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β Wiping off droplets of your blood from the floor, knowing he hates the mess.
β Not hitting you when you anger him, waiting until he calms down and you detense.
β Saying you don't want it because you're tired, and he says you're easier to handle then.
β You crying and him kissing you harder.
β Him wiping your tears, saying that you need him.
β Locking the door again after bringing you food.
β Making you pick your own restraints.
β You passing out, but he keeps going.
β Saying you made him do this while cleaning your bruises.
β Telling all your friends and family you are just too dramatic.
β Choking you with the necklace he gifted you.
β Feeding you from his plate while your legs are tied to the floor.
β Making you confess to him while being naked.
β Him slapping the "modern culture" out of your head.
β Gifting you right after an argument, while you're shaking on the bed.
β Making you delete and block all your contacts in front of him.
β Handcuffing you to the bed, you knowing he has to leave for a few days.
β Him finding your "escape" bag and burning it in front of you.
β Beating up your friends for trying to "take you away" from him.
β Him telling you your terrified face makes him hard.
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A Lack of Choice
Pairing: merman!Andy Barber x Reader (A Spin on The Little Mermaid #2)
Summary: Taken on the night before your wedding, you wake up imprisoned in the depths of the sea with a merman that had darkness behind his beautiful eyes as your warden.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY NON CON SMUT CONTENT. soft dark coz he's still sweet on you but with dark themes (abduction, manipulation, conditioning/brainwashing, imprisonment, drugging, forced soulmate bond), non con somnophilia (unconscious unprotected fucking in human form), non con monster fucking (unprotected fucking in merman form), breeding kink, praise kink, choking
Word Count:Β 8.4k (One Shot)
A/N: This is One Shot #2 for my Mermaid AU in my Story Book Collection. I'm also offering this as tribute to @slothspaghettiwrites 's Marvelous Monster Mayhem Writing Challenge with the song prompt Closer by Nine Inch Nails. Actual lines are in bold.
You don't need to read the first one, but it is recommended so that you can have a more wholistic experience with the lore and how they all connect together. I'm so happy to be back!
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Andy snickered as Bucky all but flew out of his court after fulfilling his duty, a flurry of bubbles left from his hasty exit. Common. Predictable. Expected. Ever since he was forced to abdicate the throne to his sister, the entire kingdom had given him a wide berth especially after several instances where his grief and fury ended in injuries for himself and the subjects who were trying to pacify him.
With his fall from grace he was asked to retire to one of the castles that were further from the main city with only a handful of staff. It was an act of generosity from his sister, refusing to believe that he was irredeemable. He appreciated it and really he much preferred to be alone as he mourned and waited for his inevitable death.
Andy was slowly dying from heartbreak.
The experience was different for each one, the length and depth of pain varied from case to case. For Andy, he had been enduring for centuries now with his demeanor getting progressively colder and darker as the years passed. One could hardly believe that he was once a well loved benevolent king. The hollow silence in his chest was enough indication though.
It was only a matter of time now.
He could hardly remember at this point what a beating heart felt like, but he remembered the pain of his failed love in excruciating detail. His disdain of humans came from that catastrophe, falling in love with a womanβs false charms only to find out later that she had just been biding her time to kill him and to escape. He remembered the sting of the knife through his chest, but more than that he remembered the bite of her words afterwards. She never loved him. He had been a fool.
He leaned back on his throne, his muscular tail swaying lazily beneath him and his hair flowing in the water, as he thought over what Bucky had said. He was furious at first, having left his post as a Queenβs guard leaving his sister without protection on land and he was seconds away from ripping Buckyβs throat out with his sharp teeth but one thing he said had his outrage stopping in its tracks.
A girl.
There was a human girl gifted to Andy by his beloved sister. Their supply of humans were scarce and they had very short lifespans once taken so only a select few were provided with the privilege to breed with them. He was provided with humans regularly at first, having been born a royal it was important for the kingdom for his bloodline to continue. However after he mistreated the last few humans, he was cut off.
Andy had no shortage of sexual partners. Plenty of Merfolk still threw themselves at the opportunity to bed a royal, disgraced as he was. He was also undeniably attractive, the darkness in him adding a dangerous thrill to the sex but there was nothing like burying his cock in a human cunt. The thought alone of how hot and tight it felt was enough to make him harden and for his fins to curl in anticipation. He smirked.
Time for a visit.
He swapped his tail for legs as he walked into the cottage where his human was imprisoned, slipping on a pair of soft cotton trousers and foregoing a shirt. Shuri had outdone herself with the developments she had made through the years in creating a viable habitat for the humans underwater that would not only allow them to live comfortably, but would also prolong their shelf life. He made a mental note to send her a gift because the sight of you half naked and unconscious on the large bed had him almost lunging for you immediately.
