Oz Beach Boy Lured By Mermaid

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

This is an entry in the

2024 Literotica Geek Pride Story Event

, so I'd really appreciate it if you could take the time to leave a score. This story features my recurring character Matt (a muscular, well-hung, twenty-something male exhibitionist) serving as the muse for his ex-girlfriend Odessa Prince (a beautiful twenty-something cosplay enthusiast and amateur fantasy author) to write a tale about a violent warrior being lured underwater by a mermaid. This is a follow-on from my three-part "Conan The Barbarian"-style fantasy tale "Oz Beach Boy The Barbarian Ch. 1-3." This story features CFNM, female-of-male body worship, violence, and man-mermaid sex. There is much talk of past extreme violence, femdom, and sexual activity. This is a complete work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen. Please note: the fantasy story begins after a brief contemporary introduction. I am endeavouring to gradually write a CFNM "Oz Beach Boy" story in every Literotica category. This entry: "Non-Human".

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It was a typically hot, dry summer day in Tempe, Arizona. Australian ex-pat Odessa Prince smiled down at the nude video of her handsome, heavily muscled ex-boyfriend Matt.

Sitting on her bed, Odessa watched lustfully as the phone footage showed Matt slowly walking out of the cool ocean water of Little Congwong Beach in Sydney, an unofficial nude spot the couple had visited on several happy, sexy occasions.

Matt's powerful muscles rippled, and his smoothly waxed, deeply tanned skin dripped with water, as he walked out of the ocean and moved slowly toward Odessa, who was sitting on the sand naughtily filming his every naked move.

"I feel totally objectified," Matt's deep, sexy, sonorous voice pealed out from the phone's speaker.

"Just like you should be, Matt...you're a hunk," came Odessa's reply, "and you know it, babe. You're just disappointed there aren't a hundred more women here to check you out in the nude."

"I stand convicted," Matt replied. "You've got me, gorgeous."

Odessa gazed down at Matt's enormous, uncut, flaccid penis, which hung down almost to his knees, and slapped amusingly from thigh to thigh as he walked. Matt's equally outsized, low-hanging balls swung sweetly beneath his monstrous member, two smoothly waxed manly orbs with their own curious sense of movement and rhythm. What a sight he was!

Alone in Tempe, Arizona where she was caring for her sick mother, Odessa often turned to her many videos and photos of exhibitionist Matt for a little fun and solace. Far from her home in Australia, the sexy images warmed both Odessa's heart and loins.

Handsome, muscular Matt was a very, very sexy guy. Odessa still had intense feelings for Matt, and enjoyed indulging in regular sensual thoughts and fantasies with him at their glorious centre. Despite their break-up, Matt was still Odessa's go-to when it came to masturbation.

Though Odessa missed sex-addicted, exhibitionist Matt, she didn't regret breaking off her relationship with him. Odessa had to move to the US to look after her ill mother, and there was no place in that scenario for Matt's kinky, perverted sexual desires.

Though a sweet, fun, caring guy, Odessa's constant revelations about Matt's past sexual adventures had also begun to frustrate and upset the open-minded beauty more than she would have liked to admit. Odessa Prince had no choice but to end it.

Watching the nude video of Matt was making Odessa very horny, but it was stoking her creative juices just as much as her womanly ones. It had been a while since amateur author Odessa had submitted a story to "Sex, Dragons, Dungeons & Death", an amateur fantasy fiction website which platformed violent sword-and-sorcery storytelling filled with lurid, graphic sex scenes. While looking at wet, naked Matt with the glistening ocean behind him, ideas swirled saucily through Odessa's dark-maned head.

With a smile, Odessa got up from her bed and walked over to her desk and laptop. Odessa was still dressed in her full Wonder Woman costume, and she naughtily opted to keep it on. The enthusiastic cosplayer had been earning a little extra money lately by shooting videos for the website Shout-Out, whereby customers could pay a fee for various low-level celebrities to record video messages for them.

As well as celebs, there were also a lot of lookalikes and cosplayers on Shout-Out. Odessa's close physical resemblance to gorgeous American actress Lynda Carter, who famously played Wonder Woman on the 1970s TV show, had seen her become very popular, with the keen cosplayer usually recording three or four video messages a day on her phone in her screen-accurate Wonder Woman costume.

