Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2016 07:14:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: Andrew Bailey <feare909@yahoo.com>
Subject: Aquata Cove - Chapter 75 [EDITED]

Aquata Cove
Chapter 75: Miscellaneous


Yuri's car drives around the corner, into the parking lot of an apartment
complex. She parks into a vacant space, and quickly steps out. She runs up
the stairs until she reaches Ryo's door. She knocks hard, and waited until
Ryojin opens from the other side.

"Where is he?" Yuri asked, "Is he ok??"

"He still asleep..." Ryo said in a hushed tone as he lets her in, and walks
her to the dimly lit living room. She looks with pity at the small tan boy,
tucked under a blanket with an ice pack on his forehead, still unconscious.

"Ah no..." Yuri said softly. She kneels down by his side, and feels her
hand onto his cheek. It's a little too warm. She opens his mouth, and
examined closely, before pressing two of her fingers onto his neck to feel
his pulse.

"I came home from taking Fumiko to the airport, and he was lying face-down
on the grass," Ryo explained.

"... I think he's just dehydrated." Yuri said, "He has a delicate
constitution that makes it easy for his health to take a dive like
this. This happens to Merrick from time to time too. He's going to be
fine."

"Ok..." Ryo took a seat next to the couch, "I brought him up here to help,
and then I see someone broke in here!" He said, "They took my television
and a few lamps, and they broke a few of my dishes."

"What do you think happened to him?" She asked softly.

"I don't know..." Ryojin shook his head, "Maybe they hurt and rob him too."

`What were you doing, Arnaav?' Yuri thought, before sighing, "Last time I
saw him, he said he had something really important to do." They both
silenced as the boy groans, and turns in his sleep, facing the
back-cushions of the couch.

"Did he say what he was doing?" Ryo whispered.

"No. He just took off... With Adam's friends, Harold and Belinda, that is,"
She lied, "I should have asked him what he was up to." Withholding the fact
that Arnaav had to go into the ocean, "I'm sorry this happened."

"It is alright." Ryo said softly.

Moments pass by as the two of them sat in silence, letting the boy sleep as
they monitored is situation. Yuri looks in sorrow at the bundled boy,
feeling she is completely responsible for this; this has definitely got
something to do with Fumiko, the way he went running off like that. Was he
hoping to catch her at Ryo's place just to try and talk to her?

How much trouble did Arnaav go to just to try and speak with her? A wild
guess tells her that maybe Arnaav was the one who broke into the apartment
-- but how? He's just a small kid. And besides, some of Ryo's possessions
are gone, and there's no way Arnaav can carry a TV and a few items on his
own. At the very least, it seems Ryojin doesn't suspect that Arnaav's done
anything wrong...


Arnaav remains silent as his half-lidded eyes stare at the colored fabric
of the cushion, with small tears running along and down his eyes, as he can
pick up Yuri's scent, and someone else's... His eyes close as he keeps
himself quiet...


Yuri's train of thought snapped back as she feels something on her
hand. She looks to see Ryojin actually holding her hand, tenderly.

"Ryo, what are you doing?" She asks as she takes her hand away.

"Wh- Yuri..." Ryojin looks at her with a hurt expression, "I just... I been
thinking... Of you lately."

"Ryo, don't you remember what I said? We're done, I told you." Yuri stated
firmly, "You hurt me, Ryo. You crossed several lines when we fought." She
shook her head, "And I once told you that I would not even think of giving
you another chance until you apologized."

"Apologize for what?" Ryo asked a little defensively.

"You're joking, right, Ryo?" Yuri said lowly to keep her voice down, "For
all of the things you said. What you tried to get away with, what you
insinuated, and what you caused."

"What are you even saying?? Are you still angry about that?"

"Yes," Yuri said, shaking her head, "You honestly think you've done no
wrong here?"

"I thought you knew this kid," Ryo said, "I called you and he-"

"I'm not talking about that." Yuri said as she got up and walked a few
paces away from him, "You still think I'M the one at fault here..." She
growled. As old-fashioned as her family is, Ryojin's clan is twice as
archaic as hers.

"Yuri, why will you not let this go??" Ryo asked as he gets up, "Why do you
hold on to so much hate for me??"

"Oh my God, I really, REALLY want to refuse that you're this stupid." Yuri
said as she drops her shoulders, "I did NOT want to move in with you! That
didn't mean that I didn't love you! It meant that I wasn't ready! And the
more you pushed, the more YOU despised ME!"

"I never despise you," Ryo said defensively as he gets up, "You would not
give me a real enough answer!"

"And so you turned into a complete jerk." Yuri replied, glaring at him,
"Insinuating that I've slept with Jamal, among other men, even asking if me
and Adam were an item at some point. And the more I protested, the worse
you got!" Yuri shook her head, "I really had feelings for you, Ryojin. You
have no idea how much you hurt me."

"And you do not think I am hurt too??"

"And you don't even get how bad it was." Yuri leers at him, "Do you know
when we broke up, my grandparents were actually MAD at me??" She told him,
"They blamed ME. They didn't care what I said, it was all my fault that you
insulted me and pressured me into taking a huge step in my life that I
wasn't ready to take!"

"Why were you not ready??" Ryo asked, "I still do not understand why you
didn't want to be with me."

"..." Yuri glares at him, "Because I just didn't want to, and you wouldn't
accept that."

"Yeah." Ryo shook his head at her, "You can't even give me your own
reasons."

"..." A pause goes by as they just stood there and glared at each other,
"... You know what, I don't have to justify myself to you. You were raised
to have a trophy wife of your very own, and I will never be her." She told
him.

"What?" Ryo gave her a weird look, "What does that mean-"

"We both come from very traditional clans. But at least my parents taught
me to be anything I want, not just something my grandparents can have to
reminisce about times gone by."

"Wha- Yuri-"

"Thank you." She interrupted him, bowing to him in formality, "For calling
me about Arnaav. I appreciate you taking care of him before he got hurt."
She walked back to the couch, and took the blanket off of the boy, to find
him bundled in a white sheet. She sighs as she closes her eyes, "I will
bring the sheet back tomorrow. As you can imagine, I don't have any clothes
for him right now."

"... Fine." Ryo walks away from her as Yuri carefully picks up Arnaav, and
carries him away. Ryo holds open the door for her in eerie silence as she
walks by, and closes the door behind her.


()()()


Arnaav whimpers as he looks up to the large polar bear, next to the Noita
otter, along with an orca mermaid with several wraps of seaweed around her
body. The black and white whale maid gently strokes the boy's head as she
takes a loop of kelp away from his neck. He reaches his little arms out as
she drifts away from him.

"No, please no." He pleaded weakly as his soul feels an abrupt feeling of
rejection and loneliness as soon as the seaweed was removed. "I cannot
understand, no..."

The mighty white bear man weeps as pieces of a broken weapon drift down
from his large paws. He bows his head and looks to the side, clenching his
eyes shut as he hears the cub's little cries.

"But why..." Arnaav cries, shaking all over his body as he looks to the
three elders of the pod, "Why is it so wrong???" He pleads, "I did not say
anything!" A mid-sized, cream-colored bear with white swirls on her body
holds her face as she sobs, behind the three leaders amidst the pod.

"Son... You needed to listen..." The Triton sobbed, "Why did you not
listen..."

