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[ Would Rook be disappointed in a book full of imprints of mushroom gills, extensive field notes and the occasional writing about the hunter himself? Watching Rook watch him and carefully notating his own observations on it. It's not the best thing for a hunter to get ahold of...a firsthand account of the little things his prey notices when being stalked.

Jade, truthfully, cares more about his field notes and mushroom afterimages than the last part, though. ]

Mmm...

[ His tongue appreciates the wounds his fangs leave, the tip of it brushing against the thin holes they leave behind. A cloud of blood taints the water in a way so comfortably familiar to the merman. The squeezing around himself earns the same in kind--what all could those tentacles do? The sharp, small teeth would easily leave small rings of punctures he would need to keep an eye on, but beyond that he's curious. Could Rook hold him down, choke him or break him open? To coil around his ribcage and squeeze him so hard he'd see white... it's more appealing than it should be, but it's just another part of his own nature.

Tooth for tooth. Squeeze for squeeze. Dominate or be dominated.

His webbed hands start to roam--through blond hair, down Rook's throat, a squeeze at a shoulder blade as his chest presses against an equally strong one. He'd agreed not to jump into anything binding, but a smooth grind of his body against the other's makes him consider being reckless. Even if things don't work out then at least won't have any regrets when he returns home. ]

I want you.

[ When was the last time he truly asked for something for himself? Rook is an inconvenience to Azul and Floyd at his best and worst, but... surely they would understand. ]

[He'll be over the moon to get his hands on it, once he makes it home with his prize. How often does a huntsman get to see the world from the eyes of his prey? How often is he gifted with the sort of field notes and art he favors of flora he's not already familiar with? Maybe there will be a way to fix the damage; it would be a shame for such treasures to go to waste.

It's impossible not to squirm when Jade's hands start moving, touches all too fleeting to be even remotely satisfying. For now, at least, he has very little interest in struggling; it's obvious how overwhelmingly outmatched he is, underwater in an unfamiliar body. Later, though..... Who knows what he'll be capable of, once he's practiced enough to put up the sort of fight Jade deserves? Maybe he really will be able to leave Jade begging for mercy.]

Then what are you waiting for? I believe first blood goes to you.

[He could argue that his arrow had landed first..... But that had never actually been meant to injure. When was Jade ever allowed to be selfish? Surely he had earned the right to be a bit greedy, and savor his victory tonight.]

[ How fortunate it is then that Jade's notes have always been attentive in detail. Not to the same smooth effect of Azul's, but detailed all the same. Rook's only loss is that it's a somewhat newer journal with only his more recent exploits. ]

Submitting so easily?

[ Jade's body is slick thanks to his natural coating. It makes his flesh sliding against the vice's all the more enchanting, even with tendrils instinctively clutching him. Without the ringed suckers latching onto him he doubts that the other would be able to keep a steady grip at all.

Jade kisses his prize again, lips parting to eagerly press his strong tongue against Rook's lips in a bid for admission. His hand dipping between them to continue his exploration even as he can feel his own arousal swell. It's subtle for now, but he's sure with how tightly they're tangled together that the hunter will be able to feel where his sex is hidden away.

Finding Rook will be the more challenging part considering their forms striking differences, but he's positive from the moans he's already earned he'll be successful. ]

I suppose it is a rare opportunity for you...

[Is a lack of material a loss, or simply an implicit ~~challenge~~ invitation to go looking for the rest? Maybe he'll even get to take a peek at Floyd's side of the room, while he's snooping. Azul's things might be a step too far, but if he's planning to get into the twins' room anyway..... Wouldn't it just be wasteful to not use the opportunity?

Somehow, this is both everything he'd imagined it would be, and far beyond anything he'd expected. He just doesn't have any grounding that would prepare him for how his body gives way under Jade's strength, or how viscerally satisfying it is to entwine with him and hold on so tightly. He doesn't answer at all for what feels like an eternity; he's far too preoccupied with the kiss, breathing soft noises of encouragement against Jade's lips as he urges him further, deeper, more.

They don't even have to part do breathe, do they? Jade really is going to spoil him for anything else, going from this back to dry land. It's hard to even want to part long enough to speak, playfully smug though Rook sounds once he finally does; in the meantime, ink starts seeping out to form a dark cloud around them, a dramatic backdrop for the brilliant, ever-shifting colors creeping over his skin. Does it count as #relationshipgoals to have someone normally so relentlessly encouraging and supportive actually taunt you?]

I wanted to make sure you manage to get least one win.

[ The ink floods his gills and lungs, but it's the colors spreading across Rook's flesh that truly throws him. It's mesmerizing in a way that he knows isn't ideal, so burying his face back into Rook's throat feels like the smartest course of action.

