Chapter 21 #2
The question throws me off guard; I shake my head. “I’ve never gotten close enough to anyone to try. I was supposed to marry Ailey. Why bother when my future was already planned? I know my mother loved me. My brothers do too, and I love them. But romantically, I never gave anyone a chance.”
“I was always too afraid to try because what would Vex do if he found out? I couldn’t risk it.”
“You’ve had to hide so much of yourself, haven’t you?” I hate it. Kyler should be free with other merfolk, living a happy life in the sea. Not bound to a heartless pirate captain.
“Too much.” Kyler lifts his head. “I think I could fall in love with you, though. And it scares me.” Kyler lets me go and dives under the water.
I have to tread water as Kyler swims circles around me, letting me watch how his body moves so perfectly.
Gracefully. I know I could find myself falling in love with Kyler.
I already am, even though it’s only been a handful of days.
Kyler is sweet and clever. Daring. I want to watch the light spark in his eyes and make him smile.
I want to make him forget about his life with an evil pirate.
Kyler swims in wider circles but stays close enough that if another sea creature comes upon our spot, he can ward them away.
Finally, Kyler surfaces, bobbing in the water, watching me. “Sorry. I needed to clear my head.”
“No need to apologize.”
Kyler nods once. “Let’s test this kiss.”
“Right.” Nerves roll through me. I’m ready, yet terrified.
“I won’t let you really drown.”
“I know.”
“But you’re going to hate what I have to do.”
Kyler will have to hold me under, and with me not being a strong swimmer, it shouldn’t be too difficult.
“You have to let all my air leave me for this to work.”
“Right. So don’t hold your breath, and it’ll go faster.”
I swallow. “I’ll do my best.” I’m not afraid of death, but if I accidentally drown myself for real, I’ll be really upset with myself.
“Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.” I shut my eyes, not wanting them to sting.
Kyler takes my hand and swims us down, down, down. Deeper than I’ve ever been consciously. The sea is calm under the waves. I didn’t expect that.
It’s peaceful underwater. I keep my eyes shut, and my body fights me for air. I need to open my mouth, to let the water in to start the process, but I can’t. Kyler squeezes my hand. I squeeze back twice. Our signal for Kyler to—
The punch to my gut does the job. I let out every bit of air and suck in the salty sea water. I claw at my throat. My lungs burn. I can’t get air. More and more water sinks into me. My eyes fly open, and Kyler is right there.
Kyler’s hands cup my face and press our lips together. I flail; I can’t do this, it’s too—
I scream when searing fire rips across my throat. Like daggers tear into me.
Kyler keeps his hold on me, making sure I can’t fight my way to the surface like I want to. I don’t know what I want now. The pain of growing gills burns through me. I dig my blunt nails into Kyler’s flesh and hate myself for it. Hate myself for the worry on Kyler’s beautiful face.
My lungs continue to fill with water, and I gasp for air, wishing for the experiment to be over already.
Then I breathe.
Long and slow, I drag water into me. I know it’ll be unpleasant when I have to expel the water from my body, but for now, it’s perfection.
When I laugh, bubbles rise from me. I watch them rise to the surface, but I’m not interested in joining them anytime soon. I have a merman to explore thoroughly.
Kyler’s hair halos around his head. The worry clears from his face as soon as he realizes I can breathe. The biggest smile lifts his lips, showing his dagger-like mer teeth. It’s not unsettling; no, Kyler looks perfect in all his mer glory as he does in human form.
I run my fingers over Kyler’s arms, unsettling the slight scales there.
Kyler makes a series of clicks and squeals.
He blows a ring of bubbles towards me before twisting to swim around me another time.
This time, I can properly observe the way Kyler moves.
I reach out to touch Kyler’s tail as he swims past. Kyler shows off different swimming techniques, using hands, just his tail, swimming backwards. I can’t look away.
