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Disclaimer - Some people read in public to pass the time. Others might take a book onto the bus to seem more academic. Neither of the aforementioned would be caught dead within a three hundred meter radius of this story. If you want to impress your friends, take up juggling flaming toasters. If you want to lose a chunk of your life in a surreal underwater wonderland, then I suppose you could have come to a worse place . . . (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Please do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

The Thalassic Ambassador

The sound of saltwater dripping from the stinking tidal cave's ceiling echoed around Rinn as he stalked through the darkness. The pitted rock walls soon gave way to smooth light gray stone, worn reliefs of shells and sea life all woven into an intricate tapestry. His torch sputtered as a wet drop spattered onto the burning pitch. The mercenary was dressed only in light mail and sailor's clothes, memories of his days spent on a tossing deck playing through his mind as he continued on, following the tides as they receded. He was only going to get one shot at this.

Fighting in wars was never really all that profitable unless you were the one starting them, and sailing the seas seemed a better way to find enemies than coin. But there were always things that normal folks didn't have the gumption to kill by themselves. Sometimes they didn't need a reason more than they just didn't much like a particular beasty. What better way to dispose of the guilt of a failed harvest than to blame it on a goat and then kill it for all to see. Rinn was usually called in when the goats were a little too big to go down that easily.

This time though, it looked like the coastal town that had hired him had a good reason. Ships had been sunk. The sailors who had been rescued had all gone mad, tossing themselves into the sea a few days later. The town had gone still, trade halting, the streets simmering with whispers of ancient curses and angry gods. All Rinn knew is that the shipping guild was paying him enough to live the high life for the next five years, and so he was going to descend into this cave and kill _ something _.

His soft leather boots tapped against the increasingly polished floor of the cave as he looked at the frothing surf pooling in front of him. It was starting to move slower and slower, sloshing water calming abnormally quickly in the flickering cold darkness. What was left was a perfectly clear smooth surface, like a circular pane of glass that led into a water filled tunnel that continued down at a slight angle. It was odd, as Rinn squinted, it almost seemed that the surface was glowing slightly with an odd pulsing silver light.

He wasn't particularly worried about the seemingly unnatural. Rinn had a cold iron ring, a tiny bottle of dirt from a saint's grave, a potpourri made from mandrake and wolfsbane, and half a dozen other charms and gewgaws from all corners of the globe, all stashed in a small oiled leather case. Generally, he found that the best time to stab anything was whenever it paused to bother using magics on him. So far, it had been a strategy that had worked relatively well.

This wasn't a problem that could be solved with stabbing at the moment though. He sighed. This was as low as the tides were going to get for a month, so if he was going to make it through, he was going to do it now. The ceiling had been fairly rough on the way down, and so perhaps there would be a few pockets of air that he could find. It looked like the passage itself leveled out a bit, so it might even lead up into a drier cave at the end. Cricking his neck from side to side, he considered. At the very least, he could check forward for half a breath before he gave up and turned back.

Blowing out his torch and wrapping the end in a bit of oil cloth, he waded into the faintly illuminated pool, cold water making his clothes stick to his skin. He took a deep breath and dove forwards, reaching out with his hands and guiding himself along. The walls were oddly smooth against his hands as he walked along the bottom, feeling up for any pockets of air. Even through his closed eyelids, there was an odd flickering light though, and he dared taking a peek through the stinging brine to see what it was.

Two jellyfish floated before him, each glowing with pastel shades, one blue the other vaguely coral colored. Their wispy tendrils gracefully trailed through the water behind their billowing bodies. Rinn shook his head, lip raising up in a sneer. He wasn't going to go anywhere near those. He planted his hand against the wall and turned himself around, eyes widening despite the salt water as wispy silver filaments draped over him. Opening his mouth, the harsh salty water rushed over his tongue as a surprised stream of bubbles erupted from his lips. One of the things had gotten behind him somehow.

