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When Mydei applied to be a mer-hybrid caretaker, he thought it would be an easy job. Or at least, that’s what it looked like on paper.
The description was simple: Overnight shifts watching injured hybrids until their recovery. The pay was good too; more than any entry level job out there.
His interview indicated it’s a simple job as well.
A researcher Intellitron named Screwllum has explained that all Mydei has to do is watch a few merfolks throughout the night— checking on them hourly, feeding them if they demand so, and waking up the researcher on call in the case any of them show any pain or discomfort. For the rest of the hour, he’s free to do as he wishes.
Easy, right?
So why, again, was the babysitting the rehab facility's newest and most dangerous acquisition, an octopus hybrid named Phainon?
Right, because the injured creature had somehow pried open a reinforced tank lid three nights ago and nearly escaped into the drainage system. Since that night, the head researcher has decided the octopus needs constant supervision, moving Mydei from a very comfortable position of studying most of the night to dealing with a fussy, insufferable hybrid who hates his guts for reporting his escaping attempt.
“This crab is not fresh enough. Give me a better one.” A very living crab lands next to Mydei’s foot, scurrying away in a futile attempt to escape its destiny as someone’s meal.
Mydei leans against the railing that overlooks the deep pool, sighing. It’s been like that for days now. “It’s still alive. You don’t get anything fresher than that.”
“Fetch me one from the shore outside.”
“I don't take orders from you.”
“Then I'm not eating.” For all its attractiveness, and the hybrid is objectively attractive— Mydei has eyes— Phainon’s personality is a turn off.
Sure, his snow-white hair looks impossibly fluffy when it’s not wet, framing a sharp jaw and a handsome face. And his bright blue eyes are pretty too, when not glaring at him.
“Be my guest and starve.” That earns Mydei another glare. Phainon folds his toned arms over his bare chest, bringing Mydei’s attention to the golden line that curves across Phainon’s collarbones like an elegant necklace.
Attractive, like he said.
But none of those features can overwrite how insufferable he is.
“Feed me then.”
“What are you, a baby?”
Phainon clutches his chest dramatically. “An injured baby in great pain.”
“Guess I should call the researcher then,” Mydei replies, “heard you really like those painkiller shots.”
“Don’t you dare.” Phainon swims closer, leaning against the edge of the pool right by Mydei’s leg. A tentacle rises smoothly, sneaking along Mydei’s shoe.
He steps away. “I should be saying that. Move that tentacle away, or you’ll be starving for real.”
He’s not in the mood for healing more bruises, the ones from the night prior still stinging around his ankle. Mydei can only guess that’s the creature’s way of annoying him, or getting back at him for preventing his escape.
Every feeding session, he ends up with fresh suction marks blooming on his calves or thighs, possessive bruises left by tentacles that lash out the moment Mydei steps close enough to the pool’s edge. That’s if he is lucky enough not to get a jet of ink on his shoes or uniform. In fact, he’s positive that if not for the railing at the edge of the deeper side of the pool, he’d be pulled into the water and devoured alive.
Heat creeps up the back of Mydei’s neck. He should not be thinking of Phainon pulling him into the waters he’s terrified of, and he definitely should not be thinking of Phainon using his tentacles to devour him in a completely different, inappropriate way.
Curse Phainon for checking every single box of his physical preferences in men.
He ignores the pathetic throb of his cunt, grabbing the crab out of the bucket again. “Willing to behave now?”
Phainon’s eyes narrow, bright pools of blue like the ocean he lived in, and he nods once, lifting his upper body a little higher out of the pool, water streaming down the defined lines of his abdomen.
Two tentacles emerge from the water. One takes the crab, the other curls around Mydei’s wrist, firm enough to hold him in place without leaving a mark, or so he hopes. The suction cups pulse lightly against his skin —smelling? tasting? He remembers reading about it on his first night babysitting Phainon— sending a faint shiver up his arm.
“You're aroused.”
What the actual fuck? Mydei does not want to know how the octopus can tell so much simply by touching a pulse point, too baffled by the statement.