"I do not understand! I did not touch or-or-or... No, please, no..." Arnaav
cries as he sees his mother's palm glowing with light, "Mother no, please
do not do this!" He cries with terror as she comes closer, "I am sorry! I
will not do it again! No!"

"I love you, my child..." The otter said with deep remorse, her eyes
clouded with glittering mist, "If I do not do this... They will come..."

"Who! Please, Mother, no!" Arnaav begs as his furry back pushes into the
sand and reef rock, almost screaming with hysteria, "I am sorry! I am
sorry!"

Arnaav glances, and sees the cream-colored bear mermaid beside him. He
whines and cries as she takes his paw into hers, as she too cries with
him. He squeaks as his tiny paw squeezes her tightly.

"We are out of time..." The Noita wept, "I can sense one of them
coming... If I do not mark you, you will end..."

"MOTHER NO!" Arnaav screams. The Noita's hand pushes onto the left side of
the Adra's chest. "EEHHHEEEEAAAA" The boy shrieks with agony as searing
pain pours onto the spot, slowly ripping into his flesh as she pushes her
energy onto him.

"STOP!! PLEASE STOP!!! IT IS BURNING MEEE!!" Arnaav cries out, thrashing
into the sand as his sister reaches around his torso.

A pair of thick, strong, furry arms scoop around the three of them,
gruffing with heavy sobs as one mermaid tearfully brands the flesh of her
baby, the other mermaid holding as tight as she can, and the meryin
shrieking with despair and agony. The Triton holds all of them close,
desiring with all of his heart to rob his son of every ounce of pain and
fear that he is spiraling right now... And as well as that of which is to
come, after his poor one is forced to leave...

Everything suddenly illuminates in a flash of yellow and white.


()()()


Twinkling drops roll and drip from under Arnaav's eyelids, as he slowly
started to awaken again.

Yuri's car zooms along the freeway, with Arnaav safely buckled on the
passenger's seat, wrapped up in the thin sheet. She glances to him as she
hears some quiet sniffling beside her.

"Nh... Ffnh... I'm sorry, Yuri..." Comes a soft whimper, "I'm sorry..."

"For what, honey?" Yuri asked softly.

"I made you so mad... You had to be with someone you hated..." Arnaav
whines.

"Oh..." She winces, "You heard all of that?"

"Mhm..." Arnaav sniffles, "You had to fight because of me..."

"That's not true, Arnaav." Yuri turns a curve, "Ryo and I had problems long
before this. They have nothing to do with you, it's not your fault."

"I still ended up there... You had to come and find me..."

"Don't think about it," Yuri said softly, "Just get some sleep, ok?" The
car turn along the wide curve of the road, right next to the coast, "I have
to go back to the hospital, where I work. I can set up a little cot for you
and give you some water in my office, ok?"

"Mnnhh..."

Arnaav rustles in his sheet, and fumbles a little. Yuri's peripheral vision
catches a colorful flicker, so she turns her head to the kid. Her eyes
widen as she sees a jeweled butterfly trinket in Arnaav's fingers,
glittering from the orange flashes from the passing highway light posts.

"Where did you get that?" Yuri asked with a slight touch of suspicion,
remembering exactly where she's seen that small accessory before.

"It belongs to that girl... The one I want to... Talk to..." Arnaav
answered weakly, "I found it on the day we played those games with the eggs
and rabbits..." His eyes remain moist as he tilts the butterfly slightly to
make it sparkle.

"Why were you keeping it?"

"It's... Beautiful..." Arnaav said, "And it carries her scent... I really
like her... Having it made me feel she liked me, after I was told she loved
Merrick..." The boy whimpers, "And then Merrick made her cry... She doesn't
like him anymore..."

"Oh no..." Yuri can already see where this is going.

"I was trying to find her... I looked everywhere... Belinda showed me where
she belonged..." Arnaav sniffled as the butterfly shimmered, "And she
wasn't there..." He closes his eyes as he curls up tighter in the sheet,
"She wasn't there, and I fell..."

"Oh no... Dammit..." Yuri sighed as the car came to a stop at a traffic
light. "Dammit... Dammit..." She softly hits her head onto the steering
wheel a few times. "Arnaav, I am so sorry..."

"For... For what?"

"There's something I REALLY should have told you..." Yuri sighs as she
turns her head to the child, "Arnaav, Fumiko lives on the other side of the
world."

Arnaav looks up at her with eyes of horror and despair, "Wh... Whaaat?"

"She only comes to these islands a couple of times a year to see her
brother..." Yuri ignores the green traffic light above, "And I don't even
know exactly where she is..."

"I... I..." Arnaav's chest swells and deflates as he starts to cry. All of
this... Every ounce of hope he put into this night... All of his excitement
and joy... It was all for nothing...

"A-Arnaav, it's ok," Yuri hastily said, "M-Maybe we can talk to-" She
gasped as the passenger door opens as the small boy leaves the blanket,
"Wait, what're you doing?!"

Arnaav cries as he stumbles out of the car, and runs away as fast as he
can.

"Arnaav! Wait!!" Yuri springs out of her car, and whips after him, "Stop!
Where are you going?!" She jogs after him, "You're going to collapse again!
Come back!!" But he won't listen. She can hear the poor boy sob loudly as
he sprints away from her, towards the ocean.

"ARNAAV!!" It's too late. Arnaav dives into the ocean before she can even
reach him. "Dammit, what happened..." She groans as she shakes her head and
gently rubs her forehead, "No, no, no, this isn't good..." She tells
herself as she retreats back to her car.

