Page 28 of The Merman’s Betrothal (Outcast Hearts #2)
‘Stop! Don’t you dare mention eggs again.’ Rory braved a few steps forward, wading in shin-deep. ‘I’m ready to… to talk about some of it, right? About this soul bond business. And maybe about… having a go on each other. Getting off, or something. If you want. If you’re sure you want that with me.’
Rory couldn’t help putting an incredulous inflection on that last bit.
Truth be told, he’d fully lost his grip on the situation after Fionn’s casual confession.
How was this man— this hench fucking warrior-prince sculpted out of lapis lazuli—a virgin?
And how had the universe, fate, whatever, decided that Rory was his perfect match?
Could he even handle having so much merman all to himself?
All. To. Himself.
Rory’s goosebumps were properly prickling now. It hit him with the weight of a freight ship that he might even have to guide Fionn through the experience. That he’d be responsible for every first tremble of pleasure over that perfectly smooth flesh.
… Fionn had just said something.
‘Huh?’ Rory croaked.
Fionn’s entire torso had taken on a darker shade of blue. He gulped before speaking. ‘I take it you are not so averse to my presence as you have been recently.’
Rory registered the hot thump of the soul bond in his chest betraying him. The hot thump from his hard cock bulging his trousers was equally a dead giveaway.
‘Yeah,’ he said thickly. ‘Can I suck your dick?’
Jesus fucking Christ. That wasn’t the plan at all, but he couldn’t deny that it suddenly seemed like a very good one.
Fionn’s mouth dropped open slowly. ‘You want to… ?’
A kernel of reason shook itself back awake in Rory’s brain. Eggs, it reminded him.
‘Wait. Maybe.’ Rory held up both hands, though Fionn wasn’t advancing on him. ‘Depends what your… equipment is like. I’m not saying yes, but I’m not saying no, right? But what is— How does— Is it—?’
‘Shall I show you?’ Fionn offered, tugging at his kilt.
It can’t be that much different than mine, Rory thought, feeling light-headed. Unless it’s like a shark-penis. Or a dolphin’s. Or, Christ, what if it’s some kind of tentacle?
He managed to nod, all the same. Fionn waded toward him until the water fell below his hips, revealing the clam shell sporran on his kilt. With an air of ceremony, he grasped the woven edge of his kilt and lifted it for Rory to see underneath.
Rory expelled a surprised breath of relief. Fionn’s dick looked relatively normal. It was a deep blue, of course, and quite hairless over the entire area around it.
It began to perk up under his scrutiny. Fionn swallowed a gravelly cough as Rory, unable to help himself, bent lower to get a better look.
As the shape of Fionn’s cock filled out it retained a smooth overall appearance, lacking certain features like a frenulum or obvious glans, yet bearing a slit opening in the tip.
‘Are you cut or do you just not have foreskin?’ Rory found himself asking.
‘We don’t have… excess skin,’ Fionn replied stiffly.
‘And eggs come out of that? ’
Fionn’s girth looked similar to Rory’s, though it was maybe a couple of inches longer, which ironically made it appear slimmer. Rory considered the thickness of Fionn’s fingers and the fact that two of them had gone into him quite easily…
‘They are expelled through this opening.’ Fionn grasped his cock, angling it so Rory could see the tip better.
The sight sent an electric thrill through Rory, like he was watching something illicit in the way Fionn handled himself.
‘But I am not currently in season, so there is no risk of that happening right now. In case that worries you.’
Fionn watched him carefully, anxiously even.
‘In season?’ Rory repeatedly stupidly.
‘You are sure you wish to know?’
‘Just tell me how it works.’
Fionn ran a thumb down his shaft as if self-conscious of it. ‘Our bodies produce eggs in a three-month cycle. If the eggs are not laid within a short period—about two weeks—then they are reabsorbed by the body. It has been a month since I was last in season. Since I last had eggs ready for laying.’
Rory tore his eyes away from Fionn’s cock and met his dark gaze instead. His heart was pounding in his chest. ‘So do you still like to… get off? Can you get off if you’re not in season? If I…’
‘I would love to feel your mouth,’ Fionn blurted. The shade of his face was so deep now that his skin colour was practically midnight. His silver hair flashed against it, as stark as stars.
