CONTENT WARNINGS
For this story: Tentacles, noncon/dubcon, sexual acts, MPREG/omega verse
For this episode: Tentacles
Bay caught sight of the black-and-red fan tail slipping through the coral, the golden scales shimmering in the high-noon light so close to the surface of the water. With a sigh, he hefted his trident and slipped silently through the water, following his charge. As he ghosted over the coral, he glanced about quickly to catch sight of the elusive prince. As he did, his long, tied up blonde hair got in his eyes, and he quickly shoved back the blonde tail.
As soon as his vision was cleared, he glanced about—but the prince wasn’t in sight. Cursing to all the gods of the seas, Bay dove deeper, sliding through the warm water of the reef. His bright blue eyes darted about, hoping to catch a glimpse of the young prince.
His eyes alighted on a broken piece of coral laying in the soft sands just in front of an opening. A single glance inside had Bay grimacing. It looked a tight fit for his build—but it was just the right size for Muir to get away from him.
And there, just a few feet into the space, the light glittered off a few golden scales just starting to settle into the sand.
“Marco’s balls…” Bay muttered. Steeling himself, he pulled in his shoulders as tight as he could. With one hand, he held the trident close to himself. With the other, he pulled himself forward. His tail wriggled and squirmed as he pushed further into the tight tunnel. The warrior let out a hiss as a jutting rock scraped his shoulder, side, hip, and his side fin as he passed. Another rock scrapped at his stomach, removing scales from his soft underside.
Bay had to pause and take several breaths. The light from the surface had faded by this point, leaving him in a dark, tight space alone, with only the sound of his breathing and the tide to keep him company.
“Come on, ya gods damned coward…” Bay muttered to himself, reaching forward to pull himself along again. “Just… a little further…”
Even as he said that, his eyes glimpsed the first hints of an exit. Dim light gleamed several feet ahead, giving Bay a burst of energy as he squirmed and shimmied his way through the tunnel. With a puff of sand, rock dust, and orange-red scales, he squirmed free of the tunnel. A full-body shiver ran through him at the sudden chilly water and he curled instinctively.
Glancing around, his eyes finally spotted the gold scales and red-black tail fins of the prince as the merman circled around a strange, decrepit structure. The structure leaned against a rock wall, jutted up against the rock face as if that was all that kept the structure from falling. A glinting dome sat atop the half-buried ruin. Pieces of the stone had fallen away, revealing glimpses of the inside. This side of the tunnel, Bay noted, was devoid of coral and any life. That alone raised a red flag for the warrior.
Tightening his grip on his trident, he shot forward, reaching a hand out for the prince. Just before the prince slipped through an open archway, Bay managed to get his hand around his upper arm. With a yank and a flip of his tail, he dragged the headstrong prince away from the structure. Long, inky hair with red tips fanned out around Muir as he faced Bay, fierce black eyes staring down the other.
“Muir! Wait! We don’t know what’s in there!” Bay hissed, casting his voice low as he glanced around Muir at the structure. “And besides… this place feels unnatural. We shouldn’t be here.”
Muir snorted and shook his hand off, twisting away from Bay. He stuck out a tongue at his guard. “Ya know, you used to be fun. What’s got you so jumpy, huh? It’s just a land dweller house…”
Bay shook his head, drawing back from the structure even as Muir turned back to get closer. “Please, sire… it doesn’t feel right.”
“You sound like Gram,” Mui shot over his shoulder with a puff of his cheeks. “He never lets me do anything fun either. Seriously, Bay, what the hell happened to you? You were such fun before you joined the Guard.”
Bay’s spine straightened at that, his eyes widening. “I… I can still be fun…”
“Yeah? Sure. Prove it. Explore this place with me.”
Swallowing around the anxious lump in his throat, Bay relented and slowly followed the prince under the archway, into the confines of the unusual structure. Just like outside, no coral grew here. No barnacles encrusted the walls. No fish darted from their sight. No lichen lined the walls.
The water was deathly still as they swam slowly through the stone tunnels. At least the tunnels were larger than the other, but the dim light from outside barely reached the innards of this place. Only breaks in the ceiling where stones had fallen away gave any light.
