by Kelex
One massaged his balls, the other stroked his shaft. He had no idea which hand was which, nor did he care. They both brought him pleasure, as they had before. A droplet of slick leaked from his ass and rolled down the inside of one globe.
Dagr lifted him into a strong embrace and carried him into in another room within the suite. A large bed dominated the room. Oz peeled back the bedding before Dagr lowered him down. Before climbing in with him, they disrobed, flinging clothing in every direction.
Once they were naked, hard, and ready, they approached the bed.
“Wait,” Dagr said, focusing on Oz. “Do you still have that enormous tub?”
Oz frowned. “Yes.”
A smile came to Dagr’s lips. “Big enough for three?”
Oz’s frown faded and ebbed into a wicked smile. “It might be.”
“What is a tub?” Llyr asked.
They both chuckled.
“You’re about to find out,” Dagr said before heading into another room off the bedchamber.
Llyr cocked his head when he heard water. He lifted his stare to Oz. “What is that?”
“Before I ran away, my father had indoor plumbing installed in the castle. Not many homes have it.”
“Indoor plumbing?”
Oz offered a hand. “Just let me show you.”
Llyr took Oz’s hand and was led into the other room. Inside was tiled in white marble, flecked with veins of gray. A candelabra illuminated the room with the help of mirrors on the walls. Llyr gasped as he saw a small empty pool being filled with water flowing from a tube of some kind.
“It’s supposed to be for bathing,” Oz murmured beside him, trailing two fingers up Llyr’s arm. “But perhaps we could have other fun there.”
A shiver raced down Llyr’s spine. “Oh yes.”
Dagr offered a hand, urging him closer. Llyr took it, anticipation filling him. He mounted the two steps that led to the tub before reaching down to test the water. It was warm against his fingers. “Perfect.”
“Good,” Dagr said before helping him inside.
The water only came halfway up his legs, but more continued to flow as the other men climbed in with him. Dagr and Oz sidled up on either side of him and quickly revisited their earlier endeavor—kissing and touching every inch of him. Llyr was only too happy to let them.
Dagr paused, lifting his head. “Can you… you know… with the babies? I won’t harm them.”
“It’s perfectly safe,” Llyr answered with a smile. “Perhaps we don’t get too rough, though?”
“Slow and steady is perfectly fine to me,” Oz said between kisses along Llyr’s neck. “As long as we have you in our arms, I’m happy.”
Llyr smiled, gazing into Dagr’s bright eyes. “And you? Are you happy to have me back, Dagr?”
The man took one of Llyr’s hands and kissed the back of it. “More than you’ll ever realize.”
As the water rose, Dagr leaned in closer and captured Llyr’s mouth. Oz’s lips trailed down to his chest, stopping to suckle a nipple. The sensation sent a current of need through him, ending with a moan. The moan bounced off the walls of the smaller room, engulfing them in the sound of his need.
Once the water covered his lower half completely, the shift took over. His legs stitched together, again becoming his blue-green tail. He flexed it under the water and allowed the bottom fin to flap out of the water. Both men sat back, their stares trailing down moments before their hands touched his scaled flesh.
“Beautiful,” Dagr whispered as his hand ran down Llyr’s upper tail. Dagr lowered his hand to where Llyr’s cock jutted out. “This is different.”
“Not entirely,” Llyr whispered, glancing down at where Dagr stroked him. Gone was the human cock he’d had while under the Enchantress’ spell. In its place was the longer, thinner shaft of dark red that swelled thicker at the base—what all mermen had. “It works pretty much the same.”
“It almost looks like a tentacle,” Oz whispered.
Dagr groaned. “A tentacle… without the suckers.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Llyr asked, worry filling him.
“Oh no,” Oz said quickly, adding his hand to Llyr’s shaft and stroking as well. “Most definitely not a bad thing.”
Llyr smiled as they continued to caress him, their curiosity quite entertaining. Even better when they shared licks over the tapered head.
“No balls?” Oz said.
“No, they stay inside the pouch.”
