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Pike surveys the land, casting his gaze across the turbulent, winding river that cuts the mountain range in half.

In order to reach the other side, and with it, his assassination target, he would normally have to take the long way across the rocky roads on this side of the water. But the obvious path would make it all too easy to be discovered, and besides, would take much too long. He would rather take his chances and ride the torrent to his destination, wading through the waters and appraoching the ruins from an unexpected angle.

This hadn't been his first rodeo in clearing out an ancient wreck of it's denizens, either. Covered in head to toe with steel armor that he had recently spent

a fortune on, he felt most reassured that there was nothing to fear at his destination. Many an outlaw had tried to ambush him, only to find the tables turned when they realized they could not even put a scratch on his iron defenses.

After he had lost his right arm in a duel long ago, he relished in the untouchable feeling the armor provided him. His enemies were many, armed to the teeth and had a limb more to spare, but neither their skill nor their equipment could match up to his martial might. In fact, his destruction of a certain cult in the western lands had granted him some level of infamy, farms whispering fearful warnings to their guards as he passed by. The new metal also helped with his intimidating image, as he was regarded as a rather unassuming pretty boy without the help of his helmet.

And so, he had also heard the rumors of the monsters lurking all over the region, not only within the caves and forests, but also about the creatures with spiked teeth that brought their victims back to their nests in the river's waters. But even if there was truth to that old wives tale, Pike was confident that no monster or man could match his skill, nor the strength of his metal. And although not comfortably, the helmet let him breathe underwater.

With his new acquisition and bolstered confidence, he took his first step in the water, hatching a plot to repeat his legendary exploits of taking on a dozen cultists at once.

As he went along his way, the muddy waters of the river slowly cleared up as the waters' flow intensified, forming faint waves and moving the armored assassin along the riverbed.

There, he spotted some of the bizarre aquatic creatures inhabiting this body of water. Elongated wormfish were suckling on the algae growing at the shallow ends, absorbing the plants with their big mouths and transporting them through a warp in space to their nests, hidden deep below the surface of the raging rapids. Pike grimaced, rather annoyed by the suction of their warpind mouthes. He pushed the creatures aside, watching them disperse at a speed unexpected of a fish the size of a baseball bat.

Though now that Pike was moving along with the river's flow, progress proved much faster. Given that he was just about to reach what was ordinarily his running speed, this way would surely get him to his goal way faster than the route on land. A shortcut that only someone of his experience could come up with.

At least, so he thought.

But after the riverbank left him and he got swept along into the broader flow of the water, the pace of his strides suddenly became difficult to control. As fast he was trying to move, the rapids were faster and the waves rougher, not to mention the fact that he had been slowly sinking lower, the waves now reaching up to his hips. Swimming instead of wading might have alleviated the problem, but there lied the issue: his metal suit of armor was far to heavy for him to be as buoyant as he'd like. The waves kept tossing him about, putting his heavily armored form off balance and sweeping him further along the river's path.

Pike stumbled, but his will wasn't shaken. He recomposed himself and strided forward, determined to quite literally ride the wave and reach his destination through the fastest possible path.

But life is hardly ever that convenient. All of a sudden, Pike found hurled below the waves as he felt a strong tug on the foot he'd put forth. He'd accidentally hooked his foot in a growth of algae, and the sudden stop in momentum quickly flung him below the surface. Awkwardly flailing about, he tried to untrap himself from the fiendish plant, only to come face to face with a sharp-toothed grin.

A muscular monstrosity of a merman-like creature had spotted his predicament. The river denizen was fairly easily spotted with his yellow scales and massive grin, but only on a second look would Pike spot that this interlopers waist ended in an eel-like tail. His first look was solely dedicated to comprehending the similarly monster-sized and very erect dick the brute had hanging just below.

Scowling at the savage, Pike thrust his dagger into the direction of the eel-brute's gloating face, but came up short. Without solid footing and with the torrent against him, he had no chance of leveraging his usual dexterity. Instead, the carelessly outstretched arm was quickly grabbed and pinned to the river's floor as the brute, native to these waters, flung pike to the ground like he was snatching up a puddle fly. That said, the attacker was disappointed to find that his teeth were not sharp enough to pierce his prey's shell, bouncing off of the tough metal.