At twenty dollars a pop for a three-minute video, it was a very easy gig. It also gave Odessa a reason to dress up as Wonder Woman, which always made her happy. On top of that, Odessa also liked the idea of making fellow comic-book fans happy by sending them birthday wishes and various congratulatory messages. The beautiful brunette always put a lot of effort into her videos, but she still almost felt guilty taking money for them.

With a smile, Odessa adjusted her gold tiara, pushed up her big breasts in her red-and-gold eagle-bedecked bustier, and then sat her curvy, star-spangled butt down at her desk. Odessa propped up her phone against a stack of Tigra comic-books, and scrolled through her images until she found the perfect still photo of Matt. Naked and wet at the water's edge with his longish sandy brown hair dripping and the sun glinting off his slick skin and huge penis, Matt was a true vision of raw, raunchy, sexy masculinity.

Her beautiful brow furrowed in concentration, Odessa Prince opened up a new document and then began to type. In the cool quiet of her air-conditioned bedroom, Odessa returned to the violent, brutal, sexy, fantasy world of the powerful barbarian warrior Matt-Sharakh. With a creative sense of fury, Odessa Prince wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote...

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"A Warrior Naked In The Depths"

By Odessa Prince

Amanzi Onda rocketed through the cool water of the ocean, her tail sweeping gracefully up and down behind her. The raven-haired beauty's fleshy womanly orbs were pressed back into her bare torso by the pressure of the movement. Amanzi's brow furrowed with concentration as her lithe, pale-skinned arms cut through the heaving water with ease.

Followed by her equally fast-paced swarm of cephalopod protectors, Amanzi Onda followed the sounds of anger and violence that had sliced through the water from the surface and into her fine-tuned ears.

Both perennially in danger and always on the search for amusement and sustenance, the wary but ever-curious Amanzi Onda darted from her home in The Caves Of Dani and swam upwards and upwards until the brightness of the sun finally pierced the thundering waves that crashed above her.

To a chorus of surface-dweller shouts, screams and frenzied laughter, Amanzi Onda slowly, carefully broke the surface of the water with the top of her head, but remained hidden and undetected in the wild surf.

Her luminous blue eyes wide with curiosity and fascination, Amanzi saw a large boat dwarfing a much smaller one in the heavily rolling sea. Waving swords and axes, the crew of the larger boat leapt onto the smaller craft, which was captained by a lone man, who had a large, black horse tethered at the back of the vessel.

Despite the far superior number of raiders leaping onto his vessel, the lone sailor remained calm and still. A towering, muscular, hulking brute, the sailor looked very much like a man to be feared. From her watery perch, Amanzi looked with great interest at the dark, thick animal skins that formed the sailor's dress, and the leather strapping that held it all together. A fur loincloth covered his manly parts.

The lone sailor's legs were bare, and his feet were encased in thick boots of fur and twine. At his hips were sheathed two strange curved blades, while a thick broadsword was strapped across his shoulders. A huge axe and short-spear sat nearby on the deck of the boat.

The lone sailor wore the shining white skull of some strange surface-creature as a helmet, its fangs nestled tightly into his brow. With his intense brown eyes, fine features, long hair, and heavily muscled body, Amanzi could not help noticing that this sailor was also a man of great physical beauty.

Amanzi Onda wanted this lone seafarer, but he did not look like most of the sailors she had lured to their watery deaths...this man looked far, far more dangerous than any seafarer Amanzi had taken down to the depths before.

As the large number of shrieking, crazed, wild-looking men and women of the far bigger boat landed on his vessel and ran toward the lone sailor, Amanzi's suspicions about his dangerous nature were confirmed.

Wielding the strange curved blades at his sides, the lone sailor moved with incredible grace and speed, swinging the weapons with extraordinary precision. Incredibly strong, the warrior hit his targets again and again, sending blood flying into the air and dismembered bodies tumbling to the deck of the boat.

Amanzi Onda watched with fear and excitement. She scrutinised the battle carefully, unsure of when to intervene. The dark-maned beauty wished for her womanly sustenance soon. Amanzi Onda had chosen this bold, brave, lone warrior to pleasure herself with, and she would wait for her moment to strike.

One of the few surviving members of the undersea kingdom of The Mizu Raa, a race of highly intelligent, water-living, predatory women with the tails of fish and upper bodies like those of the surface-dwellers, Amanzi Onda gained her strength and power by feasting on the small, mindless creatures that swam through the vast oceans in which she warily but happily made her home.

