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Spawning Season

Document City. What is there to say about a place such as this? Is it bad? No. Is it good? No. Is it ugly? Eh, a little bit. Gazing skyward, one could see buildings forged from concrete, stone and metal, stretching for as far as the eye could see. The shadows they cast off cover such large amounts of ground in darkness, as well as the people who walk among it. So many people too, all of different races and species. Humans, beastkin and – perhaps most telling of all – hybrids.

Often times, the thought of human beastkin hybrids is seen as taboo. Called 'hybrids' (despite the fact that beastkin hybrids exist in grand numbers, but I digress), since time immemorial, they were seen at best as taboo and wrong, or at worse as crimes against nature. Fortunately in modern times, the idea of such things as being inhuman (even though technically they were) have long since been put to bed. And nowhere else is that more blatant than in Document City.

The hybrid capital of the world.

Here in Document City, the number of human-beastkin hybrids greatly outweigh their numbering in any other city in the world. Many come to Document City specifically for this reason, be it to escape prejudices where they live, or just because they find interspecies relationships as being rather interesting.

And then there's Hector Gio, who moved to Document City merely because he had to.

The son of a fisherman, Hector was a tall young man with a somewhat gruff demeanor. His short hair was brown, his eyes were brown, and his expression was often stern. No mustache, though he had a goatee on his chin that was well maintained. He was often recognized for his somewhat cold and indifferent nature, but rest assured, he was incredibly friendly. Always willing to lend a helping hand if someone were to ask him for it, he became rather popular among those who needed aid in any handyman situation. Needed your pipes done? He was there. Help getting your new couch up the stairs? He's got ya. Car needs some tuning? Well, he's no mechanic, but he's got enough know-how to do what needs to be done.

Hector was a good man, one with many skills. About the only thing he didn't have was a girlfriend of any sort. Sure, many women he knew – young and mature – often shot him glares of interest, but be it from indifference or hardheadedness, Hector never picked them up on such an offer. No, no, he'd merely do his job, give them a smile, and then head off for whatever it is he needed to do that day.

Which often meant – you guessed it – working_._

“Hey Hector! Boss says your time's up!"

“Hrrrggh... finally..."

You'd think he wouldn't be able to hear over the sound of that roaring jackhammer of his, but you'd be wrong. Sure, it was loud and rather annoying, but if someone was telling him it was time to go home, he'd be able to pick up on it a mile away.

His thumb slid on his hammer's switch, tuning it off as the pit he had formed in the concrete was rather sizable. From what he was told, they were going to place a new fire hydrant here next to the new bank they were creating. At least, that's what he was told. Hey, he was no architect; he was the guy who the architect hired to actually construct his buildings. It was somewhat seen as a thankless job by the hire ups, but hey, it wasn't like he was doing this to get 'thanks' anyway. No, no, a paycheck will do just fine.

But with another day came another dollar, and a rather tiring one at that. Hector often worked early in the morning to around afternoon, and now was no different. He had all day to himself, and further more tomorrow, since he was off. Which meant a fair bit of sleeping was due for him.

Leaving the construction yard, he waved at his fellow workers as they waved back. The trailer they used to collect and hold their things was just on the side of the road, with him slipping inside to gather his clothes and clock out. Oh yeah, and return his hardhat as well; he didn't want to accidentally take it home with him again.

“Let's see..." he muttered as he collected his phone, checking it briefly to see what time it was, “Hmmm... its only 4... good..." he smiled, face glowing, “Heh heh... it's so early in the day. I might still catch the game!"

He grinned as he pumped his hand in the air, gleeful at the prospect of having the rest of the day off, as well as tomorrow. Hours upon hours of pure... nothing.

Which – when you become an adult – is the greatest gift of all.

Ba-dump!

“Huh? Oh, hey! Hector! Glad I caught ya!"

Tossing his jacket over his shoulder, Hector turned to face the trailer's entrance where his eyes befell a friend of his. He was a fellow construction worker, though one with a more grandiose plan in mind for his future as oppose to Hector's more humble goals. He was tall, handsome and blond, not to mention a bit of an annoying flirt. With girls, just so you know...

“Hey, Jacob," Hector said as he waved at him, just to pull his time card from out of his pocket, “You seem rather chipper today. What's with this 'glad I caught ya' business?"

“Do you always have to sound so dower?" Jacob replied with a wry grin as he jabbed Hector in the shoulder, “I come to you with an offer, and you just sound like I told you a bird crapped on your car."

“Hrrghh... what's up, Jacob?" the brunet inquired instead, further pressing the matter as his card was clicked off to show his time was up.

“Haaa... all work and no play makes Jacob a dull boy," the blond replied, “And Hector an even duller one at that, I'd say. Look..."

His hand reached into his jacket's pocket, pulling out a card of some sort. Handing said card to Hector, he looked it over briefly in order to read it. His thumb slid along its surface, realizing that the card was advertising a club of some sort. 'Ocean's Domain' it said, and in tune with such a name, the color of the card was blue, and it showed off a rather grandiose looking castle of some sort. Fluff and filler, assuredly; clubs were a dime a dozen in Document City, and this one didn't look too dissimilar to any other he had passed on. Truth be told, he wasn't much of a club person anyway; bars and pubs would do just fine.

“Eh... not interested," Hector muttered, causing Jacob's eyes to grow wide.

“What!? No, no! You can't turn it down now!" he replied, his head shaking, “Look, Hector, my friend, you can't just turn away from your friend's offer!"

“And why would I care about some club?" Hector asked instead, eyebrow raised, “You know I don't care about clubs, Jacob. And, really..." he leered at him sharply, “You don't either. Every time we hang out, you just wanna go to a place with good hot wings, yeah?"

“Well, yeah but..." he shook his head, “Listen, my friend. I've got it on good intel that Ocean's Domain is unlike any other club in Document City. Especially during this time of the year..." he jabbed him in the shoulder with a chuckle, “Remember what you told me? That you were a... what in the past?"

“A... fisherman?" Hector replied, confused by why he would bring such a thing up, “Like... I used to fish with my father back where I grew up at but... why does that matter here?"

“Tell me, man... what is the name of that time of year when the fishes get together to breed?"

“Uhh... hmm... let me think it's uh... uh... Spawning Season?" the brunet answered, to which Jacob nodded.

“Exactly. Spawning Season!" Jacob said with a gleeful smile as he – yet again – jabbed his friend in the shoulder, “The moment where the fishies gather together for a fucking frenzy, don't they?"

“You have no idea how Spawning Season actually works, do you...?" Hector muttered, an annoyed look in his face, “Fish don't mate like typical creatures do, you know. So Spawning Season isn't exactly a 'fucking frenzy' as you called it... hmm..." he raised an eyebrow, “Besides, what the hell does that have to do with this uh... Ocean's Domain, or whatever?"

But before Jacob could actually explain it to him, Hector stopped him. Hey, he may not be the smartest man, but he was no fool. A place called 'Ocean's Domain', talk about Spawning Season... huh. His mind was working, the gears were turning, and he was putting two and two together when he finally said,

“You idiot; marine beastkin don't work like how you think they work!"

“Ah-ha! You figured it out!" Jacob said with a laugh as he pumped his hand through the air.

“What? You think this Ocean's Domain place is going to be a giant orgy just because it's Spawning Season!?"

“Well... yeah," Jacob replied, wryly enough, “Remember that intel I told you about, hm? I have it in good faith, that during Spawning Season, Ocean's Domain really does become a large orgy pit. A bunch of marine beastkin head down there, bundle up in personal little booths and... Bam! Instant sex."

“You're insane if you think that's true, Jacob..." Hector muttered, causing the blond to laugh.

“Hah hah! Yeah, maybe you're right," he replied, one hand scratching at the back of his head, “But, hey, can't hurt to check, dontcha think? After all, even if the rumors about some underground marine orgy isn't true, the idea of getting lucky with some hot and horny fishgirl sounds kinda fun!"

“You're more likely to run into a Sneak Spawner than you are into any horny fishgirl," Hector stated, his eyes rolling, “But, sure, I'll come along. It's not like I've got anything better to do anyway. Besides..." he eyed Jacob closely, “Someone's gotta get you home in one peace."

“It was one time!" Jacob snapped, “One! Time! Damn! Let it die, Hector! Let it die!"

“I'll think about it," he said as he gestured for the door, “So... when do we head out?"

“Tomorrow. Ya'know, since I still have work today, and I know you'll kill me if I pull you away from the game so..." he snapped his fingers, “So... I'll come by your place tomorrow at around eight or something, we head out to the club and see what happens, huh? And then..." his eyes grew wide, “Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Work! Work! Work!"

After all, Hector was off for his shift; Jacob really needed to get a move on. Scrambling for his clock-in/clock-out card, he knew that if he didn't clock in at a timely manner, their boss would talk his ear off. Hector merely chuckled at the sight, head shaking as he turned to exit the trailer. The less time he spent here, the better, after all.

But as he made his way towards his car across the street, he checked that card yet again. Ocean's Domain, huh? Welp, while the idea of a giant fish orgy was unlikely, he could pray that the food there would be good.

Hmm... would a club for marine beastkin sell seafood? Hmm...

“Welp... so long as the hot wings are good," he muttered to himself instead as he stuck the card into his pocket.

Today had been a long day already, so a nice long soak in his bathtub would do him very well.

