#nsft MerMay

[rs-hawk]

MerMay: Day Ten

Pania of the Reef

Gen!AFAB reader x Male!Shifter

When you were a child, you lived next door to a Māori woman who told you the story of Pania and Karitoki. The beautiful sea maiden and her human husband. How her love for a mortal man nearly cost her her divine form, and how his betrayal had locked her to the waters forever, never able to return to land or to him. Mrs. More, who always told you to just call her that, though you'd never met her husband, told you the story as you grew up.

That story was what inspired you to go to New Zealand in the first place. Well, that and Mrs. More's death. She had been like a grandmother to you, and you wanted to feel closer to her. As you travelled around Napier, you loved seeing the references to Pania and her story. Every time you did, you felt a little closer to Mrs. More.

"Are you here for the boat tour?" a handsome man with a deep complexion asked when he saw you reading over the plaque next to Pania's statue.

"I'm thinking about it," you said, looking up at him. "Does it talk about Pania?"

"It does," he nodded, a slight smile on his face. "And her husband a bit, but we also talk about her son, Moremore. We draw connections between the old tales and the wildlife of the area. You can't understand the present without understanding the past."

So, you went on the boat tour, listening to the incredibly handsome man talk. Admittedly, you had a bit of a hard time focusing on much of what he was talking about because he was just so handsome. Your eyes travelled his exposed skin, drinking in the wide variety of tattoos on his body. He caught you looking at him, making you flush, but you couldn't help yourself from doing it again, trying to do so when he wasn't looking.

Once the tour ended, he walked over to you, his smirk deepened as he did. "Did you enjoy the tour?"

"Yes. it was great. Thank you," you muttered, a pink tinge coloring your face.

"I know that it seems like a tragic story, but it does have a sort of happy ending. She at least got to keep her son and be with her people, you know? Karitoki betrayed her and could have killed her by trying to feed her the morsel of cooked food. What kind of husband risks his wife's life like that?" he shook his head, sighing as he leaned back against the boat's interior.

"Most mothers would rather spend the rest of eternity with their child than with a man that risked killing them, no matter how much they loved him," you agreed.

He mused, looking out over the water, a thoughtful look on his face. "I think that you're right. At least out there she was surrounded by people who love her."

"And didn't risk killing her," you added.

He nodded again, turning to look at you with a smile again. The two of you kept chatting even as the sun began to dip under the horizon. The next morning, after having spent all night in your hotel room thinking about him, you take another tour. His smile brightened when he saw you. Once again, you waited for him to approach you.

The two of you went for a swim. He was excellent, which you reason is because he grew up next to the sea. After a little while, he smiled as he swam over to you, where you were sitting on the edge of the dock to a break. There was a mischievous glint in his dark eyes.

"Want to see something that no one will believe if you tell them?" he asked, his voice dropping low.

A soft giggle passed your lips. "Sure."

In a blinding light, where he had been floating in the water, was suddenly a shark. On instinct, you yelped, pulling your feet out of the water. The shark swam right up to you as you frantically looked around for the tour guide. The shark stared at you, seemingly almost grinning. It made your skin crawl. A fish shouldn't be able to look like that. In another blinding light, the shark was gone, back to being replaced with the man.

"Sorry, sorry. Your reaction was just so funny. I knew whatever you did would be hilarious," he laughed, looking up at you. You looked down at him as he treaded water, stunned and unsure of what to say.

"Are you... Moremore?" you asked, confused, your voice tentative.

Another laugh burst from his lips as he grabbed onto the edge of the dock, hoisting himself up beside you. "What? No way. I'm just a sea shifter, but I did move here in part because of him. I came here to feel closer to someone like me."

"I came here to feel closer to someone I lost," you said, your smile faltering slightly before you looked down at your hands, folded in your lap.

"I don't know nay other sea shifters. I was adopted into a human family," he said, looking out over the water. "That's part of why I love Pania and Moremore. No matter what, she has her son, and he has her. He doesn't loose her."

"yours may have been doing what was best for you," you said, reaching over to interlace your fingers with his.

Another smile slowly crept back across his face as he looked over you with interested eyes. "Maybe."

The two of you spent the rest of the night talking, and before the end of it, his lips were on yours. He tasted like saltwater and seaweed, and his hands were cool like the ocean in the early morning as he teased the swell of your breasts as his hands slid underneath your damp shirt. His tongue was rough, but not unpleasantly so as he slid it into your mouth. You parted your lips for him, and with the sounds of the ocean behind you, you had this feeling that you were right where you were supposed to be.

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[cryptid-maihem]

A new post starring: Censor-Fish! Just kidding, it’s mer-Hank. If you want to see the uncensored version, you’ll have to head on over to my tw-🐦-r. Backgrounds and Body hair are not my forte unfortunately. And well…neither are mermen or merpeople in general. But I wanted to do something Hank or Hankcon related for Mermay. I’ve been struggling with my health and mental health for quite a few years now, along with the fact that I haven’t had a good space to work in. I still don’t, actually, and I feel like no progress is being made. Like I’m running in place. I got four plywood walls and a tiny window, it’s kind of hard not to feel helpless. Especially since I can’t work because of my health, and I’m in no place life-speaking, or talent-speaking to take commissions. Oh gosh that got depressing. Well, moving on, head on over to my 🐦 (if you’re old enough to view ad*lt content that is) and enjoy the full uncensored view!