He was immediately drawn to you, a faint echo of something forgotten sounded in his chest as he laid his eyes on you for the first time. He came around to your side of the bed, brushing the hair off your face gently before trailing down to trace along your jaw. His thumb lingered for a moment on your lips and then his hand went to circle your throat, squeezing just a little to feel the momentary hitch in your breathing.
You were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
The swell of your breasts were calling to him, barely covered by the bikini you had been wearing when you were taken. Pinching and rubbing at a nipple over the fabric caused goosebumps to erupt over your skin. He smiled. You were so responsive to him even in this state.
βGood girl.β
Lower his hands traveled, over your hips and along your thighs before finally settling on his prize. He cupped your pussy and the heat he felt through the material of your bottoms had him groaning. He rubbed you through the fabric, slow yet firm in his movements. It didnβt take long until your damp arousal was eagerly meeting his hand and he could smell you.
Just a taste. He needed a taste.
Deft fingers pulled your bottoms aside and stroked your slit, spreading your slick around and up to your clit. You sighed quietly and your legs tried to close themselves, your body reacting instinctively to protect yourself. He chuckled as he nudged your legs apart once more for him. He knew the potion you were made to take for the journey down still had some time left before wearing off and your vulnerable defenseless state had him palming his cock over his pants.
He dipped a finger inside you, his jaw ticking at how tight you were. He drew the finger out of you, catching the scent of your arousal before slipping it into his mouth. He hummed as he swirled his tongue around it.
βSweet.β
He watched you intently, noting how evenly and deeply your chest rose and fell. Your mouth was parted slightly and there was a heat radiating off your skin from his touching you. There was a softness and an innocence to you that made him forego his original plan to wait until you had woken. Why wait? He caught your chin between two fingers and pressed his lips on yours, a first kiss of many he was sure.
He would have you now.
His pants dropped to the floor easily and he crawled up on the bed over you, his face immediately coming up to your cunt. His cold breath blew on your heated sex and he was pleased to see your body jerk in reaction. Strong hands gripped your thighs and spread you wider, your bottoms casually tossed to the side to offer him unobstructed access and a perfect view of your glistening folds.
The first full taste of you on his tongue had him immediately diving back for more as his grip on your thighs tightened. Your taste was intoxicating and he couldnβt get enough. He didnβt think he would ever get enough. He feasted on you, lapping at your folds and dipping his tongue inside you. You groaned when he sucked on your clit and your hips began to move sluggishly in response.
He smiled against you, looking up from his spot to watch your still unconscious form. Your brow was furrowed in confusion and your eyes were twitching beneath your closed lids as if you were fighting it, fighting him. He found that he liked that. His fingers came up inside you, twisting and curling to work you open for him. He loved how you were just dripping for him and clamping down on his fingers.
βSo good for me.β
He quickened his pace, both his fingers and his mouth ravaging you. He swirled his tongue around your clit expertly, intent on pulling your first orgasm this way. Your hips moved more, following the fire that he was stroking inside of you until it built into an inferno that had you gushing your release into his waiting mouth with a sharp whimper.
βSuch a good girl,β he whispered as he left a few last kisses on your quivering cunt.
He rose off the bed to kneel between your legs, gripping his now painfully hard erection in his hand. He pumped it slowly as he watched you sprawled helplessly beneath him, slapping the heavy length of him down on your clit. Your body jolted as he repeated the action, dipping his cock lower to catch your slick as his free hand roamed your body.
βStop,β you slurred.
He chuckled at your feeble protest as he circled the head of his cock at your entrance, pushing in just the slightest bit to coat himself more. Your hands raised weakly to make him stop, but they fell away promptly as they felt too heavy for you.
βYou will let me violate you,β he declared, groaning loudly as the head of his cock breached you.
Inch by inch he moved in and out of you, carefully stretching you to accommodate his extraordinary size. Your back arched at the intrusion, a whimper falling from your lips at the discomfort.
βNo,β you mumbled even as your body was subconsciously bending to take him better.
βYou will let me desecrate you,β he growled as he forced his way deeper into you.
βNo,β you repeated quietly.
He chuckled darkly, groaning as he bottomed out. You were squeezing him so tight. The heat and wetness of your cunt enveloping him in a spell that almost made him lose control right then and there. You felt too good around him. Too perfect.
βYour body says otherwise,β he said as he pressed his lips sweetly to yours, a sharp contrast to how he was forcibly taking you. βThis isnβt a choice. Youβre mine now, honey.β
His thrusts started slowly, enjoying the sight of your juices shining on his cock every time he pulled out and how he could see himself bulging through your skin when he pushed in. He committed to memory the feel of you, rolling his hips and grinding to reach the deepest parts of you.
βYouβre doing so well,β he groaned as he leaned closer to you, pulling your top down to palm your breasts. You felt so soft and he loved the way your body bent closer when he took a pebbled peak into his mouth. βYouβre made for this. Youβre made to take me.β
The way you were panting, gasping, and twisting your body spurred him on to go faster. He pounded into you as he held your bodies close, his pelvis rubbing against your clit to take you higher and higher. He could feel you choking his cock and he knew you were nearly there.