…

Spawning Season. You know what that is, right? It's the time of year in the marine world where females lay their eggs, and the males fertilize said eggs with their spawn. For many a fisherman, a strong spawning season means a strong hunting season. It's a most wonderful time of year indeed... that is, if you're watching some nature documentary. They never tell you about the other sides of such things, the many, many foibles and issues that Spawning Season include.

What do I mean? Well...

“Hrrg... dammit!"

Spawning Season. Motherfucking Spawning Season. How old was she? 24? Then why the hell was she acting like she was fucking 14!?

“Gaaaahhh! Harder! Hrrrghhh! Harder!"

Her legs were up, spread open, her womanhood so hot and throbbing. The labia were twitching, her clit swolen, and her lurid honey spilled from within like a broken faucet. Her purple eyes looked down between her legs, watching as her slender white fingers slid in and out of her cunt, over and over and over again.

It felt so damn good!

Was it just her, or was she even tighter than usual? Truth be told, it had been a while since she masturbated with her hands as oppose to one of her toys, but for some reason, she just needed this feeling in particular. Touching the many parts of her cunt, scraping upon its sensual walls, bringing her higher and higher pleasure!

“Gaaaaaah! Fuuuuuckkkk!"

A part of her wanted to prolong this feeling, to stave off her orgasm just a bit longer. But when she felt her impending climax coming, she did the opposite; her fingers began to pump into her cunt even harder and faster. Intense pleasure roared through her body, starting from her pussy and rocketing through every fiber of her being. From the tips of her toes, to the fins on her arms, and the sharp edges of her ears.

Wait... fins?

“Gah! Gaaaaaah! Gaaaaaannnghhh! Nnnnnnggghhh!"

At first her purple eyes grew wide, only to be screwed shut mere seconds later. One hand then grabbed a hold of her blankets, clenching them tightly, while the other hand dove deep into her pussy. And with one twist, it was like she was using keys to unlock a door.

“Gaaaaaaahh!!!"

A door to her orgasm, that is.

Biting her bottom lip tightly, the young woman began cumming all over her fingers. Her juices absolutely covered her digits and thighs in such a thick coating, as well as her bed beneath. It was such a lurid sight and an equally as lurid feeling, leaving her in that blissful state of an amazing climax.

“Haaaaa..."

Her chest raised and lowered gently, her eyes on the ceiling overhead as she relaxed from the orgasm. Immediately left free of her horny tendencies, the young woman suddenly realized what she did.

“Haaa... dammit...." she muttered, disappointment suddenly flowing through her.

Look, she's no prude, okay? If she's feeling rather horny, then she'd please herself if she damn well pleased. The thing is – as you can probably obviously tell – this moment of masturbatory need was not born from a desire to do so, but a biological need to do so.

There's this common misconception with beastkin that they all have a 'heat cycle'. Ya'know, since normal animals go into heat, then clearly, beastkin must do the same, right? Well, yeah, but it's only prevalent with beastkin going through puberty, much like humans in fact. Around their later teenage years in most cases, the heat cycle is only a thing of the past.

For marine beastkin, well, they have what they call Spawning Season. And for most marine beastkin, the same thing is true of a normal beastkin's heat cycle. They suffer through in their teenage years, but around adulthood, it leaves them.

Well, it's supposed to.

“Hey! Lula! Everything alright in there?"

“Yeah, yeah, it's whatever..." muttered the woman as she pulled herself up, “J-just wait for a moment, Mara. I'll be there in a moment..."

Finally getting up from her bed, the naked young woman turned to face her vanity dresser which sat beside her window. Walking along her floor in all of her nude glory, she sat before the dresser to stare at her own reflection.

She was a beastkin. A marine beastkin. Tall, slender, with white flesh, though bluer scales ran along her arms, elbows, legs, back, and head. Her eyes were purple, resting upon an alluring, mature face that was most human in nature. Sharp nose, thin lips, and a most pouty, annoyed expression.

Annoyed with what? Well, you know.

She did not have hair, instead having a fish-like head. It wasn't ugly mind you, instead giving her the vague visage of a shark. But – truth be told – it was hard to tell what kind of fish she was based on. Being aquatic in nature, she possessed both fish attributes, and amphibian-like ones as well. Webbed feet, long fins on her arms, short fins on her legs, and fins around her waist that kind of made it look like she was wearing a translucent skirt. Her feet were webbed, and she had gills on her neck, though they were closed for the time being.

And that's not even getting into her figure.

She wasn't too tall, but she still was taller than most other females around her. A seemingly fitness-minded individual, she had a rather gracious figure in the shape of an hourglass thanks to her thin waist, yet plump thighs and even more plump chest. Such a large chest too, one with nipples that were blue in color.

Heh... go figure...

Her name was Lula Shuvuia, and currently, she's going through Spawning Season.

Lula leered at her own reflection, annoyed with the state her body was going through. To be 24 yet still suffering the dreaded affects of the Spawning Season, ugh, it was so belittling! If any of her friends found out about this, she'd be a laughingstock! She couldn't risk anyone learning of this!

But, dammit, she had promised her friend she'd go out with her to the club today. Why today of all days!? She should have just pretended to be sick for the entire week. No one would have noticed, and no one would have cared! Haaa... her and her fat mouth.

Speaking of which...

“Hey! Lula! Ya done masturbating in there!?" her friend cried as she pounded on her door, causing the blushing fishgirl to shoot glares at it.

“Hey! Shut your mouth, Mara! I'm coming, okay!?"

“Yeah... you're 'cumming' alright..." her snarky friend replied, though she ultimately did hear her feet walking away.

Ugh... what time was it again? Oh, yeah. Eight o'clock. Haaa... fine!

Quickly she made way for her drawer, ass stuck up in the air as she shuffled through it in search of her clothes. What to wear, what to wear... ah-ha! That looks great for a nice Saturday out on the town! Especially on a hot summer day such as this!

Lula threw her clothes on her mattress, the heated rush of Spawning Season still affecting her body... and her mind. Should she advertise her 'goods' as it were? It would be nice to go to bed with some fun, if you catch my drift. The sensual and lewd thoughts that began to fill her mind drove her to choosing something a bit... saucy.

For one thing, a g-string would be nice. It was black in color, meaning it would stand out well against her white and blue skin. Sliding the slutty garment up her body, she made sure it would hug her thighs up high, meaning it would stand up tall beyond her shorts. Oh yes, those shorts. A lovely pair of tight, blue, denim shorts, matching with a midriff-baring lavender crop top that loosely hung off her shoulder, just to flash off the strap of her jet-black bra. Next she slid on a pair of black, high-heeled boots that slid all the way up to her knees. And of course, she had to add some thigh-length socks as well, black in color, naturally. Combine all of this with the black fingerless gloves on her hand, and you have one dangerous looking marine beastkin of unknown species.

Just the way she liked it!

Lula looked herself over in the mirror once or twice, posing with a cocky grin on her lips. She looked so damn sexy, if she did say so herself. She was assured to turn some heads at the club today. Hell, she may hopefully snag herself a shark! Wouldn't that be nice?

“Hey! Lula! What the fuck!?" her friend shouted through the door.

“I'm coming, I'm coming!" she replied, her face growing annoyed though her pose remained strong.

She took one step towards the door, just to stop. Purple eyes glancing over towards her vanity mirror once again, Lula's eyes befell her beloved black beret. Hey, she was a supposed 'bad girl', and every bad girl needs her own iconic hat. For Lula that was her beret, a black one at that with a blue badge on it. Slipping it off of her mirror, she laid it on her head and walked towards the door.

“Alright, alright, I'm ready, Mara," Lula groaned as she opened the door, revealing herself to her friend.

Said friend was much like her; a marine beastkin, though her species was more defined. Unlike Lula – who was more of a fish – Mara was more like a frog. Both her feet and her hands were webbed, and she had a more smooth, rounded head as oppose to Lula's slightly more angular face. To help further differentiate the two, where as Lula was blue and white, Mara was pink and white. She also had a more girly-girl type of look to her, wearing a bright white and red sundress with a blue denim vest on.

With all these differences, was it any shock that their personalities were in such stark contrast to one another as well.

“Like, there you are," said Mara in a typical valley girl way, an annoyed look on her face, “I know we girls have this reputation of being slow to dress, but you really, really take the cake, Lula."

“Oh fuck off," said the fishgirl as she tugged down on her beret, before shifting her fists down to her hips in a rather powerful pose, “Are we heading out now?"

“Like, duh!" Mara replied, “What? Did you think I was just gonna call the boys over?" she shook her head, “As if! Denchu's had his chance! I'm sick and tired of him always texting me in the middle of the night to blow his cock! Like, totes uncool."

“Yeah... totes uncool," Lula replied as she rolled her eyes, “Alright, fine then. So... Ocean's Domain like usual?"

“Well of course!" Mara said, eyes growing wide as they even began to glow, “Where else can a bunch of cute, sexy, fishy girls like us go to hang out? Like, seriously!" and like a drop of a hat, her expression turned flat, “I don't even think there's any other club in Document City like Ocean's Domain anyway, so it's not like we can go anywhere else even if we wanted to."

“Well... you got me there," Lula replied, her shoulders shrugging, “Alright, Mara. Lead the way."

“Yeah, yeah..."

Getting up from where she was sitting, the frog made her way towards the door with Lula following. But as she passed by their coffee table, Lula's shorts tugged slightly upon her g-string. In turn, said string stroked along her sensitive pussy and anus, causing a shiver of delight to run through her body. Quickly, Lula clamped her legs together and bit her bottom lip in an attempt to stifle a moan but...

It didn't work.

“Grrnngh..."

