2 comments/ 20228 views/ 7 favorites The Merman Slave Ch. 01 By: jlynann Lightning ignites the sky with a majestic crash. Below the surface of the stormy seas, a few merpeople watch the lights reflected in the shifting water. One of the mermen there, Derrick, charges upward and jumps into the air just as the thunder echoes throughout the dark sky. Another lightning bolt rains down, illuminating his dark brown hair. Derrick's emerald green eyes light up in the excitement. As soon as he falls back into the safety of the water, one of the other mermen takes a turn. A mermaid swims up to Derrick. "That was an amazing jump, Derrick!" "Thanks, Jill. Why don't you give it a go?" "I don't think I could jump as well as the rest of you guys." Jill looks up to the surface, running a few fingers through her milky brown hair. Derrick glances at it from the top of her head down to its soft, silky tips. "Aw, c'mon, Jill." Derrick grabs her by the shoulders and brushes his ruby-red tail against her shimmering orange one. "We both know you have a pretty talented tail." A mischievous wink brings a reddish tinge to her gorgeous face. "I- I'll go next." As soon as the next mermaid finishes her jump into the flickering sky, Jill dashes upward with all her might. The alien feeling of air against her bare skin sends tingles throughout, but the view of crackling lightning makes the experience worth it. She comes back down into the water and floats into Derrick's open arms. "Not too shabby," he says. "One more time?" "Two more times!" Derrick, Jill, and their friends continue for a few more jumps until one of them decides to go back to the village. Jill looks wistfully up at the sky as the clouds disperse to reveal the setting sun. Soon enough, only Derrick and her are left. She moves to go after her friends but she feels Derrick tug her back by the wrist. He gives Jill a lascivious smile that sets her heart bouncing about in her chest. Jill's gaze drifts along the handsome merman's slim form until her eyes pause at his growing manhood. "Derrick... are you..." One of his naughty hands wraps around to her back, pulling Jill close until her soft bosom rubs up against the rippling skin of his stomach. Derrick smiles at her smile while curling his tail about hers. For a while now, he had been lusting after Jill. Every chance he got, Derrick took a good look at her bountiful form. She caught him looking once in a while, but would only blush and swim away. Derrick presses his stiff rod firmly against Jill's belly. "Hey, Jill. How about you and I ha-" Jill presses her fingers against his lips. As she slides down against his body, Derrick's hardened rod finds itself snugly nestled between Jill's achingly soft mounds, prompting a steady groan from the merman. The mermaid pauses for a second, giving Derrick a second longer in heaven. Jill continues shifting down until his proud manhood throbs in front of her face. The look she gives Derrick at this point is almost enough to make him explode in ecstasy. He clenches his fists, trying to hold it in. Jill's pouty pink lips move agonizingly close to the exposed underside of his shaft. Her tongue pokes out and slowly rides up his full length. Before Derrick realizes what is going on, Jill has taken all of him into her masterful mouth. She feels like magic with her tongue feeling every part of him. Derrick thrusts his hips gently back and forth, steadily matching her rhythm. He continues until the pressure becomes too much for him to handle. "Jill! Oh gods!" Derrick explodes with a beastly roar. Volley after volley of heat erupts from the merman, but Jill does not let a glistening pearl escape. Derrick's hips buck with each emptying, slowly dying down until it is over. "You... are... amazing..." Derrick pants for breath while sliding his softening manhood out of his lover's mouth. "And you're delicious, Derrick." Jill caresses the back of his head and guides his mouth to one of her cute stiff nipples. "I hope you're hungry..." Before he can begin to feast on what her bountiful flesh has to offer, Derrick feels his hips convulse once more. A cloud of white appears between him and Jill, causing the mermaid to back away. "Oh, Derrick... way to ruin the moment..." She frowns, but ends it with a wink. "I'll see you later. You can taste me for real next time." With a second wink, Jill swims off towards the village. "Jill, I- ugh..." A headache quickly strikes Derrick. "Dammit.... Sahara was right... I really don't have enough blood for both ends of my body..." Derrick sinks down to the sandy sea floor waiting for his strength to return. Up above, he watches his cloud of seed move and shift at the mercy of the currents. The feel of Jill's nipple is still imprinted upon the merman's lips. His stomach growls at the thought of suckling on her tender mounds. Even his manhood comes back to life just reminiscing about the past few moments. It rises up into the water, pulsing and throbbing as energetically as before. Before he can wrap his hand around his throbbing flesh, movement in the corner of Derrick's eye catches his attention. A shadow to his left flickers and disappears. The movement of the current that flows over Derrick sends a chill down his bony spine to the tip of his muscular tail. Derrick looks around to see if Jill is playing a prank on him. "Jill? That you?" The shadow appears again on his right, against a boulder, but it slips away before Derrick can get a closer look. Suddenly, he hears a giggle coming from behind him. A mermaid's voice, possibly. All goes silent when the merman sits up in the sand and turns around. "I'm behind you this time, silly child." Derrick