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"Hey."
Mylio's eyes bulged. He turned, hand releasing Larya's chin, allowing her to fall on her back. She felt something slick beneath her.
Snatch and Nerka stood there—Snatch holding an armload of fishing pikes, Nerka leaning upon a tall coral growth, as if so exhausted she could barely remain 'standing'.
Nerka was the one who had spoken. She was smiling smugly. "Looks like somebody really can't get enough of the new girl."
Larya craned her neck to look below, dimly wondering what she'd landed on.
Oh.
Orange was completely encased in slick green strands of seaweed. Her form was shaking and gyrating viciously, but any noise she was making appeared to be obscured now by the sheer bulk of kelp covering her head.
Nearby, Blue was in a similar state, though she seemed to have lost energy to do anything by reflexively jerk and orgasm.
"Whoops," she murmured. She shakily rolled off of Orange, landing on her hands and knees. She gave a weak wave of the hand.
The seaweed began retreating, leaving two incredibly winded-looking mermaids behind. They lay there in the sand, gasping for breath. Orange looked up at Larya guiltily. Her voice came out as a whisper. "I'm ... not ... used to being ... on the bottom."
Larya smiled weakly. She beckoned with one finger, and her wooden staff flew to her hand. She used it to slowly get to her feet. "You ... you get used to it."
- COMMENTS
Sothe101over 9 years agoAbsolutely amazing as usual, well worth the wait. I Absolutely can't wait to see what's in that trench, I know you said your jumping to he chosen arc next but come back soon! This is my favorite interpretation of mermaids.
