolk further, but it beat letting them see anything...dripping.

It wasn't her fault, she knew. Not totally. Druids always had trouble controlling themselves around fey. The rituals they performed had 'loosened' them from the mortal world, and everything about fey always quickly became utterly intoxicating. Of course, even among her peers, Larya had always 'excelled'...

"Hey!" The rapid snapping of fingers woke her out of her reverie. The fey looked over sharply at a very angry Snatch. "She's off-limits. We're here to do a job. If you'd rather buy her as a—" He stopped, then rolled his eyes. "Anyway, if you don't want our help, run her in to her heart's content. I'll just be going. I thought you had an actual problem."

He turned to leave. The merfolks' smug looks gave way to anguish, and Larya broke free of her stupor and straightened.

"Wait!" the mermaid cried. She pulled herself up the muddy beach by her arms—her graceful form was clearly not optimal for land travel—and grabbed Snatch's leg. It was a pathetically submissive gesture, and Larya's heart went out to her. "We do have one!"

Snatch yanked his foot away, growling. His hand went to his scythe.

Remembering how little her partner liked to be touched, Larya gulped and hurried over. She leaned down and gently took the mermaid's hand to clasp it with her own, smiling. "And we'd be happy to help. I know merfolk don't like dealing with land-dwellers in a, er, equal manner, but you have to treat my partner and I with respect."

She lifted the mermaid up to eye level, with some small difficulty. Larya was very strong for her size. "See? We're all equals here."

The merman pulled himself over and climbed onto a boulder, apparently not wishing to be the only one on the ground. He leaned over, eyes blazing. "Do not patronize us, druidess. I've netted dozens of landwhores just like you. Believe that you'll be begging for my touch before the moon's next rise."

Larya met his gaze, then quickly lowered her eyes. She shivered.

"Oh, be silent, Mylio." The mermaid rolled her turquoise eyes. She gripped Larya's shoulder, seeming grateful for the support—and perhaps a bit too eager to get her hands on her, Larya thought. "Forgive my mate. He has...dismissive views towards the land-dwellers."

"I understand," Larya said. From the looks Mylio was giving her, his opinion was anything but dismissive—at least not in the sense of disinterest. Cheeks flushing, she quickly went on. "But you need our help, don't you?"

"We do." The mermaid flashed a winsome smile. "My name is Nerka—I know, it sounds foolish. Merfolk like to name their children after fish. I'm just lucky to have avoided Suk-kegh."

Larya giggled, while Snatch just looked mystified. Salmon puns were likely lost on the self-declared nature hater.

"Anyways," Nerka said, "we have a very serious problem. The Slick Trench is inhabited."

"The fuck is a slick trench?" Snatch asked.

"No." Nerka bit her lip. "The Slick Trench is...a dead zone. Long ago, when we merfolk declared war upon each other in the names of our goddesses, it's where the Deep Merfolk fled."

Snatch still looked confused, but Larya felt a sudden chill. The Deep Merfolk had been merfolk with the lower bodies of deep sea creatures like anglerfish. Through the Abyssal Zone's hellish rifts, they had over time evolved demonic characteristics and become strangely reclusive. They had never fought in the merfolks' many wars, and in fact hadn't been heard from for centuries.

"The Deep Merfolk are back?" Larya whispered.

"No," Mylio snapped from up on the rock. Larya looked up, and he smirked at her, resting his chin upon his palm. "But something else is taking their place. It's not of any sea we know."

Larya squirmed under his relentless gaze. "What's it doing?"

"Fucking. It is fucking mermaids like little landwhores." Mylio's smile grew as he kept staring at Larya. "One of our number strayed into the Trench a month ago and didn't return. So we sent three more to investigate. Of the three, two were maids. Both went missing, and the one merman was lynched by their families."

"That..." Larya's eyes watered. She wanted so badly to blink, but Mylio's gaze held her like physical bindings—or perhaps a fishing line, reeling her in... "...that's awful."

"We are not much for trials." He leaned over on the rock, so that he was just a foot or so above her. "We sent six more down—all but two maids. One of the mermen saw his mate pulled away, and he went to save her."

Larya tried to look down, now, but he reached down with one hand, roughly cupping her chin and forcing her to continue meeting his gaze. "She was screaming. Moaning. Pleading. 'Please,' she screamed at him, like a little landslut, 'just let me finish.'"

Larya swallowed as Mylio's fingers traced over her sensitive lips. "The little landslut finished. And then she sank into the darkness, still begging for more."

She felt him planting little kisses on her head. "Will you beg quite as loud, I wonder?"

Larya's eyes were half-closed. She found herself leaning into the merman's touch...

Nerka was still holding Larya's hand, and she gave it a squeeze. She turned Larya around like a doll to face her, giving a smile that didn't quite seem motivated by honorable intentions. "Don't listen to him, dearest. He's just bitter that his late wife got a better writhing than what he could deliver."

"I have no doubt," Mylio said, tracing his fingers over Larya's neckline. Larya gasped as she felt him tickling the little area of cleavage her cloak exposed. "They grant untold pleasure to the whores they capture." His voice lowered to a whisper in Larya's ear. "It's said that they know the art of sensuality better than any mortal...or demon...or fey..."

"Sounds like you should be off fucking one of those," Snatch remarked.

Larya heard Mylio give a low hiss of annoyance, and he pulled away from Larya. She suppressed a miniscule whimper of disappointment. "They only go after the females, mortal. Whatever they are, they care not for us males." He glanced at Larya, raising an eyebrow. "We didn't know you had a...partner."

The suggestion in his words unsettled Larya enough to clear her head a little. She took a step away from the rock (though Nerka still held her hand), scowling. "I'm not his partner. I'm his...something. We work together, is all."

"Hm." Larya simultaneously wished two things: First, she wished she could wipe that smug look off of Mylio's face so hard that he'd never smile again. Second, she really, really wanted to let him fuck her. "Well, I'll keep that...in mind."

"So, what are these creatures you want dead?" Snatch snapped.

"We're not sure." Nerka gave Larya's hand another squeeze as she leaned against the druidess to face Snatch. "Some sort of ooze, we think."

Larya was blushing furiously. The mermaid felt really...nice, there, leaning on her neck. "S-so, what color is it?" she blurted, immediately regretting it. Stupid question. Stupid, dumb question.

"It doesn't have a color," Nerka said, turning to face Larya. Her mouth was now uncomfortably close to Larya's neck, such that Larya could feel warm breath condensating on her skin whenever the mermaid spoke. "In fact, since no merfolk have been able to touch it and survive—it avoids mermen, and mermaids...well, if they touch it, they're done for—we have no idea if it's even there." She frowned. "It may well be some sort of ghost, for all we know."

"Well," Snatch said, "whatever it is, we'll kill it. It's what we do. Now, the fee."

An awkward silence fell upon the four. The merfolk exchanged looks.

"Well..." The mermaid giggled nervously. "Surely we can come to an arrangement."

"I'm sure we can," the merman said, fixing Snatch with a piercing glare.

The ever-ill-tempered thief glared right back. "We'd better. 'Cause I'm not leaving this beach empty-handed."

Mylio sniffed. "As if we'd bother to cheat the likes of you."

"As if you'd bother to...to shut up and pay us, you cheating fishfolk."

Mylio's eyes blazed. His hand flew to his trident, as Snatch's fingers tightened around the scythe at his back—

"Oh, would you all stop it?" Larya stepped between the two, waving her staff at her 'partner'. "Snatch, we don't get paid when you kill the boss. We learned that after the elf brothel incident, remember?"

"You—" Snatch's eyes bulged. "I thought we agreed never to bring that dragonshit up again!"

"Snatch, come on," Larya said, voice coming out almost as a whine. "I just want to get in the water!"

"Ugh. Fine. But only 'cause it's raining." Snatch stepped around Larya, rolling his eyes. "Salvage rights to the White Onyx galleon, off the Bonecove."

"That galleon has more priceless treasures than you have grease in your hair, you horrid little man." Mylio raised an eyebrow. "You may pick a single item from the galleon."

"Five items of our choosing. Each."

"Each? I should skewer you and serve you to the dolphins for such impudence. That..."

Larya tuned out. Haggling really wasn't her forte.

In fact, the more she journeyed with Snatch, the more she started to wonder if she really had a forte. Adventuring was hard, and dangerous, and half the time it felt like she just got in the way. Perhaps the Archdruid had been right. Perhaps she should have stayed at the Standing Stones, Druidess Ascension Ceremony misadventures or no.

She sighed, lower lip sticking out.

"Hey," breathed a voice in her ear. She gave a start, turning to see Nerka giving a very dirty look. "While they're talking, why don't we just...relocate."

"Wha?"

Nerka pulled on her arm, leading her around the rock. Larya feebly protested, but not quite loud enough for Snatch and Mylio to notice.

Nerka slithered on her scarlet tail with surprising grace. Larya, caught off balance, fell on her stomach in the wet sand behind the boulder.

She started to get up. A tanned, slender pressed against her chest and pushed her back down. She gave a little whimper of confusion as she rolled around and saw Nerka looming over her. The expression the mermaid wore now was not just dirty—it was downright filthy. And she looked very, very pleased with herself.


Sea Slimes Ch. 02



"I still can't get over how cool this is!"

"I wish you would."

