Chapter 1 - Nami and Cassiopeia

 
Poor Nami. The little mermaid was definitely a fish out of water, in more ways than one. Boots were a source of endless confusion. Feet were strange. Legs, hard bones, and even flesh-colored skin bewildered her. She couldn’t understand why they didn’t just have scales! They were ever so pretty, shining in the light and making the owner look like they’d dressed up for the grand ball every day. Their muscles, on the other hand, were much harder to the touch, but a little weaker than hers (for most of her whole body was one long muscle). Worst of all, she couldn’t understand their mating rituals. Underwater, it all seemed so simple! One of you just lays a clutch of eggs, and the other one squirts her sperm onto them. But all that stuff seemed to actually happen inside their bodies, of all things. She snorted. Imagine keeping your eggs inside you. Imagine your belly getting swollen as the egg got bigger. That was definitely no way to have a hundred children at once! She felt smug, superior to them. Sure, she only got to mate once. But they had to do it every time they wanted another child. It only seemed wasteful. Her tailfin slapped against the bedsheet. Then again, if sex is good… it would be a real shame to only have it once.
 
The first time she came up on land, Nami tried swimming through the ground. That didn’t work at all. Then she tried swimming through the air, but she kept falling. Eventually she discovered she had to use magic to levitate herself, which worked okay, but people kept staring. A helpful traveler suggested she put on clothes, and so she did; but they dried out her skin. For the first couple weeks, she handled it by taking multiple showers each day to rehydrate, but when that became tedious, she crafted a spell that made her skin thicker, like a human’s, so it wouldn’t radiate as much moisture. This might have solved the problem were it not for the sun, which dried her out like so much fish jerky. Eventually she used a complicated spell to craft a living outfit for herself. The bright red/pink Koi frills on her head went perfectly with the subdued blue tones of the jacket, which left her entire stomach, and a much of her breasts, exposed. The clothing sported mesmerizing whorls that made it look almost like metal armor, though the inside was soft and yielding to the touch, much like an oyster. It wrapped around her body, and kept her insides nice and wet. Finally she could join human culture. And boy, there was even more to learn after that. Most obviously, she spoke with a little affect, using surface-world words incorrectly sometimes.
 
For one thing, you couldn’t just go squirting your sperm onto anyone’s eggs. They had almost thrown her in jail for that. Humans seemed to put a lot of effort into actually avoiding sex, which was distressing, until she learned of a concept they called the Dating Site. 
 
The URL was www.Meet_Your_Love.Nox, which she typed in carefully, holding her phone while lying on her back, so the droplets of water would run down her arms to her shoulders, instead of down to wreck the keyboard. She’d gone through 2 phones like that already. 
 
But as Nami searched through the site, she lamented. “It’s all just humans!” she cried, her tail slapping the bed again. Legs. Each and every one of them. There was no way she’d be compatible with them. And sex was far more than merely a pleasurable experience for sea-creatures like her. It was a lifetime commitment. She scanned through them diligently, her arousal seemingly making the decisions for her, her slit twitching slightly when her eyes landed on someone she liked. Leona… Lissandra… Lux… she pouted. At least Lissandra didn’t seem to have legs, but surely an embrace would turn Nami into a fish popsicle. She made an enthusiastic swipe-right on Sarah Fortune, but Morgana looked creepy, and Orianna was completely off the table. She wanted a mate. Poppy was too small. Quinn too aloof. Slowly she went through every profile she could find, until in frustration she reached her breaking point. She changed the filter to “sea-creatures only” but was distressed to only see Fizz, and that was a joke account. She scratched her head slightly. Nautilus was here. She always thought he looked funny in his fishbowl helmet. She made a face that approximated drowning, then burst out laughing. She kept scrolling, and saw her own profile, which confused her momentarily.
 
She realized she wasn’t getting anywhere, and instead of “sea-creatures” she put “long tail,” and a few more profiles came up: She scrolled past Ahri (too furry), and then there was another Nami profile… what? Before her eyes, the image changed to a picture of Neeko in her standard form. “Oh, even on the internet she’s hard to keep track of,” Nami rubbed at her eyes, not wanting to relive last week when Neeko had jumped out of the bush shaped like a giant purple eyeball with tentacles. Next was Skarner, and Nami was confused, before realizing she hadn’t specified a gender. She wasn’t surprised not to see Aurelion Sol or Anivia or Nocturne here, because even though they had tails, they probably wouldn’t be on a dating site. Come to think of it, Twitch wasn’t here either, but Wukong was, except it said he was in a relationship with Master Yi. Tired of finding men, Nami disallowed that gender from the filter.
 