[monstersflashlight]

merman who cannot breathe out of water and also has a suffocation kink, he gets off on being on land and gasping for air

Choking on air for you

Merman x gn!reader || oral sex, asphyxiation kink

When you first encountered the merman, you thought he was some kind of death induced vision. Your boat just crashed and you weren’t the best swimmer, your body was sinking alongside the rest of the ship, and you couldn’t reach the surface fast enough. But then you saw him in front of you, a vision… or so you thought.

Since that day many things have happened. Like learning how to communicate with a creature that can’t be out of water much without suffocating. Like learning how cock-pockets work and how weirdly-fantastic merman dicks are. Like learning how freakishly long underwater monster’s tongue is.

And that’s exactly how you find yourself sitting on a rock, half of your body submerged as he eats you out like a champion. His tongue is reaching so far inside of you, your eyes are crossing. You are half in heaven when you open your eyes half a second to see his upper body out of the water, face red and gills moving. You let out a cry and it distracts him long enough to submerge himself and your lower body.

“What the fuck, dumbass?! You could have suffocated!” You scream, your pulse fast and erratic as you look down at a very embarrassed merman.

“I… I won’t. I just…” He’s flushed to the hairline, his pale-blue skin getting darker all over and making your anger dissipate completely.

Then it clicks. He likes it. He likes to be out of breath. “You like it… You are a kinky pervert!” You sound chirpy as you say it, taking a big breath and jumping in the water to kiss his half open mouth.

It doesn’t take long for the kiss to get heated and for you to need to get back up for air. But this time he follows, helping you back onto the rock and resuming his eating. Your eyes are rolling back into your head, your hips rolling against his lips as his face gets redder and his eyes get glassy.

By the time the orgasm crashes over you, he’s gone down and up a couple times, there’s tears rolling down his cheeks and he looks hotter than ever. You scream your release and grab his hair, holding him above water as he struggles to breathe and his mouth opens obscenely.

“Come,” you tell him. He lets out a tiny whimper as his body shakes and you see his seed obscuring the water around his middle, releasing his neck and letting him go underwater with a whorish moan.

[lazy4honey]

Deep Sea Date

Contains: deep sea merman x kraken hybrid(?) fem reader, bloody, possibly vore, two p, ovipositor tentacle, mutual penetration, breeding with small eggs, NSFW & MDNI

The eternal glow of neon lights illuminates the deep sea city nestled in the seemingly bottomless ravine and its bustling inhabitants like a gentle embrace, attracting all kinds of bioluminescent creatures and monsters, inviting them to join this never ending night of revelry and intimate entanglements.

As void kraken, you are naturally excited by this mass of colorful lights. It makes your tentacles pulse with heat and your suckers emit a faint glow as you pass by the various brightly colored signs of all kinds of shops and venues on your way to your date.

This is why you came to the deep sea city — to find yourself a mate and breed with them.

You’ve agreed to meet at his apartment, on the thirteenth floor of a rather dim cemented sand and shell fragment tower. He opens his door to you and invites you in with a shy smile, his shark-like tail painted with fluorescent patterns nervously flicking back and forth. You greet him with an ardent kiss, enjoying the feeling of his sharp teeth grazing your tongue, and with that he manages to calm down a bit.

His apartment is quite cozy. Seaweed curtains, seagrass blankets, moss pillows, and large stone hewn furniture fill the big rooms, offering enough space for a long tail or a mass of tentacles to comfortably stretch out. Bioluminescent sea anemones, starfish, corals, and tiny sea slugs serve as lighting, and the bloody scent of freshly hunted prey makes your stomach growl.

He takes your hand and leads you to sit down at the low table, eagerly swinging his tail to serve you the carefully chosen prey. You chat as you eat, expanding on topics mentioned during your previous dates. It is a delight talking with him, and you enjoy it so much you don’t even realize what your tentacles are doing until he suddenly moans mid sentence.

Your face heats up and you quickly retrieve your naughty tentacles from his cloaca, but he grabs one. He bites his lips and gently scratches your tentacle as he looks at you. It is a silent invitation to go further.

The tip of your tentacle curls slightly, hooking around his finger in tacit agreement.

He grins, his sharp teeth glinting in the faint, colorful light as he raises your tentacle and gently bites the tip. You feel his teeth sink into the squishy flesh and his tongue brush against it, the licking sending pleasurable shivers along your tentacle and up your spine, making your tentacles twitch.

The cold water of the deep sea seems to heat up as you move closer and cling to him. His tail curls around you, letting your tentacles coil around him and adhere to him with your suckers.

You press close, skin against skin, and gently kiss along his neck, feeling his pulse beneath your lips. There is a carefully restrained desire of wanting to bite him, wanting to drink his blood and devour his flesh so you can become one and never part. Raising your head to gaze into his eyes, you see the same desire, that same crazed feeling of wishing to meld together. It makes your hearts pound with joy; how wonderful that he is the same as you.