Dagr lowered a hand to the base of Llyr’s cock and the flap of scaled skin that opened when he was hard. “This is your pouch?”
“Yes… it will close to cover me completely when I’m not hard.” He chuckled. “Which is why we have no need for clothing.”
“But what about your bottom?” Dagr asked, frowning. “Is that gone?”
Llyr rolled in the water to show them there was nothing to worry about. “I still have a butt for your hands to warm.”
The scales started close under his cheeks. His humans played with the two globes, massaging them and spreading them apart to display the tight, puckered flesh between. Slick oozed out and into the water, some remaining to coat his hole. Dagr and Oz’s fingers toyed with his asshole, each man slipping one in each to spread him apart.
Llyr moaned, his head pressing against Oz’s shoulder. They held his hips. He struggled to writhe against their probing fingers as he craved. Kicking his fin, he forced their fingers deeper, as he wanted.
“Are you needy, my omega?” Oz asked, his voice low.
“Yessss,” Llyr hissed. “You can explore later.” He sighed against the sensation of their fingers filling him, but he desired more. “I need you both. Now.”
“Ask and ye shall receive,” Dagr whispered before rolling Llyr to the side.
Dagr slid Llyr astride him. Llyr wiggled his bottom over Dagr’s hard cock, feeling it slide between his cheeks. Slick coated Dagr’s shaft before he pressed the head of it against Llyr’s anus. Slowly, Llyr sank onto Dagr’s root, moaning as he lowered himself down. “That’s so good.”
“My gods,” Dagr rumbled, his hands shaking at Llyr’s hips. “So good.”
Oz eyed them, stroking his cock. “We can’t both have you like this.”
“The hell you can’t,” Llyr said before reaching for Oz. “Kneel like you would if I had two legs.”
Oz moved into position, kneeling as Llyr lifted his tail. He laid it on the man’s shoulder, lifting his ass enough for them to share him.
“See,” Llyr said with a grin.
Oz smiled and immediately positioned himself better. He angled the head of his cock down and thrust slowly, joining Dagr. Once they were all joined, Llyr moaned, reveling in the feel of his mates inside him. Their shafts throbbed, aching with life.
Aching with need.
Gradually, the men stirred, pumping and thrusting in concert. Llyr gripped Oz’s arms to steady himself against the potent thrusts. He rested his head back on Dagr’s shoulder, luxuriating in their touch to his true form.
Another first.
They’d had him as human, now they took him as mer.
The pair drove into him leisurely, their movements deliberate. He could tell they wished to be gentle with him—likely because of the young growing inside him. Oz’s hands stroked his burgeoning belly as they filled him.
Their collective moans grew with every thrust. Heat built low, at the base of Llyr’s spine. He realized an orgasm approached, but he fought it… desiring the moment to last longer. Llyr bit his lip… the inside of his cheek… but still it rushed closer. Arching his neck, he gasped at the convulsing shudder crashed into him. Llyr bellowed, shooting cum over the swell of his belly in thick spurts. His body clenched, as the aftereffects raced through him—leaving him gasping for air.
Oz trailed his fingers through the fluid before bringing them to his lips. He held Llyr’s gaze as he licked the salty essence from his fingers and moaned—his eyelids drifting closed for a moment. Dagr kiss
ed his throat, ear, and head, whispering soft sounds to soothe him after his release.
After a few moments, they increased their tempo. Just a bit, but he sensed they neared the edge themselves. Their grunts and thrusts grew sharper, their fingertips sinking into his flesh with a bit more bite. He could see Oz searching for release, his expression tightening. The cords on his neck and shoulders tightened, the muscles pushed to the extreme.
Under him, he could sense the same marked tension. Dagr’s beleaguered breathing had shorted to pants and gasps for air.
Oz was the first to roar, his head falling back and mouth open wide. He filled Llyr, the heat building inside. Dagr stiffened under him, triggered by Oz’s release. The man shuddered under him before whispering a curse. A cry rent from his lips, fingertips sharp… as he came inside Llyr.
