A Mangled Fin
Chapter Thirty-Seven
KYROS
Ican’t stop touching her.
My hand remains firmly wrapped around Sadie’s as I pull her down the corridor, practically dragging her behind me. I’m too excited to slow down.
The current catches her hair, sending dark strands floating around her face.
Mine.
I feel reckless. It’s an emotion I haven’t let myself feel in a long time.
Osheas can’t be reckless, but I’m no longer Oshea. I’m…Well, I don’t know what I am. I’m Sadie’s, I suppose.
Mer part for us, their gazes following our every move. Let them stare. Let them gossip. Tideborn is no longer my responsibility, and neither is their opinion of me.
My grip tightens around Sadie’s hand before I pull her closer.
She notices. “You okay?”
I almost laugh. Am I okay? I just surrendered the title I’ve held almost my entire adult life. I publicly chose a hybrid I hardly know over my pod, and I willingly handed over my title to Mavek.
I’ve never felt better.
“I feel incredible,” I admit.
We reach the bend that leads to my cove, and I practically whip Sadie around it. She lets out a shriek, her legs hitting my tail. Should I tell her that tail-touching is considered an intimate act among adult Mer?
She might want to know, but then she might stop doing it.
I don’t want her to stop.
I’m not going to tell her. Not right now, at least.
I pull her inside my room and press her against the wall, my tail coiling beneath us. Sadie peers up at me, her hair still floating wildly from the current I dragged her through.
She looks beautiful.
She cocks her head, her eyes narrowing. “What?”
I brush a dark strand of hair behind her ear. I don’t know how to explain what she does to me or how she makes me feel. There are no words. Nothing can compare.
I drag a thumb down her neck instead of answering, feeling her pulse fluttering beneath my touch. It’s fast, a rapid pattering against her skin. Mine isn’t much better.
Her breath catches.
“Kyros.”
My name has never sounded better.
I close the remaining distance between us, pressing my lips against hers. It’s so damned—
Fingers graze against my slit’s scales, prodding at them.
I draw in a sharp breath.
She isn’t…
Sadie pushes forward, shoving her way through my slit and into my pocket. She’s so gentle with it, almost as if she’s afraid of hurting me.
I wouldn’t mind if she did.
Her warm palm curls around my cock, her grip deliciously tight. When she strokes, I bite back a groan.
“Sadie…” I warn her.
She giggles into my mouth, sounding positively delighted with herself.
Then she strokes me again.
And again.
Her warm mouth finds my neck, and I’m helpless to stop her as she pulls the skin into her mouth, sucking marks into it. Currents. This woman is going to be the death of me.
“I’m so happy you have a cock…” she mumbles, trailing her kisses down my neck.
I shiver, my tail snapping hard beneath us.
I want to grab her. I want to spread her thighs and shove my way between them, but I hold back.
I’ve had several opportunities to explore Sadie.
I should let her have this moment. Let her feel my cock and learn it.
I’d like her to be comfortable with it by the time the bloom comes.
Still…I can’t stop myself from curling my tail upward.
I slide it up her thighs, pleased when she spreads her legs for me. She’s such a whore for my tail, always spreading herself when I touch her with it. Her grip on my cock tightens as I slip past her tattered shorts, letting the fins at the tip of my tail brush against her cunt.
She shivers, her leg kicking out.
I do it again. Harder.
Then I shove a fin inside her, letting her tight walls clamp down around it.
“Kyros,” she gasps. “I don’t—”
“Shhh,” I whisper, stopping her. “Focus on jerking me, hybrid. I’ll worry about you.”
She clenches around me at the insult. I make a mental note to insult her more.
I fuck her with my fin, stretching out her tight cunt as I rub her clit with the other side of my fin. She thanks me by jerking me faster, her wrist tugging against my slit with every upward stroke. It’s an interesting feeling, one I don’t feel when I touch myself.
A week ago, I would’ve been horrified at the thought of a woman putting her hand inside my pocket. It’s so fucking degrading. But Sadie touches me so nicely…
I curl my fin inside her, my breath hitching when she gasps. It’s almost shocked, like she wasn’t expecting me to do that.
“A good gasp?” I ask. I curl my fin again. “Or a bad one?”
She swallows, her throat bobbing. “Good.”
Splendid.
I continue curling inside her, filling her as best I can from this angle. When her legs begin trembling against my tail, I know she’s close. I hold the stone beside her head, needing something to steady me as my hips begin jerking with every one of her strokes.
When she curls her fist around the tip of my cock, I shudder.
Sadie smiles. “I want you to cum inside your pocket.”
Currents. Yes.
I pant into the air between us, quickly dragging water into my lungs. It’s still not enough. It’s never felt like this before, and I bite back a groan as I tip over the edge.
Sadie strokes me through it.
I spill inside my pocket, filling it with sticky cum.
Sadie bounces on my tail, rocking herself forward and back with quiet, choked, little moans. She’s using me to fuck herself, and I lean back so I can watch the way her cunt accepts my fin. It’s bulging at her entrance, having a hard time fitting inside the tight hole.
She’s going to look so good with my cock inside her.
I slide my hands down her hips, using them to help guide her forward and back. She’s close, her movements becoming choppy and frantic. When I rub my fin over her clit again, she finally falls apart.
“There we go,” I breathe. “That’s good. Cum on it.”
She clamps down around me, squeezing almost to the point of pain, before shuddering and releasing. I let my fin slip out of her and drift back down. It’s a little deformed now, squished and misshapen, but I think it’ll be fine.
I hope so, at least.
But I suppose it’s not the end of the world if it isn’t. It can be Sadie’s special, little fin—the one she rides whenever she’s in need.
For a long moment, neither of us speaks. Sadie slumps against my chest, exhausted and boneless in my arms. I tighten my grip on her automatically, unwilling to risk even an inch of distance between us.
Not tonight. Not ever.
My tail curls possessively around her legs as I press a kiss to the top of her head.
One.
Then another.
And another.
Sadie snorts, nudging my arm. I ignore her nudge, continuing to kiss her until she’s fully laughing against me. It’s a sound I’m hoping to hear for the rest of my life.