You lean up to kiss him. It starts as a playful peck and quickly becomes a frenzied entanglement of tongues and teeth, permeating the water with the scent of both your blood. You repeatedly swallow, completely turned on by his taste and the mutual desire.

He caresses your tentacles as you kiss, drawing circles around your glowing suckers. His long nails lightly scratch at the soft yet tough flesh, flicking and pinching the protrusions as his hand wanders down towards the tip. Your tentacle hooks around his hand and grinds against his palm, seeking more stimulation. By chance, he grabbed your ovipositor tentacle, which is now swelling with desire and gradually showing its normally hidden ridges, eager to penetrate him and pump his trunk full with eggs.

At the same time, you grab his other hand and lead it to your bottom. Your mantle cavity flares with your muscle contractions, easily allowing him to reach your pussy. His long fingernails scrape against the soft opening and the tender flesh surrounding it, teasingly inserting a slender finger and wriggling it a little before retreating again. The sensation is electrifying, spreading from your pussy into your hearts and tentacles and invading your mind.

You moan into his biting kiss, unable to resist pressing yourself into his hands. Your tentacles tangle with his tail and tightly wrap around his waist, repeatedly caressing his fins and chest and abdomen and leaving dark hickeys all over him with your suckers.

He groans and his shark-like tail flicks with fervor as his cloaca opens, two fully erect, long dicks springing forth. The scent of his arousal spreads thrpugh the water and makes your pussy clench, your ovipositor tentacle already squelching with lubricating slime in preparation for breeding him with your eggs. He pulls his hand out of your mantle cavity, repositions you, and then eases his pair of cocks into you.

You hum and gasp as he fills you, meaningless sounds spilling from your mouth by his finned ear while you clench around him. He has the perfect size, like he was made for you, stretching you so well you feel like you’re about to float away.

Looking down, you can see the outline of his two cocks in your mantle cavity. It is a most stimulating sight that makes you squeeze your pussy, prompting him to moan and tighten his grip on your tentacles. His back arches as he pushes deeper into you, wanting to cram his entire length inside your tight pussy and fill you with his seed 'til it overflows.

You grab his shoulders and slam down on him, taking his two cocks in one fast thrilling stroke that makes both of you twitch with pleasure. Squelching and sucking echo in the water, the scents of blood and lust arousing your monstrous instincts to claim and consume, every point of contact a source of pleasure to your enthralled mind and body. His moans are music to your ears, an affirmation and an encouragement to keep going, to take him even more deeply.

Like electric tides, you feel the tips of his cocks press into your womb where your eggs are kept, repeatedly penetrating that narrow opening and pushing the thousands of small, soft eggs aside to make room for him. And then he comes. His cock pulses inside you, and cum spurts into your womb, engulfs your eggs and spills out of your throbbing pussy. You flutter around his lengths and passionately milk him, ramming him deep inside you again and again.

His tail throbs as you squeeze him dry, cocks still erect with arousal and brood pouch contracting, eager to be filled to the brim with your eggs. You shift slightly, making some space between the two of you for your ovipositor tentacle to probe into his cloaca. Your tentacles caress his fins, rubbing and sucking them like a distraction, while your ovipositor stuffs itself bit by bit into his tight, hot opening.

He groans and bites your shoulder. You can feel him swallow your blood as you enter him, his cocks still buried deep inside you twitching like he’s about to cum again, and only your affection for him prevents you from directly ramming your ovipositor down his channel and pounding into him like he’s just some toy.

The moment you’re fully buried inside him, you can’t hold back anymore. Your womb contracts, locking his cocks within you, unable to retreat, and your tentacles throb as the eggs surge into your ovipositor.

Thousands of small, soft eggs are pumped through the narrow channel. They gush into him, pressing against the walls of his brood pouch and quickly stretching him. Despite being so small, the eggs quickly fill him up and make his belly bulge, and his cocks twitch and throb, reaching another orgasm through the exhilarating stimulation of being bred.

Him in you and you in him, harmoniously locked together through his cocks and your ovipositor, gnawing at each other as your pleasure peaks and falls like crashing waves.

He swells with your eggs, filled to the brim and stretched taut by your brood, and your throbbing ovipositor pumps the leftover lubricating slime into him as you revel in the afterglow of your orgasm.

When you pull out, slime and eggs uncontrollably gush from his cloaca. They brush against the base of his sensitive cocks, making him tremble and moan. He clings to you and you soothingly rub his back and bulging trunk, enjoying this moment of quietude together.

The scent of bloody lust gradually disperses, and the waters calm down. You kiss gently and slowly as you hug and lie down together, happily cradling his heavy brood pouch.

From now on, you’ll be taking care of him. For as long as you can.

[rs-hawk]

MerMay: Day Fourteen

The Mermaid Wife

“I would never trap you like that,” you mumbled against your lover’s skin.

“I know,” she whined, her head titling to the side of give you better access to the sensitive skin of her neck.

Your hands wandered lower, sliding up the shirt of yours that she was wearing to reveal her gorgeous, fat breasts. Her skin tasted like salt water and sweat as you left messy, desperate kisses along her skin.

