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Pure adrenaline courses through Steve's veins as he wills his body to keep moving forward. Powerful swipes of his tail leave a trail of bubbles and sand behind him, but he's too strung up to bother to look back.
Can't afford to look back. Not with the creature of the deeper waters currently pursuing him with nothing but hunger and determination in his eyes.
Steve curses under his breath, his poor luck, his curiosity, his inexplicable desire to swim deeper into the cave to get a closer look. And then yelps and curses louder when something catches at the narrow end of his tail and tugs. His whole body jolts from the abrupt way he's forced into a stop, but he doesn't get to dwell on the discomfort of it as he's pulled firmly into the clutches of the very thing he's been trying to escape.
"No." he gasps, struggling as several tentacles wrap all around his tail, completely preventing any movement. Clawed hands grip his waist, not to grab but simply to get a feel and Steve gives a violent body shiver.
"Hey, sweet fish." His captor purrs against his ear, showing his sharp teeth in a wide grin as Steve whines and thrashes in his hold. "C'mon baby. Don't act all coy now."
"Let me go!" Steve yells as the cecaelia ignores his pleas and nuzzles at his throat, smelling him. He shudders after a particularly deep inhale and then licks, broad and hot at the merman's neck.
"Fuck, you're gonna be delicious." the cecaelia moans around the lovebite he's started sucking onto Steve's neck and then frowns, tightening his tentacles around the mer when the other manages a weak slap against his body with his tail. "None of that now. Surely, you're smarter than that."
And Steve really is not, because he doesn't stop his wriggling and soon enough the creature gets annoyed with him.
"Look here, pretty thing." the cecaelia forces Steve to look him in the eye, "Name's Eddie. And this is happening whether you like it or not. Should've thought twice about roaming around in the territory of the species that literally feed on your kind. So this can go either of the two ways. You keep this up and I rip out what I need from you. Or you start being the good boy I know you can be and I make this a pleasurable experience for you as well. So which is it gonna be?"
At his last statement, Eddie gives his rump a warning squeeze, eyes blazing with a red glint and Steve swallows against the stone lodged in his throat.
"I can be good." he says, voice low and shivers in anticipation when Eddie grins, feral and wide, every bit a predator.
"Good. Lovely." Eddie rumbles, pressing more kisses to his bare shoulders. Steve lets out a startled moan when the cecaelia starts playing with his nipples while the tentacle wrapped around his middle starts giving his belly rythmic squeezes. And it doesn't feel like Eddie's doing it in punishment or in warning, because Steve soon finds himself relaxing under the attention, loving having pressure applied to his middle. The tip of a tentacles slides into his belly button and Steve jolts at the sensation. Eddie is quick to soothe him.
"If you're very good, I might even fill you up." Eddie whispers in his ear and Steve gives one last defiant jerk of his head but then Eddie kisses and sucks at his neck again and he feels himself turn into putty. "Don't resist, honey. You were literally made for this."
"Fuck you." Steve grumbles and then shivers when all Eddie does is chuckle and bite his earlobe.
“Whatever you want, gorgeous.” he purrs and even the threat of mortal danger is not enough to keep Steve from rolling his eyes. Eddie smirks. “But maybe not this time.”
And then within seconds, Eddie’s tentacles wrap around his waist and tail, several coiling around his hands and tugging them behind his back. Steve doesn’t get a word in, before he’s swept into the cecaelia’s arms and they’re swished back into the cave Steve stumbled across the monster in the first place.
Once they’re through the underwater entrance, they break the surface of water and Steve shivers. The little pocket of air of the cave creates the perfect isolated atmosphere for what is about to be done to him. Not a single person would hear his shrieks of help from here.
He gives one more valiant jerk in Eddie’s arms and the octo only grins, wolfish and happy, as if he’s being silly and bends down to kiss at his ear.
“Bet you’re dying to be underneath me.” Eddie murmurs to him and Steve flinches away in disgust. Eddie frowns. “Hey, don’t be like that now. I’m gonna blow your mind.”
Steve yelps as Eddie hauls him up into his arms and then lays him out on a big moss-covered rock, shaped almost perfectly like a recliner. It doesn’t get any easier from there as immediately tentacles wrap tight around his thrashing body and push him against the rock, pinned and helpless. And entirely at the cecaelia’s mercy.
Eddie rubs two fingers over the front of his tail, right where his pussy is, still shut protectively under a layer of skin and scales. The octo’s motions are sure and practiced and Steve gasps, cause even with so little, the sensation feels unbelievably good.