They panted, drawing in great lungfuls of air as they came back down from the heavens. As they withdrew from Llyr, they rolled and lay on their sides in the warm water, cocooning him between their strength. He smiled, thoroughly sated and happy to be back in their arms. And once more claimed by flesh.
“That… was amazing,” Dagr whispered between pecks on Llyr’s neck.
“So you like this form, do you?”
“Yes. Unequivocally, yes,” Oz answered before glancing at Dagr. “I hope I speak for us both?”
Dagr chuckled. “You do.”
“Good,” Llyr said, breathing a sigh of relief. “I was worried you would dislike my true form… and not find it attractive.”
“You’re more attractive,” Dagr said. “Because this is the real you.”
Llyr nuzzled against Dagr’s chest, smiling. “I’m happy to hear you say that.”
Suddenly a burst of energy shot through the room like a wave.
“What was that?” Oz asked, frowning. “Did you feel it, too?”
Dagr sat up in the tub, worry in his expression. “Magic.”
“Oh, fuck,” Oz cried.
They both turned to him, watching as his legs stitched together under the water… and transformed into a golden, scale-covered tail.
“What the hell?” Oz asked, concentrating on Llyr. “Did you do this?”
“No!” Llyr said, confused. Yet he was unsure. Had sex in his mer form caused a latent gift to exhibit? “At least… I don’t think so.”
“Will my legs come back?” Oz asked, looking frantic.
Llyr shrugged. “I have no idea.”
“Help me out of the water,” Oz barked at Dagr, his tone tense.
Dagr bounded from the tub and lifted Oz to the side. Oz awkwardly flipped his tail over the edge—and the tail soon disappeared once outside the watery confines.
“Thank the gods,” Oz whispered.
“Would it be so terrible to be a merman?” Llyr asked, a bit hurt by Oz’s distress.
Oz faced the tub and ran a hand through Llyr’s damp curls. “No… it just took me by surprise. I had no idea I’d suddenly sprout a tail… without warning.”
“Well… your uncle was going straight to my brother when he left. Perhaps the exile was lifted,” Llyr said.
“What does that have to do with me?” Oz asked.
“Depending on the power of the curse, it could be passed down to generations of someone’s family. Queen Deandra’s tail was stolen from her when she was exiled, so she might not have been able to pass that part of herself to you. Perhaps breaking the curse will allow your mer side to flourish now.”
Oz smiled broadly. “So I could swim the ocean depths?”
“Potentially,” Llyr said, relieved to see Oz’s anticipation grow.
“I’m once again jealous,” Dagr said, the grin on his lips belying any true envy. “Imagine the adventures the two of you could go on.”
“There are spells that could allow you to travel with us,” Llyr said. “I’d only have to ask the Enchantress.” He paused, a thought occurring. “There’s something I should probably tell you, Dagr.”
Dagr’s smile faded some. “Yes?”
“King Claus has a sorceress of his own. She helped bring down my father.”
“And?”
“She claims to be your mother.” Llyr gave his words a moment to sink in. “I met her… she has your smile. I believe she is who she says she is.”
“Why did she never come find me?” Dagr choked out as he slid back into the tub, a numb expression on his face.
“She’s unable to leave the water. Not even to break through the surface. So she had no way to return to you… but she is alive and well under the sea.”
Dagr met his stare. “I want to see her.”
“You will. I will find a way to get you down to her. A spell… something,” Llyr said.
Dagr reached out and clasped hands with Llyr. Llyr brought Dagr’s hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.
“King Claus said that your father paid the ultimate price. And now… you said Dagr’s mother helped bring him down. Is he… dead?”
Llyr nodded, a little knot forming in his stomach. He gazed down at where Dagr squeezed his hand. “Yes.”
“Are you… okay?” Oz asked.
He sighed and lifted his chin. “My father never truly had any love for me. Prawnsby was more a father than King Augustine.” He paused. “A lifetime of lies was all he gave me. I can only feel a vague numbness now that he’s gone.” He smiled wanly. “His death heralded both my freedom and our reunion, so there is something bittersweet about being here. Something terrible had to occur in order for me to find joy.”