Her eyes catch a twinkle as she comes to the unfurled sheet, "Ohhh..." Yuri
squats down, and delicately picks up the butterfly, "What the hell... Here
I thought I was a little better than you, Ryo..."


~~~


"Mnnghh" Adam moans as he writhes on his bed, his eyes feeling almost as
heavy as his own body, and gravity seems to have increased on him to begin
with. He feels a soft, furry ball against his neck, which he can already
deduce that it's little Skyler curled up next to
him.

"Morning, baby." Merrick said from beside him,
leaning on his elbow on his side.

"Ohhhrrrr..." Adam whines as he tries to roll over, "My head feels like a
rock." He wriggled around on the bed... His anus feels weird, and his
package feels painfully pressed. He looked down and scoffed in exhaustion.

His penis and ballsac is barely being contained by a shiny gold and
sapphire blue thong that clings tightly to his manhood, that is also giving
a bitch of a skinny wedgie, "Fuck, I don't even want to know where I got
this..."

Merrick giggles as Adam pulls the thong off of him, and kicks it off the
bed, somehow without snapping it. Skyler wakes up and stretches on the bed,
before hopping onto the windowsill. "I think we may have gotten carried
away last night at King Tut's."

"Ah fuck..." Adam huffed, "What went down..." He tries to remember.

"You had a bunch of shots," Merrick smirked, "Off of a guy's body. He was
some hot Italian guy, he had some really thick muscles."

"Think I have bits and pieces of that..." Adam rubs his eyebrows, "I can't
remember much... Bunch of blurs and music, I think I remember holding onto
a hard metal pole."

"Hehheeh," Merrick grins, "You
got so drunk, you actually got naked for about a minute!"

"Oh my freaking God." Adam covers his eyes, his face feeling hot and
prickly.

"You got spanked so many times, your butt was glowing pink and red~"
Merrick snickered, "You were so sexy and funny! By the time we put
something on you, you had a throbbing hard-on."

"Oh fuck..." Adam rolls onto his front, and stuffs his face onto a
pillow. "I can't ever go back there again." He said, muffled by the pillow.

"Oh why not??" Merrick gives Adam's butt a spank before climbing onto him
and sitting himself onto Adam's bottom, "Everyone loved you last night!"

"RRRRrrrr!" Adam grabs the pillows from both ends and covers his head with
it, not even paying attention to his naked lover's genitals rubbing on his
rump.

"Oh cheer up, Adam." Merrick gnaws on Adam's hair playfully, "At least I
didn't tell you about the part where you thought Nick was me, and you
started making out with him while squeezing his package. That's why you
were wearing his thong just now."

"OH MY GOD, STOP!" Adam yelled into the pillow as bits and pieces started
to resurface.

"Whaaat? It was hot!" He kisses and nibbles on Adam's neck, "Thinking about
it... Kinda makes ME a little hot~" He said as he started to grind his soft
member into Adam's warm, fuzzy crack, "I REALLY wanted to fuck you right
there in the bar~ Pound your ass while Nick sucks your cock..." Merrick
bites his lip as his own dick is starting to get hard, "But apparently, we
can't fuck in public."

Adam grunts pitifully as he turns his head to breathe, while Merrick wraps
his arms around and under him as he continues to dry-hump against Adam,
"Ffffuck, I wanna ram you so bad..."

"I am not in the mood." Adam groaned, "I have enough pounding in my head
right now..."

"Awww, come on~!" Merrick bites Adam's ear and tugs on it, his dick fully
hard now. Adam whimpers as he just WISHES his head wasn't weighing the same
as a ton of bricks. Adam shivers as Merrick's tongue licks over Adam's
earlobe and groves his pelvis in rolling motions, "You were so freakin on
last night~"

"At the moment," Adam responds, "I am down right off." He can only groan as
his fiancé plays around with his limb body.

"Awwoo..." Merrick pouted. "How about you just lay there and I can have my
way with you like this?"

"No."

"I can eat your ass or suck your balls?"

"No."

"How about I flip you over and suck you off? Come on, Adam," Merrick slaps
Adam's butt a few times.

"If I get turned on, I'm just going to get a bigger headache than I already
have." Adam moaned, "How about we just take a shower?"

"... With the suction-cup fleshlight or dildo?" Merrick quipped.

"Oh for God's sake." Adam muffled again as he buries his face into the
pillow.

"Ghhh, I'm kidding, Adam." Merrick giggled as he climbs off of Adam, and
spanks him again, "C'mon, let's go wash up. Your musk is driving me nuts if
you want me to stay off you."

"Mmmgghhh..." Adam whines as he drags himself out of bed and slumps along
the side, feeling dizzier than before. Without even thinking, he just walks
ahead without thinking of grabbing some shorts to cover himself like usual,
and just drones out of the door and to the bathroom.

Merrick holds onto Adam's shoulders to keep him from flopping over as they
go. "Oh, shh..." Merrick hushes lowly, looking at the living room, and
seeing Arnaav wrapped up in the blankets on the couch, "Arnaav's still
asleep." He whispered. Adam only sighs as they make it to inside the
restroom.

Merrick turns on the shower for a hot temperature, and takes Adam in. Adam
presses his forehead onto the glass wall of the shower as he keeps his eyes
closed, letting his arms dangle from his shoulders as Merrick closes the
glass door.

"Hahahah, are you REALLY that blown out?"

"Aren't you?" Adam asked.

"Not at all. I don't know what humans find so big and trying about
alcohol." Merrick said as he lets the hot water pour down on Adam's back.

Adam groans as he waits for Merrick to do whatever, hardly caring one way
or another what comes next -- not while his head is still swimming with
concrete. Merrick hugs him from behind as holds him tight. "Mmmnnnhhh..."

Merrick holds him from behind and rests his face on the back of Adam's
neck, pushing his lap onto Adam's bottom as they both get soaked and
wet. Merrick loads two large scrub pads with soap, and starts to knead
Adam's shoulders. He circles the broad shoulder bones along his back.

He pushes against the small dip just above the waist, before Merrick grins
as he scrubs Adam's ass. Adam chuckled as his lover gets thorough with
cleaning his butt, using just one of the pads to circle around one cheek,
dipping into his crack and sliding over to the other. Merrick kneels down
and firmly scrubs onto the back of Adam's thighs, and down to hid calves,
down to his feet.

He stands up, and turns Adam around, pushing his back onto the wet
glass. Adam groans as his head slumps back, and rolls on his right
shoulder. Merrick chuckles as he leans in, and kisses Adam's chin.

"Mnnnhhhh..." Adam closes his eyes as Merrick pushes the scrub pad around
onto Adam's neck, and rubs in circular motions, into the divide of his
chest where the layer of fuzz is pressed with the direction of the soapy
pad. Merrick scrubs softly along Adam's front, and smiles as he feels along
Adam's sides, and and rubs around the subtle round area of Adam's stomach.

"Gettin a little round there, babe~" Merrick said as he pats Adam's belly.

"Shuddup." Adam smirked in his daze.

"Hehehe, didn't say it was a bad thing~" Merrick said, "We both know chubby
guys give the best hugs and cuddles."

"I'm not faaaat." Adam whined. Merrick chuckles as he scrubs Adam's
muscular arms, as well as his soft belly, then down to his
genitals. Merrick grins and blushes as he kneels down to Adam's pelvis. He
gently pushes the pad along Adam's limb dick, and sneaks the pad to under
his testicles.

"Have I ever mentioned that I love handling your penis and fondling your
balls?" Merrick said as he carefully massages Adam's soft member with suds,
also caressing his nuts.

"It's come up once or twice." Adam answers with a smile, sighing with
fatigue as he feels that keen tingle in the center of his manhood again,
though really not feeling like getting started.

Merrick washes down Adam's legs, circling the pad around his inner thighs,
before smirking he sees Adam's thickened cock floating half way above his
sack, "Hah, and now you're getting a chubby. Guess you're not too hung over
after all."

"Not my fault." Adam groaned, "You're the one trying to pull cum out of my
balls while cleaning me."

"Ahahaha." Merrick presses down the pad onto the top of Adam's feet, before
patting onto his leg, "Hey." Adam rolled his head down to look at Merrick,
"Come down here. Sit with me."

Adam chuckled before huffing and grunting down to Merrick's level. Merrick
scooted up to Adam, before climbing up a little, and sitting on Adam's
lap. Adam smiles as he puts his arms around Merrick somewhat, while Merrick
puts his arms around and onto his lover. He tilts his head as he presses
his face into the other, and pushes his lips onto Adam's.

Merrick kissed Adam softly, and then a second time. Adam nuzzles Merrick's
neck before planting a kiss onto his soft flesh, his eyes resting closed as
he laps his lips along Merrick's neck.

"Mnnn..." Merrick's legs coil around Adam's waist as he tucks himself into
Adam's hold. He licks Adam's earlobe, and then along his cheek. Adam grins
as Merrick's tongue glides over to the side of his nose, before he kisses
him again.

Adam closes his eyes again as Merrick uncaps the shampoo bottle, and
squeezes a dollop of it onto his palm, and rubbed it into Adam's dark hair
until it started to lather with the white foam. Once rinsed off, Adam
sighed as he lies back as Merrick cuddles him some more, almost prowling
like a seductive feline as he kisses his lips again.