Eddie smirks, seeing the effect he’s having on the other and splays his entire hand over that section and his rubs get firmer, more intentional. He keeps grinding the heel of his hand on every stroke and Steve whines, tries to fold onto himself in a futile attempt to make the sensation a little less intense, but the tentacles tighten their grip immediately putting a halt to his squirming.
“None of that now.” Eddie frowns, digs his heel in a harsh, dirty grind that finally steals Steve’s first moan from the many more to come that night. Fuck, he’s never been forced open like this. He’s never even done it to himself when masturbating, had always let himself get there naturally. Eddie is relentless, knows exactly what he’s doing. Unprompted, a mental picture of Eddie hunting down other mer and snacking on them pops into Steve’s head and he throws his head back, overwhelmed. He squeezes his eyes shut as if it will help keep the tantalizing fantasies at bay.
He lets out a soft puff of breath when Eddie leans over him and starts to kiss his neck again, not for show of power like before, not to remind Steve how easily Eddie can latch his fangs into his skin and take his life, no. It’s to arouse. To facilitate the process. And it’s working. Steve can feel the fight slowly leaving his body. He knows he’ll be coaxed open soon at this rate, can feel the wetness gathering inside him and there’s nothing he can do but let it happen.
“Yeah, just like that, princess.” Eddie whispers, ducks in to suck a mark on the soft skin under Steve’s jaw. The tentacles that are holding Steve’s arms up above his head start caressing the delicate skin of his wrists in soothing patterns. “I can give you everything you want, everything you need. Pretty boys like you need to be held down. Manhandled and kept. I’ll give you that and more. You just have to be good for me.”
Steve’s pants feel loud even to his own ears. At this point, he’s just waiting for the inevitable.
“C’mon, baby. Open up for me.” Eddie coos and when he replaces his hand with one of his thicker tentacles, latching it across the entire breadth of Steve’s hips, rolling and grinding rhythmically, Steve knows he’s done for. The weight of the tentacle coupled with the stimulation from the way its suckers latch onto his tail in certain areas has Steve groaning and squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment. He’s gonna open soon, wet and needy for a predator. Fuck, he feels like he could cum just like this.
“Ah, ah!” Steve jerks bodily, when Eddie puts more force into his tentacle and when a sucker sticks right where Steve’s clit is sheltered, he is lost.
“There you are.” Eddie hisses, gaze hungry and lustful, not letting up on the harsh rolls of his tentacle and Steve doesn’t care how loud he’s being or that he’s getting off from this deep sea monster that can potentially change his mind and kill him any second. It only contributes to his excitement and where Steve would normally fight back and snarl and protest, gives up so easily for Eddie. Lets himself grow pliant and just lie back while Eddie positively flattens him onto that moss covered rock.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Eddie smirks down at him and Steve huffs, defiant, immediately followed by a whimper when Eddie does something particularly mean with his suckers on the next thrust. “I want you loose and pretty for me, babydoll, so c’mon. Come for me.
On that next roll, he grinds the tentacle roughly onto Steve’s open, dripping mound and keeps it there. Steve comes with a shout, eyes rolling back at the heady pressure. The sheer power coursing through the appendages turns him on to no end. Humiliation and pleasure are still burning through Steve’s veins when a much thinner tentacle with no suckers unceremoniously shoves itself into his mouth.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” Eddie mumbles, moving the tentacle aside. He runs revenant fingers through Steve’s wet folds and in a fashion similar to the tentacle in his mouth, without any warning shoves two fingers into his pussy. Steve whimpers: the cecaelia’s fingers are slightly thicker than his own, and though he’s positively drenched, he was still kind of sensitive. The fingers start exploring the velvety warmth of his insides, rubbing at his walls and occasionally dipping out to rub his entrance and if Steve hadn’t resigned himself to his fate yet, then the masterful way Eddie was fingering him now, would’ve persuaded him in a heartbeat.
He moans when Eddie directs his efforts towards that spongy area that makes lightning heat spark up his spine and then promptly chokes when the tentacle in his mouth begins to shoot out warm sweet liquid right onto his tongue. Right. He’d almost forgotten about that.
“Shh. I’ve got you.” Eddie purrs, voice sweet and almost condescending. His fingers don’t stop moving. “It’s just a little something to make you more ready for me, so drink it all up.”
Not needing much prompting, Steve does as he’s told and true to word, almost instantly he feels his pussy gushing impossibly more. Liquid fire licks up his entire lower half, making him thrust up his hips to meet each mean twist of Eddie’s fingers. He feels on fire. Like a brainless creature in heat, who’ll only find respite if someone pins him down and plows into him.
Almost immediately Steve pictures one of those tentacles inside of him and whines, high-pitched and needy. Whatever poison is running down Steve’s throat, it’s surely getting its job done.