Then, there she was. Pale, Victorian skin. A confident, even haughty gaze straight into the camera. Sallow cheeks and a hard brow. Yellow eyes, with black sclera. Yes indeed: the whites of her eyes were black. For Nami too. She felt her heart throb. She let out a gasp of delight, and her need spiked, her cocks almost pushing their way out of her slit. Cassiopeia was perfect. She quickly crafted a private message, not realizing that the lamia’s gender was set to shemale, and they wouldn’t be compatible for mating anyway. But just looking at her face, she felt a burning in her groin, and pursed her lips tightly, letting out a tiny grunt of satisfaction. Nami’s dicks let her know this was the right decision.
 
Cassiopeia responded within the hour. “Sure, let’s get together. I know a good place we can have dinner.”
 
Nami nearly squealed. How exciting! But it seemed like Cassie was taking charge, which confused her slightly, because naturally a dickgirl would be the domme, and Nami was one, of course. But she didn’t let it bother her too much. Besides, it was kind of exciting to let Cassie take care of it.
 
It was late afternoon when she got the message, and they’d set the dinner date for 6 PM. Nami noticed the address wasn’t in the city, but instead it was on the beach! The Sterling Oyster. A haughty name for a restaurant that served hot dogs, but it was seaside, so she let it go. Nami clothed herself in her living outfit, but then layered a blue shirt overtop of that, and a black scale skirt that matched. Admittedly her second skin only covered the most important parts, and let the rest show; so she needed it to stop people from calling the police. 
 
Cassiopeia was more accustomed to this sort of thing. Cassie checked Nami’s online profile, and judged her to be a little… dim. She probably wouldn’t mind going to a low-class restaurant. And the beach was more than enough to make up for it. The fish would feel at home there, and the snake wouldn’t mind a dip in the water either. It was difficult to clean her scales manually; dirt always got stuck in the ridges. Cassie wore a more traditional outfit (by her own strange standards). A green-and-gold choker with a matching shirt. Everything rimmed by thin gold. A loincloth around her groin. 
 
They caught sight of each other no problem. Who could miss a floating fish with a cute girl on top? And who could miss an enormous, incredibly-heavy snake with a woman’s body? They slithered up to each other, Nami beaming, and Cassie exuding an aura of total confidence. Nami swam up and kissed Cassie on each cheek, which was enough to make her blush slightly at her forwardness. “Listen, let me tellyousomething,” Nami said, running the words together, her affect changing her pronunciation slightly. “I’m not even hungry. I just…” she pursed her lips again, fiddling with her fingers. Surface-worlders could be so prudish. She pressed herself lightly against the snake. “I’m excited.”
 
“You want to get going,” Cassie finished, putting a hand on her cheek, stroking it. Nami nodded vigorously. “Well, I understand. But I am quite hungry, myself. I would like to sit down for dinner,” she stated. It wasn’t quite a command but it was close. Nami felt herself shiver again. Being given orders was… exciting.
 
Nami licked her lips, then stirred. “Fine,” she said, feeling some of the energy drain from her. “I guess that’s okay. But you’ll have to pay for me, I don’t have any surfacemoney with me.”
 
Cassiopeia raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. “Really? You do only have one thing on your mind. Well, come inside anyway. I can show you a good time. And you won’t miss out on anything. After we’re done, well, I don’t mind going for a swim without waiting a full hour after the meal,” she giggled. 
 
“I don’t understand,” Nami said.
 
“Never mind. Let’s just eat,” Cassiopeia shook her head, silently thinking that Nami must have fishsticks for brains. They headed into the restaurant, but the hostess was busy, so they stood at the entrance, waiting. “Anyway, what sort of food do you like?”
                                                                   
Nami hummed. “Well, fruit is good to eat. We don’t get that stuff in the ocean.” Her face squirmed as she tried to put it into words. “Everything tastes a lot… watery there. So sweetness tastes are always kinda wet. The first time I had an orange, I almost threw up, it was so…!” she couldn’t find the words, holding her hands next to her mouth and blowing out her cheeks. “Like a boom in my mouth?”
 
“It was sour. So you like sweet, not sour. How about savoury things? Do you like meat?”
 
“Oh yes,” Nami said, blushing. “It’s hard to be a vegetablechewer underwater. We get this…” she struggled again, doing something with her fingers like trickling-down. “Vegetation comes from above, and plankton eat it. Shrimp eat the plankton,”
 
“And fish eat the shrimp. Got it,” Cassie nodded. She decided not to mention how she’d occasionally get urges to swallow a live rat ever since she got crossed with a snake. “It’s funny. My intuition says you wouldn’t be a meat-eater. I’m not sure why.”
 
Nami pressed a two fingers into the sides of her mouth, forcing a goofy smile. “Because I’m cute and cuddly and I don’t have sharkteeth?”
 