βThatβs right. Cum for me,β he ordered. βDrown my cock, honey.β
In your unconscious haze you tumbled into oblivion, your body reacting to the pleasure he had forced on you by clenching down hard on him and trembling underneath him. Andy relished the feeling of you falling apart for him, loving the way you were milking him for all he could give. His thrusts stuttered before he was spilling into you with a loud grunt against the crook of your neck.
Huffing and trying to catch his breath, he kissed you deeply. He lifted himself off you, checking that you were still under the influence of the potion before getting up. He came back after cleaning himself in your bathroom, carefully wiping you of any trace of his indulgence before redressing you.
He stroked your hair and kissed your forehead before he left you to rest. Slipping back into the ocean and into his tail. He would return once you awakened and introduce himself. He liked his new toy very much and he would have to say his thanks to his sister once she returns.
For now, he would have some fun.
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You woke up with a pounding headache that made your vision swim as you crawled out of bed with a loud groan. You made your way to the bathroom, blindly holding on to the walls to steady yourself. What the hell did you and your fiance drink last night? You shook your head and regretted it immediately. Whatever the hell it was you were not drinking it again. The cold water you splashed on your face was a welcome relief and you drank greedily after, surprised at your own thirst. You promised to stay away from alcohol for the rest of your trip. Your fiance would surely agree knowing he had a lower tolerance than you.
Where was he anyway?
Bleary eyes searched the room for any sign of him, your memory still heavily muddled. You were too tired to really think about why he wasnβt in the room. Maybe he went for a walk. Hopefully heβll come back with some breakfast. God, you hoped he would. A shower. You decided a shower would do you some good and could relieve some of the ache you felt in your muscles.
You stumbled across the room, intending to pull the first piece of fresh clothing you can get your hands on from your suitcase. Your steps abruptly halted, your bare feet suddenly now feeling like lead against the cold wooden floor. A disturbing realization washed over you.
This wasnβt your room.
This was a completely different room from the one you booked on this getaway and your suitcase was not in the corner you knew you left it in. Where the hell were you? Panic bubbled violently in your stomach and you fought the urge to vomit as you began to also accept that your fiance was likely not here as well.
You were kidnapped.
A cold sweat began to form on your skin as your mind came to grips with what was happening. Survival mode began to kick in. You took a deep breath to calm yourself down so that you can formulate a plan. You were alone in an unfamiliar place, but you were also unrestrained. Your eyes snapped to the front door of the room. It might be risky but you need to get an idea of where you were so that you can get home. Maybe you can find some help.
Your shaking hand reached for the doorknob, praying that it was unlocked. Your breath came out in a relieved huff when it turned without resistance. You gulped as you pulled the door open and stepped out of the room. What you saw was miles away from anything you expected. You gasped and your knees buckled. You struggled with every step forward. Your mind could hardly comprehend it, but there was no other explanation.
You were underwater.
Looking around you, you could clearly view sea creatures casually swimming by. There were fish of all colors and sizes, sharks that had you taking a step back, and countless other species that you could not name. They were all so beautiful, so mesmerizing to watch and you would have happily spent hours doing just that if not for the reason why you were treated to such a view.
Beyond the room, which looking back now was more a small cottage, was the purest of white sand you had ever seen. All that and yourself were encased under a transparent dome lined with soft lighting that mimicked almost perfectly the gentle rays of the sun, providing you with the needed warmth you suspected was essential with how freezing cold the bottom of the ocean would be.
It was like some sort of reverse aquarium and you were on display. Immediately you felt claustrophobic and your chest tightened with frantic despair. How were you expecting to escape from the depths of the sea? More importantly, who would have taken you and why?
Your second question was answered seconds later, but it was an answer that made even less sense than the location of your prison. Slowly approaching what appeared to be the only entryway to your enclosure was the stuff of myths.
A merman.
You watched, utterly mesmerized by the graceful yet strong movements of a tail in shades of blue with its scales sparkling like precious gems and adorned with stands of silver and gold. You followed him as his broad shoulders and toned arms ripped through the water, his muscled torso flexing with each stroke.
You had never seen a sight so strikingly beautiful.
You noticed now that there were two doors to your cage with a short tunnel connecting them. He slipped in with practiced ease and shut the outer door. You jumped back as a whirlwind of water engulfed him before the inner door softly hissed open. Your hand covered your mouth as you saw the merman now on two feet and if it were even possible, he was even more breathtaking.
βPlease donβt be frightened,β he said softly, cautiously taking a step toward you.
His tousled hair and beard were still wet, your eyes following the droplets as they trailed down his bare torso until they disappeared beneath the thin cotton pants he was now somehow wearing. There was something commanding yet elegant in his stance, regal even.