"You wish a lot of things, Snatch. Nobody cares."

"Not news to me."

Larya rolled her eyes and said nothing. She didn't want to worry about her downer partymember right now. She just wanted to take it all in.

As her toes sank into the mucky ocean floor, Larya could sense her druidic senses shifting—actually feel her eyes and ears adjusting, feel the new sensations as her skin and actual magic calibrated to her being underwater.

Most druids liked to choose specific terrains to focus their magics on. Forests were particularly popular, thanks to the easy supply of nymphs, sprites, satyrs and dryads, but all terrains were fairly common—from swamps and hills to caves and, of course, the glorious expanse of the ocean floor. Only the sky remained pretty rare. Druids tended to prioritize 'how many creatures are there that can I have sex with?' when choosing a home, and all the sky had were dragons and air weirds. Dragons were...dragons, and apparently, air weirds were really into long-term, primarily emotional relationships.

Personally, Larya had never been able to choose.

She looked around with wonder as a school of brightly-colored fish swam by, taking care not to step over the red and blue coral that grew all around. She'd been to deserts, the arctic, swamps, mountains, and even one tunnel network, but never...this.

Her face broke out into a dumb grin with the sheer joy filling her.

Fish were everywhere, of every hue. And so many pretty shells—Larya had always collected such things as a child, but here they had life inside of them! And the coral, and the kelp...there was life everywhere, it seemed. There was so much.

Almost too much.

She swallowed. Contain yourself, Larya, she cautioned. It will look very, very bad if you let that happen right now. The dark-haired druidess rubbed her thighs together, grimacing.

Snatch shot her a suspicious look. She smiled brightly. "Isn't it cool how we can still breathe and talk?"

"Could stand for a bit less of the lat—"

"It would be rather inconvenient otherwise," Mylio cut in. The merman smirked, now moving with ease—in stark contrast to his 'floppy' performance on the surface world, his manta ray-like lower half was remarkably nimble down below. "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll still have plenty of opportunities to practice holding your breath."

"That doesn't even make sense," Snatch snapped. As always, the thief looked miserable with everything, everyone, and probably, deep down, himself. At least, that was Larya's current theory. "You haven't got a dick for her to suck or anything. Unless it goes in and out like a lizard?"

The only thing that particularly surprised Larya about Snatch's hostile remarks was that he remembered that tidbit about lizards she'd taught him once. I guess he did listen!

She heard a little giggle from Nerka. She turned, blinking, but the salmon-themed mermaid was completely professional when she looked. Nerka winked.

Mylio, however, was not amused. "My dick does not...I do not have a penis!"

Snatch gave a nasty laugh as he walked faster, quickly passing them. Mylio glowered after him.

They walked on the ocean floor in silence for a brief moment. Snatch didn't seem eager to speak—perhaps knowing his social victories were too rare to risk spoiling the moment with some misspeaking—and Mylio seemed content to glare. Nerka, meanwhile, was probably still a little winded from hers and Larya's little adventure earlier.

Merfolk were fairly unique among fey in that they were not particularly known for their stamina.

"So, where are we going?" Larya asked, smiling.

Mylio cast her a contemptuous look. "We are going to find our...guides."

"Really?" Snatch glanced back, scowling. "More merfolk?"

"Of the most common variety," Mylio said. "Little more than landwhores without cunts."

"Blue and Orange can be fun," Nerka said, her tone a bit dreamy. "Hard to keep their names straight."

"Their names are Blue," Mylio snapped, swimming over beside his mate, "and Orange." His hand crept over to gently rub Nerka's naked belly—eliciting a soft moan. "Are you really so brainless as to forget that?"

Larya felt somewhat guilty, for she knew what Mylio didn't: That Nerka was still hypersensitized from their little 'bout behind the boulder' earlier. Merfolk didn't have sexual organs, so they 'got off' on any physical contact on their human parts. And the sensitivity got worse the longer they went at it. It was probably for the best that they couldn't endure long periods of intercourse.

"They...mm..." Nerka leaned against Mylio's touch, smiling. "They switch the seashells, Mylio. Haven't you ever noticed thaaaaah..."

Apparently not liking to be proven wrong, Mylio had begun caressing her cheek and neck. Her eyes glimmered bright turquoise as her body shook with pleasure.

Snatch looked on, disgust evident on his perpetually sour features.

"Ooh!" someone said from behind Larya.

"I didn't think this job came with a show!" remarked another.

Larya and Snatch turned. Coming up from the side were two mermaids. They were essentially exactly what one would expect mermaids to look like—silvery-scaled fish lower halves, delicate-looking but well-tanned young woman upper halves. Their features were petite and enticing, their long red hair flowing behind them as they swam over. Each had several musical instruments tied to her side by kelp strands.

They looked completely identical, save for one difference: The one on the left had orange starfish on her large breasts, while the one on the right had blue starfish. Looking closer (though Larya tried to be subtle about it), Larya could have sworn that the starfish were pulsating as they rested there. She had the sneaking feeling the starfish were not there for modesty.

The twin mermaids swam over, one coming to float on each side of Larya. They smiled at her.

"You're Larya?" Orange said, her head tilting.

"Uh, y-yes," Larya said. She could feel her face growing red. She was looking somewhat less subtly now—the obviously sucking starfish were a little...hard to ignore at this range.

"Oh, how lovely," Blue said. "We've always wanted to meet a real, live druid."

As if to increase Larya's flustered state, the pair began swimming in circles around her. It made her think uncomfortably of sharks.

"We didn't expect a druidess," Orange murmured, "but we're always open to trying new things."

"Or new people," murmured Blue, her expression demure and innocent.

Larya looked at Snatch. She felt very exposed here, despite remaining fully clothed. Actually, thanks to the water slightly lifting up her robes as it coursed by, it didn't really feel like her clothes were at all as modest as usual.

"Yeah," Snatch muttered, "I'm gonna go find a spear."

Larya rolled her eyes. Of course. "What's wrong with your scythe?"

"Won't work as well underwater," Snatch said firmly, already walking away. "Also, scythe isn't as good a reason to get the hell out of here."

"Oh, come on."

She glanced back. Was Orange deliberately making her breasts jiggle like that, or was it just the movements of the current?

Behind Orange, she didn't see Nerka. All she saw was Mylio, floating over a large bed of coral. His hands were down behind the coral, his expression merciless and almost a bit cruel as loud moans came from the object of his attentions.

Larya shuddered. Better Nerka than her.

At least, she was mostly sure that was what she thought. As long as Mylio wasn't looking right at her.

"Ooh," said Blue. "Isn't that funny?"

"Everyone's so dreadfully busy," said Orange. The mermaid pouted her lips. "What are we to do now?"

Larya swallowed. Keep it together, girl. We've got a job to do. "You're the guides, I t-take it?" She almost managed to keep the tremor out of her voice. But then Blue swam by, giving Larya a look that not even a Cloistermagi Nun could mistake for remotely innocent, and her voice got a little quake to it.

"Duuuh," Blue said, grinning. "Cranky old Mylio hired us to help you two out. He didn't say there'd be a girl, but..." She seemed to circle slightly closer. Her voice went a bit husky. "...we're open-minded."

"Uh...s-so, you know the dangers of the Slick Trench?" Larya started backing away, careful not to bump into either of the circling mermaids as she made her way off the path.

Her rational mind was telling her she was doing this to try and get away from the circling mermaids altogether.

But the mind between her legs appeared to be more focused on the idea of "plausible deniability".

"Of course," Orange said, smirking. "We know that place like the backs of our fins."

"Uh...great." Larya bit her lip so hard it almost bled. Keep focus. Keep focus. Don't fuck the help. Don't fuck the help. "M-maybe...you can explain it to me?" Was it just Larya's imagination, or was the circle beginning to get smaller?

For a moment, the two mermaids seemed disappointed at the question. Then Larya saw them exchange a look.

"Oh, sure," said Blue, giving an innocent grin.

"But while we explain it..." Orange swam closer, now about a foot away, "...perhaps we should give you a proper welcome." She gave a grin that was decidedly nowhere close to innocent.

Larya's eyes were drawn to the pulsating starfish on Blue, from which she could now hear quiet sucking sounds. Her eyes were drawn to them because Blue had just taken one breast in each hand and shamelessly jiggled them together. "I think a druidess deserves a big, friendly welcome to the...wet place." Her eyes glimmered.

Larya gulped. Okay, be polite, but firm, she counseled herself. She opened her mouth. "S-sounds good to m-me."

Her eyes widened. Damn it, Larya.

The mermaids gave identically filthy grins now. They were each floating roughly half a foot from Larya—Blue behind her, Orange in front. Close enough that Larya wouldn't even have had to step forward to lean over and kiss Orange on the lips.

But they didn't give her the chance.

Larya found the ground yanked out from under her as one of the mermaids' tails swept her feet aside. She gave a little cry of surprise, instantly stifled as Blue swam down onto her and pressed her cleavage against Larya's face. It was lucky Larya could breathe through her magically-granted gills, because her mouth and nose were completely smothered. Blue held Larya there with one hand, as with her other, she began cutting through Larya's robes with some sort of knife, exposing Larya's naked body for all to see.

As she drifted down onto her back with out-of-place slowness, she felt soft hands grip her ankles.

