Ferin hated his companions.
He despised them. He could only dream of the day where he earned enough gold to be free of their insidious grasp. As the party's "healing bitch", however, he received less than one tenth of their profits, and received the entirety of their teasing remarks.
For Ferin was a pushover, both physically and socially. Standing at an unimposing five feet tall, the slender elf had been part of this particular group for half a year now. Among them, he was the only male, and the four women loved to tease him, making him uncomfortable in any way they could. He thought that an all-female group would be easier for him to handle, given how he'd been bullied out of two other male-dominated adventuring parties.
The elf frowned, watching the four other adventurers sunbathing and lounging on the warm sands of the secluded beach they had decided to occupy for the day. Adventuring was difficult business, and a vacation was well-earned. If only he could have taken a vacation away from
them.
Oh, their cruelty was far less overt than that of the male adventurers he'd known. Instead, they had a taste for the cruelty that got under one's skin, that wormed its way into one's mind and made resentment inevitable.
He'd never been the smartest of elves, and he recalled how the adventurers' guild had ranked his intelligence and wisdom scores as lower than average. His charisma, however, was through the roof.
According to the evaluator he'd plowed, anyway.
A sudden cold splash of water against his rump tore him from those thoughts, and he gasped. Despite the tropical climate, it seemed that water was
always
too cold for him.
Standing waist-deep as he was in the sea, gentle waves lapped at the elf's buttocks. Those round orbs, separated by a thin strip of cloth, would have caught the eye of most any being of flesh or stone. From afar, one could have almost mistaken him for another woman. He was as beautiful as any of his companions, with plump thighs and a delectable posterior. His long, golden hair was tied in a tight bun.
Ferin's cock, however, betrayed his masculinity. No matter what the healer wore, his elephantine appendage would be visible. It was the only part of him his party members seemed to respect. They'd not made any move on him in the sixth months since he'd started travelling with them. Perhaps out of fear, he thought, for his cock was so abnormally large that, fully erect, its length was over half his own height.
It was an obese, pale python of a cock, and even soft it hung down to his knees. Tying the thing to his leg did little to help, for his companions did everything they could to excite him, taking some sadistic pleasure in seeing Ferin try to hide his erection. Given how excitable his endowment was, it took very little to cause the cursed thing to stir.
Even now, he struggled against impure thoughts as he looked to the fighter, bard, wizard and ranger, the four of them now undressing to lie upon towels to enjoy the heat of the sun. Though he despised the four women, Ferin could not deny their beauty, and the fact that he would want nothing more than to fill them with his overgrown prick.
Perhaps some part of him didn't
truly
wish to be rid of them, he mused. Some slowly hardening part of him.
"Careful out there, Fefe!" called out Lurindra, the party's half-elven bard. "I've been told there are sharks in those waters!"
Leaning back as she was, Ferin could easily appreciate her overdeveloped endowments. He knew not if those enormous, tanned breasts were the product of some enchantment, as bards oftentimes relied on their looks to sway their audiences, or if they had grown naturally. But the buxom bard had a chest unlike any the healer had ever seen, like two ripe pumpkins. The kind one struggled to carry home from the market.
Beneath those mountainous orbs, he knew her waist to be trim and toned. Not that he could see it, covered as it was by her chest. WIth her legs out before her, he could see a small patch of brown hair sitting atop her sex. He averted his gaze, hoping she hadn't noticed his stare.
His eyes, however, fell upon a large, shadowy form in the waters nearby. Thirty feet away, he could not discern its shape, but it swam with speed and grace. When it retreated behind a cluster of rugged rocks upon which hung a fair few barnacles, he felt the need to seek it out.
Curiosity piqued, the elf glanced back to his adventuring party. All four women were either on their backs or stomachs, and none cared to even look at him, basking as they were in the warm rays of the sun.
Something called to him then, some unexplainable force, and he found himself slowly turning, walking towards the sea. Deeper and deeper he went, until the gentle waves touched his chin. He could feel his heart racing as he slowly dove beneath the surface, eyes seeking the shadowy creature he had seen.
He swam beneath the waters towards the rock formation behind which the form had retreated, finding that there was a small, cavelike opening near its base. Drawn to it, he entered and swam through the relatively short, but spacious, tunnel beyond. The passage eventually widened into an underwater cavern, and Ferin found himself emerging from the water into it. At its centre stood a small islet of sand, upon which one could comfortably stand.
"Took you a while," came a soothing, feminine voice from behind him, echoing against the stone walls of the cavern. "I thought it might be better for us to discuss your trespassing in private."
Ferin spun in the water, faced with a gorgeous woman, and he knew her to be a mermaid, the same creature who had somehow enticed him to follow her here. While he knew that there was some magic at play, he could feel panic surging within him.
"I-I'm sorry!" he shouted, trying to swim back onto the small sandy islet. "Please, don't... Don't kill me! I'll do anything! Don't drown me, or eat me! I didn't mean to..."
The woman raised her eyebrows, obviously quite surprised at his outburst. "Calm down, calm down!" holding up her hands and in doing so, drew the male's eyes to her enormous, exposed breasts, floating before her in the water. He had expected them to be covered in seashells, as in the stories, but she would have needed shells larger than dinner plates to even cover one of her dark brown areolae.
When she saw his eyes drift to her chest, she smirked.
Despite his eyes immediately drifting to her most obvious and prominent feature — of which she was extremely proud, there was no denying — the rest of her was strikingly beautiful. Her features were otherworldly, and her hair was darker than the depths of the sea itself. Shaved on one side, her hairstyle conjured up images of a woman who should have been covered in tattoos.
