New Merman and Prince

Chapter 1: Stormy Hook-Up

The storm was fucking relentless that night, black clouds churning like a bad trip, lightning slicing through the sky like a goddamn horror flick. Waves smashed the desolate beach, roaring like they were pissed off, shipwreck debris strewn everywhere—splintered planks, soggy ropes, all fucked up by the sea. In the distance, jagged reefs loomed, dark as hell, watching this shitshow unfold. Eric clawed his way out from under a pile of drenched wreckage, saltwater choking his throat, brown curls plastered to his forehead, dripping like a wet dog. At 25, this seafaring stud was built like a tank—broad shoulders, thick pecs, abs carved like a goddamn statue, tanned skin gleaming under the rain. His ripped sailor pants hung low, a tear exposing his beefy thighs, the soaked fabric clinging to his crotch, outlining a dick that even soft was packing heat—veins popping, head plump, balls hanging heavy like ripe fruit.

He hauled himself up, panting hard, brown eyes sharp with grit and exhaustion, scanning the chaos for a lifeline. The storm had fucked his ship six ways to Sunday, crew gone AWOL, leaving him stranded on this nowhere shore. Rain lashed his chiseled face—sharp jaw, cracked lips spitting out seawater. He stumbled forward, hand groping for a sword that wasn’t there, lost to the deep.

Then, cutting through the howling wind, a low, eerie hum hit his ears, some siren-level shit. Eric squinted, peering toward the shallows where a figure flickered in and out of sight. Moonlight slipped through the clouds, spotlighting something straight out of a fever dream—not human. Silver hair flowed down to a slim waist, swaying in the wind, pale skin glowing against a lean, sculpted chest, tiny pink nipples perked up like candy begging to be sucked. Below, a deep blue tail shimmered with scales, glinting like a million fucking gems. That was Louis, looking 22, face carved like a goddamn angel, green eyes deep as the ocean floor, a secret slit at his tail base teasing something wet and wild.

“What the fuck are you?” Eric rasped, voice shredded by the storm, taking a step closer, fists clenched, ready to throw down.

Louis smirked, tail slapping the water, sending up a spray that sparkled in the dark, scales catching the light like a flex. “Your damn savior,” he shot back, low and snarky, emerald eyes raking over Eric’s dripping chest down to his bulging crotch, lingering like he was sizing up a meal. Exiled from his merfolk crew, Louis had been ghosting these human-free zones forever, hating these intruders but lowkey thirsty for some action. He glided closer, tail brushing Eric’s calf, scales cold as fuck and slick with seawater.

Eric frowned, glancing down where that tail grazed him, a weird itch sparking up his leg. He’d seen some wild shit in 25 years at sea, but this pretty-ass danger fish? New level. “Savior?” he snorted, voice rough, “More like you’re here to snack on me.” He stepped back, tripped over a plank, and crashed ass-first into the sand, pants ripping wide, flashing his thick thighs and that loaded crotch. His dick twitched in the wind, plump head leaking a drop—sea or something else, who fucking knows.

Louis narrowed his eyes, tail curling like a tease, propping himself up on the sand. Silver hair dripped onto his pale shoulders, chest heaving, nipples quivering like they were begging for a bite. “Snack on you?” he chuckled, voice husky as the waves, “Nah, I’m not that hungry.” He reached out, fingers sliding up Eric’s calf, cold but zapping like a live wire, straight to his junk.

Eric’s throat tightened, brown eyes flashing panic. He snatched Louis’s wrist, skin slippery as a damn eel. “Don’t fucking touch me,” he growled, but didn’t let go, heart pounding like a drum solo. Those emerald eyes were too close, deep enough to drown in, and a hot flush crept up his gut. His dick stiffened in the wet pants, veins bulging, balls tightening, like that stare was jerking him off without even trying.

Louis tilted his head, lips curling into a shit-eating grin. “Humans this easy to rile up?” His fingers broke free, sliding up to Eric’s thigh, stopping an inch from that rock-hard bulge. Eric bit down, breath hitching, his dick tenting the soaked fabric, a wet spot blooming from the tip.

“You fucking…” Eric gasped, words choking off. His brain screamed to shove this freak away, but his body was a traitor, that throbbing cock pulsing like it was begging for more. Inside, shame and curiosity duked it out—25 years of blue balls on the high seas, and now this fish-boy’s got me fucked up.

