The Noble’s Merman

Chapter 14

FOURTEEN

“ S o you’ve been thinking what I’ve been thinking?” Mo said, giving Kent a fiendishly devilish smirk, and it did something to Kent’s insides that could only be described as exciting.

“I don’t know, what have you been thinking?” He couldn’t help but give the same smirk back, as best as he could manage.

“Only how much I want to touch you some more. Were your thoughts the same?”

Kent felt his cheeks burn up, and his prick twitched in his breeches. “My thoughts are definitely along the same lines as that.”

Mo was still holding Kent’s hand, making little circles with his thumb. Mo lifted his other hand to caress Kent’s cheek, ever so gently, sifting his fingers through his curls. The soft touches dearly warmed his chest; the soothing crackling fire from a hearth after a long day at work. “I know it’s only been two days since our last encounter, but I dearly missed the feel of you in my hands during that time away.”

“I missed it too,” said Kent, nuzzling his face into Mo’s palm. “Every time we part, all that’s on my mind is the next time we meet. Is that strange? The heaviness that I feel when you’re not there. We haven’t known each other for that long. Yet here I am, confessing this to you as if we’ve known each other forever.”

“That’s not strange, when I feel the exact same way. That’s why we’ve made this plan in the first place, is it not?”

“Yes… yes, you’re right.”

“That’s the remedy, right there. To heal the heaviness you feel, we just need to be together.”

Mo finally bridged the gap, leaning forward, capturing Kent’s lips in a kiss. Oh , did it make butterflies flutter in his chest. Every kiss did that to him—every single one. Who would’ve thought that Kent would be here, sitting on this beach, kissing none other than a merman ? The thought was so silly in its concept, but the fact that it was real and happening only intensified those flutters more. Though, Mo wasn’t just any merman. He was someone who seemed to care for Kent deeply, as his equal, despite not being human himself. That intense adoration was one Kent shared for him as well, and a feeling he so desperately did not want to let go of.

With their mouths still connected, Kent felt Mo’s hand travel down his neck, down to rest on his cravat. He messed with the cloth a bit, flipping it around in his fingers. It made Kent laugh, and he pulled back. “I take it, you think I should remove this?” Kent asked with a smile.

“Yes, and everything else.”

“You know, if we do manage to figure out how you can become human, you’ll have to wear this yourself,” he said as he started untying. “Wouldn’t that be strange? Since you’ve never worn clothes before.”

Mo shrugged, keeping a grin on his face. “I suppose it would be, but I’d get used to it. Your clothes are rather soft, so at least it would be comfortable.”

“Here, I’m curious actually…”

Swiftly as if he were a valet himself, Kent took his cravat and threw it behind Mo’s neck, flipping his long hair out of the way. He pulled the ends to the front and tied it at Mo’s clavicle, overtop his hanging necklaces; the sea crystal he always wore glowed underneath the falling fabric. It looked somewhat silly, without him wearing a shirt underneath. But he couldn’t stop himself from giggling, overcome with affection at how adorable it made his merman look.

“You’re very handsome, Mo.” Kent tidied up his workmanship. “It’s quite becoming of you. You’d fit right in with all the other men on land. Well, no, perhaps I shouldn’t say it like that. You’d stand out to me , because you’re definitely the best looking out of all of them.”

Mo laughed, reaching his hand up to pet the cravat. “I beg to differ— you’re the most handsome.” He tugged at the cravat again, putting his fingers underneath it on his neck. “It feels a bit strange… I’m not used to having my gills covered. But I suppose I’m not using them on land anyway, nor would I need them as a human. Still, though, I think we got distracted. Our main objective shouldn’t be putting clothes on , but still should be getting the rest of the clothes off you .”

Mo obviously didn’t know properly what to do next, so he tugged at the bottom of Kent’s shirt, tickling and giving him another fit of laughs. “All right! All right! Yes, I’ll get these off.”

Kent untied his eyepatch and hair ribbon, tossing them onto the ground. He then pulled his shirt off, unfastened his breeches, shimmying them off his body, combining everything into a pile. And while he was at it, he took off the cravat from around Mo’s neck. “There, is that better?”

