Between Scylla and Charybdis

Chapter 25.*

'My mate...'

Those words unsettled the hag for a moment. Inbetween the jolts of pleasure that surged through his body as her sex clenched around him, he attempted to dissect them, his effort severely limited, due to obvious...distractions.

A mate? Was that even possible? Charybdis long thought himself excluded from having the identity of a Mer. Their curious social habits had only briefly applied to him as a pup, and that was many, many years ago...

What little similarities they shared then, dwindled even further as he altered his body to what it was now. The snakelike length of his tail forever stained and separated him from the species he previously considered 'kin'. They were 'them' and he was 'him' and he never regretted that.

From the way he understood it, mating happened when two compatible mer coupled. It required a certain amount of goodwill from all parties involved, sure, but when push came to shove, all it took was one passionate or careless encounter and voila! A lifelong pact snapped into existence, the risks of getting stuck with someone less than favorable were real...

There had been several occasions in his past when those requirements were met. Brief distractions all, only meant to keep his mind and body occupied. Even if he could not refute the compatibility of their bodies to his, he could be rid of his partners the very next day if he so wished, As easily disposed of as a broken toy. It seemed he was immune to the magical 'make-believe' closeness, referred to as a 'mating bond'. Yet another thing he'd cut out of himself, dead and lost to the deep forever.

Or so he assumed. As this female lay caged underneath his body, her heat lighting up his scales at every possible touch, a faint tickle originated between the blades of his shoulders, traveling up the back of his neck and towards the base of his skull. It was a strange sensation, like the cutting of a knife, but instead of something being taken away, he was left with something new and unfamiliar. It dazed him. The little female, still underneath his body, thrummed with impatience. He pulled at her still trapped wrists, but his hold on her stayed firm.

'Be mine...' she hummed, as her chin raised ever so slightly towards him. Just like something a temptress would do, he smiled to himself.

Again the tingles pulled tight, so very faint it was almost imperceivable. They were the whispers of a ghost that no longer existed within him. He shook his head in an attempt to be rid of them.

'Charybdis, please.' She finally moaned. Scylla glanced up at him with hooded eyes, now looking every bit the seductress that he knew she could be. Hearing his name on her lips was like a spell in its own right, the sound she made on top of that..., it was enough to unravel him completely. All strength drained from his arms, and his lips sank down upon hers as the rest of the world fell away. All that was left was her. She was all he would ever need.

Releasing her wrists, one of his claws cupped the base of her head, cushioning it.

'Yes,-' he whispered against her lips, unsure if she would even hear. As abundant or brief as his time might end up being, he would spend it by her side. 'Only ever yours.'

The tingle at the back of his mind turned to a swirling boil, warming his chest and sending him plummeting over the edge as his entire body clenched.

He wasn't even all the way inside of her, but his cock pulsed, pressure gathering at the base and tightened until he came roaring. Thick ropes of warm seed spilled from him as he writhed on top of her. The sudden orgasm caught him so completely off guard, he couldn't stop himself from crying out.

'F-fuck..., what's happening?! Haa!-' he involuntarily thrust his hips and pushed his torso up as the rest of his body tried its best to deal with the sudden onslaught of pleasure. It was too much. He could feel her thrash and squirm, riding out a wave of similar pleasure. Once her breathing evened out, she glanced up with lustridden eyes.