He expected it to sting, but instead there was just an odd tingle where the filaments came into contact with his skin: a strange sucking sensation as the billowing body fanned out near his head. Rinn wasn't about to wait to see if it would shock him or not, reaching out with his hands and yanking at that translucent body, black gloved fingers sinking into the jellyfish's soft flesh, tearing great rends in it as he yanked off the tendrils that stuck to his skin and armor. The other two billowed over towards him, but his frantic movements seemed to cleave through their ephemeral bodies like ephemeral clouds as he pulled himself back towards whence he had come from. In a few slow purposeful strides, he was back to where the crystal clear water started, the jellyfish reduced to little more than tatters that seemed to fade as he neared the surface.

As his head burst from the still pane of the water, his gasp for air turned into a shout of pain. As the air of the gloomy cavern touched his skin, it felt like rivulets of liquid fire were running down his flesh. Rinn immediately collapsed to his knees, groans echoing in the relative darkness with the vague luminescence of the pool shining behind him. He scraped his nails over his armor and face, feeling like there was drops of hissing acid rolling down his skin. But his legs felt completely fine with the salt water splashing over them. Desperately, the nearly crazed man knelt and plunged his face back into the water, relief coming out as a stream of silver white bubbles before he slumped back into the water completely.

The sensation of lancing pain halted immediately where the briny water made contact with his skin. Mind numbing pain abated, he carefully opened his eyes under the water, looking forward to see if there were any more of the foul billowing creatures coming towards him. It was odd though. The salt water didn't seem to sting his eyes at all, and the image of the crystal clear passage came to him undistorted. There was no sign of any more jellyfish . . . or actually any signs of the ones that had been there before . . . The sandy floor of the passage was bare and the water was crystal clear. It looked like it ended after a hundred yards or so, sloping up into some other subterranean chamber.

Rinn rose for air again, the burning sensation still present, but lessened considerably. He scrubbed his face and hair with the salt water, and the seeping pain all but halted as the water of the sea seemed to cure his malady. He rubbed the rest of his body as well, wet clothes scraping against his flesh with some discomfort. It made his armor feel a little tight around his chest and his skin feel strange under his gloves. The burning feeling had been replaced by just an odd tingle, a strange relaxing feeling as the water sloshed against his skin. As he closed his eyes in the darkness for a second, the skin on his face became streaked with smooth gray patches where the filaments of the jellyfish had brushed around him while his eyes darkened into black animal orbs.

The pain was gone, and he still had a job to do. He shook himself, trying to clear his senses before diving back into the pool after a deep breath. His eyes opened naturally under the water, and this time he swam rather than walking along the bottom. There were more carvings along the light stone walls showing the great bounty of the ocean, clams and crabs, great squid and fish of all sizes. He began to salivate as he saw the carvings pass by in the corner of his vision. It was oddly serene, floating through the light gray hall in the dimly illuminated water. The only thing was that his armor was really getting in the way. Admittedly, swimming in armor as never pleasant, but he could usually manage. Now though, it just felt overly constraining, like it was pressing in against his spine between his shoulders.

Reaching the other side of the tunnel was surprisingly easy as he drifted along. He barely felt like he had held his breath at all. But soon, the passage sloped up slightly, the underwater gauntlet ended, and Rinn tentatively emerged into another damp section of cave. He winced preemptively, almost expecting the previous pain to flash into resurgence as he pulled himself from the water. There was nothing like that though, just the feeling of his now sodden heavy clothes rubbing against his strangely sensitive flesh uncomfortably.

The long tunnel didn't smell as bad as the last one. The scent of the ocean's tides was there, but strangely muted. Perhaps it was just the lack of flotsam and jetsam? He licked his lips, tasting the vivid salty water on his skin as he considered. Rinn's mind wandered as he walked along the now polished stone floor. The motif on the walls had changed, sea life replaced by carved currents and waves in a dazzling pattern that almost looked like it was moving. He ran a hand over the smooth carvings distractedly as he strode forwards. It was actually quite beautiful. The thought felt a little strange, and he shook his head. He had come here for a reason, and he wasn't going to let anything as insubstantial as a nice carving get in his way.

Tugging up on his now somewhat loose feeling belt and oddly constraining clothes, he walked on until he encountered another luminescent pool in the floor. Although the water was as clear as it was before, this time his view was blocked after a few feet by myriad fronds of undulating seaweed. It came in a waving variety of colors from bluish green, to an almost florescent yellow. There were even patches of a darker rusty red with boughs that were more like whips than leaves.

