"Five Million Jewels vore f/f" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/NS8kEQRP Created on: Tuesday 26th of January 2016 09:26:35 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:41:20 AM UTC “Five million jewels.” The amber-eyed Adair looked her guest up and down quizzically, as though searching for something. With the show finished and the audience dispersing for the night the stadium outside was almost completely quiet again. Ordinarily the mermaid would part ways with her sisters and come back to her changing room, throwing off her clothes and changing into something looser before kicking up her tail and relaxing. In contrast to the underwater stage her room was only flooded up to knee-height, allowing mermaids easy mobility. Of course it had been very surprising when the dark-haired human had come running into her room, shouting desperately at the security pursuing her. Her tie still hung loosely around her neck, and with her shirt and crimson blazer partway off the woman had a momentary view of her modest cleavage. Her face would have surely blended in against her blazer as she looked away, just long enough for security to seize her and try to drag her away. She wasn’t quite sure what it was that had made her stop them in their tracks, nor what it was that had seen her guide the woman over to an ornately crafted chair. Payment was the issue at hand, she had quickly discerned. She settled into the chair closest to her guest. From the way they had glared at her before being dismissed she could imagine that her guest had only been seconds away from being stomped into the ground. The Aqua Force was not an organization known widely for their frivolous, peaceful attitudes. “That’s the going price for one of our concerts, isn’t it?” With tears in her eyes, the young woman nodded. She was a particularly shabby individual from the world above. Precisely what tribe she had come from eluded Adair. Come to think of it, she had never been particularly good with identifying different tribes, let alone the individuals which made them up. When it came time for her and her sisters to take their place on stage and sing to those rich or fortunate enough to attend their concerts the audience was one whole, regardless of their place of origins. But it didn’t take a particularly discerning eye to realize that her fortunes had not been favourable. The state of her clothes was mind-boggling. Faded and torn, adorned with the scent of days it was a reality that she could barely remember. She was sure her sisters would feel the same way. In fact, the only thing of worth that she seemed to have was the oxygen device nestled between her lips. When Adair reached out to pull it away gently she recoiled, stuttering something inaudible to herself. Her fingers hovered for a moment, uncertain, but as the woman sealed her lips resolutely shut she lowered her hand. “There’s no point in asking why you did it.” She eyed her beret, sitting on the table conspicuously for a good twenty seconds before finally placing it upon her head. Costume complete, Adair thought to herself. She offered a sympathetic smile. “You wanted to see our concert.” She nodded emphatically. “I’ve always loved listening to you,” she said in a voice that was barely a whisper. The oxygen device poked its way out from her lips again, covered in saliva. It was obvious why she kept it so close to her chest, Adair thought suddenly. Although the stadium itself was well oxygenated they were still at the bottom of the ocean. The moment she lost her tool was the moment she lost her ability to breathe outside. Given the eagerness of the Aqua Force to detain her, she didn’t blame her for keeping a grip on it. “Even back home, your songs captured my heart and soul. I’ve always wanted to see you in concert, even if it was just once.” It was a familiar story. One that her guards wouldn’t be very impressed with. In contrast it made her heart flutter with warmth. “Do you have a name?” “Blythe.” “Blythe.” Adair tried it out. It was an unusual name, but she liked it nonetheless. “That’s sweet and all,” she confessed, “and I’m glad our music makes a difference to you. But seeing the Blazer Idols in concert is something you have to pay for, right?” “I—it’s not as if I intended to do it for free,” Blythe whispered. Upon hearing this, Adair frowned. That was the strange part about Blythe’s story. Come to think of it, as she had run into her room she had been insisting all the while she could afford the show she had no ticket. “Did the guards take anything off you?” she asked. A bad thought was beginning to dawn on her. “There are some people who’ll take something of worth from you and claim it’s enough to see us. Was it that…?” Blythe shook her head. As she did the mermaid let out a sigh of relief, one that was quickly replaced by fresh confusion. No matter how many times she looked, shabby clothes were still shabby. She looked like a Granblue captive. Gently she tugged up her guest’s sleeves, ignoring her yelps of embarrassment for the moment. The tell-tale mark of slavery was nowhere to be seen. “Then…did you already pay?” Again she shook her head. “I—I came here to pay you,” Blythe murmured. “That’s not how it works,” Adair pointed out. She folded her arms. “We don’t take payment directly. We have vendors who take care of exchanges of that nature, just like any of the Bermuda Triangle idols.” “I tried to make my offer to them,” Blythe said. Wiping her tears away, she managed to look a bit annoyed. “They just laughed at me and said I was an idiot.” Adair glanced at the wall clock. With the noise outside almost completely gone it was time for her to go to bed. It wouldn’t do her well if she was to appear tomorrow night with bags under her eyes or shadows on her face. But at the same time that involved giving Blythe to the mercy of the Aqua Force. “You make it sound like you had something truly worthwhile,” she pointed out. “Please, just tell me what it was.” She caressed her arm gently. “You seem like a nice girl,” she said, “and I’d be willing to let you off if you just be honest with me.” In that moment Blythe’s face became pitch red again. Her lips opened, but what came out was nothing but a meaningless stutter. She buried her face in her hands, as though trying to make herself invisible. “I—I heard about a concert you once did,” she whispered once her attempt had failed, “where you invited a girl up on stage. Y—you licked her face, and you said that you could even give her family a refund if she let you gobble her up.” Somehow her face managed to grow even brighter. “O—oh.” It was Adair’s turn to blush. Suddenly the taste of that girl was back in her mouth, alongside the feelings the impromptu act had inspired. She remembered the incident all the clearer because of how her sisters had teased her for saying such a thing, promising that she would surely become the fat one of the three. She breathed in, swallowing a mouthful of water. “L—let me see if I have