“Well, that might be why,” Cassie laughed, nudging her body against the quirky fish. “Although I do have snake fangs.” She peeled back her lips and showed off her terrifying canines, sticking out at least a centimeter more than the other teeth. “I could do a mean vampire impression.”
 
“Why would you want to impress a mean vampire?” Nami said, blinking in confusion. “Are you talking about Vladimir? He’s nice! Mostly…”
 
“Never mind.” She shook her head. “You don’t have figures of speech in the ocean?”
 
“We can’t mouthspeak underwater. We speak telepathically instead… and that’s much more precise than tonguewords. So we don’t really need figures to express ourself.”
 
“I see. And so that’s why you just wanted our date to lead right to sex. Well, Nami, you’ll have to learn that romancing…” (She put a bit of flair into the word) “…on dry land comes with a little more warmup.”
 
“Aren’t you already warm?” Nami said, feeling like she was out of her depth.
 
“It’s called foreplay. We do a little… dance, of sorts, before we get into bed together.” Even for Cassiopeia, the professional courtesan, this was starting to fray at her edges. 
 
“They say sex is the greatest dance of your life,” Nami breathed, reaching out and grabbing Cassie’s hand, squeezing it needfully. “I’m just so excited. I can feel myself… squirming… down there,” she finished. She’d pushed her moist, fishy C-cups against Cassie’s arm, who grunted as she felt blood rushing to her groin. She coughed.
 
“Well… the hostess still isn’t here and I’ve lost my interest. They probably don’t get any customers at this time of day. Forget the dinner. Let’s say you convinced me. You want to go swimming right now?”
 
“Yes please!” Nami gushed, louder than she intended to be. Oh god, I’m screwing it all up. A look of nervousness passed over her features, but she banished it and fixed a smile on her face. 
 
Privately, Cassiopeia sighed. 
 
“Let’s go!” Nami announced, holding her by the hand and floating towards the beach, tugging. The snake took a moment to adjust from her little pile of coiled-up tail into a slithering position, and then easily kept alongside the fluttering fish. The gravel was harsh on her scales, but shortly they were on the sand, and Nami gave a little shiver.
 
“It’s so dry on the beach. Let’s get in the water,” she said, squeezing Cassie’s hand again.
 
“As you wish,” Cassie said slyly, before suddenly picking Nami up out of the air, and holding her in her arms, like she was cradling a babe. Nami squealed in pleasure at this, nearly melting in her arms. She felt her soft, fishy cocks stir in their pouch, like they had a mind of their own. Her tail, draped over Cassiopeia, wiggled in delight.
 
Cassiopeia’s bulk carved a deep furrow in the sand of the beach; there was a long, dark tail that remained far after she’d gone. As soon as the first couple feet of her sank into the water, she let out a deep groan of satisfaction. “Water feels so good on my scales,” she purred, slithering deeper and deeper, the water inching up her body. The lower part of her being coldblooded, she couldn’t help but shiver. The tiny waves of the water crashed against her abs as they sank in too, and then another foot before the bottom of her breasts broke the surface. With her head and collar above the water, she felt comfortable, and let Nami slide out of her arms, although the mermaid stayed close, holding Cassie’s hips with both hands, keeping them from drifting apart. She looked up into the lamia’s eyes, and found an inviting gaze, so she slid her arms around Cassie’s middle, feeling her squishy belly press against the other woman’s carved abs.
 
Nami leaned forward, and pushed a dry kiss against Cassie’s lips. Cassie just tilted her head, regarding the little mermaid with curiosity. She’d never met another girl with black sclera in her eyes; she wasn’t used to it. She breathed slowly, the slightly-salty water tingling her nostrils. Nami pulled away, nervous that she had ruined it, but Cassie wrapped her arm around Nami’s back and pulled her in to a passionate kiss, clasping her mouth with her lips, pausing there briefly, then sucking ever-so-gently for a moment, then breaking it with a sweet smooch. Nami visibly blushed, her mouth drooped open and she panted loudly, once. “I’ve been waiting my whole life for this,” she murmured. “Fish never get to know their parents… And nobody can ever explain what sex is really like… It’s so exciting,” she said, quivering. “We only get one, you know. You surface-worlders are so lucky.”
 
Cassiopeia completely misunderstood what Nami was saying, but she didn’t realize it. She just laughed, thinking Nami meant that after one orgasm, their cocks would go soft for a long time. “I can go for hours,” she said confidently. Her hand found Nami’s, and guided it to her pouch, her cloaca, urging her to push a finger inside. Cassie exaggerated her sigh of pleasure as she did, and Nami was forced to bite her lip to keep from forcing herself on the snake right away. 
 
“Fish are supposed to do sex for hours… We’re supposed to edge as hard as we can, right up until the end, so that our orgasm is as strong as possible,” she breathed, staring up into Cassie’s eyes, with one hand resting on her collar.
 