freezes up as the water around him goes black. "Who... what is this? Octopus ink?" Within the cloud of black, the shadow grows to full-size. To Derrick, it looks like a mermaid, but with several pudgy sea snakes wrapped about her tail. It is only when the ink cloud fades that the merman realizes who he is up against. A female with tangled, black tresses comes forth from the ink cloud. Eyes of a shade of purple gaze upon Derrick's frozen form disdainfully. Moving forward out of hiding, she reveals more of her delightfully pale skin, a common trait of those who never leave the abyss. "Hmph, you mermen are so shameless... And yet... I cannot help but savor the show..." "Wha- what?" Derrick feels a few snake-like things slither around his tail. "Hey! Get these nasty sea snakes off! Wait... These are tentacles!" All Derrick gets from that outburst is a simple, unnerving smile. He follows the length of the purple octopus-like appendages until he sees them all connect at her spindly waist. "A cecaelia..." "Hm? I'm surprised you know what I am..." The cecaelia pulls the merman closer and closer. " If you're going to talk to me, you should address me by my name, Natasha... But do you know what it is that I want?" Slowly, her tentacles creep up his form. They slither along his scales, but hesitate mere hair's breadths away from his manhood. Derrick tries to shield himself with his hands, but a couple of Natasha's remaining tentacles have seized him by the wrists. "Ah. Ah. Ah." Natasha waves another tentacle in his face scoldingly. "What are you doing with those hands of yours? You look like you want me to touch you..." Derrick's manhood reaches out to full extension, warming the water between them. His struggles only make it move side-to-side for Natasha' amusement. A tentacle curls about his pouch, which seethes with his pearly heat, while its sister spirals up Derrick's upstanding flesh. Another shiver rattles the merman's tail. "I'll do... what you want... Just don't kill... kill me..." "Kill you?" Natasha lifts Derricks off the sand and holds him suspended before her face. "I wouldn't dream of wasting such a darling specimen as yourself." "Then what do you want from me!?" Natasha flinches back from his screaming, but approaches Derrick as strongly as ever. "I want to make you mine, my nameless merman. In fact..." She takes his stiff length in her hand. "... I can give you everything you want." The cecaelia's cold hand sets off another shudder throughout Derrick's form. He can feel her chill drawing away the heat from his manhood. "What do you mean you will make me yours?" Natasha's smile reveals an uncomfortable pair of fangs. "Surrender your body to me... Do that... And I promise not to lay a tentacle on your life." Derrick struggles against her hold, but Natasha keeps a firm grip on his tail, arms, and virile flesh. "And what if I refuse?" A tentacle creeps up behind the merman and curls precariously about his neck."I will lay a tentacle on your life." The Merman Slave Ch. 02 Derrick wakes up enveloped in darkness. Everything from head to tail aches. "Ugh. What the abyss happened to me? Last thing I remember I-" A whale's song echoes not too far away. "This must be her home... Natasha, huh?" A tremor of aches and pains shakes Derrick off his resting place on the sand. " I- I must've blacked out. But why did she just dump me in this cave?" Derrick feels around the water and finds a rocky wall. He follows it silently and carefully, in case Natasha is asleep nearby. Derrick can feel his head throbbing from when he blacked out, but he cannot seem to remember what happened just before then. Only the tingly soreness of his manhood distracts him from his other pains. In the distance, Derrick spots a light, possibly a way out from the bleak cave. He swims as fast as he can, but a shadow immediately blocks the way and snaps its fingers. A sinister purple light floods the cave and dims down to reveal Natasha. The sight of her forces Derrick back against the rough cave wall. "I thought you'd gone..." Derrick looks to Natasha, realizing his black-out had shattered any recollections he had of her face. Natasha the cecaelia twists the ringlets her curly black hair. The shine of her purple eyes mirrors an eerie moon. Derrick cannot help but gaze upon the rest of her form. The vision of her pale abyss-skin creeps back into his mind. As a cecaelia, she resembles a mermaid except that the part where one would expect a fish-like tail, there are the tentacles of an octopus. Derrick cannot mistake the allure of her curvaceous body, from her oval face to her plump breasts to her exotic tentacles. Each of those tentacles move and dance about Natasha's bare skin like starved snakes. Sensing Derrick's fear, Natasha swims up close with a face full of glee. "My, my... You'd think a slave would be more welcoming of his master." She brings herself closer and closer until the plump, succulent warmth of her bosom is pressed up against his chest. "And I'd heard mermen were the best lovers under the sea. You cannot resist any offer of lust. Not only that... Ah, well. That will change after I've broken you in." "Broken me in?" Despite his situation, Derrick can feel his flesh slowly reach up to half-mast. A simple wink sends a fiery chill through the young merman. "I was watching you having your pretty little way with that mermaid." Natasha moves a hand down to pinch and tweak one of Derrick's stiff nipples. "It was then in an instant... that I knew I wanted to own you... tame you... break you..." "Why me?" "Why?" Natasha giggles loudly to herself. "I guess any merman would have done. You just happened to have