He pulls his arm away in a sudden jerk. “What is your problem?” His pussy throbs once more as the suction cups pulse on his inner wrist before withdrawing, briefly wondering if they would pulse the same plastered to his clit. Would one be enough to cover the sensitive bud when it stands aroused, no different than a small cock, or would he need more than one tentacle, alternating the suction to drive Mydei crazy.
He shakes his head again, harder. What, for the love of the titans, is he thinking? It’s not like him to fantasize about such things.
“It sounds like it's your problem a lot more than mine. I’ll be a gentleman and turn around.” The octopus smirks, the same tentacle resurfacing above the water, wiggling suggestively. The bastard. “Unless you want me to watch. If you ask nicely I might even join.”
Mydei tosses another crab into the water. “Fuck you.”
“Maybe if you ask nicely,” Phainon ignores the meal in favor of leaning casually against the pool’s edge, eyes locked on the small gap between Mydei’s thigh and his shorts.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Something changes after that.
Like a switch that has been flipped, the sea creature changes from fussy and hostile to fussy and… Clingy?
Mydei can’t tell if he likes the new Phainon or not. He can stand the bickering and isn't fazed by the bratty behavior. But Phainon's smile on the other hand? Accompanied by the absolute filth leaving his mouth as he rests his head on the pool’s edge and watches him study?
Those are impossible to deal with.
Mydei is one, “I can breed you nice and full, all you have to do is ask,” away from pulling the octopus hybrid out from the water and ripping his tentacles off, or kissing Phainon until he shuts up. The latter becoming more and more appealing the longer he spends time in his company.
“What are you doing now?” Speaking of the devil, or creature, Phainon’s voice interrupts him for the fifth time since he arrived at his shift.
“Studying for upcoming exams.”
“What's that?”
A loud sigh leaves Mydei’s lips. He tries his best to explain the concept of education to the hybrid, but all he gets in return is a puzzled look. Perhaps things like that are beyond the understanding capabilities of a sea creature.
“That sounds boring. Get me some food instead.”
Mydei’s eyes narrow. “Are you really hungry or do you want attention?”
“Both!” Phainon nods enthusiastically.
This is exactly what he's been talking about. Clingy.
He makes a quick trip to the fridge— refilling the bucket with fresh crabs and clams, and crouches near the corner, where the railing ends in favor of a set of stairs, and the water is shallow enough for him not to be too scared of it.
Phainon crawls toward him, water barely reaching his waist as he sits on the first step with a content smile, waiting.
“Here,” feeling no malicious intent from the octopus, Mydei extends a clam toward him. A dark blue tentacle rises instead of Phainon’s human hand, wrapping around his forearm with deliberate care. The suction cups at the bottom of the wet appendage press and release on his skin in a slow rhythm, as if tasting him rather than his actual food.
Mydei’s breath hitches. He tells himself it is just the Phainon testing boundaries again. Nothing more.
But his body disagrees.
Heat pools low in his stomach. His clit swells, twitching against damp fabric with every lazy pulse of the suction cups on his forearm. A full-body shiver follows as filthy images flood his mind — those same tentacles forcing his thighs apart for a third one...
Would it feel better than a cock? Mydei has no experience under his belt to tell, but he’s no prude, and based on the videos he sometimes watches, dicks should feel really good.
And Phainon’s tentacles look thicker, so surely…
Mydei’s pussy clenches on nothing at the thought, slick slowly dampening his underwear, suddenly very aware of the predatory look on Phainon’s face.
The Octopus’s pupils are blown wide, tentacle no longer dark but changing its color to a softer shade as it’s tightening around his wrist. Another one surfaces from the water, sneaking past his knee and latching itself to Mydei’s thigh.
“You’re aroused again.” It’s a whisper, dark and hungry.
Mydei bites the inside of his cheek to suppress a moan, heart pulsing in his throat. His pussy clenches again, desperate to be filled. The mere fantasy of being spread open on one of those powerful tentacles enough to leave him dizzy.
He gets up so fast he almost stumbles back to the floor, spending the rest of the night watching Phainon through the monitor in the empty control room.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Mydei sits on a small cushion by the shallow edge of the pool two days later, bucket of fish nearly empty in his hands. He had been playing it cool, like an accident from days prior does not matter, offering the last clam with a steady hand. “There, last piece unless you’re still hungry.”
