Ruc smiled in that strange way and took Luke's hand, leading it down to just below where a Human's thighs would be.
"There's an opening." Ruc explained. "Feel it?"
Luke shifted sideways to face him, eyes wide with fascination and rubbed his hands over the smooth scales.
There. His fingers found a dip and slid into a pouch only the tiniest bit warmer than the rest of Ruc's chilled flesh.
Luke hesitated, stroking the inside of the dent - the surfaces felt smooth and silky. Much more fragile than the rest of the Mer's firm skin.
"Go on." Ruc said. "You have no claws."
When the Human hesitated still, Ruc took his hand and pushed it in. Luke's fingers brushed something soft and curled. A member. He touched it gently and felt it stir.
"What do you call this?" He asked Ruc.
The Mer hissed out a few lilting sounds and smiled wryly at Luke's baffled look.
Luke felt suddenly self-conscious and tugged his chin down, hand hesitating.
"Why do you stop?" The Mer hissed.
"I'm...I'm nervous. I haven't done this before." The boy stumbled.
At Ruc's sibilant laugh, Luke blushed and amended. "I mean...with a Human."
Webbed fingers closed around his neck and tugged him close. He found his face pushed against that shimmering chest and heard a heartbeat, slower than a Human's, thrum steadily.
"You're safe. I'm not going to hurt you." Ruc said softly - making that trilling sound again and, this time, it was soothing.
Luke took a fortifying breath and his hand moved, once more, over that velvety flesh. It slowly hardened - growing in his hand - and he felt a ribbed surface brush against his palm. The organ thinned towards the middle and widened at the tip.
He rubbed the tip gently and felt a slight give against his fingertip.
The Merboy trilled again and the arm around Luke tightened.
"That feels good." Ruc hissed.
Luke slowly let his finger go deeper. He felt a sucking motion, almost as if the Merboy's dick was drawing him in. He stopped and listened to Ruc's response. The heartbeat against his ear had quickened and the flesh against his cheek might have warmed a fraction.
Ruc rubbed his arm in encouragement. "Keep going." The Mer breathed.
Luke carefully pumped his finger, feeling a cool liquid begin to coat the inside. Slowly he withdrew, repositioned his hand over the head, and let his middle finger slide in this time. He then rubbed around the head with the remaining four in gentle, rolling motions.
Ruc bucked violently against him and Luke yelped in surprise and made to withdraw.
"No!" The Mer clutched him close. "Keep doing it!"
Luke licked his lips nervously but continued. Ruc's dick was swelling larger and Luke felt his hand push out of the pouch.
He looked down in disbelief and saw Ruc's grey-blue shaft. It was smooth and glossy, so much larger than Luke's own. It looked nothing like a Human penis.
Luke's breathing quickened and he felt his own spent cock twitch.
Ruc was breathing heavily against him, alternating between coo's and trills. He pushed forward into Luke's fingers and the Human felt a rare swell of pride warm his insides.
He was giving Ruc this pleasure. He was doing something well.
Emboldened by the positive response he reached down with his free hand, curling his fingers around the rounded base and pushed firmly up, dragging his thumb along the ridges.
"Hraaa!" Ruc restlessly rubbed his hands over Luke's back and shoulders.
The Human heard a slap of waves as Ruc's tail thrashed. He rubbed his hand faster, pushing in deeper with his middle finger and firming his touch. Suddenly the Mer snarled and his claws dug into Luke's flesh.
Luke screamed as cool, bumpy fluid gushed over his fingers - like runny caviar.
Ruc immediately released him but clamped a hand around Luke's wrist and writhed -pumping his alien cock into Luke's fingers while the last of his cum gushed out.
Luke curled in on himself and dimly registered there was a lot more semen than he thought a Human could produce.
Finally the Merboy stilled, releasing Luke and the boy twisted away, whimpering. His back burned from the gashes.
"Luke." Ruc spoke softly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." A hand gently touched his hair.
"You said I was safe!" Luke sobbed out, feeling blood run down his sides.