Even if it brings him all the closer.

His tail loosens for the first time since he'd managed to tangle the hunter in it. Jade's long body rising in the water to begrudgingly create more space between them. How else can he be expected to trace his hands along such a delightfully different body? He'd truly imagined pulling Rook beneath the water as a man, leaving him bitten and bruised. His human body exhausted and soaked with water, blood, and slime.

Not that it isn't still possible... it would just be more work. Perhaps he could drag things out long enough for Rook's potion to wear off and leave him helpless. Lungs frantically calling out while Jade pounds him into the mud--it's a pleasant thought. One he doesn't think Rook would be opposed to at a later date if their current 'date' goes well. ]

Fufu... just one? Are you challenging me?

[Given a little time, maybe he'll be able to control reactions like these. Maybe he can spill ink around himself in more shaped pulses to wear like an elegant shadowy cloak, or play out this kaleidoscope of color to entertain them both on a whim. Until then, though? At least this body knows what it wants to do, ready and eager to entrance a mate.

His tentacles stay latched on where they are even as Jade drifts back--partly because he doesn't want to let go when he's still craving Jade's touch so badly, and partly because he simply isn't sure how to just yet. Of course, there is one that seems to be having trouble hanging onto such a slime-slick tail.....]

What if I am~?

[It's big talk, coming from someone who isn't actually sure how much work it will take for him to pose a comfortable threat, isn't it? Unused to these potions as he is, it's entirely possible Jade could keep him distracted and trapped here in the depths until he's had his wicked way with both of his shapes--until he can't tell up from down anymore at all, until he's too weak and addled to even struggle for the surface, until the only thing keeping him from blacking out is Jade feeding him scant, measured gasps of air while he fucks him literally within an inch of his life.

But if he is going to submit so easily, why shouldn't he tease Jade a little? Why shouldn't he enjoy being punished to his heart's content, knowing he's not yet ready to struggle against Jade in earnest?]

[ ~~Leave it to Pomefiore to find a way to make being a terrifying sea creature fashionable.~~

Jade takes one of Rook's hands into his own, bringing it to his face to lean against his palm. It would be easy for prey to fall for such a fascinating subject--a plethora of colors and possibilities. While Jade's kind tend to keep among their own, he doesn't find this to be a bad arrangement, although even if the man in front of him was just that--a man--he'd still wish to pursue him. His head tilts, exposing his throat to the palm he guides there while his free hand moves to his own body.

Clawed fingertips glide down his torso until he brushes them against what, to himself, is a plenty obvious rise in muscle. It takes little force to spread himself to slowly reveal his growing arousal. Is it fast to humans to go from confession to outright mating? Most likely. Yet to Jade it feels like the obvious course of action.

His body is coated in a thick layer of protective slime, but his cock certainly is not much different. Visibly appearing wet even in the depths of the lake's water. ]

Then I accept...

[ He does wonder how much he'll need to be entangled in the hunter's tentacles to feel him like this, but at the least he can give Rook one last chance to protest or back out. ]

[Just wait until he learns how to accessorize when he can coordinate himself with anything he wears. He's going to learn about Coral Sea fashion and become a menace.

Most humans would find this shameful, wouldn't they? They wouldn't understand the difference between cultures. They would declare him easy, if they knew he had done this on the--no, without even going on a first date. Then again, most humans were so afraid that they couldn't even dream of just..... embracing this, accepting themselves and each other, trusting in their own feelings. Most humans would need to be drunk to even consider the possibility, and they would almost certainly be repelled by seeing how different Jade's body is than their own.

But he's never been like most humans. As long as he's not tarnishing Jade's reputation along with his own, he couldn't care less how people might talk. Rook licks his lips at the sight, stroking down slick skin to trail his own claws lightly along Jade's length. Honestly, isn't it unfair for one man to be so handsome? How is he supposed to be able to think of reasons not to do this, when he's being offered such a perfect cock as a distraction? Surely Jade won't mind if he gives him a few strokes, just to admire the look on his face.....]

I'll just have to do my best to meet your expectations in that case, won't I? I'll try not to be a bore.

[ Is it so bad of a thing to experience?

Merfolk falling for humans is hardly a novel or strange idea anymore--especially with the facility he and the others trained at to be able to attend the College. Many mermaids and mermen were desperate to experience the land and all that it had to offer in comparison to Jade's beloved sea.

Many never returned. He's sure most of those weren't stories with happy endings, but many more likely were living the dream their princess had all those years ago.