Despite the abundance of mindless sea creatures, the favoured prey of The Mizu Raa had always been the far more complex surface-dwellers...of the delectable manly variety. Cunning, strong, intelligent, and keenly aware of the world around them, the knowledge and emotions of the manly surface-dwellers were tapped by The Mizu Raa after they'd taken their womanly pleasure with them.

Once sexually toyed with, and then exploited for their energy and knowledge, the manly surface-dwellers were eventually consumed for their tasty, nourishing flesh. The manly surface-dwellers were a valuable and much sought-after resource, and Amanzi Onda would feast on this lone warrior for many tides.

"We have you, war-dog!" shrieked one of the wild-man raiders to the lone warrior. "We are too many!"

"You are ours," yelled another. "You belong to us! Your body will decorate our ship's mast! You cannot kill us all!"

The crazed marauder was indeed correct. Covered almost from head to toe in the blood of his freakish-looking attackers, the lone warrior fought bravely and with great skill, but he was unable to hold back the swarm of ferocious raiders, who numbered at least forty.

On the surface land, with more room to move and flee, the lone warrior may have had a chance...but on the small, confined boat, even his deathly skills were not enough to save him. Amanzi's beautiful lone warrior was surrounded...and doomed.

In a few terrifying moments, the lone warrior was then engulfed by the swarming raiders, who finally disarmed him after a long, violent struggle, throwing his curved, crimson-drenched blades to the deck of the boat. His muscles bulging and straining, and his smooth skin soaked with blood, the lone warrior was restrained by a horde of the raiders, who held his powerful arms and legs in place.

Despite his deadly predicament, the lone warrior surprisingly showed no sign of fear or desperation...a slight smile even played at the corner of his lips. Did this man welcome death? Amanzi Onda was fascinated...and she prepared to strike.

"We have him!" came the shrill call of a muscled, wild-haired, axe-wielding woman who suddenly emerged from the crazed horde, announcing herself as its unlikely leader. "We have the great warrior...Matt-Sharakh!"

So, the now hopelessly captured lone warrior was called Matt-Sharakh...a strong, fierce name befitting such a brave and relentless fighter. Amanzi Onda had taken the bodies and memories of many, many surface-dwellers, and she had never bristled with as much excitement as she had over Matt-Sharakh, a surface-dweller who appeared to have enough strength and power to challenge even The Mizu Raa.

The Mizu Raa were amongst the most powerful inhabitants of The Gilded Sea, and they wielded this power with brutal force and arrogance. They feasted on smaller creatures, and used their mind-songs to control the movements of larger, more sentient ones.

Opening their mouths and releasing sweet, beautiful music through the crystalline watery depths, the paradisical sounds of The Mizu Raa were like a dazing tonic, dulling the senses and thoughts of those that came under their aural spell.

Cold, superior, and unfeeling, The Mizu Raa used their collective mind-songs to enslave The Gulgaran, a lumpen, doltish, slothful, simple-minded race of slowly lumbering sea creatures. Under the control of The Mizu Raa, The Gulgaran toiled to construct huge spires of coral, pearl, and whale-bone, creating a glorious undersea city for their scoffing, arrogant mistresses.

From this city, The Mizu Raa would race to the surface whenever they sensed boats or surface-dwellers moving above them. Using their mind-songs, The Mizu Raa would lure the manly surface-dwellers from their boats and into the sea, where they were used for their sensual nature, the flesh of their bodies, and the value of their memories.

From their victims, The Mizu Raa learned much of the surface world, and eventually knew it to be a place of war, pain, cruelty and suffering. Surface-dwellers were cunning, deceptive and domineering, and The Mizu Raa were careful to never reveal themselves to those who lived above. If the surface-dwellers ever discovered the undersea city of The Mizu Raa, it would undoubtedly be destroyed from above and then mined for its substantial riches.

Those who lived on the surface were viewed principally as sustenance, but also as potentially dangerous, threatening enemies to be feared and carefully observed. The Mizu Raa treated the surface-dwellers with contempt, but also with a forced kind of respect.

No such respect, however, was afforded the lumpen, doltish Gulgaran...and it would ironically be these simple, hapless, hopeless creatures who brought about the end of the reign of the far superior Mizu Raa, and not the far more threatening surface-dwellers.

Blinded by their own beauty and hubris, The Mizu Raa slowly began to treat The Gulgaran with greater contempt and more perverse cruelty, hunting the lumpen creatures for sport and humiliating them for no other purpose than their own imperious amusement.