"I know. Forgive me. It was an accident." His shirt was pushed up and he felt cool breath on his back and a cold tongue ran over his wounds.
"Ah!" The touch ached and soothed at the same time. "What are you doing?"
"I'm cleaning it. Trying to heal you. I don't know if it works with Humans." His rounded tongue continued lapping, cold hands petting the boy softly.
Luke's sobs slowly eased and he closed his eyes. Ruc's actions were bizarre but strangely calming.
He believed the Mer when he said it was an accident. He hadn't seemed coherent at the time. But from now on Luke would be wary of him in a situation like this.
Ruc's tongue slowed until he simply hugged the Human close.
"You didn't say you forgave me." The Mer whispered.
Luke stirred and flinched against the sting. He sighed thickly. "I forgive you. You didn't mean to."
Ruc's hands slid over to rest on Luke's belly. "No. I didn't." A kiss brushed against Luke's nape. He put a hand tentatively over Ruc's and, for a peaceful moment, they simply laid there.
"I have to go back in the water." The Mer finally whispered against Luke's neck. "I'm drying out."
He lifted the Human into a sitting position, mindful of his wounds and dived into the waves.
Luke had a brief moment of panic, thinking the Merboy meant to leave him there - but the sleek head appeared a moment later.
Yellow eyes flashed in the darkness as the Mer blinked water from his eyes and held up his slim arms.
Luke watched him a moment, then slid down the rock, into that cold embrace. He whimpered when the ocean stung his torn skin and Ruc trilled softly.
"The salt will do it good." The Mer assured him but Luke had to wonder if he was sure about that.
Ruc placed their lips together with a gentleness that hadn't been there before. The Mer explored Luke's mouth briefly with his tongue, before he pushed them beneath the surface.
Luke focused on his breathing and held Ruc close. This time, he curled his legs around the Mer's small waist and the position made him feel safer - locked in place.
The languid movements of the tail made for a pleasant, rubbing motion against Luke's crotch and the sensual sensation relaxed him.
They arrived at the familiar dock and Ruc pushed him gently toward the ladder.
"I'll be seeing you tomorrow night." The Mer stated and flashed him a grin before slipping beneath the waves.
Luke struggled up the ladder. His back and shoulder ached. He was ice-cold and almost as exhausted as he had been the previous morning.
He stumbled back to the inn. Stared despairingly at the drain pipe and spent half an hour struggling up the wall to his window - where he promptly threw his wet clothes over the chair and slept.
"Up you get!" A fist banged on his door and Luke sat bolt upright. His eyes stung from lack of sleep and he breathed heavily through his nose, like a baby interrupted from a nap.
Betsy pushed his door open and gave him a doubtful once-over.
"You sure you're ready for this?" Her brown hair was pushed into a high ponytail and she wore a simple grey dress.
Luke nodded blearily and reeled out of bed.
"I can do it. I can do it." He mumbled and reached for his shirt.
In his muddled state he had forgotten he was naked and Betsy's mouth fell open.
"I'll just...uh." She fumbled to close the door, then froze. "Why didn't you say your back was torn?!" She rushed into his room, kicking the door closed with her heel.
Luke found himself pushed onto his stomach. Betsy threw the covers up to his waist and sat to inspect his back. She traced the cuts carefully and Luke found his eyes falling closed again.
"It's not as bad as it looks." She muttered. "Wait here."
Luke heard her quick steps followed by the creak of his door. He must have slept, because the next thing he knew she was shaking his arm and dabbing his wounds.
The girl then wrapped his waist twice and re-did the bandage on his shoulder. She examined the last critically.
"Did you get this wet?" Betsy demanded.
Luke mumbled something incoherent and she huffed out a breath.
"Just get dressed and hurry downstairs. If Jane misses you, you're gonna be on the streets tonight."
Her words had Luke jumping up, the sheet falling from his waist. Betsy squealed and ran out.
He was too stressed to blush as he pulled on his clothes. The shirt was thankfully dark and the bloodstains seemed to have washed out in the ocean.