In one motion, her legs were yanked out, spread almost uncomfortably wide.

"Mmf!" she cried, but the breasts muffled anything she tried to say. Indeed, she was pretty sure she could hear Blue moaning from the sensation.

"So..." she heard Orange say slyly. It sounded like the mermaid's head was situated right between her legs. "You wish to learn about the Slick Trench, darling druidess?"

Blue gripped Larya by the back of her head and forced her deeper into her cleavage, and Larya felt one of the pulsating starfish brush against her ear. She could hear the sucking clearly now, and...damn, but it was kind of turning her on now.

"Mmf," she replied helplessly.

She heard Orange laugh. And then she felt soft, slender feelings pulling down her panties (why did she even bother wearing those anymore?) and peeling open her pussy lips. She whimpered into the breasts, and then—no longer able to resist—began licking against Blue's skin.

"Ooh!" Blue shivered. Despite herself, Larya grinned. She reached up with one hand and began tracing spirals on Blue's back. She had a perfect vantage point to sense when she was getting...ah, there it was. She felt Blue's back arch, as the mermaid shook even harder. "Ooh!"

Continuing to lick, Larya continued tracing the spirals, focusing her attentions on the part of Blue's back that was most sensitive. All fey had their weak spots, and she'd learned a lot about mermaids during her little session with Nerka.

She listened to Blue's moans and cries, feeling utterly without pity for the mermaid. Larya had never found anything more satisfying—or arousing—than the act of pleasuring a fey.

But then Orange started to speak, and Larya felt all her confidence instantly leave her.

Because Orange's mouth was right beside Larya's cunt. Larya felt Orange's lips gently brushing against her pussy's as Orange spoke. Felt Orange's tongue snake out to 'subtly' flick at her clitoris every now and then. "The Slick Trench is a haven for darkness, but it does have some..." Flick. "...inhabitants."

Larya let out a moan of her own—mostly muffled by Blue's cleavage—to join Blue's rising cries. She struggled in vain with her free hand to reach Orange. If she could only get a single finger on that delicious little slut, she'd be hers in an instant. But Orange clearly knew that.

"You like that?" Orange purred. Larya could only whimper at the vibrating feel against her pussy lips. "That it's inhabited, I mean. Does that..." Lick. "...entice you?"

Larya shuddered with desire. Blue's cries were only getting louder and louder, and so were her own—she had no doubt Mylio could hear them quite clearly now, and that thought only made her submissive mind even hornier.

"What sorts of inhabitants?" she asked. At least, that was what she'd meant to say. What she actually said was a combination of begging and nonsense words that were in turn reduced to, "Mmf! Mmmmf ohm shllohm!" by Larya's smothered state.

Dimly, a plan occurred to her: If she could bring Blue to orgasm, the mermaid would be overpowered by the strength. She could then force the mermaid off of her and—

"Oh, just more sluts like us." Lick. "They keep to the upper levels. Most of them are common whores..." Lick. Orange thrust her tongue just a bit deeper this time, tasting Larya's juices before the sea water could dissolve them. "...mm, even by our standards. Hence their being kept there. Oh, you like that, don't you?"

Larya whined. Yes. She liked it a lot.

Blue was getting louder, but Larya could feel her arousal totally taking over. She couldn't remember what her plan had been. She felt Blue's grip loosening, and harshly yanked Blue down to her level to seize the struggling mermaid in a devastating kiss. Blue moaned against Larya's lips, her body writhing as if about to climax.

Orange thrust her tongue in again, and Larya lost it. Giving a hungry scream, she thrust her hand down between her own legs, desperately trying to reach her hot, aching pussy—only for Orange to grab her by the wrist.

"Oh, what a naughty girl," Orange murmured. Larya felt her lift her hand up and give it a long lick. "Do we need to be—oh!"

Orange had made a fatal mistake. A fatal, delicious mistake that made Larya's heart burn with lusty triumph. With one little stroke across the lips, Larya had felt her 'captor' lose the fight. Orange didn't know it yet, but she was already putty in Larya's claws.

Larya clutched Blue tighter, not allowing the kiss to end—even though Blue was clearly entering orgasm, clearly struggling to scream her bliss, writhing in Larya's grip like an eel.

"...wow." Orange voice was quiet. "That, uh..." Larya stroked Orange's lips again. "...ooh."

Larya felt Orange slowly leaning into the touch, and she began slowly increasing the speed of the strokes. "That...that's really nice. I-I mean...mm."

Slowly, looking very unsure, Orange wriggled into position lying next to Larya. It was like the druidess was reeling in a catch as Orange slowly came to settle on her back, closing her eyes as Larya slowly, sensuously stroked the mermaid's mouth. "Y-you're...good at th-th-th..." The mermaid trailed off, voice becoming slurred.

Larya let the dazed-looking Blue drift away to lie on her side. The mermaid was drooling slightly, still shuddering from the intensity of her climax.

Larya's panties were still stretched around her spread legs, and she hastily kicked them off as she got up and straddled Orange's waist. Orange jerked immediately, eyes widening. "Oh! Um...no, wait..."

Larya smiled, pressing two fingers to Orange's lips. Orange keened softly at the sensation.

Larya began rubbing one of the mermaid's breasts with her other hand as she leaned down towards the other. Orange had already given up on protesting and instead begun moaning as the druidess took the breast into her mouth.

In no time at all, Larya had the mermaid bucking and moaning even louder than Blue. Orange's instruments at her belt clanged and thudded against the ocean floor, a cacophony signaling to all that here lay a very happy mermaid.

Larya chuckled as she suckled at Orange's breast. Time to have some fun. She looked about, not breaking contact.

Kelp. Perfect. Bright, almost fey-like green eyes gleaming mischievously, she beckoned to it, and it snaked over and began wrapping around Blue's and Orange's arms. They were too pleasure-stricken to fight it—

"Ahem."

Larya froze.

She stopped kissing the breast and pulled her head up. The druidess swallowed. She began petting Orange's tits with both hands as she turned.

Mylio floated before Larya, a wide smirk on his face. "I thought I heard you back here."

Behind her, she heard Orange's moans pick up a new tempo as the slippery seaweed got to work on her. Blue started giving plaintive whines as well. "N-no...t-too muUUghnn! Oh! Oh, uh, n-nnnn..."

Larya tried to get to her feet—or at least to stop straddling the mermaid—but found her legs wouldn't obey her. "M-Mylio. This...this isn't what it looks li—"

"Silence." Larya found herself go quiet as Mylio swam over, cupping her chin in that same rough gesture that made her legs feel...well, like fish tails. He looked her her, arching an eyebrow. "Ten minutes in, and you've already deserted your clothes."

"I...I didn't—"

Mylio leaned down and took her in a long kiss. She gasped, then gave a longing sigh as she let him take her. He pulled back, that smirk even wider. "You even taste like the sluts now. You're better without the wrappings." His hand reached down behind Larya, and she heard a loud shluck.

He raised to Larya's eye level a large, pulsating orange starfish. Curiously, its interior was pink, fleshy, and looked very soft and moist. He smiled at her, the patronizing smile a cat might give to a canary it's got in its claws. "If you want to join the mersluts, you had best look the part."

Larya trembled. She knew she needed to fight this. That starfish was meant for mermaids—heavens knew what it would do to her. But...

She was still horny. Really, really horny. She still hadn't gotten an orgasm, and Mylio's cold arrogance was bringing out her submissive streak in a dangerous way.

She looked up at him, biting her lip.

"Well?" Mylio asked.

"Wh-what?"

He slowly lowered the starfish down. She wanted to see where it was going, but it seemed so much more important to keep staring into Mylio's eyes. "Aren't you going to beg me for this? Beg, like the landwhore you—"

"Hey."

Mylio's eyes bulged. He turned, hand releasing Larya's chin, allowing her to fall on her back. She felt something slick beneath her.

Snatch and Nerka stood there—Snatch holding an armload of fishing pikes, Nerka leaning upon a tall coral growth, as if so exhausted she could barely remain 'standing'.

Nerka was the one who had spoken. She was smiling smugly. "Looks like somebody really can't get enough of the new girl."




Sea Slimes Ch. 02



Larya craned her neck to look below, dimly wondering what she'd landed on.

Oh.

Orange was completely encased in slick green strands of seaweed. Her form was shaking and gyrating viciously, but any noise she was making appeared to be obscured now by the sheer bulk of kelp covering her head.

Nearby, Blue was in a similar state, though she seemed to have lost energy to do anything by reflexively jerk and orgasm.

"Whoops," she murmured. She shakily rolled off of Orange, landing on her hands and knees. She gave a weak wave of the hand.

The seaweed began retreating, leaving two incredibly winded-looking mermaids behind. They lay there in the sand, gasping for breath. Orange looked up at Larya guiltily. Her voice came out as a whisper. "I'm...not...used to being...on the bottom."

Larya smiled weakly. She beckoned with one finger, and her wooden staff flew to her hand. She used it to slowly get to her feet. "You...you get used to it."

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Goblin's Note: Super sorry about the delay. Studying abroadz hard. I'm done with classes now, though, and intend to make up for my hiatus!

Next up: We continue the Chosen arc, as Anne the succubus attempts to fight back against the compulsions—with mixed results. Stay tuned!