~~~


"I feel a lot better." Adam said as he puts on his uniform shirt and his
casual jeans.

"Better enough for a blowjob, maybe?" Merrick asked as he gets his own
uniform together. Adam scoffs as he rolls his eyes.

"Love to, but no time. I have to get to work, and so do you."

"I work in a sex shop, they'd understand." Merrick said. Adam turned
around, and chuckles as he looks at his fiancé.

"Merrick, are you sure you're even allowed to wear shorts THAT short?"
Merrick's uniform Lovers shorts reach only to halfway up his thighs, just
as he pulls on his shirt, and picked up his cap. The shorts really show off
his bottom, as well as the girth of his package.

"It's a legit choice of uniform. Nick used to where them like this before
he became the manager." Merrick defended, "Besides, it attracts customers."
He said with a grin and a wink.

"You're supposed to be MY slut, bitch." Adam said after coming close, and
placing his hands onto Merrick's hips. His fingers trace along the side,
before they pass over something else along Merrick's hips. Adam sighed and
dropped his shoulders, "Alright, what's this now?"

"Just my underroos," Merrick said as he lifts his shirt a little, and shows
a green strap showing above the waistline. Adam scoffs as he rolls his
head, leans in, and gives Merrick a soft spank.

"What am I gonna do with you?"

"Love me. Feed me. Never leave me."

"Gheheh. `Right, Garfield." Adam pats Merrick's hip, and turns to get his
phone. The two of them leave the bedroom and enter the living room. Merrick
snickers as he looks at the couch, and sees Roxas perched on top of the
small mound of blanket upon there. "Speaking of which."

"Heh heh heh," Merrick goes over and pets the cat, he puts a hand towards
Arnaav, but stops, "... Might as well let him sleep." He mumbles, "He's
going to need his rest, he needs to go back soon."

"Yeah." Adam said as Merrick walked away, and left through the
door. Underneath the covers, Arnaav sniffles as he grips the thick
blanket. He doesn't care that he feels so hot from being hidden and bundled
on the couch for who knows how long, coated in dried salt and sand. He
feels so stupid...

"Wasted so much time... She doesn't even want me..." He despaired as he
curls tighter.


---Several Hours Later---


"Thank you for your purchase," Merrick said as he puts a vibrating
fleshlight into a black plastic bag, "All sales are final, no returns or
refunds, and you have a nice day." He said with a smile.

"Thank you." The customer said before leaving. Merrick ponders as he stands
at the clerk top, before he turns to Sasha, who is placing purple laced
lingerie up on the rack.

"You know what would be REALLY hardcore?" He asked.

"I can't begin to start." She replied.

"If someone were to buy a fleshlight, and then shove it into the other's
ass or vag." Sasha coughs at the random and graphic suggestion, "And then
fuck the toy while it's still in the person."

"Oh my God, are you mad??" She asked with a very estranged expression.

"Hey, you humans are already doing all kinds of weird shit in the sack --
it's not that far off from fisting. Not that I would want to try it -- I'm
not THAT kinky."

"That reminds me, something I've been meaning to ask." Sasha says as she
adjusts the suspender harness holding a mannequin right in the middle of
the store, "How DO mermaids have sex? Do you come on land and wait to you
look human before getting this hot and bothered?"

"Some do," Merrick said, "Not a lot of merfolk would go on land at all
though, given the fear of surface. But if we don't sense anyone nearby on
some beach or island, some merfolk do mate in human form."

"I like that bit," Sasha said with a grin, "So what about when they do it
all fishy and such?"

"Depends on the species." Merrick said, "Some merfolk lay eggs and have
them fertilized, others don't. See," Merrick gestured to his crotch, "In
our true forms, our genitals are a lot more subtle than humans. Mermen like
me can mate with a mermaid in a conjoined way, and if all goes well, the
mermaid gets pregnant, and soon lays an egg after a couple of moons or
so. That's how I was born."

"So, what? Methods are like 50/50?"

"In a way. Like I said, it depends on the species. All merfolk are able to
conceive human-style, but it varies for others." Merrick leaned back on the
clerk, "That said, it's also worth noting that we merfolk find it VERY
difficult to breed at all."

"Are you serious?" She raises her brows, "How difficult could it be?"

"On average, a healthy pod only turns over about 2 babies in a year if
we're lucky. If a pod gets too small, or if both leaders of a pod were to
die, then that pod would have to join with another pod. Syrinx said that's
what happened with her pod before she was banished."

"Sounds interesting... And kind of sad, really." Sasha comes over to the
clerk opposite to Merrick, and leans down on it, "So what about you?" She
smiles, "You and Adam plan to have any kids?"

"Kids?" Merrick blinked, "I uh..." He scratched the back of his head, "I
never really thought about it actually..."

"Oh what? You're kidding."

"No. I'm gay, Sasha. Two guys can't make a baby."

"So?" She scoffed at him, "Lots of gay couples have kids. They either adopt
or get a surrogate. In fact, we all thought you and Adam were going to
adopt that small brown boy following you around."

"Who... Arnaav?" Merrick asked, "No, he already has parents. And besides,
he's more of a brother to me than a son. It would feel kinda weird even if
he or I would be for it."

"For it?"

"To tell you the truth, adoption is... Sort of a foreign concept to
merfolk. It's weird for me to wrap my mind around meeting some kid, and
then deciding I'm going to be his parent from now on. Arnaav told me that
Adam's mother asked if we were going to adopt him, and he actually told me
that he felt a little offended when she suggested that."

"No kidding?"

"It's just a principle that merfolk aren't that familiar with, and it's a
safe bet that we're not altogether open to it." Merrick takes a drink from
his water bottle before shifting the subject, "What about you? Don't YOU
want to have kids?"

"Me? Naw. I'm not a fan of kids myself."

"Hah, why not?" He smirked.

"Well, first off, I don't exactly have a parental lifestyle. With all the
men I sleep with."

"How so?"

"You know me." Sasha gets a latter to climb on -- one of the bolts holding
the suspended mannequin doesn't look right, "I'm almost like Isabella from
Dragon Age 2. But it's like," She gestures with her hands, "I almost need
at least 2 men at a time when I'm in the mood."

"Two men? Why not just the one?"

"Because Man-on-Man action is hot!" Sasha says while adjusting the straps,
"Have you ever put on a strap-on and have your way with three or even four
blokes?? All over each other while having lots of goes at me?"

"Um..." Merrick quirked his mouth, "I happen to be a man. A strap-on would
be a bit obsolete in my case. And I haven't had that many horny guys going
at it around me since the cruise a few years back."

"Whell," Sasha huffed as she climbed onto the back of the posed mannequin
to test the weight limit, "I'm a border line man-whore when it comes down
to it. Gay sex is just damn amazing, don't you know?"

"Even for a woman like yourself? Are you REALLY that into homo stuff?" He
asked, genuinely curious, "I kinda figured straight woman WOULD think two
men sexing would be alluring, but it's not the case for Yuri, Syrinx,
Donna, and pretty much all the other women I know."