βMy name is Andy.β
All at once your muddy memory snapped to clarity in a manner so jolting that you fell to the ground. You had eloped and were celebrating the night before your marriage with your fiance at a charming beach resort where you both decided that a night swim was a good idea. You remembered the chilling fear of being dragged underwater and waking up in a dark cave next to your fiance who was desperately trying to negotiate his life to what you now realize was a merman as well. You remember punching him in the face in your fury when he said that they could keep you if they would only let him go. You remember being force fed a potion that tasted sweet and salty before you were once again pulled into unconsciousness.
The cold hand on your heated face brought you back and your eyes snapped open to meet the bluest pair you had ever seen, but the underlying turbulent darkness made you recoil on instinct. It was like the sea caught in a terrible storm and you were a rickety boat. Your mind was reeling as he smiled kindly down at you, cradling you close to his chest with his hand continuing to caress your face.
βYou remember, donβt you?β he said sadly, uncharacteristically feeling protective of you at the sight of your distress. Something in his chest pulled and thudded softly.
All your instincts screamed at you to move away, but he was just so compelling that you could hardly move. He pulled you closer to his chest and tried to soothe you. At the back of your fear-addled mind, it registered how cold his skin was and how you couldnβt hear his heartbeat.
βYouβre safe here, honey. Iβll take care of you.β He stood up with you in his arms, your voice caught in your throat. βI brought you some food. You should eat. Get your strength back.β
You watched in silent shock as he carried you inside and sat you down gently on the bed, pulling the covers over your shaking form. You didnβt even realize that you were trembling. Andy moved around the small kitchen with the same grace and fluidity as when he was swimming.
Later, you faintly registered the smell of hot food and that you were being picked up again. The blanket was still wrapped around you as he sat on the small dining table with you on his lap. He cradled you like you were precious as he brought the spoonful to your lips.
βPlease eat something. Even just a little.β
His voice was low and commanding yet also gently coaxing. The pointed look he threw you when you hesitated prompted you to open your mouth. He smiled as you chewed and oddly you found yourself feeling a sense of satisfaction when he did.
βGood girl.β
Why was that?
Why are you feeling an impulse to please him?
Why are you feeling safe in his arms?
He kept feeding you until you finished the whole serving, the hearty seafood soup warming you and lulling you to sleep. Your head lolled to the side, automatically burrowing against the crook of his neck.
βI wanna go home,β you mumbled, your eyes drooping close. The stress of the dayβs discoveries weighed down on you.
His scent was the last thing on your mind before sleep claimed you along with the puzzlement of why you werenβt fighting back at all. He shushed you and brushed your hair delicately away from your face before he kissed your forehead gently.
βThis is your home now, honey,β he said softly. βRest for now. Iβll take care of you.β
His hand traveled from your face, down the column of your neck, cupping firmly on one breast and brushing his thumb over it until the nipple grew hard. He groaned as he pulled your top down and palmed you harder, squeezing your flesh before lowering his mouth to circle his tongue around the peak.
Lower his hand went to slip beneath your bottoms and immediately dip into your cunt. His thumb pressed onto your clit as his fingers worked you open, your back arching to press closer to him as you drenched his fingers.
A sinister smile grew on his face. The inherent allure of merfolk was irresistible for humans, but for those from a royal bloodline it was extremely potent. He would keep you. You would never leave him.
Not like Laurie.
βIβll take good care of you.β
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Days melted into weeks and you started to lose all sense of time. The only indication you had of the time of day was the changing lights in your pod and Andyβs visits. He visited you everyday, always with a little net brimming with a fresh catch that he would cook for you.
He always cooked for you.
Being the only other creature that you interacted with, you began to look forward to his visits. Lately, youβve found yourself waiting by the open door and when he arrived you couldnβt help the excitement you felt or the small smile on your face.
You were mostly silent during his visits, still unsure of how you should be behaving because while you had been taken Andy had been nothing but good to you. You watched him as he moved around your new home as he told you stories about this underwater world. You listened in rapt fascination, asking questions here and there about one of the creatures you saw gliding outside your pod.
You watched as he cleaned the fish with skilled hands at the sink while a pan sizzled with fragrant seasoning beside him. It was curious how a creature of the sea seemed so comfortable with mundane human tasks. You found it amazing how in the deep dark sea was this modern abode fitted with appliances that were much better than what you had on land.
How was there butter?
You wanted to ask. You wanted to know more about this new world you were introduced to. You had a million questions running through your mind, but in front of your excited curiosity was the stifling apprehension.
βI want to go home,β you murmured, your arms circling around you.
βYou are home, honey,β he said gently. Always the same answer. Always the same patient tone. βCome eat now.β
And like always he lifted you into his arms and sat you on his lap as he fed you. His body felt solid against yours, but his touch was always soft and almost protective.