Louis clocked the vibe, emerald eyes glinting with smug-ass victory. Exiled and alone, he’d been iced out by his kind and feared by humans, but this beefy, salty dude? He was waking up shit Louis didn’t even know he had buried. He leaned in, silver hair brushing Eric’s chest, lips hovering by his ear, whispering, “You’re hard as fuck.”

Eric’s face burned, a growl ripping out as he shoved him back, stumbling to his feet. “Get the hell away!” he barked, voice raw with rage, but that boner was a dead giveaway. Louis didn’t chase, just lounged there, tail flicking the water like a lazy flex, emerald eyes tracking him like a predator playing chill.

The storm eased up, thunder fading, waves chilling out. Eric staggered inland, trying to get his shit together. Louis’s stare stabbed his back like a blade, his dick refusing to quit, rubbing against the wet pants, every step a goddamn tease. He glanced back—Louis still there, silver hair glowing in the moonlight, smirking like he owned the night.

“Fuck,” Eric muttered, fists balling up. Saved or screwed? He couldn’t tell anymore.

Chapter 2: Forbidden Tease

Dawn crept in with a faint-ass glow, the storm finally fucked off, leaving a soft, salty breeze drifting through a hidden sea cave. Inside, it’s damp as hell, slimy seaweed plastered to the walls, the ground a gritty mix of sand and stone, waves sneaking in from the entrance, slapping the rocks with a low, horny hum. Eric woke up with a skull-splitting hangover, brown curls a wet mess on his forehead, tanned skin crusted with salt. At 25, this seafaring beast was stacked—broad shoulders, pecs like fucking armor, abs ripped to shreds, bare chest catching the chill, nipples hard as pebbles from the cold. He glanced down—pants trashed, ripped wide open, showing off thick thighs and a crotch loaded with heat, his dick soft but still thicc, balls tight, radiating raw dude energy.

He propped himself up, brown eyes foggy as hell, piecing together last night’s shitstorm—storm, that creepy-ass song, and the fish freak. Looking around, he clocked he wasn’t on the beach anymore but hauled into this cave, wet ship planks piled nearby like someone dragged his ass in here. By the entrance, Louis lounged against a rock, silver hair spilling over pale shoulders, water beads sliding down his lean chest, dripping onto perky pink nipples. At 22-ish, his face was pure art, emerald eyes deep as fuck, tail a deep blue shimmer of scales, that secret slit at the base wet and teasing, like it’d just leaked some juice.

“What the fuck did you do?” Eric rasped, voice bouncing off the cave walls. He stood, his dick brushing the pants, twitching like it’s waking up. Brown eyes locked on Louis, all suspicion and pissed-off vibes.

Louis flicked his gaze up, lazy as shit, tail smacking the water, splashing like a flex. “Saved your sorry ass,” he drawled, lips curling into a smug grin, emerald eyes sliding over Eric’s bare chest, lingering on that bulging crotch. Dragging this dude in last night, he’d caught a whiff of that salty, sweaty man-stink, and it hit him hard—years of exile had him lonely as fuck, and this rough bastard was sparking some nasty itch he couldn’t shake.

“Saved me?” Eric snorted, stepping closer, his beefy frame throwing a shadow like a goddamn wall. “Looks more like you’re setting me up for the chop.” He yanked off his shredded shirt, tossing it aside, sweat and seawater gleaming on his ripped pecs and abs. 25 years riding the waves had him ready for anything, but this fish-boy’s stare—deep, cocky, dripping with thirst—had him overheating. He should shove this freak off, but his dick’s already half-chub, begging for round two.

Louis stayed quiet, gliding closer, tail carving a ripple through the water. He stopped a foot from Eric, silver hair brushing his calf, cold as ice but zapping like a live wire. “Setting you up?” he chuckled, voice low and wavy, “If I wanted you dead, you’d be fish food already.” His hand shot out, fingers tracing Eric’s calf, cold but electric, jolting straight to his junk.

Eric’s throat locked up, brown eyes flashing panic. He grabbed Louis’s wrist, slippery as a damn eel. “Hands off, asshole!” he growled, voice cracking a bit. Those emerald eyes were too fucking close, pulling him under. Heat surged in his gut, pants tenting hard, dick throbbing, tip leaking through the fabric. He clenched his jaw, fighting the shame, but Louis’s fingers slipped free, creeping up his thigh, hovering an inch from that pulsing bulge.

“What the hell you playing at?” Eric panted, voice rough, brown eyes glaring, but the heat in them was a dead giveaway. His chest heaved, nipples aching like they wanted in on the action.