“But I do wish you’d stay,” the words left you in an almost pathetic whine.

“I know,” she repeated, her breathing heavy as your hands began to grope and play with her chest.

"But I won't make you. I'd never steal your sealskin," your words were coming out rushed, desperate, as your lips fell lower and lower on her body.

Your hot mouth wrapped around one of her nipples, drawing another moan from her perfectly parted lips. Her fingers scrambled to find purchase in your hair, tangling there, begging without words for you to come closer. Without words still, you wrapped your arms around her waist, burying your face further in her chest. That was when you switched breasts, eliciting another eager moan from her.

"I, I don't have anyone else," she whined as your fingers dipped lower, teasing her wet folds, dragging your fingers along them.

"Me either," you mumbled against her skin as you eased her down onto her back.

Her legs fell open under you, her core glistening with arousal like morning dew. Your eyes slid down her body, drinking in the way she was already coming undone for you. Her slightly rounded cheeks were flushed a soft pink, her full lips parted just enough to reveal her pink tongue. Her thighs trembled as her core pulsed dully.

“But I’d never make you stay with me either,” you added after the extended moment of silence before you cage her in with your body.

She nodded under you, looking up with needy eyes. A low chuckle escaped your throat as you grinded against her slowly, your clit sliding against hers. What can only be described as a puppy-like whine left her lips.

“There’s my good girl,” you cooed, stroking her hair as you pulled her legs up to your waist so you could better press against each other.

As the two of you drew pleasure from each other, under the light of the Midsommer Moon, her sea creature skin, and the story book titled “The Mermaid Wife”, lay discarded on the beach’s sand.

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[cloudcrimeart]

remembered i have a mermaid oc for mermay

[monstersflashlight]

hiii i keep thinking about merman bf… and what if reader was on their period and was dealing with some cramping pain so merman bf brings them to a nice hot spring near a island or something and reader mentions along with the heat of the water pleasure could also help….

Soft cuddles and hot water

Merman x fem!reader || hurt/comfort, teasing, fingering

You never thought you’d have to explain to a merman what happens when a woman gets her period, but still… here you are. He’s looking paler and paler with each passing second. It’s almost comical the way his eyes are expanding and he’s looking at you as if he’s about to cry in your behalf.

You never thought that’s how your day was going to go, you woke up with usual cramps and grumbled about it, your relationship is so new he had never encountered the period situation until this moment. And he looks horrified by the fact that some humans bleed for days once a month.

“How can I help?” He asks as soon as you finish explaining. His tail is shaking under him in the swallow water.

You smile up at him, your heart feeling too big for your chest as he fusses over you. “Just… cuddle with me? Warmth and pain-pills usually do the trick,” you explain.

He looks at you with a big grin. “Warmth? I… I know a place. Can I take you there? Can you move? Do I need to carry you?” The worry in his face is heartwarming enough, but you nod, slipping into the water with him.

He swims next to you, holding you close in the deepest parts. When he finally stops, your body is beyond tired but you smile at him either way. He’s just so cute you can’t avoid it.

“Here, here!” He exclaims, almost throwing you over his shoulder to swim in a circle of rocks, and the second you step inside, warmth engulfs your body and you groan.

“Fuck, that feels nice.” You slip into his lap, letting him cradle you against his body.

You float in the warm water for what feels like hours, your body feeling boneless against his, your insides twisting in burning arousal as his fingers find the apex of your thighs. He whispers sweet words against your ear as you hum in agreement to whatever he says, not caring about a thing but the feel of his fingers against your warm flesh.

You have a total of two seconds of self-doubt before his fingers are pinching your clit, and you are shivering in his arms. He shushes you as his fingers slip inside, his warm scales under your legs make you feel everything and more.

It’s a low shimmer, the way he builds your pleasure until your eyes are closed and your ass is rubbing against his dick. He groans, finger-fucking you harder, faster. You are losing your mind. He rubs the heel of his hand against your clit, his fingers curling to hit your G-spot… And you explode.

You feel him rubbing up onto your ass until there’s warm come hitting your ass, rapidly washed away by the water. He kisses your forehead as you fall asleep on top of him, the warm water and good orgasms perfect combination for pain-relief.

[lazy4honey]

A Mangrove Tale

This is longer than I anticipated (still kinda short) and I also unexpectedly got really into it while writing, so I hope the logic holds up… uh, anyway, hope you enjoy! :)

Contains: mangrove dryad x mangrove merfolk reader, heat, dub-con, tentacles(kinda), big 🍆, lots of 💦, belly bulge, cumflation, creampie, rough, multiple rounds and multiple orgasms, some aftercare, NSFW & MDNI

Tall seagrass swayed with the current of the tides and tickled your belly as you swam. Your long tail shimmered beautifully in the sun-flooded water of the ancient mangrove forest, drawing some heated gazes. Pleased with the attention, you smiled and rubbed your tail against the stilt roots of a tree, leaving a pheromone-charged scent note for your potential mates.

