Femboy Elf Meets Goth Mermaid

Femboy Elf Meets Goth Mermaid 2

Alternate title: I Stopped Being an Adventurer To Instead Become a Cum Battery For A Mermaid Civilization

Contains: Femboy Elf x Female Mermaid, Excessive Semen, Deepthroating, Huge Tits, Huge Cock (36+ inches), Femboy Fashion, Stockings, Huge Balls, 8 ft. tall woman, Cum Swallowing, Anal Sex, Corpogoth Aesthetic, Pastelgoth Aesthetic, Gigantic Ass, Transformation (mermaids with legs), Cum bloating, Used as a cum battery, Buttplug (Some)

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Merfolk civilization surpassed even Ferin's wildest imaginings.

Great spires of brilliantly colored coral rose toward the surface as thousands of deep-sea creatures wove through the sprawling city below, with the entirety of the place illuminated by the soft glow of bioluminescence.

Though they descended from the surface, Ferin could not see the entire city, for it seemed to stretch from one end of the ocean to the other. His mind reeled at the thought of such a civilization existing so near those of the surface with so little interaction between them.

"Welcome to Thalmas," Tayna announced, gesturing dramatically toward the underwater metropolis with her free arm, as the other held the elven male close, his arm nestled firmly between her colossal breasts. Like Ro herself, all three women had been blessed with absolutely insane curves, every glance towards their excessive femininity on display causing his cock to twitch and stir.

Through some divine intervention, he managed to keep himself in check, though for how long he could maintain such restraint, he did not know.

Despite the enchanted bubble they'd placed around his head to allow him to descend to such depths, he had little of the swimming abilities that Ro and her mermaid sisters possessed. As such, two of them would hold on to him as they made their way to their home, their touch doing little to help his current predicament.

They soon would reach that aquatic metropolis, and Ferin couldn't help shy glances at Tayna as she guided him. Her pastel pink and blue hair flowed like silk in the currents, framing an angelic face decorated with impeccable - and impressively waterproof - makeup that created a sharp contrast to her porcelain skin.

Swimming alongside them was Xanda, her jet-black hair tied in a tight bun, though a few rebellious strands of hair floated elegantly in the water, framing her face. Unlike her sisters' wilder appearances, this mermaid carried herself with professional poise, her skin only a shade lighter than Ro's sun-kissed tone.

Ferin did not miss how her chest was the smallest of the sisters, for she was the only one among them with breasts smaller than his own head. Despite that, such charms would have been the envy of any surface woman.

"Where is Ro, anyway?" Ferin dared ask the three enormous mermaids dragging him along.

"Oh! She went ahead to register her catch!" Tayna said with a giggle, giving the elven femboy a wink.

He gulped nervously at the term used, throat constricting. "Catch?"

"Oh! That's just what we call our new friends down here," she chirped, eyes sparkling with genuine warmth. "We're sooo excited to add you to our collection!"

Ferin's eyes wandered down to the sprawling city below. Words meant to comfort him instead heightened the dread pooling in his stomach. And yet, even such fear could not melt the excitement he felt at the prospect of sharing the company of four incredibly beautiful mermaids, especially after the sample Ro had offered him in that cave.

"Now then." Xanda adjusted her round glasses, speaking in carefully measured tones. "Let us discuss your role as our primary essence provider. Our projections indicate that, given your

impressive

qualifications..." her eyes drifted meaningfully to his massive endowment, "we can expect production levels to increase by approximately 143% over our previous donors."

She swam closer, her massive chest brushing against his arm as she continued her pitch. "We offer a comprehensive benefits package, including private accommodations in our premium collection chambers, and

unlimited

access to all four primary harvesters," she said, her black-stained lips curling into a soft smirk.

Ferin's expression tightened slightly. He glanced between the sisters, feeling his colossal cock twitch at the sight of their incredible curves. "P-previous donors?" he asked, now acutely aware that the position was not a permanent one.

"Oh, darling Xanda, you're scaring the poor boy," came a sultry voice from above. The third of Ro's sisters descended dramatically, massive tits threatening to spill from a dangerously low-cut black dress.

Minda, the eldest sister, offered Ferin a warm smile that miraculously managed to wash away any uncertainties Xanda's sale pitch might have provoked.

