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Trigger Warning

Chapter 11 is full of domestic abuse like situations. Both physical and mental.

Chapter 7

Mathias was on the one hand relieved that the subject was being changed. While on the other hand feeling trepidation at it being changed to something more urgent. "Umm, okay," he said nervously while fiddling with her feathers, "Lay it on me."

Momentarily distracted, Clara craned her head around to watch his hands. After a moment or two she asked him bemusedly, "Are all mermen this touchy?"

Blushing brightly, Mathias yanked his hands away. "Sorry," he said contritely before answering her question. "I think so. To some extent or other that is."

Seeing his fingers start to nervously trace and drum over his own scales, Clara chuckled and reassured him, "I don't mind, I was just curious." Then, she leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "And if you straighten and smooth my feathers from the base to the tip.  I'll probably like it."

Giving her a surprisingly shy smile he went back to fiddling with her feathers again, only this time with more purpose. His fingers sunk into the delightfully soft down to find the bases of the silky smooth feathers and glide up to the tips. At first he found it soothing, but soon his anxiety arose once again and he prompted her anxiously, "So?"

Clara shook her head the blissful half smile on her face melting into something a bit grumpier as she muttered, "Oh, right. I can't just enjoy being groomed. I got important shit to talk about." Finally spotting the anxious look on his face she quickly reassured him, "It's nothing bad, it's just important and urgent."

Relaxing a bit Mathias gave her a small encouraging smile and said, "Okay, I'm listening."

"Ah. Right... So, yeah... Anyways!" Clara stumbled along as she tried to figure out how to start. Finally she let out an aggrieved sigh and grumbled, "I don't know how to start. How do you do it?"

"Oh!" Mathias exclaimed and furrowed his brows before saying thoughtfully, "I'd either start with what is most pertinent, or at the beginning."

Clara frowned in concentration and muttered, "Pertinent, pertinent, what does that mean?" Then as Mathias was opening his mouth to explain she plowed on, "Nevermind, not important right now." Chuckling softly, Mathias closed his mouth and waited patiently while she mumbled on, "Beginning, beginning... What is the beginning?... Was it when we fought and fucked? But he already knows about that, he just needs to know why that's important... Maybe that's what pertinent means?"

Once her disjointed mumbling came to an end, Clara brightened up and focused on Mathias' amused yet attentive face. Clearing her throat she told him cheerfully, "Harpies have a hard time conceiving." Mathias quirked an eyebrow at the contrast of her cheerful tone and the serious subject. Clara however happily continued, "The biggest problem is we need to have a hard fight and then fuck, or a sound defeat and then be fucked. But humans are the ones most likely to do such things and they're so weak..." Clara scowled at nothing for a moment before giving the bemused merman a smile and continuing, "And even when we do get a good fight and fuck, it doesn't always happen."

During a lengthy pause where she seemed to be trying to figure out what to say next, Mathias furrowed his brows and asked worriedly, "What would this mean for our offspring?"

Clara worried at her lower lip before admitting softly, "I'm not sure. Harpies always lay eggs. Which means that most of our babies are harpy chicks. Dragon and lizardfolk also lay eggs. Dragon eggs are hard like harpy eggs but they're shaped different. Lizardfolk eggs are shaped like harpy eggs but they're more leather-like. And when we hatch a clutch with either only half our clutch is harpy eggs. But..." she trailed off and eyed him a bit worriedly before hesitantly continuing, "I've never heard of a harpy and merman sharing a clutch. So, I don't know what might happen."

Mathias thoughtfully looked towards his nest as he slowly spoke, "Mermaid eggs are completely round, encased within a very thin membrane, and hatch within three months. Another way of describing them would be, gelatinous, pearlescent spheres."

Clara followed his line of sight with her own, and hmmed softly before she shrugged her wings and remarked, "Unlikely then. But we won't know unless it happens."

Clara stroked his ear to draw his attention back to her. With a bittersweet smile she said to him, "If I'm not back tomorrow, it means I've conceived and will not be moving far from my nest for the next two years."

Feeling a little lost Mathias softly said, "Oh." Before pushing himself to say more, "That's a little longer than mermen are bound to their nesting grounds."

Clara rubbed her cheek on the top of his head and spoke reassuringly, "Someone will be here for you. I'll make sure of it."