“Huh? What's wrong?"

“N-nothing...!"

“Hmm... like... you're really terrible at lying, Lula... do you need one of my toys?"

“Shut! Up!"

…

Document City was a nice place, honest and truthfully. Sure, it was a tad bit different from his humble country side, but hey, he'd gotten used to it by now. What he hadn't gotten used to yet was actually driving through Document City.

BEEP! BEEP!

“Hey!? Where the hell do you want me to go!?" Hector shouted out his window, fist waving, “There's nothing in front of me but more cars, jackass!"

“Heh heh... you look like you're having fun," Jacob cheekily remarked as he shot his friend a wry grin.

It was 8:47 at night, and the two young men were in Hector's somewhat aged pickup truck, driving through the city streets. An annoyed glare sat on the brunet's face, already a bit at odds with his surroundings thanks to the honking horns around him. It was a Saturday night, the prime time for a bunch of party goers and other random assholes. Guess they were among them, considering their destination was close by.

“Hey, hey! Slow down, Hector!" Jacob suddenly said as he pointed out the window to his right, “There it is; that's the place!"

Looking to his right and over Jacob's shoulder, Hector's eyes befell the club known as Ocean's Domain. And just as its business card showed, it was building with the image of a castle on its front wall. Hector was actually a bit impressed by this; he thought the club's card was nothing more than a lie.

The building itself had lights of various colors beaming from its rooftop, illuminating the clouds above in colors of yellow, white, red, and green. When one brought their eyes down, they'd seen just as many beastkin walking into the building, all of different species. Most were marines of course, but there were quite a few none-aquatic beastkin here as well. Mammals, aviaries, reptiles... although, there were no humans to speak of.

Well, until now, of course.

“Sweeeeeeet!" said Jacob, a grin appearing on his face as he ran his hand through his blond hair, “Hey, hey! Over there, Hector! There's a free parking lot!"

“Yeah, I got it..." he muttered in reply, heading towards the lot Jacob pointed towards.

Parking inside, Hector could see that his blond friend was rather excited by today. Guess he was still working on the assumption that the female marines inside were going to be in a state of constant arousal thanks to Spawning Season. As for Hector himself, well, of course, he didn't believe it. But, hey, he could be doing worse things tonight... such as nothing at all.

Then again, doing a whole lot of 'nothing' sounds really good right now.

“Hey, hey! I hope you brought your swimming trunks!" Jacob said as he opened up his door to step out, with Hector raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“Swimming trunks...? Why would I have one of those?"

“Heh! Didn't you look this place up!? Like, it's a club meant for marine beastkin, so you know what that means?"

“No... I really didn't..." Hector answered, still contused by Jacob's words.

As they headed towards Ocean's Domain however, the reasoning behind the blond's statement became clear. For even through the thick walls of the club, one could hear the sound of splashing. Hector's eyes grew wide the first time he heard it, and his mind began to work those gears yet again. A club meant for marine beastkin, right? And you know what marine beastkin love more than anything else? Water.

Well, it is their natural habitat, isn't it?

Stepping through the front doors of the club and into its interior properly, the first thing one would see was its massive and wide open pool. Ocean's Domain could have easily been confused for a skating rink due to its size, and how in the center of it was an oval-shaped pool of pristine water. Along the sides of the pool were various booths and tables, where people were allowed to talk and eat to their hearts content. In the pool itself laid many beastkin, swimming about and enjoying themselves in this club meant for only them. They came in all shapes and sizes, colors and species, from small fish such as bass and daces, to more grandiose fish such as sharks and... was that a killer whale?

Hector was actually taken aback by this place, having never seen such a large congregation of marine-based beastkin as this. Truth be told, they were rather rare in comparison to their mammalian and avian brethren, so seeing so many of them was a bit of a shock. He stood there on the edge of the pool, gazing out among them with his eyes wide and mouth agape. Had Jacob not put his hand on his shoulder, Hector wondered how long he'd be there.

“You know, it's rude to stare right, Hector?" the blond said in a snarky manner, his friend glancing over at him as he blushed in a slightly embarrassed manner.

“Yeah, whatever," he muttered as he shrugged his shoulders, “So now what, Jacob?"

“Easy! We try and get laid," he replied, much to Hector's chagrin, “I'm going to go start hooking some girls, see if this 'Spawning Season' is real. Why don't you go get some drinks or find a place to sit, yeah?"

“Huh... I assure you, this won't go as well as you think it will," Hector stated, though he ultimately played along, “Just try not to get punched by anybody because you hit on their girl. Imma go see if this place has good hot wings..."

Jacob could have said something snarky back to Hector, but he decided not to as he instead grinned in a saucy manner. Parting ways from his friend, he headed in the direction of the club's bar so that Jacob could 'hook some girls' on his lonesome. Hector – truth be told – didn't care about any of that. He just wanted to sit back and relax, enjoy his night, eat some wings, and see what happens. And considering Jacob's legendary bad luck with girls, he figured nothing of importance would happen tonight anyway.

He... figured..

Along his way towards the club's bar, he noticed someone else entering inside. Two young women, marine beastkin in nature. That wasn't surprising, and at first, he didn't pay much attention to them. But for some reason, he brought his eyes up and over to look at one of them in particular.

A young woman, just a few inches shorter than he was, though they were comparable in age. Maybe he was older but... he couldn't really tell. She was wearing denim shorts that hugged her hips, and a midriff-baring lavender crop top that was rather loose. It hung off her shoulder, flashing off the strap of her jet-black bra, which matched with the black g-string he saw extending beyond her hip. On her legs were a pair of high-heeled boots over top thigh-high socks, and on her hands laid a pair of fingerless gloves.

Hector stared at her for a few moments, and everything around him seemed to... stop. He heard nothing, not the talking of people around him nor the music being played. The woman he stared at didn't seem to notice him, instead having her head turned to face her friend. But somewhere out of the blue, she must have realized someone was staring at her, for she suddenly looked dead straight towards Hector's face.

He looked nonchalant and indifferent. She looked dangerous and annoyed. Regardless, his brown eyes met her purple ones, and something just seemed to...

Click...

But neither said anything to one another, and the world seemingly returned back to normal. The woman he gazed upon – the dangerous looking fishgirl who was colored blue and white – continued on with her pink friend at her side. And Hector continued on as well, making way to the bar.

A good bowl of hot wings were in order. Wait... this place sells fish sticks? Should he sickened by the fact that they sold fish sticks here, or... curious? Hmm...

…

Haaaaa... haaaaa! Haaaaa... haaaaaa! Dammit! Dammit! Dammit, dammit, dammit!

DAMMIT!!!

Damn Calbu and his annoying nose! Like a damn shark, he smelled out her arousal. She couldn't believe it! She though the water would have masked such a smell; isn't that what the chlorine was there for!? Well, that and, well, ya'know, actually keeping the pool clean, but that's besides the point.

Lula had been at the Domain for thirty-seven minutes now, and already someone had sussed out her arousal. Naturally, such a thing had left the fishgirl rather miffed, her cheeks still rosy red. She played it off as nothing more than a need to see the bathroom, but in truth, she just wanted to get the hell out of that situation. Where was she going? Anywhere but there!

A huffing groan slipped from Lula's lips as her purple eyes fell on the bar ahead. Naturally, there were quite a few people there casually enjoying themselves, but she didn't care. Quite the variety too; not only were their marine beastkin, but normal ones as well.

But she didn't care. Her mind was set on something to drink, something – anything – to get her mind off of her current situation. But, wait, wouldn't getting drunk only make it even easier for her secret to get out? Well, she wasn't going to get that drunk.

Hopefully, anyway.

“Hey, Franz," Lula said to the cheerful otter on the other end as she sat on a bar stool, “I'mma need my usual. On the rocks, too."

“Got it, Lula!" replied the otter as he turned to prepare her drinks.

She groaned as her hands laid on the bar's counter, eyes slamming and her body slumping over. She just wanted to go somewhere and hide. Well, no, that's not true; what she needed was someone fucking her nice and deep. Someone who would even fertilize those bountiful eggs currently within her body.

But of course, that's not Lula talking, that's her damn instincts! Spawning Season! Motherfucking Spawning Season! It made her legs close, thighs suffocating her pussy in some vain attempt at keeping her lustful urges in check. Naturally, it didn't work, as the rubbing of her thighs as well as her g-string only made her wetter and wetter.

Why did she put on this damn g-string! Oh, right, Spawning Season! Dammit!

“Care for a hot wing..." a voice suddenly echoed besides her, a voice holding this southern twang to it.

Pulling her head back up, Lula turned to her right, facing the man who had the audacity to speak to her. Instead, she found a chicken wing hanging in the air besides her, one absolutely dripping in sauce. And from the smells of it, a spicy sauce at that.

Her vision eventually left away from the wing however, falling upon...

The man she saw when she first came into the club. The one she met eyes with.

He was taller than her by a few inches, his hair short and brown, though he was also sporting a goatee. His eyes were brown, and he had a very broad, burly figure to him. Truth be told, he looked more than strong enough to pick her up, even though she wasn't some twig of a girl like Mara was. But more importantly, this man – unlike almost everyone else in here – was a human as oppose to any form of beastkin. He wasn't even a hybrid; he was 100% human.

A few thoughts ran through Lula's mind as she was face to face with the man she saw when first entering. Who was he? What was his name? Would he mind fertilizing her eggs with his semen? Oh, wait, shut up, Spawning Season!

He was offering her a wing as well... should she take it? Or should she be the snarky bitch she was always known for being. Oh, yeah, option 2, thank you.