βI want to go home.β
You winced as his grip on your waist got tighter and the storm behind his eyes came to the forefront for a moment. You raised your chin in defiance even as your lower lip quivered in fear. You could have sworn that you saw him smirk for a split second before his expression and touch softened once more.
βDonβt I take good care of you here, honey?β He cupped your face to keep your eyes locked, his voice taking a more melodic tone. βAnswer me.β
The longer you stared into his vivid blue eyes, the more you felt your resolve crumble. Your mind grew foggy until all that was there was his unnaturally beautiful face and the compulsion to please him.
βYou do.β
His smile warmed you and the slow stroking he was doing sent sparks dancing all across your skin. This was the first time he was using the siren song on you and he was thoroughly enjoying seeing you fight uselessly against it. He thought that you were doing well, the mild sedatives he has putting in your meals leaving you in a weakened state but he obviously underestimated your will.
βDonβt you like being with me here?β
Your eyes started to glaze over and a soft moan escaped your lips as his hand moved to more sensitive skin. His smile grew wider, enjoying seeing you slowly give in as your eyes became more glazed.
βI do.β
βTell me what you want, honey.β
You gasped as his hand rubbed at your clothed cunt, his lips a breath away from yours. His breath smelled sweet and drew you closer until your lips grazed his only for him to pull away. You whined at his teasing.
βTell me what you want.β
Your hips chased his hand, seeking more friction for your pulsating cunt. You panted as his hand grew rougher with you, your mind fully clouding over. He prompted you again for an answer and you whimpered as you struggled to pull yourself to your senses.
βI want to go home.β
All at once Andyβs movements stopped and his expression hardened. Your will was stronger than he anticipated. He would have to break you down in a different way. You would not leave him. He would not allow it.
Not like Laurie.
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Andy was angry with you. There was no doubt about that, but you thought that he would eventually forgive you. You thought that it would eventually return to how it was. Disturbingly, you wanted it to go back to how it was. He still came to you everyday, but for the next two weeks he only came to cook your meals and feed you. He didnβt talk, only going about your new home to quickly make you food and check that you still had supplies. He barely looked at you, only when he gave you a stern look as he raised the food to your lips did your eyes meet. It made you squirm in his lap as you accepted the bite without complaint.
You missed his voice.
After that he stopped feeding you on his lap. It was strange to feel so shocked when for the first time he sat you down on the chair beside him before feeding you. It was strange how your face was contorted in confusion. He still didnβt talk. He still barely looked at you. You missed feeling his strong thighs beneath you.
You missed his touch.
After that he stopped feeding you, leaving promptly after he had finished cooking your meal for the day. He just left the plate on the table and exited. He still didnβt talk. He looked at you only once. You whimpered just before he stepped out the door, halting him only for a moment.
You missed his company.
This continued for weeks until it reached a point where he would just leave the ingredients for your meal on your kitchen counter, leaving you to cater to yourself. You didnβt realize until then how much he spoiled you. How much he really took care of you. Andy had been nothing but gentle to you as far as you knew and despite your better judgement, you felt like you were being ungrateful.
You missed Andy.
You had a vague idea of when Andy came to you, it wasnβt so much the time but your body and mind just somehow knew when to anticipate his arrival. When he didnβt walk through your door on time one day, you worked hard to tamp down the anxiety that was bubbling in your chest. Hours passed and still no Andy. Dejected and now feeling hungry, you walked out of your cabin and immediately spotted the small netted bag by the entrance of your pod.
Andy had come.
But he did not come to see you.
This continued for a while, with Andy leaving before you could even catch sight of him. You tried to anticipate him earlier, wake up earlier, wait by the door. You found yourself desperately trying to catch just a glimpse of him. Following your impulse, you had taken to sleeping and waiting by your podβs entrance.
Somehow he always managed to slip out before you could catch him, the little netted bag was the only evidence that he had been there. Until one day you were so adamant to keep awake until he next came, fighting your bodyβs urge to rest and close your eyes. You were teetering between consciousness and the tired darkness when you sensed his arrival. Your hand shot out to grab weakly at the fabric of his pants, you looked up from where you were laying on the ground and spoke in a voice that was scratchy from not being used in so long.
βIβm sorry, Andy.β Your chest felt heavy and you were suddenly racked with sobs, your next words coming out in wet hiccups. βPlease donβt go.β
Your eyes were blurred by your tears, the loneliness of the months with Andy ignoring you hitting you like a tidal wave. You held on tighter to his pant leg when he moved, thinking that he was leaving again only to see him crouch down and gently lift you into his arms. He was cooing soft reassurances in your ear as he carried you back into the cabin, you clinging on as if he would evaporate into sea foam if you let go. Finally hearing his voice again brought some life back into you, feeling his arms around you made you sag in relief.
βIβm sorry,β you repeated as you buried your face in his neck, breathing his unique scent in as much as you could in fear that he would deprive you again.