Sighing softly he reached up to caress her cheek. "Thank you," he murmured guiltily. Swallowing a lump in his throat he attempted to continue, "It's just... It's just..."

Listening to him stall out Clara gently supplied, "You shouldn't need a strangers help?"

"Yeah," Mathias agreed shakily before he asked, "Why're you helping me?"

"Because I don't like the thought of anyone being abandoned on a nest to starve. Besides, haven't you ever helped a stranger?" Clara asked him curiously.

"Well yeah," he responded brightly before continuing darkly, "But the elders and especially the Pod Leader reprimanded me for how much I helped him."

Clara stiffened up and asked in a voice filled with suppressed fury, "What does reprimand mean?"

Mathias smiled and leaned against her happily inhaling her scent, at that moment more than at any other feeling like he'd gained a new ally. Cheered up a bit he did his best to soothe her, "Reprimand basically means a public official scolding."

Partially mollified Clara relaxed and asked, "When you can travel and inform them of what happened to you, what will they do to your rapist?"

Deflating Mathias looked down and responded in a flat empty tone of voice, "The Pod Leader is grooming Chloe to take her place. So, they will likely do nothing."

At these words Clara stiffened right back up and ground her teeth together as her feathers puffed out. After several minutes of failing to control her anger she screeched to the sky, "I WILL REPRIMAND THEIR FUCKING GUTS OUT!!"

Not realizing how deadly serious she was, Mathias started giggling which quickly turned to laughter. Then as he was turning his head to look up at her, Clara crashed her lips into his. Soon enough all other thoughts fled their heads as their tongues eagerly explored each other's mouths. Mathias gripped her neck with his left hand in such a way that his thumb was resting in front of her right ear and his claws were snagging on her feather-like hair. Meanwhile Clara's small talon like hands were playing over his neck and shoulders.

Eventually she moved her right hand over his mouth as she pulled her face away from his. She opened her lips to speak only to let out a pleasure filled moan, distracted yet again this time by him sucking on her palm, right near the base of her fingers. Smirking against her hand he flicked his tongue out between her index and middle fingers and started licking roughly where the two connected. "Goddess," she whimpered out softly, as she tried to gather her thoughts while his tongue found erogenous zones on her hand that she didn't know existed. Shaking her head she finally panted out, "Would you...be willing...to do this...stuff with... Oh Goddess... My flock mates?"

Pulling back Mathias blinked in surprise. Clara caressed the underside of his lip as he tried to think through his murky lust addled brain. "Um," he finally supplied, "As long no jealousy, or judgemental elders are involved, sure."

"So, non-judgy elders are fine?" she teased and swooped back on to his lips. Mathias groaned his approval as she focused her tongue on the very sensitive roof of his mouth. Shifting his left hand a little he fisted it in her hair as he happily caressed her tongue with his own.

Mathias quickly found himself fighting the instinct to pull her close and wrap himself around her, so that he could plunge his penis into her depths. Pulling himself back he moaned out, "Clara, it's not... It's not..."

Nipping his neck she cooed questioningly, "It's not what, darling Mathias?"

Shuddering he tilted his head to allow her better access. When she nibbled her way up to his ear he finally managed to groan out, "Safe for us to coil together here."

Chapter 8

Startled, Clara held still, which is when she noticed an odd splashing sound. She trailed her gaze down his body towards the sound with a brief pause on the cock jutting out of his slit, continuing onto where the lower half of his tail was splashing in and out of the water as it tried to coil around something that wasn't there. "Definitely more energetic than last time," she murmured absentmindedly causing Mathias to blush halfway down his chest as he tried to regain full control of his tail. Pulling her gaze back to his cock once more, Clara let out a throaty chuckle and cooed out lustily, "Mathias darling, lay back."

Flustered Mathias stammered, "B-but slippery t-top, an-and j-jagged be-below!"

Gazing into his eyes Clara grinned impishly and said as soothingly as she could with such an expression on her face, "Trust me? Lay back, prop yourself up on your elbows, hold as still as you can and watch."

Gulping Mathias nodded worriedly and slowly did as instructed. Clara took advantage by trailing kisses and nibbles down his body as he moved, her wings slowly flaring out for balance as she traveled down with him. Every touch caused him to twitch and let out a small breathless sound of pleasure.