Remembering what had happened last time, Rinn figured that it had to be some kind of trap, but the plants seemed perfectly normal. Even after wading into the mouth of the pool and prodding one with a gloved hand, nothing happened. They didn't seem poisonous . . . the skin on his wrist not feeling at all different once exposed. Perhaps it was just a flooded passage then, to keep out creatures that weren't as adapted to the water as himself . . . as he _ had _ been a sailor. Still though, he didn't know how long the vivid watery tunnel stretched on. The man figured it might be a wise idea to drop a little weight just to be sure. His cramped uncomfortable armor certainly wasn't helping him swim in the least.

Rinn tugged off his light mail. He could always return for it on the way out. It felt quite liberating to take it off. Looking down, his fingers were already unlacing the top of his shirt as he paused, stretching his neck from side to side. Something felt off, his shirt clinging to the front of his chest, but oddly pulled up off of his back. He couldn't see the bulge that rose from between his shoulders, or the fact that the skin of his neck was changing more, gray smooth streaks from earlier blending together into a solid glossy pliant surface.

It wasn't reasonable for him to remove the rest of his clothes though, even thought he felt that it would be more comfortable. There could be jutting rock protrusions, or even a surface covered in rough patches of mussels. So he strapped his short sword over his breeches, and tied his bag of good luck charms to the belt of his trousers, stepping back into the pool, enjoying the water's cool caress before he took a deep breath and plunged himself forwards into the multicolored sheets of sea vegetation. The feelings of the otherworldly fronds brushing over his face were pleasant, and even though he was trying to be careful, it was very hard not to simply enjoy himself, worries of running out of air no longer in his mind at all.

The dim sourceless light filtered in over him as he swam on, caressed by billowing fronds. Rinn's clothes felt increasingly off though, like they were tangling around him, making it more difficult to swim, unlike the plants that he sailed easily through. Almost as an afterthought, he pried his feet free of his boots. It felt so right, so much easier to maneuver with bare feet as the soft leather floated away through the greenish curtains behind him. The feeling was so compelling that he found himself loosening his belt as well, letting his breeches slide back off of him as he continued to float though the brilliant underwater kaleidoscope of colors, their wispy colors drawing all his attention away from himself as his bag of charms sank to the ground unnoticed.

Grey smooth sleekness was subsuming his skin as he slid further on, losing track of time. As the water flowed over his form, all of the sharp angles of his body slowly became curves, water flowing over them as he was tickled by the sheets of underwater foliage. Rinn struggled out of his shirt, feeling much better as it too drifted away behind him. The almost hypnotic tidal patterns carved into the rounded walls mixed with the billowing vegetation made it nearly impossible to focus on himself as his shoulders clenched, the growing fin that had been pressing out under his clothes stretching into a graceful arc of a dorsal fin, stabilizing him in the calm water.

Chest feeling tight and tingly, his glossy skin began to press out, curves becoming more pronounced. Each pectoral swelled slightly, the skin of his nipples darkening as they widened. The feeling of a frond brushing over his swelling chest made him open his mouth in a silent gasp of pleasure that ricocheted through his changing body. The water didn't taste as harsh or salty as it was before though. His fleshy pink tongue widened as he smacked his lips. He could taste the plants around him, and the clean purity of this place. It was comforting in the strangest of ways. As his new sense of taste developed, his nostrils slowly pulled tighter and tighter while his face began to press forwards. Eventually the stretched slits sealed over as his head began to change more quickly.

His hair began to fall from his changing skull, drifting behind him like his clothes had. The only things left on his changing body were his drawers, his sword belt, and his gloves, every other uncomfortable garment cast aside as he propelled himself forwards with his entire body. The glossy light gray skin of his belly and the darker gray of his back all thickened, tingling as it was seemingly caressed and encouraged by the multi-hued plants. As his lips stretched out and his teeth began to sharpen around his sensitive tongue, the top of his head twinged, muscles contracting in the strangest of ways. Silvery bubbles of air escaped from the quivering new orifice at the back of his head as a clicking giggle echoed from his throat, bouncing around off the stone walls and seeming to resonate in his mind.