this right. You think that offering yourself to me as food is payment for watching our concert?” Her fingers twitched upon her arm. Looking closely at her again, underneath her shabby clothes the woman was not bad looking. She reminded her of the girl whom she had made the offer to, in fact. If it weren’t for her blue eyes contrasting the silver ones she had looked into she would have sworn it were the same woman. The difference being that she had refused the offer, as she had naturally expected. She looked down meekly. “I—I liked your music so much, I wanted to make you as happy as you made me…even if it was only for a fleeting moment.” “Y—you make it sound like you came here just so I could eat you,” Adair stuttered. When she looked away nervously a shiver ran through her spine. Call for security, a voice whispered inside her head. She looked up at the door. The Aqua Force would certainly protect her from a woman like this, but who would protect a woman like this from them? Then there was the question of the urge which was slowly building up inside her. It had been there on that night as well, guiding those fateful words out of her lips. Although they had been perceived as a joke… She looked back at her. “You’re not a crazy woman, are you?” “W—what do you mean?” Adair tapped her blazer-coated stomach. “You know what happens to food, right?” She nodded. “I’d expect you to completely digest me,” she nodded. “And you’re alright with that,” she asked incredulously. Seeing her nod, she swallowed again. Both looked at each other silently, each waiting the other out. One with curiosity, the other with hope. What felt like an eternal stalemate ended with the clock striking two in the morning, followed soon after by a low, insistent growl. The woman’s eyes widened as she looked at the mermaid’s stomach. “It’s not worth five million jewels. Not at all.” As she spoke those words the woman’s face sank. The mermaid drew closer to her, clearing her throat. “I would love to tell you that every single life is worth that much, but they simply aren’t. The value of a life is measured in something more than money…usually.” There were exceptions, of course, but there was no need to go into such specific circumstances. “But…” she sighed. Taking her hand in hers, she gave her fingers an experimental lick. “I think I want to eat you anyway.” Anybody who heard those words should have been by all rights terrified, even if they came from her lips. Yet this woman was completely blithe to that fact. In contrast she looked downright excited, and it was only in grabbing her mouth that she stopped her excited cry. “You’re cute,” she pointed out to her, “and I like the thought of you in my belly. It’s not worth the jewels, but I admire anybody who cares about us so much.” “S—so…” she was in danger of spitting the oxygen device out across the room. “W—when do I…?” Adair silenced her with but a touch. Before she could say another word her lips descended like a shark upon herring, kissing her gently. Part of her tried to insist that it was a bad idea, that she should take it all back, but curiosity and desire was by far the stronger voice. Joined by the rumble in her belly, she smiled with her eyes at Blythe before widening her maw with a creak of detaching joints, her jaw stretching as if it were made of rubber. It was only as her head touched her tongue that she realized that in the excitement she had forgotten to strip her tattered clothes away. Mumbling her intent, Blythe nonetheless shivered with surprise as her clothes were torn away bit by bit, leaving her bare body to press against her clothed body. With her tongue she lovingly caressed her face, sinking saliva into every single gap her tongue could reach. Whether it was in thanks for her sacrifice or her own nervousness at continuing it was ultimately short-lived, ending with her head touching the back of her throat. With a fresh burst of courage Adair swallowed hard, pulling her head down into her throat. She felt more like a predator of the ocean than a mermaid and with good reason, but the feeling was not a bad one. Her desire grew greater as she pulled her shoulders down as well, followed by her breasts, hands and naval. Blythe put up no fight, growing only more fidgety and excited as she grew closer to her destination; as her head finally poked down into her stomach the moan of satisfaction that echoed inside her eclipsed even Adair’s own. Her slim, picture perfect gut was distending and stretching. If it were her sisters in her position they would be screaming and shouting, but as she looked down at hers, settling into a more oval shape her face grew hotter. As strange as it was, she preferred the new shape, especially with the quivers that raced through it. She unbuttoned her blazer hastily, letting it sag out with a pleasured moan. Her bra, on the other hand was not as forgiving, and as Blythe’s shoulders slipped down into her stomach it snapped and fell upon the floor, putting her breasts on full display. How was she going to undo this in just a few hours, she wondered? Only now did it dawn on her that her sisters were receiving exactly none of Blythe’s generous payment. She tried to care, but swiftly failed. The sensations in her throbbing stomach made that a near-impossible task. Daringly she caressed her fan’s womanhood with her tongue, delighting in the excited convulsions that racked her stomach. She settled back into her chair, playing with both her growing stomach and her fan’s moistening womanhood until she heard footsteps approaching. Resolving herself to finishing the task, she threw back her head and hastily swallowed the rest of her, just in time for her bodyguard to step into her room. She stared at him, licking Blythe’s taste from her lips. Down her throat slipped the last of her body and her stomach stretched out its last few inches. Even with the blazer properly unbuttoned it was being stretched far beyond its means. He stared back at her in turn, then hastily looked away, much like Blythe had earlier It was clear what he wanted to ask. Opening her mouth to answer, it was at first a satisfied belch that reverberated in her throat, bringing up with it the oxygen device her fan had been using. “There was no reason to detain her,” the blazer idol smiled. She snagged the device between her fingers, setting it on the table. If nothing else it would serve as a memento of today…along with her stomach, of course, which would never let her forget such indulgence. Her hand patted her fat belly happily. “She paid up front. You can tell the others that if they ask.” It was completely selfish, she knew as he turned and staggered out of her room, looking back once or twice to affirm what his eyes could not believe. But still she leaned back with a happy sigh. “You did like me the most, didn’t you?” she asked as an afterthought. She felt a nod from inside her. “We should both be glad for that,” Adair smiled. “After all, you’re going to be part of me soon.”