by LM Brown
“I grew up in Atlantis,” Phoebus said. “My grandparents were from a clan who lived under the northern ice, but they came south because their parents didn’t approve of their mating. My grandfather was from a family who believed in defending themselves from predators, while my grandmother’s family thought that all creatures deserved to be left in peace. They wouldn’t even defend themselves from bears or sharks. They would rather sacrifice themselves and give the rest of the family time to escape. So my grandparents fled south and settled in Atlantis.”
“Are they still there?”
“No, my grandfather returned to the waters before I was born, and my grandmother about five years ago.”
Caspian patted Phoebus’ hand in quiet understanding. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Thank you. What about you? Obviously your parents will still be alive, being immortal, after all.”
“Yes, they are both still with us, though it is possible to kill an immortal. Just because we don’t age and die from natural causes, it doesn’t mean we’re completely impervious to harm.”
“I didn’t realize that.”
“We don’t exactly shout it from the rooftops. Anyway, my father is the God of War and my mother is the Goddess of Fertility, Hearth, and Home. I have one sister, Cari, who is the Goddess of Prophecy. Do you have any siblings?”
“I’m the youngest of four,” Phoebus replied. “I have one sister and two brothers, though my oldest brother prefers the rootless existence of traveling around the oceans.”
“A dangerous way to live,” Caspian said. “I will remember him in my blessings and hope he stays safe.”
“That’s most kind of you.”
“Think nothing of it.”
They continued on their way and the smells of the countryside were replaced by the stench of the city.
“What do you do to pass the time?” Caspian asked.
“I work in the fruit fields. It’s not the most taxing of occupations, but it’s a necessary job.”
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of about working in the fields. Not everyone can handle a spear or trident, and if every merman joined the guards, the inhabitants of the city would soon be starving.”
“I know, but sometimes I think my parents would prefer it if their youngest son were a little more adventurous.”
“Is your second brother in the guards?” Caspian guessed.
“Yes, and my sister, much to the dismay of our parents.”
“I didn’t realize the guards were allowing mermaids in their ranks.”
“They don’t usually, but she defeated every merman in the barracks, including the leader, so they didn’t have much choice in the matter.”
“They could still have refused her.”
“I suppose, but she managed to talk them around. I think her final argument won them over.”
“What was that?”
“That there was one opening and two applicants for the position. It was allow her to join them or be stuck with me.”
Caspian gave Phoebus’ hand a squeeze. “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t mind, not really. I’d only tried out to please my father. I’m much happier in the fields.”
“I could teach you to fight, if you wanted to try out again,” Caspian suggested.
“No, but thank you for the offer.”
Caspian nodded and gestured to the building ahead of them. “Here we are. Last chance to change your mind.”
Phoebus smiled up at him as they approached the entrance. “I’m ready. Just make sure to get me out of there if anyone looks like they may take offence at the presence of a merman.”
“They will be delighted to have your company, just as I am.”
“Flatterer.”
Caspian chuckled and they entered the building.
As they walked through the main entrance, Caspian saw several men eyeing Phoebus with frank appraisal and appreciation. A stab of something like jealousy hit him in the gut. He brushed it aside with a reminder that Phoebus was his guest at the baths.
Phoebus gazed around in obvious wonder. A Roman with the physique of a soldier approached them, his gaze raking over Phoebus with blatant lust. Caspian glared at him and the man quickly departed.
“He was only looking,” Phoebus whispered as they headed farther into the building.
“I would prefer he look elsewhere,” Caspian muttered.
Phoebus chuckled. “It was your idea to come here.”
“And I’m already regretting my choice.”
“We can leave, if you wish?”
Caspian shook his head and sighed. “No, I’m just not used to feeling this way.”
“What way is that?”
“I don’t know, annoyed at other men looking at you as if they’d like to bend you over a bench and take you.”
“Surely you aren’t jealous?” Phoebus asked. “You have more men in your bed in a single night than I’ve had in my entire life.”
“You’ve been asking about me?” Caspian questioned. He wasn’t sure whether to be pleased that Phoebus had taken the trouble to learn about him, or worried about what he might have found out.
“Yes.”
“And what else did you discover?” He really was a glutton for punishment.
“Very little, other than stories of your legendary stamina and the fact that no one holds your attention for longer than a few days—other than your priests, of course.”
“Days? I’ll have you know that many of my lovers have come back to my bed one season after another.”
Phoebus laughed. “There’s no need to become so defensive. With as many men as you’ve taken to your bed, is it so surprising that people cannot keep track of them all?”
Caspian shook off his grumpiness and guided Phoebus to the edge of the bathing pool. “I suppose not. Will it bother you if they gossip about you as well?”
“What would they have to say about me?”
“That you’re one of the rare mermen that I’ve taken into my bed.”
“You’ve bedded other mermen?”
“Yes. Not many, and I’ve never had the pleasure of breaking a mating fever, at least until you. People will notice you spending time with me, and they will surely talk about it.”
“I don’t mind. Do you?”
“No. I’ve never cared what people say about me.”