“What? The wings too hot for you, buddy boy?" she asked, to which he shrugged his shoulders.

“You looked like you could use something to eat," he replied, not put off in the slightest by her words, “Tell me, you aren't afraid of the hot wings, are you? I have some honey mustard ones over here if you want them cooler."

Was he... challenging her? This cocky bastard! Lula wasn't used to men cheekily playing her game in response. Hell, normally when they did that, it was after a few shots of liquid courage. But this guy – whoever he was – didn't appear to be under the influence. In fact – going by the cola he had at his side – he was completely sober.

Throb...

Oh no... that's not good.

With a slight shift of her legs, Lula clamped her thighs over her womanhood. This man didn't seem to notice, nor did he seem to care. Instead, he continued to offer her his hot wing, with the sauce dripping down on the counter top between them. Truth be told, getting something to eat would take her mind off of things, so...

She took it from his hand.

“I'll have you know, I love hot wings," Lula stated as she held the wing by the tip, even giving it a slight shake.

“Heh heh... you seem the type of gal who I can believe..."

She leered at him after such a statement, eyebrow raised in a curious manner. His eyes however shifted back down to the bin of hot wings before him. There were quite a few wings already reduced to bones already, and he didn't show any signs of slowing down. Tentatively, Lula looked down to the wing in her hands, before taking a few nibbling bites out of it.

Oooooooooh, it tasted so gooooood! And it was so... hooooot. Oh, she was drooling. Was this Spawning Season too, mucking with her sense of taste? She needed to get control over herself, or else this guy – and everyone else – will think she's a creep! But these wings just tasted so damn good!

“Grrrrrphhh..."

“What was that?"

Lula's eyes grew wide. Did she just... moan? Thankfully it was with a full mouth, so this guy didn't think too much of it. He just looked at her, an eyebrow raised in a concerned manner, while she looked back with a dumbfounded face.

“Fothing! Gah! If fwas fothing!" Lula said with her mouth full, before swallowing the meat down, “It's just been a while since I've had wings from this place. It tastes a bit different. But still good! J-just so you know..."

Was she being serious? Honestly, he couldn't tell if she was attempting to flirt (and if she was, she was doing a terrible job of it), or if she was sick or something. Her clothing was all very cool and dangerous, but her personality right now was being a bit... how you say it? Acted? Like she was a different type of girl attempting to be cool and dangerous.

His face spoke a thousand words, and Lula could read it. He didn't believe her words, and she honestly couldn't blame him. Her lying game was usually immaculate, but right now, she couldn't lie her way out of a paper bag.

“Are you... okay, Lula?" he asked, causing her purple eyes to grow wide.

“H-hey!" she snapped at him, her feisty attitude returning in full form, “How the hell do you know my name?"

“Uhh... Franz said it," said the brunet as he pointed towards the jovial otter.

“Speaking of which," said Franz as he placed a cup beside Lula, “Your drink!"

With a pout on her lips, Lula quickly swiped the drink into her hand. Bringing it up to her face, she pursed her lips and was ready to drink from it, but stopped momentarily to look over towards the man at her side. His lips had curled into a... smile? The hell was he smiling at?

Regardless, she took a few tepid sips of her drink, feeling its cooling energy rush through her body. Perhaps she was the one in need of liquid courage, because her fins gave a slight shake before she placed her cup back down.

“Alright, fine," said Lula in a standoffish manner, “Since you know my name, what's yours?"

“The name's Hector, ma'am," he said, even throwing a wink in good measure, “And it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

“Huh... 'ma'am'?" she repeated, taken aback by such an honorific but not actually showing it on her face, “Tch... overly polite, don't you think? No..." she shook her head, “Your accent... you come from the south, don't you?"

“Sure do," he replied with a shrug of his shoulders, “Come from a bay in the south. Fisherman by trade, I suppose you could say."

“Hmph... a fisherman, huh? Came to Ocean's Domain to shoot your shot with some stupid fishgirl, then?"

“Nooooooo, no, no," Hector anwered, his head shaking, “This is all my friend's idea. He heard about it being Spawning Season, and thought that this place would transform into some big, fish frenzy orgy. Said he had it on 'good intel', whatever the hell that means..." he rolled his eyes, “I'm just happy the wings here are good... huh? What's that? Lula, somethin' wrong?"

She didn't realize that her face had shifted. Gone was the coy and cool girl, instead being replaced by someone a bit more frantic. Her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly agape, though her teeth were clenching. Honestly, it was like someone had just popped out of nowhere and said 'BOO!' to her in the middle of a dark alley!

Hector was afraid he said something to offend, but Lula's continued silence didn't make it easy for him to tell what was up. He opened his mouth to speak, but she beat him to the punch as she quickly brought her drink up to her lips. Guzzling about half of the cup down, she slammed it down on the counter and panted, hoping the drink would help settle her nerves.

And really... sorta kinda? It really did feel like Hector had punched her in the gut when he said 'Spawning Season'. What? Was the universe after her? And if so... then why... him?

“Yeah, yeah, Spawning Season," she muttered as she dragged her arm along her lips, “Unless your friend's into little girls, he's not gonna find women suffering from Spawning Season here... that's just some stupid human urban legend."

“Yeah, that's what I said. That Spawning Season isn't what he thinks it is," Hector replied with a shrug of is shoulders, “But my friend was poised to come anyway, just on the off chance that it was real. I came along because... well... I suppose eating wings this fine beats sitting around at my apartment doing nothing..."

Oh, I know something else you could eat...

What the hell was that? Were those her thoughts? Was she really that horny? Her arousal was taking a mind of its own, causing her burning lust to grow even stronger. And this guy – Hector – was stoking her flames. Why is that? They were just talking and yet...

Those eyes. It had to be those eyes. When her eyes met his when she first entered the Domain, something just seemed to...

Click...

“Lula... are you okay?" Hector asked, a concerned tone in his voice once again.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," she said dismissively... though her tone was anything but, “You said you were a fisherman, right? Well then, tell me, Mr. Hook, Line and Sinker, what fish am I?"

He was actually a bit surprised by such a request, wondering why she'd ask such a thing. Then Lula removed her beret, making it a tad bit easier for him to tell what type of fish she was. Hector wasn't sure if she was just further taunting him or if she was being serious, but hey, it couldn't hurt to have a little fun, huh? Besides, it was on his honor as a fisherman to answer questions concerning fish whenever asked.

So turning to face Lula, Hector took a good, long look at her. His eyes stared up and down upon her body, trying not to be lewd in his gaze, though he ultimately couldn't help himself. For a marine girl, she had quite the set of knockers, I'll tell you what.

But, right, he needed to think more with his head as oppose to his lower head.

So he began to look at her more thoroughly, even leaning in a bit as his brown eyes grew sharp. Eyesight was very important when it came to fishing; you always want to know what it is exactly you're ringing in, after all. And from the looks of it – her blue patterning upon her white body, and the dorsal fin on her back – Hector knew exactly what it was he was 'ringing in'.

“A bonito... you're a bonito..." Hector said, causing Lula's eyes to grow wide, “Or... should I call you a bonita. My Spanish is a bit rusty but... I dare say, you are a pretty one."

Lula was actually stunned. Her purple eyes looked at Hector in disbelief, her heart racing in her chest. In all of her time here, many people confused her as being some random hodgepodge of various fish and other marine animals. After all, unless you're something easily definable like a shark, or a whale, then people could really care less about what you are. But somehow – over every other man or woman Lula had ever met – Hector had picked out her species just like that.

Throb!

Her control over her lusts were weaker now, her purple eyes looking down to the space between them. This man, Hector... he was unique, for some reason. She couldn't exactly tell why but... but...

Hey, it wouldn't be too bad, right? She was hoping to get laid tonight anyway so... so...

“Heh... lucky guess," Lula said with a grin, causing Hector to chuckle as well, “I guess you really do know your fish, country boy."

“That's fisherman, to you, ma'am," he said , shooting her back an equally as cocky grin, “I'm really good at wrangling in fish, after all."

“Well... why don't we put that to the test, hm?" the bonita replied, her hand teasing at his goatee by stroking it, “You know your fish, after all. Tell me, do you know the Spawning Season of a bonito?"

Ba-dump...

Now it was Hector's turn to be a bit miffed. He raised an eyebrow towards Lula, his smirk fading away. Instead he looked at the bonita, staring along her face. She had this alluring smile now, her eyes sliding into a most sensual glare. Her legs which were once crossed she opened, allowing this heat to radiate in the air.

This... heat.

“The Spawning Season of a bonito is... June..." he answered, steadily picking up what she was hinting at.

“Uh-huh... and what month is it, exactly?" Lula asked in a playful and cutesy manner, whilst placing her beret back on her head.

“Juuuunnee...?" Hector repeated, now fully understanding what it is she was hinting at.

Was... Jacob's intel... actually... right!?

Reaching out for him, Lula took Hector's hand in between her two hands. He stared down to her, watching as she rubbed his palm in such a slow, sensual, taunting manner. Her hands were unlike those of a human, and honestly, they didn't feel like the smooth scales of a fish either. No, they felt a bit rubbery, almost like an amphibian of some sort. He didn't know what to really describe it as, but he knew one thing; it was new, unique, and he just wanted to feel more.

As for Lula, well, her mind was in constant flux, warring with itself over what she should and shouldn't do in this situation. After all, she didn't know Hector unlike some of the other faces in here; who knows what the hell he could do to her! But damn that feeling in her loins, damn that biological need she was suffering through. A hunger, a desire, to breed, like some common freshwater fish.