“Pussy so tight. Need to loosen you up a bit.” Eddie says, loving in a way that directly contradicts the filthy squelches coming from how roughly he’s fingering Steve. “Fuck, how are you so tight? Bet you never had anything truly big and satisfying fuck you, have you? Gonna ruin sex forever for you. Never gonna want anything but me. No one’s gonna fuck you as good as me.”
They’ve just barely begun, but Steve wholly believes him. Moreover, he’s heard rumors about the mermaids that did escape cecaelia captivity. They became depraved versions of their former selves, left chasing the unimaginable heights of the pleasure they had experienced.
Eddie gives three more harsh thrusts with his fingers, his palm slapping, wet and loud against Steve’s tail and pulls them out, grinning sharp and predatory at Steve’s whimper.
“You know what’s coming now, don’t you, sweet boy?” Eddie drones and he’s practically drooling as he strokes Steve’s sides. “I’ve been real patient with you. Took my time. Took care of you. Now you gotta be real good for me. When I feed, you don’t move. You so much as try to get away and I snap your neck and feast on you, anyway. You understand?”
Steve nods, unable to suppress a shiver at the octo’s words.
“Good.” Eddie sighs and then his jaw opens and out rolls a tongue so huge, Steve’s own mouth drops open. Eddie wasn’t fucking exaggerating when insisting on opening Steve up. It’s thicker than his fingers, hell, it’s thicker than the tentacle that was in Steve’s mouth earlier. It’s demonic. And long. And it’s trailing deliciously down Steve’s tummy, leaving behind a wet trail and moving steadily towards its main goal.
Feast , Eddie referred to the action.
“You’ve got breedable hips.” Eddie mumbles around his lolling tongue, licking at the moles under Steve’s belly button. “If you’re a good boy, I might just fill you up later. Make your pretty belly bump out.”
Steve moans in surprise at the words, never having had such pure filth be said to him and then moans again louder and longer when in his distraction, Eddie shoves his monster tongue into his pussy.
Without preamble, he wiggles the obscene length of it inside and immediately gets to work. He wasn’t exaggerating when he was alluding to feeding and feasting, cause that’s precisely what is being done to Steve’s poor pussy. There isn’t a single corner of his insides that goes untouched, Eddie eats him out with loud snarls and growls that if Steve were witnessing from the side, would’ve been terrified. Now though, he quickly gets addicted to the vibrations Eddie’s noises provide, loves the way Eddie uses just the right amount of teeth to provide that heady threat of danger. The tongue is so big that it brushes right against Steve’s g spot on every thrust in and every thrust out and when their eyes meet over the quivering length of Steve’s abdomen, he knows he’s in trouble.
He screams in pure ecstasy when Eddie licks at the opening of his cervix, not pushing too hard so as not to overwhelm, but rather giving worshipful little licks that have Steve shaking bodily and coming a second time.
Eddie moans even louder than Steve then as the hot rush of fresh fluids hits his tongue and his thrusts get even faster, sloppier. A new tentacle coils around Steve’s middle and starts pressing him into his makeshift bed, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop of slick from him. Knowing how obsessed cecaelia are with the flavor of it, Steve doesn’t even question it. He starts whining anew when the added external pressure from the tentacle combines perfectly with the thrusts from the inside, making each drag of Eddie’s tongue almost unbearably pleasurable. Steve wails from the overstimulation, shaking his head from side to side, knowing full well that it's the most movement he’s allowed.
Eddie just moans and continues drinking his juices as if he’s been starved, left stranded in the desert for weeks and Steve’s pussy is the first and last source of nutrition he’ll ever get.
Mine, Steve thinks, delirious as Eddie uses one of his thin tentacles to rub at Steve’s clit, while he prods and almost pushes into Steve’s fucking womb with the tip of his tongue, while the thick base of his tongue stimulates Steve’s sweet spot. All mine. Never gonna want to feed from anyone but me. My Eddie.
Eddie forces two more orgasms out of him and Steve is crying and exhausted when he finally taps at the tentacle still restraining his wrists.
Eddie pulls out and is up by his side within seconds.
“Baby? You alright, angel?” Eddie asks, breathless and worried. His front is drenched in Steve’s fluids. From chin, down to his chest he is glimmering from the wetness and Steve’s used pussy throbs at the sight.
“Eddie.” he chokes out, voice wrecked and Eddie’s already released Steve’s arms and wrapped them comfortably around his own shoulders. He looks so concerned and so tender, Steve damn near breaks. “I’m okay. Just can’t wait anymore, Eddie. Need you to have me. Please, please , want you inside, love. Don’t make me wait anymore.”