Louis tilted his head, smirking like a little shit. “Just testing how long you can last.” His fingers grazed the edge of Eric’s pants, brushing that hard-on’s outline. Eric groaned low, hips jerking forward, dick jumping, precum soaking the cloth, stinking up the cave. Louis’s eyes narrowed, emerald glinting with a win, leaning in, lips brushing Eric’s ear, breath cold as fuck, “You’re hard this quick? Been edging too long, huh?”

“Fuck!” Eric snarled, shoving him back, stumbling away. His brain’s screaming no, but his body’s all in, that boner ratting him out. 25 years of keeping it locked down, and now this fish twink’s got him unraveling. He ripped off the pants, tossing them aside, standing buck-ass naked, dick swinging free, veins popping, balls tight. “Touch me again, I dare you!” he barked, voice raw with rage and a dare.

Louis didn’t flinch, gliding closer, tail wrapping Eric’s calf, scales scraping like a tease. He looked up, emerald eyes locked on that raging cock, lips twitching. “Damn, that’s a unit.” His hand slid up Eric’s chest, fingers pinching a hard nipple, making Eric grunt, pecs flexing, dick leaking a fat drop onto the sand.

“You…” Eric started, but Louis’s hand cut him off, wrapping around that thicc shaft, stroking once. Eric’s breath hitched, a growl stuck in his throat, balls tingling as Louis’s tail tip brushed them, like a fucking shock. He glared, brown eyes blazing, “You tryna get fucked up?”

Louis laughed low, fingers teasing the tip, smearing precum like lube. “Not dying today.” His voice was rough, tail tightening, scales grinding Eric’s inner thigh, cold and itchy as hell. He leaned in, lips crashing into Eric’s, tongue slipping in, salty and wild, kissing hard, teeth nipping his lip, drawing a hint of blood. Eric meant to push him off, but that tongue was slick as fuck, twisting him up, his hands landing on Louis’s chest, pinching those pink nipples, making Louis moan into his mouth.

What the fuck am I doing? Eric’s head was a mess, 25 years of control shot to shit. He was pissed, horny, lost in it, dick pulsing in Louis’s grip, begging for more. Louis wasn’t much better, loving the power trip but slipping fast, that slit at his tail base dripping wet, juice sliding down his scales into the water.

“You liking this shit?” Louis panted, emerald eyes hazy, thumb circling the tip, slicking it up. Eric clenched his teeth, hips bucking, “Fuck you, shut it!” he growled, grabbing Louis’s silver hair, yanking him down till his lips hovered an inch from that throbbing cock. Louis didn’t fight, tongue flicking out, lapping the tip, salty precum hitting his tastebuds, a low hum buzzing in his throat.

The cave echoed with gasps and splashes, dawn light creeping in, catching their tangled bodies. Eric’s sanity was toast, no clue what he’s doing, just that he can’t stop. Louis licked his lips, emerald eyes locked on him, tail coiling tighter, claiming him like a prize.

Chapter 3: Deep Sea Bang

Dusk rolled in, the sun bleeding red across the waves, shimmering like a damn fever dream on the reef cluster. Water half-soaked the craggy rocks, waves spitting foam like they were pissed, the air thick with salt and seaweed funk. Eric stood knee-deep in the shallows, shirtless and scratched to hell, 25 years of seafaring muscle on full display—broad shoulders, pecs stacked like armor, abs cut like a fucking blade, nipples hard and bruised from last night’s grind. Brown curls stuck to his forehead, face sharp and rugged, brown eyes blazing with rage and horniness. Pants long gone, he’s buck naked, dick swinging heavy, thicc as fuck, veins popping, tip dripping, balls hanging low like they’re ready to unload.

Louis leaned against a reef, silver hair plastered to his pale chest, water trailing down his lean pecs, dripping onto those pink nipples. At 22-ish, his face was pure art, emerald eyes hazy with thirst, deep blue tail flicking, scales glinting in the sunset, that slit at the base wide open, a slick purple dick poking out, leaking shiny juice. They’d been scrapping over some shipwreck metal—Eric wanted it to fix his ride, Louis claimed it as his loot. Shit got physical, bodies slamming, sweat and seawater mixing, tension flipping from beef to straight-up lust.

