I cum for him, gods help me. I wail and collapse onto my hands and knees, my face pressed to the sun-warmed sands and my plush ass dripping with his slimy saliva. My cunt clutches at his tongue until it retreats, only for him to plunge his tongue into my ass once again, my tight ring squeezing him again and again.
He rises behind me and I know the time has come. I look back at him over my shoulder and see the loathsome length of his cock, a faint flush of pink in its white flesh, ridges banding its length to resemble the segments of a bloated worm. The sight of it torments me, but I feel a hot lick of desire in my core and I reach a hand between my legs and part my slick folds.
“Do it,” I moan. “Breed my human pussy.”
He answers with a disbelieving hiss and presses his bulging cock against my fingers and cunt. I moan with depraved lust as the swaugin leader thrusts into my pussy, claiming me for his monstrous species. I could not have conceived of such a perverse pleasure standing behind the counter at my family shop, but I cannot deny the exquisite sensation of the swaugin’s fat cock with its ridges plunging in and out of my tight human pussy. The swaugin’s slender abdomen slaps against my ass and he plunders me with bestial frenzy. He is mating me, not making love to me, and the sensation of being fucked into the sand by this strange man is wonderful.
“Ohhhhhhh! Yesssss!” I sing with pleasure, throwing my ass back against him with loud, wet slaps. “Fuck me! Fuck my tight little holllllle!”
On that last word, I cum for him, driven over the brink a second time by the swaugin. His comrades hiss and click excitedly as I moan with ecstasy, my pussy squeezing tightly around his thrusting cock.
“Seed you! Seed you for spawn! Breed!” He hisses loudly between each word he manages to spit out. I howl, still cumming, as his cock swells and explodes deep inside my tender cunt. Hot spurts of swaugin seed flood my womb and in and instant I am transformed from submissive fucktoy into joyous, lust-craved mate of the swaugins.
“YESSSS! FILL ME! Oh, gods, I feel it! I feel your cum inside my womb! Breeding me! Making me yours!” The ecstasy of discovering my secret purpose, of being bred by the swaugins, transports me to a new plane of pleasure. My orgasm bursts anew in my depths, more powerful than ever before, and I cum around him with the joyous sensation of acceptance in my heart.
Of course, the swaugin leader is only one of many. He draws his cock from my creamy depths with a wet pop and a drool of silky spunk from my swollen cuntlips. I lift my head from the beach just in time to see the swaugins lining up behind me. There are more of them emerging from the surf as if they could smell the fresh scent of a newly-mated human.
“Yes,” I moan, dropping my face back to the beach and sinking my fingers into the sand. “Oh, gods, fuck me. All of you, please. I need it.”
One after another after another, on and on, the swaugins claim my pussy. Some few decide to fuck my ass instead and I howl with pleasure, my bowels filling spurt by spurt with swaugin seed. My holes are stretched and drooling. When the line backs up, they walk to my front and I pleasure them with my mouth, gulping down voluminous loads of swaugin cum. I collapse in exhaustion and they continue fucking me for a while longer, face down on the sand, my pussy sore but filling again with swaugin seed.
At last, the leader hisses that I have taken as much as I can stand. I am sunburned and thirsty from the briny cum I have swallowed. They bring me fresh water and then the leader promises to take me to my new home.
“Yes, my love,” I say as he picks me up in his arms. “I want to go home.”
He carries me into the water. I hold my breath as we dive down to the kelp bed, to a sphere woven of kelp with membranous walls supporting a pocket of air. Inside is a warm, soft, comfortable home. It is plenty big enough for me and all the swaugin spawn I will produce.
I will be a mate to the whole school.
CONTINUE >
Taking the plunge
I shift on the precipice of the cliff overlooking the gentle blue waters of Shadow Cove and the movement of my right foot sends a trickle of loose stones skittering down the cliff. I count five seconds before they splatter into the water.
“Too high,” I say, turning to Delfina. “We’ll surely be killed.”
She squeezes my hand tightly in hers and says, “Can’t live forever. Remember, swim as fast as you can for the shore.”
“Wait!” I try to pull my hand from hers. “No, I’ve had second thoughts I want to—”
Whatever thought was forming in my mind is forgotten as Delfina pitches over the edge of the cliff and drags me with her. I know it’s a cliché, but my life flashes before my eyes. Skinned knees bandaged by my grandfather, fishing with my dad, wrestling with my brother, wrestling with all those boys at the tavern. And in barns. And behind the shop. And in the shop. And that one time on top of the shop when we were supposed to be fixing the roof.