Mathias watched with expectant curiosity as Clara shifted over his penis, her hands landing a bit above and below his penis to aid her balance. As she crouched sideways to him she studied his cock for a moment before murmurings huskily, "It looks about as thick as a duck's egg. But I'm not sure how to describe the shape." The pad of her thumb glided along the topside of his cock, which pressed into the the sensation as he gasped. She continued speaking with a smirk, "I mean the top is completely straight and smooth, but then it's like someone stuck a stick into a cone and held it out straight. Clara ran the upper side of her index talon just below where his little cone head flared out the most. Mathias shuddered hard his arms almost slipped as his cock head pressed down into the sensation and his tail made a loud splash. Clara placed her hand back above his cock and grinned at him as she eagerly asked, "Does this ever get stuck in anything?"

Mathias stared at her wide eyed and breathless until he caught his breath enough to answer, "It does get harder the longer I'm aroused. So, I always make sure to make love as quickly as I can."

Tsking she shook her head and muttered, "When you can come to the beach again we'll have to change that." Then, before he could respond she leaned down and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. When his cock suddenly surged into her mouth with out his body moving she pulled off with a cough and asked in astonishment, "Did it just get longer?"

At the same time he gasped and asked while making a visible effort to hold still, "How're you so hot inside?"

Smirking she answered, "Birds are warmer than mammals which are warmer than you." Then she kissed teasingly at his tip.

"Do it again?" he said in a throaty growl. But she merely shook her head and looked at him expectantly between her gentle teasing kisses, until he got the hint and answered her question with a gasping groan, "It emerges fully when it finds a tight tunnel." Only then did she gleefully suck him back into her mouth.

Feeling how firm his tip had already gotten she didn't even try to get him down her throat. Instead, she bobbed her head up and down sucking on what would fit in her mouth, as her tongue traced and rubbed on his exotically shaped head while her lower hand moved up to help stroke the rest of his length. Her eyes drifted shut as she got used to and even somewhat enjoyed the highly salty taste of his precum.

Shuddering, he moaned out wordless encouragements as he kept his eyes fixed on the image of her sucking and jerking him off. The only thing keeping him from getting lost in the sensation was the need to hold still. Even so, his hands pressed into the boulder top, claws clicking arhythmically against it, his tail still occasionally thrashing and splashing.

At last, he came with a nearly soundless cry of pleasure. His torso and upper tail froze up while his lower tail jerked hard enough to splash them both. And it came so suddenly that Clara was unprepared and struggled to swallow his cum. Halfway through she had to pull off or choke. One spurt hit her on the face while the rest landed on Mathias' chest and belly. As soon as it ended Mathias went completely limp. That is, until his head loudly smacked into the boulder top.

Yelping in pain he quickly sat back up to gingerly probe at the back of his head. Squawking in surprise Clara stared at him in aghast worry as she said anxiously, "Oh shit! Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Mathias said cautiously, "It's just a little sore. My brain isn't singing and there are no dancing lights, so I should be fine."

"Well that's good," she said relieved, before asking, "Is anything else hurt?"

Mathias carefully twisted his back and examined his arms before he said calmly, "I might bruise but nothing seems to be bl..." Mid word he caught sight of her face and started snickering.

At first she gave him a baffled look, and then she remembered what was on her face. Rolling her eyes she tried to wipe the sticky cum off her face as she said sarcastically, "Oh har dee har har. You know you have some on you too, right?"

Squeaking he touched his face before looking down. Spotting the streaks of cum he tried to wipe them off only to spread them around. Perplexed he poked at it and said, "It's so..." Pursing his lips he searched for the right word before he said questioningly, "Sticky?"

Taking her turn to snicker at him, she gave up on cleaning her face for now as she playfully teased him, "You sound like you've never seen your own cum before."

He held his hand in front of his face pressing his fingers together and pulling them apart, fascinated by the way the skin kept trying to stick together. "I've only ever seen it in the water before," he replied absently before he returned his attention to his companion.

Blushing Mathias shyly brought up the cause of the sticky situation, "That was amazing." He hesitated a minute contemplating his teeth and claws as Clara beamed eagerly at him. Finally deciding that Clara would know what she is doing he asked in a near whisper, "Is there anything similar I can do?"