Sea Slimes Ch. 03



Note: Sorry for the delay on this series! In Chapter Three, the group arrives at the Slick Trench, and Mylio presses Larya to submit to him at last.

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"Wow." Larya leaned over, her legs wobbling slightly to keep their balance. "Nice trench."

The Slick Trench loomed—or did the opposite of looming—before the druidess and her friends. Far beneath the surface of the ocean, just beyond the continental shelf, the Trench descended well past the range of Larya's spell-enhanced ocean vision. She leaned over further, staring into the gloomy depths. Her head cocked.

She felt soft hands grasp her shoulder and tug back slightly, causing her to slowly drift up, then back down back onto the solid ocean floor.

She turned and met the soft turquoise gaze of Nerka. The mermaid winked at her, scarlet salmon-like tail flicking mischievously. "Careful, druidess. The spell you cast on us carries many perks, but you're still only human and it's a difficult swim."

"Oh, I'd be alright." Larya smiled brightly. "I'm quite a good swimmer, actually."

Mylio swam up behind Nerka. The merman's muscular arms gripped a trident, and his tail was long and flat, with wing-like fins reminiscent of a manta ray. Larya swallowed as he approached. "With those thin little legs?" He smirked. "Those are good for only one thing, I should think."

"Walking?" said a dour voice. Larya glanced at Snatch, standing a short ways away along the cliff edge. The dark-haired human thief peered over the edge of the abyss, then looked sideways at her. "Larya, the place is pocked with caverns."

"Isn't that good?"

Snatch grumbled indistinctly. Larya's smile widened. She knew that if there was any type of job her partner could stand, it was a dungeon crawl.

"Indeed," Mylio said curtly, and Larya realized he had drifted inches away from her. "We will have to search each of the holes. Thoroughly, I should think."

"Take fucking forever," Snatch muttered. He turned around. "Ain't you gonna come closer? You're our guides, right?"

Behind the whole group, their 'guides' tittered nervously.

The two mermaids looked virtually identical. Each possessed the same long red hair, long green-scaled fish tails, peachy skin and bright blue eyes. They looked, in fact, exactly like what one would expect upon hearing the word "mermaid". The only visible difference between them was the color of the live starfish fastened to—and, Larya had learned, sucking from—their bounteous breasts. "Orange" raised a hand. "We guide to the Slick Trench. We aren't going in, human."

"Ooh, that'd be suicide. Or worse!" Blue nodded. Each mermaid had an arm casually draped around the other's naked waist, and each was trying to sidle around to use the other as a barrier—as if even being this close to the Slick Trench was unbearable.

"Aren't you from the Trench?" Snatch asked.

Orange giggled again, looking even more nervous. "We got out while we still could, dear boy."

"There's no-one left down there."

"All gone." Orange's head lowered. "All taken by them."

Larya frowned. Her heart went out to the pair of fey. Despite the fact that they had just an hour ago shamelessly seduced her, they didn't seem that bad-intentioned, and considering what they'd been through... "Did you see what did it?"

Orange and Blue both looked at her. They shook their heads.

Mylio rolled his eyes. "Ignore them. They are, as I said, little more than landwhores without legs."

"You keep saying that like it's a word," Snatch said. "You know it's two words, right? You can't just make up words. That's...that's..." He tapped his spear irritably, "...stupid."

Mylio looked at Snatch with disdain bordering on total disgust. He didn't say a word.

"C'mon, Snatch," Larya said. She started to pat her partner on the shoulder, but stopped, remembering how much he hated being touched. "Orange, Blue, thanks so much for your help. You, uh, you said there's a path down, right?"

"Oh, yes, Larya!" Orange chirped, seeming to forget her poor mood. "Right to the left there. And if you decide to come back and not die, look us up!"

"Uh..."

Orange had started rubbing her arm, eyes half-closing in pleasure both present and remembered. "We'd...mm...love to have you."

"Again," Blue agreed.

"Foreeeever," they sang together. They giggled, then turned and swam off.

Larya felt her face going red. She knew Mylio was smirking at her and tried to avoid his gaze. "Right. Path. Let's go."

Something in the Slick Trench was killing merfolk. Mermaids, to be precise. Snatch and Larya had been hired to help find out what.

~~~~

"I still think you have no place here," Mylio said irritably.

The four of them were a fair ways down the narrow ledge by now. Up until now, Mylio had stayed mostly quiet. The reprieve from silence was not appreciated, and Larya grimaced. "Oh?"

"Whatever is down here has targeted no males so far," Mylio said. He paused, then went on, chuckling, "Only the whores and wantons of the Slick Trench have been taken. Dragged down, moaning and writhing, begging to be touched all over. You will be no different. Yet you persist."

"I'm not just any wan—not just anyone," Larya snapped. "I'm a druidess. We're made of...stronger stuff."

She scowled up at Snatch, who said nothing. He generally wasn't very eager to discuss her...episodes, but she couldn't be too careful. The recent incident with the fairy quicksand was still grating on him, she could tell, and she did not want Mylio hearing about that. Judging by his insufferably sexy smile, he didn't really believe her, anyways.

"Besides," she said, coughing (a little stream of bubbles flew from her mouth), "you're bringing Nerka, aren't you?"

"Oh, of course, darling." Nerka swam up right beside Larya. She reached out and ran a hand through Larya's dark hair, streaming behind her through the water. "I am sent by my father to ensure things go—aheh—swimmingly." She pulled her hand back to place upon her chest, striking a proud pose. "Specifically, I am here to keep my lovely, impetuous Mylio in his pla—oh!"

Her eyes widened as Mylio's hands suddenly lunged out and grasped her abdomen, starting to stroke over her hypersensitive skin. She shook, raising her arms in a half-hearted attempt at breaking the hold, but Mylio was too strong—and she was clearly too aroused by the sensations.

Mylio laughed in Nerka's ear. "She is here because her father does not like me, and he will not listen to reason." He brought up one hand, stroking Nerka's cheek. Larya heard little keening sounds escaping Nerka's lush red lips. "Luckily, my little mate is easily...handled."

He continued to stroke Nerka. She continued to moan. Larya couldn't look away. She looked between Mylio—smug, confident, possessive—and Nerka—gasping, overwhelmed with pleasure, submissive—and knew that Mylio would take her, too, if he got the chance.

Snatch shoved past her, sighing. Mylio looked up. His eyes met Larya's.

His smile made her cunt clench slightly.

She gulped, straightened her robes, and kept walking. She tried to ignore Nerka's rising moans as an orgasm approached. She tried to resist the urge to look, to watch Nerka's eyes roll back into her skull, to watch Nerka shake and spasm in Mylio's grip as he stroked her breasts repeatedly, extending the pleasure, totally without mercy. She tried to resist the urge to imagine herself in Nerka's place.

Of course she couldn't.

~~~~

Snatch tried to contain his annoyance as he heard the mermaid orgasm. This wasn't something he was used to—containing his annoyance, not hearing fey having sex, which he was unfortunately quite accustomed to at this point—but he was getting sick of Mylio out...talking him. The fey was quicker than Snatch. Better at thinking of taunts and comebacks. Most people were, of course.

He grasped the edge of the cave, giving a sniff. Nothing.

"Of course," he muttered. "Spell lets me hear all that shit. Lets me hear the yammering, lets me see them fucking, but smell? No, no, no. Can't have Snatch sniffing things. That'd be too goddamn useful."

Despite his irritation, at least it was a cave. Snatch knew caves. Aside from cities, caves were the only place where he felt like he knew what was going on.

"What's it smell like?" Larya asked.

He glared at her. "Can't smell anything over the damn sweaty fishpeople back there."

Larya grinned. "Merfolk don't sweat, Snatch. Why would they need to sweat? The last thing their skin needs is to be more slippery, considering the sensory—"

"Yes! Yes!" Snatch threw up his arms. "You don't gotta explain everything, druid, about the goddamn merfolk life cycle!"

He was getting seriously sick of his adventuring companion. This would be the last job they worked together. No more procrastinating, no more delaying, no more putting it off, no more of anything else. He was sick of having a so-called partner—especially a partner that got seduced by every other fey, demon, elf or sorceress they came across.

"Short human!" Mylio called. "Have you examined the entryway yet? We grow weary of your paranoia."

"You won't be weary when my paranoia saves me and only me from the insane spike trap and you are a funny pile of floating mermaid slush," Snatch muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing! Looks clear, but stay close." Snatch paused. "Not that close. And nobody close to me or I will hurt you. I'm pretty sure these spears are really damn sharp." They were actually pretty blunt. Snatch had had to make them out of coral, which had really pissed off some coral dryad and gotten him no shortage of grief in turn. Still, arguing with her had beat heading back and watching the druid get fucked by mermaids.

He hadn't even started the job yet and he already hated working for merfolk even more than—almost as much as working for the vampire harem.

No job would ever top that one.

Still, this one was coming close.

Snatch headed inside, tapping the stone ahead of him with the spear shaft just in case. He heard the others follow, almost totally silent in the deep water. Snatch prided himself on his good hearing. He tapped the wall and nodded. "Right. C'mon."

They made their way deeper into the cavern, until Snatch noticed a small difference in the stone around them. He took a deep breath of salty water (he was still trying to get used to that taste) and turned to the others. "There's a fork up ahead."

"How can you tell?" Nerka asked. "I can't see that far, even with Larya's lovely magic."

