Page 82 of Echo and the Homicidal Sea Panda

Echo leaned a bit closer, captivated by the sense of conscious thought. It had to be intelligent to form shapes, didn’t it? Out of nowhere, his wombs cramped painfully. He reached for his stomach with one hand, and the one on the edge of the pool slipped from under him. Echo splashed into the water headfirst. The circular motion pulled him down and away from the edge until he was caught in the water’s vortex.

Before falling, he’d had little time to draw air into his lungs. Within seconds, they burned with the need for air. He forced his way to the surface, only to be pulled under again. A hand snatched his, and he was yanked higher. When he broke back through the surface, he was dragged into Mael’s arms. Chest to chest.

Their lips were a heartbeat apart.

Heat surged through Echo as he gasped for air.

Mael’s arm crossed against his back drew him in tighter. He’d already been burning up before he’d fallen into the water. Mael’s heated touch sent him over the edge. He tingled all over, his cock thickening and peeking farther out of the slit.

Echo leaned in closer and pulled himself out of the water a few inches to graze his lips over Mael’s.

It wasn’t enough. He wrapped his arms around Mael’s neck to get nearer to deepen the kiss. As he moved, he noticed the blue glow coating his arms. The light danced over his skin. Swimming back a few inches, he found it coated both of them, the touch of the tiny dots tickling as they spread.

“We should get out of here,” Mael whispered, but his grip never lessened.

He didn’t move.

Echo lifted his feet to wrap his legs around Mael’s waist, but he couldn’t move them. Frowning, he glanced down into the water. His feet were no longer feet, but flukes—as were Mael’s. He stared down at his tail, confused. He lifted both hands. They were still human.

“I thought dolphins couldn’t half shift?” Mael asked.

“We can’t,” Echo replied, staring at his tail. He lifted his wide-eyed gaze to Mael. “I’veneverbeen able to do this.”

Mael offered a hand. Echo took it and he was dragged close again. Another wave of heat washed through him.

Mael’s eyelids narrowed, his chest heaving as he drew in a strangled breath.

Echo lowered a hand to his slit and stroked the head of his cock. The need to mate screamed in his blood. It was too early, but it was clear. He was most definitely in heat. “Mael… I don’t…” He paused to moan. “Ineed…”

Mael didn’t move. He stared at Echo, hunger in his eyes.

“Please,Maelstrom…”

Mael’s eyes flashed blue, the same color as the dancing light, before returning to black. He pressed his body harder against Echo’s.

“Breed me,alpha,” Echo murmured.

Mael closed his eyes, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly. When he reopened them, he whipped his tail and rushed them away farther from the vortex in the center. After swimming to the side, he pinned Echo against one of the smooth, tiled stones and rubbed his orca slit against Echo’s.

“I need you inside me,” Echo whispered.

“I know, baby,” Mael said, nipping at his neck. He lowered a hand and pressed open Echo’s slit, slipping two fingers inside his hole. “You’re burning up for me.”

“Yeah,”Echo whimpered, closing his eyes from the pleasure Mael’s fingers brought. It wasn’t nearly enough, though.

Intense desire robbed Echo of conscious thought. Having Mael’s cocks inside him was all he could see in his head. And it wasn’t only having Mael inside him… but the need to be filled with his orca’s babies. His wombs ached, cramping again. Only Mael could make it stop. Echo rubbed against Mael’s slit, feeling the shafts growing harder against his touch.

One of Mael’s cocks slipped out of the slit, and Echo guided it to the slick passage under his cock. The other snaked out and pressed against his asshole which was also hidden in his slit when in dolphin form. Mael slowly penetrated both holes, sinking deeper and deeper.

The half shift had transformed Echo’s pussy into dolphin anatomy. Instead of a straight canal, his dolphin’s vagina was a labyrinth. Mael’s prehensile cock was made for just such a thing. It slid through the twists and turns, around, up, down, until it lodged deep within, swelling and locking them together.

Mael’s lower cock hardened inside his ass. They both moaned in harmony, forehead to forehead. After a few seconds to catch their breaths, Mael rocked against Echo, feeding his cock deeper into his ass.

The cock in his pussy acted like a knot, binding them together in the water. It also worked as a pivot, allowing Mael to rock and work the other in and out of his asshole.

Echo hooked his elbows on the edge of the pool to steady himself—and to give him leverage to meet Mael’s thrusts as much as he could. Mael grasped his hips as he plunged in and out. He captured Echo’s lips with his own, and they writhed together in their merman-esque forms, slit-to-slit.

“Put your babies inside me,” Echo pleaded as he watched his big, strong alpha pumping into him.

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