Cassiopeia giggled. “Well, I cum plenty of times. I don’t have any trouble making more sperm.” Despite herself, she found her cocks rigid, painfully-hard trapped in her cloaca. Seeing Nami’s wide hips and dull-green scales reminded her of herself, although of course her scales were bright green and yellow, much prettier in her opinion. Danger colors, predator colors. Nami’s scales were made to be invisible in the greenish waters; decidedly prey colors.
 
“Lucky,” Nami said again, feeling emotion wash over her like a wave.
 
Cassiopeia sensed that the moment was in danger of going flaccid, so she slid both her arms around Nami’s middle and settled her hands on her ass. Silently she nudged their noses together, and Nami perked up, smiling again. “I’m sorry. I’m just so excited I can hardly stand it.”
 
Cassie said nothing, merely placing another soft kiss on her lips. Nami sighed into it, opening her mouth, shivering with delight; Cassie responded by pressing their lips more firmly together and sliding her tongue into her mouth experimentally. Nami’s own responded, and slowly their tongues met; wet, soft, and gooey. Cassie could feel Nami’s shivers now, and they certainly weren’t from the cool water. She gave one more slow lick of Nami’s lips before pulling back with a confident smile. “You really are excited… Ready to pop off so soon?” she teased, tightening the grip on Nami’s ass and pulling their groins together.
 
Nami’s face and arms were surprisingly solid compared to the rest of her. Probably a result of the human influence in her vastayan heritage. They pulled away, but Cassiopeia went back for another kiss, hungrier this time, sucking on Nami’s tongue, which excited both of them. She drew back, making eye contact, tilting her head slightly to the side. “You want this, yes?” she murmured, rubbing her abs against Nami, letting her feel the raw, animal strength beneath. Cassiopeia could have bench-pressed anvils, and done stomach-crunches with a bus on her shoulders.
 
“Yes please,” Nami said earnestly, bringing her hand up out of the water, sliding it around the back of Cassie’s head. “I’ve been waiting for this… my whole life.” She brought them together again, this time letting the tip of their tongues meet, then press more firmly against each other. Nami was quivering, every part of her was flushed red with terrified excitement. She melted into the kiss, letting Cassie push her tongue into her mouth once again, then withdrawing it slowly. 
 
“Yes,” Cassiopeia said with finality, her eyes glowing for a half-second. She slid her hand down to Nami’s butt, which was scaled, unlike her own. Her fingers faltered at the sensation of the hard scales, but then she remembered she was making love to a creature of the ocean, and decided to accept whatever other unexpected differences Nami might possess. She decided just to do what she normally would, and thrust herself against the mermaid.
 
“Ahn!” Nami moaned. Feeling another warm body pressed against her dicks was almost too much pleasure already. She didn’t want to be a quickshot, not with her single chance! Her cocks needed this, so badly that she could scream. Slowly she let her hand down to her pouch and spread her lips, letting her long, thin dicks slide out. “I can’t… not so soon. It would be such a wasting. I need… to hold on as long as I can.”
 
“I think I can help with that,” Cassie said. “But first I want to play with you, un-bound.” She slid her hands down to Nami’s groin, gingerly touching both of her dolphin-cocks. They were very pink, almost red, with white around the head of the glans. Already a small amount of milt was spilling from the arrow-shaped tips. “Tsk tsk, so wasteful,” she teased, fondling Nami’s balls. These were the size and shape of chicken-eggs, and a lighter, milky-pink color than her dicks. The thought that she was wasting her very limited cum made Nami stiffen, tightening her muscles and restricting the flow. 
 
“Do you lay eggs?” Nami said quietly. “Or do I just stick it into your cloaca?”
 
“Patience, darling,” Cassie laughed, gliding her hand over Nami’s curved waist. She reached down and pushed her other hand into her pouch, fishing out her own twin cocks. “But yes, I do lay eggs.” 
 
“I can’t wait,” Nami beamed, thinking they were about to have sex right there. She swam closer, pushing her soft, fishy abs into Cassie’s iron-hard core muscles. What a surprise when Nami found her dicks kissing against two others. “W-wait, aren’t you a girl?”
 
“Do I look like a girl?” Cassiopeia said, her voice deep and womanly. “Besides, you look like one too. It’s not so strange. We can still have plenty of fun~” she cooed, pushing her lips to Nami’s throat and hotly kissing her skin. That was enough to shake Nami out of her funk, and she just panted in pleasure, surrendering to the snake’s ministrations. Their four cocks wrapped around each other; Nami’s thin and reedy with muscles running up their length that let them stretch and bend; Cassie’s as thick as a soda cans and covered with veins, slimy with her cloacal gel. Cassie had her tail planted firmly on the lakebed, so it was easy for her to start moving her hips in circles, rubbing their cocks all over each other. Nami’s cocks twitched wildly, moving in separate directions with a mind of their own. She felt her cheeks burn with arousal as her dicks literally started to wrap around Cassiopeia’s.
 
