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When he truly thought about it, Miles never had a choice to begin with.
He often wished things had unfolded differently. Perhaps, in some other life, he might have ascended to Head Chief of a mer-pod, following in his mother’s formidable fins. Or perhaps he would have commanded his own patrol guards, inheriting his father’s stoic vigilance. Maybe, if the stars hadn't bestowed this peculiar blessing—or curse—upon him, he would have simply been another unassuming member of their pod, destined for an ordinary existence. These days, however, he rarely had the luxury of dwelling on what might have been. Sometimes, he genuinely didn’t want to.
Miles cradled his precious treasure gently in his arms, a proud, squirming bundle of guppies. Three of them, to be exact. Their tiny strands of hair were carefully contained within protective kelp nets, preventing them from tugging and harming themselves. His eldest triplet, the largest, possessed piercing red eyes that hinted at a nascent fierceness, framed by deep, dark hair. The third-born, a sweet, diminutive bundle, had a stubborn curl that perpetually escaped its net and her tiny hand a firm grip that held her daddies’ fingers close. Finally, the middle baby, a vibrant burst of energy, kept his tail thrashing and waving, his fin shimmering with an iridescent glow that evoked a soft, involuntary sigh from Miles’s lips.
His middle triplet was a suncatcher, just like Miles.
With a reluctance that tugged at his heart, Miles entrusted his other two babies to his waiting handmaids, planting a tender kiss on each of their small foreheads to soothe them. He then wrapped his middle guppy securely against his chest and began his ascent, the familiar pull of the surface guiding him. The private cenote, a haven he now called home, offered a secluded sunspot for him, and now, for his middle guppy.
It was a sanctuary built by the hands of his husband.
Miles swam slowly, already feeling the first tender rays of the sun pierce the cool water and begin to permeate his skin. His scales, dormant moments before, rejoiced, awakening to a soft internal luminescence as they greedily gathered the sun's light, enveloping themselves in its pervasive warmth. Miles instinctively cupped a palm over his son’s closed eyes, ensuring the fragile, undeveloped eyelids were shielded from the direct intensity of the rays. He lingered just beneath the gentle undulations of the surface for a moment more, savoring the stillness before breaking the water’s tension.
His baby began to wriggle, an excited tremor passing through his small body, sensing the sun’s profound presence and craving its radiant touch. Finally, Miles broke through the water's shimmering surface, unveiling his son to the world above. The baby’s tiny limbs stretched outward, instinctively reaching for the light. His scales, already responsive, happily absorbed the sun's energy, beginning to shimmer with a promising brilliance as he fed from its warmth for the very first time. Miles’s guppy let out a happy, guttural sound as his gills expelled the last vestiges of water, taking his first breath of air, a breath seemingly facilitated by the sun’s very essence. As the water beaded and dried from his skin, his tiny legs miraculously emerged from his tail, splitting cleanly into two, appearing for all the world like those of a newborn human child. Only his iridescent eyes and small, almost imperceptible specks of color peeking on his shoulders and legs betrayed his non-human origin. Miles carefully placed his now-dry baby onto a warm, sun-baked stone ledge, remaining half-submerged, keeping his own fin wet and cool. He crossed his arms, leaning into them as he watched his guppy laugh, Miles watches as his baby grabbed his newly formed legs in joy.
Miles remembered a story his mother had once recounted, of the day she had brought him to the surface for his own first feeding. If her own grandmother, Miles’s great-grandmother, hadn't also been a suncatcher, Rio wouldn't have known what to do. Thankfully, when she saw Miles’s shimmering tail, Rio acted immediately. She broke the surface in a secluded cove off the Caribbean, believing she was on a private shore. She brought Miles out and patiently waited for him to dry. Unbeknownst to her, an offshore fisherman had witnessed the impossible: a beautiful mermaid gently stroking what appeared to be a human newborn's head. As he called out, Rio swiftly snatched her son back, plunging into the water's depths. Stories still whispered of a beautiful mermaiden who had spirited away a human newborn. Recalling the tale, a gentle smile graced Miles’s lips. He carefully tucked a relaxed strand of his son’s soft hair behind his ear. Here, he didn’t have to worry about offshore fishermen or any unseen, judging eyes. Miles felt the familiar warmth of the sun kissing his shoulders, his own back beginning to dry. Then, a large, warm hand, tipped with sharp, dark claws, gingerly re-wet his back once again.
“Mmm, can you get my neck too?” Miles murmured, not needing to turn, addressing his silent approacher. He hadn’t heard Miguel break the surface, but he had long since grown used to sensing his husband’s powerful presence drawing near. The same large hand rose once more, encompassing his throat, the thumb impossibly long, able to wrap far enough to gently rub his chin as it rehydrated the back of Miles’s neck. A small, pleasant shiver traced down Miles’s spine as his companion enveloped him completely from behind. His smaller frame fit perfectly, nestled against the broad warmth of his husband’s chest.