“I am,” Phainon takes it, the clam disappearing underwater, and another tentacle rises instead. It moves quickly, sneaking under the gap of Mydei’s uniform shorts before he can react. The cool, slick tip brushes the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, suction cups pulsing gently as they taste his skin. Mydei can see the moment the hybrid’s pupils dilate. “But for something else.”
“Stop it.”
“What, I'm horny,” Phainon says, so matter-of-fact, like he's talking about the water temperature or something, but there is another undertone there, one Mydei can't fully name. “And since I can taste that you're getting turned on… We should fuck.”
Mydei freezes. For what feels like an eternity, there is only the sound of shallow breathing between them, unless you count the frantic beating of Mydei’s heart, or the pulse of his pussy; because his body knows no shame apparently— proving Phainon's statement.
“Stupid octopus and his lack of shame.”
And while he did come to terms with the fact he is physically attracted to the white-haired hybrid, tentacles or not, having Phainon know that is a very different thing…
“That’s not a part of my job, masturbate or something.”
Perhaps it’s the wrong answer, because instead of talking back Phainon furrows his brows in concentration, the suction cups along Mydei’s wrist flare and lock harder to his skin— hard enough to bruise, and the next second the world flips upside down and Mydei feels something wet and solid alike pressing to his back.
Phainon.
He doesn’t like water, doesn’t like it even if it’s shallow enough for him to stand in, but the hybrid is holding him so securely it’s not as scary anymore, and with the fear tucked aside, he is suddenly very aware of their proximity. And of Phainon’s hungry gaze burning at his nape.
The white-haired octopus guides him to sit on the middle step, legs left dangling underwater and uniform soaked through.
“What was that for?” Mydei grumbles, shivering as the cold cloth clings to him uncomfortably.
Phainon only smiles at him. The same tentacle that was on his inner thigh slides higher, tip brushing against the wet lace of his underwear. “Do you not want me?”
“That’s not the point.”
“Is that because we are not the same species?”
“That’s not the point either.”
Phainon’s shoulders sag, “It’s exhausting talking to you sometimes, Mydeimos,” he sighs. “What is it with humans and being so difficult?”
“I’m not being difficult.” Mydei refuses to admit how badly he wants him.
“Oh really?” The tip of the tentacle slides past his panties as if to prove a point, cool and smooth between his folds, suction cups extremely gentle as Phainon tastes the slick arousal, tip flicking at his pussy like a curious tongue. “So is that not your desire for me leaking out of your slit?”
A broken whine escapes Mydei’s throat, hips twitching involuntarily. “Phainon—”
Titans strike him. It feels so good already, and it’s barely anything.
“Still going to deny it?” Phainon muses, sounding far too pleased with himself. He leans closer, soft lips whispering against his pulse point. “Even if I tell you that your aroused taste has been driving me insane, Mydeimos.”
“I’m not. Fuck—” Mydei’s protest dies on his tongue as the tentacle prodding between his legs teases his entrance when he tries closing his legs. Fuck indeed. He is undeniably turned on, body betraying him completely. His clit pulses, straining and aching for more direct attention, and more slick coats the tentacle that is lazily licking into him.
The rational part of him screams that this is insane, crossing every boundary, risking his job, and possibly his safety. Phainon is not a human. But at the same time, the danger is thrilling. So thrilling Mydei can no longer deny his need.
And while those kinds of activities aren't part of the job's description, it is his job to take care of the hybrid…
With his rationality losing spectacularly, he folds his arms tightly over his chest, trying to salvage some dignity even as his voice comes out breathless and huffy. “Fine. Do whatever you want.”
Phainon’s smile widens, sharp and triumphant, eyes flashing with pure satisfaction the instant the words leave Mydei’s mouth. “Whatever I want,” he echoes, “Careful what you offer a creature like me.”
For a second, a part of him wants to call it off, shove Phainon away and run, but the rest of him is aching to be filled, to finally know what it feels like to be ruined by something so much stronger than him.
If anyone knew how badly he wants it he would undoubtedly be labeled a freak.
Before Mydei make up his mind, two thick tentacles surge up from the water, sneaking under his soaked shirt and making the decision for him. He won’t be able to escape even if he wanted to now.