“I don’t understand… what’s going on…” Nami breathed, her heart throbbing. All at once, it felt like her worst nightmare, but at the same time, the fulfilment of a lifetime of waiting. The most intense pleasure was coming from the ridges of the arrow-heads where they smushed up against Cassie’s skin.
 
“I’ll take care of everything,” Cassiopeia cooed, burying her lips in the soft skin of Nami’s collar. Her hands glided up Nami’s body, effortlessly removing her living clothing, which glided slowly down to the lakebed. The fish gave a few panicked flip-flops before Cassie’s smooth touch calmed her down again. Nami mouthed a wordless spell that would allow her lover to breathe underwater. Cassiopeia kept going forward, like a dancer letting her partner closer to the floor, until her head submerged and she took an excited jolt of water. For a moment there was a similar panic, before she realized nothing was wrong, and Nami was smiling widely at her. “Well, I guess you took care of something~” she teased, grabbing Nami’s butt again. She couldn’t speak, but Nami’s mental link allowed telepathic correspondence. Nami leaned far back, pulled away, beckoning sultrily, her tail swishing as she drove herself down into the water. Cassiopeia, taking a moment to reach up and touch her tingling face, realized that Nami’s spell had simply put a bubble of air around her head. “I’m literally an airhead,” she groaned, smacking her face. It was a very strange sensation to have your entire body submerged except your face.
 
Cassie slithered forwards, her immense bulk pinning her to the sea-floor. She couldn’t see very far, however, and summoned a small mote of light which pierced the darkness. Nami was lying on her back among a bed of seaweed—not a literal bed!
 
Cassiopeia’s courtesan instincts guided her. She swished her hips needlessly as she moved up to Nami’s tail, careful not to squash it beneath her weight. She’d broken a few people’s feet that way; she didn’t even realize she weighed much less underwater. She glided down, wrapping her arms around Nami’s back and pushing their chests together, her own a great deal larger than the mermaid’s. Wordlessly they melted into another passionate kiss as Nami’s wriggling dicks tried to seek out a hole, ending up repeatedly prodding the stretchy skin of Cassie’s cloaca, the very base of her cocks. For Cassie it felt like a very determined frot, for Nami it was maddening.
 
“I don’t know what I’m feeling… I think I might cum…” Nami gasped, actually able to feel blood pulsing up her cocks. They had only been together for a few minutes, but she’d been imagining this moment all day, and really, for her entire life, so she was primed and ready to blow. “Not like this…” she whined.
 
Cassie laughed darkly. “Oh, that’s right. I told you I could help with that little problem,” she whispered, wrapping her hand around one of Nami’s slim cocks. Magic flowed through her, and a small, green-glowing ring appeared just beneath the spade-like tip of Nami’s bright-pink dick. She tried to pull away, but Cassie grabbed the other one and repeated the spell on it. Nami whined, her throbbing cocks in a not-inconsiderable amount of pain from being constrained.
 
“W-what did you do?”
 
“I put you in chastity so you don’t cum too soon. Oh, don’t worry darling, you’ll just love it. You’ll never have an orgasm better than this, trust me,” Cassie gushed. Nami pouted loudly, her dolphin-dicks unprepared and unhappy to be bound. She had never even masturbated, never dared to touch herself in case she had an accident. She cried out as Cassiopeia placed a third enchantment, this time wrapped tightly around her balls. Nami bucked her head, sucking down water.
 
“Let go of me… I don’t like this anymore…” Nami said, limply trying to flop out of the lamia’s strong grasp. Her entire body was a muscle, but so was Cassiopeia’s, and the snake was a hell of a lot bigger. Nami felt herself suddenly wrapped in her partner’s rough coils. At first it felt like seaweed wrapping around her hand, then the more immediate threat as the feeling changed into what she experienced once when a kraken tried to pull her into an undertow. The more she writhed, the more enchantments Cassiopeia placed on her, restricting her movements, until finally in a stroke of luck she managed to get both of Nami’s hands behind her back at once, and bound them together.
 