Somehow her smile got even wider as she eagerly said, "I was hoping you'd ask!" She eyed his position critically before saying contemplatively, "You might want to scoot back a little bit." Mathias had only wiggled backwards a few inches before she grinned at him and said, "That'll probably work!" Then she shuffled around until her back was to him. Once she was in position she bent over, her wings again flared for balance, her arms too short to reach the boulder stayed tucked up. Her tail tilted up and to the side, revealing a damp whirl of feathers just below it. "Now part the feathers below my tail," Clara eagerly said. Mathias parted them, revealing a patch of rosey skin with two closed openings, one above the other and a V of raised skin. The V was framing the second opening, at the base of the V was a protruding bump. As Mathias parted the feathers she continued, "The tighter hole just below my tail is my ass hole, leave it alone today."

"Today?" Mathias muttered in confusion as he gazed at her nethers. That one word implying that she would want stuff done to it later. And if an ass hole is what he thought it was then Mathias couldn't understand why.

Smirking Clara continued, "Below that is a slightly looser hole that is leaking arousal all over my feathers. That's my cunt, we'll get back to that in a minute."

Finally enlightened Mathias blurted out, "so that's what cunt means!" Only to blush and squirm in embarrassment when his outburst caused Clara to laugh.

Chuckling still Clara decided to forgo teasing him in favor of getting his tongue on her sooner. In a hurry to finish her explanation Clara said, "Just below that is a fleshy bump, that's my clit. A human would have it spaced a bit further away because of their piss hole but harpies are too efficient for that. Now I want you to lean in and explore my clit with that tongue of yours." As he bent over Mathias wondered if that little bump just inside a mermaid's cloacal slit was a clit or something else.

Clara had not told him to scoot back far enough, but his torso was much more flexible than she was expecting. So while he looked uncomfortable with his torso bent in a steep sideways U shape, he didn't even notice.

He started off by brushing his nose against her cunt and inhaling her damp musty scent. Clara let out a soft breathless needy sound as she fidgeted in anticipation. Mathias grabbed her hips to hold her still and licked tentatively at her clit. Encouraged by the soft noises she was making he repeatedly dragged his tongue up along the outside of the V and down along the inside. Clara moaned wantonly and futily tried to wiggle her hips, trying to get his tongue where she wanted it, but he kept his tongue right where

he

wanted it. Once her moans started to sound desperate he pressed his tongue to her clit and wiggled it, setting off a screaming fit of pleasure. Before she could calm down from that, he wrapped the tip of his tongue around her little nub and rhythmically tugged and pressed it. Which set off a chain reaction of loud cries and shaky limbs leading to him gripping her harder and scratching her slightly. Which only set her off harder. When her wings started an offbeat flapping, Mathias pulled back and asked breathlessly,  "Are you okay?"

Clara cried out in flustered arousal, "Fucking Venus Mathias! Fuck my fucking cunt with your fucking tongue!"

Mathias was taken aback for half a moment. Then he grinned cheekily and dove in to do as she so

eloquently requested

. He slid his tongue in, getting his first clean taste of her tangy and slightly spicy arousal. He made a small sound of pleasure and rolled his tongue into a tube with the rough side of his tongue facing out so he could fully feel her walls. As he slid his tongue in and out of her slick passage, he rubbed his chin against her clit. The only thing keeping her from grinding back onto his face and possibly injuring one or both of them on his very sharp teeth was the firm grip he kept on her hips. When Clara started shuddering and her cries changed to joyful squealing, the only thing holding her up was Mathias' grip. Mathias himself grunted and held still when her tunnel clamped down and spasmed on his tongue.

As soon as she calmed down, he shifted his grip so he could pull her jelly legged form into his arms as he sat up. Pulling her back to his chest, he rested his chin on her shoulder and asked softly, "Are you sure you're okay?"

Chuckling briefly she replied hoarsely, "I've never cum so much in my life."

With a shy smile he nuzzled her neck and whispered, "I haven't had a day half as good as this in a long time."

"I'm sure more good days are ahead of you!" she reassured him brightly. To which he merely smiled sadly, unable to find such optimism within himself.

Gazing out to the horizon he sighed upon noticing the purplish pink blush starting to creep into the skyline. "It looks like it's time for you to go," he said glumly.