ChocolatEel! - A Sweet Story (Illustrated by LordSnape, WhiteMantis & UndyingSong)
In a world where the sea is sweet and not salty, a chocolate eel encounters a set of seven succulent sirens..
Disclaimer: This story contains sexual interactions of a somewhat unusual kind (Eel anthro and several varied mermaids), as well as food-related content (Not vore, but food-play, like chocolate sauce on a sex partner!), so if you're a kid who shouldn't be reading this, or are more normal than I, and don't like that sort of thing, don't complain afterwards.
ChocolatEel! -Or- A Girl's Real Best Friend
A Yummy Yarn -Or- A Sweetly Silly Story by Amethystine, Follower of Flights of Fancy, Formulator of Fantastical & Freaky Food Fish-Folk
--Story inspired by the above picture, which was an in-progress stage of a picture wherein a normal brown eel was without any markings and looked rather like pure chocolate. The actual posting by the artist (and the full-size version) can be found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2905296 --
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Once upon a time, there was a sweet little eel-man named Charles. He wasn't actually that little, but he was quite sweet, for he was made of chocolate. His body was mostly made of rich, dark chocolate, which was a deep brown colour, and his belly was formed from creamy milk chocolate with a much lighter shade of brown. Starting on his head, running all along his back and over some of his lowest lower belly was a flat fin, like most eels have. It possessed spines of the rich treat, interconnected with the lighter, milky cocoa to form the lengthy rudder that allowed him to swim through the seas with a serpentine sway. His thick dark fingers were also connected by lighter coloured webbing, and his eyes looked like vertically oval pools of near-black chocolate syrup floating in pale, molten fondue. Lastly, his sharp looking teeth were made of hard white chocolate, of course.
His whole body was so sleek and smooth, anyone who saw him would know immediately just how silky and soft he would be to touch, and how divine he would taste.
Charles lived and swam in the sweet (not salty!) waters off the east coast of North America, around the rocky beaches and in the chilly, dim depths of the Atlantic. He didn't care for the silly azure waters down south, because they were too warm for him, and too bright. If it was too warm, he might start to melt! And if it was too clear and easy to see his dark form, a big, nasty, great white sugar-shark with a sweet tooth (or multiple rows of sweet teeth, that is) might spy him and gobble him up. Or perhaps even the dreaded Oreorca! The huge black and white, killer sandwich-cookie terror of the deep.
Nevertheless, the Chocolateel had a good life, snacking on the other confectionary creatures of the sea. Like sweet skittleSalmon, minnow-mallows, kit-katfish, lollibsters, StarBurst-fish, Tootsie-Roll trout, cotton candy cod, peanut butter bass, cherry-red snapper pie, Mallo-Cup marlins, peppermint patty pikes, Hershey's haddocks, squid suckers, jellybeanfish, crab cakes (but not the kind we're used to!), Krispy Kreme koi, licorice loach, little sardine Smarties, and even Fig Newts, if he could catch them on the shores of rivers he sometimes liked to explore.
Although, aside from his dietary needs being readily met by the multitude of marine munchies mentioned mere moments ago, the cocoa-comprised creature couldn't catch contentment.. for he was lonely. There were less females than males of his kind, to the degree that practically all of them were spoken for. This had happened because some of them they had possessed an unstoppable urge to nibble their on their own chocolatey tailfins, licking and sucking on them in times of idleness, like a child with its thumb and safety blanket rolled into one. Said snacking slowly caused their fins to melt away, and without the largest portion of their powerful propulsion parts, they were ripe for the plucking.
So, such was the state of his existence: Mostly happy, but seeking a soulmate, someone special, someone sweet.. and sweet on him! Of course, when he finally found his heart's desire (and more), he had not been looking for it. Instead, he was looking for crab cupcakes.
One day, in a cozy bay he had found some time beforehand while venturing a bit farther south than his kin normally went, Charles the ChocolatEel was searching a bunch of water-washed rocks that poked up from the surface in a small circle. In the midst of the mid-sized ocean inlet, the wave-worn and weathered stones made a tidy tide pool at the lowest of low tides, but was otherwise a basis for a modest reef below the low-tide line, and a neat grotto above. The eel liked to think of it as 'his spot', as he had never met any other intelligent creatures there. The water was at its highest as the eel wound around the back of one of the pillars' protruding peaks, scouring it with his webbed hands for any miniscule morsels. Just as he had let out a soft sound of triumph at seizing a small snack, he heard something surfacing on the other side of the group of mostly submerged stone spires.
Charles froze, fearful of what it might be, ducking down close behind the sea-smoothed stone. The rock was wide, forming a good chunk of the back of the circle of stones, narrow and curved, with two higher points on either end and a dip in the middle, eroded into a smooth, shallow curve. That curve was what Charles carefully peered over, using his long body to push himself up slowly. With one hand, he steadied himself against the rock, the other pressing down the fin that topped his head, attempting to lower his profile, in case of potential predators.
What he found, though, soon caused his hand to slip from his sleek, sweet head.. his fin springing to full attention!
Lovely, lilting laughter wafted from across the grotto as a group of gorgeous girls giggled amongst themselves, finishing what must have been a fun frolic in more open waters. There were five of them that Charles could see, though there could have been more under the surface. The eel's heart raced at the sight, for they weren't just humble humans! Their skin was coloured in various vibrant shades; ravishing red, yummy yellow, glorious gold.. even a beautiful blue one. They were all mermaids!
Now, you might have guessed that in an ocean occupied by oddities such as Oh Henry octopi and Ozark oysters, the mermaids therein would also be a bit.. different. In this tasty world, the fair half-fish femmes were also formed like food. But instead of being akin to the myriad of marine munchies and sea-dwelling snacks, the sirens were simple and more basic in body composition, similar to the pure chocolate eels. The watery women were a wide variety of fruit, and at the same time, they were also made up of a number of several sea-faring species. Don't get it? Allow me to continue..
As the fishy, fruit-like females took to the tiny towers of rock, Charles could see some of the more agile ones helping the others up into comfortable spots on the smooth stones. He spied a succulent strawberry siren with a tail that seemed to possess the perfect, ripe, ruddy red flesh of the fruit, inlaid with the proportionally small seeds, giving the slowly tapered appendage the appropriate appearance. She laid herself out on her back as Charles admired the wide red, gauzy tailfin that sprouted from the somewhat stubby and rounded tip of her tail. Her human half was coloured like that of the inside of a strawberry, having pale red flesh that was tinted with freckles of white, which only got more abundant near her head. In fact, the skin of her face was actually white with red freckles, as one colour had overtaken the other halfway along her nicely endowed upper body. Lastly, her head was topped by a short mop of straight, light green hair, framing her face and curling up slightly at the tips. Within the strands were long and thin pointed leaves that matched the light green shade of her hair.. or maybe they were one and the same, as the closer the eel looked from his vantage point, the more it seemed like the mermaid's damp, hanging tresses were entirely integrated with the foliage and vice versa.
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Charles sighed and gazed dreamily at the cute fruit girl, idly watching her fine friends filling in the other spots on the rocks. They all oriented themselves out to sea while he was at the back of the circle, nearer to the shore. Perhaps the ones he could see beginning to bask in the sun were talking with their friends still in the water.. or perhaps mermaids tended to naturally face towards the ocean, thanks to their connection with it, or even to always be set to seduce susceptible sailors.
As they settled in, it appeared as though the sumptuous sirens had chosen his little lagoon for their preferred pastime of primping themselves and one another, chatting, and languid laying about. The eel debated what to do, wanting to introduce himself, but was a bit unnerved by how many of them were there. Thanks to the scarcity of eel-girls, he wasn't as comfortable around the fairer sex as he should have been, nevermind numerous naiads! He didn't have very long to think about it, though, as a massive shape surfaced in front of the rock he was using for cover and loomed up over him. Panicking quietly, he slipped backwards and down into the water once more as a huge, striped green dorsal fin was lowered over the back of the rock, hanging above his head and dripping with water, the drops landing squarely on the top of his snout where the brown beak poked through the surface.
Silently swallowing, Charles eyed the latest aquatic arrival. It was another one of the girls, but she was enormous! That is to say, she was a more sizable species than the rest, like a whale of some kind.. Charles wasn't sure. He _was_ certain that she was as pretty as the others, at least from the backside. The fin that nearly bumped into his head was a verdant green lined with messy stripes that were a darker green than the rest, but the flesh of her humanoid back was a near-red colour with oblong black spots arranged vertically. A thick off-white border was seen between the green and red hides, acting as a transition 'twixt the two, circling the base of her aquatic additions. She was using the shallow curved outcropping like a backrest, her large red arms, themselves sporting green fins with black stripes, were laying on the two raised ends of the stone while her full frame rested lightly against the depression in the middle. She faced the rest of her companions while her impressive dorsal fin hung over the still unseen chocolate eel.
Charles could no longer see the rest of the fascinating females, but he managed to hear one speak up to the rest about what a nice spot it was. As there came a chorus of confident confirmations, the eel grinned to himself and slipped away into the waves. He knew they would stay there for some time yet, so he could come back and introduce himself properly.. but first, he needed to find some TicTacTunas, his breath was bound to be brutally bad!
Charles surfaced subtly, some distance away from the circle of stones, where the sirens sat and softly sang astride them. His sleek self and stealthy sensibilities kept him from being spotted, spying on 'his' colourful crowd of crooning crushes.. for he had indeed been instantly infatuated with them all.