It showed all on her face with how red it was, and how kooky her smile had become. But those purple eyes of hers? No, they stayed ever so alluring, leering into Hector's brown eyes without fail.

Perhaps he should have stopped this. Heh, Lula sure as hell should have stopped this. Calmer minds should have prevailed.

Neither of them did.

“I know of a place here..." Lula whispered, even giving a sly wink towards him as her kooky smile faded away into something more confident “A special place meant for mariners only... I could take you there if you'd like..."

“A... special place..." Hector replied, absolutely entranced by the bonita before him. Well, what else could he say other than, “S-sure..."

Standing up from the bar counter, Lula took Hector along with him. Her eyes had turned already, facing towards a door in the distance. Without saying a word, the two of them headed off, passing by many other people... and leaving Franz a bit confuse behind his counter.

“Uh... Lula!" called the otter, “You didn't pay for your drink!"

She didn't hear him, neither of them did, and even if they had, they probably would have ignored him regardless. No, no, the two of them were focused on getting out of this area, which – ironically – further proved Jacob's intel as being right.

Spawning Season, personal booths; who was this mysterious person who told Jacob all of these things!?

But really, Hector could give a damn about that. And, really, how could he? Being lead around by this admittedly sexy bonita girl, drinking in the sight of her figure, and those unique appendages gifted only to someone who wasn't human. The fins on her arms, the translucent pelvic fins on her waist that look like a skirt, the dorsal fin running along her back, heh, even her ears were in the shape of fins.

Its funny how – for as inhuman as she looked – she still had the gracious form and body of a woman. And while Hector was far from the lecherous sort who eyed and ogled every woman he passed by (unlike a certain blond), he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to admire the beauty of a woman he was with.

And right now, Lula was fantastic.

They slipped through the door in the distance, no one seemingly there to stop them. How odd; did Lula work here? Hector's mind was starting to wonder such things, though it all came to a stop when the bonita turned to face him. Her purple eyes stared into his brown ones, her lips curled into such a naughty grin. Hector himself didn't know what to say about this, though he got the gist of it when she suddenly wrapped her arms around his head.

“Oooh... heh heh... mmmmff..."

“Mmmmm..."

Lips pressed up to lips, and Hector began to push Lula up against the wall. He was taller than she was, but not too tall. Her head tipped up ever so slightly, and both of their eyes were closed shut. Tongues slid into each others mouths, with both of them breathing as they tasted from one another.

Hector tasted like hot wings. Lula tasted like seafood. Heh, go figure.

Their kissing came to a stop as soon as it started, with Lula pulling back to lick her lips. Lips that curled into a smile once it was over, more than pleased with her catch of the day.

Or did he catch her? Everything was getting muddled...

Regardless, Lula started tugging Hector along again, leading him down one hall and towards another. They were even more distant from everyone else now, with the club's music being incredibly muffled through the concrete walls. But in this hallway they now found themselves in, there were quite a few doors lining it, one by one by one. And they all said something...

Occupied. Occupied. Occupied. Ah, there's one; Vacancy.

Bringing Hector to the door, Lula turned to face him as her purple eyes took on a less than pure gaze to them. Pushing out her chest as if to flaunt how buxom she was, her hands fiddled with the door's switch to open it up. With one push, she opened it up to reveal...

“Wow..."

The private club area. It was a somewhat wide and spacious room, used for those who rented them. There was a nice, small bar area, many seats around, and a platform with a pole for dancers. In a way, it was like a smaller version of the club outside, though the music from outside sounded a bit muffled as it blared through the walls.

But one step inside of the room would reveal something else about it. This room was not just a miniature club; it was like a personal pool as well. Where they stood at was just the entrance, for the floor of the entire center of the room was nothing more than water. Amazing, clear, sparkling water, but water nonetheless. Seeing it caused Hector's eyes to grow wide, and for him to mutter something under his breath.

“I should've brought my swimming trunks..."

“Don't worry... you won't be needing them," Lula quipped, having heard his statement.

Closing the door behind them, she made sure to lock it and flip its switch, turning the sign outside from 'Vacancy' to 'Occupied'. Once that was squared away, she turned to face Hector, walking towards him with a cocky, sensual grin on her lips. He took a few steps back, stopping only when he came to the edge of the pool within.

“W-wait," he said, “Give me a second to undress first."

“Hmm... no..." Lula replied as she casually flung her beret into the pool.

Before Hector could mount any more of a defense, he felt Lula's lips press up to his lips. The two entered another kiss with one another, her arms wrapping around his neck to hold him in close. She was hungry now, setting up a quick pace Hector scrambled to catch up with. But once he did catch up with it, they were both deliriously hungry for one another. Making out beside the edge of the pool, heated breaths dancing with one another, all while they started to tip more and more and more over.

The feeling of moving didn't alert Hector, but the feeling of falling sure did.

SPLASH!

It had been a while since he last went swimming. Being a former fisherman, he naturally knew how to swim, but it would take anyone quite a bit of time to regain their 'sea legs'. His eyes grew wide as they dove beneath the waters of the pool, but when they did, he saw Lula's purple eyes staring back at him.

She pulled away, their lips parting and bubbles flowing from his mouth and nose. Perhaps he should have been scared but... the saucy smile Lula had on her lips was oddly calming. Hector didn't freak out, though he did begin to move when is lungs started scream.

“FUAAAH! HAAA! HAAA!"

He pulled back above the waters, shaking his head to wiggle off some of the water. After rubbing his eyes clean, he looked down where he started to see articles of clothing floating to the surface of the pool. A lavender crop top, blue denim shorts, a black bra, a black g-string. Oh my, Lula was fast to get to work, and she proved this as she started to tugging at his waist.

“H-hey now!?" Hector said, taken off guard as he felt his belt being undone.

Lula wasn't having it though, as she began pushing the human man back. Eventually he found himself sitting on a plush booth at the edge of the pool, his back resting along its soft (and surprisingly dry) cushions. All the while, Lula fiddled with his pants, undoing his belt and pulling them down his legs.

“Haaa... haaa! A b-bit cold, don't you think?"

He may have been cold, but his penis told a different story. It was so long, so thick, throbbing beneath the waters. With every twitch it gave, Hector grunted, and Lula's gasped. She had seen many a fellow beastkin's penis, but to see a human's was oddly unique and thrilling. How it twitched, whilst secreting its own substance from the tip that oozed out in spite of the water of the pool. Placing her hands upon his cock, Lula began to rub it, wishing to get a feel of him.

And for him to get a feel of her.

Hector gave a soft moan as Lula's hand began rubbing upon the side of his cock. Her hand was different from the hand of a human girl, as well as his own hand. It wasn't gruff and course, and no, not just because of the water. Those same unique hands that touched his hand at the bar was now touching his cock, and it felt so good.

“Nnnghh... haaaaa..."

Even through the water, Lula could hear his moans. To hear such a gruff man making such sweet music for her, oh, it felt so good. She wasn't the type of person who obsessed over their skills in bed, but she'd be lying if Hector's moans weren't an ego boost for her.

Nevertheless, she was more curious about his cock. It felt so warm despite the cool water, and it felt so heavy as well. Running her hands along the side of it, she saw his veins standing proudly along its edge. Those veins lead her vision up to the top of his cock, and how its glands were so smooth and round.

“Wow..." she said beneath the water, her hand reaching up to palm the tip of his cock.

Giving another grunt, Hector finally looked down. The waters slightly distorted the image of Lula, but he got more than an eyeful of her nonetheless. Her purple eyes were gazing at his dick, exploring it... which oddly enough, made Hector even harder. He grunted, his length shaking off the frigidity of the waters around as it grew harder and heavier within Lula's hands. Her eyes grew wider in response, before looking up towards Hector's face.

There was a scent beneath the water, one that stuck out against the smell of chlorine. At first, Lula didn't know what it was, but after sniffing at the water a bit more, she found it. It was the musky, sweaty odor of a cock she was smelling, one that was all encompassing. The scent was so thick, so enthralling, it caused her to swallow her spit in anticipation.

How strange; a cock had never made her feel this way before. Now looking at Hector's length, Lula felt a bit... hazy.

“Haaaa..."

Bubbles flowed to the top of the pool as Lula gasped, mouth agape and heat flowing through her body. Eyes twitching with such extreme desire, she drifted in towards his length, her mouth opened wide as her head drifted down. And even though it was beneath the waters of the pool, Hector could feel Lula's warm breath tickling his dick.

First Lula's lips pressed to the head of Hector's cock, giving it a soft kiss and causing him to shiver. From the touch alone, she could taste the salty, bitter flavor his dick had. Pulling her lips back momentarily, the bonita gave an audible gasp before moving in and sliding out her tongue. Holding up his cock so that she could face the underside of it, Lula began to lick his dick from the the top of his balls to the tip of his dick, moaning and groaning as he tasted his body.

Hector too grunted, though he did so through gritted teeth. Eyes closing shut, he felt and focused on the pleasure of this fishgirl licking his cock like a lollipop, enjoying it ever so slowly. Her tongue stroked from the bottom to the top, over and over again, in such slow, taunting strides. His toes curled in, his teeth bit upon his bottom lip, and eventually his brown eyes opened to stare down upon Lula's head.

Right when she aimed her open mouth with his throbbing cock.

“Naaamph!"

“Hmmph!"