been the first I laid my eyes on. And I got to see that legendary virility in action. At that point, I felt that I just had to have you. And now I guess that it's as good a time as ever to mark you mine." "What?!" The rough edges of the cave wall press into Derrick's back once again. Natasha just brings herself closer, knowing that mere touch is more than potent enough to cause the merman's body to betray him further. The fear in his eyes barely hides the instinctive lust coursing through his nerves. She moves back a bit to let the soft glow of her dungeon illuminate her captive's features. Seeing a merman brought to full extension is a sight to behold. Natasha can make out the ridges and veins on his shaft. Derrick's flesh emanates a strange heat that makes Natasha's tentacles tingle. Throbbing, it calls out to her. It demands her presence, yet begs for her permission. Derrick slumps down to the sand as his will and his body weaken. However, his manhood juts out just as proudly as ever. The merman's eyes glance at the part of her underneath all the tentacles. The part of her he aches for the most. Abandoned by his thoughts and instinct, Derrick looks away in shame. Wrapping his arms and tail in her tentacles once more, Natasha brings her face dangerously close to his. "Surrender your body to me, Derrick, and I will free you. Free you of all those aches and pains." He looks at her, chest heaving. "You said before that if I refused to surrender myself that you would lay a tentacle on my life..." Natasha curls her tentacles tighter around her captive's arms. The suction cups latch onto his smooth skin. "I did say that, young merman. You passed out before I could squeeze an answer out of you. Perhaps if you are... talented enough, you might be able to persuade me to let you off with nothing but sweet justice." Around his tail, one of Natasha's tentacles slithers up until it is a hair's breadth from prodding his pouch. Derrick looks down to see her more than ready to drain him of every drop of pleasure that his body can offer. The greedy look in Natasha's eyes calls out to his blood, as well as another kind of hotness boiling up inside his body. "I- I surrender, Natasha." The tentacle that had been so close to touching to the soft skin of his pouch finally curls about his precious pearls. Derrick can feel the pressure build uncontrollably at his core. Her knowing silence sends prickles down his tail. "Say it again." Natasha draws Derrick in close to feel his firm body against her soft suppleness. She straddles him with his shaft hidden underneath her tentacle skirt. Derrick can feel himself so close to her heat pulsing in tune with his own. "I surrender, Natasha. I surrender myself to you." An ecstatic, almost unnerving smile creeps onto Natasha's face. Her tentacles tighten their hold on his body and guide his rod to where it has been begging to go. Derrick lets out a stuttered groan when her slick sheath tightens around his flesh. He tries to move his hands to take in the pleasures of the rest of her flesh, but she denies him at every turn. The octopus-woman cups her ample flesh before her captor's eyes, enjoying his wanton thirst while denying his agonizing need. "You forget your place slave. You're still going to have to work for your reward. I'm not going easy on you, so don't you dare dream of going easy on me." Derrick pauses to gather his strength before thrusting in and out of his master with everything he has. She shakes, trembles, and convulses with pleasure seemingly according to his whims, yet she prevents him from achieving release. His lust feels like a storm welling up inside, a storm brewed by a witch taking over all his thoughts. The merman thrusts and thrusts until he has been drained of all his strength. Natasha and her tentacles release their hold on him, letting the merman slide out and sink to the sand. His chest heaves in exhaustion, but his stiff shaft aches and pulses maddeningly. The merman twitches from his unrequited lust as Natasha looks down upon him. "Beg for release." Natasha leans in close to his shaft and cups his pouch. "The rest of your body is." Her scent fills the water, driving him madder with lust. However, Derrick can still feel his mind intact, though scattered. He looks up to his master. He can tell he has some sort of an effect on her, but it hardly compares to the one she has over him. His body has gone numb, yet he fails to soften in her presence. "Natasha, I beg for release..." For the first time, Derrick sees a benevolent smile come upon his master's face. She silently straddles him once more and impales herself upon his throbbing staff. He flinches in anticipation for more torture, but she gyrates and milks him for all he is worth. His strength finds him once more in time to thrust into her. Natasha's tentacles caress and grope every bit of his form. His climax is an explosion that fills every part of her. Her body takes in all of his excitement, not letting a drop escape. With a final thrust, Derrick starts to pass out and sinks back down to the sand. He looks back at Natasha as his vision starts to blur. As his strength fades for a second time, his master curls her tentacles about him in a cradle. Natasha gazes down upon her willing captive's unconscious form. She brings a hand to caress the strong line of his jaw. One of her tentacles glides down his form to feel the taut skin over his chest. She brings over another tentacle to play with his stiffened nipples, fitting their peaks inside her suction cups. The merman's hips buck forward, but Derrick falls back into her clutches, still unconscious. "Sweet dreams, my merman slave..."