Listening intently to their tune, he swooned somewhat, sinking slightly before shaking his head to clear it of the fogging fuzziness. The mermaids' musical magic did not actually affect him in any concrete capacity, as he was a dweller of the depths. He simply found it to be truly beautiful, even without its witching wiles wooing him.
Before him, there were.. he couldn't believe it, his dark chocolate eyes darting over them a few times, counting and re-counting.. seven! Seven scintillating, sweet sirens. Sensual, seductive, sexy and.. succulent. Of course, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and his eyes _were_ formed from fondue. Nevertheless, anyone with any kind of eyes could see what appealed to the anthro eel: Ample curves, soft skin, vibrant colours, slender toned musculature.. and that was just their tails! Even from the detection-defying distance, Charles could tell each girl's human half was as attractive as legend made them out to be; Fine figures topped with luscious locks, each enticingly exotic in their own fruit-based fashion. The collection of colourful companions almost appeared akin to a large bowl of flesh and blood fruit. Despite their appearances and unique features, they were more animal than plant, their bodies merely mimicking the form and flavour of fruit.
As he had guessed, they were all turned towards the open ocean, overtly obvious in their display, even if they did not realize they had done so. As it was, the plucky eel was in the perfect place to peruse their pretty presentation, pleasing himself with the thought that they had put themselves there, just for him.
In the centre, there was the strawberry siren, who he had already admired for some time, earlier.. but she still grabbed his greedy gaze for another long look before he moved on to the mermaid murmuring something into her ear. The whispering one was leaning up from her lower landing on the two-level rock, returning to rest close to the quietly crashing waves that washed over her lower limbs. Long yellow legs, lots of them. The bright beauty was a semi- squid, her thin, twisting tentacles tumbling over one another as they crept and crawled over the crags of the outcropping. She was repositioning herself, affording Charles the chance to observe her graceful grippers in motion. He could see two extra elongated extremities, topped with the typical twin spade- shaped paddles in addition to the ample eight ordinary others. As she settled once more and laid herself out, her legs lined up loosely and revealed her to be banana-based.
Along the anteriors of the ten tendrils were tiny black spots that simulated the sight of seeds, as well as marking the squid's suckers upon the brighter yellow undersides. A similar shade of creamy yellow covered her higher half, both her human hide and the interior of her legs looking like the inside of a banana, while the top of the tentacles were tinted like the tough husk of the fruit-- forever in mid-peel. Matching her lengthy nature, her upper body was that of a tall woman, which was made even taller in appearance by her brown hair, held high in a golden wire-frame headdress. The spiralled metal mesh was a curving cylinder that kept her hair back, secured into a small brunette bob atop the headpiece, giving the appearance of a banana's thick, dark stem. The last thing Charles' eyes lingered upon was what you would expect, focused on her front, he found her breasts to be bountiful, but flatter than the others. Her sleek, supple skin slid smoothly up and back down again along her laying length, the slight vertical pattern that ran through the pale yellow flesh like the indentations on a real banana, framed her full figure.
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Going from one cephalopod sweetie to another, the cocoa fellow found a fat set of orange limbs laid out and splayed out over the stone spire to the left. Perched atop the pointed peak of the rock was an orange octopus, orange both in colour and in type of fruit. Where the banana beauty had been lengthy, the orange was somewhat squat.. but no less sexy. Her curves were more curvy, her body more bodacious! Fiery hot hair hung around her head, in a shade we would call 'red'. But in their world, 'red' hair was the colour of crimson, and they knew _real_ orange when they saw it. Her round face was lit up with a large grin, and she laughed and leaned about on her high home to catch comments from her cohorts, her strong, stout tendrils tightening and tugging to twist and turn her about atop the rock. As they worked, they would occasionally whip upwards, exposing their tender undersides, showing them to be lined with a deeper orange flesh that was covered with random white streaks. Those vein-like strips of ivory made the tentacle's underbellies appear more pale than the tough but vibrant and dimpled hide above.
It was easy for the eel, despite the tentacles being strewn over different sides of the stone, to see that if they were pulled together and curled up so that each swiftly tapering tip were to touch, the eight thick 'slices' would make a convincing looking spherical citrus. While Charles imagined her legs forming an orb, his eyes wandered upwards to gaze upon two very real orbs. Set upon her sweet saffron skin, they seemed super lush, and luscious. Their rather ripe roundness fit her very voluptuous form, from her full head of deep orange hair to her slightly lighter flesh, to the neat ring of near white that encircled her waist and marked the beginning of the rubbery rind-like tendrils.
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Looking lower, the lanky lurker's leer landed on long, light locks. Golden locks, belonging to a gorgeous girl, her upper body being beyond beautiful, with amazing attributes, trim torso, balanced bust, and flawless flesh. She was a golden yellow, seeming to out-shine the banana babe's more creamy colour of the same sort. Her superiority stopped at the top of her tail, though. Her scintillating skin was snatched savagely away into the thick, gnarled brown of a heavily hardened hide, huge spiked scales overlapping along the girthy fishtail. If Charles had been familiar with a certain terrestrial plant, he might have thought up the old adage, 'Every rose has its thorns.' As it was, he knew that her lineage could not have survived to be so attractive without due defence.
The beastly barbs laid flat, facing downwards, pointing towards her massive, multi-faceted fin. It rested on the rocks, sprouting from the end of the partially pretty mermaid's meaty tail. Her lower length was indeed a bit beefy, the brown armour backed by a bulky, considerably covered core, creating a somewhat swollen cylinder from which her grand green tailfin grew, emanating from her body's blunt bottom end. It had a flattened paddle portion with several sharply pointed extremities extending fan-like from it, a diversity of delicate emerald daggers that flexed and flapped as she chatted with her friends.
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Perhaps you have not readily realized, but the eel rapidly recognized the pineapple pufferfish mermaid. He knew that even with the acute adornments upon the formidable fruit husk that was her tail and the fanned fin of flaying foliage, she was not utterly untouchable.. with her spikes settled and soft and her tailfin tamed, she was probably pretty personable. Although, adequately angered, she would waste no time in tensing her tail, triggering her tines to tauten, and her tailfin to toughen. Spikes set straight up and her green group of propelling fins firmly stiffened and spread into deadliness, she would be fairly fearsome.. at least below the waist. Even so, Charles was charmed, just as much as he had been by the others. But he was not so smitten that he neglected the nymphs not yet noticed.
Moving along, massive mammaries met the male's scanning stare. Genuinely gargantuan, glistening and slightly slick with seawater, the tremendous twins trapped the thin eel's eyes for a moment. They were a robust red, the crimson curves capped by big, black nipples that stood out on her skin like swollen seeds. Finally forcing his fixated peepers to a less lewd part of the lovely lady's liquid-soaked self, Charles took in the other oversized elements that made up her body. The large, lithe (but liberally laden) lass lounged with her back against the rear rock of the circle, leaning against it because, due to her enormity, she could do little else. As she turned to one side to stretch slowly, her familiar fin was revealed, showing her to be a shark! The sight of the grand grass-green dorsal rudder on such a considerable carnivorous creature could've caused consternation in the eel, but he did nothing but continue to gleefully gawk. It was her hugeness that eased his mind, as he knew only one shark sure to be at such a size: a whale shark, a huge, harmless hunter of nothing bigger than candied krill or phyto-plankton fudge.
Charles felt vindicated after his earlier assumption that she was 'a whale of some kind' as he thought back to when she had loomed up over him at the back of the stone circle. When he had fled for a breath-freshener fish, he grabbed a glimpse of her tail, which had been lined with the same squiggly stripes as her fin. Since the eel then knew her species, it was easy for him to fill in the blanks and imagine the shark's substantial submerged section: Formidable fins along a lengthy lower half that becomes leaner and leaner until the tell-tale tailfins create the two triangle tips. All of her fine fish flesh displaying the wide-banded watermelon markings while the watery woman was topped with a towering torso that was the scrumptious scarlet of the melon's meat. Lastly, as he had also noticed earlier, there were rather regular patches of black upon her higher half. Inky oval blots that seemed like seeds studded her sides' supple skin in loose rows, as well as along her arms. He also recalled that there were some that traversed her torso's backside, framing her fin. Her belly and bosom seemed bereft of the black blotches, save for the dark dots that dominated her delightful domes...
Realizing that he was staring once more, the eel forced himself to look upwards again, this time noticing the shark's shoulder length hair. It was dark and a bit drab, being damp, but he could see the colours clearly: A base of black hair with great green streaks, an almost inverse of her hind-quarter's hide. She also had rosy roots, most likely made so by her carmine cranium's influence. Her vermilion visage was smiling shyly as she watched the others, who were grinning gaily and gossiping. It seemed to Charles that she was less enthusiastic about being there, which would have explained why she was wet. She probably passed some time by browsing around the area while the others stayed high and mostly dry. He felt a kind of connection with the big, bashful beauty, being shy himself.. as well as not understanding why they wanted to spend so long lounging and gabbing in grottoes. The fact that he knew she could not possibly climb comfortably onto the small stones was also a bad sign.
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As Charles felt his eyes dipping down to the watermelon woman's chest one last time, he quickly turned to the last two foxy fruit females, resting on the rock to the right. The siren who sat on the top of it was laying flat on her back, her hands behind her head. It looked as though her lower body was blocked from view by a protruding part of the spire, her hips hidden behind it, along with the rest of her lower half. There wasn't that much room on the rock, so the eel surmised the siren's slippery side was slung over the back of the sea-weed strewn stone.