He could feel the water around him in the strangest of ways. Rinn could still see as well, but the billowing foliage came into an odd separate relief, his jawbone seeming to resonate with the strange clicking noise coming from his throat. It felt completely natural, his senses spreading out around him, assuring him of the sea's presence wrapped around him protectively. His purpose blurred in his mind as he continued. He was going forwards. At the moment, that was all, and he lost himself in the feelings of the plants fanning against him as he floated lazily forwards.

The dynamics of Rinn's swimming were changing, both of his legs moving together instead of kicking one by one. The back of his drawers bulged as he continued, gray flesh straining against it, stretching the thin fabric as a thick nub haltingly creaked out from his spine. It felt so right as the forming protrusion tore through the hem of his waist, drawers floating away behind him as his speed began to increase. The forming tail fanned out at the end into two horizontal fins that seemed to catch at the water in just the right way, feeling completely natural. The muscles of his now shapely ass tensed and bulged as the strong smooth tail thickened, growing as long as his legs, powerful length cutting through the water with ease in an almost subconscious way as all Rinn thought about was progressing forwards.

The hypnotic sheets of aquatic vegetation flew by faster and faster, all of the changing man's senses fully engaged even though he was completely distracted from what was happening to his own changing form. Rinn's groin tingled, wispy contact from the plants tickling against his testes as they tightened, skin lightening as they were slowly pulled back inside of his body. His pulsing cock throbbed and ached, teased with the ceaseless flickering brushing as his almost rubbery light skin squeezed around the base, forming a tight slit. With every beat of his exhilarated heart, his cock pulled back, edges of his new genital slit tightening. In a final pleasurable tug, his maleness was pulled fully inside of him, edges of the slit pressing firmly together as his insides twisted and changed, tight femininity forming inside of his altered form.

Feeling like waking from a dream, the end of the passage came suddenly, the curtain of vibrant foliage halting. Rising automatically, his head broke water, newly formed blowhole opening, exhaling with a puff before he started breathing in, the feeling oddly alien. Something just felt _ off _ as Rinn climbed out of the water, but there was a larger distraction as he looked forwards into the massive cave. Standing on a precipice, the changed man looked down into a brightly lit abyss, a huge clear pool of water in a cistern that could have housed a small city.

Rinn looked down at his body. It seemed wrong . . . this wasn't what he was supposed to be . . . His fingers clenched inside of his supple gloves, the last remnant of his clothes save for his belted on sword. The changed man's entire body was covered in smooth pliant skin, a deeper gray on his back that faded to nearly white on his chest. Tail flickering with agitation, he reached up and felt his face, long muzzle feeling both strange and paradoxically completely normal in his hands. Reaching back behind himself, he felt the stiff curve of his dorsal fin as his other hand squeezed against one of his now pert breasts, making a rattling squeak escape his long gray maw.

This was horrifying, and something made him wish that it was more surprising. But it wasn't. He felt at the base of his protruding beak-like jaw with a hand. It felt . . . normal. And yet at the same time, he knew that it shouldn't. His sodden gloved hands shakily moved down, prodding at the taut skin of his breasts. It felt odd to even think of it. The thought was strangely appealing though. But this wasn't him . . . was it? He wasn't a woman, but women didn't have gray smooth skin . . .

He had come here to do something . . . to end something . . . but all of his thoughts were muddled around in his mind. There was something that needed killing, and a large sack of coin involved, but that seemed much further away now. He still had his sword, so he could still fight. His body wasn't right though. He tried to remember, images of pink sallow skin and a lanky angular body seeming somehow disgusting. That certainly wasn't the real him . . . Or at least who he wanted to be . . . Why would he?

As he pondered his hand wandered between his legs, rubbing at the tight white edges of the slit there. As soon as his leather clad fingers made contact, his thick tail lashed behind him and he threw back his head, letting out a series of ratcheting squeaks. Where was his masculinity? He shuddered, pulling his gloved hands back, mind reeling as he tried to focus. The tight slit was oddly appealing, so much so that it was hard to resist running a finger down the tight edges one last time.