“Much, much better.” Mo bit the scar on his bottom lip, digging his fangs into it. He winced, stopped, and then laughed. “I need to quit doing that.” He traced his index finger along his lip. “Sometimes I make myself bleed by accident. But I can’t help it, when you make me feel this way.”

Kent leant in toward him, pulling the merman’s hand away, giving him a quick, short kiss. “Even if you did bleed, I wouldn’t mind. I’ve seen much worse at the barber-surgeon.”

Mo chuckled again. “Oh, yes, I don’t doubt that.”

“How about before we get too ahead of ourselves, we move to the shallow water? That may be easier for you.”

“That sounds brilliant.”

So Kent stood, grabbing Mo just like before, and he hauled him into the water. Not too far, thankfully. Just far enough where the foam lapped at Kent’s ankles, short waves moving under his bottom as he sat back down. The sea crystal hanging around Mo’s neck emanated a warm glow, lighting their space as the sky above them was turning dark. With his handsome smile, inviting gaze, blues and purples reflected on the sea, it all felt terribly romantic. All that was missing was some rose petals, some cake, some wine, perhaps. But then again, he didn’t need all those extra things to be happy. Mo alone was alluring enough. More than enough, actually.

“There,” said Kent, swiping his fringe away from his face.

“There indeed.” Mo smiled. “Now, there’s been a whole lot of talking and not enough touching, if you ask me.”

“Yes. Yes, I agree.”

And then—Mo cupped the back of Kent’s head, pulling him close for yet another kiss. But this kiss was not like the previous. This kiss was more forceful, more urgent, more passionate. They each opened their mouths, feeling the other’s tongue, tasting the sweet flavor of affection. Kent’s hands roamed, touching Mo’s shoulders, groping his hairy chest, even daring so much as to flick his thumbs against Mo’s nipples. The merman moaned at that, breathing salty breaths into his mouth. Oh, he must like that. It was making Kent’s prick stiffen—he shuffled his hips and turned to get more comfortable, brushing against Mo’s scales. So he kept up the pace, mouths connected, thumbs rubbing. If Kent was getting excited, surely Mo was as well. That meant a certain something was due to make an appearance again…

Kent backed his face up an inch and trailed one of his hands lower down Mo’s body. Lower, and lower still, until it found the wet slit residing below the merman’s abdomen in the midst of his blue scales. He rubbed his fingers along it, up and down, until something started to poke out of it. Ah, there it is. Mo panted into Kent’s mouth as he probed one of his fingers into the slit, coaxing and soothing his mer-cock to come out. It didn’t take much. Kent’s fingertips stroked along the growing shaft whilst inside the slick wetness, as his cock filled its weight, occupying the narrow space, and even forcing Kent’s hand to retreat as it emerged out into its full size. He changed his grip then, wrapping his hand around Mo’s stand, pumping it eagerly.

“Kent…” Mo moaned, moving his hands as well. He reached for Kent’s own stand, groping the head when it came in contact with his fingers. Now it was Kent’s turn to moan— oh, that feels good. “I love the shape of yours. How it feels in my hand. How stiff it is.” He rubbed his thumb along the slit at the top, spreading a small drop of spend. “Though, there’s a part that’s quite different from me—here—down here…” He trailed his hand lower, cupping Kent’s bollocks, making him spread his thighs a bit. The warm, gentle touch sent another flutter in his abdomen. “I think this part of me lies inside, while for you, it’s here between your legs. What do you even call it?”

Kent couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “My bollocks? Or, if you want to sound a bit more vulgar like a sailor, you could say balls .”

“I suppose they are like balls, aren’t they?” He squeezed lightly, sending another shiver. “They’re amazing. Kent, your balls are very lovely.”

“Mo, please!” His soft chuckles evolved into harder laughter.

“What? Don’t you agree?”

“That my balls are lovely? Well, thank you.” His smile never left his face. “I’m sure that if you were human, you’d have lovely balls too.”

“You really think so?”

“I’m assuming so!” He laughed. “But even as a merman, your…” He gulped. “Your cock is quite magnificent the way it is. I feel like I sound ridiculous saying that, oh Lord.”

