CONTENT WARNING: Tentacles, noncon/dubcon, sexual acts, MPREG/omega verse
A cry from the prince drew Bay’s immediate attention. He’d been so focused on what the creature was doing to him, he hadn’t noticed the prince’s plight—
Smaller tendrils of gray, ones Bay hadn’t noticed before, crawled all over the shuddering, squirming Muir. They poked and teased at his chest, at his tail, at his side fins. Several were teasing at his belly slit, even drawing out the prince’s cock. Two tendrils slipped past the prince’s open mouth, sliding along his tongue and down his throat. Even muffled, the prince elicited moans and cries.
Heat flooded Bay’s cheeks as his jaw dropped open—and heat pooled in his middle.
The creature suddenly nuzzled at Bay’s neck, jolting him out of his shock. That was when he noticed the smaller tendrils had wrapped up his own tail and were heading towards his torso and slit. With a shout, Bay struggled in the thick tentacles’ grip, but the powerful flesh did not budge.
The small tendrils had some sort of slime on them that clung to the skin and scales, rubbing over the sensitive flesh of his chest. Bay shuddered and hissed, trying to pull back, but the tendrils stuck to him like seaweed. Tendrils pinched, rolled, and squeezed his nipples, dragging a deep groan from the merman.
Still at his neck, the creature nibbled its way up to Bay’s webbed, fin-like ears. Sharp teeth gentled against the sensitive spines and Bay let out a yelp.
Instead of tendrils sliding into his slit, the creature’s talons dug between his sensitive flesh, rooting around with little care. Bay winced at the pain and tried to hold back the breathy moan when the creature took his cock in its taloned hand.
A strange, burbling purr rumbled through the huge creature as it caressed his cock. Then, leaning back in the water, it produced its own cock—something twice as large as the merman’s own, thick and ribbed, with a huge black bulbous head.
Bay let out a squeak of panic, writhing back from the creature, though he did not get far with the massive tentacles holding him in place.
The tentacles moved the mermen until they were pulled and draped over the strange rock steeple-like sacrifices to this creature. Their engorged cocks stood at attention, shuddering under the ministrations of the small tendrils. The creature loomed over them, its talons running over the tips of the presented cocks.
Tendrils slipped past their cocks, rubbing on the insides of the mermen, making the two squirm and cry out. Then the creature suddenly grabbed both cocks, squeezing and rubbing.
Bay arched his back and let out a loud groan, the strange pleasure starting to fog his brain. Muir already seemed lost in the pleasure, his eyes glazed over and hips bucking into the creature’s hand. With each stroke of their cocks, the mermen cried out and writhed on the stone, held fast by the huge tentacles.
It wasn’t long before two clouds of misty white bloomed from the two mermen. The prince arched and twisted, crying out, his eyes wide as his entire form shuddered with release. Bay tried to contain his climax, not wanting to give the creature the satisfaction, but the combined sensations overpowered his will. The warrior’s body contracted and he keened, his head twisting away from the sight even as his eyes scrunched shut.
With his body slumped and his breath coming in quick gasps, Bay slowly opened his eyes, bright blue easily finding the strange creature over him.
That huge cock poked at his slit—at his entrance—and suddenly shoved inside. A shout of pain launched from Bay’s throat, and he convulsed. The creature’s cum-dusted talons ran through the warrior’s blonde hair, tugging the long strands free of their bondage, and pulling Bay’s hair. The creature rammed into him, thrusting up into his cavity, up into his belly, stretching the definition of what should fit.
The merman could barely react to each thrust as the creature pounded into his hole, rough and fast. The pain scarcely had time to turn to pleasure before the tentacled creature overfilled his belly with sperm.
Bay shuddered and gasped as the creature nuzzled into his neck, those sharp teeth ghosting over his too-fragile flesh. After a moment longer, the creature pulled back, a long tongue licking over his chest and nipples. Another shudder ran through the warrior’s expended body, and he could barely gasp out a groan.
Finally, the creature withdrew its cock—an audible, wet squelch as it popped free. The creature moved away from Bay and the warrior had a sinking feeling. He turned just in time to see the creature licking at Muir’s slit, that long tongue poking at the prince’s opening.
Quick, panting breaths came from the slender prince as the creature prodded his opening with both tongue and talon. Muir’s drooping cockhead peaked from the slit, but the creature ignored it.
“N-no…!” Bay managed to gasp, trying to muster at least a little bit of energy to protect his prince.
But the creature held him fast, keeping him right where it wanted him—wanted them both.
The creature crawled its way up the prince, rubbing its already engorged cock against the golden scales. The prince shuddered and moaned, half-lidded eyes practically inviting the thing to do as it wished.
It didn’t need another invitation.
Unlike with the warrior, the creature slid slowly into the prince, almost lovingly, as it thrust each inch slowly into the waiting slit. The prince let out a pleasured moan, the tentacles gone from his mouth now.