Caspian unwrapped his toga and let the fabric drop to the floor. His cock, which had been twitching since before he had summoned Phoebus to the grove, was at full mast under Phoebus’ blatant staring.
Phoebus didn’t look away as he undressed. Caspian reached over to take hold of his cock and gave it a quick squeeze. Phoebus glanced around the room.
“No one is watching,” Caspian said. “There are many men here enjoying the same pleasures we are about to. You’ll find Romans are as open about sex as the mer.”
Phoebus relaxed a little and gestured to the pool. “Have you ever been sucked underwater?”
Caspian frowned as he tried to remember whether he had. “No, I don’t believe so.”
“Would you like to be?”
Caspian nodded and released Phoebus’ cock. “Yes, but not immediately. Once you enter the water, everyone here will see you for what you are. I want to enjoy other pleasures with you before then.”
“Such as?”
Caspian picked up their garments and led Phoebus away from the water and into one of the rooms off the main one. He gestured to a high bench. “Climb on here and let me give you a massage.”
Phoebus did as Caspian said and rested his head on his arms with a contented sigh.
Caspian started at his neck and slowly made his way lower, kneading the knots from Phoebus' muscles and causing him to moan with delight.
“Has no one ever done this for you before?” Caspian asked.
“No, never.”
Phoebus closed his eyes when he felt the press of lips against his neck. He shivered in delight and his cock ached.
“You barely know your own body,” Caspian said. “There are so many things I could teach you about the pleasures to be had between two men.”
“Hmm?”
Phoebus felt Caspian’s lips on his spine, inching lower with each soft kiss. When Caspian reached his buttocks Phoebus moved his legs apart without even fully realizing what he was doing.
“You are eager, aren’t you?” teased Caspian, his breath warm against Phoebus’ skin.
Phoebus let Caspian open his legs wider. He moaned when Caspian gently spread his cheeks. When the wet tongue touched him intimately, he nearly shot off the table. Only Caspian’s firm grasp kept him in place.
“That’s it, Phoebus,” Caspian encouraged. “Moan for me, nice and loud. I want the Romans out there to hear you.”
Phoebus had forgotten there was anyone else there.
Caspian continued to lick him, probing him with his tongue and fondling his buttocks.
“Touch me,” Phoebus begged. “Please, Caspian, touch me.”
Caspian chuckled. “I thought I already was.”
“You know what I mean. My cock, Caspian, touch my cock.” Phoebus gripped the edge of the table as he ground his groin against the hard stone.
Caspian, clearly seeing what his aim was, altered Phoebus’ position so he was on his back and unable to bring himself to climax. “You are so young. You have yet to learn the joys to be found from prolonging the pleasure.”
Phoebus reached down for his cock, but Caspian gently slapped his hand away.
“No, my impatient merman. You don’t get to come yet.”
Caspian climbed up onto the step, bringing his erection level with Phoebus’ arse. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Phoebus nodded.
“I didn’t hear you,” Caspian teased. “What was that?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I want you to fuck me,” Phoebus said. “Please, Caspian, fuck me now.”
Caspian nudged his cock against Phoebus’ opening and Phoebus moaned in eager anticipation.
“How badly do you want it?” Caspian asked.
“So much. More than anything. Please!”
Despite his pleading, Caspian didn’t seem inclined to do as Phoebus had asked. He stepped back and leaned down, licking along the length of Phoebus’ cock.
Phoebus bucked up, trying to thrust into Caspian’s mouth, but the god moved out of his reach again.
He was on the brink, desperate for…something. He didn’t know whether he wanted Caspian to suck him or fuck him, but he needed him to do something before he lost control.
Caspian lifted Phoebus’ legs and rested them on his shoulders. “I find these surfaces the perfect height for this,” he said as he lined up his erection with Phoebus’ arse. “Breathe deep and relax.”
Phoebus did as the god had told him and a moment later Caspian began to push his way inside. He opened himself to Caspian, letting the god claim him as his own.
His cock wilted only momentarily. Then Caspian touched him and the pain vanished instantly.
Caspian chuckled at Phoebus’ surprise. “An advantage of being fucked by a god is that he can take away the pain of being breached, leaving you with only pleasure.”
As Caspian thrust into him, Phoebus’ cock hardened once again. He moaned and begged for more. He was vaguely aware of someone else entering the room, only to leave a few moments later. He didn’t care if they stayed to watch. The mer had no aversion to public sex and there had been several witnesses during his first mating season, mostly offering advice as well as their own services in breaking his mating fever. Not one had made the suggestion that he’d needed to hear, each being fairly young and relatively inexperienced.
Not like Caspian. The god was the complete opposite of those fumbling mermen.
Caspian was everything Phoebus could have asked for in a lover.
And you know why that is, don’t you?
The voice of reason reminded him of exactly why Caspian was such a skilled lover. He had no shortage of men eager to warm his bed.
“Is something wrong?” Caspian asked, his thrusts slowing a little.
“No, don’t stop.”
“You’re tense. Try to relax again. You were doing so well.”
Phoebus took several deep breaths and Caspian quickened his pace once more.
“That’s it,” Caspian encouraged. “Now let me hear you moan again.”