Rory dropped to his knees with a splash. The cold water didn’t phase him even slightly. There was probably nothing that could douse the fire currently in his underwear. And as he found himself at eye-level with Fionn’s smooth cock, it only burned hotter.
Fuck, I’m really going to do this.
Rory edged his lips forward until they grazed the tip of Fionn’s blue length. It felt warm against them. He smelled salt and musk.
Rory pressed closer, persuading his lips to part and take the first inch of Fionn into his mouth.
It was so smooth against his tongue, like the thing was made of glass.
Except it pulsed slightly, revealing the pliability of flesh.
The heat of it, sitting snug in his mouth, was a sensation to be savoured.
Like a cascade of epiphany, all these little observations lined up one by one to add to Rory’s arousal.
Overhead, Fionn groaned roughly. ‘Your mouth is perfect, Rory.’
And that sent another thrill through him. Perfect, Fionn said, with utmost gravity.
Rory wanted him to say it again, so he plunged slowly down, taking in another couple of inches. The subtly bulbous tip of Fionn’s cock swept over the back of his mouth near his throat. Rory would have worried about a gag reflex if the sensation wasn’t so fulfilling.
Fuck, he was enjoying this, wasn’t he? Fucking fuck.
Rory was struck that he could choke on this cock if he wanted to. If he wanted to really ram it down and let his mouth feel fucked. Or let Fionn take control. Maybe even restrict his air a bit…
God, he wanted to touch his own dick so badly.
He heard Fionn panting. ‘Rory. You are so… Your tongue is… I think I’m going to…’
Don’t come yet, Rory wanted to say. I’m only just getting the hang of this.
Fionn’s hand landed on his head. Fingers twisting in his hair. Urging him to take Fionn just a little deeper.
Ohh, fuck, Rory’s brain garbled as Fionn’s hot cock pushed into the back of his throat.
The heat began to expand. The flesh already filling him so beautifully began to push more insistently at the walls of Rory’s mouth. It started to fill the space in his throat.
He choked, gag reflex finally kicking in to push the tip of Fionn’s cock back over his tongue. But it was still growing.
‘Rory,’ Fionn gasped, sounding unnervingly alarmed. ‘I didn’t think of this. I’m sorry I didn’t—’
His words were lost to the most pornographic moan Rory had ever heard. Fionn began to shake.
I can’t get his dick out, Rory realised, somewhat woozily. He grasped the shaft with both hands, registering that its overall girth hadn’t widened. It was just the tip that had mushroomed into a tennis ball-sized gag and now was trapped behind his teeth.
Rory breathed heavily through his nose. God, now he really was at Fionn’s mercy. Why was this so hot? He’d never been gagged before. Had no idea it could affect him like this.
The weight of Fionn’s monstrous cock trembling on his tongue dragged him into a lustful daze.
Fionn’s fingers wound even tighter in his hair.
‘Rory,’ he moaned over and over like a man possessed. ‘Rory, please.’
‘Mmhu hmm hm?’ Rory tried to vocalise around the obstruction, but all it did was elicit another crazed groan and caused Fionn to double over.
‘I’ve never… come for… as long as this,’ Fionn stuttered through his tremors.
Rory’s eyes opened wide.
This was a fucking orgasm?
It was a long orgasm. Rory couldn’t taste any cum in his mouth, yet Fionn sounded like he was coming apart at the seams.
In a state approaching panic, Rory’s hand delved into his jeans.
He freed his cock into the water and stroked it ruthlessly, drowning in the sounds of Fionn’s pleasure spilling over the top of his head like ocean waves.
In his chest the soul bond thrummed with it too, twanging his nerves out of place and threatening to knock him over.
There were real waves too. The water was rising, crashing into them both. Pushing Fionn’s cock further into his mouth. Rocking the bulging shape of it over his tongue until Rory couldn’t help but moan at the feel of it.
He wanted to come with this thick cock inside him.
He wanted to choke on Fionn’s orgasm until he blacked out.
Rory’s hand picked up speed, desperately chasing his own release. With his other hand he clutched at Fionn’s thigh, nails biting into midnight skin. Fionn’s legs were buckling. The waves struck harder, smashing into Rory’s chest. Fionn gave a shout that was lost on the wind.
Rory barely noticed when they both collapsed underwater.