Her mouth sealed around his cock, a burst of flavor immediately filling her. The kisses and licks she gave his cock were one thing; to fully have his cock within her mouth was something else entirely. The bitter and salty taste was so intense now, with his precum only adding more and more to the dangerous concoction.

Lula's eyes twitched, and she gave a moan that flowed through Hector and his cock. His head pulled back from the feeling, intense pleasure running through every fiber of his being as he let out a soft gasp. When he looked down, he saw Lula's purple eyes looking back up at him, having stopped their twitching though her lips continued to pump up and down on his cock.

And she as only getting faster.

The bonita began to viciously suck on his dick, lips pumping up and down so quickly while even her teeth grazed upon his sensitive flesh. But this didn't hurt, no, no, it was so amazing. The extreme suction force of Lula's mouth sucking down on his cock, caused Hector to let out an audible gasp that filled the room. He moved his hand over, palming the top of Lula's head, though he did not hold her down. He didn't even slow her down; he just petted her, while his cock throbbed so needfully within her hungry, hungry mouth.

Moans flowed from her mouth, ones he did not hear though he did see as her bubbles floated to the top of the pool before popping. Her refined movements kept the pool's waters surprisingly calm as well, though the same could not be said for Hector's twitching body.

“Naaammm! Mmmmmph! Mmmm! Mmmm!"

Now Lula was working her mouth harder over his length, and sounding enthusiastic about it as well. Her mouth slid up and down over his cock, tongue lashing it over too, all while her hard and warm breathing struck his length at all angles, giving him no escape. These were skills which had made many around her age cum in no time flat, and yet Hector had proven himself surprisingly resilient.

She liked that. The longer this went on, the more fun it was.

Lula's head continued to pull back and forth, the taste of his dick now assaulting her mind as she looked up towards his face. Stands of spit, sweat and precum were slapping against her face, mixing with the pool water around them and raising to the top. Eyes closing shut, Lula focused more on the fellatio she was giving him, her speeds picking up. Pulling her head back, thrusting it forward, pulling her head back, thrusting it forward.

Over and over again in such a sensual, powerful, lewd motion. Pulling her soft, plump lips along his cock, dragging it all the way back to the tip of his dick, and then shoving her head down straight to the base. Her tongue even licked at the slit, tasting the salty, bitter tang of his precum.

For Hector, well, this was no basic blowjob given to him by some drunken wench at a bar. No, no, Lula's skills were far beyond something of that caliber. His dick was in a throbbing frenzy within her mouth, threatening to explode at any given moment. He gasped and groaned, while his hand on her head grew tighter and tighter. Realizing this, Lula's eyes seized on him. She grabbed the base of his cock, holding it still in her mouth, and truly let loose with all sorts of wet, wild, and lurid sucking.

“Haaaa! Haaaaa!" Hector panted, drool hanging from his mouth and teeth as the bonita went to town on his dick, “Lula! Hrrrrghh! Nnnghh! Luuuuulaaaaaaa!"

With eyes wide and a thrust of his hips upward, Hector finally gifted Lula with the source she clambered for so much. Thick, hot, creamy cum started to shoot out into her mouth, causing Lula's eyes to grow large as she was filled with his tasty semen.

So salty, so hot, so good.

His hot cum pooled around her tongue, while his cock slid from her mouth. Some of his cum began to leak from her lips, some attaching to her chin, while the rest floated to the top of the pool. Looking up towards her lover, Lula's purple eyes were in a deep, sensual glow, and her lips closed to keep his cum trapped deep within.

Slowly she began rising from the pool, water cascading down her body as Hector was left gasping. Gazing upon the majestic woman, his brown eyes took in her amazing figure as her nude body was on full display. Her buxom chest, her wide hips, her sensual waist, and of course her face.

Lula's eyes were closed, her hand pressing over her mouth as slowly and silently...

“Mmmff..."

She swallowed his cum down, leaving none behind. And as if to prove she had done this, she got down before Hector, lips curled in a cheeky grin before she opened her mouth wide to show nothing. Not one bit of cum remained.

The two said nothing, instead left panting after Lula's sensual attack. Hector – unable to think, let alone speak – kept his brown eyes locked with her purple ones, her smile growing all the more engrossing. Reaching down, he grabbed the shirt he was still wearing, and quickly tossed it side. Right now, he wasn't thinking like a man...

He was thinking like an animal.

“Hrrmphhh!"

“Mmmmffff!!!"

Their lips met in a ferocious kiss, his arms wrapping around her head as he brought her in. He didn't give a damn that she was just sucking his cock; all he had in mind right now was pleasure and desire. His tongue licked and lapped at her tongue, hers doing likewise, though unlike before it was he who took the initiative.

Hector turned Lula around, sitting her on the edge of the pool with only her feet laying in the pool. Pulling back after their frenetic make out session, his brown eyes drank in the sight of her oceanic beauty. It didn't last for long however, before he suddenly began to assault her neck with kisses and nibbles. Lips pressed up to her, making Lula give a crooning moan as her head tipped towards the ceiling. Soon after, his hand reached out, grabbing as much of her juicy tit as he could. He began to grope and squeeze upon her body whilst kissing and nibbling up to her, sending shivers of pleasure through out her form, and more specifically her pussy.

It was so warm, so wet, the smell of it standing out against the smell of the pool. But this time, Lula made no attempts to hide the odor, to hide her arousal. With the way things were progressing anyway, it didn't look it mattered anyway.

Hector started moving down from Lula's neck, eyes locked on her lovely tits as they bounced so tantalizingly before him. Licking his lips, he gazed upon her uniquely blue-colored nipples. They were so hard, and out of curiosity, he reached out to grab one. Once again palming her breast in his hand, his fingers started to pinch at her sensitive nipples, playing with her body and causing her such greater pleasure.

His tough, gruff hands felt so good! Lula had been with tougher, beefier lovers before, but there's a difference between a shark and a human. A difference Lula was quickly learning of. A difference Lula was quickly falling for.

“Nmmm..."

“Guaaaahh...!"

Hector's mouth sealed over one of her nipples, sucking on it gently. Once again, her body tasted like seafood. Hot, sweaty, delicious, seafood. Her blue nipple was so hard in his mouth, throbbing as he licked and lathered it with his heated breath and spit. He even bit down on the hardened nub, hard enough to cause pain yes, but in that pain there was much pleasure.

“Gaaaahhhh! Haaaaa!" Lula moaned, body shivering as he continued toying with her.

He kept kissing down her body, showing off more of his tender side. His lips, so sensual and so lewd, kissed a trail leading from her breasts to her stomach. And even as he passed by it, his tongue dipped into her navel, garnering a sweet moan from her.

All of this was just build up towards... here! Her most sacred place.

Lula looked down as Hector fixed himself between her legs, his brown eyes leering at her cunt. For as much of a fish she was, Lula was still very much a humanoid as he was finding out now. Her pussy was so plump, the lips of it blue, though he could see her insides were actually purple in color.

Huh...

Gingerly, his finger moved in, giving her cunt a teasing stroke from the base to the clit. The movement caused Lula to moan and throw her head back, overly sensitive to the touch of someone else on her body. Hector licked his lips at the sight of it, taking it that she rather enjoyed his tough. So he began to touch her more, stroking his fingers along her pussy over and over again.

“Gaaahhahhhaaa!"

Lula shivered as her pussy was steadily toyed with, Hector's hands tracking her juices upon his digits. When he gained a fair bit of her clear fluids, he brought his fingers over to his lips, sliding them into his mouth and tasting from her. Gently he sucked on his digits, moaning as that intense smell of fish and seafood filled him.

He was the son of a fisherman, you know, so he naturally loved its flavor.

“NOMPH!!!"

“Gah!? Hector!?"

Without warning, he shoved his face into her cunt, mouth locking upon her mound and sending an intense shiver down Lula's spine. Her purple eyes grew wide while the human between her legs began to ferociously eat out at her cunt and pussy. Those southern lips of hers twitched with such throbbing, needing affection, with Lula gritting her teeth in a desperate attempt to stifle her moans.

It wasn't working, especially as Hector's tongue licked at her pussy with growing fervor. Stroke after stroke after stroke, with each one working her wet cunt open more and more. Hector knew how to please a woman, and Lula was beginning to realize that. The way he lapped at her pussy, his heated and warm breath, the moans gave her, all of it caused Lula's very being to shake and shiver.

“Grrrrgghnnn! Heeeeccctoooor..." she moaned, “OH!?"

Suddenly his lips sealed around her clit, biting on the sensitive button rather hard. The intense feeling was akin to being shocked by lightning, and it took everything Lula had in her to not cum on the spot! But Hector wasn't showing any signs of slowing, for while he lashed at her clit with his tongue, his fingers began to tug at the entrance to her cunt. Lula gasped between the two, but could feel the unique sensation of his gruff digits pushing and working their way right into her ever so tight cunt.

“GAAHHHH!?"

And, yeah, it was incredibly tight. Hector didn't think she'd be loose by any means, but he figured pushing in would be easier than this. There was just something unique about Lula's pussy that made straight penetration all the harder to do. He really, really, really needed to thrust in with his digits, pushing his fingers inside of her like he was trying to puncture a fruit. But once he got the hang of it, oooh boy...

“HAAAAAA?! GHGRRAAAGGHHAHHAH!?"

Lula's head fell back, her eyes as wide as saucers as Hector shoved his fingers into her slutty pussy, coaxing a deep, deep gasp from her lips. It was so damn tight inside of her, movement was almost impossible! But Hector had strength in his hand, and he used that strength to work open Lula's cunt more and more. Stroking at the walls of her pussy, scraping them, whilst working his fingers down to the very knuckle.