“There’s nothing ridiculous about that.” Mo leant forward again, pressing his lips to Kent’s as their hands stayed in place, stroking each other leisurely. Mo was right, perhaps he was overthinking it. Being with another man, a mer -man, someone so different and yet so similar to himself—it was still quite a lot for him to grasp in his mind. But it was entirely enjoyable, feeling comfortable enough with Mo to kiss, to touch, to explore each other’s bodies in this way. More than enjoyable—it was thrilling. He really was sexually touching a magical, mythical being, pleasing him, making him quiver. The excitement only strengthened his stand harder, eager to try even more with him…

It was Mo who was first to pull back and speak, “From what I’ve witnessed during eavesdropping, as I’ve told you… How do I say this?” He grinned so handsomely. “I’ve seen human men fuck. Mermen would do it the same way: fuck the other’s hole.”

“Your hole ? You mean… your arsehole?”

“I suppose that’s what a human would call theirs.” He chuckled, fondling Kent’s bollocks a little more. Yes, keep doing that. “But since merfolk don’t have legs, ours is on our front. Here…”

With his free hand, Mo guided the one of Kent’s that was residing on his mer-cock down just slightly lower on his body. And there, hidden amongst the blue scales—Kent touched a small puckered part that felt softer than the rest. His hole. Kent’s cheeks burned at the realization, almost feeling the need to pull his hand back. But for some reason, he couldn’t. He wouldn’t lie to himself—he was intrigued, and rubbed the spot a little more, hearing the merman let out another raspy moan. His fingers felt the muscles clench, and wetness from Mo’s cock dripped down into the space.

“Yes, right there,” said Mo.

Kent smiled. “I remember how you said you laid with another merman in the past. Did you… how did you…?” He couldn’t get the words to come out as embarrassment took its course, withholding him from saying the language so plainly.

“I was the ‘giver’ and he was the ‘receiver’, if that’s what you mean to ask.” Kent nodded, and Mo went on. “Which brings me to what I really wanted to ask you…”

Kent bit his lip. He already had a feeling what it was, and it made his gut bubble with more anticipation. “What is it?”

“How would you feel—would you like it if I were to be inside you ?”

Kent reflexively pulled his hand away, up to cover his mouth. “Oh, um, well…”

It was entirely new territory. Granted, yes, he’d thought a bit about it since their last meeting, knowing now how Mo’s prick looked and how it felt to touch. And then, how it might feel being penetrated by such a large prick. Just thinking about it again made his own cock twitch. But he’d never done something like that before, not even with his own fingers. He’d only ever been sexual with one other in his life: a woman. To explore that part of himself where he dared not before brought on a subtle hesitation, not because he didn’t want to, but just the fact he was so new to the idea. Everything he knew about the world was being so quickly turned on his head—merfolk existing, magic existing, coming to terms with the fact he really was attracted to men after all, and was so curious to embrace more of that attraction with his merman…

Mo moved his hand from Kent’s bollocks to instead rest on his thigh. “Would you rather do it someway else? I don’t wish to make you uncomfortable?—”

“No, that’s not it,” Kent rasped quickly, putting his hand down and setting it on top of Mo’s. “Oh, I want to. I’d like it a lot. It’s just… I’m nervous. That’s all. I’ve never laid with a man before.”

That made Mo smile again. “And I’ve never laid with a human before. So it’ll be a first for both of us.”

“Yes, yes it would.” He returned the smile.

“Then how would you suggest we do this? If a human’s hole is anything like merfolk’s, I assume you’d need some…” —he held up his hand, put two fingers up together, and curled them a couple times— “ preparation. ”

Kent gulped; his heart slamming even harder. “Yes. If—if you please.”

How should they do this? Well, definitely not sitting up as they were. So Kent lay down, on his back for the time being, shallow water lapping around the bottoms of his ears. He spread his legs and pulled his knees up for his merman to see. Exposed, in the most intimate way. The butterflies in his chest never stopped fluttering.

They didn’t have any oil on them, but Kent assumed there were other ways to ‘prepare’. Sucking on fingers to coat with saliva, or perhaps using tongues directly. But what Mo actually did surprised him—in the most pleasant, enticing way.

The merman sat between his knees, petting the inside of his thigh with one hand, and with his other, he pumped his mer-cock. After a few strokes, he pulled his hand off to feel along Kent’s leaky stand, moving down slowly past his balls, leaving a slick trail of something wet behind with it.

“That—that oil. Is that from your…?”