"See, I'm what most people would call a `Fag Hag'."

Merrick spat as he hunched over, snickering as water dribbled all over him,
"E-Ermbl! Gheheheh! What in the world does THAT mean??" He wipes himself up
"A Fag Hag??"

"It's a pretty common expression in the LGBT crowd." Sasha answered,
"Typically, it's a straight women like myself who is EXTREMELY fascinated
and involved with gay men, or otherwise the LGBT in general. It adds to
know when most of the men F-Hags go out with on dates turn out to be
gay. You know Debbie from Queer As Folk?" She asked, "She would be
considered a Fag Hag. Or that freakin blonde chick from the Eating Out
movies?"

"Hahaha, Timothy Van Slut?" Merrick smirked.

"No, Tiffani Von Der Sloot." Sasha corrected, "Close though. She is also
considered as an example of a Fag Hag."

"Ok, I see. Aaand what does this have to do with having kids?" Merrick
asked with a raise brow.

Sasha shrugged, "I got bored. I wanted to talk about man-fucks." Both of
them chuckled as she climbs down the latter, "Besides, I have like, 3
brothers and 4 sisters. All of them married, so I almost have a dozen
nieces and nephews to see and coo all over. So I am in no hurry to pop out
a blighter of my own."

"But you're not opposed to it?"

"Hmm." She smiles as she thought for a moment, "I suppose not. I like kids
enough, when they're not insane and screaming all over the bloody grocery
market."

"Hm... I'm not sure how Adam feels about it... I believe he likes kids
too. But, I'm not sure I'm really ready for baby-planning yet."

"Hey, neither are half of American parents, and yet they continue to breed,
eh?" Sasha smirks.

Merrick looks down at his ring, and smiles as he adjusts it. It never needs
to be adjusted or moved... He just likes to see the small diamonds twinkle
as the light shines along the curved metal. "... Hey Sasha?"

"Yes?"

"In a human marriage, isn't there supposed to be two rings?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Because since Adam proposed to me, I'm the only one with the ring. Am I
supposed to propose to him too?"

"No," She answered, "I don't know too much about weddings, but typically,
the man is supposed to propose to the partner with a ring, and then later,
him or both of them get a second ring for the man."

"Hmmm..."

"And by the way, didn't your shift end like 10 minutes ago?"

"It has??" Merrick checked the clock, "Oh yeah! I better go then."

"Right, see ya." Sasha said.


After Merrick has changed and left the shop he looks at his ring as he
strolls down the sidewalk. It really is beautiful; the partial swirl
leading to each diamond is so thin, but it hasn't chipped or dented at
all. It looks so delicate, but so strong. He takes a moment to look up to
the sparkling ocean in the noon sun. Today has been a short shift -- only
9-3.

He picks up his phone and dials up Syrinx's number before holding it to his
ear, "... Hey, Syrinx? Hey, are you off right now? ... Ok, cool. I'm gonna
get a hold of Belinda in a sec. There's something I want you guys to help
me with."


~~~


Yuri sighs as she unlocks the door to the house. Just as she got back to
the hospital last night, there were several victims in critical
condition. It went from a long night to a longer morning.

Exhausted, she enters into the house, and sees Arnaav on the couch, with
the blanket having been dropped down from his little body. She frowns as
she sees the trail of sand and dirt leading from outside to the couch. She
is going to have to take the cushions to the cleaners...

"I know you're there..." Arnaav said after Yuri took one step. She sighs
again as she comes to him, brushing off the dry sand and sitting down
beside him.

"I wondered where you went. I thought you might've gone back to the
Kenovani."

"I don't want to." He said stubbornly.

"I know... But you're going to have to go back eventually." She said
softly, "What about your health?"

"What's the point... What do I have to live for if I can't even be allowed
to see her..." He whimpered.

`Oh lord.' Yuri thought as she rubs her eyebrows, `I do not have the energy
for a romantic preteen tragedy.' She feels her neck as she rolls her head a
little, `Keep it together, Yuri.'

"It's not like I can even speak to her." Arnaav said with a small whine,
"She speaks a different language that I cannot understand. I don't
understand, why does she not speak the language that I do??"

"It's complicated," Yuri huffed, "A lot of humans speak different languages
that we need to learn. Isn't it the same with merfolk?"

Arnaav doesn't answer. Yuri glances down, and sees him hugging his Mochi
pillow, cringing tightly in his position. She gives yet another tired sigh
as she leaned back.

"It's Japanese."

"Huh?" Arnaav looks up.

"The language Fumiko speaks is called Japanese. Otherwise known as
Nihongo."

"Japa... Nihongo?" Arnaav asked.

"Nihongo is just how it's said in Japanese."

"I don't understand. What are you talking about?"

"Fumiko mostly speaks in Japanese, and she isn't very good speaking English
-- English is the language you and I are speaking right now."

"I don't care anymore..." Arnaav turns back down, "It's not like she really
likes me either... She kept running away from my on the day of Easter."

"Well if might help you if you knew Japanese. At least you'd be able to
communicate." She said.

"..."

"That's the language that I speak, anyway." She added. Arnaav gasped
lightly as he hears that. Yuri can't help but smile as he tries to make
himself get up, "I am way too tired right now, but if you want, I can teach
you how to read, write, and speak Japanese whenever you come over."

"You can teach me another language??" Arnaav asked, his eyes gleaming with
renewed optimism as he still clings to his Mochi.

Yuri looked over to him, "Sore wa tadashīdesu." Arnaav's eyes
widened, "That means `That is correct.'"

"You can really teach me this?"

"I better warn you though," Yuri said as she adjusted in her seat,
"Japanese is a very complicated language, both written and spoken -- it's
just as, if not more complex than English is. I can teach you the basics in
my spare time, but I also think you should practice it with assignments I
give you. Depending on your rate of learning, I think you might be able to
know Japanese in a couple of years or so."

"I'll do it." Arnaav said without much time for thought, "I wanna learn
this Japanese!"

"Good. But, I need to sleep right now." Yuri says as she gets up, "I've
been working practically all night, and I need a rest."

"O-Ok, Yuri..." Arnaav nods, slightly hesitating. Yuri chuckles as she
notices this.

"I guess if I'm going to be teaching you, it's respectful to refer to me as
`Yuri-Sensei'."

"Yes, Yuri-Sensei!" Arnaav quipped up. Yuri smiles as she goes into her
room for a nap. After closing her door, she went to her closet, and brought
out a box with bunch of hold notebooks and texts, as well as several
various supplies.

"Good thing I kept these for laughs." She muttered as she blew off the dust
and peered into the box to see a glimpse of kanji on a hardcover. When she
was in high school, Yuri picked Japanese to be her required Foreign
Language class, partly because she wasn't interested in learning French or
Spanish, and partly to get a kick on how accurate or inaccurate her teacher
was in high school, who was Caucasian.

Needless to say, she's had a few giggles as well as a huge advantage; along
with a few spare school supplies she finally has a use for now.


~~~


Belinda spirals through the water along the reef, over several miles away
from the shore. She signals here and there, along the sand and into the
cultured rocks. She leers around at the many small creatures darting and
swarming about in and out of the reefs, until she finds a target. With a
knife, she stabs into the rock and thick lab of solid matter behind a
flayed clam.