Oz sank back into the tub, too. He caressed the side of Llyr’s cheek. “I’m so sorry for what you must’ve gone through. Learning of his lies and what he robbed from you.” Oz pressed a small kiss to Llyr’s forehead. “But you’re here with us now. And you—Blimey! It will take some time to get used to that.” Oz’s legs shifted into a tail again and he chuckled, splashing his tail. “Sorry. I ruined the moment.”
Llyr snuggled closer to his merman. “You ruined nothing.” He drew Dagr closer, snuggling between them. “This is my heaven… between the two of you. Loving me.”
Dagr caressed his expanded belly. “Because of you… we can all be happy. Together. And I love you for that gift, Llyr.”
“A family. A legacy I can be proud of.” Oz turned to face Llyr. “All because of you. There are no words to describe how happy you’ve made me.” He looked to Dagr. “Us. You’ve made us whole.”
They squeezed him tight. His heart was so full, he could scarcely contain it. Running a palm down his stomach, he closed his eyes. He was brimming with happiness. They would be a family. One of both sea and land.
“So when can we go for a swim?” Oz asked excitedly. “How far is it to find the Enchantress? I need to see Dagr in a tail.”
Llyr chuckled. “How about we go for a morning swim at the beach? Late morning, though. Because I plan to keep my mates up late into the night. We have time to make up for.”
“Indeed,” Dagr murmured before stealing a kiss.
“I suppose I can wait… if that’s what I get in its place,” Oz replied before stealing two kisses of his own.
“How about we move this to the bed?” Dagr asked after Llyr and Oz got their fins entangled. “Until Ozzy learns how to use that thing better?”
Llyr laughed. “Agreed.”
Oz ran toward the seashore, feeling like a child on Yuletide morning. In fact, it was a gift he’d be getting, in some ways. The sun was barely over the horizon, the sky ablaze with pinks and purples. And it was cold. Too cold for a swim, but he didn’t care.
Llyr and Dagr soon caught up with him and stopped at the edge of the surf.
“I did say late morning, did I not? It’s just past the crack of dawn, Ozzy,” Llyr muttered.
“You expect me to waste a glorious morning waiting to use my tail? We can sleep later!”
Since they had snuck through the old tunnels, they’d come out to the more private cove where he and Dagr had once played when they’d been lads. Oz strip
ped off the soft linen shirt he’d tugged on haphazardly before shoving his breeches down and over his bare feet.
“Come on! Get naked,” he commanded joyfully.
“I’m not swimming in that frigid water,” Dagr said, crossing his arms over his chest and hitching his chin up dismissively.
“Scared your peter will shrink into your body?” Oz asked with a laugh.
“Oh, come in with us. It’ll be invigorating,” Llyr said.
“I’m not a merman. Nor cold-blooded,” Dagr said, shaking his head.
“Spoilsport,” Oz sputtered before running for the waves. The first blast of icy water nearly took his breath away. As he waded in, his body grew more accustomed to the temperature. Llyr waded in, too. Oz spun and waved at Dagr—who’d at least moved closer to the surf—and he felt the shifting of his legs.
They pulled together, and he lost balance. He splashed into the water fully and struggled to pull himself out. The waves pounded him back under—and without his feet to help him rise, his lungs burned for air. His mouth opened, sucking in water. Pushing, he tried to come up for air.
But suddenly realized… he was breathing.
He experienced an odd flowing sensation behind his ears. Reaching back, he felt something akin to gills. The water flowed through them and he was able to breathe as they did.
Llyr was suddenly right before him. “Are you okay?”
But, Llyr’s lips never moved.
How did he do that?
“We talk telepathically underwater,” Llyr replied. “Think of something you wish to ask and I’ll hear you.”
What if I think something I prefer you not to hear?
Llyr smiled. “Then don’t project the thought. You’ll get the hang of it. In time.”
This was amazing. They swam out a little distance, under the waves crashing above. Oz was shocked with how naturally the swimming came to him, after those initial frightening moments. He tensed his tail and propelled himself forward, at a speed that shocked him. As he slowed, Llyr swam, spinning around him gracefully.