Then the roots suddenly moved. Stunned by the unexpected turn of events, you were yanked out of the water and hung upside down before a huge face formed by the grey wood of the mangrove tree. You saw it squint and raise its brows at you, and then the world spun once more as the root tossed you up and you got caught by a few branches, the flexible wood gliding over your sleek and shiny scales as it rolled you around in an examination-like manner.

“What are you doing?! Put me down!” You shouted at the tree, but it was either dumb or plainly didn’t speak merfolk as it obviously didn’t understand you. Rather, it seemed intrigued, curiously holding you closer.

You swallowed and fell silent. Compared to the ancient mangrove dryad, you, this young mer person, were actually really small, almost tiny. But such extreme size differences were normal in the world of merfolk; what was unusual was getting turned on by the wooden gaze of a tree!

‘It must be my heat,’ you thought. It was mating season and you wanted to fuck, your cloaca already itchy from your pent up lust, so even if you went for a dryad… it was normal, right?

Still busy justifying your feeling to yourself, you didn’t notice the mangrove dryad’s movements until you found yourself face to face with what looked like a roughly created copy of you. Made of the tree’s grey wood, yellow blossoms bloomed in its ‘hair’ like little stars, and although the entire appearance was somewhat dull, it still carried that spiritedness unique to living beings.

It took you into its arms, and the branches formed a nest of wood and leaves that was half lowered into the water, allowing you to keep your tail moist.

The wooden copy caressed your hair and cheek, and gave you a stiff smile. At the same time, fine tendrils sprouted from the surrounding branches and tangled with your tail and limbs. They poked and pinched here and there, making your breathing all disordered and your body burn with heat.

Once you were a twisting and whimpering mess begging to fuck, the dryad seemed satisfied. The wooden copy smiled, and some tendrils and flowering branches came together, somehow giving shape to a phallic thing glistening with nectar. It pressed the wooden dick’s tip against your engorged, slightly open cloaca, and easily plunged inside.

The abrupt fullness made you scream with pleasure. You clung to the wooden copy as the dryad’s temporary cock rammed into you, quickly pulling out only to thrust back in just as swiftly, fucking you with such speed that you felt your insides heat up from the friction. Helpless against this onslaught yet ecstatic with pleasure, melodious moans gradually heightening in pitch spilled from your mouth and echoed over the quiet mangrove forest’s water.

Your hole fluttered around the dryad’s cock as you came. Your tail and fingers twitched, and you felt like you were about to turn into sea foam and float away from bliss.

The mangrove dryad’s wooden copy of yourself observed your expression as you orgasmed. It saw your eyes roll back, saw you cry as you came, saw your chest heave as you returned from your high… and it also saw you unhappily pout and squirm upon realizing the dryad’s cock made of wood and tendrils had actually stopped moving. You scratched at the stupid thing and your tail slapped against the shallow water in the leafy nest, demanding for it to continue. The just pacified heat was now coming back, rising quickly and irritating you.

Unfortunately, the next time it moved, the dryad actually pulled out!

Just as you thought you were about to be dumped after just one round, you saw the dryad’s cock… grow bigger. It secreted a viscous nectar that dripped onto your tail, and once more rubbed against your entrance, the tip alone already making you feel full when it pressed inside.

The dryad slowly penetrated you with its makeshift plant dick, letting you feel each and every ridge as it scraped against your soft walls and teasingly poked at various spots. Rubbing here and there, thrusting lightly as if to start another round only to quickly stop again, slicking up your entire cloaca with its fragrant nectar and swelling a little more in size to make you tightly envelop its huge length. It made you feel so full and stretched like never before, perfectly soothing those unreachable itches that always came with your heat, and the only thing remaining on your mind was to get fucked.

Only now did the dryad start moving properly. It completely pulled out only to dive back in right away, reaching your deepest depths and nudging your core. The squelching sound of fluids being pounded into you filled your ears together with your loud moans as the dryad fully pulled out and thrust back in a few more times, and somehow it still felt like its cock was still getting bigger. You had the illusion of your cloaca gradually being stretched till it couldn’t close anymore, that once the dryad was done your hole would be overflowing with nectar and pollen…

With the last deep plunge, you came again. Your voice was already feeling a little raw and your mind fuzzy, and your muscles were getting tired from tensing and relaxing repeatedly.

At this moment, the wooden copy moved. It plucked a little yellow flower from its ‘hair’ and delivered it to your mouth. The flower tasted sweet, similar to how the nectar smelled, and when you swallowed it down you felt a little more energized than before.

The wooden copy fed you a few more flowers before retreating, becoming one with the nest. As a result, many little yellow flowers bloomed all around you like stars, all within your reach so you could eat whenever you wanted to.

Then the dryad started the next round. Its huge cock made you bulge like you were pregnant with hundreds of eggs and you trembled every time it thrust into your core, feeling drunk as it fucked you through the echo of your second orgasm.

Your hands dug into the waterlogged nest, squeezing a handful of leaves and flowers as you tried to hold on, and you meant to feel the dryad pause for a moment. Then the nest around you, the tendrils caressing you, and especially the dryad cock still deeply penetrating you, pulsed as if the dryad had just received some great stimulation.