But even while under the powerful spell of The Mizu Raa mind-songs, The Gulgaran festered quietly in doltish anger, and dreamed of escape and revenge. When The Mizu Raa began brutally removing the manly attributes of The Gulgaran for their perverse entertainment, the path to the downfall of the haughty undersea beauties was laid.

The agonising indignity of their emasculation was too much even for the witless Gulgaran. A horde of them escaped The Mizu Raa -- who did not even think The Gulgaran capable of such a feat, and barely bothered to guard them -- and set about raising an army of their far-flung brethren, along with various other similarly put-upon creatures of The Gilded Sea. When word of The Mizu Raa's brutality and arrogance spread, the army grew and grew and grew until it had no equal.

This huge, marauding mass of low-witted sea life savagely swarmed the beautiful coral city of The Mizu Raa, and attacked its horribly hubristic denizens with the kind of fury and rage possessed only by the wrongfully, cruelly oppressed and harshly exploited. Their assault was hideous in its brutality.

The Mizu Raa fought back valiantly, but their arrogance had left them wholly unprepared. Even their powerful mind-songs were no match for the great number of creatures that attacked them, and the fevered force with which they struck.

The great coral city was sacked, and The Mizu Raa were ripped apart. Their flesh and organs were devoured by the horde, with only their beautiful, prized heads spared, which were then ecstatically mounted on the sharp ends of whale-bones in celebration of the great defeat.

Once home to the most powerful, beautiful creatures in The Gilded Sea, the great coral city eventually provided shelter to a limp, sluggish, brackish populace of small-minded sea creatures with no real idea of what they had so violently but justifiably stolen. Where beauty had once reigned, the great coral city now slithered and swarmed with eels, sea slugs, cephalopods, crabs and the unlikely conquering force of The Gulgaran.

The few Mizu Raa that managed to survive the initial brutal attack stealthily escaped the continuing onslaught and fled right across the expanse of The Gilded Sea, where they remained in hiding through the tides, too terrified to even consider regrouping or searching for their once glorious and powerful brethren. Once all-powerful, The Mizu Raa were now alone and scattered across the sea.

Still just a young woman, Amanzi Onda escaped into The Caves Of Dani with her mother and aunt, where they all lived, eventually learning the ways of humility and secrecy during their exile. The three Mizu Raa made friends of the larger-minded sea creatures around them instead of torturing them, and ate only the smallest, simplest creatures in The Gilded Sea. Amanzi Onda and the two older Mizu Raa trained their true focus on the surface-dwellers as their principal form of sustenance and nourishment.

The three beauties lived quietly and peacefully for many, many, many tides until the two older, slower, feebler Mizu Raa were eventually killed when part of The Caves Of Dani collapsed during a violent undersea quake, the shuddering force of which shattered grand rock walls and sent jagged debris hurling to the sandy ocean floor.

Amanzi Onda then lived alone for many, many tides, with only her school of friendly cephalopods for company. The lone Mizu Raa lured many sailors to their watery deaths, and became fascinated by the surface world as she tapped the many memories and vast knowledge of her victims after she'd sensually enjoyed the glories of their manly bodies. The entrance to The Caves Of Dani was littered with the bright, white bones and high-piled skulls of these hapless surface-men.

Amanzi Onda longed to experience life on the surface, but knew that if her entire body was exposed outside of the water of the great ocean for more than a few long moments, it would shrivel and collapse in on itself, leaving little more remaining than a withered, lifeless pile of pale, translucent skin, bright green scales, and raven-black hair. For Amanzi Onda, The Gilded Sea was life itself, and the surface-world meant little more than a quick, painful death.

As taught by her mother, Amanzi Onda was always careful and discrete around the surface, but learned through the memories and knowledge of her sailor victims that rumours of The Mizu Raa had indeed spread in the surface-world, where the beautiful, once powerful undersea beings were ridiculously referred to as "mermaids" and were warned against for their dangerous mind-songs and power to drag strong, sensible men into the water.

Feared by sailors and boat crews, Amanzi Onda often saw a strange look of shock and understanding on the faces of her surface-dweller victims when they witnessed her stunning beauty, large womanly orbs, and long, powerful, scaled tail for the first time. To them, Amanzi Onda and The Mizu Raa were indeed creatures of legend...but they were, in fact, very, very real.