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“What is this?” I’m grateful I can’t see anything within the shipwreck as Triton, who I’m absolutely certain can, throws my legs over his shoulders and dips down to presumably inspect my vagina.
“That is where your cock would go. If you would stop edging me.”
“I still do not understand what you mean by our bodies being incompatible if my cock goes in here.” He teases at my entrance with a finger, and the mate bond has me so worked up, I almost come just from that alone. Human men could never.
“Your cock would fit fine; it’s your extra bits that have nowhere to go.”
“They would not fit in here alongside my cock?” His finger dips inside me, working in and out. He’s not trying to make me come. It’s as if he is testing the limitations of how far I could stretch, but it’s doing something to me nonetheless. I squirm beneath him, itching to rock against his exploringfingers.
“Not unless I was really, really wet.” I can’t help myself. I press down against his finger; I still want more.
“We are underwater. You are always wet.”
His observation makes me want to giggle. He’s not wrong, but he’s so literal, and I can’t believe we’re having this conversation while his finger is working in and out of me at such a slow and steady pace. Triton isn’t even aware of what it’s doing to me.
“When human women are aroused, they self-lubricate to make it easier for a cock to fit inside them. Kind of like how your cock has its own special lubrication.”
“This is very interesting and has given me many things to think about. But now, I wish to explore some more.”
“Oh, thank goodness.” I sigh in relief as his mouth comes down upon my clit, and he continues to work his finger inside me until I’m writhing beneath him, my climax vibrating through me with a scream.
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Triton
The human body is full of many surprises. I discovered that my Elena has an entrance between her legs where my cock is supposed to go, and now all I can think about is filling it and feeling her tighten around me like she did my fingers as she climaxed.
I rub at my face as we continue to follow the perimeter of the barrier around Aeolia. These thoughts are making it hard to contain my aching cock inside my pocket, and I do not want to be swimming around with my cock out like a young Mer who cannot control his urges. But I am left with the problem of figuring out how I can fill her with my cock when my claspers exist. I will figure it out because I am desperate to be inside her, to feel her slick walls around me. I want to fill her with my seed until it is leaking out from between her legs, and my scent is so thoroughly entangled with hers that the sea creatures cannot tell us apart.
I have not told my Elena that the water feels cooler again today, and I wonder if there is perhaps a breach in a section of the barrier that we are nearing. I do not want her to worry about me, and I do not want to get either of our hopes up. There may be a way for her to return home and for my family to return to me. But I can already feel the numbness creeping in between the layers of my skin and bone, and a sense of foreboding has been sitting in the pit of my stomach since we started out this morning. If it does not get any colder, I may be able to prevent myself from slipping into a frozen-like state. Elena has not noticed, and I think she still believes that it was just the difference of leaving the warmth of the hot spring cave; however, Mer are so much more sensitive to the slightest temperature changes.
If it is the cold season on the other side of the barrier, then my family may not even be waiting for me there. They would have migrated to warmer waters already.Ifmy family is waiting for me.Ifthey came back for me. Do they think I perished? Did they move on after a thousand years of being separated? Do they think about me as often as I think of them? I do not want to think about what I may or may not discover—Iwill follow my own advice and focus on one problem at a time. First, we will continue to inspect the barrier. This, I can manage for now.
The water gets cooler and cooler the closer we get to the northernmost point of the barrier. We are not far from home, but I can feel the stiffness in my limbs, and I am not moving as quickly as I have in previous days. If this continues, we will have to stop and rest for the evening, but I fear that if I stop moving, I will succumb to the cold. I fondle the conch at my neck, deciding if I should call Ichó to help Elena bring me home, and we can resume another time, but we are so close.
“What’s wrong?” Elena has swum ahead, turning when she realizes I’ve slowed behind her.
“I think there is a breach in the barrier.” My tail feels weighed down and clunky as I swim slowly towards her.
“How can you tell?” I do not miss the way my Elena’s eyes light up at the prospect, and now my heart feels as leaden in my chest as my limbs do in the water. Of course, she still wishes to return to her home. She said as much, and I cannot deny her that. But I wish she would stay. I imagine taking her hand and begging her, but I knowthat if she did, it would be out of guilt and not because of her feelings for me. So, I say nothing about my feelings.
“It is cold.” As I say the words, she realizes how slow I am moving through the water.
“Oh, Triton!” she gasps, rushing to my side. “We need to get you home, or, or—somewhere to rest. Somewhere I can make you warm again, away from here.” She wraps an arm around my back, slinging mine across her shoulders to help her prop me up. “Is there somewhere close by? Triton?!”
I can hear my Elena, and the worry laced in her words, but I am not fully listening as I spot it. The break in the barrier. Well, not entirely. It is not like a hole or a tear in the pearlescent wall that separates us from the outside, but in a fraction of a second, I saw it flicker—so quickly, I would not have noticed had I not been staring in that direction.
I shrug my mate’s arm from around my waist and slowly swim towards the wall, trailing my hand along the surface as I go, waiting for it to happen again. Will my hand dip straight through thebarrier when it happens?
“Triton? What is it? Have you found it?” My Elena trails along after me, easily catching up with my slow pace.
“Agh!” The barrier flickers again, my hand popping through to the other side as it blinks out and back in again. I have no choice but to pull my hand back when the barrier squeezes around my wrist, so tight it feels like my hand might pop off as it attempts to close around it. I cradle my hand to my chest, my fingers frozen and stiff. For a moment, I could feel the cold ocean on the other side. Definitely the cool season then. My heart sinks, and I know that my family will not be on the other side waiting for me. Not this time.
“Triton! Are you okay?” My Elena grabs my aching hand and inspects it, flipping it over to check for injury. Finding none, she wraps it inside her two small palms and rubs it vigorously until some semblance of warmth kindles between them, and I can move my fingers again.
I sigh, leaning into my mate and resting my forehead against hers. “Thank you, my Elena.”
“Come on, we’ve got to—” My mate’s eyes bulge as her hands scramble to touch her neck where her gills areno longer. “Triton!” Panic is etched all over her face as she attempts to yell my name, and a rush of bubbles leaves her mouth.