“Haaa! Haaaaa! Gaaahhh!" Lula moaned, trying to keep up with this man's fingers as they fucked her deeper and deeper.

Finally Hector was capable of working up a good enough pace inside of her body. Her unique physiology meant that he needed to be forceful with her; anything less just wouldn't cut it. So he shoved his index and middle finger with such great force, pushing it in and pulling it out with very little care for how Lula felt about it.

And really, that was exactly what she wanted. Her plump pussy needed that force with how desperately it clung to his fingers. Even when he pulled back, her cunt would follow, as if not wanting to release his powerful touch. When Hector looked up towards her face, he saw drool shamelessly hanging from her lips as she breathed through such hardly clenched teeth.

“Grrrhhghh! Grrrghhh! Heeectorrrr!" she moaned, having noticed his slowed movements, “Nggrrrrhrrgggghh!?"

With a slow yet forceful pull, Hector's fingers slid out of Lula's cunt with an audible SQUELCH! Naturally, she was left panting after a feeling, though she was more curious as to why he had stopped. Her answer came as he moved down, his fingers sitting at the side of her pussy lips, just to spread them open. The deep, inner purple of her pussy was on full display now, the wafting scent of a fish's body flowing into his nose. He didn't hesitate.

“Naaaananmmm!"

“GAAHHAHAAAAA!"

His tongue pushed deep into her pussy while his lips sealed around her cunt. With unbridled access to her body, Hector began to eat her out ever so deeply, giving moans that filled into her. Lula fell back on her elbows, nearly laying out on the floor as a whole as she was drowning in the pleasure of it all. She could feel his tongue, pushing in deeper and deeper and deeper, almost reaching her core. His fingers had weakened her, allowing him an easier time sliding his tongue inside. So he used it to scrape along her velvety walls, eventually touching that spot of her.

“GAHAHHHAAA?! NNGGRRRGHH!? GAAAH!? HAAA! GAAAHHH!?"

Ah, lovely little spot; he'd commit that to memory. But first...

“GRRNNNGHHH!!!"

Slamming her hand down on his head, Lula help Hector closed to her pussy as she began cumming all over his face. Such a thick stream of juices, flowing along his face and giving him an even more intense taste of her body. Even as she came however, he didn't lack in his oral, still licking her pussy and tasting from her.

The orgasm was strong, but ultimately it was quick. Like a gust of wind, it blew by whilst tossing rocks and stones aside. Lula was left panting when it was all over, and Hector had a face that was sticky and wet. While her body was still being assaulted by the aftershocks of such an orgasm, Lula looked up to see Hector's brown eyes gazing at her. Slowly she propped herself up on her elbows, watching as he moved in closer and closer and closer. His shadow loomed over her like the largest of whales...

It sent a shiver down her spine.

“Haaa..."

Hector took Lula into his arms, holding her close to him. Their eyes remained locked on one another, while their heads drifted in closer. And when they kissed, Lula felt a burst of energy fill her. Her tongue and his tongue wrestled ferociously, while her body pushed into his more. But this time, Hector did not fight against her, allowing Lula to bring the both of them into the pool yet again.

They dunked beneath its calm surface, eyes closed shut, tongues sliding into each other's mouths. Hector felt like he should be drowning but... he wasn't. Somehow, it was as if Lula was giving him the ability to breath underwater. All they had to do was keep kissing one another, and it would all be okay.

Well, save for the fact that – water or no water – Hector still needed to breath as he was having his air stolen by his lusty lover. But when he pulled back, they arose to the top of the water together, their eyes still gazing at one another.

Lula looked so beautiful, like some ocean goddess come to life. The waters that flowed down her form helped illuminate her, helped made her seem larger than life. And as for her end, well, Hector looked so cute. His brown hair was all stringy and messy, his goatee dripping with water. And that smile... this warm, inviting smile.

“You must really like me, fisherman," Lula said, lips curling into a grin, “Heh heh... you know, I don't usually fuck on the first date."

“I find that hard to believe," Hector replied, causing her to giggle, “Besides... when did this become a date?"

“Hm... I'd say this became a date when... you offered me those hot wings... besides..." she began to stroke his cock with her knee, giggling mischievously as she did so, “I don't think you actually object to how well this 'date' is going, do you?"

Every slight movement of her knee along his cock caused it to throb, with Hector looking down between them to see it bouncing about. He let out a soft breath from the feeling of her knee, while Lula giggled all the more. Truth be told, she was unlike any girl he had ever been with, and that's not just because of the situation they were caught in. There was just something about Lula that was just magnetizing.

And truthfully, the feeling was mutual.

“Are you ready for round 2, fisherman?"

“As ready as you are, bonita."

The statement caused her to give those taunting giggles that he was growing accustomed to, all whilst leading him back to the edge of the pool. Sitting Hector back down on it, she turned around, flaunting her backside towards him. While he would have preferred seeing those lovely tits bouncing about before him, her back wasn't something to ignore either. So lovely and toned, with that dorsal fin running along it down towards her lovely and round ass. A lovely and round ass that was slowly descending down upon him.

“Haa.."

But she missed his cock, quite purposefully as well. Instead Lula sat on his lap, with his cock being seized upon by her plump thighs. They squeezed it on all angles, stroking up and down to coax a moan out from his lips. Following that, the bonita girl sensually offered Hector her hand, whilst looking at him from over her shoulder as well.

He hesitated for a moment, before finally placing his hand to the back of hers. Gently they locked their hands in with one another, fingers sliding between fingers. When they did, Hector's other hand reached around to palm Lula's stomach. Slowly his hand stroked down, coming down towards her thigh, where he eventually stopped.

“When you fuck me," Lula said, panting softly as her purple eyes leered at his face, “Do it like you did with your fingers."

“Like with my fingers, huh?" Hector responded before placing a soft kiss on her cheek, “Yeah... I can do that..."

Lula nodded, then placed her free hand down on the hand he had placed on her thigh. And much like their other hands, she interlocked their fingers, holding him down close to her. Together they moved, Lula raising her body and Hector lining his up. Once her folds were aimed squarely with her cock, she began to lower, and he began pushing back up.

“Nnnghhh!"

“Mmmm...!"

Lula's expression grew intense, feeling his cock sliding into her incredibly tight cunt. Her pussy at first tried to fight him off, but as he pushed more inside of her, she found her body agreeing with his length. Her insides wrapped around his cock so tightly, holding his dick hostage much like she did with her fingers. Hector let out a dry gasp, but didn't stop pushing in. Just deeper and deeper and deeper until finally...

“Gah!"

“Haa...!"

They had become one, joined together by their sexes. Heh, like a key and a keyhole.

Lula sat on Hector's lap, the two combined as they panted so heavily. Movement was getting harder thanks to her unique body, but honestly, the two of them didn't give a damn. If anything, it actually made things more exciting. Hector's penis was meant for a human's body, and Lula's womanhood was meant for a beastkin. They were incapable, and yet they fitted together so perfectly.

But neither of them would want to just keep sitting here. No, no, the both of them felt the burning need to move, to fuck, to even... breed. Be it from the lustful situation, Lula's Spawning Season, or Hector's randy male tendencies, the two of them began to lose their pesky inhibitions. No, no, they just needed each other, consequences be damned.

Consequences...

Remembering what he did with his fingers and Lula's orders from before, Hector began to forcibly pull his cock back. She grunted as his length slid out of her, before suddenly feeling it slam right back in. The force of the impact caused Lula's legs to wobble, her knees to buckle, and her hands to clench down harder on his hands. Hector gripped back just as hard, before sliding his cock out of her cunt.

And then...

WHAP!

SPLASH!

“Gahh!"

It took a bit of forcing. Heh, you'd think she'd be a bit worked open from earlier, but no. Lula's tight cunt both refused to let him in and refused to let him go. At times, he found movement to be virtually impossible if he did anything other than forcing it. Biting his bottom lip, a growl shifted through his mouth as he started to pick up the pace. He forced his cock out, then forced it back in, the weighty impacts causing Lula's body to bounce up and down. Her tits wobbled, her ass clapped against his waist, and a whorish moan drifted from her drooling mouth.

“Gaahhahahhaaaa!"

She was getting looser now; it was the time to strike!

With her defenses weakened, Hector started shoving his dick in and out of her cunt at a sickening pace. The impacts were heavy, the water splashing about them, and their combined moans were starting to fill the air. But if he thought it would simply be him doing all the work, he'd be sorely mistaken.

With a grunt of her own, Lula also began shoving herself down on his dick. The pleasure she was feeling was so new and unique to her, as his human cock just felt so good! Why is that? It shouldn't feel so good but... it did! In fact, it felt better than just 'good', it felt amazing!

“Gahhaaaahaa!"

The sensual sounds of their bodies meeting echoed all out in this private area. The water splashed, but the audible noise of his cock pounding into her cunt could still be heard. Hector would shove his dick in so deep, and whenever Lula would bounce back down, he'd also pull upon her to make the feeling even more intense. Her purple eyes were lidded, her mouth was in a permanent, drooling 'o', and she let her louder moans overtake his deeper ones.

But that wasn't good enough. Hector – remembering that spot he attacked with his tongue before – slightly shifted the aim of his cock. It took a bit of maneuvering especially within her restrictive cunt, but once he found it, and once Lula came slamming down...

“GAAAAHHHAAAHHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAA!!!"