“Drop it, asshole!” Eric growled, grabbing Louis’s shoulders, his beefy arms flexing hard, trying to shove him off. Louis smirked, tail whipping around Eric’s waist, scales scraping his skin, “This is mine, you fuck off.” His voice was rough, emerald eyes locked on Eric, dripping with want. He’d tasted this dude last night, and now he’s fiending for the full meal.

Eric gritted his teeth, brown eyes flashing, hands slamming Louis onto the reef. Louis’s back hit the rock, a grunt slipping out, silver hair fanning out like a glowing halo. “Fuck you, you’re dead!” Eric panted, dick rock-hard, smearing precum across Louis’s abs. Louis squinted, tail tightening, scales digging into Eric’s sides, stinging but lighting him up like a damn fuse.

“Dead?” Louis laughed low, fingers sliding up Eric’s chest, pinching a stiff nipple, “Looks like you’re the one dying to fuck.” He twisted it, Eric groaning, pecs twitching, a fat drop of precum splattering Louis’s skin. Louis licked his lips, hand diving to Eric’s junk, wrapping around that thicc shaft, stroking slow. Eric bit down, balls jolting as Louis’s fingers grazed them, like a fucking zap, “You little…” he started, but the rush choked him out.

What’s this freak tryna pull? Eric’s head was a shitstorm, 25 years of holding it together gone in a flash, that boner screaming he’s all in. He grabbed Louis’s silver hair, yanking him up, lips smashing into his, kissing hard and sloppy, tongue diving in, salty and wild, teeth nipping till blood mixed in. Louis moaned, tail tip teasing Eric’s balls, cold and itchy as fuck, hand speeding up, thumb circling the tip, slicking it with precum.

“Fuck, that’s too good…” Eric gasped, hips bucking, dick pulsing in Louis’s grip. Louis panted hard, that slit at his tail base a wet mess, juice dripping into the sea. He shoved Eric’s hand off, flipping him over, tail coiling tight, slamming him into the shallows. Water splashed everywhere, Eric flat on his back, beefy body half-submerged, dick jutting up, hard as steel. Louis loomed over, lips sucking Eric’s nipple, tongue swirling, teeth grazing, Eric growling, hands clawing Louis’s shoulders, nails digging into pale skin.

“You a merman or a fucking slut?” Eric panted, brown eyes on fire. Louis grinned, fingers dipping into his slit, scooping out more slick juice. “Find out yourself,” he rasped, grabbing Eric’s hand, guiding it to that hot, wet hole, sucking his fingers in like a vacuum. Eric’s throat locked, fingers plunging deep, Louis trembling, a moan spilling out.

This is batshit crazy, Eric thought, brain fried. He yanked his hand free, hips surging, dick ramming into that tight slit. It gripped him like a vice, squeezing every inch, pure bliss frying his nerves. He roared, pounding hard, hips slapping loud, water splashing their faces. Louis gasped, purple dick grinding Eric’s abs, leaking all over, “Harder… I need it…” his voice shook, tail spasming, locking tighter.

“Fuck, how’s it so tight?” Eric snarled, hands gripping Louis’s hips, slamming in deep. Louis cried out, slit clenching, juice gushing out with the waves. Eric felt the heat hit, dick swelling, balls smacking scales, a guttural roar as cum blasted out, flooding Louis’s slit, spilling into the sea. Louis shuddered, shooting his load, sticky silver splattering Eric’s abs, collapsing on him, tail flopping weak in the water.

Waves washed over them, sun dipping low, painting their sweaty mess red. Eric panted, fingers tangling in Louis’s silver hair, tugging soft. Louis slumped against his chest, emerald eyes half-shut, breaths slowing. “Round two?” he murmured, smirking like a tease. Eric huffed, pinching Louis’s nipple, “Fuck yeah, you’re on.”

He’s hooked, Eric knew he was fucked—couldn’t unfeel this. Louis wasn’t far behind, finding some twisted home in this mess, too stubborn to admit it. They sprawled by the reef, waves lapping their feet, like the sea was cheering their nasty deed.

Chapter 4: Dawn Goodbye

Dawn broke soft, sky barely lit, a thin mist hugging the beach’s edge, waves whispering against the sand, leaving foamy trails. The air was crisp, salty as fuck, distant reefs fading into the haze like ghosts. Eric stood in the shallows, 25 years of seafaring muscle still flexing—broad shoulders, pecs stacked, abs a goddamn roadmap of scratches and hickeys, nipples stiff and raw from last night’s grind. Brown curls hung messy, face rugged, brown eyes heavy with exhaustion and some messy-ass feelings. Buck naked, his dick hung soft but thicc, crusted with dried cum, balls tight against his thighs, skin speckled with salt and sand.