“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing,” she whispered, sliding her hand over Nami’s exposed breasts. She had no nipples, just a smooth surface where they would be. “I’ve pleased dozens of partners, you’ll see.” She put her last spell around Nami’s head, in her mouth, ‘gagging’ her, although it was just for show since they were communicating telepathically. Still, Nami was in the throes of a strong flight response, and she had nothing to say, thrashing pathetically against the magically-strong bindings. Until Cassiopeia’s hand slid around her cocks once again, and with a fishy little jiggle, she settled, like a child with her mother’s hand on her shoulder. Cassie leaned into her collar again, kissing the other side this time, then opening her mouth and biting down hard with those massive, vampiresque canines. They pierced her flesh, and Nami let out a burst of bubbles as she cried out soundlessly underwater. Cassie injected her venom straight into the girl’s nervous system, and her skin started to burn like fire. Everywhere the tainted blood flowed, her body lit up in almost orgasmic desire. In moments it had filled her completely, but it had done even worse to her genitals, since they were most sensitive to that in the first place. It was like Cassiopeia took everything on Nami’s sensations and dialed them up to 110%, a level that her body would never produce by itself. She let out a long, exaggerated sigh of pleasure as Cassiopeia’s talented fingers massaged her throbbing cocks. Even lying on the seabed, with the “wind” of the waves gently swaying her up and down, felt special. Intense.
 
“Oh fuck,” Nami moaned; her higher thoughts suppressed, a simple curse would do. Her cocks were wriggling like worms, bound together at the top by magic and at the bottom by her sheathe. Her balls swelled, turning from their milky pink to dull red as her organs continued to ready her for a single huge blowout that would tax her entire body and give her the heart attack that would end her life. She could already feel it beating through her chest as Cassiopeia’s hand moved on from her cocks to massage her balls, which any other time would have been a tender and peaceful experience, but only made Nami groan into the gag. Cassie pressed her fingers very deliberately into them, feeling out their shape, their texture, which was quite unique from anything human. She moved them up to the space where her enchantment was tightest and pushed her fingers into the space, feeling for the single seminal vessel that carried sperm up and out from each testicle. She found it, and rubbed them mercilessly, stimulating Nami for what was to come. As she found her way around her balls, she discovered a deep, fleshy pocket beneath, Nami’s own cloaca.
 
“Ooh, this is special. I think I’ll start here,” she purred, flipping Nami back to face her. The mermaid was literally cross-eyed, her brain rebooting as her nerves seared with the intensity of the aphrodisiac venom. Cassiopeia didn’t ask before she stuffed one of her fat dicks into the hole, making Nami scream. “Ohhhh, very special indeed. I never thought I’d get to feel what my own is like. I’d imagine this approximates.” She thrust into her, leaving her top cock to mash itself against Nami’s balls and spread them apart. “Gnnnh.” It was very wet and very squishy, just like you’d expect the inside of a fish to feel like. But warm, pulsing, even welcoming. Usually Cassiopeia would spread her partner’s legs around her tail, but in this case there were no legs for either party, so their bodies ended up wrapping around each other almost instinctually, twisting together just like their penises.
 
The lamia was panting, breathing into Nami’s open mouth. Normally the feeling of her hot breath against her partner’s lips was enough to trigger paroxysms of pleasure, but underwater, this had no effect; Cassie momentarily blushed at her mistake, not that the venom-drunk fish had even noticed. Still she cradled her, letting their bellies press momentarily together (Sandwiching Nami’s two cocks and Cassie’s unfulfilled one between them). Nami’s cocks continually tried to wrap around anything that came close, offering a strange tugging sensation every time Cassie pulled out, and eventually she simply aligned the second one with the first and stuffed Nami full with double the pleasure. Luckily her cloaca was not your average orifice and more-or-less-easily accepted them, only causing Nami to start moaning again, without stopping this time, as Cassiopeia pummeled away at her fishy little cunt. Slowly she was coming back to herself, and her first conscious thought was that she had automatically wrapped her arms around Cassiopeia’s shoulders and was taking dick like a champion. She submitted to the feeling without thinking, a purely animal response, pushing her lips clumsily against Cassie’s in a rough approximation of a kiss. Cassiopeia chuckled, momentarily considering that she’d finally ‘caught’ this fish after a long battle. Cassie was Noxian: Graceful, but blunt with her intentions and gauche with her desires. She craved something dirtier, and took the opportunity to unfurl her tongue, slowly pouring more and more of it into Nami’s mouth, filling it; and when that was done, even snaking down her throat. For Nami, whose skin was fire and nerves were electric, it was pure pleasure. She felt like she was about to burn out, which would be like an orgasm but with none of the satisfaction and all of the stress. Luckily, Cassiopeia came shortly after.
 
“Unh!” she grunted, forcing her cocks down to the base. She was no stranger to feeling another girl’s balls slide along the top of her dicks while she fucked her, but underwater was new, and so was the silken feeling of Nami’s pussy. Of course, it was virginally-tight. Every thrust brought her closer, and she nearly peaked several times before slowing down to enjoy it more. Finally she knew she could take it no further, and once she passed the point of no return, started fucking her even more harshly, punishing her pussy with long, hard dick. Every thrust from then on until orgasm only made things better, and soon she was crying out in delight as Nami squealed with pleasure. Hot ropes of cum ejaculated into the watery depths of the cloaca, turning the water white and giving Nami the most intense feeling yet. She cried in frustration, unable to cum.
 
