Lucy
I’m going to come. More than come. I’m going to shatter and fall apart around his cock. With every grinding, humping motion I make, the bindings rub against my pussy. The bindings are split open, like undergarments with no crotch, but there is an infernal little knot centered right at the apex of my thighs. Every time Helios slides in, I grind against that nub and get closer to a detonation inside my soul.
He senses my need. He thrusts harder and faster, simple mechanics overwhelming my divine body.
“Fucckkkkk…” I invoke the old human exclamation of desire as the inevitable climax rushes over me, starting in my toes and slamming through my body all the way to the roots of my hair. I convulse against my bonds, trying to stretch, needing my freedom. But there is no freedom, just captive orgasm.
He is not done with me.
It happens again.
And again.
He uses the grip my bonds afford him to draw me forward and backward along the shaft of his cock. He is so fucking long, and so fucking hard, and now that I have come a couple of times, and my sex is sensitive, puffy, wet, and all too swollen, each thrust is that much more intense.
I start to whimper softly, and then to whine. My sounds of complaint seem to make him harder and thicker. I hear his grunts intensify as he pulls me onto his cock harder and shoves me forward faster. I can hear my pussy being impaled repeatedly on his dick, a wet slapping sound which makes my toes curl with a particular kind of excited shame and pain.
He lets out a roar as he comes, just as my own whimpers start to peak. His orgasm is far more powerful than any of mine. He pulls me down hard on his cock, and he fills me with his essence. It is hot and it is abundant and I feel it slipping out of me as it overflows.
My mother has told me many times what happened to her, how she slept with my fathers and then Raine and I emerged from her. My sister too, has given birth. I feel Triton’s seed inside me, his essence deeper than anything else has ever been, and I know that my belly could also swell because of this.
“Unshinghen,” he utters the word and the bindings release of their own accord. I am free, suddenly and all too completely. It feels like a relief when he wraps me in his arms and holds me close and I get that sense of controlled captivity again, the sweetness of being held and cherished.
“Do you know what you have done to me?” I ask the question when I can form words again.
“What have I done to you, sweet princess?”
“You have given me your seed.”
“Ah,” he smiles. “Yes, I have.”
“Your essence could make a mother of me.”
“Yes. It could.” He runs his fingers lightly through my hair. “I hope it does. I would like to see you swell with my seed. You will be even more beautiful when ripe.”
I feel a tingle, knowing that this very moment, I may be in the process of being bred by Triton. His come is inside me still, swimming deep inside my own personal ocean.
“I don’t think I am ready. It changed Raine completely…”
“You will have time to adapt and adjust. It is not often that the first time results in conception. I will have to breed you time and time again. I will have to make sure you brim with my essence day after day…”
As he speaks, his fingers brush lightly over my sex. He touches my ravaged lips ever so lightly and tenderly, reminding me how it was when he was inside me, how hard and rough he was capable of being.
Triton is far darker than I imagined. Far stronger, too. He is a creature of literal hidden depths, and now I am his in a way I will never be anybody else’s.
I lie in his arms, enjoying his caresses, wondering what will yet become of me. This is only my first day in Undersea and already I have been punished and deflowered. What could tomorrow bring?
6
Lucy
I do not sleep, and neither does Undersea. The city glows day and night, and is always rich with activity, though it changes depending on the hour. In the days following our coupling, Triton and I settle into what might consider a routine. I am ravaged regularly, giving my body to him night after night, day after day,
But passion alone is not enough. I cannot forget the surface, and what is happening there. I cannot forget the reason I feel so incredibly good in Triton’s arms is because there is a war going on above.
I try to forget, though. I try to forget because there’s nothing to do but forget. I think that’s half the reason our lovemaking is so regular and so desperately passionate.
One afternoon, I lie in his arms and look out the window where the city of Undersea lies.
“If I promise not to swim away, can I go into the stores? There must be stores down there, right? Places where you can buy things?”
“Things like what?”
“I don’t know, like clothes.”
Triton gives me a look under his raised brow. “I do not know what clothing you’ll be interested in. It is mostly for the merpeople. They don’t have much in the way of bottoms.”
“You mean the sea elves.”
“I mean the merpeople. The mermaids and the mermen. The people of the sea.”
“The elves of the sea.”
He quirks a brow at me. “You’re arguing just to argue, aren’t you.”
“Maybe. But there’s nothing in my room. I mean literally nothing. If I’m going to live down here, I need some things.”
“Oh, things? What kind of things?”
“Pretty things. Decorative things. Dresses. And a closet to put them in. And a bed… so I can rest. Don’t you like pretty things?”
“You’re the only pretty thing I need.”
He’s being flattering, but in a way which deserves, and earns, a thorough eye roll.
Triton
Humans love their things. Gods are not so concerned with material possessions. Something about understanding matter as being fundamentally temporary, and also not actually needing anything made of it tends to make one seem above it all.
Anything which makes Lucy feel happier here has value. I will buy her a thousand trinkets if they are sufficient distraction from the battle going on above the water.
“Yes,” I say. “Let’s go shopping.”
No eternal, ancient god thinks his last words are going to be let’s go shopping, but mine might be.
Lucy’s shopping stamina might be the greatest power I have ever seen expressed by a goddess. We have been going from store to store for hours now. Undersea has thousands of little shops. Each of the families in the city has its own outlet, so we could potentially be here for days and days.
“This!” Lucy declares, pulling a gown from a line of similar gowns. “I will die if I do not have this exact dress!”
She’s forgotten about the war, apparently. Blue sea silk evidently has that effect on her.
My arms are filling up. I have already had to enlist two courtiers to hold the excess of her purchases. This is a very good day for the shopkeepers, among whom the word of the royal shopping spree has already spread.
Purveyors are putting out their most expensive and finest items, and Lucy is demanding to buy every single one of them. I will not deny her anything. I want her to know that I will give her the world if that is what she wants.