As he took another look towards her face, he froze, entirely engrossed by her hair. He found it fantastic, fascinating! Considering the chocolate eel's status as a straight male, as well as a member of a species that was completely without even the faintest of follicles, this was an incredible incident. Her divine 'doo was draped over the edge of the smooth shelf, giving him a good look at its luscious length. Lime green grew from her scalp, though it quickly shifted into a ruby red, the darker colour being confined to the base of the strands. After the cherry red portion of her tresses, they gradually grew lighter and brighter, slowly slipping from red, into pink, into white, all in a wondrous way that seemed supernaturally sublime. It shone and shimmered in the sun, shaking as she shifted and lifted herself onto her side, holding the lengthy locks out of her face with one forest-green forearm, the other steadying herself.
Mesmerized by the marvellous mane, he almost missed two important sights: First, she had sat up to move her tail, and as her flowing form flexed, what had seemed like sea-weed wrapped around the rock next to her began move as well. A long lash of a lower body unravelled itself from the rock, it was jagged, jade, and it lacked a fin. She curled the thin, darkening tip of it into a cute little spiral before beginning to re-wind the bumpy length back around the stone, this time in the other direction. The eel grinned at the fellow serpentine sea-dweller, despite her diminutive length. He had always thought seahorses were cute, and she was no exception. Seeing her tiny tailtip twist into place, with its browning end upon the leafy lime length, he realized she was the only mermaid there whose body blended into her tail so well. She had no hips to speak of, her slim olive waist melting directly into the somewhat segmented snake-like lower half, the whole of her being basically the same shade of chartreuse.. save for her tailtip, her hair, and the subject of the second sight Charles nearly overlooked.
The second sight was that her supporting arm was pushing up her plump, perfect pair into a profoundly pleasing position. Upon peering at them, the peeping eel actually glanced away, blushing due to how hot she was in that moment. The image of her in that instant ingrained itself into his mind and he closed his eyes, imagining it. Her thin body was almost completely over-shadowed by the orbs upon it, matched only by the masterpiece that was her hair. They weren't exceedingly large, but she was nice and narrow thanks to her nature, accentuating her attractive attributes. What was more, the contrast of colours from the light green of her frame to the burgundy of the bountiful berries upon her chest only made them stand out more. Cherries! Her long, thin self was simply the stem to the full fruit of her front.. her hair superbly simulating a cherry blossom's beauty, from the green foliage to the red, pink and white of the buds' life-cycle.
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Looking back at the sweet seahorse, Charles saw that she had long since laid back down. He sighed, something about that serene siren had struck him, so he stayed focused on her and her hair. That is, until an azure arm arose, aligned to actively interrupt his intense inspection. The limb had been lifted from below, where it blocked the hanging hair. It belonged to what could only have been a blueberry mermaid. She was stretching skyward while she yawned, twisting her tailfin as she awoke. She flipped her fin up and curled it toward her face, flexing her fine form about, filled with energy from her nap. Flopping her tail back down into the water with a splash, she sat up, facing straight out to sea with a smile before looking around, anxious to be active.
She was smaller than the other, more subdued sirens, svelte and spunky. She had short, spiky, navy blue hair that reminded him of the ridged top of the ripe, round fruit. Similarly, the bumpy surface of her tail appeared almost akin to a bounty of blueberries, the smooth, cerulean, semi-spherical scales coated her from waist to fin. Said fin was a paler, powder blue, and formed by four points. It was also a bit on the small side, which made sense, given the bitty berry's miniscule mass. Lastly, her light blue body was a bit buxom, but seemed small, due to the company she kept.
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Speaking of the company she kept, for the most part, they lounged lazily with an air of divine decadence despite their simple sea-side surroundings. Their presence transformed the cold, cruel cove into what looked like the lap of luxury, at least in the eel's elated eyes.
While he _was_ nervous, he could no longer stand to only observe from afar and dove down once more to swiftly serpentine towards his targets. Forgoing his normal nonchalance in his excited eagerness, the eel's vertically flattened form flapped forcefully in the waters near the surface, sending up sizable swells of the sweet sea. This action attracted the attention of the aquatic assembly, all eyes aligning with his area of arrival, seven sets of them studying the smiling snout that soon surfaced before the suddenly silent sirens. Charles' charming grin gradually grew into a grimace as his nervousness nagged at him. What had been a pretty picture from far off had become a staggering spectacle, making the slippery would-be suitor stammer and stutter while the watery women watched; pleasant, placid, passive and peaceful, pondering the possible pal.. and potential playmate.
Following four failed attempts, Charles choked out: "Guh-guh-guh-g-greetings, g-g-girls!" Giggles greeted him in return, making him blush fiercely, the warmth in his long snout feeling like it would melt the malleable material clean off. He felt the need to dunk his head back into the water, both to cool his face and to hide himself away. Then those thoughts of ducking turned to distancing himself from the divine dames, believing he had already blown it. He wished to be washed away into the endless expanse of ocean, overlooked by the overwhelming mermaids.
As he did just that, twisting around to turn his lengthy tail towards literally 'turning tail', he failed to notice how all of the fetching fishy femmes had already settled and seemed genuinely charmed by him, in his naivety and normalcy. The fact that he found himself fearful in front of them, bashful before their beauty, immediately put them at ease. The group of gathered girls were happy to have met a male that looked like he might listen, relieved to not be regaled by some stupid tall tale of adventure on the high seas by some tool with a tall tail. They were wary of womanizing warriors in the waves, mermen or otherwise, who would come to call with complete confidence, convinced of their coming conquest.. some so much so that they might not know that 'No' meant No!
Skulking as he swam, the eel agonized over the almost painfully short amount of time he had spent bobbing before those babes. He was frightened off by the disastrous debut, the expected embarrassment, and most of all, the fear of failure.
It's often said, 'they're more afraid of you than you are of them', and it aptly applies to the situation at hand, with some alteration. The fruit-like friends all knew they did not need to be afraid of the eel, and that he certainly should not have been scared by them, no matter how cute it could be to the colourful conglomeration of mermaids. They all shifted to shove off and give chase to Charles, but the bouncy blueberry was by far the fastest, springing smoothly off her stone with a strong slap of her tail.
Far too focused on browbeating his own brown butt as he left, Charles did not notice the number of splashes in the cove behind him. The eel was almost at the exit into the ocean and was wondering where the nearest natural habitat of Reese's Rays was, so that he could cover his crushed spirits with an especially sweet snack, when a voice rang out, "And just where do you think _you're_ going?"
A flash of blue blew by the brown boy, the blueberry babe blasting up to block his path. Positioning herself and wearing a wide, unwavering grin, she added, "We didn't even get your name!" She came to such a quick stop so close to him that he was unable to do much more than slow down slightly, pulling up at the last possible moment, his horizontally heading upper body ending up against that of the spunky siren, his sleek front forced up against her soft chest.
Her grin only grew wider while she whipped her tail to press herself against his silky smoothness, the opposing force aiding him in coming to a stop.. and making her mounds mash against the marine male. Mouth unmoving, her murmuring mutter materialized in the man's mind: "My my, you're a mite meaty, aren't you?" The little lady laughed, meaning that he was noticeably bigger than she was, but that was more a matter of her species' negligible nature.
"Don't tease him too much, Sue.."
"Yeah, we wouldn't want to scare him off.. again!"
Additional telepathic tones tumbled into his head as the other mermaids caught up, surrounding him in short order. The chagrined Charles put his webbed hands onto the bumpy berry-surfaced tail to try to ease the excitable girl slightly away from himself. If he had thought about what he was doing, he would have wondered why, but all that ran through his head at that moment was to appear less lecherous.
"Ah, ah, ahhh." scolded the siren, sliding against his front more firmly, she protested, "I still don't know your name, cutey.." Flapping her tail, she was finding how grinding on the eel's bare belly was blindingly blissful.
"It's.. I'm.. my name is.. Charles!" stuttered the snakey sea-citizen, finally finding the fortitude to free himself from the bitty blue broad.
She grinned again and admitted a temporary defeat. "Okay then, Charlie, I'll get you later," she telepathically teased, swaying her tailfin at him as she used it to float backwards, managing to make even that motion into a flirtatious flapping. While she slipped away, the eel spotted the rest of them eyeing him, smiling and waving. He smiled back meekly, half raising a hand to return the gesture before realizing a more efficient way to do so. He simply swirled about, his long form following through his set course like a rippling ribbon until it was next to his head, allowing him to grab the fat fin and use it to wave back to the grand group.
The giggles that greeted him _that_ time around didn't scare him in the least, nor did the lingering looks. The varied voluptuous fish females floated in a loose layout in front of him, and he was able to see them all with not so much as a turn of the head, all of them gently swaying their tails or tendrils to retain their positions.
While the first one he had seen, the sweet strawberry, approached and announced herself, all he could think was how much better they looked in their proper place, down in the deeps. They floated weightlessly, tails twitching and active, hair hanging in heavenly halos around their heads.. as _other_ attributes that would benefit from a less gravity filled environment benefited beautifully! It was all so much better than the way everything about them laid so languidly on the rocks. For the eel, it was hard to believe, considering how hot he thought they were before.
Dainty, delicate fingers flew through his field of vision, making Charles blink before going back to browsing the bevy of babes. When it happened again, he saw that the digits were a mix of red and white, but mostly red.. the strawberry! She was floating in front of him and waving her hand past his snout to get his attention, doing all but thinking 'Earth to Charles' into his mind. The eel 'eep'ed and extracted his attention from the other aquatic adults, apologizing to the one that he had inadvertently ignored. "Ack, I'm so sorry..." he trailed off, unsure as to how to address her.
