She found a man and kissed down him, bit his thighs, only to be fucked by whoever was at her ass – they were slow, yet rough and forceful, and it was glorious.
The sea surged, caressing them all, and likely murmuring dirty words in her partner’s ears.
Wolfgang and Merrick were inventive, and every hole on all of them seemed to be candidates to be fucked. She licked her way up and down cocks that were plunging into someone’s ass or mouth, had hands wrapped in her hair or clawed at her butt while they made her do things she’d never thought to do.
The two of them managed to be inside her pussy for a sliver of time – it was the only time she blurted out a no.
And the sea washed them clean and slurred more filthy suggestions whenever calm befell them, then the passion would rise and rise, as inevitable as the tide. They were each enamored of the others’ bodies, tasting, licking, tongues and cocks inserting, bodies bucking.
Upside-down was likely how they were oriented when yet again, both of her males speared inside her in unison.
Her hair twined about her like seaweed, blinding her.
Someone took her wrists, trapping them, fisting her hand about a cock. She jerked someone off, compelled to, as another fucked her mouth.
Leaked come streamed past, tracing their slow downward path.
Still they did not halt in their obsession with fucking her or each other. Not yet. The mindless abandon of a near-Ravening seemed to have taken them all past what was normal, sane, or stoppable.
They swapped places, over and over, circling her with wet, voracious kisses, nibbling her breasts, her belly, kissing each other, with their strong male muscles flexing. Biceps bulged, wrapped about each other’s necks. Captivated, she watched them kiss until they hauled her back into the circle.
Merrick engulfed her nipple with heated mouth then fingered her below. Fingers in each hole.
“Ass and cunt,” he assured her, smiling at her expression, pumping in and out. He seemed fascinated. She did not think she could come again, but…
With her thigh muscles trembling with fatigue, she watched him climb down her to eat her out with that determined tongue. When she squealed at the sensitive places he found, he held her hips to keep her against him, then… then Wolfgang moved in to screw him from behind.
The weird hum that came from Merrick then, with his lips glued to her clit. His tongue flattened, halted in place, seemed to become a part of her, then he licked. One long swipe, and he kept licking, sucking. A grunt as Wolfgang slapped in, behind him.
“Oh. Oh fuck. Fff…” She grabbed at Merrick’s hair, undulating.
Insatiable. The orgasms were relentless, and sometimes painful, as relentless as her men, her mermen.
Their leisurely spiral to the mile-deep bottom became a chaotic swirl.
It ended with them spinning through the last fathoms, with a cock in her mouth while the other one pounded at her, driving in then stopping deep, before he slammed in again, his cock feeling so large inside her pussy she thought she might burst.
Her cries were lost to the deep. Their violent lovemaking muddied the bottom with flying sand as they reached it.
Spent. Finally, peace came to them.
She lay entwined with her ear to Wolfgang’s neck just below his ear. Arms around her, legs around her.
The ocean currents surged, pushed them.
Merrick was tangled about her limbs but up the other way, drifting and swaying, while he cradled against her legs.
“Thank you,” she whispered to Wolfgang.
“Hmmm.” He turned to press his lips to her nose, then to cup her face with his hand. “I have to say something. A confession, I suppose.”
“Yes?” His pretty brown eyes regarded her from an eyelash away and she smiled. “Whatever you say, I am happy. If Merrick had not found me, I would never have known what to do. He helped me. He helped me figure out how to make you into this, one of my kind.”
“I’m sure he did, but…”
“Yes?”
“The bad things I did, it was with Merrick. We killed girls, fucked them silly after we caught them. Fucked them for days, sometimes, used everything in that room you saw, and more. Then … Merrick killed them, buried them. I dug them up before I walked into the sea and sent an email to the cops so they know.” He grimaced as if tasting something awful. “I’m a bad man. The fingers with the flesh falling off… some were mostly bones. Some…”
“Shhh.” She placed her finger across his mouth. “You cannot comprehend the madness of this worry of yours. When your Ravening comes you will understand.”
His frown deepened into a ravine between his eyebrows. He was amusing, cute.
“Oh, Wolfgang, my wonderful lover… I have killed a thousand humans, and together we will kill a thousand more. It is what we do. You and him? You are amateurs.”
Then she smiled with her mermaid teeth. “This is why these are sharp. We are predators. Invisible, unseen, unstoppable when we want to be.”
“Monsters.” His eyes were wide.
“Mmm. That too. Now rest, my love.”
“Tell me about you and Merrick. How did he find you?”
“He waited near your beach. He had dared to question other merfolk and they told him it is the depth of the passion that helps to transform a human. For over a hundred years, I stayed away from my kind. Because of him, I could hope. He is why you survived. Merrick is brazen and courageous.”
“I guess it comes with being a truly evil bastard.”
“Shush. I like him.” She pressed his eyes closed with kisses, making him sigh, then she snuggled in