“Now now dear, I told you I’d take care of you. I haven’t forgotten that promise,” she purred, kissing her again. Nami was panting, and now that Cassie’s cocks had gone soft, her mind slowly came back to her as it felt like she wasn’t going to burn out after all. That’s when Cassie laid her thick dicks on Nami’s face, pushing her balls into her mouth. She disintegrated the mouth gag, letting one fat ball roll into the girl’s mouth. Nami recoiled from the unexpected taste and feeling, but wasn’t against it. Quite the opposite, she leaned into it, savoring the musky taste of the gooey slime, which she gratefully sucked from Cassie’s balls. “Oooh! I didn’t expect such a positive reaction, but I won’t pretend I’m not very happy to get it…” 
 
Balls, at least, were familiar to Nami. She used to kiss Janna’s tight little sack once upon a time. These were much bigger, full round orbs that were hot against her tongue. Her mouth moved automatically as she was disheartened once again. She wanted to get Cassie pregnant, but the woman had sperm too! How would this even work? Her dicks didn’t seem to care at all, rubbing themselves against Cassie’s scales, up and down. They had minds of their own. All they knew was that there was a warm body in front of her. They throbbed desperately. Nami knew she would have already cum were it not for the bindings. She didn’t want to die, but… the need to breed was even stronger than her desire to live. And here she was spilling her milt into the water while she made out with Cassiopeia’s ballsack. Yet, she couldn’t say she didn’t like it. In fact she was enjoying it quite a bit, she realized, as she started sucking on one of her balls, not quite able to pop it into her mouth. Cassiopeia pet her head gently, feeling them slide between her fingers, those soft membranes that were her approximation of hair. They were sort of rubbery, what she imagined an eel would feel like. Speaking of fish, there were dozens of minnows swimming around them, curious about the disturbances in the water. It tickled her skin, and she growled, giving a good shake and banishing them. They flitted away into the haze of the water.
 
“Pay attention to me,” Nami whined, her cocks bright red. 
 
Cassiopeia threw a lewd smile. “Of course, lover. I didn’t forget about your needs,” she said, sticking two fingers into Nami’s pussy, from which whiteness trailed into the water. The mermaid cried out in pleasure. Indeed, that venom was still coursing through her veins like a drug.
 
Suddenly, she realized, if she was going to die anyway, she might as well do it high as a kite. “B-bite me more,” she said, not understanding how it was all working, but definitely certain that after Cassie had chomped her shoulder the good feelings started happening.
 
“That’s a new one,” Cassiopeia admitted, but was happy to sink her teeth into the other side of Nami’s neck, then again on one of her breasts. There wasn’t nearly so much venom this time as it had been mostly spent before, only droplets, and she had a naughty idea. She slithered backwards, putting her head at Nami’s groin, and bit one of her balls.
 
The poor girl arched her back wildly, feeling the hard bone pierce her most tender place. She could feel the injection of the last few drops of venom into her balls, and because of the restrictions, it wouldn’t come out either. It just circled and circled in her balls over and over, driving her crazy. “Pleeeeeaase!” she groaned, her dicks almost out of energy. There was much fun to be had edging, to be sure, but after a certain point, one simply became exhausted and disinterested in cumming anyway. She knew that was coming soon.
 
“As you wish,” Cassie said slyly, planting a kiss on the nut she’d bitten. She blinked once, and the magic was dispelled, letting all the fluids and emotions, good and bad, go rushing through her system.
 
Nami twitched. Her whole body one giant mass of muscle, she almost broke her spine wrenching backwards. “Aaaaah!” she roared, a potent psychic scream that drove away every fish within two hundred meters. Cassiopeia almost tried to rub at her ears, but realized that it was only a natural reaction, that nothing loud had actually happened. She looked nervously at the floundering fish, screaming and bucking, her body going haywire. Glands released potent chemicals, literally ten times as much as her body could stand, at least in the long term. In the short term, however, her bloodstream was flushed with testosterone, estrogen, and progesterone. It felt like her veins were on fire. Her groin was aflame, her prostate pounding, her cocks getting more blood than ever.
 
And she loved it.
 