She felt her g-spot being punched!

A wicked shudder overtook her form, almost causing her to collapse back on his body. Instead she clenched hard on his hands, holding him tightly while her pussy spasmed. She was so close, so damn close to cumming on the spot, but she held it back. No, not yet! Not yet! She wanted to ride out this high for as long as she possibly could.

“Again!" she ordered, her mind in a delirious state of lust.

WHAP!

“GAAAAHHAHAHAHHHAHAHHAAAA!!! Nnnngggghh!!! Gaaaahh! A-again!"

WHAP!

“GAAAHHHAAAHHHHAAAHH!"

So much drool was hanging from her lips, and her eyes had become loopy. Lula nearly fell back, but some defiant energy within her body kept her sat up on Hector's form. Their panting and heavy breaths mixed together, filling the air around them as the dulled music from the club became nothing more than white noise.

“Gaah... gaah... gaaah..."

“Haaa... haaa... haaa..."

“A... gahh... again..."

“A... gain...?"

“Again... again again... again and again and again until..." she swallowed her spit, “Until my legs give out..."

“Haa... again it is then..."

Slowly and much to Lula's surprise, Hector's hands undid the locks they had bound them in. Instead, she found herself being turned to face the edge of the pool, arms resting upon the floor as her ass was stuck out towards the human male. It didn't take long for realization to start sparking in her mind, her lips curling into a giddy, horny smile. Looking over her shoulder to face him, she watched as Hector's hands sat down upon her ass and hips. He squeezed them both so hard too, preparing her for what was to come. And once he took aim with that bundle of nerves called a g-spot within her sweltering cunt, well...

WHAP!

“GAAAHHHANNNGHHH!!!"

Hector set up the same pace he had when he began this little tryst, and he wasn't planning on easing up either. With his teeth gritted, the former fisherman began thrusting his cock into her cunt, absolutely abusing her g-spot. Every deep penetration sent a wave through her body, tits and ass bouncing while her cunt squeezed down even harder. He was being so brutish in his thrusting, which was exactly what she needed. Hard, heavy, mighty impacts, each one following the other, and each one making her moan harder and harder!

“Fuuuck yesss!!!" she growled through gritted teeth.

Her pussy was being punished, her g-spot abused, and that only caused the slutty heights of her mind to heighten. On a more intense level, she could feel Hector's cock as it began to leak inside of her.

Wait... leak?

He was about to cum, wasn't he!? Knowledge about this should have made her grow fearful, should have alerted her to the fact that Hector wasn't wearing a condom. But her mind felt as if there was nothing she wanted to experience more than the warmth of hot cum being pumped inside of her cunt. To fill her womb up and to properly inseminate her.

Why was she even thinking like this? Damn this Spawning Season! Damn this amazing feeling sex! If she allowed him to impregnate her, how would she even live her life anymore? She couldn't allow this to happen!

But she wanted this to happen!

“Gnngggghhh! H-Heeecctoooorr!" she moaned, “Please... gahhhhaaaa!? Please!"

Would he actually go through it and cum inside of her? Would he be so lust-drunk as to throw caution to the wind and do the unthinkable? Even if she wanted to, Lula couldn't stop him if he decided to do so, and she merely laid her head down in acceptance. Whether or not he wanted to cum inside of her or not, that was Hector's call to make.

And honestly, he was just as lustful as she was.

Suddenly he picked up the pace, causing Lula's eyes to grow wide as she bounced on his hard cock. These thrusts served to do one thing; free her mind of the fear of his seed. Instead, she pulled her head back up, and allowed a smile to form on her lips. Drooling like a dog, the bonita squeezed her legs together in some vain attempt to stop her loins from flourishing. It didn't work, as the very next second, she came.

“GAAAHHAHHHHAAHHHAAAA!!!"

Clear juices shot from her pussy and all over Hector's dick, mixing in with the pool water they were fucking in. Her mouth was opened wide, her tongue hung from her lips, and her half-closed eyes rolled to the back of her skull. Her body had grown weak; she couldn't keep herself up anymore. She knew that – at any moment – he'd be filling her up right about now.

But it never happened.

Lula fell off of Hector's cock, hearing an audible 'SHLUCK!' noise as she did so. Falling face first into the floor, she struggled for a moment to push herself up against the ground. Her arms felt like noodles, and her body was just as drained.

And Hector? Well, he was just happy he didn't need to hold back anymore.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Stroking his dick, he began cumming all over Lula's ass. His seed shot out over her perfectly round cheeks, streaking down it slowly like raindrops on a window. He came thiiiiiiss close to making a mistake the both of them would regret. If she really was suffering through Spawning Season... no... even if she wasn't, cumming inside of her would have been a surefire way of knocking Lula up. Fortunately for the both of them, Hector's calmer mind prevailed. But damn would the sight of her dripping with his seed have been a good image to keep.

For now, the two could be heard panting, neither of them capable of making any coherent words. The thrill and rush of sex was leaving them, Lula most of all. Somehow, Hector's cock had a pacifying affect on her. She felt... content.

“Ooooooh... Heeecctorrrr..." she moaned, before feeling his arms gently pull her in, “Ah..."

She rested in his grip, and the two sat within the pool together, with Lula sitting in his lap. Saying nothing, their eyes drifted towards the glowing lights which emitted from the ceiling, while the muted music played in the background. There wasn't much that could be said, but they were so... happy.

“Heh... haaaa... so... fisherman... haaa... how was that for a first date?" Lula asked, her answer coming in the form of his hands resting on her hands as he hugged her close by her stomach.

“Welp... I've had worse," he replied, even giving her a cheeky grin.

“Heh heh! You asshole..."

Eyes closed shut, she felt his lips press up to her cheeks. A shivering moan flowed from her lips, followed by her turning her head so she could meet his lips with her own. Before long, the two were kissing one another. Slowly.

Passionately.

…

“Coooommeee oooonn maaaaan! My inteellll! My IIIINNNTEEEEELLL!!!"

“You know, yelling that out loud over and over again isn't going to make it suddenly true, right?"

Honestly, Hector saw this coming a mile away. Dragging a drunken Jacob out of the club was par for the course, truth be told. Thank God they took his car, because there was no way he'd be able to control Jacob's dinky little Sedan.

Haa... but that's besides the point.

Ocean's Domain was behind them now, with the time being somewhere in the ballpark of... 12 o'clock. Hell, it could have been even later, honestly; Hector hadn't checked a clock since getting to the club in the first place.

Some were exiting the club along with them, others were entering in. Hector meanwhile was stuffing his drunken companion into the passenger side of his truck, before walking around to get into the driver's seat.

“Hrrrgh... man... I've never been slapped so much before in my life..." Jacob muttered as his groggy eyes looked over to his friend, “I'm sure I'm banned from ever coming back to this place..."

“I told you Spawning Season doesn't work like how you think it works," Hector said to the blond, “Their adult women, Jacob. Not fish."

“Hrrrgh... that's the last time I trust what I hear on the streets..."

Yeah, right. Hector had to roll his eyes at such a statement. He knew that chances were high Jacob would gain some new 'intel' concerning sex, and they'd be out adventuring through the city in search of it.

But, hey, things could be worse.

“Welp... I guess there's always next Friday," Jacob muttered as he leaned up in his chair, hearing the truck being turned on, “We can... go to Dixie's next Friday. Eat some good wings there."

“Nah... I think I'll pass..." Hector said, much to the blond's surprise.

“What? Whazzat? You'll pass? But you love Dixie's wings!" he said in protest, which only caused Hector to chuckle.

“Yeah... well... I have a date for next Friday."

“A... date...?" Jacob replied, eyebrow raised, “But... you don't have a girlfriend."

“Eh... I do now," the brunet answered, which further confused his friend.

“You... do... now?" Jacob repeated, before sniffing at the air a few times, “What the... do I smell... chlorine? But... I didn't get in the pool... did... you?"

But Hector didn't answer, instead chuckling as he shook his head. Eventually he turned to face the entrance to Ocean's Domain yet again. But this time, there was a blue marine girl walking out of it, one dressed in such dangerously cool clothes. A purple crop top, blue denim shorts, a black beret, black boots, and thigh-high socks. She was casually looking down towards her phone as she exited side by side with her friend, a pink frog girl. Said friend was talking her ear off, and looked rather miffed at that, though the bonita herself could seemingly care less.

Yeah, she was a bonita.

Suddenly she looked up, her purple eyes meeting with Hector's brown ones. He looked nonchalant and indifferent. She looked dangerous and annoyed. Regardless, when their eyes met for the second time that night, something just seemed to...

Click...

And in unison, they smiled.

But neither said a word to one another, not now anyway. Hector eventually backed up out of his parking spot, the movement causing Jacob to grunt. Together, the two of them drove out of the lot, onto the streets, and into the far, far distance.

And as they did so, Lula watched them. She watched the lights of the truck mixed in with the lights of all the other cars driving about, eventually fading away into a mess of blurs. But she still felt her heart throbbing after such an exchange, and she even gave a wistful sigh.

“Like... Lula, are you okay?" asked Mara at her side, causing her to chuckle.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Let's get your ass back home before you start sucking more human cock."

“HEY! SHUT UP! IT HAPPENED ONCE! IT'LL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN!!!"

Lula laughed at her friend's fuming face, stopping only to gesture down the street with her head. But on their way back to the car, Mara's nose began to flair. She smelled something, something familiar...

“Hmm... do I smell... cum...?"

Casually, Lula countered with,

“I told you to stop whoring yourself..."