Detecting his dilemma, she politely provided him with her handle: "Terri."
"I'm so sorry, Terri, I didn't mean to be rude to you.." he paused in his speech, taking another long look at her alluring acquaintances, "..you're all just.. so.." trailing off again, the eel's mind raced with all manner of wonderful words with which to describe the divine damsels of the depths, 'wonderful' and 'divine' being two of them. There was also 'beautiful', 'gorgeous', 'magnificent', 'stunning', 'bewitching', 'overwhelming', 'hot', and 'sexy', but he felt they were all too forward, and instead settled on an innocuous choice: "...pretty."
Light laughter lifted Charles' spirits, as did the smiles that graced the girls' faces, both which spoke of kindling kinship. Terri took the eel's thickly webbed hand and led him around for introductions. He was formally familiarized with each of them in turn. There was the tall and thin banana-like squid mermaid, Anna, as well as the other, shorter leggy lady, Angie, the fiery haired orange octopus. Then there was Penny the pufferfish pineapple mermaid, who was surprisingly friendly, despite having her deadly tail and the sort of looks one might assume would make her aloof.
Next was the shyest of them all, but also the largest: Melonie, the whale shark. A gentle giant, the massive melon mermaid could barely manage more than a few words of greeting to the eel.. who believed he had realized the reason she placed herself at the rear of the rocks, and had again poised herself in behind the others when they had assembled near him in the water. After the endearing bashfulness of Melonie, there was the more playful cherry seahorse, Cheri. While not exactly as lively as the spirited Sue, the green tailed temptress also liked to tease and flirt, flaunting her looks and hair, acting more demure than the playful pixie that was the mischievous miniature mermaid.
Lastly, turning to the aforementioned blue-skinned siren, they saw that she was turned away with her head down, as if she was examining something closely. Beginning to introduce Charles to the last of them, Terri tapped her shoulder, "And I know you already met Sue--" she stopped as the mermaid in question quickly cut her off.
When Terri had tapped her, Sue's lowered head sprang back up, interrupting her friend. "Yes, and I found him to be a 'mite meaty'.. but he was a mite _melty_, as well!!" she announced, spinning around to show her front, a light brown substance smeared over her blue breasts and belly. There were a few long trails of her skin showing through upon her belly, and the fact that she had smudges of the same light brown shade on her fore finger and lips suggested she had been examining the material quite thoroughly.
Gulping nervously, as the other girls gathered around Sue, Charles tried to explain, "Oh! I'm sorry Sue! I didn't even notice, I was so distracted. It must have happened while you were... distracting me. You were so hot--" he halted as half of the huddled heads turned to peer at him. "I mean.. warm! Hot, like, temperature.." he stammered a little, back-pedalling again, ".. that is to say, I _do_ think you guys are hot, is in attractive, but, what I meant was.. I'm sorry." He muttered the last few words, cutting his loses with the prickly path of conversation he had been on.
What Charles had failed to notice was the loud laughs coming from the little lady as her friends formed what could only be likened to a feeding frenzy, fingers sliding over her flesh to scoop up the sweet substance that had once been a part of the eel's smooth belly, fish-tails flapping to move their respective owners around the under siege Sue. It was true, the mermaid's mammalian warmth had made his front slightly softer than usual, and a puny portion of his pure chocolate mass had been spread on her as she slid against him. It was nothing to worry about, he would more than likely regain the sliver of himself with his next meal.
Speaking of meals, the maidens were swiftly making one of Sue. They were not eating her, but some had gone so far as to lean in and lick along her body to remove the last traces of the tempting treat. Sue's soft moans and the sight of the other sirens sucking on her sweet body made Charles blush, becoming even more excited, as he had already been plenty pleased to meet the mesmerizing mermaids. Something about the whole scene made the eel certain that they were all very open with one another, which only made things hotter, in his mind. The fact that he saw her hands holding Anna and Angie's heads to her chest as they cleaned her breasts of the brown blemishes confirmed that at least the blueberry was very much on board with sharing herself with her friends.. it also made the tingling in his tail turn a touch more intense.
The others looked on, licking their lips, beginning to glance between Sue and the source of the smear, Charles.
"So, what are you, exactly, Charles? Besides tantalizingly tasty?" Terri asked, turning to face him as well.
Peeling his peepers away from the distracting display of delighted dames.. and resisting the powerful urge to look back over to watch Melonie's large head bobbing over Sue's small frame to finish the clean up with her thick tongue, having waited until the others had halted before taking her turn.. Charles managed to have enough presence of mind to answer the carnelian coloured Terri. "I'm a chocolate eel.. or a 'chocolateel', if you prefer. As you already noticed, I taste like my namesake.. and even rub off on people.." Nevertheless, as he spoke, the eel's eyes eagerly examined the strawberry's plump tail, admiring her ripe shape and the way her smooth skin slipped seamlessly into the seemingly seed-covered section below her waist.
Noticing her new friend's errant eyeline, Terri flipped her strawberry-like tail, twitching the tailfin sharply to shoo his gaze back upwards with a giggle. The bit of mirth made it's way into Charles' mind as he looked back up to see the siren's sweet smile. He smiled in return and continued to speak, "Forgive me," he began, glancing around a little in the lightly flowing fluid of the bay that buoyed them in place, peering at the others, "clearly, I know what you all are.. but at the same time I have never seen such colourful mermaids before, especially not ones as kind as you all are.." he paused as they tittered lightly amongst themselves at his flattery, causing his deep brown cheeks to darken with a blush, turning the colour of Bavarian dark chocolate.
Pressing on before he lost his nerve, Charles went on, "..so, I mean to ask: You girls aren't from around here, are you? I can only guess you came from waters to the south, where there are no cold winters to chill your hearts, no harsh hunters to harden your hides... and, um.. no chocolate eels, because, uh.. you didn't know what I was." He smiled and shrugged as his timid try at eloquence petered off at the end of his speech.
As the girls giggled good-naturedly at the eel's gentlemanly display, Terri rose her arms to clap a few times in appreciation for his astute observations and amusing attempt at articulating them. As she applauded, the others joined in, and soon Charles was laughing and bowing before his alluring audience. But while they were all becoming more comfortable together, Terri had stopped clapping almost as soon as she had started, sensing something sticky on her pale red hand.
By the time the telepathic tittering had died down, a loud, lewd moan emanated from the middle of the mingling mermaids. All of them turned to find Terri sucking hungrily on her index finger, her other digits and upturned palm coated in a thick layer of chocolate. Charles glanced at his own hand before bashfully hiding both behind his back, realizing that his host had held his hand for quite some time.. and she _was_ wonderfully warm, after all. As he watched her and thought of her warmth, the eel felt a forming heat within himself, but tried to ignore it.
Noticing how much attention was on her, Terri smiled at Charles and switched to a more seductive suckling motion, trading her forefinger for her other three, bunching them together so her mouth had to open wider, pantomiming a pleasurable, pulsing, push and pull on the thick intrusion between her lips. The other girls simply smiled and looked on, as if waiting to see how the meek male would reply to such an overt offer.
The eel, who had suddenly found it much harder to ignore the swelling heat inside himself, was swallowing and about to stammer out something in response to her raunchy hinting when Cheri floated up and stopped him before he began, halting the hotness with a quick flick of her serpentine tail. The seahorse siren's short, green tail twined around and tugged upon Terri's arm, pulling the palm, still rich with the dark detritus of the eel-man's hand, nearer to herself.
"Ooh, it's soooo gooood!" exclaimed Terri, once Cheri's tail had extracted the strawberry-lady's extremity from her mouth. The comment made Charles blush in the background.. they were talking about his taste, after all.
The berry-bosomed beauty rolled her eyes, smirking slightly, "Yes, we know.." she said, "..we all got a good taste from the blueberry tart."
Before Sue could pipe up with an intonation of indignation (however feigned it might have been), Terri shook her head and tried to explain her excitement. "No, I mean.. this stuff is different, it's richer and thicker and.. it has a hint of.. something else in it, you know?" she asked, looking at the expectant face of the thin, vine-like, green mermaid.
Cheri shook her head, her humbling hair being tossed up into a halo, adding to her angelic appearance and reinforcing its resemblance to a cherry blossom in full bloom. Desperate to share her discovery, Terri reached out with her since released limb to smear a generous portion of thick, sweet goo onto Cheri's lime coloured lips. Of course, because the slim strawberry's palm was coated in residue from the eel's large hand, the cherry's chin and cheeks also acquired an abundant application. "Just taste it!" said the smearer, peering at the miffed mermaid, who seemed prepared to pounce.
Luckily, Cheri licked before she leapt, and Terri was spared a serious tongue lashing (figuratively speaking). The sexy seahorse sucked on her lower lip lightly and moaned as her eyes fluttered closed. She gently bit said supple section of flesh, her face flushing with a rush of pleasure. "Oh gods, it IS good!" she cried, coming out of the tiny trance, quickly licking her lips clean and shivering at the taste. Charles swallowed to himself and looked on, feeling self-conscious again, but pleased as a punch-piranha to hear their enjoyment of his flavour. Cheri went on, "Terri's right, there _is_ a hint of something else, too, another taste.." she paused to ponder it, idly twisting her tail upwards in thought, forming the neat spiral that seahorses are known for.
After a moment, Cheri shouted: "Terri's right!"
The rest of the group wore 'weirded out' expressions, a few mermaids murmuring, 'You said that already..'