It tickles at first, the slick things crawling up his stomach, and he cannot help but try to squirm away from the feeling. A laugh rips out from his chest as the tentacles brush his ribs— turning into a broken moan the second they reach their destination, two large suction cups sealing around his nipples.
The sudden tug force Mydei to look away from the handsome face that is studying him, biting his lower lip to suppress any further sounds. His hands grip the stone stair as the cups begin to pulse in a traitorously slow rhythm. Each contraction tugs his nipples so good, sending sparks of pleasure straight down to his already throbbing pussy.
“You’re too tense, do you not like it?”
Of course he would be tense. He never felt anything like that. His only experience so far had been his own hands, and tugging his own nipples doesn’t feel remotely as good as having them practically sucked.
“It feels… Good.” Mydei admits.
Satisfied, Phainon shifts his focus back to the tentacle between his legs, pressing it flat on Mydei’s cunt, right over his engorged clit, testing for Mydei’s reactions as he alternates between lighter and harsher suctions.
This is way better than he imagined, the pressure alone almost enough to make Mydei scream, biting his lower lip so hard he can feel the iron tang on his tongue.
“Too much?” A human hand cups his jaw as the octopus leans closer, pressing a soothing kiss to his lips, tongue darting to lick them before slipping inside Mydei’s mouth, exploring curiously, while the suctioning around his clit and nipples continues driving Mydei mad with each suck.
His hips jerk, thighs squeezing together. He can’t tell if he wants more of the intense pleasure or to shy away from it, feeling the tell-tale twist in his stomach build with alarming speed. Under normal circumstances, Mydei would've been embarrassed by how quickly he’s about to cum, but it’s his first time, and the attractive merfolk who keeps licking his mouth and swallowing his moans clearly knows what he’s doing.
“Phainon,” he bites down another whimper, “I’m—”
“I know.” The octopus nibbles down his neck, teeth grazing the red tattoo peeking from under the shirt’s neckline. He intensifies the suction, the cup on his clit begins to nurse the sensitive bud with longer pulls, harder and harder until his vision starts to spark at the edges.
“Phainon. Don’t stop… Fuck.”
Mydei’s hips lift out of the water completely, thighs trembling and body convulsing as his orgasm crashes over him. He can feel more slick leaking out of him, can hear Phainon's delighted growl as he undoubtedly savors the taste of his release, and something about it makes his already sensitive pussy flutter uselessly.
It feels so good that Mydei barely registers how quickly the white-hot pleasure turns into overstimulation until it burns, too much and too sharp. He tries to twist away from overwhelming stimulation, legs kicking weakly in the water, but more tentacles rise to keep his thighs pliant and open.
“Stop—”
Phainon keeps playing with his spent pussy.
“Phainon!” Mydei manages to kick his shoulder, hard.
The octopus snaps from out of his trance, removing the tentacle apologetically. “Ah, my bad. You were too pretty like this I couldn’t stop looking.”
“Pervert.” There’s no real bite to it, if anything the admission makes Mydei clench, needing something in him.
Phainon doesn’t seem bothered by the accusation, in fact, once Mydei looks at the hybrid, he seems more bothered by the fact that his cunt is still covered.
“Why you humans wear so much?” It’s not really a question, not when Phainon tugs off Mydei’s shorts and panties away with ease, pupils dilating at the sighs of the pussy, dripping and throbbing for attention.
And Mydei follows Phainon’s gaze, past the two tentacles still under his shirt, to his spread thighs, eyes widening in surprise. Titans above, his clit is the hardest he has ever seen, harder than he ever got when touching himself. It stands proud, twitching weakly, like it’s begging for more now that the overstimulation has subsided.
Reaching down between his legs, Mydei tips his head back with a deep moan as his fingers trace along his folds, smearing the wetness on his large clit.
The very same moan morphing into a low whine as a cool tentacle slaps the hand away right as he is about to stroke himself.
“I’m still here you know.” Phainon pouts, looking nothing like the dangerous creature he is and more like a sulking puppy.
Mydei glares at the octopus, a challenge. “Then get on with it.”
That does the job.