The two grapled in the sand for a while longer, though with the weight of his armor on top, it was moreso that Pike was being handily manhandled by his adversary, folded into increasingly compromising positions. And yet, Pike was not one to give up easily. He held himself steady on a rock he had spotted, intending to crawl to the river's edge and onto land, where the eel-man could not follow without reversing their positions.

But then, he suddenly remembered the algae. How was he crawling along the water's floor so steadily when his leg was still wrapped in the plant that trapped him initially? In a quick look behind him, he only saw a wormfish.

Trying to snatch up as much algae as it could, the greedy fish had gulped up more than it could swallow, transporting his leg through it's portal mouth and back into it's nest! Even worse, it seems the creature had gotten stuck on the thicker parts of the armor. Pike raised his other leg, determined to kick the annoyance off, but it just as quickly got grabbed by his eel-like adversary.

The brute took the opportunity to slap his enormous cock onto his prey's stomach, making Pike gulp with worry for the first time. For all his armor's unbreakable strength, the leg the wormfish swallowed up would certainly expose a vulnerability in his lower half. He could only curse his decision to jump into these savage-infested waters unprepared as the eel-man ripped apart what little wet cloth still covered his ass.

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Soon enough, his large cheeks were free from their constraints and free for the aquatic predator to run his claws across, roughly groping Pike's ass like it was attached to a piece of fertile fuckmeat rather than a feared and powerful assassin. Pike's legs squirmed and grew weak as he realized what the merman was up to, and just how large he really was. Despite how it had happened to him before, he never expected to be so compromised and vulnerable again, especially at the hands of such a hung monster.

Resistance was futile, however. The creature let out something akin to a warcry, though likely of slightly different meaning given it's erect state. And as a response, two more wormfish arrived on the scene. Though the first had been a coincidence, it turned out these 'brutes' had quite a sophisticated hunting strategy, luring the wormfish in with their favorite food, they'd get smaller fish to nibble on their bigger prey, leaving it unable to fight back.

Pike had just experienced the dangers of underestimating them for himself, but by then, it was already too late. The tamed wormfish stuck themselves onto his other leg and arm, leaving Pike's punches and kicks down in the nests below while the water's apex predator had just caught himself another convenient cocksleeve. Unable to constrain his excitement to breed, the monster slapped his cock against Pike's ass, exposing the pretty boy's rather undersized penis in response. Pike wanted to protest due to his manhood, but even if his captor could have understood him, he likely couldn't care less what type of genitals his fuckholes orgasmed with.

One ruthless thrust later, the eel-man sheathed his giant dick in his new onahole, nearly bulging out the armor Pike was oh-so proud of with a hip-slam into his ass. Scaroused by the rough handling and the feeling of utter helplessness, Pike couldn't help but cum, almost more as a panic response than anything else. His single spurt of clear seed was quickly washed away by the current, but he wasn't even aware yet that that moment had sealed his fate. Sensing the juices of a land-dweller in the waters, the eel-brute's companions were instantly alerted to the fact that a new helpless bitch was being broken into at just that moment.

Turns out that in his haste, Pike had turned himself into the perfect fish-bait, a water-breathing cumdumpster tough enough to take any abuse, yet soft enough to get penetrated and fucked silly by dozens of eel-cocks. At least if he was bait on a fishing pole, he could've reeled himself back in. Although in a way, he certainly was about to destroy his previous record of taking on twelve men. The mermen would certainly not let him off the hook with only that few, now that they'd received an ideal cocksheath.

In the meantime, the brute was paying no attention to Pike's premature orgasm. Rather, he focused on gripping the dented sideplates of his armor like handlebars, shoving his new, shelled dicksleeve onto him over and over again, spearing his ass with more cockmeat than it new how to handle, pummeling Pike's prostate in the process. But it only took a few further thrusts of eel-cock into Pike's sorry pussy to call a few other hunters to the scene, carefully licking their sharp mouthes for a piece of prey to fuck. Their senses had gone completely berserk with the urge to breed, quickly pumping up their erections and filling them with even more desire to fuck their prey into submission.