I look down, my heart in my throat, and all I see are the blue waves rushing up to meet me. Then I hit the water and it hurts much more than I expected. All the air is knocked from my lungs and every part of my body feels as if it has been given a wallop from one of the gods. My flesh is stinging, my mind is reeling, and I’m going down, not up, until I can see the bottom of the cove beneath my feet. Silver fish and a brightly colored eel swim quickly away from me, clearly wanting no part of the giant, flailing monster that has just arrived in their midst. I try to scream, but bubbles are all that issue from my mouth.
Something touches my boot. Something bluish-green and humanoid, reaching out from below me.
Delfina’s arms are around me, pulling me up. Towards the light, away from this blue-hued darkness that angles off into the distance. My lungs ache. I want desperately to suck in a breath, but I know my lungs will fill with burning sea water. Just as my lungs feel about to burst, as I have no choice but to inhale the water around me, we break the surface. I gasp desperately, life and hope flooding in with the ragged rush of air. Delfina is already letting go of me.
“Swim!” She shouts, turning and following her own advice. “They’re coming, damn you! Swim!”
I can hear the fear in her voice and it motivates me to follow her. I swim after her, putting to use those afternoons swimming in the creek not far from my family shop. Of course, back then the worst I faced would be a boy trying to pull my shorts down to get a look at my bottom. If Delfina is right, the swaugin that was trying to drag me down will want a fair bit more than a look at my peachy rear end.
I kick desperately with my legs, swimming and imagining myself pursue by a swarm of the blue-green creatures, all reaching out with their webbed hands.
Delfina reaches the shallows ahead of me and pulls me onto my feet. We wade through the lapping waves and onto shore, where I collapse, sputtering, onto my hands and knees on the sun-warmed beach.
“Get up!” cries Delfina. “They’re here!”
I pull myself to my feet, my waterlogged clothes making me feel weary. I turn just as Delfina draws her sword to confront the swaugins. I fumble for my own weapon, fear surging as five finned figures rise from the surf.
The swaugins stand at human height, their bodies shaped much lake a naked human, but their flesh glistening and scaled. Their arms, neck, and hips, sport membranous fins and their heads, crested with the largest of these fins, are wide like the head of a fish. Though grotesque in their details, there is also a certain handsome quality to them. Their features are well-proportioned and symmetrical and their silver-blue eyes are round and intelligent. Their mouths are so like those of a human that I can almost imagine myself kissing one, but then they speak in a hissing, clicking language that sends a chill up my back.
The swaugins advance cautiously. Two are armed with weighted nets and three are armed with black tridents with slender shafts that seem weighted for throwing. One of them steps forward, hissing and clicking as if he is trying to speak to us.
“What are they saying?” I ask Delfina.
“I don’t know!” cries the pirate. “I�
��ve never tried to talk to one!”
The leader hisses again and I feel a strange tickle in my loins. It is not desire, not exactly, but it is a strange urge to submit to the creature. Is it magic or something else?
“Why do I feel the urge to have, um, relations with these things?” I demand of Delfina.
“How should I know? Is your fetish to bed a fish?” She brandishes her sword. “Because there are safer ways to make that happen.”
Although she jests, I sense a certain desperation in her tone. When I cast a glance in Delfina’s direction, I see that her nipples are stiff beneath her clinging blouse and her breasts heave excitedly. She even has a flush in her cheeks; a warmth that I feel in my own.
The leader clicks and hisses again and this time he beckons with his webbed hand. His clicking and hissing sounds begin to form recognizable words.
“Heyyyyyyyy girlsssssssss,” he says in a voice no human could imitate, “waaaaantttt toooooo hhhhhang outttt?”
The swaugin and his comrades advance cautiously towards us, their weapons ready. Delfina and I exchange a bewildered glance and then ready our weapons.
What should I do?
Guard against the swaugins
Use Finesse Attacks against the swaugins
Use Power Attacks against the swaugins
Talk to the swaugins
Flee from the swaugins
Use Delfina to distract the swaugins
Surrender meekly to the swaugins
Surrender eagerly to the swaugins
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