Nami gritted her teeth, her eyes bloodshot. “Fuck me, breed me,” she demanded, her nails digging into Cassie’s arms. She was past caring now. “Fuck! Make me a mother…”
 
Cassiopeia had seen partners get like this occasionally, usually when taking actual recreational drugs, so she wasn’t unprepared for this. She just chuckled and slid her arms around Nami’s waist, humping deeper into her pussy while her little dolphin-cocks flared. Before their eyes, they began to blossom, their urethrae opening up like fleshy flowers. Her eyes rolled back and she let out a moan of orgasm. Even Cassiopeia hadn’t seen this before. They flared open, little tentacles rimming the tip that were meant to lock her dicks into her mate, but simply wriggled in the water as she started to eject spurts of white milt. The jets mushroomed out, turning the water cloudy-white around them. This was only the very beginning. 
 
Nami’s heart pumped harder, forcing blood through her veins and into her dicks. They swelled, another mechanism for locking inside her partner, while cute little “strings” continue to jet from her tips—Dissolving immediately into the water. Nami was already insensate, her higher brain comatose, her blood far thicker than it was supposed to be. A vein clogged, she stroked, and suddenly there was nothing left but her animal brain, her lower brain. Almost like a machine she started to dig into Cassiopeia, most of her muscles completely limp and unmoving, giving her a strange, ghostly appearance as her head dragged behind her. She managed to flip Cassie onto her back, pressing her into the bed of seaweed, riding her cowgirl-style and milking her dicks as she continued to squirt milt. Her singular orgasm would continue on for minutes, not to waste a speck.
 
Cassiopeia would’ve been more concerned, but was too distracted by the vice-grip Nami’s pussy clenched around her. It was more painful than pleasurable, for certain, and she growled her anger, not receiving any reaction, Nami’s lifeless body continued to move, while her dolphin dicks searched for a hole, first spreading apart from each other, then wriggling up and down, all the while squirting, squirting. As far as they knew, Nami was crouched over a large clutch of eggs that might’ve been spread over a square meter or more, and they obsessively spread her seed over a large area in front of her, carpeting Cassie’s body in it. 
 
It entered the final phase. Nami’s heart was burnt out, pumping far harder than it could sustain for the last few minutes. The organ was dying, and all that was moving through her system now was the last few flutters of a muscle trying to hold on. The stressed tissue was actually dissolving, not that she’d live to experience it. She’d literally fucked herself to death. But her body still carried some energy in its cells even though her heart beat its last, and her demeanor changed from ghostly to positively terrifying. Her movements were jerky and unnatural, her hands splayed in funny shapes, her mouth hanging open, her eyes sightless and hollow. Those hands wrapped around Cassie’s neck, squeezing tightly, demanding more. Only one chance, ever, to do this right.
 
Cassiopeia had had enough. She snarled, cuffing Nami over the cheek and wrenching her hands from her throat with terrifying strength. “Take it then, you fishy cunt,” she hissed, pounding into her hole relentlessly. The last part of Nami’s body with energy left was the most important part, her dicks, and with minds of their own continued to function long after life had left the rest of her. Cassiopeia still didn’t realize anything was wrong, that she was literally fucking a corpse, since Nami was still twitching and giving feedback, her cocks momentarily coiling around each other before sliding down and wrapping around either side of Cassie’s dicks, squeezing them gently. “Fuck, you are so weird,” Cassie moaned, only wanting to cum now. She felt it building in her groin, and she didn’t hold back, hilting in Nami’s soft fishy parts, spreading her lips one last time into a wide O. The last few desperate spurts of Nami’s cocks floated away into the water, and the blossomed flowers went limp, not fully returning to their original state but with no energy left to flare as before. 
 
A small trail of bubbles gushed from Nami’s mouth.
 
Cassiopeia had fucked people to death before. She was proud of it. This, however, was completely unexpected. Unexpected, making it all the more erotic. The woman started to pound away feverishly at the dead pussy, feeling how it failed to react in any way whatsoever to her motions. She stared into Nami’s vacant eyes, not knowing what she was doing now—She’d never engaged in necrophilia before. She hissed until foam appeared on her lips, mercilessly pounding the dead meat until she could take it no longer, spurting her load deep into the saline vagina of her once-partner. For an instant she wondered if Nami had felt the same way before she died. If their experiences were at all comparable. But, one thing was certain, Nami wasn’t compatible with Cassiopeia after all. Her milt had been spilled, wasted, already washed away in the vast ocean waters. Her efforts had meant nothing, nothing at all.
 
But that didn’t mean Cassiopeia wasn’t compatible with Nami. Her spunk, pumped deep into her human womb, had bore fruit. The tight chamber allowed her sperm to swim eagerly through the medium of the water and slide into every last one of Nami’s unfertilized eggs, the orange roe she held inside her. In truth Nami had never even guessed at the true nature of her physiology, being male and female at the same time, just like the flowers her cocks resembled. 
 
Cassiopeia left the body in the seaweed, which wrapped around Nami’s arms and held her down against the current. A few months later, a thousand tiny water-snakes were born from the eggs Cassiopeia had never even known were there.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