The octopus holds his hips above the water, the tentacles on his chest resume their suckling as he leans closer, and closer, until his face is right between Mydei’s legs, breath hot on his pussy.
An outright animalistic sound leaves the hybrid’s throat as his tongue laps at the slick folds, and higher, until he reaches Mydei’s clit. Phainon’s nose buries in the blond bush, breathing him in, and he starts sucking.
“Phai–!” Mydei’s legs attempt to close on instinct, constricting against the appendages holding him open. Titans above, Phainon’s mouth is so hot compared to the cool tentacle, and while the pressure is not the same; the drag of tongue is just as divine.
He makes the mistake of looking down at the hybrid, feeling his cunt leak further at the outright obscene expression on the white-haired creature’s face. Phainon’s eyes are half-lidded and hazy, cheeks glistening where they rubbed his folds earlier. He looks just as wrecked from eating Mydei out.
That knowledge is enough to make Mydei feel another orgasm build low in his stomach.
As if sensing his approaching orgasm, a tentacle prods gently at his entrance, sliding through his slick folds like a curious tongue tasting him from the inside, adding to the maddening symphony of pleasure.
Mydei’s eyes screw shut, mouth opening in a silent scream as his body draws taut like a bowstring. Gush after gush of slick liquid sprays out of cunt, soaking Phainon’s face. His vision whites out completely, body jerking, tears streaming down his cheeks.
It’s nothing he ever felt before, so intense his body sags moments later, boneless.
His nipples are pulsating under the suction, clit fluttering helplessly, hole spasming around the tentacle tip, and yet, Phainon doesn’t stop sucking him through it.
The octopus pulls away for just a second, slicking his now wet hair out of his face— it should not be this hot— and gets back to action; tongue alternating between lapping the mess leaking around his own tentacle and flicking his tongue at his too sensitive clit until Mydei is gasping, another wave of tears staining his cheeks.
“Too hard,” he manages, hoarse and wrecked and weak. “Phainon, stop, I just came!”
“But you’re so pretty when you cry and beg.” Phainon’s bright eyes are dark with adoration and hunger alike, but he pulls away as requested, granting Mydei a short-lived mercy as he replaces his mouth with a tentacle, the barely-there suction keeping him on the cruel edge of overstimulation. “Cum for me again, one more and I'll give you what we both want.”
Even if he wanted to say no, Mydei is in no state to resist, completely at the hybrid’s mercy as the tentacle working his clit picks up its pulse. It feels like he’s walking a tightrope between euphoria and pain, and he no longer cares on which side of the scales he falls to. Everything feels too good on his abused cunt.
He’s willing to do anything to finally feel his cunt stretch around Phainon, feel the creature pump his seed deep in him until he’s too full to breathe.
The thought alone is enough to tear another weak orgasm out of him, pussy clenching on the tip prodding inside him as more slick gushes out, a much weaker stream this time, but just as intense in the pleasure it wracks through his body.
Mydei’s chest heaves, it’s too much.
“Phainon…. fuck—stop, I can’t! Please—” He is sobbing between words, body hypersensitive, convulsing wildly in Phainon’s hold, every nerve screaming from the endless stimulation.
“So good, you’re so good, perfect for me,” Mydei is so overstimulated he can barely think, unable to tell if it’s Phainon speaking or if he’s imagining it, but he basks under the praise regardless, letting out weak cries with every light pulse around his clit. His fingers would no longer be able to satisfy him after tonight.
Yet, he still wants more. He needs Phainon inside him or else he might actually lose his mind. “Please…”
“What is it?” Phainon’s voice is so gentle, a complete difference from his earlier cockiness.
“Fuck me already.”
“Finally admitting you want me?” The octopus muses.
That’s not the answer he wants to hear. “No. I’m telling you to finish what you started.”
“But you look so pretty when you cry for me to stop… Let me make you cum one more time first.”
Mydei growls, frustrated. “I swear to every titan out there, if you don’t put your dick, or tentacle, or whatever you use to fuck with inside me, I’ll rip one of your tentacles and fuck myself with it.”
“Hot.” A whimper leaves Phainon’s lips, the suction cups on his cunt tug hard, eliciting a broken moan from Mydei. “But I don’t think the researchers would be happy with it.”