He'd come here by himself. There was something that he needed to do. That was why he came here. Down there . . . it had to be down there . . . He could find whatever was causing this and fix it. Fix himself.

And then what, return to the surface? The thought wasn't particularly appealing. The world seemed drab in comparison to the gleaming underwater cistern that yawned before him. His tail twitched behind him as he considered the situation. This was obviously some kind of magic, but not like anything he'd ever encountered. He'd been ensorclled before, but that had felt completely different. This time, he didn't feel like anyone was controlling him . . . but he still didn't know what to do.

Certainly, going backwards was never an answer that Rinn would choose if he could help it. So, finding no alternatives, he dove from the rocky precipice into the light of the pool below him, barely making a splash as his streamlined body broke the almost mirror-like surface. There was life of all kinds here, schools of fish darting from him as a huge ray sailed gently overhead. Somewhere in the back of his mind there was the idea that he was supposed to be feeling animosity towards . . . something. But this was so beautiful. There were white polished columns in the water with eels nesting amidst the trailing green seaweed, and almost chandelier-like jellyfish that bobbed overhead placidly. Even the sand of the floor seemed to glitter and twinkle in the seemingly sourceless light.

Rinn's mild confusion was not enough to stymy his progress as he swam forward with instinctual grace, drawn towards the center of this seemingly ancient place of power. His body felt completely at home, sliding through the water as if he was meant to be here, like it was made for him. It felt like this ran against what he had come here to do . . . but he couldn't quite place why.

You've come to solve a problem . . .

The words echoed in his mind, his dark eyes widening as he looked down towards the center of the pool below him. There was a huge open shell with ridges like a scallop, easily the size of a small house. The first thing he saw was her eyes, wide and orange, contrasting with her metallic green scales. He initially thought that she was humanoid, like a scaled woman riding on some kind of giant coiled aquatic beast with diaphanous fins all billowing around its body, but as his eyes traced down her form, he saw that she was simply one long otherworldly creature, her gills fanning slowly as she looked up at him with her almost draconic head.

Rinn opened his mouth, no words possible in the deep as he instead tasted the water, taking in her scent that resonated deep inside of his changed form. He shook his head, trying to gather his thoughts.

You came of your own will, to solve a problem . . .

Her mouth didn't move as the words rang true in his mind. Rinn's eyes focused on her fanning red tinged gills slowly pulsing in the water as she swam up towards him, long tail that was her lower body trailing behind her, vertical fin fanning out, light playing off the iridescence of her scales

Rinn's heart was racing as he reached down to the sword still strapped to his belt. Did she mean him harm? It was certainly hard to think of her as a monster . . .

I'm no more monster than you are, and surely far less than those who have been traversing my bay of late.

Staying on his guard, Rinn could feel her getting closer, his lower jaw tingling as he focused on her undulating serpentine body with his keen newly found senses. There was malice there, but not directed towards him.

In times past, people respected this place. But there has been a recent influx of those who care naught for their surroundings. She floated in the water, waving a clawed webbed hand in front of her body. At first they had just left behind pitch soaked offal and detritus, but lately, they've been doing the most puzzling things. Why would men throw others of their own kind into my domain, much less a whole berth of them chained together?

The changed man paused, turning his head to the side. He hadn't been told anything about prisoners . . .

_No, not prisoners. Slaves._Her bitterness echoed in his head, feeling like a physical object to his senses. _I heard their mewling as they were tossed from the decks. I could hardly just let them drown, so I helped them change into forms more suitable to their new environment. Now they are free._A spotted ray sailed past and she reached out, scratching along its white underbelly while the creature seemed to lean into it, flat body undulating in an aquatic purr.

It hit Rinn then that the ray had once been human . . . It felt like the thought should have disgusted him, but it was certainly better than drowning. The ray certainly didn't seem to mind as it swirled around her before gliding off into the billowing masses of seaweed. The other sea life in the chamber seemed equally queer, the eels and sturgeons all having a glimmer of human intelligence in their movements.

I of course got the story from my new found darlings: Not only does this so called merchant fleet care nothing for the ocean, they also don't seem to care for the lives of their brothers. Those who were so wronged convinced me that simply biding my time and waiting for the next great age would not be in anyone's best interests. Her tail coiled in the water as she spun around slowly with her talons outstretched. So with the help of my new allies, we began to show them why the sea should be respected.