Kent gasped as Mo’s gooey fingers reached his hole, making Mo laugh. “Yes, it’s from my cock. From what I understand, it’s a natural way to help make it all more slick and enjoyable. How does it feel?”

“It…” Kent took a deep breath, watching his own chest rise and fall as he looked toward Mo. “It feels very good.”

“All right.”

Mo probed further, one finger sliding easily inside. Kent covered his mouth with both hands as his merman explored. Soon after, he even dared a second finger, surprising even Kent himself at how wonderful the slick sensation felt. It was nothing like he’d ever expected, something so strange, yet entirely enticing. It didn’t even hurt like he might’ve thought; the coating on Mo’s fingers made the movements smooth and pleasant, each time he slid them slowly in and out. Oh, he could get used to this.

As Mo’s fingers were flushed inside, up to the knuckle, he curled them up, hitting a nub inside Kent that sent shocks of pleasure up his spine.

“Oh, oh God…”

He saw Mo smirk above him. “Glad to see I was right—humans have that in just about the same spot as merfolk. Well, I figured such, anyway.”

“What did you do…?” He could barely finish his question as Mo flicked his fingers again.

“Found your sweet spot. I don’t know what it’s actually called, but it’s a spot inside that when touched, feels extraordinary.”

As much as he didn’t want to think of her at this moment, it reminded him of his experiences with Diana—how he hit a similar spot of pleasure inside her. “So men have it too…”

“Yes, we do. I want to make you feel good, so good and much more, my dear Kent.”

Mo slipped in a third finger, gaining another moan out of Kent. And Kent moved his hands, one grasping for leverage on the rough ground under the water, the other petting the one of Mo’s on his thigh. Every flick and rub stoked a fire inside Kent’s abdomen, burning hot and continuing to grow. He wanted more, more of this, more of Mo. If this already felt good, he could only imagine what it would feel like to take Mo’s?—

“Do you think you’re ready?” Mo asked with a smile.

“Yes, please ,” Kent begged.

Mo finally pulled his hand away, leaving a loss that Kent was already mourning. But Mo used the time to pump his own cock, slicking himself further. “Hmm, what would be best…?”

Kent understood then that one of them should probably change positions to make this the most comfortable for them both. “Let me move—here—” Kent flipped onto his stomach, perking his arse into the air; his hard cock tickled the gentle water underneath him. “Can you… ‘kneel’ behind me?” He looked back, over his shoulder.

That got Mo to chuckle. “Yes, absolutely. My tail is just as strong as your legs to kneel, mind you. Only, I’ve no feet to stand on, so, there’s that.” He then tugged his necklaces off, placing the glowing sea crystal into the water. “There, that way I don’t scratch you with these.”

“Good thinking.”

Then, Mo knelt and placed one hand on Kent’s waist, the other on the ground for stability, bending over top of him, rutting his hefty, slithering cock between his cheeks. It was so wet, dripping its warm, slick fluid into the crease, making Kent clench his thighs. He quivered as he felt Mo ready himself against his hole— oh, this really is happening, isn’t it?

With a small push, Mo eased himself inside.

Damn, did that feel wonderful. Here they were, under the dark night sky, trying something together that Kent wouldn’t have even dreamt possible merely a couple months ago. But it was very real, how Mo sunk himself in further, gently pressing his thick mer-cock into him. A merman. Inside him. Just thinking about it more made Kent moan, his own cock leaking into the water below, helping Mo along the way by holding himself steady.

Despite Mo pressing gradually, it did sting a bit, with how his body pulled and stretched for him. But Kent persevered. This was their first time; he was so new to the intrusion of something inside him, and with each push further, any burn he felt was masked with overwhelming, unmistakable pleasure. He focused on that, how delighted Mo made him feel.

He heard Mo growl a low trill. And he remembered—that meant fuck in mer-tongue. Fuck, indeed. “Kent, you… oh, you feel so good,” he said, breathing against his back, cock now completely flushed inside. It was such an immense feeling of fullness, how it stretched him, how it writhed around, how it pulsed with every heartbeat. Mo stayed still for a moment, and Kent relished in the amazing sensation.

“It does feel good,” he replied. He almost couldn’t believe how they were connected, especially given Mo’s copious size. Inhumanly substantial. He was really inside him. Oh, Lord.