βYouβre forgiven, honey. Itβs okay,β he shushed you, rubbing his face against the top of your head. βYouβre freezing. You shouldnβt have stayed out there. Letβs get you to bed now. You should sleep.β
He laid you on the bed and tucked the covers in around you, making sure that your shivering would cease soon. Before he could walk away though, your hand reached out again to grasp onto his hand.
βPlease stay,β you pleaded softly, your eyes not meeting his in case he rejected you.
Andy couldnβt help the satisfied smirk that curled on his lips as he wordlessly laid himself next to you. You scurried to press yourself as close as possible to him, folding yourself against his body until every part of you was touching some part of him. He chuckled as he ran his hand up and down your back to encourage you to sleep, a dull thud again echoing in his chest. As you slowly drifted off to sleep, the loneliness that had been pressing down heavily on you from his absence started to lift.
You wouldnβt leave him now.
Not like Laurie.
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It was hard not to notice the change in you and Andy was feeling very smug about it. The biggest change was that you were now initiating touch yourself, going so far as to voluntarily sit on his lap and silently wait for him to feed you. You waited for him to feed you a meal that for the first time you had asked to help prepare.
He rubbed slow firm circles with his thumb on the small of your back as he watched you finish your food. Every time he would move away from you, your grip on him would grow tighter. He kept smiling proudly at you, pleased at the success of his plan. You had been very good for him the past month, so good that he felt you deserved a reward.
He came to your pod one day with a beaming smile on his face at the image of you waiting for him by your open door. He pulled out a vial from his pocket and presented it to you.
"What's that?" you asked with your head tilted to the side as you observed the liquid slosh around in the glass.
"You've been so good for me, honey, that I wanted to give you a gift," he said sweetly, brushing your cheek tenderly with his free hand. "Do you wanna go for a swim?"
Your eyes widened and your lips parted in surprise, but the small remaining rational part of your mind began raising alarm bells. The last time you took a drink from a merman had you waking up as a deep sea captive. Taking it for confusion, he smiled warmly at you as he explained.
"This potion will allow you to breathe underwater for a little while. I thought you might like to get out for a bit," he said, pausing to rub his nose affectionately against yours. "Would you like that, honey?"
You knew that you should have controlled your enthusiasm better, but the sheer joy you felt at the chance to go out and explore was too much to contain. It was the first time Andy saw you smile this way; genuine, bright, hopeful, and grateful. There was that odd muffled thudding again in his chest that he couldnβt explain.
You looked so beautiful smiling.
"But you have to promise to stay close to me, okay? There are lots of things out there that could hurt you. Do you understand, honey?"
Nodding your head rapidly, you agreed. You practically skipped about the room as you pulled out swimwear, rushing to get dressed before he changed his mind. In your rush, you didn't notice how Andy's eyes darkened with desire as you changed in front of him. It immediately switched to warm fondness when you stood in front of him ready to go and practically bouncing with excitement.
He couldn't help it. You just looked so adorable. He lifted your chin up gently and leaned in to lay his lips lightly over yours. The widening of your eyes and the heat creeping up your face only made him want to kiss you some more, maybe spend the day ravishing a fully lucid you for a change, but he promised you a swim so he took your hand and pulled you toward the gates of your pod.
Your heart began to race as you got nearer. It wasn't freedom, but it was the closest to it you would have in what felt like forever. You tugged on his arm to halt his steps and he quirked an eyebrow at you in question.
"Thank you, Andy," you mutter shyly.
He smiled widely at you, pleased that you were now acting properly. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and pulled you toward the gates. Just as he was about to open the intricate locks, another mermaid urgently approached. She swam to the side, stopping as near as she could to you both and stared intently at Andy through the glass. You've seen him interact with his fellow Merfolk before and you recognized from the way his expressions changed that they were talking telepathically.
As the mermaid swam away, Andy sighed deeply and turned toward you with a regretful expression. Your own face turned crestfallen, knowing already that your little field trip would not be pushing through.
βIβm so sorry, honey. They need me for something urgent, but it shouldnβt take too long,β he frowned at your apparent disappointment, wanting so much for your bright smile to return. He took your hand and placed the potion vial on it, his eyes reassuring you of his promise. βI said that I would take you out for being good and I intend to keep that promise. Can you be good for me for just a bit more and wait?β
βI can,β you said, trying to soften the sadness that was still etched on your face.
βGood girl,β he smiled at you and kissed your cheek.
You watched as he opened the intricate locks and weakly waved goodbye as he swam away, his tail slicing through the water easily. You sighed as you turned the vial over in your hand, your mind blank of any thought except your yearning for Andy. Your hand stopped when a sudden thought hit you.
You had the potion.
And Andy was gone.
The gears in your mind began to turn and suddenly the fog lifted, the fog that had wrapped around you and weighed you down into this subservient version of yourself. The fog that had made you entirely dependent on Andyβs existence evaporated and you were thinking clearly for the first time since youβve been there.