Before your mind could clear and figure out what was going on, the dryad resumed fucking you, ramming into you with renewed vigor and frenzied enthusiasm. Your hands tightened and you once again felt the dryad pulse, throbbing even, and its movements growing a little sloppy. Then it came.

Pollen mixed with nectar resulted in a cool, thick liquid that erupted from the makeshift cock and shot into you in a clearly perceptible stream. It pulled out just as you came from the sublime sensation, allowing its seed to gush out of your gaping hole and dribble down your beautiful tail, blending with the surrounding water.

The plant cock, still leaking with its own unique cum, caressed your cloaca and felt you quiver beneath it. You moaned softly, your voice a little hoarse from screaming out your pleasure, and a little tendril found its way into your mouth. The soft and thin plant part rubbed against your tongue in an almost affectionate manner and then wrapped around it, gently stroking it. At the same time, the dryads cock went back in.

Your hole was so slicked up that it could easily slip back in despite its frightening size, and every quick-paced thrust pushed its frothed up cum both out of and deeper into you. The cooling feeling the cum had given you soon faded amidst the enthralling friction, replaced by a deep yearning for more.

You tugged on the flowers and the dryad shuddered, going even faster while also stretching out more tendrils. They hooked onto your tail and crawled up the shell of your ear, grazing your elbows and waist and grabbing hold of your nipples, squeezing and pulling and rubbing them into swelling, aching as they deepened in color.

The double stimulation triggered another orgasm, your hole clenching and cum splattering as the dryad fucked you through it, making its little yellow flowers gradually really look like stars.

By this point, you felt like you were being fucked from one orgasm into the next. Your tail kept twitching and you tensed around the dryad’s cock so hard it had some trouble moving for a moment. Its cock wriggled inside you, as if the plant was rearranging itself, and you cried as you came amidst the strange sensation.

As if excited, the plants part wriggled even more. You seemed to feel them split apart to lightly rub along your walls, stirring up its cum and your own fluids. And then they throbbed, coming again. The fragrant cum easily overflowed, and it was even smeared all over you by the dryad’s tendrils.

The dryad put its flowering branches and tendrils back together, forming two cocks this time. They were thinner than the original cock yet still managed to make you feel fuller as they thrust into you just slightly out of sync. It was a weird feeling that made you writhe, and the tempo wasn’t fast enough compared to before.

The dryad however didn’t particularly care, just holding you tighter as it pleasured itself with you and once more spilled its seed. Finally, the thing fused back into one large cock that plugged your hole and locked the gushing cum inside you. It resulted in an even bigger bulge than what the cock already caused, making it nearly impossible for you to see your tail fin.

You felt so full and heavy and lightheaded and everything was blurry. The dryad kept its plug on your cloaca yet still managed to keep fucking you with its plant cock, shoving a little to penetrate deeply. It made the liquid slosh around inside you, mixed with your hoarse cries of ecstasy.

Sparks constantly ran along your nerves and reached into your fins and fingertips and scalp as you were fucked into overstimulation. Even the smallest touch of the little tendrils made you twitch and shudder, and your cloaca and insides felt sore and numb. And yet you still came when you felt the dryad’s pollen and nectar pump through its cock and spurt into you, eliciting a silent shout from your raw throat.

The dryad gave a few more light, sloppy thrusts, and finally came to a halt. It held still for some time, enough time for your soul to slowly return to your body and your body to start shutting down in preparation for sleep. Then its plug slowly deflated and the gallons of cum started spilling out, causing your still sensitive cloaca to start to flutter. Once the makeshift cock was completely out of your hole, the cum just started flowing with each breath. The feeling of stuff flowing out strangely brought you pleasure, and when the dryad suddenly, mischievously pressed a tendril against you, the cum suddenly squirting out of you actually squeezed one last orgasm out of you before you passed out.

The dryad froze for a solid second. Its tendrils dropped in a silent sigh, and it waited for a while before reshuffling the branches forming your nest and letting some fresh water wash over you. It slowly washed you, massaged your swollen belly and tail to clean its cum from you, letting the entire mangrove forest know what a good mate you were as the scent of your desires spread through the water.

But for this mating season, you belonged to the mangrove dryad.

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[rs-hawk]

MerMay Day Three:

Atargatis

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Non specific!Anthropologist x Fem!Goddess

You had been interested in Egypt for most of your life. Maybe it was because of that weird cartoon about King Tut you would watch at 5 am before school, or maybe it was that one Catwoman movie that came out in 2004 that you were pretty sure at least made you a lesbian. Or maybe you just happened upon it and enjoy it, but don't quite remember.

No matter how, that love of Egypt lead you to here and now, at a dig where the Director was wanting help identifying some pottery and statues. He said that he hadn't seen mermaid like creatures this far North in Africa. Thanks to the desert, usually civilizations who believes in mermaids were further south. However, when you saw the statue, your heart skipped a beat. You knew exactly what that was. Who that was.

"She's a Goddess from Syria," you explained, gingerly cradling the statue like one might a new born. "I never... I never would have thought that I would get to hold something like this. Atargatis made Her way to Egypt, sure, but there's so little of Her here."

