Derrick awakens in Natasha's tight grasp. Ever since his first night in her cave, she has learned to keep him close. It has been a few days now and Derrick is starting to get a feel for her habits. First of all, she sleeps with him tight against her body with each of her tentacles wrapping about him from behind. Two of her tentacles spiral up and around his arms while the other six keep his powerful tail in check. However, none of this is really necessary when she keeps a firm grip on his achingly stiff manhood. She uses both hands to clench his entire length.
In his size, he presents her with his biggest weakness. Natasha had spent much time watching merfolk from afar, learning about their habits, but mostly observing as a bit of a voyeur. She found they tend to have sex a lot, and get aroused even more often. The mermen get the short end of the deal since their bodies weaken after sex. Natasha suspects that it's because they shoot out their body heat in the moment. The mermaids tend to watch over them until they recover. However, Derrick was soon abandoned teasingly by his mermaid just after emptying his load into her mouth and then losing a last bit he had been saving, but was overeager to share. That was when Natasha seized her chance.
Back in the present, Derrick tries to move a little bit, but the hold on his cock is too tight. Every little movement brings him to the brink of an orgasm that is sure to wake her up. He awakens before her now, since it is the closest he can get to alone time. Much of this time is spent pondering his captor. The thought of escape is always fleeting because of the surrounding darkness. Neither the shadows of the cave nor the lack of surface light is the reason. Natasha has been gently mixing her black ink into the water around them. If she were an octopus or squid, her ink would just hide her from sight, but cecaelia are far more complicated and dangerous than that. Natasha's ink is intoxicating to the mind - it reaches there swiftly from the gills. She is tricking his body into thinking that she is a mermaid in heat.
"I can taste you, you're so close," whispers Natasha in her sleep. Her tentacles tighten around his tail while her hands loosen only to slide up and down his vulnerable length. "You smell so good. Great, in fact."
Derrick's hips thrust purely from instinct, but he tries to keep his excitement restrained. While he does not explode his heat into the water, the movement is enough to stir Natasha awake. Her hands release his stiff manhood as she does her morning stretches. His tail and arms relax as her tentacles also do their morning stretches fully synchronized. For anyone else, this would be an ideal time to escape, but Natasha has proven herself too clever to defy.
The salty essence contained within Derrick could explode from him at any moment and if it does, Natasha can follow her nose to him quite easily, as the merman slowly found out a few mornings in a row.
"Wonderful morning, Derrick!" Natasha is fully awake. And hungry, by the look in her eyes. "I'm in the mood for some breakfast. How about you?"
Derrick twitches and turns to face her. Natasha is no mermaid, but she has a beauty that is all her own. "I'm not hungry right now."
"Well, I'll just help myself," purrs Natasha, "if you don't mind, of course."
Derrick shakes his head as Natasha sinks her head down to his still-stiff manhood. He is tempted to tilt it to touch the tip of her nose. He craves touch. Her touch. Only her touch. His heightened sensitivity could make him explode at even a gentle caress, let alone what Natasha is about to perform upon him. Even her hands wrapped around him all night cannot satisfy his craving.
Natasha licks the smooth underside of his shaft. Derrick trembles. She has forced him to explode in her face just as an excuse to put him through some sensuous punishment. However this time, she is feeling generous enough to let him cum in her mouth for once. With her face so close to his erection, she notices his balls throb and twitch in their fullness, eager to empty themselves of their load. Natasha cups Derrick and bounces him about.
"Ah... ah..." Derrick looks down at her with pained anticipation. "Please, Natasha..."
"When was the last time I let you cum?"
"I- uh- yesterday afternoon."
"Ah. I remember now." Natasha smiles to herself. "You exploded before I wanted you to. And then I gave you-" Her soft hand tightens around his balls and pressing her thumb between them. "-some sweet revenge for that."
"I apologized for that!" Derrick panics as the pressure on him builds outside as well as from within.
"I know." Natasha licks his tip to catch a bit of his dewdrop. "Now I think you should get a little reward for this excellent performance right in front of me."
Before Derrick can clear his mind enough to form a response, Natasha takes the head of his throbbing shaft into her mouth. Slowly, she works her way down to the base. Derrick tilts down to look her in the eyes. She has a ravenous, predatory hunger about her, but he knows not to shoot his load so fast.
It's not just because she has tentacles, but Natasha works her surprisingly long and flexible tongue like a fiend. She swirls and wraps around his length, bringing him just short of climax only to calm him down. She keeps her hand firmly around his balls, getting a literal feel for close he is to popping.
Natasha's mouth is a heaven onto itself. She is as slippery and hot to the touch as any mermaid he has ever known. Something about the way she moves and works his vulnerability says that he is far from her first conquest. The tip of his shaft hits the back of her throat before she tilts herself just right to fit the rest of him in. Her tongue excitedly and energetically wraps and swirls about his cock. Derrick explodes. He pumps shot after shot of sweet, salty heat into her talented mouth.
Not a drop escapes Natasha's attention nor her hunger. She slurps him up loudly and viciously. She puts the pressure on his balls to ensure that every bit of him has been emptied out. Natasha laughs inside her head thinking that she might not have to eat again until dinner.
Derrick shudders softly as his lover slowly unsheathes him from her warm mouth. The cool water around his softened manhood is a welcome feeling, but it brings with it a tinge of despair at not knowing the next time she will grant such pleasure upon him. Her fingers play with his seed sac. He is just a toy to her, an instrument she plays just to get the right sounds she loves to hear, pants and moans.