The pressure of the sea is stronger below, and I don’t care for it, but I want to be here with Kyler. I want to spend hours with my little merman, just watching him swim and enjoy himself.
I have no way of expressing my gratitude towards Kyler. There’s nothing I can think of other than helping Kyler be free. In that moment, I make a silent oath. One way or another, I will see Kyler free and happy.
Kyler stops his playing and swims up to me. He presses my hand to his slit again as he nips at my lips with the sweetest kisses.
“Please,” Kyler mouths.
How can I deny him? Kyler wraps his webbed hand around my cock, pumping while I spread his slit open.
I’m going to fuck a merman. I never thought I’d see the day. Never thought I’d meet a mer, and now I’m going to fuck one underwater.
Kyler presses our hips together as he guides my cock to his slit.
I wish I could hear the noise Kyler makes better when my cock slides inside.
The sea muffles the sounds of pleasure, much to my dismay.
But skies, Kyler’s slit is tighter than I anticipated, and he’s slick like he came with his own oil.
I can’t stop myself from thrusting. Again and again.
My cock slides across Kyler’s still trapped in the sheath.
Pure bliss etches over Kyler’s face, and I want to keep it there.
I want to make him come over and over. I want to ensure only good things happen to him for the rest of our days.
But I can’t think like that. Kyler is leaving as soon as he can, and I can’t keep him from his freedom.
Still, in my heart, I hope he chooses a life of adventure with a prince who abdicates his spot in line for king.
Kyler kisses me as he bucks his hips, clinging to me, and I don’t want to let him go.
Too soon, that perfect wave of ecstasy hits, and I come into his channel.
His cock slides from my slit with me still inside, making the hole tighter than before.
I can’t help myself and pump his cock until ribbons of white shoot from him, and he slumps against me, huffing deep breaths.
But Kyler isn’t done. He takes my hand and places the tip of his spent mer-cock in my palm. It’s not what I expected. It’s about as long as his forearm and thick, a bit tapered—more like a giant tongue than what his cock looks like in human form.
When I use my other hand to get a feel for the heft of it, bubbles fly from Kyler’s lips with his gasp.
Skies, he’s so sensitive and reactive. I want to keep playing with him. I run my hands along Kyler’s length and watch his eyes roll back as he thrusts forward.
Can I make him come again so soon? What does mer cum taste like? I have to know.
I let myself drop lower until my face is level with Kyler’s cock.
His gills stop moving as he holds his breath.
It’s a beautiful soft pink, like the inside of his mouth.
I dart my tongue out to lick the tip, and a series of clicks and squeals escape his lips as his hands fly to my horns.
My cock is already perking back to life.
I lick him, exploring with my tongue, savoring the salty and sweet taste.
There’s always something sweet about Kyler.
There’s no way I’ll be able to take his entire cock, but I savor what I can, using my hands to massage the length and my fingers to rub the slit.
More clicks before he hauls me up by the horns to press kisses to my lips. His gills move so fast, gulping and gulping in the sea. My fingers keep playing with that wet hole, sliding around his cock.
Kyler’s mouth falls open, and I steal a kiss.
“I’m close,” he says, the sound hardly making it to me.
I nuzzle against his neck. “Can I taste you this way?”
He nods and pushes away enough that I’m face to face with his mer-cock once more. I dart my tongue out and twitch my thumb at the slit. He grabs me by the horns, and his cum floats over my tongue.
Skies. It’s sweet cream in the salty sea. I drink it in, knowing I’ll have regrets later and not caring.
We float in each other’s orbits until I rush up to hold a trembling Kyler. He blinks, and a pearl rolls down his cheek. I catch it before it can float away, and he folds my fingers around it. I know what it means. Merfolk can cry healing pearls, but only when they’re distressed in merform.
Before I can give him a questioning look, he presses his fingers to my lips and shakes his head with a sad smile. He leans in close. “Nothing you did. Everything was perfect.” Another pearl drops, and he scoops it towards me.