Phoebus couldn’t have stopped his noises, even if he’d tried. He had already been told he was a loud lover by two of the witnesses to his first mating season, who had heard his eager cries and come to see who was making them.
It seemed his moans now were having a similar effect, at least if the trio of Romans at the door were anything to go by.
Having an audience didn’t usually excite him, but for some reason it did today. He wondered if they could tell that Caspian was a god and that he was a merman. Did humans have the same kind of stamina as the gods and the mer? Would a human be able to fuck him so thoroughly or would he have tired by now?
“Yes!” he shouted as Caspian changed his angle and hit something inside of him that he hadn’t even realized was there. “Fuck! Caspian, fuck me!”
“He already is,” commented one of the voyeurs, much to the amusement of his companions.
Phoebus laughed along with them. He gasped and moaned as he begged Caspian for more. “Harder, fuck me harder. Caspian, please.”
“If Caspian can’t satisfy you, come over here,” another of the men shouted. “I’ve got a rod you can ride.”
Caspian growled at the comment and leaned in to whisper into Phoebus’ ear. “If you’re even thinking of taking him up on his offer I’ll remove your ability to understand him.”
“Huh?”
“I gave you the power to speak and understand the languages of men before we left the woods. I can remove it just as easily as I can remove your clothes.”
“You’re enough for me,” Phoebus assured him, “as long as you get on with it and stop talking.”
“Demanding little mer, aren’t you?”
Phoebus cast a cautious glance over at their voyeurs, but they didn’t seem to have heard him. “Yes,” he said. “Now fuck me.”
Caspian laughed, but did as Phoebus had ordered.
Phoebus closed his eyes again and let himself feel the pleasure of being filled so completely. He cried out Caspian’s name, over and over, as he met his thrusts. His arse began to ache, but not nearly as much as his cock.
He felt the heat of Caspian’s release in his arse and his own cock pulsed in response. The moment Caspian touched his aching shaft, Phoebus screamed out, his climax robbing him of the ability to speak. All he could do was feel—and he did.
The soreness of his arse. The cramps in his legs. The rough stone beneath his fingers.
But most of all he felt the warmth of Caspian’s embrace.
When he returned to his senses, he found himself curled up in Caspian’s arms and their audience gone.
He moaned, this time at the stiffness of his limbs.
“Come on,” Caspian said as he stood, holding Phoebus in his arms. “The waters in these particular baths are heated and known for their healing properties. A nice warm soak in them will cure those lingering aches and pains in no time.”
“Are you really sure about this?” Phoebus asked as Caspian carried him back into the main room.
“If anyone thinks to harm you, I’ll know, and I’ll get you out of there before they get anywhere near you. Now, I believe you said something about sucking me underwater.”
Phoebus glanced around the room. There weren’t many people there. He thought he recognized one of the men as being part of the group who had been watching them earlier, but he couldn’t say for sure.
He tried not to look at anyone as Caspian stepped into the water and lowered them both beneath the surface.
Phoebus’ fins returned within moments of being submerged and
he kept his eyes firmly on Caspian’s the whole time. As his head broke through the water, he heard a gasp from someone nearby, but he didn’t turn to see who it was. He couldn’t believe he was here, in the middle of a human building, blatantly showing his tail and fins.
“You’re beautiful,” Caspian whispered. “Your tail and fins are unique. I’ve never seen a merman with two-tone fins before.”
“They go with my mismatched eyes,” Phoebus said.
“So they do,” Caspian replied as he stroked the fins lightly.
Phoebus shivered as Caspian touched a particularly sensitive part of his fins and he gasped in pleasure when Caspian did it again.
“Now that’s interesting,” Caspian teased. “I thought the mer couldn’t come when they were in this form.”
“We can’t, but we can still get quite excited when we’re touched in certain places.”
“Like here.” Caspian rubbed his fingers over the place where his fins met his tail, and Phoebus squealed.
The whispers were getting louder and Phoebus ducked under the water so he didn’t have to hear them. He trusted Caspian would get them out of there if he needed to. He just hoped the god could closely monitor the humans at the same time as being sucked.
Phoebus worked his way down Caspian’s body until he reached his cock. As he stroked the stiff flesh, he guessed Caspian must have used his powers to clean them both while he had been recovering from his orgasm. Belatedly he realized that his arse hadn’t hurt as it had done after the solstice and he guessed he had Caspian to thank for that too.
He took Caspian’s cock between his lips and sucked hard. Phoebus had no doubt that his own erection would be back right now if he were in his human form.
He used his hands and mouth to bring Caspian to the brink, then pulled back and gazed up at him through the water.
“You’re a tease,” Caspian said, his voice clear in Phoebus’ mind.
Phoebus nodded and grinned. He wouldn’t apologize for that, especially when Caspian was just as bad.
He took him into his mouth again, licking and nipping at the length as he drove Caspian wild.
“So good,” Caspian said. “My beautiful cock-sucking merman.”
Phoebus chuckled and Caspian began to come. He drank down the god’s seed, swallowing it all, making sure not a single drop went into the water.