Into The Sea

Sexual content warning.

The sensation of cold, smooth scales against her body wasn’t exactly pleasant. For a fleeting moment, it brought back the suffocating feeling of being tightly coiled by a snake demon in the southwestern marshes. But she obviously couldn’t say that to Lan Yuan. The esteemed Sea Empress would surely be enraged at being compared to a serpent demon.

Such a proud and domineering mermaid—if not for her equally beautiful face—Meng Changge wouldn’t believe she and Lan Wu were twin sisters.

By the way, what had her junior sister said earlier?

When a mermaid transforms into their demonic form, their animalistic instincts become more pronounced.

Indeed.

The person kneeling on top of her was impatient. After struggling with her sash several times, she simply grabbed the collar of her robe and tore it apart with a violent rip, leaving the clothing in shreds. Meng Changge was startled and instinctively said, “My…”

“Shh.” Lan Yuan pressed a finger to her lips, the wave-like silver scales beneath her eyes shimmering faintly. “I’ll get you a new one later.”

“But this robe is a magical garment that reduces damage,” she mumbled softly. “It was so expensive! A hundred high-grade spirit stones.”

Lan Yuan frowned. “Look at you, so stingy. A single mermaid’s pearl can sell for a hundred high-grade spirit stones.”

“But you won’t let me sell them.”

“You’re so annoying,” she leaned down, impatiently biting Meng Changge’s lips, mumbling, “If you sell them secretly without telling me, how would I know?”

Meng Changge was stunned, not yet processing the meaning behind her words, when the hands pinning her wrists suddenly let go. In their place were slippery tentacles. Lan Yuan carefully avoided the areas Meng Changge could touch, and once secured, she silently exhaled in relief. “Don’t move. Just lie still.”

Meng Changge hummed in agreement, but as Lan Yuan leaned closer, she lifted her head to meet her. Their breaths mingled, hot and heavy. Meng Changge’s eyelashes fluttered, gradually dampening with moisture.

“Mmm…”

Equally damp was the softness pressed against Lan Yuan’s abdomen. She gripped the woman’s chin, passionately sucking on her tongue, while her cold scales rubbed against the wet folds below. The long, translucent tail fin floated gently in the water.

Meng Changge groaned, her brows furrowing as her hands instinctively wrapped around Lan Yuan’s shoulders, fingers tangling in her silky hair. Lan Yuan glanced up, her fingers sinking into the soft, delicate breasts, one hand enough to roughly cup them. The woman in her arms whimpered softly, turning her head away as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Lan Yuan clicked her tongue in exasperation. “You make it seem like I’m bullying you.”

Meng Changge replied in a trembling voice, “Aren’t you?”

“If this is bullying, are you going to cry yourself to death when I touch you down there?”

“You…” Meng Changge’s face flushed instantly. “What do you mean, ‘touch down there’? Can’t you be more subtle?”

Lan Yuan frowned at her for a moment, her eyes filled with confusion. “Since we’re lovers, what’s there to hide? You’re so strange.”

“Most people would feel shy about it.”

“Then most people are ridiculous.”

With that, she flicked her tail, pressing it against the wetness below. Meng Changge gasped, her hands tightening on Lan Yuan’s shoulders as the soft flesh squeezed against the scales, producing a wet, squelching sound. The entrance twitched, releasing a stream of sticky wetness.

Lan Yuan couldn’t help but laugh. She used her tentacles to lift Meng Changge slightly. The woman’s tall, lithe body was marked with faint scars. Lan Yuan traced one with her fingertip, curious. “This scar has a strange shape. What caused it?”

Meng Changge shivered. “A scorpion’s tail.”

“And this one?”

“Toad venom.”

She nodded, about to ask again, but Meng Changge couldn’t help but interrupt. “Why are you asking about this at a time like this?”

Lan Yuan tilted her head, smiling. “What do you want me to focus on?”

Meng Changge bit her lip, turning her head away, her ears already burning red. “You know what I mean.”

“Exactly. Just say it,” Lan Yuan said, her hand sliding down Meng Changge’s flexible waist to the damp, messy curls below. “What’s there to be embarrassed about?”

The untouched area was extremely sensitive. Meng Changge took a sharp breath, instinctively trying to curl up, but Lan Yuan pressed down on her waist, even extending two more tentacles to wrap around her knees. Her legs were forced apart, leaving only the cold, scaly tail between them. Lan Yuan lowered her gaze, carefully parting the tight folds and sliding her fingers along the wet slit.

“Wa… Wait, ah…”

With just a few strokes, Meng Changge began to tremble and struggle, but with her limbs bound, she couldn’t put up much of a fight. The slippery shell beneath her made it easy for Lan Yuan to pull her back into place with a gentle tug. The tentacles spread her legs wider, exposing the dripping, red entrance. Lan Yuan experimentally inserted a finger, immediately met with the tight, wet walls.

So soft.

She stirred the entrance curiously, eliciting a trickle of wetness before pushing deeper. Meng Changge couldn’t help but bite her lip, and tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes. The entrance eagerly swallowed the intruding finger, releasing more wetness to accommodate the unfamiliar fullness.

“If it’s uncomfortable…”

She choked, “It’s not uncomfortable.”

Lan Yuan smiled. “Good.”

Her fingers began to move rhythmically, producing wet, squelching sounds. Meng Changge was being pushed up and down, and the round butt were glistening with moisture as they slapped against Lan Yuan’s strong tail. In her true form, the mermaid was indeed more excited. Passionate kisses rained down on Meng Changge’s chest, occasionally leaving bright bite marks that stung. Unlike Meng Changge’s careful affection, Lan Yuan explored her body with unrestrained enthusiasm, as if indulging her desires without reservation.

Animal instincts, indeed.

Meng Changge blinked her damp lashes, her bound arms struggling slightly, “Lan Yuan…”

Lan Yuan understood her meaning, obediently climbed up and kissed her, but the fingers inside her moved deeper and deeper, and the base of the fingers hit the end, stretching the entrance wide, and when pulled out, a stream of sticky wetness followed.

“Mmm, ah…” Soon, Meng Changge was gasping for air, turning her head to the side. “Lan Yuan…”

Lan Yuan pecked her red lips, tasting the saltiness of tears. “Does it feel bad?”

Meng Changge shook her head. “It feels good.”

“Good.” Lan Yuan brushed aside the silver hair falling over her face, her cool tongue licking the slender neck beneath her. Meng Changge moaned, her fingers curling as she sought Lan Yuan’s lips, muffling her cries.

“Hmm…”

The wet fingers withdrew, instead rubbing the swollen clit at her core.

“Ah, wait, stop…”

Meng Changge threw her head back, her suspended legs trembling. Her entrance released a flood of fluid, and Lan Yuan cupped her butt, feeling the wetness pooling beneath them. The mossy bedding was already soaked.

She smiled and kissed the tears from the corners of Meng Changge’s eyes: “Thankfully, you’re not a mermaid.”