Rinn found himself nodding, scratching his long pale smooth chin as he considered. No one liked slavers. It wasn't even legal in these parts. But why has some of the sailors returned to leap into the sea after they had been saved?

Of course they returned to me._Her voiced rumbled in his mind. _They had seen the glory that is my domain. It just took some scant time for the revelation to sink in.

Blinking slowly, the dolphin paused. Rinn could feel the power of this place, her power. It coursed all around him in oddly comforting waves. But he was different than the life of the sea around him. He still needed to breathe the air of the surface, if only occasionally.

You came here to deal with me. Yes. I can tell._She swam forwards, her long thick piscine tail wrapping around Rinn's tough smooth skin as he looked into her wide orange eyes._You could deal _ for _me instead. The sea is my place, but I could hardly deign to leave it. She gestured to her gills fanning out from the sides of her scaly neck with a toothy smile. Which is why a creature of both worlds would make a perfect ambassador for my cause . . .

A tingle rose up from Rinn's fluked tail through his spine, as much from the smooth scaly contact as from her oddly appealing words. He rested his hands against her firm but gently wrapping coils, no longer afraid, but more curious. Why would he work for her? He had come down here to earn a fortune . . .

Oh, you could certainly have a hoard of treasures if you wished._She spun him gently in the water, letting his eyes drift to the glittering sands around the shell at the center of the depression. It wasn't the sands themselves that gleamed though, half buried coins and goblets littered the floor at random intervals, intermixed with the occasional gem that matched with the tones of the seaweed drifting in the tidal breeze. Her tail coiled around him with firm pressure as she pulled her humanoid upper body against him from behind. _But wealth is such a limited thing. Especially when compared to _ real _ power.

He could feel her scaly breasts on either side of his dorsal fin, her influence thrumming through the water around him like the heartbeat of the sea itself. This wasn't supposed to feel this good, her hands caressing in over his shoulders as she squeezed around him, diaphanous fins billowing as one of her talons scraped gently down over his own pert breasts. Her other petted over his head, rubbing a gentle circle against his tight quivering blowhole. Rinn leaned his head back, mouth opening as he tasted her on the water around him. The gold seemed suddenly less lustrous, but he didn't precisely understand what was being offered as a substitute . . .

You already know, surely. Your new form is but a hint of what I offer. You could be my vassal, my claw that reaches to both sea and land alike to explain the old ways to those who have forgotten: an extension of my power. Her slick scaly skin tightened around his body as one hand traced its way up his neck, a finger slipping past his sharp teeth and dragging along his flat fleshy and incredibly sensitive tongue. Of course there would be other benefits as well . . .

Shivering at the sensation, Rinn pondered. It sounded different, actually working for someone and sharing in their goals: someone that he could believe in. But he wasn't sure. His body felt strange and foreign, but also sleek, powerful, and incredibly sensitive. His thoughts raced as he wriggled in her coils, his smooth thick gray skin rubbing against her glossy scales. The friction was tortuous in the strangest of ways, making him keen for something that he couldn't enumerate as the heat rising in his body began to pulse between his legs.

Of course, I could help you explore your new form. She uncoiled from around him, leaving is body feeling oddly uncovered as she drifted in front of him in all of her multifaceted glory. If you wish . . .

Rinn's thoughts swam, his body tense. He had come here of his own will, but was this what he really wanted? It was hard to deny the allure of her own magnificent form. But his own body . . . He looked down, running his gloved fingers over his smooth stomach. Was this really him?

Only if you want it to be . . .

He clicked nervously, tail flicking behind him as he bobbed in the water. He was so smooth, so curved, but under his thick skin lay corded muscles and an enduring physique. Even if Rinn went back to his old life, he was certain he'd never be able to forget this empowering feeling, or forgive himself for abandoning it . . . Slowly he nodded his head, swimming closer to her in a single fluid movement.

Already so loyal . . . Her praise rung in his mind, pulsing through his senses with a pleasant warmth. And you're absolutely right. You're body is truly remarkable. Her form snaked through the water as she swam under him. It would be a terrible waste to let a single inch slip by unnoticed.

