Page 60 of Stealing the Merman

“Damn,” Darin panted, “this is tight. You massage me so good.”

Finn keened. Darin’s cockhead was shoved against his prostate. He couldn’t stop coming. Waves of convulsions wrecked him, carrying him to unknown heights. Darin kissed him open-mouthed, and Finn breathed him in, all the while Darin kneaded his ass and Conall rubbed his back. It was paradise.

Then Conall’s hands gripped Finn’s nape and waist, withdrew his dick and slammed back in with all his considerable might.

All air was pushed from Finn’s lungs, and Darin cursed, voice hoarse and strained with desire. Finn overflowed with lust and love, and he spilled uncontainable, dirty little noises that only encouraged Conall. He picked up a punishing rhythm, pistoning into Finn until he, too, was grunting and huffing. Darin was writhing, heavy sounds escaping him every time Conall thumped back in.

“Fuck! Sir!” Darin whined. “F-Feels so good when you slide over me. You’re… f-fucking us both…”

Finn sucked in air at the mental picture of Conall sliding over Darin’s sensitive underside with every push and pull. That, and Finn’s contracting insides, had to be shoving Darin closer and closer to the edge. He certainly looked that way: rumpled copper hair, flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, and he grit his teeth while panting like a galloping horse—sure-fire signs that he was battling his impending orgasm.

“That’s right,” Conall growled, his hot, damp breath puffing against Finn’s shoulder. “And you’re such a whore for it, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” Darin said.

“What are you?”

“Y-Your whore, sir.”

“Good boy,” Conall said, driving in hard, causing Darin and Finn to moan.

Every time Conall slid in and out, the pressure of Darin’s fat glans against Finn’s prostate changed. It eased off as Conall pulled out and returned with a vengeance when he smacked his cock into Finn. His climax escalated, pounding him with savage force. His insides contracted violently, leaving him whimpering with ecstasy.

“And you’re no better, are you?” Conall said close to Finn’s ear. “You love having two dicks up your ass, don’t you? Such a slut for cock. That’s what you are. A sweet little cock slut, endlessly coming for our hard dicks.” Conall drove in, forcing Darin’s cockhead into Finn’s gland, making him cry out and undulate.

“Yes,” Finn panted, gone with lust.

Conall’s giant hands wrapped around his throat from behind, strangling him. Of course, being a merman, Conall wouldn’t hurt him.

“Slut,” Conall said, snapping his hips, and the three men moaned in unison.

Finn’s toes curled, his arms shook, eyes rolling back in his head. His orgasm peaked, and with Conall pressing Darin into his pleasure center, Finn detonated in rapture. He was flying, coming like a geyser, gushing onto Darin, who went rigid, let out a bitten-off shout and fired spurts of cum right at Finn’s prostate. Conall’s grip on his throat tightened, and he pumped his cock into Finn once, twice, and came with a deafening roar. His eruption drenched Finn’s insides, flooded over Darin’s cock, marking them as his. Finn clenched rapidly around his men, milking them as he rode the crashing waves of his climax. When it finally ebbed off, the men collapsed on top of each other in a panting, sweating heap of bodies.

“Damn,” Darin huffed, “that was amazing.”

“Fuck, it was,” Conall groaned and took Darin’s hand to interlace their fingers. He captured Darin’s mouth in a heated kiss. When he pulled away, he pecked Finn’s shoulder. “You did well, taking both of us.”

An aftershock shivered through Finn. “I hope it didn’t stretch me out. I want to be tight for you. For your pleasure.”

Conall chuckled and tangled his free hand in Finn’s hair. “Knowing you, you’ll be snug like a virgin by morning.”

Aftershocks continued to shake Finn for a long time, his insides quivering deliciously as his men wrapped their arms around him, holding him close. They fell asleep by the fire, warmed by the dancing flames, the balmy Caribbean night and the heat of each other’s bodies.

To Finn’s surprise, he didn’t wake up dying with arousal when he came to in the morning. Quite the opposite, he felt happy and sated. Conall and Darin had satisfied his urges to the core, for which he was beyond grateful. His lust didn’t return until well into the afternoon.

Over the next few days, Conall contemplated his life choices. Sometimes, he voiced his thoughts to Finn and Darin, sometimes he took off on his own, pacing the beach as he mulled over ideas.

He surprised Darin and Finn when he announced his decision to build a beachside tavern in Mosquito Bay. They’d sat down for food, and Finn hadn’t expected Conall to spring a fully formed plan at them.

“A tavern?” Darin asked, busy peeling a banana.

“That’s exciting!” Finn said. “I can see it. This is a beautiful beach, and Esperanza is close by.”

“And it’s a growing village,” Conall said. “Even pirates get sick of Vieques Town and go south. It doesn’t take long to get here by boat, and I could cut a track through the jungle. It can’t be more than two miles to Esperanza via land.”

“I like the idea,” Finn said. He gathered a handful of seeds and held his palm out. Immediately, a shriek sounded in the trees, and a green parrot flew out of them. It was a Puerto Rican amazon, a beautiful green bird, perhaps a relative of the Bahama parrot.

“We’ll help you build the tavern, right, Finn?” Darin asked.

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