Cheri laughed and shook her head, suddenly snapping her whip-like lower body out and ensnaring the sleek strawberry-shaped tail before her, pulling Terri towards herself. "No, I said: 'Terri's, right!'.. by which I mean, it's Terri's taste, that's what the other flavour is," she explained, grinning as she grabbed around her confined companion and guided Terri's lips to her cheek, allowing her to take back some of the great tasting goo she had gifted her with earlier.
Terri took little time to timidly tongue Cheri's cheek, lightly licking it before nodding. "Ah yes, I see what you mean.." she muttered. She took another taste, suddenly stopping and slurping strongly. "Wait, it tastes like you now, too!" she cried, before taking another long lick.
"It does? Wait, I want to try it again!" said the cherry-chested girl. She nuzzled firmly against the face in front of her, spreading the last of the creamy treat around both of their faces before beginning to kiss it back off again. The earlier aborted metaphorical tongue-lashing began in a much more literal sense as the two mermaids made out, hugging each other close, deepening their embrace.
The two twined their tails tightly as their torsos touched, the thin, emerald body of the sea-horse coiling around Terri's tail, appearing as though a tendril of a tenacious plant had reclaimed the ripe fruit. Supple, sexy sets of scarlet-skinned breasts smooshed into one another as the two tasted one another, hungrily licking each other's faces before forging back into their mouths to moan at the melange of marvellous flavours.. apparently, chocolate, strawberry, and cherry all went together very well.
Charles looked on, stunned into silence while the two swapped sweet, chocolate infused saliva. He curled up the end of his own tail, tightly, the tingling having returned with a vengeance as he pictured himself with his lengthy body wrapped around Terri.. or twined with Cheri's.. or around the both of them as they made out with each other and then him, as well. He closed his eyes and licked his lips, his fingers twitching with the imagined touches and tastes of their full bodies and full flavours, respectively. He tightened the end of his tail into a ball, lest his most private part push forth from the slit seated just before the beginning of his belly's fin.
After a moment of appreciating the display along with Charles, both the banana and orange-mimicking mermaids made their way over to him, their sinuous cephalopod 'skirts' swaying smoothly as they swam to either side of his torso. The slim, statuesque squid spoke up first, commenting on the carnality of her companions, coiling her lengthy yellow limbs partially around the eel's body at the same time, "I feel I should say something, lest you believe us to be barely better than bimbos.." began the brunette banana, before the buxom one butted in.
On his opposite side, the orange Angie answered his previous question of 'You're not from around here, are you?' by telling him, "You were right, we are from the south. We.. well, some of us, anyway.. come from a place of clear water, and many islands.." A sudden soft squeezing from the banana-based beauty's legs recaptured his attention, and he turned to look at her again.
"Yes, that's right, I was trying to tell him.. that I was travelling alone, but then I met Penny--"
"And me!" the fiery haired and fiery-mannered Angie added, drawing Charles' attention back to her side with subtle strokes of her sizable slice-like tentacles, the thick triangular tendrils with their lightly flexing suckers and rubbery backsides had been slowly slipped around his body, covering thick sections of his skin while the legs belonging to the more calm, poised and agile Anna danced over his form. It was tawdry, tail-tightening tentacle torture for the eel, wedged in between them, their proximity making him pant and his private parts pulse.
Apparently oblivious or at least ignoring what she, and Anna across from her, were doing to the beleaguered boy, Angie continued, "You two met me next, then we picked up Melonie in that long section of open sea before that thick bit of land. You know, the coast where we met Cheri?"
The lengthy legs that crept over the eel's body in careful caresses, along with the wide and wonderful ones that lay lazily over his waist and warmed him so, worked together to keep him completely quiet, unable to answer as the two tentacled flirts fought for him to face them as they spoke. He could only nod and shudder in pleasure, pressed between them. They explained how Anna had set out from her home because she had been bored by the blandness of bananas, day in and day out. She thought the males of her kind were all the same, so she wanted a change. She then decided to head north to find some more flavourful friendship.
Along the way, she had encountered others like her who sought something special and unique. Each time, as the group grew, the girls would settle for a time, their desire for diversity in their diets and their days having been bested, albeit briefly. Each time, they eventually sought out fresh faces and flavours (and flesh, Charles thought to himself) to add to their fellowship. Not everyone they met and lived with had joined them in their travels, but most had. Finally, they had reached as far north as the cove they currently occupied, apparently at the very southernmost spot that chocolateels lived, as Charles was the first they had met. This also meant that they had never before been intimately aware of the particular potency that cocoa could create, explaining their sudden obsession with the overwhelmed eel.
By the time that Anna and Angie had arrived at the end of their story, their gazes had turned towards temptation while their tendrils had become totally tainted with an ample amount of his anatomy, dark brown backside and lighter underbelly alike. Also, what had begun as a casual caress had turned to a moan-making massage of the male's mass.. caused in part by Anna's act of lifting one of her tentacles to Angie's mouth so that the saffron skinned siren could suck the heavy application of confectionery clean off, which only escalated into the both of them swapping smeared limbs back and forth between one another, rubbing their legs more and more firmly against his flesh all the while to gather more of the delightful dessert.
The octopus and the squid slowly slid against Charles' skin, discovering the pleasure that Sue had, previously. They kissed at his shoulders and reached out across his chest and upper back to hold one another with the eel in between them, gazing into the eyes of the other as their lower limbs slipped over both his body and each other's, thick lines of yellow and orange criss-crossing his body, rubbing anything and everything within reach. Their chests framed his own, slickly squishing against his sides as they pressed as close as possible, his body buried in their bosoms on both sides! Having been holding his tongue to be polite, Charles couldn't contain himself any longer, as he felt he was about to explode.. he moaned loudly, lust clearly evident in his utterance.
Stopping, the pair on either side of him looked up as if he had just appeared between them, tightly entwined in their erotic display. They then grinned and glanced at the rest of their group as they peeled themselves off of the eel, their faces and bodies stained and smeared with chocolate, the most notable of which being the wide band of brown that coated their cleavage and the middle of their bellies where they had been the most tightly tied against and around the serpentine snack.
By then, Terri and Cheri had stopped kissing, having cleaned each other's face to the utmost. Terri took over once more, gliding over to Charles with a flap of her fin. She glided gracefully around him and the divine duo of Anna and Angie, the leggy lovers remaining at his sides as the strawberry circled all three. "I think what these two were trying to get at, before becoming so distracted, was that we're always on the lookout for new and exciting companions to accompany us," Terri told the eel, slipping in against his front as she finished, flattening herself against his firm form.
As the scarlet siren snuggled up to his front, Charles found his arms drawn gently into the upper embraces of both the banana and the orange as their legs lightly looped around his long body, holding him happily, with hopeful looks on their faces. He smiled softly at both of them, gently shifting his hands to rub their bellies with the backs of his large webbed fingers. With his head turned to one side, he spied Sue sneaking up behind him with Cheri, the two more slight sirens soon sliding themselves against his broad back, settling on either side of his formidable fin-ridge, snugging down against him there, much like Terri upon his front and Angie & Anna alongside his arms. He breathed deeply, shivering in powerful pleasure at the presence of the pretty females, all pressing so close.. their soft forms squishing against his sleek self, busts brushing over his body.. he gave in and relaxed into their collective embraces. Finally freeing up his tail and allowing it to unfurl, he felt his fullness flop free from his front, firming fast into rock-candy hardness. As it throbbed and bobbed in the water, thick and long, Charles was fairly certain the sirens wouldn't mind.. and he hoped they would soon surround the spire the same way they had circled his torso.
The eel's errant erotic thoughts were reigned in as Terri spoke up once more, "So, as you might have guessed, we've pretty much all decided that you're delicious," she paused and the rest of the snuggling sirens sounded their agreement while Terri quickly craned her neck to lick lustily along Charles' upper chest and over his throat, as if confirming their findings with another sweet sampling. Charles gasped and lifted his head as Terri tongued along his neck, blinking in surprise as he found Penny, the pineapple pufferfish, poised above him and smiling seductively. She slipped down and kissed the tip of his snout, lightly rubbing his pronounced lower jaw at the same time. After a short while of Penny's pleasurable affections, she guided his head back downwards while she repositioned herself to slip her slender arms around his long, thick neck from behind.. but not before sucking the chocolate she got from his chin off of a few of her fingers with a moan. Draping her arms over his shoulders and upper chest, she remained floating high above the rest, always mindful to keep her armoured tail out of the way of others.. for their own safety. She sighed softly from behind him and nuzzled tenderly against one side of his firmly erect, webbed head-sail.
"So!" Terri tugged Charles' attention back to her, figuratively and literally, with her one word, and one hand pulling his smiling snout back down to look at her again. "Charlie the Chocolateel, would you like to join our jolly band of juicy journeyers?" she asked, idly influencing and increasing the chances of him agreeing by beginning to gently rub her tail against him in a soft, barely noticeable manner. She intended it to be a slight, subconscious set of sensations that would steer him nearer to the notion of needing the nymphs. But before the brown-skinned sea dweller could consider the question clearly, he was beset by blissful bodily massages, brought about by the entire band of beauties beginning to take Terri's lead, transforming the subtle, subconscious steering into overly overt overriding of his opinion.