Her tail was the darkest of the four sisters, and almost seemed to merge with the black of her dress, the garment's color matching her hair, teased up as it was in an impressive volume that somehow maintained its shape, even underwater. Much like her sisters, she too had makeup that accentuated the beauty of her face, making her skin glow in the depths.

And not only had she the largest hairdo of the sisters, she also had a chest to match her status among them, sporting a pair of barrel-sized tits that could very well crush poor Ferin under their weight.

Xanda frowned at her sister's interruption, adjusting her glasses yet again as she guided the group toward their destination - a towering structure of pink coral. The surface of its translucent door rippled iridescent, and the mermaids steered Ferin through it.

"It is quite important that he be informed of what his new position entails," Xanda said with a slight huff of annoyance, her voice shifting mid-sentence from water-muffled tones to crisp clarity as they passed through the doorway.

As they passed through, Ferin felt a sensation most unexpected. His feet touched solid ground and, to his amazement, he found himself completely dry. Looking over himself, he found that nary a drop of water had clung to his body or that of the mermaid sisters.

The bubble around Ferin's face popped as they entered the warmth of the structure.

"Oh, will you just..." Tayna said, rolling her eyes, walking in front of Ferin. "Can't we just enjoy ourselves for once?"

Wait. Walking?

Ferin looked down at the sisters' lower halves, and his eyes widened in shock. Where moments ago there had been shimmering fish tails, there now were pairs of shapely human legs, as if their aquatic forms had been nothing more than illusion.

The transformation had happened so quickly that he hadn't noticed it happening, though he

definitely

noticed its results.

Minda's incredible curves had been poured into a floor-length black dress that hugged every inch of her figure. Its plunging neckline only served to accentuate her colossal tits, while waist-high slits on both sides exposed flashes of creamy flesh with each sensually deliberate step. Her teased hair remained perfectly styled, as though it had never been underwater for a moment, framing her pale face perfectly.

"You never quite get used to these, do you?" she chuckled, amused at his stare. "Though they do come in handy when... interacting with the surface folk." She winked at Ferin, heels clicking on the polished floor as she sashayed to a nearby lounger.

Xanda's cheeks flushed a deep red as she glanced at Ferin, and the diminutive male was soon reminded of his nudity, which he fruitlessly tried to cover with his hands. Despite his best efforts, however, even two hands did not suffice to properly hide his half-flaccid behemoth.

With Xanda's transformation came the completion of her outfit, her waist now cinched in a high-waisted black pencil skirt that looked painted on. Subtle grey pinstripes drew the eye to curves that surpassed all women present.

What she lacked up top, she more than made up for with her lower half, for each of the woman's thighs seemed larger even than Ferin's slim torso.

And her ass.

Even observing it from an angle, words failed to describe the sheer magnitude of that titanic posterior. Each meaty cheek seemed a wobbling planetoid, and each movement Xanda made, no matter how minute, caused that abundant flesh to quake.

Ferin found odd that the woman would act in such a manner in response to his nudity. She had, after all, seen him cover her sister in cum and had he'd been nude before her for the better part of the last three hours. Then again, there he was, standing in an underwater city, surrounded by shapeshifting mermaids with tits and asses that could kill a grown man. Perhaps her sudden shyness wasn't the strangest thing.

So transfixed had he been by Xanda's gigantic ass that he'd almost missed the equally outsized set of tits hanging inches from his face.

"Think you broke him, sis," Tayna said with a giggle, the pastel-haired mermaid giving the smaller elf a few gentle taps on the head. "Anyone home?!"

Shaking his head to clear the fog from his mind, Ferin looked up at her. Quite a ways up, considering she and her sisters each stood a good three feet taller than his diminutive frame.

"As we were saying," Minda purred from her lounging position, reminding Ferin that he hadn't been paying attention to

anything

they'd been saying. "Tayna will find you something suitable to wear, and Xanda will prepare the appropriate documentation. After all," the eldest of the sisters said, black lips caught in that ever-present smirk, "we can't have you wandering around in the buff all day, now can we?"

Tayna grabbed the smaller male by the wrist, leading him through winding coral hallways. Her platform boots thumped against the floor matching the meaty slaps of Ferin's gigantic prick against his thighs.