Steve watches Eddie’s face melt in relief and then darken as he processes his words. Fuck, Steve doesn’t even care that he’s technically ruined the game he himself proposed. If he has to go another minute without Eddie shoving one of his tentacles inside him, he’s sure he’ll die.
And Eddie must sense his desperation, for he doesn’t waste another second. Doesn’t make him work for it anymore.
“Shit, sweetheart, me too.” Eddie groans as Steve takes hold of his mating tentacle, long and thick just like the rest of his beautiful boyfriend and guides it to his hole. Steve is so loose and wet, Eddie slides in effortlessly and can’t seem to stop babbling now that he doesn’t have to keep up the act of a mean, dangerous predator. “Love you so much, Stevie. You were amazing. Let me love on you now. Want my boy to feel good.”
“Yesss.” Steve hisses as the firmer texture of his partner’s member gives him the desired friction his tongue only teased at. He feels so full and so safe here in this cave, impaled on his love’s tentacle cock. He has one hand buried in Eddie’s thick curls and another, griping Eddie’s back tightly, no doubt leaving angry red marks in its wake. He lets Eddie shove his pleasure weakened body back and forth, moaning and screaming with each thrust.
“That’s it, my sweet.” Eddie whispers, frenzied movements almost making him slip from his perch atop Steve. He readjusts his grip almost entirely latching onto Steve with his tentacles and pressing him firmly onto the rock, entirely in his mercy. Steve’s eyes flutter shut when Eddie strokes a loving hand over the mer’s distended stomach, feeling up the bulge moving inside. “Fuck, baby. Can’t get enough of you. Want you always, it’s crazy.”
“Me too.” Steve gasps around the persistent thrusts and throws his head back. “Was so hard to hold out at the beginning. My pussy wanted to fucking bloom for you the second you got your hands on me.”
Eddie makes a guttural noise as if hurt and takes up a more punishing pace that has Steve struggling for breath and swallowing down his own overwhelmed tears. Eddie could fuck him raw non stop for days and he would still not get his fill. It would only temporarily numb that primal itch inside of him that would just come back with more force later.
A quiet splash in the distance has Steve snapping open an eye and he smirks. Bitchy, mean and gloating.
Two mermaids are lurking a few feet away, heads just barely sticking out of water as they watch, aroused, curious, yet mildly terrified, as a monster whose species is supposed to be their hereditary enemy, takes apart one of their own. Steve knows that there are all kinds of bullshit rumors about them, he knows that most parties from both respective sides don’t approve of their union. Consider it unorthodox, unnatural.
And yet most of them, like the two mermaids currently violating their privacy, are just stupidly envious of them. They can only dream of having tentacles this good massaging their insides and coaxing release after release from them. Even the best of merman lovers, with big dicks and high libidos, can’t hold a candle to Eddie. To what Eddie does to him so effortlessly. So lovingly.
Steve lets out a purposefully whoreish moan on the next thrust that pushes Eddie’s tentacle suckers into an unholy kiss with his cervix opening. Not even having to pretend as he’s positively delirious from pleasure. It has Eddie folding over him and pushing his demon tongue that was devouring his pussy not so long ago into his mouth and down his throat.
Steve sees the exact moment Eddie’s dark gaze meets the stunned ones of the mermaids and he moans and writhes even more, unable to help himself. He feels vengeful. Wants to scream at everyone a triumphant “See? This is how good he loves me, You’ll never get fucked near as good even in your wildest dreams. Won’t have anyone take care of you like this.”
Next thing Steve knows, he’s coming again and he’s lost count how many times he’s come already that night. It feels like he’s never stopped coming after that first time. When he opens his wet, heavy eyes, the mermaids are nowhere to be seen and Eddie is looking down at him, so, so lovingly.
“There you are.” Eddie murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to his lips and then trails his mouth down the length of Steve’s neck. “Love showing us off, don’t you, baby?”
Steve sighs, tilting his head back. “Yeah. Want everyone to know how good you make me feel. How good you are.”
“ You’re good.” Eddie counters immediately and presses their foreheads together. His eyes are so brown and so round and he is so hot when he says. “Too bad others seeing you vulnerable like this just makes me want to fuck you up even more.”
Steve moans and quickly taps an agreement on Eddie’s tentacle, relishing in the way the member in his pussy ripples and starts up a new pace.
“Yes, yes.” Steve rasps, tugging Eddie back down over him, chasing his mouth and biting his lips. “Fuck me up, Eddie. Fuck me until I can’t fucking swim.”
Eddie growls in response, eyes flaring red again and he renews his thrusts and all Steve can do is lay back and take it, his happy moans and soft cries harmonizing beautifully with Eddie’s harsh breathing.
He knows he’s not leaving that rock or that cave any time soon.