Once again overwhelmed by the surrounding sirens, Charles groaned and gasped, trying to curl his tail upwards to wrap it around at least five of the six sirens that encircled him, and move his maleness closer to them as well. But, he realized his tail was firmly anchored by something heavy, feeling something large coming to rest against a good portion of his lower back. Looking down, the eel found the seventh mermaid, Melonie, humbly hugging his flat-finned tail deep into the vermilion valley of her formidable front. The watermelon whale shark shyly suckled on the very tip of his tailfin before stopping to smile up at him. She was upside down and laying against his back, her huge body tucked up against his lengthy one. She wrapped her arms more securely around his lower body and pumped her powerful shark tail once, propelling her and his back end upwards, her belly rubbing against his back as her form flexed firmly against him, making him shiver anew.
Winding up behind Terri, right in front of Charles and the rest of the mer-girls, Melonie took the eel's tail and waved it lightly at him, mimicking his earlier greeting to the group. Giggles greeted the gesture once more, but then gasps of surprise also sounded from the surrounding sirens as they caught sight of the eel's eagerness, everted from his front. A stunned silence settled upon them all as they peered at the pole of pure, flawless fudge.. a few feet of firmness!
Charles was chagrined and his lust lost a little steam at their non-reaction.. until a gentle throb caused a gooey blob to flow from his knob.. and the mermaids turned into a mob.
Penny pounced on the pudding-preing prick and puffed up her pineapple posterior to ward of the other women, she was going to be first, no matter what! As the others backed off from her blade-like greenery, she ran her hands over the length of his lube-leaking meat, moaning softly as she lapped up the slickness his sex produced, mouthing over his pointed head to catch it all before it escaped into the waves. Charles moaned as well, drawing some of the dames back to him as he cried out to Penny, amazed at the satiny softness of her skin as she stroked over him.. thus encouraged, the gorgeous golden girl ground her arms all along his pulsing shaft, making him shudder. The skin of her species' upper bodies, protected as they were by their tremendous tails, had developed to be supernaturally silky.. it felt like the sea itself was working its waters against his turgid flesh.
Terri took her chance to snuggle back up against Charles' chest, the rest of the girls each embracing him eagerly, lined up along his long brown body. The sweet strawberry soon smooched him, leading the way into a wild make-out session that would last through seven sirens as they worked over his form. He realized then that he would finally be able to sample each of them in turn.. that thought alone nearly made him lose control over his building arousal!
Finally finding himself kissing the kind Terri, he got a taste of her flavour, at last. He knew he had not been able to taste any of them yet, but she was the one he had seen first! She was tart, but needed something sweeter.. more sugar, something creamy? He glanced at her body, thickly laden with chocolate from his own creamy brown belly and decided to take some of it back..
Amid amazing affections to his adult areas, the eel carefully caressed the freckled flesh before him and began to bend, licking and kissing lower and lower, lips beginning to suck up the smeared sweetness. He groaned and ground his snout into her supple skin, stunned at how good his ordinary offering (to him) had been altered by its time on her tender torso. He hugged her waist to him and latched onto her breast, licking it rapidly clean while he shoved his tail forward in the heat of the moment, moaning as his maleness sunk further into Penny's perfect mouth. For her part, Terri trembled at his touch and moaned as his mouth massaged her mammaries, grasping his head and holding it in place, directing him to her nipple, which had begun to leak.
Charles was pleasantly surprised once more as he received a snoutful of succulent strawberry syrup as soon as he started to suckle on the sensitive circle of skin. The fruity fluid filled his mouth with a pure and undiluted version of Terri's taste. The male murmured mentally as he mouthed over her mounds, "Mmmoorre.." beginning to lick up the strawberry-infused chocolate and drink deeply from her delightful domes. She shivered and shook, arching her back and pressing her bust forward into his greedily gulping jaws.
Seeking to stimulate the sweet siren even more, the male's hands moved lower on her lithe length, reaching the rift between her trim midriff and the seed-studded, scarlet tail. Gradually, he guided his cocoa-coloured claws against the cleft of carnal flesh found there, firmly fondling her femininity, unsure if he should go any further. Looking upward, the eel saw a faint flush upon Terri's face, as well as an encouragingly lustful look.. lifting his head from her bosom, he smiled and started to slowly sink a single sizable finger into her warm womanhood. He was worried what his woeful inexperience might bring about, going much too gradually.. until the girl groaned and ground down against his grip, getting what she wanted. She leaned down to kiss him firmly, setting him straight at the same time with a few whispered words while their mouths mashed, "None of us are strangers to the feel of fingers, silly."
Meanwhile, after pulling free from the fudgey phallus, Penny presented the pulsing prick to the next nereid in line before bee-lining for their beau's upper body, wanting some of what Terri was getting. A textured tail took hold of the hot flesh, pulling Cheri, the cherry-chested seahorse down to delight the dark dick for the duration of her turn. She remained wrapped 'round it, rubbing the riled up and randy rod the RIGHT way.
After showing Charles how to handle her, Terri had been tugged down from Charles' chest by Melonie below her, as the entire erotic ensemble shifted down over his body, as if in a line-up to reach his nether regions, which they all knew would contain the best of the best of his brown body's diverse delights. The golden skinned Penny passed each of them as she ascended the aquatic serpent's sizable set of lickable loops, seeing how each of her companions cuddled his coils in different wild ways, all of them licking or kissing at his flesh, fawning over his fresh flavour and the feast-like fullness of his form.
As she reached his top, Penny found the eel in ecstatic throes, thanks to the newness of Cheri's method of maleness-massage. Slipping close, Penny pecked him on the snout, a hand holding his cheek. His eyes flew open and he smiled, he knew that silky skin. He pulled her into a kiss, his large webbed hands upon her head while her body was buoyed perpendicular to his, again avoiding her armoured anterior.
Charles took no notice and continued kissing her, tasting her deeply, moaning into her mind as he discovered the richness that was protected by her powerful tail. Her taste was.. tangy, tantalizing.. and somehow more 'wet' than that of the strawberry, as well as more full and rich, not needing anything added to it. In fact, it was too much! Charles gasped softly as they both broke from the extended exchange, both in need of a break, but beaming with smiles between one another.
"I think I taste Terri in you, charmer Charles," pondered Penny as she began to kiss down his chin and neck, speaking into his head as hers hovered down along his body, not needing to stop speaking as she sampled more of his skin. As she smooched onto his chest and caressed his torso with her dainty hands, she added: "..but only in your mouth and lips.. as if your time with her added to your face's flavour.. for now."
Nodding dumbly, the eel was seized by a pleasurable pulse from his private parts as Cheri chose to be taken note of by bending herself down against his shaft and showing off what she could do with her unique form. She had been using her vine-like seahorse tail to tease the male, but decided to step it up a notch or four by gripping his base firmly and flipping down over his phallus to flatten her upper body against it, beginning a backwards boob-job by flexing her tail, forcing herself up and down along his cock in the weightless watery world.. tongue taking the role of teasing as her tailtip tensed and kneaded at his base.. his tip being forced down along her belly and against the beginning of her tail, where her smaller size was perfect to place her nether-lips near enough to stimulate both sexes: Charles' sensitive tip poking ever-so-slightly into Cheri's swollen slit.
While Penny persisted in pecking the eel's pectorals and upper belly, his hands absently caressed her head and hair, almost completely focused on the adulterous acrobatics occurring on his lower body.. it almost felt like vaginal sex, with the gripping ring around his base, the smooth sliding along his rod and the tightness teasing his tip at the end.. of course, there was the fact that it was coupled with a pair of gripping hands on the opposite side of his sex and the eager tongue, just above the tight, over-active seahorse tail twisting and twining against his vent, where his thickness emerged.
Before long, the pineapple finished her descent upon Charles' torso, having kept her body straight out from his the whole time, she suddenly shot upwards to reverse the position, putting him perpendicular to herself below him, drawing his head up to kiss him once more and begin to guide his greedy mouth down her own golden flesh, toward her chest. He grinned and groped over her front with his lips and over the rest of her with his hands as she hung above him in the bay. In no time at all, the energetic eelman's lips locked down over one of Penny's luscious, leaking nipples, immediately suckling and swallowing at a steady stream of sweet and succulent pineapple purity. The girl groaned and gripped Charles' head-fin gently, guiding him from one nipple to the other whenever he needed a break from her almost over-sweet nectar, pulling away from her and panting, he burrowed his snout between her breasts before allowing her to slide him back to the other plump mound for more.
As he became saturated with Penny's sweetness from above, the sultry seahorse appeared at his front and claimed him with a tight entwining embrace of her ridged, serpentine self. Charles looked down at her and realized that his hard-on had humbled slightly, no longer throbbing in the midst of Cheri's rather ripe and robust cherries. He sighed softly and looked back up to find Penny patiently awaiting a goodbye kiss before she shoved off and headed down his body to rejoin the 'line'. As soon as his lips left the super soft set above, forest-green fingers forced his face down into the fierce and feisty Cheri's.. chest! She squeezed his 'waistline' with her whip-like tail and commanded him to forego the formality of facial foreplay and get right to the full frontal treatment.. filling his mouth with her flesh and flooding him with free-flowing fruity fluids!
She shuddered and leaned her head back, arching her load-bearing back so her bountiful bust all but pushed the eel away. Although, that would never happen, thanks to her hands holding either side of his head and his own arms encircling her thin waist.. but he soon switched his handholds for something more substantial, one eel extremity ending up on her bosom and the other finding her feminine folds after a meandering path over her slender, sexy shape.
Charles' experience was increasing exponentially, arousing loud mental moans from Cheri as he massaged her pillowy flesh in one set of his thickly webbed fingers, the other exploring her tight sex, caressing her clit while he continued to enjoy her excellent 'extract'. Her essence was even better than the two previous, right in the middle of their too-sweet and not-sweet-enough tastes, with only the slightest bitter aftertaste faintly fouling her flavour. All of a sudden, he joined the seahorse in her moaning, thanks to the sudden shock he got from his maleness..