Muir darted ahead, his golden scales flashing brightly even in the dim light. Not willing to let the prince go alone, Bay shot after him, trying to keep up. The prince’s smaller, slender frame was built for speed and zipped around corners without difficulty. By contrast, Bay had to slow around corners, or he’d ram his sides against the walls or sharp corners. With a grunt of effort, he managed to catch Muir—
Until Bay realized he’d stopped, purposefully, at the entrance of a large, open space. Filtered light from above drifted through the still water, shining on the strange centerpiece of the space. A strange stone slab with a tattered brown cloth sat at the center of the space, with smashed wood laying in piles all around the edges of the space. Other than the way they’d come in and a dark, yawning opening at the other end, there were no other exits.
Stone arches filled the space along with piles of broken stone and collapsed columns. Between the arches, piles of rotting wood and debris littered the stone and wood that covered the ground.
“Muir, we should go—” Bay hissed again, watching that opening with concern.
But the prince just shot his companion a grin and swam forward, avoiding the warrior’s restraining hand.
“Come on,” Muir teased with a grin, circling around the area. Curiosity ruled the prince as he dipped down to root through the rotted wood.
“Muir… please,” Bay groaned, his eyes darting from the opening to the prince as the golden-scaled mer slowly made his way towards the yawning mouth.
But the prince wasn’t listening. Something must have caught his eye because he hooted and darted forward to the pile of rotted wood just by the entrance of that blackness. He started pulling the wood apart, digging into the pile, until he held up a strange, shimmering mini-trident.
“Bay! Bay, I found one!” the prince proclaimed as he twisted, holding up the small thing for Bay’s inspection.
But his eyes were watching the darkness behind the prince. Something moved within the depths—
On instinct, Bay shot forward, a blur of red, orange, and blue, as he deftly put himself between the prince and the suddenly roiling darkness. The prince yelped as Bay brandished his trident and shoved Muir towards the way they’d come in.
“Go!” Bay shouted.
Huge, writhing, mottled gray tentacles suddenly exploded from the darkness, covering the open area in an instant—and blocking the way out with their mass.
Cursing, Bay twisted around to keep the prince close, only to see they’d been separated. A thick tentacle suddenly wrapped around Bay mid-tail, sliding over his side fins, and up towards his torso. Letting out several more curses, Bay jabbed down with the trident.
A surprised howl of pain sounded from the darkness and Bay smirked, raising the trident to jab down again. However, when he pulled the weapon down, it was suddenly snatched from above by another tentacle and tossed away, clattering loudly against the wall of the writhing space.
“Bay!” Muir’s shout whipped Bay’s head around, and he caught sight of the prince, trapped within the tight grip of a thick tentacle around his tail and another around his wrists.
“Muir! Stay calm!” Bay called, pushing on the tentacle around him as he tried to squirm out of its tightening grip.
The tentacles wrapping around Bay curled up his torso and held him tightly, moving with him as he squirmed and twisted. A second tentacle grabbed one of his arms, yanking it around his back before it wrapped around his other arm, and pulled that arm back until both of his arms were trapped just above his lower back by the strong appendage.
Suddenly the tentacled mass moved, drawing the two of them to the very center. Trapped within the tentacles and dragged through the water, the mers squirmed and thrashed. Chill stone met Bay’s back as the tentacles yanked them down onto the stone steeple in the center of the space.
Then, as if from the very depths of the ocean, a monstrous creature surged from the dark, yawning cavern. Long silver hair rippled around a pale face for a moment before the creature suddenly dropped to the floor. Gray talons skittered along the rotting floor as the creature sped forward, using the decayed wood, sand, and rock to propel itself. Hardened bristles lined the spine of the creature, vibrating after a moment and making a low hissing sound as the creature stopped in front of the stone steeple. The long, broad-shouldered, sickly pale torso ended in the writhing mass of mottled gray tentacles.
Large white eyes came into view, along with a wide mouth of shark-pointed teeth. The creature crawled up Muir’s tail first, those long talons ghosting over the prince’s golden scales. Paralyzed with wide eyes, the prince shuddered only once as he watched the creature.
Bay growled and twisted, then shouted, “Get off him! If you want something, take me! Let him go!”
White eyes snapped towards Bay as the creature whipped around. Licking its lips, the creature left Muir and drifted over to the warrior, even as Bay kept himself still.
The creature ghosted its talons along Bay’s torso, examining the curves and valleys as if curating a work of art. Finally, as if satisfied, the creature grinned broadly and shimmied up until it was even with Bay.
“I’ll stay if you let the prince go,” Bay ground out, doing his best not to provoke the creature more.
But the creature let out a giggle, their grin still too wide.
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