He ripped the door open and half ran, half tripped down the stairs, tucking in his too big pants. They were still damp but hopefully no one would notice.
Marge looked up as he arrived. "The prince is finally awake." She snorted at him and snapped her fingers. "Get chopping."
She pointed at a large pile of onions and Luke got to work. Soon his eyes were running from the fresh onions chemicals and his fingers were fumbling from the speed.
He forced himself to slow down or he'd lose a finger. A couple more hours in Marge called a halt.
"Sit." She was a woman of few words and Luke obediently sat at the kitchen table. She placed milk, porridge and an apple in front of him. "Eat."
Luke fell on his meal. The porridge was sweetened with honey and the apple was fresh. It was delicious.
"Good boy." Marge watched him with a wry smile and refilled his glass when he'd downed his milk. "Drink that too and do the dishes."
Luke gulped down the milk and brought his dishes to the sink. It was already piled high with cookware and he sorted them into piles and filled up the basin.
He worked meticulously, ignoring the chatter around him and focused only on staying awake. The hot water stung his hands but the repetitive work was soothing.
Soon he had finished the pile and dried everything with a dish towel. He hesitated when it came to placing everything back on the numerous shelves.
Fred stepped up, his hair was red and wild, nose just a tad too big for his face. The older boy smiled and patiently pointed out each items place. Luke smiled back gratefully and focused on memorising the placements.
The day continued on with chopping, washing, tidying and repeat. At what he supposed was noon Marge sat him at the table with a serving of lunch meats, and fresh bread with more milk.
He hadn't eaten this well in months and his stomach felt pleasantly full as he worked.
As evening neared he found his head drooping on his shoulders and Fred squeezed his arm.
"Here." He pushed a pint into the boy's hands. "Yer've earned it." Fred was maybe a few years older than Luke and he winked and ruffled the younger boy's hair.
Luke smiled tiredly in return and sipped the ale. It was both sweet and bitter. It foamed pleasantly and Luke was quickly stumbling through the rest of his chores.
"Fred!" Marge bellowed, catching Luke by the arm. "It's his first day and yer already got the boy drunk on the job?"
Luke's ears flamed and he cast an apologetic look Fred's way.
The older boy grinned. "C'mon Marge, he barely survived yesterday! And yer working him like cattle. I thought the boy needed a treat is all."
Marge snorted and pushed Luke towards the stairs. "Sleep it off lad." She snapped. "I'll see yer in the morning."
Luke glanced back worriedly and Fred sent him a wink. Marge glared and Luke raced up the stairs. Just before his door closed he heard her yell, "Just because yer mam owns this place, doesn't mean..."
He firmly shut the door and fumbled to undress. He wiggled into the scratchy sheets - mind pleasantly hazy from the ale and he was out like a light.
It happened the same way as the night before. A feeling of vertigo and the floor sliding out from under him.
Luke's eyes opened and he gulped as the ceiling spun. A promise.
He sat up, wincing as the bandages pulled at his still healing back and slipped on his clothes.
He pushed the window further open, shimmied down the pipe and ran towards the dock. Just before he reached the pier he heard gruff voices from an alleyway.
One of them was saying, "Devils they are. Sea devils. Had to close business early this year..."
Luke slowed and strained to listen, but the voices were fading. He had the uneasy suspicion that the man had referred to Merfolk.
He was accustomed to this kind of talk. Even used to partake in it. But now that he knew Ruc his views had changed.
He moved down the pier and searched the waters intently.
"Ruc?" He called in a hushed voice. "Ruc? I'm here."
His eyes moved back and forth and suddenly two yellow specks appeared in the black water.
He watched, hypnotized, as they paused beneath him.
Sea devils.
He could see where the idea came from. Looking into those yellow orbs he felt all the hairs raise on his body. They were predatory. Other.
He set his jaw and, in defiance of those thoughts, ran two steps and leapt.
White fangs flashed just moments before he hit the icy water and Luke's heart hammered.
What if this wasn't Ruc? What if he'd foolishly jumped to his death for an unknown Merfolk?
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