You could escape.
It didnβt take you another second to decide. Your heart was hammering in your chest and your hand shook as you uncorked the small bottle. You didnβt hesitate to down the whole thing before you rushed to the gates, the empty bottle dropped haphazardly on the ground. Having stood by Andy earlier granted you a view on how to work the locks and it was fortunate that you were paying attention. You paid little mind to how your whole body was dropping in temperature from the effects of the potion, almost yelling in victory as you succeeded in prying open the first gate.
When the water began to fill the small tunnel, your breathing sped up exponentially. You were understandably panicking, trapped in a confined space that was slowly filling up with water. Human self-preservation dictates that you hold your breath as it reaches your chin, your body flailing until the rational part of your brain tells you that you should be able to survive it. You made a conscious effort to carefully try breathing in and opening your eyes, cautiously experimenting until your body fully adjusted.
You couldnβt waste any more time. You didnβt know how long the effects of the potion would last or how soon Andy would return. You just hoped that you had enough to reach the surface. With renewed determination, you opened the second gate and braved the open sea.
You had no idea where you were, all you knew was you had to swim upwards. The water was freezing, your limbs struggled to propel you, and frightening creatures crossed your path. Still, you kept your will set strongly toward your freedom. You donβt know how long youβve been swimming now, your arms and legs felt like they would fall off from the exhaustion and you were getting lightheaded from the effort. Your heartbeat began to slow into hard thuds, struggling to keep going and you feared that this was how you would die. Just as you were about to succumb, the fates showed that they had other plans for you.
Light. There was light.
It must be daylight on the surface by the way the sun was shining down on the waters, the light was dancing and welcoming you. The surface. You were nearly to the surface. You forced yourself forward, the surge of hope fueling you to make that last stretch. So focused were you on your task that it wasnβt until the hair stood on the back of your neck that you were alerted to the danger. You nervously turned your body to the source and regretted it immediately.
Andy.
And he was furious.
Your eyes widened as you saw the expression on his face. Never had you seen that look on his face, a mix of burning rage and cold mocking, that even from this distance it filled you with a cold dread.
Run.
Your mind screamed at you and snapped you back into your senses as you saw him rapidly close the distance between you. You put all your remaining energy into getting away.The light was sonear. You were so near to your escape that you could almost reach your hand out to feel the warmth of the sun.
A garbled scream tore through your lips as you were roughly pulled down to come face to face with Andyβs dark sneer. This was the first time you had seen him in this form this close and for a moment you were hypnotized by just how magnificent he was. His eyes were an even darker shade of blue but also more vivid, the storm you had seen early on was front and center. Scales were coating the sides of his neck, leading up to his ears that were now more pointed in what looked to be small fins. His torso was bare and the texture of his tail as it rubbed against your legs was indescribable. Circling his head was a thin intricate band of gold, jewels, and pearls.
A crown.
You gulped as you started to struggle away from him. Your fear was threatening to engulf you, but you fought it as hard as you fought to be released from Andyβs grip. He always had a different air about him. Andy it seems was no ordinary merman.
And you had pissed him off.
βDid you think that you could get away from me that easily, honey?β
You shook off the shock of hearing him in your mind and the venom in his tone, your own screaming for him to let you go. Your screams came out in wild air bubbles from your mouth as his grip on you tightened further. You were sure they would leave bruises.
"You promised you would be good. Now I have to punish you."
"No, Andy! Please let me go!"
Your head craned to search for the light of the surface, to search for hope, and you shivered as Andy took this as an opportunity to kiss roughly along your neck. His growl against your skin sent a shameful heat through your core and the bite he left just below your ear had you shaking.
"How else are you going to learn where your place is, honey?" he said, the threat was unmistakable in his tone. "How else are you going to learn that you're mine?"
He pulled away from your neck only to pin you with his angry glare before crashing his lips to yours. You were frozen as he conquered your mouth, his tongue delving in to claim yours. It was demanding, angry, and possessive. You gasped as you tore yourself away, pushing at his chest desperately to gain distance.
A lucky kick to his abdomen propelled you away and you could practically feel his annoyance rippling in the water as you swam as hard as you could. You gained some distance only for his hand to catch you by the back of your bikini bra, but you fought. You fought with everything you had until your top was ripped from your body, but you didnβt care. You didnβt care that he was shouting at you as you continued to slip from his grasp, his nails leaving angry marks on your skin. You didnβt care that the next time he grabbed for you, he caught your bottoms and tore them off. You didnβt care that you were now stark naked trying to escape the most dangerous predator you had ever encountered. You didnβt care.
Not when the surface was so near.
You kicked yourself upward toward the light, your heartbeat deafening to your own ears. One more stroke. Just one more. Finally, your head pierced through the surface and the fresh air greeted you. It almost overwhelmed you, unaccustomed now to how real air felt like. What it tasted like. You were greedy in your intake, absorbing as much as you could and stretching your arms out to feel the heat of the sun.