“He looks like your mother,” Miguel rumbled, his voice low and unused to speaking above water, a deep, gravelly sound that vibrated through Miles’s back. Miguel was right; their little suncatcher possessed the same delicate tone as his mother, and eyes to match. The guppy let out a tiny yawn, his eyes fluttering closed in contentment. If Miles hadn’t given birth to him, he would have sworn his mother had simply created an exact copy of herself. Miles couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought, a soft, warm sound. Miguel tightened his arms around Miles, pulling him closer, their skin pressed against each other in silent understanding.
Miles let out a soft gasp of surprise as he felt his husband's erections press against the curve of his back.
”Mig-Miguel. I’ve. I just”
”shhh, our other two guppies are safe and our little sun catcher is having a sun nap” Miguel let out a low hum. Miles wanted to argue more, he had just given birth not even 24 hours ago. How could his husband still want him after seeing him push out their clutch. Miles sighs, remembering how bloated he was just a few days ago, his husband's hunger for him never wavering even then.
“I need to see you breast feeding our current guppies while heavy with our next” Miguel slide into Miles, his cloaca was still sore and the push cause a few specks of red dye the water around them but Miles still let out a sinful moan and he felt his husband press his second erection right next to the first one. “I know your greedy pussy would throw a tantrum if it didn’t have the second one”
”mmm, it’s not gree-“ he felt himself immediately tighten around his husband's appendages, already leaking and desperate. He heard his husband let out a low growl, one hand now gripping the edge of the stone formation in front of them. his large frame was tense with the effort of trying to keep himself from thrusting wildly for miles sake. His claws dug into the stone, the brittle material cracking underneath his grip.
“Ple-please, please move. I- I want”
”I know, I know.” Miguel had the grace to keep from telling Miles ‘I told you so’ and yet held still for a second longer than he usually would, enjoying Miles squirm in his hold. He Let out a hiss as he felt his young partner squeeze him in desperation from being denied what he desperately wanted
“Sh sh, don’t wake our baby”
Miles puts his palm against his mouth, eyeing his guppy for a moment, then Miguel pulled back slowly before thrusting back into him mercilessly. The thrusts were small and concise, making sure he didn’t push miles further than necessary. But his restraint was wearing thin and the noises that miles let out weren't helping.
”Miles. You little brat, squeezing me like you never want me to leave. If you keep this up I’ll make sure to keep you stuffed even during court meetings. Tied and belted to my waist, keeping my cocks warm. The royal mother, reduced to nothing more than a pocket clutch for his king.” Miguel words left Miles throwing his head back, he bit into his hands hoping to keep himself from letting out a scream of pleasure. Miguel began to quicken his speed, uncaring as the water moved around them. That was until it began to splash quite loudly, misting somewhat over the rocks before the. This was enough that both Miguel and Miles paused when they saw their guppy wrinkle his nose in his sleep.
“You've threatened me with that same line before” Miles moans after catching his breath and seeing their baby settle once more. Miles turns and both he and Miguel let out a hiss, precum and slick bleeding out from Miles tight cunt, his folds literally proving how greedy they are. “You need new material viejo”
Miguel smirked at his companion, pushes back in as Miles wrapped his arms around his thick neck. Miles shivered as he felt more of his husband's precum leak out, only to be thrust back in and hit his cervix in a delicious manner.
”You're the one that tightens that irresistible pussy of yours whenever I tell you what I plan to do to you. Whine all you like but your sun scales flare when I hit you just right where you need to filled.Your body craves to be filled by me and only me” his last words are punctuated by three hard thrusts, both of Miguel's erections work together to pierce the already delicate cervix opening. Miles panted as he looked back at his still sleeping son only to have Miguel pull his eyes back to him. His thumb rubs against Miles’ chin , using his grip to tilt the smaller mermaid's head back. He pressed a kiss against his husband's small temple . ‘Don’t worry’ he seemed to say silently ‘I’ll keep an eye out’. Miles nodded fervently to Miguel before he babbled blissed out words for his beloved needily.
”Yes, you. Only you. Pl-please Miguel” Miles moaned out, clutching and pressing his nimble fingers into his large husband's gills. Miguel lets out a strained growl, miles knew exactly where to grab him.
”say it, say what you need” Miguel was just as desperate as Miles though, his leaking cock begging to be let into the home they carved for themselves
“you- you. I need it” miles preened.
“What do you need?”
“Fill me. Breed me. Make me a mother again, again”
“You never want to be empty again, isn’t that right Miles?” The larger male growled, anchoring himself within his lover as his first few spurts of cum erupt into Miles’ womb.