Louis half-dipped in the water, silver hair spilling over his pale chest, beads sliding down his lean pecs, dripping onto pink nipples, some scales flaking off from last night’s pounding. At 22-ish, his face was angelic, emerald-green eyes soft but firm, deep blue tail slapping the water slow, that slit at the base half-closed, dried juice glinting faint. He was headed back to the deep—exiled by his crew, yeah, but craving that wild freedom. Eric had kingdom shit to deal with, fix his boat, get the fuck outta here. This was the endgame.

“You bailing?” Eric muttered, voice rough, brown eyes locked on Louis, fists clenching, knuckles white. Last night had him too deep, and now there’s this hollow ache he can’t shake. Louis looked up, jade-green eyes meeting his, tail rippling the water like a tease. “I’m sea, you’re land,” he said low, lips twitching into a faint smirk, hiding the weariness. He won’t cop to it, but this rough bastard gave him a taste of home he can’t keep.

Eric didn’t say shit, wading in, water chilling his calves like ice. He leaned down, hands cupping Louis’s face, thumbs brushing those sharp cheekbones. “Fuck, you’re just gonna bounce?” he growled, voice raw with pissed-off vibes and something softer. Louis didn’t pull away, lips pressing Eric’s, slow and light, tongue slipping in, salty as hell. Eric’s throat tightened, fingers sliding to Louis’s chest, pinching a pink nipple, making him hum low.

“What’s the point of staying?” Louis panted, pulling back, emerald-green eyes glinting, tail wrapping Eric’s calf, scales scraping soft. “So you can rail me again?” His voice was husky, teasing but tender. Eric smirked, fingers dipping to that tail slit, digging out a bit of leftover slick. “Fuck yeah, you don’t want it?” he shot back, brown eyes burning, dick twitching hard, tip perking up.

Louis shivered, slit wetting up, juice dripping down his scales. He grabbed Eric’s wrist, fingers sliding to his junk, wrapping that half-hard cock, stroking slow. “Want it, so what?” he murmured, jade-green eyes locked on Eric, thumb circling the tip, smearing precum. Eric groaned, balls buzzing as Louis’s tail brushed them, like a damn spark, “You little…” he started, but the heat shut him up.

He can’t let go, Eric’s head screamed. 25 years of solo sea life, and this fish twink carved a hole in him. He snatched Louis’s silver hair, yanking him up, lips crashing hard, kissing rough, teeth biting his lip, drawing blood. Louis moaned, hand pumping faster, dick stiffening in his grip, leaking steady. Eric pulled back, hands gripping Louis’s waist, pinning him to the sand, waves washing over them.

“One last ride,” Eric growled, hips thrusting, dick sliding into that tight slit. It hugged him like a glove, squeezing every inch, frying his brain. Louis gasped, purple dick rubbing Eric’s abs, dripping juice, “Hard… don’t stop…” his voice cracked, tail twitching, locking Eric’s legs. Eric snarled, hips slamming loud, water splashing their faces, going hard, balls smacking scales, dick swelling up.

“Fuck, you grip like a champ…” Eric panted, hands digging into Louis’s waist, pounding deep. Louis yelped, slit clamping tight, juice spurting out with the waves. Eric felt the rush, cum blasting out, flooding Louis’s slit, spilling into the sand. Louis shook, shooting his load, silver slick hitting Eric’s abs, collapsing flat, tail flopping weak in the water.

Waves rinsed them clean, dawn brightening, mist fading. Eric panted, fingers tangling in Louis’s silver hair, soft as hell. Louis slumped against him, emerald-green eyes half-closed, breaths steadying. “If you were a merman,” he whispered, smirking faint. Eric chuckled, kissing his forehead light, “If I was, you wouldn’t be this fucked out.” His voice was rough, laced with something sweet.

He’s stuck on this, Eric knew he’d carry this taste forever. Louis wasn’t better off, finding a fucked-up anchor in this chaos, but it’s gotta end. He slid into the water, tail splashing once, silver hair floating, then gone. Eric stood there, brown eyes staring at the ripples, hand brushing his junk, dick stirring again. “Fuck,” he muttered, turning back to the beach, that hard-on mocking his ass as he walked.

The shore went quiet, just waves humming, like they were spilling tea on this dirty goodbye.

[The End]