The Director nodded, curious. He was an older man, who had focused mostly on the Egyptian nobility. The only reason he had even excavated this area was because he had been told it was potentially a noble's off housing, but it had ended up just being a farmer's. It didn't surprise you that he wasn't overly interested in the Goddess from another country that had found a foothold- tail hold?- that was only significant for a brief period of time.

"I think I've heard of her a bit. The woman that drowned herself after she couldn't save her lover?" he asked, peering closer at the statue now.

"There's all kinds of stories surrounding how She came to be," you explained, still in awe of the small statue in your hands. "That is one story, yes. Some are that She accidently killed Her lover Herself, or had an affair after which when he found out he killed himself, and the guilt caused Her to drown Herself in regret. There's others too, but She is generally considered to have tried to drown Herself for some reason or other, but the Gods couldn't bear the thought of Her beauty being wasted, so they transformed Her so She could survive the drowning."

The Director nodded, and soon was showing you around the site, explaining where he had found the statues and pottery. It was easy for you to see that this had been a farmer's home, and being located so close to the Nile- it made sense. The Nile's annual flooding brought the fertile soil this farmer would have relied on, and Atargatis was the Goddess of fertility and water. What better Goddess to have be a central patron for your home if you relied on both those things just to survive and provide for your family?

That night, you had been allowed to take one of the statues back to your hotel room-carefully wrapped and boxed up for you to take back to the museum that you were working for. A little token of the appreciation of the Director and the Egyptian government for your expertise. You set the box gingerly ontop of the small mini fridge in the room before heading to sleep.

In the middle of the night, you heard a thump, and creaking. Your mind was wrapped up in sleep, so it took you several seconds to realize that those sounds were coming from your own room. However, when the water started running was when you jumped up, stumbling as the sheets were trapping your legs to the bed. There was a splash, and the sound of water hitting the floor.

"What the fuck," you whispered as you managed to free your legs before getting to the bathroom.

In your hotel bathroom was an ethereal figure. Twin tails hung over the side of the bathtub, glistening green in the florescent light. Her warm, clay colored skin was a tinged a soft blue, as if she was on the verge of suffocating. Regardless, she was still the most stunning woman you had ever seen. Her long hair was braided in dozens of wet braids that now clung to her shoulders and back. Jewelry of gold adorned her body. Bracelets, earrings, necklaces, a golden crown set with multiple jewels. They only brought out the warm tone of her skin even more.

"A new worshipper," She mused, and you realized that She was Atargatis. You don't know how you know, but something deep inside of you stirred with that primal knowledge.

"Yes," the word passed your lips without thought.

"It's been so long since I've been properly worshipped," She hummed, running a hand over one of Her tails. "You feel as though you are up to the task?"

You could barely nod, your eyes trailing Her body, unable to stop. It was hypnotic. Her braids and the necklaces covered Her breasts, but you could imagine what laid under them. A hot flush burned your cheeks when you realized what you were doing, and that She laughed when She caught you.

"I have never had a female mortal lover." Her words only made your face flush harder. "But I have a feeling you would be a very dedicated lover and worshipper, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," you repeated, as if that was the only word you could utter in Her presence.

"I am not strong enough yet to hold my fully human form, but with a bit of worship, maybe I could so you could... worship me in a more beneficial way." Her voice once again took on a humming quality, reminding you of the way that the sea sounds when it hits the bottom of a boat.

The implication that you could worship Her, kiss Her, taste Her when She was stronger made your knees weak. Like a proper worshipper, you fell to your knees, gripping the edge of the tub.

"How can I help you, My Goddess?"

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Mermay special: saving the mershark

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Mershark x male!reader || (lowkey) slow burn, double penetration (in one hole), double peen, dirty talk, (light) praise kink, overstimulation, (very light) impact play, marking

You’re walking down the beach for your morning run when you see movement in the water, way more movement than there should be at this hour of the day. It’s normal to watch some fish moving around and eating in the early morning, but the waves around the nets are definitely not some fish eating breakfast.

You’re worried it might be some poor creature caught in the currents or maybe an early swimmer that didn’t know it was dangerous to go out there when there aren’t lifeguards around. Then you see a blueish arm on the surface, and you know what that means.

Mershark.

What the fuck is a mershark doing so close to the shore? In an area that’s clearly controlled by fishermen, no less. Do they have a death wish? You think about what to do for about two more seconds before you’re stripping your clothes and walking in the water. Your background as a lifeguard helps power your legs as you swim to the creature trapped in the nets.

You arrive just in time to find him struggling to untangle the net around his neck, he’s clearly losing consciousness, his eyes blinking slower and slower until he stops moving. You get to him and make quick work of untying the knot that was causing all the problems. You make a mental note to complain about the badly kept nets in the next city council meeting too, those could hurt other sea creatures as well.

He’s boneless and smooth in your arms as you swim backwards to the shore, thanking the sea gods for the mershark species’ ability to breathe under and over water, it would be so much harder to help him if you couldn’t drag him back to your house. You’re also thanking the old lady who sold you the little cottage next to the beach. It’s surrounded by trees, rocks, and shrubbery while being secluded enough above all that you aren’t too worried about somebody seeing you dragging an unconscious mershark back to your house.