Stealing a glance toward his tail, Charles spotted Sue, all but straddling his sensitive, pulsing pole. Being just the slightest smidgen smaller than the seahorse siren, Sue spun and swung about on his maleness like it was the centrepiece of a strip club. Writhing, grinding, gyrating against and around it, upper body and tail alike bending and flexing to force as much of herself onto his shaft, and as much of his blood INto his shaft, keeping it concrete-hard, embracing it with her entirety.
Cheri shifted herself, using her taught tail on Charles' waist, not wanting to waste a moment of her time with him, wantonly shoving her other over-ripe, ruby red breast against the truant tip of his snout. "Be a good boy and drink up, darling," she demurely demanded, digging her fingertips into his dark brown hide to detract from his distractions.
All the same, Sue's sultry show down below did not slow for an instant. Instead, it intensified, her pebbly textured tail twisting around his turgid meat, the tips of her tailfin tickling into his spread slit, causing him to cry out and suck all the more swiftly upon the sweet seahorse's supple sphere, slurping up scads of her sugary syrup.
Orgasm approaching, the lucky, plucky male might have made a major mess of the mini-mermaid.. had she not become a bit bored while working so wonderfully on his wang, wandering away from Charles' tail end to tug on Cheri's snugly cinched one. "Stop hogging him, you!" Sue whined.
Groaning, Cheri clung closer to 'her' handsome milking machine, "Make me.." moaned the selfish seahorse.
The blueberry babe balked a bit before beaming with a brainstorm. She swam herself against Charles' belly below the belligerent, busty beauty before burrowing between them both, rubbing herself against him and delighting in his smooth skin on her front, much like when they first met. Before long, her head popped up in front of the eel's, entrenched in the deep valley of Cheri's chest. "Hey there, honey!" she hailed him with a horny look in her happy eyes. Huffing, the cherry admitted defeat and withdrew, unwinding her green (and abundantly browned) tail to slink downwards once more, her heavenly hair hurrying after her.
A wide grin spread on Charles' lips as he found the flirty female on his front once more. She had thrown herself at him before when she blocked his path, and he had been unable to respond in kind as she saved him from his escape. Looking back on it, he realized the regretful error it would have been, and how much he owed her because of it. "You've had this coming for a while now, I think.." he stated softly within her skull, his smile staying solid on his snout while slipping his hands to her hips.
"Had what com-mmMM!" she began to ask, breaking into a bellowed moan as his hand breached her body below, and he beset her blueberry breasts with both his face and fingers. He mouthed over her mammaries, licking lustily at the light blue body as his webbed thumb threaded in and out of her sex. He chuckled lightly, delighting in her slight squirming against him as he sampled her fine flavour. Each taste of her body invited further investigation, leading him to explore more of her body, holding off on the dessert that was her domes.
It was as though he could never get a full feeling for her flavour as he licked and sucked, here and there.. he began to manipulate the mermaid, able to turn her about in the water in front of himself, her small size helping him to handle her how he wanted. All the while, he fondled her form, grinding up against it as he latched his lips onto various parts of her, partaking in a plethora of her pretty portions.. her fins, her tail's scales, her belly and back, her nose, her ears, her arms and hands and fingers and thumbs! One might think that each little lick of Sue's skin was like having a single tiny blueberry.. and that Charles was compelled to have more and more succulent samples of the fruit to fully figure out its flavour.
Arousing her as he amused himself, he always had a large hand on either her bust or her belly, bending his fingers into her core, his hand's heavy webbing rubbing steadily against her clit, causing her to cry out with a carnal craving: "Cut the crap and come get your fill already!"
Laughing lightly, Charles tugged on Sue's tail to pull her into a tight embrace, right on his face. Still chuckling a bit, he gently groped her lower body while working his mouth over her modest mounds, nibbling her nipple before suckling once more to secure a steady supply of sweet sauce from the latest siren. He groaned at the cool composition of her flavour, relaxing against her as she did much the same, slinging her agile tail under his arm, around his upper back, laying the flat fin against his shoulder and neck.
He took a breath and basked in the blueberry's presence.. in the existence of the entire entourage. He still had to tell them if he would join them, but felt like he should wait until they were all finished. It was only polite, after all, he reasoned while grinning to himself.
Apparently, another pair of participants in the pleasurable proceedings had been polite enough to wait until Sue settled in against the serpentine suitor before slithering onto the eel's swollen spire. Or perhaps they had been rather riveted by his wrangling of the rowdy Sue. In any case, the constant caresses of countless cephalopod suckers crept down over his outstretched obelisk and set about lighting his loins metaphorically ablaze once more. While he had not yet climaxed, he also had not needed more than the multitude of mermaids mouthing and massaging his mass to remain 'at the ready'.
And of course, the girls giggled and groped other members of their group as they ground against the lengthy eel. His attendance did not alter their orgy all that much, to be honest, although he was the guest of honour, so to speak. While he had done his best to entertain the erotic ensemble, they still stimulated one another freely. And none were more free about it than Anna and Angie, who moved together as one onto Charles' maleness.
Even though their bodies were busy with one another, limber legs looped around each other with boneless bendability, as soon as they got a hold of the eel's equipment, they blessed the boy's boner with the best they could bestow. While the stout orange octopus and tall banana squid remained wrapped up with each other, Charles' dick disappeared into the delightfully dense depths of the duo's devilish tendrils. Thick hot flesh hugged around his cock and massaged it at a maddeningly slow pace while lengthy strips of sinuous, serpentine skin swayed and slung all around his sex. The ample Angie and adroit Anna aroused him an agonizing amount as they hovered over his tail, constantly kissing and caressing one another as their leggy lower bodies loosened the eel's lust, keeping his cock cruelly caged amongst their tentacles.. never letting his thrusts reach either of their undersides, where the cephalopods' slits sat, surrounded by the smooth suckerless skin of their tendril's roots.
Sue suffered the eel's 'anger' as he suckled savagely at her swollen set of nipples, nipping them with his teeth as his claws clenched at her cobalt curves, cravenly crushing her against himself as he cursed and commended the two tentacled temptresses below. That is, until they relented and released the rigid shaft as well as each other, allowing him to drive upwards, lodging his length in between their bellies as they began to focus fully on his phallus, no longer making out with each other (well, maybe a little). They stroked his swollen shaft as their tentacles reached farther around his body, securing themselves to him and sweetly stroking his skin with some of the slick snake-like legs while still more sunk slightly into his slit, stimulating him with many different methods.. all the while taking turns kissing at his leaking maleness before bending forward to share the fudgey fluid between one another, their soft hands priming his pulsing prick for the proceeding procurement of pre.
Anna and Angie's angelic treatment on his tender flesh caused Charles to let go of the blue-skinned Sue, lost in bliss. She withdrew and blew him a kiss, leaving him for the next mermaid miss. Melonie! Managing to move her massive melon-self stealthily up near the nautical naga's torso while he was busy subduing the sometimes spunky Sue, the whale shark swept the relatively miniscule male into her hold as soon as the blueberry broke away.
Charles nearly choked after being whipped against the whale shark's wide form, flattened against her front before his body slowly sunk into her considerable cleavage, his core compressed into her cardinal-red rack. She smiled shyly down at him while she played her hands over his long thin back and the fin thereupon, gradually grinding and winding her body against and around his own, as if he was nothing more than a strand of hair she was idly wrapping around a finger as she talked to him timidly. "Hi.." she began, bashfully, "I hope I don't play too rough with you, but.." she trailed off as her unmoving mouth got closer and opened to reveal a smooth expanse of pale, pillowy and toothless flesh.
Being so tightly held by a creature that much larger than himself, the eel was suddenly powerless to prevent anything that the grand girl might have tried as her voice spoke up in his head once more and her gaping maw slipped lower. "I just need to try-" she did not stop speaking as she smoothly slid her lips over Charles' head and closed her mouth over it, up to where his dorsal ridge began. Her words seemed to come from all around him as her telepathy continued unhindered and he could feel the shark start to suck, her supple, sweetness-suffused skin tightening up and surrounding his skull, pressing in from every direction, much like her voice, "-thissssss... mmmmmMM! You're quite a marvellous mouthful, Charlie.. I hope I can call you that.. and that I don't distort your handsome face like this!" she said as she finished her steady suckling retreat along the eel's elongated snout, which felt longer to him, all of a sudden.. in a good way.
After Melonie stopped, Charles blinked up at her, his features slightly smudged for a moment.. simply shocked at the sensation of being caressed so completely and in such an unusual fashion. He blinked once more and his mind must have made itself up, solidly supporting the sexy sirens sucking on his skin in ANY way, his body brimming with bliss. He broke the silence with a snug squeeze around the shark's green and black multi-finned tail with his slender body, smiling and saying she should do that whenever she might like, while the inevitable idea of what her huge mouth might feel like on his other, lower, 'head'. Before he knew it, his head filled with thoughts of the large lady's luscious lips upon his length, Charles was bucking his tail forward into -- nothing but water! He moaned, having not even noticed the departure of the 'terrible two'! He closed his eyes and buried his face amongst Melonie's melons, curling his tail carelessly in the current, craving caring caresses.