Merrick was specific about what he needs, not to mention very explicit
about using another ability that doesn't belong to her. He needs Belinda to
use the signals, but he will not be around to hear her sound it.

Belinda hisses and grunts as she worked the short, sturdy blade into the
reef until she managed to pry the duo shell off of the rock. She then
sheathed the knife, and tucked the oyster into her pouch, adding to a
handful of other bivalves she's collected thus far. She seals her pouch
once more, and looms forward.


~~~


Merrick runs the towel roughly through his hair as he sits on the sand,
rubbing under his neck and around his body. He turns his head, and sees the
tan, pink-haired colleague of his wade through and out of the water as it
washes on the sand.

"How many did you get?" He asked.

"I could barely fill half the bag," Belinda answered as she opens it to
show Merrick, "I covered at least 5 miles."

"Agh." Merrick winced, "That's kinda more than I was able to find. Why
can't humans just breed oysters in the wild? Why do they need to keep them
all in buildings??"

"I do not know," Belinda said as she shook her head, "I'm still trying to
figure out how and why they let everything else happen."

"Ok..." Merrick said as he paws through his bag, "I'm pretty sure rounded
clams don't have pearls, do they? I don't know for sure."

"They do not."

"Right." Merrick stands up, and slings the wet pouch over his shoulder,
"Lets head out and meet Syrinx at her coffee shop. Hopefully she's had
better luck than us."

"Yes."  
Both merfolk walk along the warm sand, bodies moist and
exposed to the entire beach. Merrick glances and purrs silently as he sees
a couple of tan, attractive men playing volleyball nearby, while also
trying to ignore a few ladies here and there. "Really like how Syrinx lives
in an apartment near a Clothing-Optional beach."

"Why can't all beaches be this way?" Belinda asks as she browses a couple
of naked humans as well, "This is nature, after all."


~~~


Still wearing her Mana Mocha uniform, Syrinx carves out the shell of an
oyster, and pries it open. She presses her finger into the meat, until she
feels a tiny lump. She digs into the raw filling until she pushed out a
bead of gleaming white with a touch of teal in color. She plucks the pearl
up, and examined it shortly.

"Round." She said before dropping it into a bowl with a small pile of white
and tinted pearls.

"Round." Belinda said as she puts yellowish pearl into the pile. She
squirted a lemon wedge into the oyster shell she has, and slurped the meat
down.

"Natural." Merrick said as he places a misshapen black pearl into a
different bowl with only two other oddly formed pearls.

"I swear, humans need to compensate EVERYTHING." Syrinx
grumbled. 

"Here, Syrinx," Said a coworker in the
coffee shop, "I got your Caramel Macchiato."

"Ooh, gimme gimme gimme!" She said as she takes her beverage. She sips
through the straw, and rolls her eyes up as she leans back, "Mmmmnnnh! God,
these are better than sex."

"I heard that." Said Kevin as he comes walking in, wearing his Checkers
pizza uniform, "Hey, Merrick, Belinda. I didn't know you guys were coming
over today. Where's Adam and Harold?"

"Not here." Merrick answered, "We're doing something, and I needed Belinda
and Syrinx's help."

"Merrick wants to make a ring for Adam before the wedding." Syrinx said,
"So we went out to get a bunch of oysters, and we're tying to find the
right pearls to make it."

"Uuuuh, ok, and..." Kevin looked over to the two bowls, "I take it that
these aren't enough?"

"There's a difference between natural pearls and man-made pearls." Belinda
said, "I have been to several places where humans sell and extract
pearls. These round ones," She tapped onto the small mound of many round
beauties, "They do not feel right. Humans deliberately implanted something
into an oyster to make a pearl. Only strange ones like these," She picks up
one of the pebble-looking pearls up, "Are the ones we're looking for."

"Ooook?"

"Think of it like this," Merrick said, "What's the difference between a
hotdog that's been boiled, a hotdog that's been grilled."

"OH ok! I get it now." Kevin smiled and nods.

"Ghh." Syrinx rolls her eyes, "You were the dumb jock in high school,
weren't you?"

"Heeey!" Kevin smirked as he reached for Syrinx's macchiato, before she
grabbed onto his wrist, "Ow!"

"Bitch," She said with a leer, "I will eat your hand off."

"But baaabe, sharing is caring~" Kevin taunted -- he likes her a little
mad.

"Anyway," Merrick said after he sips his water, "There's only a couple of
natural pearls here. I'm not sure if that's going to be enough to make a
ring."

"Aren't you going to just have one of them mounted?"

"No, I need them in their entirety." Merrick answered.

"Ok, so," He shrugged, "Why not just use the Mother of Pearl in the shells
then?"

"Are you crazy??" Syrinx said while slapping his arm hard.

"Ow! Heey!"

"What the hell is wrong with you,
Kevin??" Merrick scowled.

"Even I wouldn't do that!" Belinda hissed.

"What? What'd I say??"

"Mother of Pearl is sacred to us." Syrinx answered, "Years ago, Mother of
Pearl were thought to be the droplets of the Sea Mother's soul. While that
might not be the case, as our ancestors used to think, it's still
considered hallowed. Messing with it in anyway is considered sacrilege."

"The Kenovani recently took in an Adra Noita who was banished for trying to
turn a Mother of Pearl into a sort of tattoo," Merrick said, "Even Noita
Vanora is having a hard time forgiving that one."

"And yet you people have no trouble taking the pearls of an oyster." Kevin
said with a quirked brow.

"Pearls are considered as gifts from the Sea Mother's grace," Belinda said,
"It is not the same as tampering with Mother of Pearl."

"Whatever, I gave up on church stuff years ago." Kevin said, "You ready to
go, babe?" He asked as Syrinx had already drained her macchiato, and is now
scooping up the gold-drizzled whipped cream, "Assuming you've already had
your daily O.D. of coffee?"

"Hmm..." She looks over the table, "We're still not finished with the
oysters." Syrinx said, "I'm gonna need two more of these." She said tapping
her cup, "Martha! Can I get another vente Caramel Macchiato, please??"

"Sure thing, honeh!" Said Syrinx's boss.

"Wow, you sure do like coffee, Syrinx." Merrick commented.

"Oh you have no idea!" Syrinx said, "I wish I can make coffee my bloodtype,
it's so damn good."

"Yuri sometimes drinks coffee when she needs to work late, but you seem to
drink it like water."

"We have like, 5 different coffee makers at home, including an espresso
machine," Syrinx says, "One for a different kind of coffee." With that, she
eats a sliver of oyster meat.

"Ullgh, oh my God!" Kevin gagged, "Honey, how can you EAT oysters?? And
when it's raw?!"

"What? It's hardly different from what merfolk usually eat." Belinda said.

"I like them with a spritz of lemon juice." Merrick said with a smirk while
he picks up a shell, and squeezes the lemon wedge on it.

"Oh my God, please fuckin don't," Kevin whines as he watches Merrick bring
the flayed shell up to his lips, and slurped it down, "ULLGH, I'm gonna be
sick!"

"Scchhlrp!" Syrinx audibly sips down more of the oyster, "Mllmmhh, aw yeah
that's good." She said as she picked up her second macchiato, "I think I'll
wash it down with this."

