100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids

Chapter 749: Chapter 748 - A Vessel to Climb On

She lay on his body. Her back, against his chest, was pressed. His arms, around her torso, held. His hands, on her breasts, squeezed. His mouth, on her shoulder, bit. The teeth, sharp and predatory, broke skin. The blood, from the bite, ran down her arm.

The second mer-man was above her. His body, between her spread legs, was thrusting. His cock, the six-inch organ that matched his companion’s, was inside her pussy. The spines, the small barbs that scraped and gripped, tore her vaginal walls. The blood, thin and red, leaked from her entrance. The tissue, torn and raw, was being destroyed.

Pah. Pah. Pah.

The sound, the wet and fleshy impact of his hips against hers, was muted by the blood. The lubrication, which had started as arousal and was now mostly blood, was thin and red. The cock, sliding in the fluid, made a sound that was not slurp but squelch. The wet, sickening sound of flesh in blood.

”MMMM—!! MMMMPH—!! MM—!!”

The screams, muffled by the panty gag, were desperate. The ’it-hurts-it-hurts-it-hurts’ screams that could not escape. Her body, sandwiched between the two mer-men, was being crushed and fucked and torn simultaneously.

The mer-man below, his mouth on her breast, sucked. The nipple, which had been stiff from cold, was bitten. The teeth, sharp, drew blood. The milk, which had not been present before, was not there. Only blood. Only the red fluid that ran from the bitten nipple down the curve of her breast.

The mer-man above, his hands on her hips, thrust. The pace, the ’I-am-going-to-cum’ pace, was rapid. His tail, the appendage that was curled behind him, twitched. The muscles, the powerful aquatic muscles, tensed. The cock, the six-inch spined organ, drove deeper.

Pah. Pah. PAAH.

”MMMM—!! MMMMPH—!! NNN—!!”

Her internal thoughts were a single, repeating scream. ’It has spines. It has spines. It has spines. Inside me. In my pussy. In my ass. Both. Both have spines. They are tearing me. I am bleeding. I am bleeding from both holes. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. Someone. Anyone. Please. Kill me. Just kill me. I cannot— it has spines—’

The mer-man above came. The load, the thick aquatic semen that was tinged with blue, filled her pussy. The fluid, mixing with the blood, was a purple mess. The overflow, leaking from her entrance around the spined cock, ran down her thighs. Onto the mer-man below. Onto the deck.

The mer-man below, still inside her ass, thrusted upward. His cock, the spined organ, drove deeper. The spines, scraping the torn walls, made her body jerk. The pain, the ’my-ass-is-being-shredded’ pain, was beyond screaming. The sound, muffled by the gag, was a gurgle.

Through the tears, through the pain, through the blood, she could see the seating area.

The seating area, arranged on the elevated platform at the stern, was a contrast to the brutality below. Cushions, silk and embroidered, were arranged on a bench. A table, small and carved, held a bottle of wine. Two glasses, one filled and one empty, were beside it. A bathtub, the large copper tub that had been filled with sea water, was next to the bench.

In the tub, another woman was watching. Her body, submerged to the chest, was visible. Her skin, the pale blue-green of a mermaid, was luminescent. Her hair, silver and flowing, floated in the water. Her tail, the powerful appendage that had been folded beneath her, was visible through the clear water. Her eyes, golden and large, were fixed on the scene below.

”This is nice to see,” the woman in the tub said. Her voice, melodic and resonant, was the voice of a mermaid. The ’a-human-woman-serving-our-mer-kins’ observation that was also the ’this-is-justice’ satisfaction. ”A human woman serving our mer kins.”

On the bench, legs spread on the armrest, was another woman. Her hair, red as blood, was loose. Her body, the body of a half-breed, was toned and muscled. Her legs, which were human from the thigh up but scaled from the knee down, were crossed at the ankle. Her ears, the fin-like appendages that marked her heritage, were flattened. Her eyes, the same gold as the woman in the tub, were bright. Her hand, which had been between her legs, was moving. The fingers, rubbing her own pussy through the thin fabric of her shorts, were working.

”I shit,” the young woman said, the crude word deliberate. Her hand, rubbing harder, made the fabric wet. ”I want to get fucked too, mother.”

The older woman, the one in the tub, laughed. The sound, melodic and warm, was the laugh of a mother who found her daughter amusing.

”You are a half-breed, daughter,” she said. Her voice carried the ’you-do-not-understand’ patience that was also the ’I-am-explaining’ condescension. ”If you get fucked by the cock of a merman, your pussy would tear apart. It is soft. Puffy. Like a human female.”

The young woman, whose hand was still rubbing, looked at her mother. The ’that-is-not-fair’ pout that was also the ’I-want-to-know’ curiosity.

”How many men have you been fucked by, mother?” she asked. The question, blunt and personal, was the kind that only a daughter could ask.

The older woman laughed. The ’you-are-so-direct’ amusement that was also the ’I-will-tell-you’ openness.

”Sit up,” she said. The command, gentle, was given. ”It was just your father.”

The words, ’your father’, were spoken with a tenderness that contrasted with the screams below. The ’I-loved-him’ tenderness that was also the ’he-is-gone’ grief.

”I fell in love with the guy,” she continued. Her eyes, golden and distant, found the ceiling. The ’I-am-remembering’ look that was also the ’it-was-beautiful-once’ memory. ”Though he got killed by his own people. I told him that the humans were stupid. But he went and got killed. What a bastard.”

The ’what-a-bastard’ was affectionate. The ’I-still-love-him’ affection that was also the ’I-will-never-forgive-his-killers’ promise.

The young woman, whose hand had paused, asked another question. ”So, do you think someone wealthy would come? It would be good to kill a noble man.”

The mother laughed. The ’indeed’ agreement that was also the ’that-is-the-plan’ confirmation.

”Indeed, indeed they will,” she said. Her voice, which had been warm, hardened. The ’I-will-have-my-revenge’ hardness that was also the ’every-human-man-will-pay’ vow. ”I will take revenge on those humans for destroying my kin and my husband.”

Both women looked at each other. The golden eyes, mother and daughter, met. The laughter, the shared and unhinged laughter of two women who had lost everything and were taking it back, filled the stern of the ship.

Below, on the deck, the human woman continued to scream.

~ Part IV: The Harbor

Victor stood at the harbor.

The port, the capital’s southern dock, was busy. Ships, merchant vessels and fishing boats, lined the quay. Sailors, dock workers, and merchants moved through the crowd. The smell of salt and fish and tar filled the air.

People, seeing him, approached. His clothes, while plain, were of good quality. His bearing, the bearing of a nobleman, was unmistakable. The ’he-is-someone-important’ recognition that made every dockside hustler, every ship captain, every merchant want to talk to him. Offers, pitches, and greetings came from all sides.

”Young lord, need a ship? Fast vessel, good crew—”

”Sir, I have the best prices for—”

”My lord, please, a moment of your—”