Cooing quietly to him, Melonie pulled Charles from her cleavage to reveal to him where the tendriled two had gone.. to grab Terri, taking her to his tail! She showed him how one held out his hardness to Terri, like some kind of mermaid matchmakers, as though they had decided the strawberry to be his perfect partner. He shivered at the return of their touches as she laughed and accepted, glancing up at Charles in Melonie's arms as she slid closer, flushed at being first.. while all the rest harboured looks that spelled out loud and clear that they would have their turns soon enough.
Immediately, Terri swung herself into position and practically pulled the prick into her pink pussy petals, having decided that she did not desire even one more moment of the mounting foreplay. Charles was only all too happy to oblige, plunging his pythonic, pulsing pole into her heated depths, groaning and grabbing at the generous amount of ripe red flesh that was pressed to his upper body, being guided to grope the grandiose bosom before him. For her part, Terri moaned as her sex was stretched, the thick, rigid phallus forcing into her and flowing forcefully between her sensitive nether-lips, Charles' chocolatey cock spearing into her and filling her form rapidly with his flesh and fluids alike.. causing her to shudder, her tail shaking in the water before she wrapped it tightly around his own, clearly planning on clinging to him until they were both beached on the shores of a shriek-worthy climax.
Both the marine male and the mermaiden flexed their formidable tails to thrust against each other, floating together in the abyss of the ocean, they were weightless while wound around one another, their only real leverage being each other, their lust-filled forms grinding together, arching and aching for release. Terri's tail repeatedly wrenched her whole upper body down against the eel's erection while he contorted himself to both pull her down while he shot his vent upwards, spearing her slit with his throbbing thickness. Terri trembled around the tight intrusion as her chocolate lover shuddered with the building pressure of his impending explosion.
A hand upon the back of his head brought Charles' brain back to Melonie's presence against him, making him smile to her before snugging happily into her heavy and huge chest, groaning giddily at his good fortune. His fingers fondled her front, playing over her soft red breasts, finding his way to her bosom's bountiful, black nipples. It was as though the watermelon's upper body was coloured like the inside of the fruit she mimicked and breasts were capped with the carbon coloured seeds one would find within. The eel's arms nearly couldn't reach the round regions that glistened with her slowly seeping sweetness from his place, almost buried between the big boobs. While he pulled himself free and closer to one of her dribbling domes, Melonie murmured pleasantly and pulled him to it, encouraging him to drink from her after she had enjoyed so much of his flavour.
Still sliding his twined tail with Terri and simmering with sensual sensations while he worked them both higher and higher, Charles partook in the shark's taste. As he indulged once more, he was struck by the volume of the voluptuous whale's juice. It struck him as a rather different taste, unlike any of the other's. As she pet over his back and he swallowed more and more of the plentiful liquid, he found her flavour to be more mellow than any he had experienced.. calming and sweet in a soothing way. He imagined being able to curl around her fully and drift off to sleep while sipping on her sexy self, completely safe with the gentle giant.
A particularly hearty squeeze around his maleness snapped the eel out of his reverie and pulled his lips from the lovely leak before him, just in time to pump his pole deeper into Terri, hilting into her and causing her to clench all the tighter as his front was forced against her clit, bring them both that much closer to their approaching peaks.
Just when Charles was about to return to the realm of the robust red bust and possibly lose himself within the wide erotic expanse once more, a number of creeping sensations surrounded his torso and tore him backwards and twisted him around. Far from being frightened or off-put by the show of dominance, Charles was delighted to see and feel the presence of Anna and Angie once more, their seemingly inseparable set of sucker-lined limbs only amplifying his lust as they pressed him backwards into Melonie's front, so his dorsal ridge sank between her breasts. They grinned at him as the shark played along by pinning him to her front, large finned arms crossing over his belly below his torso.
"Ya didn't think we'd miss our turn with you, did you Charlie?" asked Angie, her thick orange peel-like tentacles fluttering in tandem below her curvy core, propelling her down against his body before wrapping securely around him, the saffron skinned siren sliding in against his chest and smiling up at him as she began to slowly stroke her eight legs against as much of his flesh as possible. The surprisingly pleasurable embrace made Charles groan and grind harder against Terri with his tail, making all three females around him grin.
Sliding in against him as well, Anna announced, "It's preposterous, that's what it is," as she snaked her slender legs into every available crevice created around Charles, Melonie and Angie, the bright yellow limbs slinking around the trio's bodies, arms, breasts, heads and anything else she could reach as she gradually settled down against Melonie's chest, laying across the top of the whale shark's bust above Charles' head, which was firmly entrenched in their midst. Angie could slink up from below and Anna could lean down from above, which they both did instantly, kissing the cocoa-infused male on both sides of his snout.
Practically panting with his continued coupling with Terri, Charles could barely contain himself as he kissed Angie hungrily, grabbing her up higher to partake of her pleasingly plump body, both of them tethered by Anna's ever-present tendrils around them both, hindering them with their holds but also always stroking their skin as they slithered all around their bodies. Charles found her taste to be tremendously tantalizing in the heated moment, a powerful zest coming from her fiery form, driving him to have more before it all became too much. He forced his snout downwards to lustily lick her nipple and latch on, lapping up the steady stream of succulent liquid that met his lips. It almost seemed to tingle on his tongue, a much more lively taste than some of the other sirens.. but one that began to be over-baring, blasting his taste-buds with a constant barrage of barely contained citrus.
Riding Terri hard on his tail, he tore away from Angie's ample bust to find a tendril tucked into his mouth immediately, a smooth and creamy taste accompanying the face he found flipped down over his own.. the creamy yellow flesh of the slim banana beauty that smiled at him matched the taste he found her tentacle-tip, a complete contrast to Angie's, but also a comprehensive compliment. He sucked some more of her leg into his maw, grinning back to her as he traded one cephalopod for the other, reaching out to pull himself up to her as the octopus orange remained wrapped around his torso below.
Kissing Anna fully, he felt more mermaids around his tail, Sue, Penny and Cheri having slunk down from their places along his length to surround his tail and Terri. Their hands were felt against his form as they began to toy with the coupling couple, as well as sample the amazing amalgamation of his fudgey pre and her strawberry juices that leaked from the physical link of their lovemaking, also giving it to Terri to taste. Sue snuck in behind Terri to begin to massage her form.. while Cheri slung her sea-horse tail around both the red and the blue tails and wedged herself between Terri's front and Charles' belly. Mashing her supple smaller sea-horse self against the more sizable strawberry while the similarly smaller Sue did much the same from Terri's back, keeping the trio tightly entwined while their upper bodies and breasts ground against one another. After a few seconds of seeing the other sirens slide against one another with Charles' gyrations, Penny pressed up against Sue's back to complete the quartet.
A chorus of moans rose up from the group around his genitals while he groped at Angie and Melonie, kissing over Anna's form.. heading for her chest. As he was filled with the last of the females' flavours, a more full taste of the smoothness he already had while suckling on the squid's tendril, the entirety of the erotic events washed over him like a whole sea of sexiness smashing into him all at once, triggering his long overdue orgasm.
The moment stretched itself out as the electric spike of his climax struck his head and began to rush along his sinuous self.. he cried out from his mind, wrenching himself forward, sitting up from the 'bed' of Melonie's buxom bosom. Anna's long, thin tentacles were still slung around his form as Angie clung to his front. As the lightning generated by his lust shot down his brown body, he tensed up before his release, tail tightening around Terri, making her peer up to him, catching his glazed gaze just long enough to know he was in the throes of a thundering sexual summit. They connected for the briefest moment before he bent his tail and thrust one last lumbering time before blasting her full of his sweet, simmering seed.
As the seemingly suspended second of their sex was swept away by the waves of pleasure that pounded against both of their bodies, the eel emptied into the mermaid while she milked him for every last drop, powerful pulsing pumps gripping both of their bliss-bound bodies. Melonie pulled Charles back down to her comfortable 'cushions', the pair of leggy ladies and the shark cuddling him in his afterglow, much like the mass of mermaids surrounding his sex. Silence settled over the sirens and their suitor, simultaneously seeming to know not to disturb the sudden peace that overcame the cove. The fire of their fornication filled their forms.. the subtle swells of the sea slowly soothing their slightly sex-sore selves.
It was after they had all calmed, their bodies cooling in the constant caress of the currents, that Charles chose to announce what he had wanted.. what he had desired.. what he had longed for, since before Terri had asked him to accompany them on their aquatic adventures.. since even before Angie and Anna had told him there actually _were_ adventures on which to accompany them.. since he had spotted the sirens, sitting on the sea-soaked stones.
He had not needed the nice naiads' naughty nudging to know he never wanted to be far from the fruity females or their fantastic flavours, forever free to fondle and fill his face with their fine flesh or flowing fluids. Furthermore, he committed himself to his companions' constant contentment, always allowing the others to obtain all the cocoa they craved from his form, despite being reduced in the process. He was literally giving himself to the girls.
The eel's announcement of his agreement and alignment with the alluring association was met with tumultuous telepathic trills of triumph, the thrilled throng throwing themselves at their newest thrall. As they all crowded around him and kissed his flesh, celebrating with light licks or soft suckling on his skin, he sighed and smiled; He may have given himself to them, but he thought he could cope.
As Sue demanded dibs on his next round for being the one that 'caught him in the first place' and Melonie moved down to his tail and snuggled his slightly sore slit deep into her super sizable and sublimely soft set of scintillating spheres, he groaned and grinned, closing his eyes... Yes, he could certainly cope with a life such as this!
The End
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Epilogue:
And so, the group grew by one member that day,
With the mermaids, the eelman always did stay.
His life was naught but perfection,
But we are left with one question:
What land beasts live in this world I've shown today?