“No. Never again. Never”
Miles pressed his head into the crooked of Miguel's neck, letting out a gasping sob as he felt a final wave of slick being pushed out of his lips by Miguel's hot cum invading his innermost core. Miles felt an intense sensitivity hit him tenfold and immediately his abdomen clenched, feeling his womb beginning to work over time while still recovering from recently giving birth only to be forced to accept an immediate new clutch. Miles wondered in a daze how many would take this time, and if he should cut off his husband's dicks if this happens again. Almost as though sensing Miles thoughts Miguel came once more, leaving a pleasant warmth building up and pooling within Miles’ belly. Immediately any thought of castrating his husband was abandoned Miles hummed and leaned into his husband's broad chest, Miguel enveloping him in his arms and pressing his thumbs into the dips of Miles' back. He squeezed and softly rubbed the muscles in mile’s lower back helping ease out the tensions from his recent birthing. Behind them both men hear their guppy finally stretch out and let out a few confused sounds looking for his dam.
”really thought he’d make more of a fuss with all the noise we were making” miles whispered as Miguel swam them back to their fussy baby. Miles reached over and began pulling away from Miguel, but his older husband didn’t budge.
”Miguel” Miles whined, trying again but Miguel tightened his hold “let me grab our baby”
”You can grab him, but I’m not done” Miguel hummed, Miles felt his dicks twitch with interest inside of him.
“Miguel, please-“ Miguel lowered his eyes, a warning. Yet Miles couldn't stop the soft involuntary whine leaving his lips as he squeezed both appendages within him. “Mmmm”
Miles leaned over and pulled his baby back into his arms, his son immediately settling in between both his fathers. Miguel placed a soft kiss on his child's forehead all the while thrusting into Miles. Miles let out soft whines in protest but still held on tightly to Miguel and their baby.
”you deviant shark” Miles said in a low whisper “pushing your seed inside of the mother of your children while their holding your newborn”
“Eres un hipócrita, te siento, tensándote y soltando tu semilla. Quieres hacerte la madre desvalida, pues órale. Yo seré tu marido malvado.” Miguel squeezed Miles' hips and moved him back and forth, his own personal pocket pussy to used while he nursed their son. Miles bit his lip in between his teeth as their son latched onto him. The soft purrs coming off Miguel vibrated against Miles, hitting the tip of his hip bone and putting a pressure against his clit creating it’s own personal and pleasurable torture.
“Too- Too much you insatiable beast” Miles tried to use his muscles to push Miguel out but his greedy beloved denied it, not relenting any ground.
”you dare insult your king and deny him the warmth of your embrace?” growled te older male. Miles wanted to feel shame, desperately wanted to feel some increment of embarrassment for himself and his child. But his babe remained unbothered, suckling away as his father attempted to make him an older brother.
”You don’t want my warmth, you beast, you want my fire and hunger” Miles huffed out, feeling himself squirt up against his husband's hip bone.
“as insatiable as me, my Queen mother” another kiss against his son's forehead and then a heady and desperate one against miles lips. “Once our son gets his fill I will need my serving”
Miles smacked his husbands arm and then griped onto him tightly letting out a gasp, Miguel released another torrent of seed with little warning.
By the time both husbands and their youngest babe swam back down to rejoin their other two guppies, Miles’s stomach had developed a pronounced, rounded pouch, looking as though he carried a second-term clutch of guppies within him. His handmaidens, graceful and silent, offered no gesture of acknowledgment, nor did they raise their heads; they simply bowed low, reverently handing his guppies back to their Queen and their King. Miguel gently drew Miles onto his lap, his strong arms now encompassing all three of their children once again. Miles finally released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, a profound sigh of relief as all five of them were together, complete.
“Really brings me back,” Miguel hummed, a low vibration in his chest that Miles felt more than heard.
“In what way?” Miles murmured, his eyes solely focused on his beloved babies, tracing the soft curves of their tiny faces.
“How you tried to run away from all this.” If Miguel had uttered those words even ten months prior, Miles would have snarled, his fist perhaps connecting with that handsome, scarred jaw. Instead, he simply leaned further into his husband’s embrace, a soft, contented smile gracing his lips as he gazed at his babes. “Three blessings, and more to come.”
Miles shook his head, a playful smile still on his face, but Miguel’s large palm settled gently on the soft swelling of Miles’s pouch, rubbing slowly, soothingly, up and down.
“I’m actually surprised one of our guppies came out as a suncatcher,” Miles said with a sleepy sigh, burrowing his head deeper into Miguel’s pectoral fin.
“Why would you be surprised? Aren’t you a suncatcher yourself?” Miguel’s voice was laced with a knowing smile. He already understood the answer, had known it since the very first moment his eyes had landed on Miles. Within the merfolk, suncatchers weren’t inherited genetically; they were a blessing, a unique gift bestowed only upon couples who shared an otherworldly, profound bond.
“No, I’m not a suncatcher,” Miles whispered, his eyes now closed in blissful contentment.
“Then what are you?” Miles could feel Miguel’s smile curl, a silent warmth against his hair.
“Your Queen,” Miles yawned, the word a soft declaration. “Now, let your Queen nap.”
“Yes, your highness. Sleep. Your King and guppies will be here when you wake.”