Rinn squeaked as she rubbed the side of her reptilian head against his inner thigh, a blush creeping into the thick skin of his cheeks. Her fleshy thick tongue slid out as she lapped up, talons grasped around his knees, spreading his legs wide. His heart raced as he looked down at her with wide dark eyes, blowhole tightening as she licked up against that tight pulsing slit between his legs. The edges quivered as he reached down, grabbing onto her scaly shoulders with his gloved hands. It felt so different, sending electric tingles through his form as he clicked and squeaked, feeling the water around him and every nuance of her sinuous body. There was still nervousness in his motions, a halting indecision that he couldn't yet ignore . . .

Her sharp fangs scraped against his light skin teasingly, his muscles straining under the pale skin between his thighs. Do not worry, my ambassador. She lapped up at the straining edges of his cleft. You need only serve me as you wish. One of her hands reached back to stroke at the thick base of his tail, dimpling the tough flesh with her sharp claws.And I shall serve you as well . . .

Passionate truth ringing in his mind, Rinn's tail lashed as his grip on her scales tightened, and he relaxed ever so slightly. He could be something greater than just a sellsword . . . if he wanted to.

That brief moment of calm gave the serpentine figure all the time she needed as she felt the muscles around his slit relax allowing the regal figure to slide her fleshy tongue inside of him, grinding past the tight outer slit and squelching into the inner depths of his marine femininity and twisting with practiced finesse.

It was like nothing Rinn had ever imagined, the organ filling his tight clenching insides as he automatically wrenched and squeezed around it, tail whipping about behind him. Tendrils of lust lanced through his entire body as forceful waves of bliss crashed through him. He could sense her power coursing in the water around him, and felt every slick flicker of her tongue as it scraped against something inside of him that made his heartbeat audible in his own mind. Her own piscine body twisted in the water behind her as well, colorful fins waving in the increasingly turbulent water as they both began to drift and tumble.

No one had ever connected with Rinn in such a way. He was certain that no human ever could. Pulling himself against her, he pressed his hips against her muzzle as her claws teased the straining base of his tail and her tongue pulsed and pressed deeper inside of him. Her gills fanned out as she felt his clenches begin to tighten into frenetic bursts of energy.

Rinn's entire body quaked. Once subtle clicks and chirps becoming ratcheting shrieks as he arched his back and opened his mouth wide. His toes clenched and curled as his tail thrashed and his aching passage began to wildly strain and tug in the throes of his first female orgasm, his eyes going wide as a cloud of white shimmering bubbles escaped from his blowhole.

The sensations simply didn't stop though, the queen coaxing on his climax, stroking the straining edges of his slit and pulsing her thick tongue inside of him. Her own tail curled and waved as she tasted his thick hot female essence that seeped around her tongue and leaked into the water around them. Some of the more inquisitive sea life bobbed around the edges of the shell-throne, watching the passionate display.

It took some minutes for Rinn's wild lust to subside, another feeling building up inside of him. The queen eventually slid back and licked her fleshy tongue across her lips slowly as she watched him puzzle over the new strange sensation.

He needed to breathe.

And so his elegant form cut through the water as he rose to the surface of the huge underwater cavern, the very top of his head breaking the glassy plane as his blowhole opened and he took in a deep huffing breath before he returned down into the glimmering land beneath the water. Swimming back down to where the lord of this place floated above her shell of a throne, Rinn approached her without any trepidation whatsoever.

It seemed like the world had opened up, and there was an infinite number of things that he should be doing: Not for enough coin to live for another few years, but because it actually seemed . . . right. Like he was helping something bigger than himself.

Yes. There will be much to do. You should become familiar with your new domain. The queen gestured around her with one of her thick curved talons. But first there is something that you could do for me now . . .

Rinn cocked his head to the side as he swam up next to her.

I helped you to explore your true form, yes?

Rinn nodded.

Would you do the same for me? She smiled a toothy grin, leaning back and rubbing her hands down her scaly hips, framing the tight slit at the start of her massive tail.

Blushing, Rinn paused for a second before he nodded. The land and the sea could both wait for this . . .