There was just one problem.
Roxy was overthinking, or rather panicking.
She had never read mermaid smut to know how they fuck, this would be her first time mating or rather fucking a merman.
She floated near the wardrobe, her hands gripping the edge of a shelf so hard her knuckles were white. She stared at her tail. She stared at Caspian, who was waiting patiently by the massive clam bed.
He was trying to be patient with her as much as possible, even though seeing her boobs spilled out and in the opening, made his cock stir inside his cloaca.
I can’t do this. I physically, mentally, and emotionally cannot do this. I am a mammal! I like legs! I like gravity! I don’t know how to... to interact with a fish!
[Just think of it as mating with Syris, he had a long ass tail too, didn’t?]
We were on dry land, and he is a snake and not some fish.
I want to know where the parts go! I don’t see any parts! It’s just scales! What are we going to do, rub our fins together and hope for the best?
"Roxy," Caspian’s voice cut through her panic.
He had removed his ceremonial armor, leaving his chest bare. The scar from the Kraken was fully healed, leaving only a faint, silvery line on his marble skin.
He looked like a god of the deep. A very patient, very beautiful god.
"You don’t have to think too much about it," Caspian noted gently. He extended a hand toward her. "Come here, my Pearl. The water is calm. You should be too."
"I’m not thinking too much," Roxy lied, though her tail was swishing nervously. "I’m just... adjusting to the pressure."
Caspian smiled, a slow, warm expression that didn’t mock her. "There is no pressure here. Only us."
He didn’t command her. He just waited, his hand open, offering her a choice she had already made but was terrified to execute.
Roxy took a deep breath, Do it for the LP, she told herself. Do it for the Gate.
She pushed off the wall and drifted toward him.
When she reached the bed, Caspian gently took her hand and pulled her down. She expected him to be heavy, but in the water, he was weightless. He guided her to hover above him, her pink tail settling between the coils of his indigo one.
The sensation of his scales against hers was a little too sensitive than legs entwined. It was smooth, like stones sliding against each other.
"I... I don’t know what to do," Roxy whispered, her face burning. "I’ve never... I mean, obviously I haven’t..."
"Shh," Caspian silenced her by pressing a finger to her lips. "You do not need to know."
He moved his hand down her side, tracing the line where her human skin met the scales of her hips.
"Trust me," he murmured. "I will guide you."
His hand moved lower, over the soft, armored plates of her tail.
Roxy flinched. "Caspian, I don’t think I have the... equipment. I looked. It’s just smooth scales down there."
Caspian chuckled, a low vibration that hummed against her chest. "Your scale is just like a protection. Think of the way you open an Oyster."
His hand found a specific spot on the underside of her tail, near the pelvic fin. He didn’t press hard. He just brushed his thumb over a row of smaller, softer scales.
A jolt of pleasure, sharp, hot, and completely alien, shot through Roxy’s spine.
"Oh!" she gasped, her back arching involuntarily.
What the fuck was that?
"See?" Caspian whispered against her neck, his other arm wrapping around her waist to hold her close. "Tell me you don’t feel that."
Was it just me, or was Caspian suddenly acting a bit too much like Syris when he wanted to get it down?
[That’s because he was trying his best to be patient with you.]
As a fish...
[...]
[Just focus on feeling good Roxy.]
He continued to stroke that spot, a rhythmic, teasing pressure.
The scales suddenly parted. It wasn’t painful; it felt like a muscle relaxing after being clenched for too long. A hidden slit, concealed perfectly beneath the iridescent plating, began to open in response to his touch.
The water around them seemed to get hotter. Her senses heightened. She could feel the current from his tail, the beat of his hearts, everything was just too clear for her.
Roxy panicked slightly, though her body was melting into his.
[GoddessAphrodite: Oh, stop analyzing it, you silly girl! It’s biology, darling. And frankly, it’s an upgrade. Close your eyes. Stop thinking like a human and start feeling like a mermaid. The water amplifies everything. You’re going to thank me later.]
As if you have ever fucked a merman before.
Roxy squeezed her eyes shut. Okay. Stop thinking and start feeling.
Caspian sensed her surrender. He shifted his position, aligning his body beneath hers. His tail wrapped around hers, creating a double-helix of pink and indigo.
He took her hand and guided it down to his own tail.
"Touch me," he commanded softly.
Roxy reached down. Her fingers grazed the dark, hard scales of his lower abdomen.
She felt a similar structure on him, a ridge of scales that felt hotter than the rest of his body.
Caspian let out a low growl as her fingers brushed it. The ridge parted.
Roxy’s eyes flew open. She looked down.
From the cloacal vent concealed within his scales, something emerged. And surprisingly, it was... impressive.
It was pale, pearlescent, and massive, springing free from its sheath with a sleek, powerful grace. It was already slick with natural lubrication, designed perfectly for the underwater environment.
It didn’t look like a human part entirely, it was smoother, more streamlined, almost beautiful in a very alien, very biological way.
Roxy stared. Her mouth formed a small ’O’.
"Oh," she whispered. "That... fits?"
"It fits," Caspian promised, his voice rough with restraint. He looked at her, his golden eyes blown wide with desire. "It was made for you. The key for the lock."
He guided her hips, positioning her.
The water made everything weightless. There was no awkward shuffling, no gravity fighting them. She just drifted, held in place by his strength and the current.
Roxy felt the tip of him brush against her newly opened sensitivity. She sucked in a sharp breath as she tensed up.
Her human brain was screaming to step back from this.
"Relax," Caspian soothed, sensing her hesitation. He kissed her throat, his hands massaging the tension out of her lower back. "It’s not as bad as you think."
[Yes. Trust your husband.]
Roxy looked at him. She saw the love in his eyes. He was trying to be as patient as possible. He wasn’t just a beast trying to mate; he was a husband trying to please his wife.
But looking at him now, feeling the heat radiating off him, she realized she was actually... curious.
The fear was fading, replaced by a strange, heavy coil of desire in her belly. The sensations were so different, heightened, fluid, all-encompassing.
She inhaled and exhaled.
"Okay," Roxy whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Okay."
She let her tail relax. She let her hips sink down an inch.
She felt him slide against her, seeking entrance. It was smooth and a little bit too wet. It was hot. It was inevitable.
Well, Roxy thought, closing her eyes and letting herself drift down.
How bad can it be?