A quick glance around and you realized that you were in a cave with an opening just a few steps ahead. Craning your neck, you could see that the opening led to land and if you listened carefully you could almost make out the sound of birds.
Land.
There was land.
You were so elated that you could cry, but it was short lived as you felt yourself being dragged down underwater before you could even grab onto the rocks that lined the edge. Andy had a death grip around you now, his arms circling your torso and his tail fins wrapping around your ankles to keep you from flailing.
βYouβre mine.β
His eyes flashed in warning before his mouth latched onto one hardened nipple. Your back arched at the shocking sensation of his tongue lashing at you. You tried to wriggle free, pushing hard at his wide shoulders but the way his other hand was now snaking down to your core was sending jolts of arousal through you.
βIβm going to show you that youβre mine.β
At that he roughly thrust two fingers into your cunt, your lips opening in a silent scream. You felt humiliated as your core instinctively gripped him tighter, encouraging the assault he was subjecting you to. He chuckled darkly at how wet you were, the nights he had spent to train your body to his touch were well worth it.
His fingers quickened, curling and twisting the way he has come to know drove you higher into ecstasy. He could see the fight in you dissolving, a mixture of fatigue from escaping and the lust that was burning through your skin. He released you momentarily only to lift you until he could close his mouth on your clit, his fingers never slowing in their movements. The addition of his mouth sucking almost violently on your throbbing pearl threw you over the edge, your hips moving on their own to grind on his face to prolong your high.
You were still reeling from your climax, your breathing shallow and laboured, that you didnβt realize he had taken you back to the surface until you felt the thick warm air. He leaned you against the rocks as he lifted your thighs up to circle his hips, your body silently conforming. His tail was rough yet slippery beneath your thighs, almost like beard stubble and it sent shivers dancing across your skin.
βThis time I want to hear you.β
Your eyes snapped to attention and met his, the afterglow of your orgasm quickly replaced by a chilling fear. The cocky smirk he had should have been enough to prompt you to resume fighting him, but instead it froze you in place.
βScream for me, honey.β
Scream you did as he buried his cock inside you in one forceful thrust, your walls struggling to accommodate his inhuman size. His attack was relentless and punishing, driven by a need to possess you in every way possible. Your moans of pleasure and pain echoed through the cavern, your body spiralling uncontrollably into delirium.
βYou feel just as good as the first time.β He laughed at the look of confused panic on your face as he snapped his hips, his cock punching at your cervix. βThatβs right, honey. This isnβt the first time for us. Not that you were conscious during the others.β
That was when you fully realized that there was no escape. You had been fooling yourself into thinking that you could go back to whatever remained of your past life. The moment that Andy had laid eyes on you had sealed your fate. He had claimed you long before this moment. You were his.
βYouβre going to look so good carrying my heirs. Iβm going to keep you dripping with my cum,β he groaned as he felt your walls tighten. His hand came up to your neck, squeezing just enough to have you playing on the edge of consciousness. βGive yourself to me. Bind yourself to me.β
He punctuated each command with a sharp thrust that had the coil in your core tightening painfully, begging for release. His hand around your throat tightened at your silence, warning you to obey. His gaze was burning through yours.
βTell me your mine.β
βIβm yours,β you whispered, resigned to your fate. You were resigned to the choice made for you. βI bind myself to you.β
Upon your words a searing pain erupted around your neck, beneath the skin that he clutched. You screamed as you felt the fire crawl precisely across your skin. Andy watched as a fine white light etched intricate patterns in a collar around your throat, a pattern that was replicated on his left bicep. An unbreakable proof of his command over you.
A contract to bind
Two souls tied
One as master
The other slave
Unyielding and unbreakable
A mark forever engraved
The voice of the ancients enveloped you both, blessing your union. Soon the pain of the marking evolved to that of heightened pleasure and Andyβs pace grew hurried, fueled by purpose to formalize your binding in the most intimate way. He knew by the way you were panting and how your walls were fluttering that you were close. He kept his eyes on you, wanting to see with clarity just how beautiful you would look coming undone.
βCum for me, honey.β His thumb came to thrum urgently on your clit. βCum for me now.β
The scream that tore through your chest and the shaking of your body as you were consumed by the most powerful release you had ever experienced, dragged Andy to his own finish. He groaned loudly against your mouth as he gave a few more harsh thrusts, spilling all of himself deep inside you.
βSay it,β he commanded as you both struggled to come down from your high. βSay your mine.β
You answered with the only thing you could. The only truth that there was. The only words that he would accept. The only answer that you knew deep in your spirit.
βIβm yours.β
Inside Andyβs barren chest came the soft thudding again, louder now this time and more persistent. Louder and louder it grew until he could feel it synchronize with the rapid beating of yours.
His heartbeat.
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