"Perhaps he found a spoon here," Larya said. Her voice was kept perfectly toneless.

Snatch's fingers clenched around the spear. "Fuck off. I just know, alright? I'm thinking a left turn."

"Or," Mylio said, and his mouth gave a slight quirk, "perhaps we should split up." His right hand trailed over to run along the back of Larya's neck. Snatch watched Larya shiver.

Snatch's head tilted unconsciously. He stared at the merman. Surely he'd misheard. Not even a fey could be so...so...

His mind stuttered, stopped, then started racing with new purpose. "Ha ha ha ha." He made sure to keep the laugh as unconvincing as possible. This was difficult. He almost never laughed and was not entirely sure what a convincing one sounded like. "That's a...a great joke. Great joke you just made with your big fish mouth."

Mylio blinked.

Snatch's arms shook spastically. He couldn't think of the words for a moment, so he settled for jabbing his spear at the surprised merman's face until he managed some. "Split up. Split up. Fuck. Oh my fucking...no. No. That is the stupidest...stupidest fucking..."

He started to turn away, then turned back, voice getting louder. "No. No, no, no! What the fuck? I can't even start to say all the stupids that are—can't even—" His arms flailed wildly with the effort.

Mylio started to speak, but Snatch slammed the ground twice with the spear, stomping it once with his boot for good measure. The merman fell silent.

Snatch's mouth opened, then shut. Opened, then shut.

He turned away and kept walking. He heard Nerka following close behind. Split up. Split up. What the hell is he even doing here? What planet is he from? I can't even...can't even...I mean, this is clearly a dungeon crawl. Even a merfolk's gotta get that. I seen so many idiots get ganked that way. Splitting up? Yeah, let's just deep-fry and bread ourselves, and bang two pots together, and pull that lever, what's the worst that could happen...I mean, if we're gonna go stupid, might as well goddamn fucking...

So preoccupied he was with his thoughts, he did not quite register that when they came to the fork, two repetitive noises faded into the distance, becoming fainter and fainter until at last vanishing completely.