Like her sisters, her outfit had been completed by her transformation, and she now wore a delicate lace top of a pale rose that somehow managed to contain her titanic knockers while still leaving juuust enough to the imagination.

The contrast between her sweet pastel aesthetic and the darker elements of her outfit, such as her black choker and studded belt, only seemed to bring the whole outfit together. Her plump lips, painted a shade that matched the top's rosy shade, curled into a knowing smirk as she caught his gaze.

"These will be your chambers," she announced. "Believe me, the bed is a-ma-zing! For sleeping and

other things

," she added with an exaggerated wink.

"Aren't we going inside?" Ferin asked, noting how she didn't open the door.

"Oh, believe me, I'd love to give you a proper tour," she replied, smirk widening.

"But?" Ferin asked, raising an eyebrow. For a moment, he'd almost forgotten that he was buck naked.

"Well, I don't have the key. We'll get it once you fill in the forms and papers or whatever," she explained, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Bureaucracy. Ugh."

Her hand remained wrapped around his wrist throughout the exchange, fingernails pressing light crescents into his soft skin through sheer excitement. The woman was strong. Extremely strong, despite the lack of visible muscle on her frame.

"Anyway! That's not where I keep the clothes!" she exclaimed, leading him through twisting corridors until the hallway they were in opened up into what appeared to be a massive walk-in closet. Racks upon racks of clothing lined its walls, and Ferin's jaw dropped.

Even in the largest of the Empire's cities, Ferin had not seen such insane quantities of clothing. And his former adventuring party had brought him shopping more times than he cared to count. The thing was, Ferin actually

enjoyed

shopping - when he wasn't relegated to carrying their bags.

Those memories made Ferin's eye twitch.

"Oh dear, what's wrong?" Tayna asked him, a worried look crossing her face. "You don't like the clothes?"

Ferin shook his head. "My old... acquaintances. All this clothing brought back memories."

"Want to talk about it?" she squeezed his wrist gently, previous excitement melting into concern. "I'm totally here. If you want to talk about drama or whatever."

The sincerity in her voice caught Ferin off guard. He imagined they'd only brought him down to Thalmas to drain him, but Tayna seemed to actually care about him, strangely enough.

His cheeks reddened in response, and he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand.

"Thanks... That's very kind of you," he managed. "But I wouldn't want to keep the others waiting. Let's find something for me to wear?"

"OH! Right! Totally, totally," Tayna eyes lit up, and she nodded excitedly. "You are going to look like the most perfect little doll when I'm done with you."

Ferin watched as she spun around, surveying the endless racks of clothing with the intensity of one embarking on some sacred quest. She tapped her chin as she spotted a few noteworthy items of clothing up high.

His eyes followed her as she stepped onto a raised circle on the floor. She tapped the raised tile with her heel once, then twice, then once again. Beneath her feet, a translucent bubble.

Ferin would have expected the bubble to pop immediately under her weight, but the enchanted sphere instead began lifting her gracefully upward. The short elf watched, mesmerized, as Tayna maintained perfect balance despite her boots, one hand on her hip as she ascended toward the higher racks.

It almost seemed to him that the bubble followed her mental commands rather than any physical or verbal indications.

Of course merfolk wouldn't use regular ladders, he thought to himself.

Her fingers danced across hangers, looking through every article of clothing with dizzying speed.

"So!" she called down to him. "Any preferences? Never seen you with any clothes on, so I can't say I know what style of clothing you wear!"

The elf blinked a few times. What

did

he like to wear? He'd been the healing bitch of all his previous parties and had been forced to wear the tight robes of a cleric for at least a decade.

He enjoyed shopping, but his meagre finances never allowed him to actually

buy

anything.

"Um..." he tapped his lower lip as he thought. "I quite like skirts... and stockings," he said meekly, cheeks flushing a furious red.

Despite how quiet his words were, Tayna's keen ears caught them from her position several feet above, and she immediately began digging through the thousands of outfits present. "I have the PERFECT outfit for you!"

Her hands began darting between racks, pulling out specific items with practiced efficiency. The bubble soon descended, and Ferin's eyes widened at the ensemble she'd assembled for him. In one hand, she held a cropped white sailor's top, accented pink. In the other, she held a matching pleated miniskirt that, he knew, would most likely fail to cover even half of his flaccid behemoth. A pair of white stockings completed the look.

