Page 28 of Tempting Triton
Triton growls, slipping his fingers from me as pressure builds in my core, leaving me whimpering at the loss. They’re coated in a slick of red that he swirls his tongue around before sucking themclean, groaning. “Mine. All mine.”
I should feel embarrassed, but I find something about what he did so erotic, and I want more. I want all of him.
He swirls his fingers around my clit, before slipping them inside me again, this time pairing his fingers with his tongue, and I am overwhelmed at the sensation as I climax so quickly yet again, it’s almost frustrating. I want the feeling to last forever, and still, the bond is not satiated. It’s my turn to growl, grabbing onto Triton’s shoulders and flipping us again so he is beneath me. His cock has emerged from its pocket, and the ridges that encircle it look so enticing.
“I need you.” I take his slick cock in my hand, already coated in his lubricant, and pump it twice, feeling him jerk beneath me.
“You said we were not compatible?” Triton’s gaze is now clear; my mate is back at the forefront of his mind.My mate. I chew my bottom lip, not knowing what this internal declaration means to me just yet.
I shrug, eyeing off his cock that looks so innocent right now, the claspers still tucked away inside his pocket. “I’m willing to try, if you are?” My voice is husky, and I don’t know who this girl is, but she wants this merman cock so desperately that she’ll make it work evenif she has to take it and his claspers too. The thought of being stuffed full of Triton has me drooling. Is this the bond driving me to be so hedonistic? I don’t think I care.
Triton nods eagerly, and I’m reminded that this is his first time. “Are you sure?” I ask, hovering above Triton’s slick cock positioned at my entrance.
“Yes, my mate.” He hisses as I slowly slide myself down onto his cock, his self-lubricant aiding against the friction of the water. He pants beneath me, and I can see his fingers digging into the sand. When I’m fully seated, I slowly slide back up and down again, reveling in the feeling of his ridges rubbing up against my walls.
“Are you okay?” I lean down, whispering against Triton’s lips as I stare into his beautiful eyes. He answers me with a hungry kiss that drowns out my cries as his cock pistons into me all on its own. Such a handy trick.
“I cannot keep them contained for much longer.” Triton groans beneath me while I rock backwards and forwards atop him, his cock pumping itself in and out of me, creating the perfect balance of friction and movement. He means hisclaspers, and I worry that it’s hurting him to even try to keep them contained despite not having asked him to.
“It’s okay. Let go.” We both sigh in pleasure as his two finger-length claspers protrude from his pocket.
“Oh!” I yelp as each clasper rubs up against two sensitive spots. The top clasper is perfectly positioned to rub against my clit while his cock pumps into me, and the bottom clasper applies pressure to the tight hole of my ass, not quite breaching it. If I were to rock backwards, it would tease my entrance.
“Oh,” I moan. “Yes.” It looks like we can make this work after all.
Triton grunts beneath me, his claspers just as sensitive to him, as he grips my hips tightly, holding me in place while his cock jackrabbits inside of me. His claspers rub at my clit and ass while my eyes roll into the back of my skull. It’s not long before the nubs of his claspers are ballooning, and he is spilling his seed inside of me. The pressure from the nubs is enough to send me spiraling into my third climax, leaving me draped across Triton’s chest, panting as the water splashes against us.
27
Triton
My mate’s blood lasts for three days before it peters off, and I spend those three days in and out of the frenzy, the beast and I taking turns at taking our Elena. Him, with his head between her legs, and me, spilling my seed inside her over and over again.
I have never experienced something as fulfilling as being inside my mate and feeling her slick walls clench around me. The satisfaction of filling her with my seed until it spills out of her and runs down her legs. I am a very pleased Mer, in more ways than one.
I curl around the back of my Elena, supporting her hips as I piston into her, her ankles locked behind my tail while I brace her against me, my hands clutching at her breast and throat. The upside to not having to move my tail to fuck my mate means that we can try many positions, and I have gotten a lot of practice at pleasuring her, nolonger spilling my seed in the first few moments like a young Mer using his fist for the first time.
My Elena moans into my touch, my claspers protruding to penetrate the tight pucker of her back entrance ever so slightly in this position, while the other slides along her clit. Water sloshes around us, disturbing the usually calm waters of the hidden pool. We discover that our numerous couplings help ease my Elena’s cramps from her blood, and I have been more than eager to nurse my mate’s suffering, while also satiating the beast’s lust for blood. Meanwhile, I have been getting stronger with each passing day that we spend in the water, thanks to the healing powers of the Pierian Spring.
“Triton!”
I roar my release into the crook of her neck as her walls clench around me and she cries out my name, her body shuddering, her heart pounding as she tries to catch her breath. I will never get sick of hearing my name upon her lips, especially yelled in ecstasy as I bring her to climax over and over again.
I slide my cock from within her, spinning her in my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I can feel my seed spilling out of her, the texture thicker than the water surroundingus, coating my abdomen where her pussy sits against me. My chest rumbles in a half growl, half purr as I slide my hand between us and push my release back inside of her with my fingers. My Elena squirms around me, groaning into my chest, her walls squeezing my fingers as I make sure none of my seed is wasted. I would love to see my mate’s belly rounded and full with my spawn.
“We should head back soon. Ichó is probably wondering what’s taking us so long.” My mate and I are eye to eye, and I am entranced by the dark speckles of blue that ring her ocean-colored irises.
“Or we could stay here forever,” I reply. “I have no doubt Ichó thinks we are likely consummating the mate bond, and he is pleased to be free of his obligation of caring for me after this past millennia.” I twirl a long golden strand of hair around my finger before tugging on it playfully. “I do not intend for you to put your clothing back on ever again, so that my eyes may feast upon the glory that is your lithe body. So perfect for me.” I groan, palming her tight buttocks. I fear I will never be satiated for long enough to ever let her go.
My mate rolls her eyes at me. “You were that confident I would give in to you, huh?” She smirks up at me and shakes her head.
Seriousness washes over me. “I had hoped, yes. But do not think you are merely a prize to be won. You are to be treasured, revered, cared for, and protected. Mates are so rare that to have found you after being trapped here for over a thousand years, I should be so honored for you to have chosen me. If you have chosen me.”
Despite our coupling, we have not actually spoken about what it means, if it means anything at all, and I do not know the customs of her people. Perhaps it is common for humans to seek pleasure with each other and expect nothing more. My heart constricts in my chest at the thought. What if my mate still wishes to leave and find her way back home somehow? I could not fault her because I, too, wish for my family to return to me. But the thought of her still wishing to leave feels as if the Fates are squeezing my heart within their fists. A sick, twisted game to dangle my mate in front of me only to have her le—
“I choose you, Triton.” Her voice is small, quiet, barely a whisper above the roar of the waterfall that stops my train of thought in its tracks.
“I choose you.”