It would take him some time to notice.

~~~~

"So," Nerka said, some time later.

Snatch rolled his eyes. And it had been so wonderfully quiet up until now.

"You do this often, do you?" At least the mermaid wasn't being too noisy. The group had seen nothing yet, but Snatch had a bad feeling. The cave was heading steadily downward at an increasingly steep rate—he estimated they'd traveled at least two thousand meters downward over the last half-hour.

"Yeah," he grumbled reluctantly.

"Really!"

"Well, not this." Snatch gestured around them. "But this sort of...adventuring work. Yeah, I've been doing it a little while now. And I know caves. Used to loot tombs for a living, but those are damn hard to find unlooted these days."

"Really!" Nerka smiled. "That sounds very exciting. And how long have you been working with, ah, Larya?"

Her little lilt on Larya's name spoke volumes.

He rolled his eyes as they rounded a corner. Apparently, Larya wasn't going to answer for him. Typical. "Five months. Ever since...well, messy business with a doppelganger. Mess. Don't worry, we aren't an 'item'." He made a half-hearted finger quote with one hand. "She's all yours after this job."

"Oh!" Nerka giggled. "You mustn't say things like that. Mylio here might just take you at your word."

"She's a big girl," Snatch grumbled. "Not my job to look after her. We ain't partners, just...temporary associates."

He squinted. Was that light up ahead?

Whatever it was, it was beyond a somewhat noticeable dropoff. That made him a bit nervous. Only Larya's spell prevented them from being crushed like snails under a boot, to say nothing of freezing to death. He really hoped the spell didn't have a limited duration, because they were going very, very deep. His mind conjured up scenes of him stumbling in the dark, blind, dying of three different causes—right before the Deep Merfolk showed up and ate his brains, or whatever it was they did.

He shuddered. "Druid, this magic goes on basically forever, right?"

He waited. No answer. "Right? Larya!"

Nerka turned. "Oh, shit."

But Snatch didn't turn to look. He had just realized what he hadn't been hearing all along. It had been bothering him all along, at the back of his mind, but he had been too concentrated on his work to register it until now.

Footsteps. The sounds of a merman's ray-like tail swishing through salty waters. Larya's nervous chatter. Mylio's unending stream of innuendo.

"Son of a fish. Did I just say that? Son of a mother fucker."

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Larya knew she really should have called out when Mylio took her hand. And she really should have called out when his hand was placed over her mouth.

And when he'd started to drag her down the right path instead of the left...well, frankly, her silence there was just inexcusable.

But ever since they'd entered the cave—ever since Nerka had swum clumsily past her, giving her a guilty, weary smile—the handsome scarlet-haired merman had swum right alongside her, matching her pace exactly. He had kept one arm over her shoulders, holding her close.

It had almost been a friendly gesture. But Larya, clutched against his naked, chiseled torso, feeling his warm skin and marveling at it, such an aberration beneath the cool seas, such heavy breath, so strong...

...Well, she was having trouble concentrating, but it didn't feel so much friendly as completely, overwhelmingly possessive.

Larya was a submissive. It wasn't her personality, it was her kink, and she knew it. Snatch knew it too, and it certainly didn't make him happy. She thought now, bashfully, of all the times she'd been taken in by will o' the wisps (wills o' the wisp?), fairies, goblins, succubi, elves—not to mention the vampire harem incident, which she had solemnly sworn to never, ever bring up again—and had to be rescued. Yes. It had proven...troublesome.

Not that she didn't pull her weight otherwise, of course. Snatch was mainly just whining. You don't see me complaining when he gets knocked around like a rag doll by some monster and I have save him, she thought irritably. She did her share, not that it was appreciated.

Still, she was a submissive. And when Mylio took control like that...She risked a glance. The merman smirked down at her, held effortlessly in his grip. At least he'd released her mouth.

He'd whispered so many promises as they'd walked. So many hot, dominating promises. Promises to make her come again and again. Promises to make her his, to show her her place. She'd wanted to say something. To tell him off, to tell Snatch or Nerka to tell him off. But, well.

She shivered.

Her encounter with Nerka had only wetted her appetite, and she'd been too busy getting Blue and Orange off to satisfy her own urges. These fey just...they intoxicated her. Larya breathed in deeply, though of course Mylio had no noticeable odor. Pleasuring fey. Being around all this raw, pure nature. She'd had to have it.

Larya crossed her legs, even as Mylio half-carried her along. She was having another one of her episodes. But she knew that was okay.

Mylio was going to take her. She smiled up at him, despite her guilt. He would take control, he would give her what she needed, and she would be fulfilled. She nuzzled his chest, enjoying the shiver that ran through him at the sensation.

"Stop that, landwhore." Mylio pushed her away, and she drifted slowly onto the cold stone floor. Funny; she could feel how frigid the stone was, but not how cold the water was. She vaguely reflected on his as Mylio advanced on her, prone, rendered virtually helpless by her own overwhelming horniness. You'd think I'd be able to feel the chill of the salt, at the very least. This spell is very—

She let out a gasp as Mylio grabbed her shoulder and pushed her gently onto her back.

He leaned over her, smelling the faint scent of her arousal as it dissolved in the academically frigid water. "You need this, don't you?" he whispered.

"Um..." Larya knew she needed to at least try to resist this. "The mission..."

Mylio laughed at her. He reached down, his hand sliding between her inner thighs. Despite her slight inclinations, Larya spread her legs eagerly. She couldn't help it. She needed this. "You stupid human child."

Larya gave a soft sigh as the hand stroked along her leg. She didn't care what Mylio said. No, she relished this. This act of total submission was just what she'd been craving. She spread her legs wide, pulling the robe up over her waist, willing Mylio's hand to move up as well. He just smiled smugly and kept rubbing. He was taking his time. "The creatures are further down still. While your little friend travels off in the wrong direction with that meddling mate of mine, we have plenty of time to...enjoy ourselves."

Larya frowned. There was something wrong with all this. But she knew it could wait. She just needed to get off. She needed this.




Sea Slimes Ch. 03



Mylio lowered over her, his chest lying over hers. His tail's ray-like wings suddenly stiffened, then locked around her legs like a vice, forcing them together—with his hand trapped between. It was just inches from her needy sex. She whimpered. She needed this. "You need to come, don't you?" he sang in her ear.

Larya nodded, whimpering again.

"No thought to the mission. No thought to anything but your own whorish human needs. What a landwhore you are indeed."

Larya let out a whine. "P-please..."

His hand began stroking, ponderously close to her cunt—but trapped between her legs, it could only move so much. It brushed against her pussy and she moaned. "Please what? Do you want this?"

He grabbed the hem of her robe with one hand and, before she could react—though at this point she doubted she was even remotely capable of raising an objection—ripped it clean apart. She watched, wide-eyed, as the remains sank down around her like a blanket. She was completely naked now. Completely helpless, completely desperate. Completely his.

Mylio started to rub his whole body against her. Held close by his arms and tail fins, she could only respond in kind, writhing, pressing her perky breasts against his bare chest and rubbing them against him with all her might. She heard him gasping. She felt his body shaking with pleasure.

Merfolk had no sex organs. Instead, their entire bodies were essentially giant, extremely sensitive...well. Even a single stroke along a merman's arm could be the equivalent of a skilled prostitute's lips on a cock. A single properly-placed fey spiral on a mermaid's back was the equivalent of ten tongues within a cunt. It was a very good thing merfolk didn't usually wear clothes.

Mylio wrapped his arm around her head, his fingers running through her hair, stroking it like it the sensation of it against his skin was the most delicious feeling in the world. He looked down at his prone druidess, his expression fierce. "You're—oh...—landwhore, you are MINE."

Larya felt his hand below touching her pussy again. "Yours!" she cried out.

"You humans—aaah—you all...all sing of free will." Mylio seized her in a passionate kiss, which Larya desperately reciprocated, bucking against his teasing hand with all her might. Her tongue grappled and twisted against his, her lips smacking messily over him, covering him with sensual kisses. "But—mm—you all just want—mm...ohh—to have your brains fucked ou—mmf—out by a fey. Ours. Mm. Ours forever."

"Yes! Yes-yes-yes!" Larya gyrated against him, eliciting a particularly sharp moan from the sensitized merman. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him hungrily, then ran her tongue down to his neck. She felt him shaking even more violently, but she didn't let up on the sensation. "Just...just your pets, your toys. You're so right. Oh, please, PLEEEASE..."

Mylio managed a hoarse laugh as his tail fins loosened slightly. Larya spread her legs as wide as she could, grabbed Mylio's arm, and forced his hand into her cunt. With her other hand, she pressed onto Mylio's back and started drawing complex circles. She could play this merman's fey body like an instrument. And he would sing for her. She had to please him. Pleasure him. Make him moan and scream and make him make her let him fuck her brains out.

All other thoughts left her as Mylio started thrusting his fingers into her hot cunt. Hot, fiery pleasure erupted in her mind. She ran her hand over his big, strong arm as she kissed and sucked at his neck, at his chest, licking and lapping at him like he was the tastiest treat she'd ever had. She felt him starting to spasm in her grasp and did not for the life of her let go.

He kept pistoning in and out of her, and she started moaning loudly against him as she kissed. It felt so good. So right. Pleasing him. Pleasing her lover. Her owner. She rose and started kissing his neck again, murmuring concession after concession into his ear.

"Yours—AAaa—always yours, just your dumb humanOH GODS I'm yours you have me so much smarter I need you I need—

She felt him hit his orgasm, and his screams echoed throughout the cave, borne out by her spell's acoustic magics. Her eyes widened and she hugged him to her chest, feeling him orgasm, feeling his fingers trembling against her clit. And she hit her limit. 

She beat out his screams with her own. But not by much. She held him close, feeling the merman twitch and writhe around her, inside her, forcing his pleasure to last even beyond what he could bear. She was his. She was his.

Snatch did not hear any of this, far away as he was.

But something else did.

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TO BE CONTINUED in Chapter Four, in which Snatch and Nerka meet a jellyfish mermaid and the so-called "sea slimes" at last begin to enter the scene.

Sorry about the short chapter—I just wanted to get something up to go with the conclusion of Shifty Characters. More will be up as soon as it's written! As always, I really appreciate you reading, as well as any feedback posted or sent in! :)



Sea Slimes Ch. 04



Note: This story is the continuation of the "Sea Slimes" series, and will be more comprehensible when read in order. This chapter contains jellyfish mermaids, nonconsensual seduction, and the first appearance of the titular "sea slimes" themselves. 

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"Yup." Nerka peered down the underwater tunnel they had passed through. "Yeah, if I had to guess, I'd say he grabbed her back at the fork."

"Larya." Snatch rubbed his eyes, his jaw clenched hard enough to crack macadamias. "Goddammit. Can't we have one mission where she doesn't run off to fuck something?"

"I'm sure it's not her fault." Nerka rubbed her arm. The mermaid shuddered slightly at the sensation, making Snatch suspect that this was not purely an expression of nervousness. "Mylio can be...domineering."

"Right. Right." Snatch spat to the side. As he and his mermaid companion were currently situated several thousand meters below the surface of the ocean and only avoiding being crushed by the sheer pressure thanks to druidic magic, this accomplished very little. Typical. "Always not her fault. Course it ain't. You don't see me getting dragged off and...but her, she just can't help it, can she?"