"Ulgh, are you serious?!" Kevin cringes. His stomach turns upside down as
he sees his girlfriend drink the coffee just after swallowing the oyster
meat, "Fuck, you people are SICK!"

"Oh!" Belinda points a finger up, before sticking out her tongue, and
picking off a black, jagged pearl from it, "I missed one. Silly me." With
that, Belinda takes her current lemon wedge, and sucks it tenderly.

"Oh fuck, I'm so out of here!" Kevin groaned as he staggers around and
leaves.

"But waaaiit! You didn't get to see what we're gonna do with all the round
pearls!"

"I don't wanna know! YOU'RE SIIICK!!" Kevin yelled back from afar.

"Hah. Joke's on him, we're just gonna sell'em." Merrick smirked. Belinda
and Syrinx cackled as they grabbed one of the few remaining oysters.


---NIGHT---


()()()


The gate to the throne opens before Adam walks into the marble room of the
Gods, wearing his blue-jeweled mantle, and billowing sash around his waist,
with a lewd, white-sheen pouch holding his manhood bundled as well as
covering his bottom with tasteful subtlety.

The erotic deity walks to the middle of the bright, circular throne room,
before he knees down on one knee, bows his head down, and plants his fist
to the dead center of the floor.

"Ah. God of Manhood." Comes a deep, mighty voice from the bright light in
front of him, at least 50 feet up in stairs from where Adam is kneeling.

Xerxes sits on the large, gold and white throne in loose, glamorous robes
with one leg over the other, with his head resting on his fist propped up
by an arm of the throne. His body shows that of a very muscular build
draped in his robing, partially exposed. His white hair cut short under his
gilded crown, with a fine layer of facial hair along his jaw as his
platinum eyes look down upon one of his brethren, "I bid you welcome in
anticipation of a request."

"Lord Xerxes," Adam said, "I indeed have a request." Adam stands up, and
looks to his king, "I wish for my Key to my Gate."

Xerxes raises a brow, "Have you lost your Key? Or..." Xerxes narrowed his
eyes, "You wish to just give away such an artifact."

"The latter, my lord." Adam answered, "I wish to find a mortal worthy of
having a Key to my gate."

"Hmph," Xerxes shifted in his seat to lean forward, "You already keep
mortals in your stead. A harem of suitors to fill not just your desires,
but that of your brethren as well." Xerxes leaned back, "You do not need
another Key."

"Those men I keep are merely slaves," Adam said, "They are simply toys to
me, which I return to the mortal realm, unharmed when I see fit."

"For when you grow tired of them, you mean." Xerxes said.

"Nonetheless, they have no place as my property, and I return them in the
timeframe of which they were first taken to my chambers."

"And yet now you say you want a mortal for your own. What difference do you
hope to accomplish by taking a mortal from the land and taking a mortal for
your gate?"

"That, I do not know," Adam said, "I hope to find out by doing so."

"Hmph." Xerxes leers down, "And what makes you so certain I may just give
you this second Key? When I feel inclined to deny you such."

"I am entitled to such a right." Adam replied sternly, "Sol was given one
to let his lover have. Zephyr was granted such too to grant access to his
mortal ally, and Damia as well to give access to the Titania of the
Forest. I have as much as right to a Key as any of our brethren. And it is
not like these Keys can fall into the wrong hands -- no one but the one
designated for the Key may ever use it."

"I am not claiming that you do not deserve the right to your Key, Adam."
Xerxes said, "I am merely stating my reasoning. I do not see why you feel
you need another Key at this time."

"Nor am I asking for you to just give me the Key. I understand the others
must give you something in return for a second Key."

"Yes. If one wishes to obtain something, I require a fair exchange. So..."
Xerxes gave a skeptical smile off the corner of his mouth, "What are YOU
prepared to give, where I to give you another Key?"

Adam smiled as he held his arms open, "The same as the others have given
you -- that of which I am."

"Oh? And what item or favor would you trade? The finest specimen of a man
you can create as a servant? Your own seed for some purpose?"

"I am to give a favor." Adam grinned.

"Hah," Xerxes smirked, "I have bedded few times with you before, Adam. You
have already impressed me thus far. What would you have to offer me what I
have already seen?"

"Would you like to find out~?" Adam's mantle disappears in a slow fading
cloud of gold and blue dust. Xerxes chuckled as he crossed his arms and
leaned back on his throne.

"I am willing. I will be fair in my decision." Xerxes said.

"I am grateful, my Lord..." Adam's sash too crumbles into heavenly glitter,
leaving him in only his revealing undergarment. Adam waked to the flight of
stairs and placed a single foot onto the flight.

"Not discarding everything?" Xerxes asked glancing at the round bulge
between Adam's thighs. Adam smiled up at him.

"I am not offering my seed, Lord Xerxes." With what seems like a blur, Adam
stands before the king of the gods -- this time, Xerxes is completely
naked, without so much as moving a muscle to strip to nothing in a blink of
an eye. Xerxes chuckled as Adam sat on his lap, and kissed along his strong
neck.

"You know you never must bargain bed with me," Xerxes mumbled as Adam
cuddled him, closer as Xerxes' strong hands felt along Adam's perfect body,
cradling and hugging him gently, "I still see no point in this request, or
the trade itself."

"Out of respect for you, my lord." Adam said, "I have always held back what
I can do."

"Hah, oh?" Xerxes asked.

"You have only had my mount." Adam said before giving a tender kiss onto
Xerxes' lips, "You know how I like to say I turn men into boys? Hahaha, as
if I actually revert their age."

"Do tell, God of Manhood." Xerxes said, playing along as he held from
rolling his eyes.

"To be more precise..." Adam's hand dipped down, and held Xerxes' fat,
heavy balls. The larger king inhaled, and hugged out a small cloud as
Adam's hand tingles richly within his divine testicles, "I make them feel
like virgins... Forget everything they ever knew about making love or
bedding with another..."

Adam's hand rolls and massages Xerxes' huge smooth, large nuts, cupping
them firmly and pulling them carefully. Xerxes moans as he rolls his head
back as his mighty penis started to rise. Adam smiles as he glides his hand
up the underside of that huge cock, leaving a trail of light from the touch
that followed Adam's hand.

"Oh! Hoh!" Xerxes gasped as sheer intensity ran along the underside with
Adam's palm.

"As if someone is touching it for the first time... And I take it to a
higher plane." Adam said as he gives Xerxes' soft member a firm squeeze,
before rubbing his hand onto the swelling glands and fondling the mushroom
head like he was polishing his member with light itself.

"AHh... Nnhhh~" Xerxes moans with his legs spread out as his own godhood
stands fully erect, while Adam rubs that divine rod with both hands, giving
a thorough massage to that massive cock.

Adam grips that huge rod with both hands, his energy pouring into it like
the finest oil human money can buy. Xerxes sighs and relaxes, before giving
a gasp and a moan as his erect, golden shaft started to curve in stance,
rays of light beaming around the throne, dancing on the platform of the
stairs as Adam caressed that heavy god-log with one turn, and then racing
his hands up and down with the other.

"Cradle my balls..." Xerxes requested. Adam nibbles on that thick, hard
neck as he moves his hands downward, and cupped onto each of the king's
testicles -- both orbs filling Adam's palms. "Oooohhhh!" Xerves moans as he
tilts his head back, scooting his godly ass down on the gold cushion as he
spreads his legs as his dick bobbed from the movement, "Please do not
stop..."