Pike's newly limbless form was now being passed between them with no way resist, said limbs undoubtedly struggling against the river floor in entirely different locations. But it only took a bit of slapping and mucking about with the helmet to open it up. Luckily for Pike, this suit of armor had a bubble layer to allow him to breathe even with the clutch open. But not so luckily, a fat eel-cock was waiting to pump itself down his throat the second it obtained access. Though he thought he wouldn't have to worry about air, the massive, algae-covered dick being massaged by his throat proved him wrong yet again.

The stomach of the second eel-brute faded in and out of his view as the two savages slid the land-dweller back and forth on their thick shafts, spitroasting their toy, defenseless despite possessing the highest defense.

No sounds could be heard among the river's rapids, and the peaceful atmosphere above had left no trace of the assassin's disappearance, just like he originally intended. However, below the waves, two beastly cocks slammed in and out of his holes with unmatched force, making his spacially displaced limbs feel weaker and fainter as their nuts slammed against both of his sets of cheeks. Whether he realized it at this point or not, there was no way out of it at this point. He'd been turned into a fish-servicing cocksleeve for good.

In the meantime, his own dick, still only a mite harder than soft, was periodically squirting more pre into the water, attracting further predtors to manhandle his body and slam their cocks into him. It almost felt like the eel-brute's genitals were their real weapons, completely and utterly destroying Pike's pride as a warrior without any way for him to respond or retreat. Other than to keep shooting ropes whenever his assailant delivered a K.O. blow to his poor prostate.

It was impossible to tell how long the mermen had been claiming his holes for, but he could certainly feel the lack of air and the way him choking on the aggressor's penis was followed up on with more energetic thrusts. But just as he'd nearly zoned out from the dick-focused tenderizing his soft parts were receiving, the massive cock was pulled from his throat, letting him gasp for the air his suit was slowly providing.

Algae had stuck to his throat and lips, thickly covered in the taste of the cock that had just been lubing up and stretching out his throat for the last few moments. But just as quickly, he was pressed down on like a squeeze toy, lazily flipped around to come face to face with the ballsack that had just been smacking against his ass.

His cock-addled mind realizing far too late that the two were switching, he could only get out a few quick words of protest before the first eel-cock slammed past his cushy lips and down into his generously lubed throat, making him sputter and choke. Not far behind, the eel-sack smacked right into his face, letting the pent-up fiend give Pike a little showcase of the loads he was going to be fucked full of.

He had absolutely no agency in the matter, those mistakes on the riverside having turned him from a capable assassin into a powerless sex toy, only capable of moving when monsters was thrusting him onto their cocks. Not even his dick had any agency left, helplessly drooling and flopping about as his holes were getting railed.

His saving grace was, perhaps, that the aquatic monsters did not have much in the way of musk. Something that they made up with, however, in their sheer brutal enthusiasm of destroying his holes, rallied into a frenzy by the cum they smelled in the water.

And with that potent aphrodisiac in the air, the eels could not hold back any longer, timing their thrusts to hilt both of their cocks in their joint dicksheath, making Pike swallow the entirety of the dick that popped his cherry. Not a moment later, the merman's balls tightened up on both his face and ass, signaling the torrent of semen that would soon be bumped into the fucksleeve from both ends. The force of their orgasms thrust into his bitch-spot almost as hard as their hips had prior, forcibly making him squirt again with each rope they shot, bloating his stomach and nearly distending the armor from both ends.

Just as quickly as it had begun, the brutal fucking ended, with both cocks quickly pulling out of Pike and letting their fucktoy gulp down more cum before desperately sucking in air. He knew very well that next to these two were a ton of other hunters that this breeding session had attracted, and they wanted a turn. He tried getting his face cleaned up with his tongue, flipping disheveled hair and algae out of his face to not choke as hard on the next monster cock inevitably about to ravage his throat like a fleshlight.

And so, the legend of Pike the assassin ended and became yet another tale about the unseen dangers within the waters.

The only remaining word about his impressive deeds is that if you see a magnificent piece of armor in the river, don't go in there to pick it up.

The eels are just waiting for another one to bite.