"She does this...often, then?" Nerka's salmon-like fish tail flicked slightly. She ran her fingers through her long white braids, failing to keep the touch of arousal from her voice.

"She fucked you, didn't she?"

Nerka went bright red.

Snatch grimaced. He turned and looked ahead, then started walking.

"Wait! Mister...Snatch." Nerka swam up alongside him. "Wait, is that really your real name? You do know that it—"

"Yes," Snatch said, through gritted teeth, "I know what it also means. Thank you, fishperson, for reminding me. It didn't mean that when...It was just a thief name before. When I was a proper thief and not a goddamn babysitter for morally deluded—"

"Well, I was just—aren't we going back for them?"

"For the 'landwhore' and your idiot mate?" Snatch snorted. "Look, Larya gets in a lot of stupid situations, but she's the scariest druid I've ever met. If Mylio tries to physically make her do anything she doesn't want, she'll just kill him." He brightened for a moment at the thought. Then realization hit him, and he sighed. "Or capture him. She'd probably capture him. So unless he's some sort of hypnotist, Larya can handle herself. If she wants to run—or swim—off to get fondled by fish, that's her deal."

He stopped. He was not used to using this many words at once, and the effect was getting rather disconcerting.

Nerka still seemed worried. "So you propose to just...leave them? Will we go back for them later?"

Snatch turned to her, feeling almost offended. "Of course we'll go back for them later. What kind of bullshit question is that? It's not like I can leave Larya down here, no matter how much I'd like to. I mean, she's my—" We are not partners. I do not have partners. "—She...exists and we do things in the same place, okay?"

"Oookay." Nerka shrugged and rolled her eyes, giving a small laugh.

"Anyways, I just want to check this place out first." Snatch pointed ahead, towards the strange light. "There ain't supposed to be lights down here, I reckon."

"Well, not exactly. I mean, there are lantern fish, but they wouldn't generally be found this low." Nerka looked around. "Geologically speaking, I must say, I have trouble believing a cave this deep is even possible. Doesn't it sort of break the laws of physics?"

Surface-huggers. Do they have to question everything?

Snatch just kept walking, though he kept his spear at the ready. He sort of regretted leaving Larya behind now, if only because (because there would be no sentimental reason) she was pretty handy in a fight. Nerka still wasn't armed, or armored, or, indeed, clothed in any way.

In fact, the way she kept...bouncing was getting increasingly distracting.

Snatch tried to put them out of his mind. He could only assume Nerka had some means of defending herself, as a fey. If not, and they had to rely solely on his brawn...well, they were probably pretty fucked. But Mylio had guaranteed that these sex-crazed whatever they weres only went after females. So maybe only Nerka was pretty fucked. That thought brought him comfort.

As they drew closer, Snatch started to walk faster. Because as he drew closer, he began to realize that it was a girl. And she was glowing.

The hall did not end here, but it did dip down before continuing. Before them was a fishbowl-shaped dropoff. And at the bottom lay a strange sort of mermaid.

Nerka came up behind him, nearly knocking him into the pit. He didn't react. Over his shoulder, he heard her gasp. "A jelly maid. How did she get down here?"

Snatch stared down at the ghostly beauty, lying on the cavern floor. Her skin was extremely pale, with a blueish tint, closely matching the long tendrils trailing beneath her waist. Some of the tentacles were very thin and descended around the rest of her like a highly immodest skirt. The rest, residing right where legs would generally be, trailed from her hips—great, fluffy-looking things, feathery and almost luminescent. These were much thicker and extended perhaps ten feet. They coiled around her like a wreath of white flames.

She was a jellyfish mermaid. How did that work? Weren't jellyfish not even fish? Snatch did not understand marine biology.

He was jolted out of such thoughts by a loud moan. The "jelly maid" twisted and spasmed, her tentacles writhing weakly. Snatch stared blankly.

Merfolk didn't have sex organs, but it didn't take a marine biologist to recognize a mermaid's orgasm.

"What the fuck?" he muttered.

The jelly girl's eyes opened. They were a solid pink, without even a trace of green in them. Snatch knew that wasn't normal for fey. She stared up at him a moment, then screwed her eyes shut and gave another loud moan, twisting and writhing again. "Oh, please...please help me!"

Snatch stared down suspiciously as the mermaid wriggled. Something was off about this. She was not alone down there.

His hand groped around in his satchel and retrieved its contents: A vial filled with red liquid. He glanced away from the sordid display. "Nerka. I gotta get this on her, but I ain't getting close." He raised his voice as the mermaid below let out another shrill moan. "Got any ideas?"

Nerka stuck her tongue in the side of her cheek, thinking. Then she grabbed the vial, unstopped the lid, and sucked the contents into her mouth.

"Hey!" Snatch protested.

Nerka ignored him, apparently swishing the fluid around. She froze. Turning, the mermaid fixed Snatch with a look of stunned horror.

"What? Like that's my fau—"

Nerka turned back and spewed the substance out. It carried through the water like an arrow through air, moving almost independently of the water around it and splashing all over the bottom of the pit. She whirled on him again. "What the fuck was that? That—"

"Seer's blood!"

"You had me drinking human blood—"

"It shows invisible stuff!" Snatch said defensively. "I didn't go telling you to swallow it!"

"It's how the magic works! You could at least have—uh, hang on."

She and Snatch both looked back down.

The blood had splashed quite violently, speckling the floor and mermaid's face with errant droplets of some dead seer's life fluid. Snatch was pretty sure the seer had been named 'Waron'.

But the majority of the blood had landed on—or in—something else entirely.

It was almost humanoid. Snatch squinted reflexively, but the problem wasn't the dark. There just wasn't much to see. The blood hadn't hit some invisible enemy, as he'd expected. It had...settled within something else.

The thing seemed to turn. The jelly maid remained prone as it did so. It seemed to stare up at Snatch, and for a moment, the blood inside the ooze-like mass mixed in with the creature's "head", revealing a faint crimson shape.

It was the head of a young woman. Snatch couldn't tell if she was glaring or smiling at him, and he wasn't sure which would be more unsettling.

A moment later, the blood started to dilute. Snatch could still see where the thing was, but its shape was gone. It rose up to eye level, then turned and slithered up, gaining speed as it streamed down the far passage. Chilling, feminine laughter trailed after.

Snatch didn't even consider a chase. In fact, he snorted at the very notion. Maybe if Larya had been there. Maybe if he'd had a better weapon than these crap spears. Maybe if he hadn't thought it was definitely a trap. But it definitely was, he didn't, and she wasn't. So instead he jumped down and settled on the ground next to the shuddering jelly maid.

"Careful!" Nerka called, keeping her distance. "Don't touch her!"

Snatch hadn't planned to, though now that he was closer, he saw that the maid's hair was not white braids as he'd previously thought. It was more tentacles. The thick kind. Her head was covered in them like a gorgon. Not that he'd ever seen a gorgon.

She lay there, gasping for breath, eyed tightly shut. She was clearly exhausted. Merfolk had no stamina, according to Larya, but fey could survive a long time without food. Perhaps she'd been held like this for days—weeks, even.

He poked her with the stick.

Her eyes opened.

She slowly turned, looking at Snatch. Her pink eyes were wide. She reached up, brushing the blood droplets from her forehead. "Y-you saved me." Her voice was echoey, crackly, even, like a message through a faulty communication spell. The strange mermaid pushed herself up, then slowly rose into the water, her tentacles dancing about as if testing that they still worked. "Thank you."

"Yeah. Damn good sight of luck we came across you down here."

"'Luck' had nothing to do with it, I fear." The jelly maid shivered. "What they did to me...I'm the last. I knew the Slick Trench was dangerous, but I didn't..." She whimpered. "I didn't have anywhere else to go."

"They're some sort of slime," Nerka said, descending down on the jelly maid's other side. "Very strange. What's your name?"

"Chrysa."

"Well, 'Chrysa'," Snatch said, grimacing, "no offense, but I think you're right—'luck' doesn't have much to do with much of nothing." He shifted his right arm, mainly to remind Chrysa that there was still a spear clenched there. "What are the odds we just happen to find you? Of all the caves we coulda entered?"

Chrysa cringed. "This...I lived in a higher part of this cave. I wanted to stay as close to the sun as possible. And you just happened to find me because they've been keeping me like this for months!"

"Why? Why you?"

"The rest...they...they finished." Chrysa barely breathed the last word. She looked at Snatch, settling slowly below him—as if trying to emphasize her helplessness. "Please."

Snatch thought about it. He'd never fallen for the 'damsel in distress' trap, and he didn't plan to start now. Damsels were just as troubled as anyone else, but they didn't just show up to be distressed right in an adventurer's way. But something about Chrysa made him unsure. There was a desperation in there that was hard to fake. He was good at reading people, and even with those eyes, she seemed genuinely frantic. But a cliché was a cliché.

Chrysa seemed to sense his uncertainty. She bit her lip. Her breasts bounced slightly in the water as she pushed her chest out. "Is there...something I can offer you that might...ease your worries?"

"Yeah, no." Snatch was getting tired of hanging around fey. He almost missed Larya—at least she generally drew their attention off him. "Look, okay, how about you just—"

"Ooorrr," Chrysa said, and her dainty voice had a dark edge to it this time, "maybe you need more than an offer."

Snatch followed her gaze. Chrysa's settling down had given her tentacles a bit of room to creep along the floor. One of them had settled gently on the top of his boot. Right next to bare skin.

He looked up at her. She grinned wickedly.

Before he could react, or even speak, the tentacle tightened. He yelped, feeling a momentary pain. Then...his leg was gone.

"Snatch!" Behind Chrysa, Nerka dove away as two tentacles slithered towards her.

Snatch felt more tentacles touching him, coiling under his shirt and breeches. More little stings followed, followed by...nothing.

He felt himself drifting, very slowly, backwards. He watched Nerka swim frantically back up. Watched Chrysa's tentacles lunge out, grasping around Nerka's salmon tail. Heard Nerka's startled intake of breath.

Then Snatch had fallen back too far to see. He felt tentacles lovingly caressing along his neck, leaving more little stings, and then...

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Nerka half-swam, half-crawled along the walls of the deep cavern, pulling herself along. She could barely stay off the ground.

Fey were almost always resistant to other fey's attacks. It wasn't the attacks that got them. It was usually more about...well, fey weren't known for their practices of abstinence.

The point was, the poison of a jelly maid had a slightly limited effect on her. Thank goodness. But it still felt like her tail was miles away from her. She wondered that she could get it to move at all—it was normally such a disobedient creature.

She forced her rattled mind to order as she kept following the cavern wall. She just had to keep going. Snatch was down; possibly dead. The creatures were slimes, and they were doing something to the girls they'd taken. She had to find Larya and Mylio.

She heard a ghostly giggle.

"Larya?" It did sound almost like the druidess. Almost. "Are you there?"

"Ooh...am I?"

Nerka blinked. She couldn't see the fork—surely they were still quite far from her fickle mate and his powerless plaything.

She noticed a few holes in the wall nearby. The mermaid frowned. Snatch had initially taken those holes to be traps, but closer examination had showed them to lead to perfectly natural breaks in the stone. Geologically speaking, Nerka had been skeptical, but now...

She pulled herself forward, filled with curiosity, and peered through one of the holes.

Something wet and sticky surged out and covered her face.

"Mmf!" Nerka cried, suddenly smothered. She scrabbled and fell, sinking to the bottom amid her frantic struggles. The wet, sticky thing had wrapped around her head and shoulders in less than an instant. She could barely breathe. She tried to raise her arms, and these were promptly plucked away from her with casual ease, like one might pluck away a toy sword from a toddler who had been misbehaving with it. Before she knew what was happening, her arms had been forced down to her sides.