Adam nuzzled the god's cheek before planting a kiss there, his hands
rolling those mighty, tender orbs around in their sack, veins of light
radiating from Xerxes' cock as a halo of sheen illuminates from the
mushroom head.

"Ahh... Ngghh..." Xerxes grips the handrails of his throne tightly as he
undulates his lower body to curve his member up and down, his head turning
side to side as those hands' power spark and surge into his testicles. Adam
can feel those heavy balls grow tighter as they try to elevate up, so he
puts his magic hands onto those almighty thighs as he lets those nuts
settle down.

Adam then kneels down, and nears his face to the throbbing, meaty scepter
of his king, and gives a single, deft lick on the underside of the head.

"AHHH!" The entire throne room explodes in a massive flash of light. Xerxes
roars with weak and strong satisfaction as shining milk surges from his
cock! His moans shake the nearby heavens, his member shooting splash after
splash of his majestic essence.

In the short moment of divine intensity, Xerxes can hardly pant as Adam
licks around the still erect cock, drinking every drop of the heavenly
seed, "Delicious... Finished with me already, my lord? I felt like doing a
little more." Xerxes pants gently as his large member softens quickly,
looking down as Adam fondles and massages the massive muscle.

"I was perhaps wanting to worship your rear, Lord Xerxes." Adam
says as he handles that large, kingly meat, "Or use some Oil of the Muses
to give your back the kneading it deserves. Or else I could kiss you for 7
days without-"

"That is enough." Xerxes said sternly. Adam looks to him, "I have made my
decision. I did say I would be fair..."

Adam blinks as he stands up. He furrowed his brow as he moves his hips
around a little, before looking down at his crotch. He digs into his
heavenly pouch, and smirks as he peers in. Tied around his penis and the
base of his balls alike is a glittering chain, along with a shiny, angelic
key nestled under Adam's heavy scrotum.

He giggles as he takes the key with one hand, and begins to uncoil the
divine platinum around from his genitals. "You have my gushing gratitude,
Lord Xerxes."

"You had better not make me regret giving you this Key." Xerxes says, "I
still do not understand your want or need for it, but I've kept my word."

"Thank you." Adam gestures respectfully, and turns to walk away from the
throne, to find himself at the bottom of the stairs in a blur. As he walks,
his royal attire manifest in a flurry of blue, white, and gold dust around
his body. He quirks and tosses his arm to make the chain whip around his
wrist, before the key flies around accordingly, and settles on the overside
of his hand as a bracelet.

He exits the throne, and leaves with his determination to find whatever it
is he is planning to find... What will that golden boy with sapphire eyes
have to offer?


~~~


Merrick sits on his bed as the ship rocks gently. His eyes stay fixed on
the hidden plank of the floor, where he stores his quartz rod and a small
bottle of oil, as well as a new cloth. His gut swims with dread-traced
nothingness.

His body is encased in tightly tied clothing, crushed velvet vest with a
silken shirt and pants, also coated in a regal robe of silver and blue.

He touches the jeweled shell brooch at the top of his shirt, the old
talisman of protection his mother gave him when he was a child. Once again,
he returns home, and all he can think about is going back to the volatile
promise of the ocean's attitude. Why can't he stay a young boy forever? How
has it come to this? Coming of age, and forced to take orders...

Why does he...


()()()


"Hhhhhh... Nnn..." Adam inhales deeply as his eyes pull open slowly. His
body stretches forward a little as he peers into the bedroom faintly
illuminated. The lamp behind him has been switched on. He turns around and
rests his face on the pillow. His first greeting is that of Merrick's
beautiful, perfect bubble butt. He hears some clicking as Merrick adjusts
an armlet girded with several scallop shells.

"Lessee... Ok..."

"Babe?" Adam said weakly,
prompting Merrick to look behind him.

"Oh Adam. Did I wake you?"

"I guess..." Adam turns around and lies on his stomach as his eyes grow
heavy again, "Why are you getting dressed up in that?"

"I gotta take Arnaav back to the Kenovani pod." Merrick answered, turning
back to equipping his sharktooth crossbelts.

"What time is it even?" Adam whines as he crawls to the nightstand, and
look at his phone. "It's 4AM. Merrick, come back to bed." He said as he
reaches up to tug on his lover while resting his eyelids.

"No, Adam, I have to take him now." He said.

"For God's sake, why?"

"I got up out of bed because I heard some noise, and I found Arnaav trying
to do some kind of homework. I found that he was sweating, though. He's out
of time."

"Take him in the morning..." Adam said half-muffled, "He'll be fine."

"I can't take that risk. Besides, I've got business to attend to, and it
can't wait."

"Mmnnnnn." Adam moaned stubbornly.

"Here, I was gonna leave this for you to read." Merrick said as he picked
up a rose and a piece of paper, and gave it to Adam. Adam groans as he sits
up, and takes the note.

"... `Adam, I'm taking Arnaav back to the sea - he's starting to sweat, and
that's not good. I'll be back in a few days or so, please tell Nick I won't
be in for work for a while. Love, Merrick'." Adam turns onto his back,
"`P.S., I'm only kidding, you'll find me buck naked and splayed out over
the table, tied up so I can't move while you fuck my ass over and over
again'."

"What?" Merrick turns his head, "I didn't write
THAT."

"I know, I'm putting what it SHOULD say."

"Ghh," Merrick chuckles as he gets up and walks around the bed, "This is
merfolk stuff, Adam." He kneels down, and looks Adam in the eyes, "I'll be
back as soon as I can."

"Mnnn ok." Adam complied as his eyes remain 90% closed, too tired to argue.

"Can I have a kiss?" Merrick asked lightly. Adam smiles as his eyes close
again as he puckered his lips. Merrick kissed him once, twice, and a third
time, "I love you."

"Love you too..." Adam trailed off. Merrick glances, and then spots a
band-aid on Adam's shoulder, "What's this?" He asked while softly feeling
it. 

"Hm?" Adam looks, and then slumps his head
back, "Oh, just something from work.

"What happened?"

"Nothing. Just stupid business." He mumbled.

"Ok... Goodnight, babe..."

"Good nigh..." Adam digs his arm under the pillow, and tucks back in.

Merrick gets up and turns off the lamp. He takes his harpoon, and leaves
the bedroom. He walks in, and sees the small lamp on the kitchen table,
with Arnaav slumped over the mahogany with a pencil and a paper journal,
still trying to practice writing the letter `A' and the letter `I' in
Hiragana. "Are you ready, Arnaav?"

"Almost. I have a few squares left on `I'." He said, trying to focus. His
equipment has been hastily put on, crooked and misaligned. Merrick comes
over, and looks at the page.

"Arnaav, your writing is going outside the print. You're too exhausted to
write."

"I-I can't stop, please..." Arnaav groaned, his hands slumping the pencil.

"It will be here for you to study when you come back." Merrick said firmly,
"You need to go back into the ocean, or you won't last much longer."

"Orrrhhhgggg," Arnaav whined stubbornly as Merrick guides his arm away from
the table.

"There we go, come on." He said, "Off the chair, on your feet." With a
half-sleeping otter boy being steered to the glass sliding door, Merrick
makes his way back to the sea...