With no small struggle, you lay him down on your bed, deciding to worry about the saltwater ruining your mattress later, because the gashes and cuts along his body are concerning enough that you know you have to act fast. Your lifeguard mandated first response knowledge comes in handy as you take out your first aid kit and start cleaning and stitching his cuts.

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Dawn Dance

Contains: seahorse merpeople/hybrids, female x male reader, ovipositor, breeding, NSFW & MDNI

After days of swimming side by side while holding tails and dancing around a strand of seagrass, the time has finally come. Pumping water through your egg pouch to expand and open it, you show her the empty inside. She caresses your trunk and the rim of your pouch, making you shiver with anticipation and your brood pouch flutter.

You continue touching each other as you leave the strand of seagrass behind and rise up, and you pull her close and kiss her. Your tongues and tails entangle in a passionate embrace, her belly bulging with eggs pressing against yours, so close you can feel her erect ovipositor rubbing over the entrance of your brood pouch.

Then she inserts her ovipositor. Frantic thrusts make you moan into her mouth and your tail curls around hers as she caused wave after wave of pleasure to surge from your entrance up and down your spine, up to the top of your head and down to the tip of your tail. Her punishing pace gives you no time to think, completely filling your mind with the overwhelming sensation of getting railed into oblivion by her.

As time passes, her thrusts grow sloppier and you can feel her ovipositor throbbing inside your hole, a telltale sign that she’s about to come. And then she comes, ramming her ovipositor deep inside your pouch one last time before it erupts, making you come with her. She groans as she pumps load after load of eggs into your pouch and fills you up till your trunk swells.

Hundreds, maybe even thousands of eggs pour into you and are coated by your cum. Both are released in a steady, pleasurable stream as she keeps gently rocking into you throughout, even as the two of you start sinking back down.

And then she pulls out and leaves, letting you simmer in the blissful afterglow of your short yet passionate union.

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The perfect catch

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MerMay: Day Six

Nixe

Sorry this is a day late. I’ll post Day Seven later today

Gen!AFAB Reader x Fem!Nixe

The old lake at the edge of town rarely had visitors anymore. it after the sudden uptick of drownings. Some people blamed it on the current from the river that fed into it, but others, those that still believed the old stories, whispered about a beast, a creature, that was living below the mirrored surface.

“Stay safe,” an old woman who lived near the lake called as you walked past her, headed to the lake with a lunch box in had. “There is more to that lake than you might think. There’s much more to that lake that what you can see!”

“I’ll be alright,” you called back, waving over your shoulder.

As you walked dow to the lake, a dog you used to sig as a child came back to you. Not the words, but the melody. You hummed as you came to the edge of the lake, finding a picnic table to sit at. You kept humming as you pulled out your food. While you ate, your foot tapped to the melody i your head. After a little while, you heard someone humming the same melody behind you.

There was a lump in your throat as you swallowed the last bite of food that was i your mouth. Only when the humming continued did you finally turn around. Your blood ran cold and you felt like every hair on your body seemed to stand on end.

With only her upper body above the water, you still knew what she was. Fins where her ears should be. Hair like seaweeed covered most of her face,a d did completely cover her breasts. Her webbed hands were pressed against the bank, her head tilted as she continued to hum the melody you had been. As the two of you locked eyes, she hopped up onto the land.

“Do it again,” she said, tapping her frog-like foot to mimic what you had been doing before.

Cautiously, you began tapping your foot again, watching as her face lit up, yellow eyes wide with delight.

“Yes! Just like that,” she smiled, hopping several times as she came closer to you. “It sounds so good.”

“You think the foot tapping sounds good?” You asked, surprised that she enjoyed the mere sounds of your foot hitting the grass undertoe.

She nodded, ribbiting as she hopped around you i a jumping, hopping sort of dance. Despite yourself, you laughed, adding your humming to the mix. She stilled, her frog eyes wide as you hummed and began dancing with her. Her reaction had made you think she enjoyed it, but really, she had thought that you were tryin got impress her by performing a mating dance to sounds you knew she enjoyed.

Before you knew it, you were sprawled o your back, on the grass, her long frog tongue lapping at your core through the fabric of your shorts as her webbed fingers took several moments to undo them. However, as soon as as she did, she yanked them ad your panties off, her long slimed tongue sliding between your folds before plunging into your core.

The warm yet sticky sensation made you writhe, but you can’t deny that it does feel amazing. It ca coil inside of you, flexing and stretching you in ways you would have never expected. Her webbed fingers move to hold open your thighs, letting her slide her tongue even deeper. It felt like she was pushing it into your womb. A low groan escaped you lips, your hips bucking.

“Yes,” she croaked, but your mind was so muddled at first you didn’t even know what she was talking about.

“Hm?” You mumbled, the grass under you starting to tickle your bare skin.

“Yes,” she repeated, her long tongue sliding out to flick against your clit, making you jolt up, your fingers curling in her seaweed like hair. “Mate. Yes.”

Of course you had o idea that you gave her the impression you wanted to be her mate, but hey, you are’t being drowned and now you had a surprisingly talented Nixe girlfriend.

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