She laid the outfit out on a nearby table, spinning back to face him, and her tits bounced almost comically in her overburdened top, causing the smaller elf's eyes to nearly pop out of his skull.

Tentatively, he picked up the articles of clothing, his cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. "I-is there anywhere I can change?" he asked, eyes darting around.

Tayna chuckled. "Really? Standing naked as a triton in front of me, asking for a changing room?" She raised her eyebrows at the absurdity. "Go on, now. Try it on!"

The fabric felt impossibly soft as he slipped into each piece. The shirt hugged his slim torso perfectly, and he suspected some measure of magic in those white-and-pink threads. Despite him trying to pull it down lower, it only covered his pecs.

"By the Elder Oak..." breathed Ferin as he began putting on the skirt and stockings. The stockings clung to his legs, reaching mid-thigh while the skirt, as he'd suspected, did little to hide the vast majority of his dangling appendage.

An amused smirk on her lips, Tayna looked him over, eyes lingering a heartbeat longer than they should have on that masculine monolith. "Elder Oak indeed," she whispered to herself, licking her lips. "You look absolutely gorgeous," she purred, falling to her knees before him.

Even in such a position, she remained a fair few inches taller than he was.

"W-wait, what are you..."

"Hold on, let me just..." she said, fingers reaching for that heavy prick, mesmerized by the oversized organ. Even flaccid, she could barely wrap her fingers around it. She lifted it up, tugging the hem of his right stocking to slip that length inside, securing it. "There we go! But... I guess we should get your cock a stocking too, eventually. I'll see if I can make one for you later," she laughed.

"Thanks, you've been so kind to me," he said, looking down at his feet, though from such a position, he was as much looking at his feet as he was looking down into the mermaid's generous cleavage.

Her hands did not leave his thighs, and he could feel his manhood stir.

Ferin's breath caught in his throat as her fingers wandered higher, slipping under the hem of his impossibly short skirt. "T-Tayna..."

His protests were weak, and he knew he couldn't resist the woman. Every part of him wanted this.

"Shush now," she whispered, looking into his eyes. "I'll help you get a bit more comfortable in your new outfit."

Her hands soon found the plush cheeks of his rump, and she gave them a firm squeeze, feeling that abundant flesh overflowing between eager digits. The touch drew a gasp from the elf, his massive cock beginning to stir despite its confined state.

A giggle left her lips as she watched that humongous elven meat-bat strain the thin fabric of his stocking. "We're putting a lot of trust in that stocking, aren't we? We're barely getting started and it's already about to snap."

Her fingers continued their dance upon the lush flesh of his rump for a few heartbeats more, drawing soft gasps from Ferin's gaping mouth. The thin fabric of that skirt rode up as her hands wandered the curves of his bottom, exposing more of his pale thighs.

"Adorable little thing, aren't you?" she asked, smirking. He knew the words were not meant to demean him. "And to think Ro got to have you all to herself earlier..."

The pastel-haired mermaid's touch sent shivers through Ferin's body, cock straining harder against the confines of the stocking. The delicate fabric stretched dangerously around his swelling cock, creating a dip in the fleshy monstrosity where the fabric was tightest.

Like a bandit staring at a mound of gold, her eyes were laser-focused on his swelling, overgrown prick, each heartbeat making it grow fatter and more obscene.

"W-we... Shouldn't be doing this here..." he gasped weakly, her hands carefully working to free his massive endowment from its soft prison.

His protests, weak as they were, fell on deaf ears.

Her eyes widened with appreciation as his enormous elf-spear sprang free. While she'd seen his cock before, she'd only seen it in its flaccid state. Seeing it now, however, rising to its full glory, was an entire basket of oysters entirely. That vascular colossus cast an imposing shadow across her face as she remained kneeling before him, awe and hunger etched onto her adorable features.

"By Neptune's trident," she whispered to herself, one hand wrapping around the base of his gigantic manhood as the other continued fondling his ass. "No wonder Ro was so eager to bring you home... And those balls. You could probably breed every single mermaid in this city without even trying."

She bit her lower lip, bringing her second hand to stroke his steadily swelling beast of a dick.

"C-can I?" she asked, staring at him with lust-filled eyes. "Just a taste..."

Had she not been so much taller than him, she might have been looking up.