“I don’t care.”
He’s past caring, really. He’d do anything as long as it stops the insufferable bastard from toying with him further and fuck him already like he promised.
“So impatient,” Phainon’s eyes burn with lust, but finally, finally, Mydei can see another tentacle emerge from the shallow water, pure white and slightly different in shape; its tip thicker than the others as it trails up his thigh, leaving a slick trail in its wake.
“Do you humans need any preparation?”
Mydei grabs one of the tentacles still latched to his chest, giving it a harsh squeeze. “Stop stalling.”
“I'm trying to be what your people call a gentleman.”
The last thing he wants right now is chivalrous acts - they passed that point three orgasms ago.
“And I'm telling you to fuck me.”
“Okay, okay. Sheesh.” Phainon pulls Mydei’s hips a little closer, nudging the tip against his entrance, and at fucking last, the tentacle pushes inside him in one sharp thrust.
Mydei’s back arches violently. He’s so full no amount of foreplay or orgasms could have prepared him for the thickness of the tentacle, stretching him so perfectly like Mydei was made for it, made for Phainon. A quiet cry echoes in the empty room as Phainon’s tentacle pulses inside him, and the sheer fullness, combined with the overwhelming sensitivity from everything they have done so far, tips him over the edge one more time.
A fourth, weak orgasm rips through him, cunt clenching hard around the invading tentacle as slick leaks out of his entrance. His clit throbs numbly, pulsing with aftershocks under the unmoving suction cup, sending sparks all the way to his toes.
He is drained, body limp and trembling, yet still fluttering helplessly around the thick length buried deep inside him.
“Fuck, you never stop surprising me, Mydei,” Phainon grits, pulling him closer until they are pressed chest to chest, burying his head in Mydei’s strawberry-blond strands, licking and nibbling every piece of skin his mouth can reach.
The tentacle inside Mydei begins to move seconds later, slow at first, then faster, like Mydei is nothing more than a toy for him to reach his own climax. The thought of being used by Phainon is more exciting than it should probably be.
“So tight… so perfect for me, going breed you so full of my seed,” Phainon murmurs, his own pleasure evident in the way his muscles tense, and his breathing grows heavier.
He'd like that, being filled by Phainon's cum.
He braces himself for it, head resting on the octopus’s shoulder. The tentacle fucks him with increasing speed, frantic and desperate with each passing minute, the suction cups loose and catch on his walls with every drag like ridges.
And then he stills, head thrown back with a loud moan, and the tentacle starts pulsing violently as gush after gush of thick, hot semen floods Mydei’s cunt. The first spurt makes his eyes roll back; the second has him whimpering helplessly.
Phainon keeps thrusting the tentacle shallowly, riding out his orgasm and filling Mydei beyond capacity until cum starts leaking around the appendage, dripping and mixing with the clear water of the pool.
Mydei chokes on another cry, barely able to breathe through the overwhelming fullness. His body goes completely limp as he takes and takes and takes, cunt pulsing around the tentacle that remains buried inside him. He can’t tell where Phainon ends and he begins, or who is cumming; him or Phainon?
“Still with me?” Phainon’s palm cradles his cheek, thumb wiping the drying tears away and coaxing Mydei to open his eyes.
He nods weakly, his own eyes half lidded as he takes in the sheer adoration in Phainon’s gaze.
The octopus smiles, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his lips, then his cheeks, and lastly his nose. “You were perfect, mate, rest now.”
Mydei doesn't have the energy to stay awake even if he wanted to, fucked out better than he imagined in his widest fantasies, mind floating in a hazy, exhausted bliss.
In his fading consciousness, he can feel Phainon pulling out of him carefully, whining at the loss of the fullness and Phainon’s seed spilling out of his ruined pussy. He feels Phainon’s tentacles tug his underwear and pants back on, and his body being carried out of the water to the dry edge of the pool, the cushion Mydei had used when crouching by the pool placed under his head.
The last thing he feels before drifting is the protective hold of Phainon’s tentacles around his hip and the soft brush of lips against his forehead.
He can only hope the Octopus will wake him up before his shift is up.