Sea Slimes

"I couldn't resist," she hissed, her hands crawling over Larya's shoulders and down under her robes. "Seeing you, so tasty and...mmm!"

Larya's half-hearted protestations died into little squeaks as she felt the slender hands working her breasts, tickling, squeezing, rubbing. She looked up at Nerka's cute face. The mermaid look positively rapturous, her eyes half-closed, giving a low purr. "I've gotta have you...oh...before you go..."

Larya gave an especially loud squeak as the fingers picked up their efforts. She heard the haggling stop for a moment, and gulped. She was trying to stay quiet, but Nerka's attentions were making it very, very difficult.

"So hot," Nerka rasped in her ear, "taking you...right under their noses...I'm gonna—"

Sucking in a deep breath, Larya leaned up and gave Nerka's perky nipple a long, sensous lick.

Instantly, the mermaid was lying on the ground, mewling. Larya gave a low growl of lust as the hands left her breasts. She sat up and descended on Nerka, licking her breasts, her neck, smothering the mermaid with kisses.

Merfolk did not actually possess sexual organs, but, like almost all fey, they could still have orgasms. Merfolk achieved theirs through hypersensitivity—their entire bodies, save their hands and tails, were more sensitive to attention than any wet pussy or hard cock.

Larya put her hands on Nerka's naked breasts and started kneading them roughly, massaging them. She took the mermaid in a passionate kiss, stifling the mermaid's cries with her piercing, questing tongue.

In mere moments, the mermaid was shaking uncontrollably, inches from orgasm. Larya savored the mermaid's desperate moans as she sped up her efforts further, flicking and twisting Nerka's nipples with one hand and caressing her cheek with the other. Even this simple touch elicited a loud whimper from the mermaid.

The mermaid seemed to have been soundly unprepared for such a brutal assault, and her climax was thunderous. Within moments, she was thrashing and jerking violently in Larya's unyielding grip, screaming her bliss into the kiss.

Larya broke off the kiss, clasped her hand over the mermaid's sensitive lips to block the orgasmic cries, and started kissing Nerka's neck, cooing nonsense words to soothe the pleasure-stricken fey.

At last the thrashing ceased. Larya's hand crept away from Nerka's mouth, but she didn't stop kissing.

Panting, Nerka put her hand on Larya's shoulder. "That..." she gasped, "that...ooh...um, you can—aah—stop now." Larya continued kissing and nibbling at the mermaid's sensitized neck. "You can—can...can, um...oh, god..."

Larya smiled slyly as the mermaid started moaning. Her hands returned to their task, stroking around Nerka's breasts and brushing over her lips, keeping her overwhelmed with pleasure—but still unable to make a sound louder than a gasp.

"I'm not letting you go that easy," she teased, tongue flicking in Nerka's ear. "Where's that famous mermaid stamina?"

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Two hours later, the rain had finally ceased.

Snatch glared at Mylio. "It's daylight robbery."

"It's all we can afford to pay," the merman snapped, wrenching out his sodden red hair. Which seemed a bit pointless to Snatch, come to think of it.

"Two trinkets for a kill job on an unknown foe?"

"Two priceless artifacts from the White Onyx. For something that won't even attack you." Mylio waved a hand dismissively. "Just your pet whore."

Snatch rapped his scythe's handle against the rock. "She's my...ally," he said, through gritted teeth. "For now. And if she gets killed by some rape-happy monster, you've cost me dear."

Mylio sighed, rolling his eyes. "We will pay you an extra chest of gold if she dies."

Snatch's eyes bulged. Inwardly, he considered it—one chest? No, definitely two or three. Larya had her uses. "Four chests. And..." His head tilted. "Your trident."

"My what?"

Snatch's eyes narrowed. "You heard me."

Mylio looked at his trident, stunned. "Wh-why would you want this?" He looked like a little child being forced to give up his favorite toy.

"I don't." Snatch grimaced. "But I think it'll ensure you tag along and make sure she stays out of harm's way. Saves me from having to look after her."

For a moment, Mylio looked livid. His hands clenched around the trident. His dark turquoise eyes shone with malice.

Then, oddly enough, it passed. He suddenly seemed calm. His hands relaxed. His eyes returned to normal. He even gave a little smirk. "So be it. I will personally guarantee the land wh—the...Larya's safety. If she dies, the trident is yours."

Snatch frowned. He was good at reading people, and Mylio had a plan.

Then again, what did it matter? Fey were bound by their word.

Snatch offered his hand to shake. After a moment, Mylio accepted it. With two fingers, as if he wanted to touch as little of Snatch as possible.

Snatch immediately yanked his hand away. It was done. "Larya!" he called. "Damn it, are you off—oh, there you are."

Larya had just emerged from behind the boulder. Her dark hair was somewhat unkempt, and her bright eyes had a familiar sparkle to them. "Sorry!" she chirped. "Just showing Nerka a seashell I found!"

"Hmph." Snatch didn't much care who Larya fucked, but he did care who knew it. He glanced at the merman beside him.

Thankfully, Mylio didn't seem to be quite as quick on the uptake when a very frazzled-looking Nerka came around the corner. The mermaid's perfect white braids were entangled, her entire body was glistening with sweat, and she was currently rubbing a part of her neck Snatch was pretty sure had a hickey. "yes!" she gasped, then straightened—leaning conspicuously on Larya's shoulder. "Yes. It was a nice seashell."

Mylio shrugged, already turning away. "I care not for your childish hobbies, woman. Come. We have settled on a price."

"Oh, g-good!" Still looking and sounding a bit dazed, Nerka slithered over. "You did get 'im down to one artifar...artififif...treasure thing, right?"

Mylio let out a low growl.

Snatch suppressed a laugh, exchanging a look with Larya. Larya beamed. "I thought haggling might be easier if his partner was, uh, 'occupied'."

Snatch shrugged, turning away. Sometimes the druidess wasn't all useless.

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Goblin's Note: To be continued! :D

Coming up in this series: Jellyfish jigglers, slimy seductresses, manta merman mounters, and character development exploring the early relationship and contrast between Larya the druidess and Snatch (/Alrek) the thief!

But probably mostly the other stuff. We're here to have fun, after all! ^.^