Mo pulled out slightly, only to ease himself back in. Slowly, at first; it was comforting to know how careful his merman was to not hurt him. But Kent wanted more. It almost felt unlike himself, having never thought of wishing this sort of thing in the past. But he couldn’t deny himself—Mo awakened something so deep and precious within, and Kent wanted to give into it desperately.

He pushed back with his hips, as words were hard to form with how much he was moaning. Thankfully, Mo took the hint, and hastened his pace. Oh, did that feel wonderful. Thrust after thrust, Mo fucked him harder, pounding with meaningful force. With another slam, and another, Kent felt his lower belly quake. Each pulse sent shocks throughout his whole body, even reaching up to his throat. Every single part of him felt full.

He held his head up as best he could, trying not to gulp the water beneath them. But it was easier said than done, when all sensations were being consumed. “Mo, the water…” he managed to get out.

Suddenly Mo halted his movement. “Shit. Are you all right?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” he said with a laugh. The concern was so endearing, it warmed his already-hot chest even more.

“I have an idea. If you don’t mind…”

Mo lifted his hand from resting on Kent’s hip and moved it to the back of Kent’s head, clutching his long curls in his fingers, tilting his chin up and out of the water. “There, I’ll keep you like this.”

“Yes, that’s much better. Oh, oh God…”

Mo rocked into him, quickening again, slamming again. Only now, he pulled at Kent’s hair, tugging it back, keeping his face above the water. The slight pain mixed with the absolutely incredible pleasure was sublime, as the pressure kept building, the force unrelenting. More and more and more, Mo fucked into him—flutters pooled in his abdomen, tightening his belly, heat continually rising. Mo leant down further, pushing deeper, breath hot near Kent’s ear. “My dear Kent…”

That sensual raspy voice did him in—after one more thrust, Kent cried out, his release taking him by surprise and gasping out his pleasure. Shocks burst throughout him, making his legs tremble, his breathing drawn out heavy. His mind was swirling just like the water around them, as Mo kept thrusting, elongating the wonderful sensation even further?—

It wasn’t long before Mo let out a loud moan of his own, filling Kent with a warm rush. Pulse after pulse, he spilled into him, overwhelming Kent’s abdomen with even more waves of pleasure. Nothing from before had ever been like this—so entirely encompassing. He shivered from the aftershocks, so dearly content, as Mo finally let go of his hair.

“Wow, Mo… ah…”

“Kent…”

Mo rested on top of him a tad longer, but Kent could tell he was exhausted. Kent twitched his shoulder, nudging Mo as a signal that it was fine for him to move.

And so, Mo did. He slid out—that was a strange sensation, as he felt Mo’s spend drip down his thighs—and then plopped down on his back in the water to Kent’s left, throwing his arms out to his sides with a splash. It made Kent chuckle at how sweet Mo looked—mouth parted with vocal breaths, chest rising and falling, cock lolling against his skin and scales.

Kent turned to face him, throwing an arm around Mo’s waist. “That was amazing, Mo.”

The merman smirked, and turned in the water as well, pulling Kent in for a snug embrace. “It was. I feel… oh, I feel wonderful.”

Kent nuzzled closer, burying his nose into the crook of Mo’s neck. “I, as well.” Then, he laughed at an absurd thought. “When I return home, I’ll walk back with Kathy and Biscuit. She can ride her. I don’t think my rear could deal with it.”

That got Mo to laugh as well. “No, I suppose not.” He gently caressed Kent’s shoulder as he dug his nose into Kent’s hair. “I know you must go home, but… I don’t want to let you go. I wish we could just stay here together.”

More than anything, the idea of falling asleep, nestled in Mo’s arms as they drifted into pleasant dreams sounded like an amazing prospect. But as much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t abandon Katherine, he had business to attend to the next day, and he didn’t know how safe it would be for either of them to sleep exposed on the beach like this. “I wish we could, too. But we have a lot to look forward to in the coming days.”

Kent felt Mo nod against his head. “Yes, you’re right.”

“I’m to meet with the crew tomorrow, then the day after I shall meet with you again to inform you of what they say. And—like you said before, it should be all right. In five day’s time, I’ll set sail, and then… we’ll be together.”

Mo held him tighter. “Yes, we will.”