She tried to will her tail to flap. Her half-paralyzed tail had other plans. In fact, the part of it that wasn't paralyzed seemed to be flicking cheerfully, as if it—

"Nnnh...nnah..." Nerka wriggled, realizing her upper body was completely encased in the invisible mass. And it felt...

...nice.

Merfolk did not have sex organs. Snatch had been right about this much. But they definitely had orgasms. Oh, did they. Their whole bodies—their arms, their lips, their breasts in particular—were incredibly sensitive, in fact. Erotically sensitive.

Nerka moaned as the gooey mass began to rub and stroke around her. It started slow. Agonizingly slow. And even so, the very second the sensation started, she already felt like she was going to come. The next second, she already felt more pleasure than she had felt in all her years of lust. And the next second, she'd already decided she was going to give in.

At least, a part of her had. She started panting, her moans getting louder—all muffled by the slime surrounding her hot, naked body. "Mm...mm...aagh!"

It kept twisting around her. She tried to buck, to thrust her chest, to touch herself. No.

"So nice," cooed a voice in her right ear.

"Do we like this?" cooed the same voice in her left.

"Do we want more?"

"Pleaaaaaah!" Nerka trembled violently, unable to shake as her pleasure-driven nervous system commanded. She was utterly helpless. Her eyes widened as she realized just how serious her predicament was.

"Was that a 'please'?" teased the voice. "Ooh, I think it was."

But it hadn't been! Had it? Nerka didn't know. And as the slime started stroking even faster along her body, she found she was losing the ability to...to...

"Mmm. Mm. Mmmm." Nerka shivered, her back arching ever-so-slightly. She felt a sudden motionlessness, and realized that she—within her giggling cocoon—had just landed on the floor. She whimpered. She had only been going through this for a few seconds now. How much longer could she survive with such...such...

The slime continued its steady stroking, rolling around her sensitive skin like the caress of a million lovers' wet, sticky tongues. She felt her tail twitching excitedly—completely unconstrained, and completely uninterested in putting up a fight. Typical.

"Mmm. Mm, ooomf." Such thoughts again were lost by the incessant sensation. She wriggled slightly, trying very hard to convince herself she was trying to escape. But in reality she just wanted more.

"Nice?" said the voice again, giggling.

Nerka opened her eyes, nodding helplessly. "Mm-hm."

"And we want mooore?" The voice giggled again.

"Mm-hm!" The sounds were out before Nerka could stop them. She cursed herself for her weakness, just as the slime trailed sensuously along her lips, blinding her for a moment with sheer bliss. Her conscious mind barely heard the voice's next words.

"We can give more, you sweet little girl." The slime rubbed over her pert nipples, sliding under and between her breasts with increased urgency. "So much more."

"SO much," the voice echoed, a bit darkly, in her other ear.

"Unnm...ummm..." Nerka's moans dissolved into sighs as the slime started to move faster on her. More? How could there possibly be—ohhhh...

"This can be everything," whispered the voice, sounding triumphant. "This can be your everything."

"Obedient."

"Full of lust."

"Constant pleasure."

Nerka gasped as the slime delicately pulled her arms apart, like fingers opening up a flower, causing a sudden new wave of sensation to hit her like a tidal wave. She shook, desperate for her orgasm. Her orgasms. Constant pleasure. But they weren't coming.

"Obeeedience," sang the voice. Nerka felt something like a tongue along her neck. It felt like a whole host of rough tongues was running over her, stimulating her beyond what her staggered mind could stand, bathing her in that wonderful, delicious slime.

She felt her nipples tingling, and dimly realized exactly what was happening to her. She realized how close she was to losing everything. To being their slutty puppet. To submitting utterly. The slime swirled around her tits, lifting them and forcing them against the current, maximizing the sensation. She realized how good it could feel—how good it could always feel. The slime tickled her arms, her lips, driving her mad with desire. She realized how cruelly she was being played, how totally, utterly, deliciously helpless she was against her sensuous assailant. The slime trickled inside her mouth and filled her with something chemical, making her head spin, making her moan uncontrollably. She realized how foul this force was, how much danger they were all in, exactly what it was going to do to all of them. To her. Forever.

At the same moment, she realized she could speak.

"More," she whispered. "M-more. Please. Please take me."




Sea Slimes Ch. 04



The slime kept running over her. She started to pant, then to whine. Why wasn't she climaxing? "Obedience," the voice cooed again. "Submission."

Nerka hesitated for just a moment.

"Ooooh." The voice giggled in her ear, tickling her inner lobe. "Do we not wanna fuck anymore?"

"Are we no fun for you? Oh..." Nerka could swear that the speaker was pouting.

The slime abruptly halted. Just like that. The sensations stopped. The pleasure stopped. It all stopped.

"N-no!" Nerka cried out. "Oh, please! I'll be yours! I'll be—I'll be obedient!" A piece of her broke as she said the word. And it felt so good.

"Are you suuure?" coaxed the voice. "Maybe you want us to let you go."

"No. Nononononono. I can be a good slut. I can be a good slut." Nerka tried to touch herself, to stroke herself, but she was still held fast. Helpless. Desperate. She would give them anything. Everything. If only...

"Hm. So you want to be ours?" The voice was as smug as a sea otter in a mussel bed. "We're gonna keep you going 'til you can't even remember your own name. You'll be nothing but sex. Ours. A hot little slave. We'll keep you screaming for aaaages. Is that what you want, pretty girl? Is that what you need from us? We'd love to help you, if only you'll give the word. Do we want that, our pretty little pet?"

Nerka realized she was being pulled somewhere. She could barely see, wherever it was, and it felt very small and confined. She was being dragged into darkness, deepest darkness. If she gave in now, that was it. She would emerge as a...a...

The slime pinched her nipple gently. She felt a tiny droplet of liquid seep out.

The mermaid whimpered.

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TO BE CONTINUED...



Sea Slimes



"I couldn't resist," she hissed, her hands crawling over Larya's shoulders and down under her robes. "Seeing you, so tasty and...mmm!"

Larya's half-hearted protestations died into little squeaks as she felt the slender hands working her breasts, tickling, squeezing, rubbing. She looked up at Nerka's cute face. The mermaid look positively rapturous, her eyes half-closed, giving a low purr. "I've gotta have you...oh...before you go..."

Larya gave an especially loud squeak as the fingers picked up their efforts. She heard the haggling stop for a moment, and gulped. She was trying to stay quiet, but Nerka's attentions were making it very, very difficult.

"So hot," Nerka rasped in her ear, "taking you...right under their noses...I'm gonna—"

Sucking in a deep breath, Larya leaned up and gave Nerka's perky nipple a long, sensous lick.

Instantly, the mermaid was lying on the ground, mewling. Larya gave a low growl of lust as the hands left her breasts. She sat up and descended on Nerka, licking her breasts, her neck, smothering the mermaid with kisses.

Merfolk did not actually possess sexual organs, but, like almost all fey, they could still have orgasms. Merfolk achieved theirs through hypersensitivity—their entire bodies, save their hands and tails, were more sensitive to attention than any wet pussy or hard cock.

Larya put her hands on Nerka's naked breasts and started kneading them roughly, massaging them. She took the mermaid in a passionate kiss, stifling the mermaid's cries with her piercing, questing tongue.

In mere moments, the mermaid was shaking uncontrollably, inches from orgasm. Larya savored the mermaid's desperate moans as she sped up her efforts further, flicking and twisting Nerka's nipples with one hand and caressing her cheek with the other. Even this simple touch elicited a loud whimper from the mermaid.

The mermaid seemed to have been soundly unprepared for such a brutal assault, and her climax was thunderous. Within moments, she was thrashing and jerking violently in Larya's unyielding grip, screaming her bliss into the kiss.

Larya broke off the kiss, clasped her hand over the mermaid's sensitive lips to block the orgasmic cries, and started kissing Nerka's neck, cooing nonsense words to soothe the pleasure-stricken fey.

At last the thrashing ceased. Larya's hand crept away from Nerka's mouth, but she didn't stop kissing.

Panting, Nerka put her hand on Larya's shoulder. "That..." she gasped, "that...ooh...um, you can—aah—stop now." Larya continued kissing and nibbling at the mermaid's sensitized neck. "You can—can...can, um...oh, god..."

Larya smiled slyly as the mermaid started moaning. Her hands returned to their task, stroking around Nerka's breasts and brushing over her lips, keeping her overwhelmed with pleasure—but still unable to make a sound louder than a gasp.

"I'm not letting you go that easy," she teased, tongue flicking in Nerka's ear. "Where's that famous mermaid stamina?"

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Two hours later, the rain had finally ceased.

Snatch glared at Mylio. "It's daylight robbery."

"It's all we can afford to pay," the merman snapped, wrenching out his sodden red hair. Which seemed a bit pointless to Snatch, come to think of it.

"Two trinkets for a kill job on an unknown foe?"

"Two priceless artifacts from the White Onyx. For something that won't even attack you." Mylio waved a hand dismissively. "Just your pet whore."

Snatch rapped his scythe's handle against the rock. "She's my...ally," he said, through gritted teeth. "For now. And if she gets killed by some rape-happy monster, you've cost me dear."

Mylio sighed, rolling his eyes. "We will pay you an extra chest of gold if she dies."

Snatch's eyes bulged. Inwardly, he considered it—one chest? No, definitely two or three. Larya had her uses. "Four chests. And..." His head tilted. "Your trident."

"My what?"

Snatch's eyes narrowed. "You heard me."

Mylio looked at his trident, stunned. "Wh-why would you want this?" He looked like a little child being forced to give up his favorite toy.

"I don't." Snatch grimaced. "But I think it'll ensure you tag along and make sure she stays out of harm's way. Saves me from having to look after her."

For a moment, Mylio looked livid. His hands clenched around the trident. His dark turquoise eyes shone with malice.

Then, oddly enough, it passed. He suddenly seemed calm. His hands relaxed. His eyes returned to normal. He even gave a little smirk. "So be it. I will personally guarantee the land wh—the...Larya's safety. If she dies, the trident is yours."

Snatch frowned. He was good at reading people, and Mylio had a plan.

Then again, what did it matter? Fey were bound by their word.

Snatch offered his hand to shake. After a moment, Mylio accepted it. With two fingers, as if he wanted to touch as little of Snatch as possible.

Snatch immediately yanked his hand away. It was done. "Larya!" he called. "Damn it, are you off—oh, there you are."

Larya had just emerged from behind the boulder. Her dark hair was somewhat unkempt, and her bright eyes had a familiar sparkle to them. "Sorry!" she chirped. "Just showing Nerka a seashell I found!"

"Hmph." Snatch didn't much care who Larya fucked, but he did care who knew it. He glanced at the merman beside him.

Thankfully, Mylio didn't seem to be quite as quick on the uptake when a very frazzled-looking Nerka came around the corner. The mermaid's perfect white braids were entangled, her entire body was glistening with sweat, and she was currently rubbing a part of her neck Snatch was pretty sure had a hickey. "yes!" she gasped, then straightened—leaning conspicuously on Larya's shoulder. "Yes. It was a nice seashell."

Mylio shrugged, already turning away. "I care not for your childish hobbies, woman. Come. We have settled on a price."

"Oh, g-good!" Still looking and sounding a bit dazed, Nerka slithered over. "You did get 'im down to one artifar...artififif...treasure thing, right?"

Mylio let out a low growl.

Snatch suppressed a laugh, exchanging a look with Larya. Larya beamed. "I thought haggling might be easier if his partner was, uh, 'occupied'."

Snatch shrugged, turning away. Sometimes the druidess wasn't all useless.

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Goblin's Note: To be continued! :D

Coming up in this series: Jellyfish jigglers, slimy seductresses, manta merman mounters, and character development exploring the early relationship and contrast between Larya the druidess and Snatch (/Alrek) the thief!

But probably mostly the other stuff. We're here to have fun, after all! ^.^