“A-ah… y-yes-! Mnnn… d-deep… deeper!” the prince cried out, his hips thrusting up to meet the creature.
Red matching his scales colored Bay’s cheeks as his blue eyes widened, watching the display. The creature only quickened its pace when the prince begged for it, only thrust harder when the prince cried out for it. Even from his vantage point, Bay could see the prince’s stomach distend with the size of the creature’s cock and—
And he couldn’t deny the show hardened his cock again.
As if knowing Bay’s needs and desires, the small tendrils appeared again, wrapping around his cock and diving into his slit, sliding over his chest and sides. The thick tendrils twisted him, making sure Bay saw the full, flushed display of his prince and the creature.
He came as the creature did, spilling his seed into the waters. The prince’s stomach thickened as the creature pumped its sperm into Muir. Lovingly, the creature nuzzled at the prince’s neck before extracting its cock with a loud squelch.
Shuddering at the sound, remembering just how that felt, Bay let out a little whimper of need. The creature’s tentacles dragged the warrior over to the prince, within reach for the creature to nuzzle into Bay’s neck, its talons running over his sperm-soaked slit and swollen stomach.
Bay let out another needy whimper at the attention, his head falling to the side against the steeple. His eyes met the prince’s hazy, glassed over vision.
That became secondary as the creature’s huge cock slid into Bay’s slit. A sense of drowning wrapped around him—such a strange feeling for a merman—and he had no sense of the passage of time.
When he woke, with the prince curled against his stomach, the memories slowly settled into Bay’s mind. He pushed up from their spongy bed and whipped his head about, trying to figure out where they lay.
Not too far from where they were, Bay spotted the light of the outside. From where he sat, he figured the light was from that open space—with the light coming from above—which meant...
A sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach as the bed beneath them shifted. Silver hair came into view, and the creature crawled over its own tentacles to caress Bay’s chin with dark talons.
“You stay…” came it's garbled, deep voice through sharp fangs that didn’t quite fit in the creature’s mouth, “Mine… both mine… both stay…”
Talons lightly brushed Muir’s dark hair out of the prince’s face and the creature leaned down, pressing a semblance of a kiss to Muir’s forehead.
Then those white eyes met the warrior’s, and the creature grinned.
“I… claim you…” it said, dropping its talons to caress Bay’s stomach. “Breed you… mine…”
A flush darkened Bay’s cheeks and he thought about fleeing—but he couldn’t just leave the prince. He’d be ostracized.
And if this thing really had bred him—
Just thinking about it caused a shudder of shame to run through him. He swallowed hard and took a steadying breath.
“...If… if we are to stay… We should at least exchange names,” Bay said, meeting the creature’s bone-white eyes. “I’m … I’m Bay. What’s your name?”
The creature tilted its head, its grin widening impossibly. “My name?” It was like the creature wasn’t used to speaking. After a moment, a strange jumble of sounds came from the creature and it waited. Staring. Expectant.
“That… that wasn’t your name, was it?” Bay asked.
The creature nodded enthusiastically, invading Bay’s personal space for the umpteenth time since he’d woken.
“R-right…” Bay muttered, pulling back a little. Not enough to hurt the creature’s feelings—he didn’t need it provoked—just a few inches. “How about something we can pronounce?”
Another tilt of the creature’s head and it went silent, pulling back to cuddle up to Muir. It watched Bay with unblinking eyes before it finally garbled out, “...Az'giuch… simple?”
Simple—
Bay took a breath and let that go, sure the creature wasn’t calling him simple. “Right… Az… Az’giuch…?”
The creature’s grin returned in full force and it bobbed its head again and again.
The movement woke the prince, and he groaned as he stretched, twisting in the creature’s grip. When the prince opened his eyes, Muir gave the creature a lazy smile.
“Mornin’…” Muir purred, his tail curling and folding against the creature’s large form.
Bay blinked at the unexpected ease of the prince in the creature’s form.
“...Muir… say hello to Az’giuch… our new mate…” Bay said, watching the creature. “Introduce yourself.”
Muir purred again and threaded his arms around the creature’s neck before placing a morning kiss on what passed as Az’giuch’s lips.
“G’morning, Az… I’m Muir.”
Az’giuch bubbled in pleasure and wrapped its arms and small tentacles around the prince, bubbling and purring, nuzzling into the lithe merman. Muir laughed and squirmed against the creature before he glanced over his shoulder at Bay.
“Exploring paid off, I think,” Muir said with a grin, his fingers tracing over Az’giuch’s mottled gray chest. “Way more interesting than palace life.”
A sigh escaped Bay’s lips, and the warrior shook his head, a rueful smile curling one side of his lips. Nothing for it now but to look on the bright side.
After all, the sex with Az’giuch was to die for.
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