Though Jade's own preferences certainly play a role here... a willingness to break outside of the norms expected of him and his people. So the touch to his cock easily earns nearly a choke of a moan. The striking difference between his human one truly is fascinating, and the tips of claws do nothing but add to the sensation. ]

Mm... I doubt you will disappoint me, Rook-san.

[ A kiss is pressed to Rook's palm, followed by a nibble at his strong wrist. ]

Although, please keep in mind: merfolk are more sensitive.

[ It comes from being so naturally protected in most cases, but overstimulation can have its benefits. ]

How could I possibly forget?

[Oh, what a sound. He wants to wring more out of him. He wants to hear Jade's voice hoarse and cracking from overuse. Even knowing he'd intended to submit without a fight, he can't help the flare of predatory intensity, realizing exactly how sensitive Jade was. He shivers in excitement at the touch of lips and teeth, fingers curling over his cheek. What else can those fangs do? What can his own fangs do? Maybe if he gets Jade worked up enough.....

It's soon enough clear why Jade's questing fingers hadn't been able to find his own sex--and why he had been so ready to give himself over to Jade without a fight, no doubt. One of the tentacles Jade's tail had been squeezing so harshly snakes up between them, swollen and slick with lingering slime, already visibly dripping. It joins his hand in wrapping around Jade's cock, and Rook swallows back a noise of his own as it starts moving. If just his hand had earned that much of a reaction, then how much more can he get out of Jade?]

Ha--

[ Rook really does look stunning like this. When he speaks his sharpened teeth draw Jade's eyes even as he shivers under the hunter's touches. So wet and strong and the way it moves even if it's sloppier in comparison to the skilled fingers accompanying it. A warm, strong hand with soft callouses that Jade can clearly feel with every stroke.

With his manhood so in good hand (and more), his own are free to pull himself closer to the blond. Lips parting with a moan as his gills flare in response to his own excitement. When the tendril brushes against his base he can't resist the urge to grind himself against it. He might not be necessarily built for it, but he wants him all the same. How Rook manages to remain so composed is beyond him--but as his tail pulls close again to encircle them he considers how best to break that. Thin, sharp fins brush against the blond's back and slowly work their way higher. ]

Good. Just like that.....

[His encouragement sounds a little breathless, but Rook tightens his tentacle as carefully as he can manage around Jade's cock, every stroke accompanied by firm squeezes and coaxing curls of his claws. Go on, grind against him as much as you want; he's right here to take care of you, Jade, just like you take care of everyone else. And he intends to be very, very thorough in his service.

It's hard to tear his eyes away, seeing the look on Jade's face--but it's not enough to satisfy him, either. For the moment, Rook is content to let that encroaching tail wind around him and pull him close; he's more interested in ducking his head to tuck his face into Jade's neck. He pours that growing hunger into lavishing Jade with attention instead, harsh sucking kisses inevitably turning into bites. If any of this manages to be retained by his human form, then people will know without a doubt that he's been claimed, won't they? If they don't..... hmmm. Maybe he'll need to capture Jade for a bit of terrestrial makeouts as well, sooner or later?]

[ Clawed fingers curl into blonde hair, eager to keep Rook close to his now craning neck. Offering his thickened skin to lips and fangs. He doubts the marks outside of teeth will stick, but it's a craving to feel it all the same. What sort of assumptions would the other students make of such a mark? Clearly they would never dare to say anything, but Azul and Floyd certainly would.

Would Vil be upset with Rook's own trophies? The thought of the blond covering up Jade's claim with makeup doesn't please him, but it's understandable, he supposes.

It's hard to focus on any of that when the combination of Rook's mouth, tentacle and hand so demands his attention. His breath on the hunter's ear is heated as his hips grind forward to chase the wet tendril on every backstroke. His tail tenses as it coils around them and his head buries into the crook of Rook's shoulder. ]

Rook-san--

[ Mismatched eyes flutter as he grips him tighter. ]

--inside.

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[Delicious. Absolutely delicious. He doesn't even need to wrestle Jade into submission to get him panting and grinding as though he's in rut. Maybe that challenge of his wasn't quite so ill-founded as he thought? He likes the thought of that. Getting such a polished, poised man to fall to pieces around him.....

Rook's next bite is sharper, a half-voiced growl muffled against Jade's skin as that tail tightens around him. Floating in open water like this, there's nothing to pin Jade against. But isn't being so hopelessly entangled like this almost as good?]

Inside you? Where?

[He thinks he knows what would need to happen if Jade took him, he had felt the muscles in his siphon flexing as he released his ink. But what about Jade? His anatomical knowledge of merfolk is clearly shamefully lacking, if he's suddenly tripped up at a time like this. What would his family think, knowing he's been slacking on such a critical subject?]

[ At most they could make it to the lake floor, but the mud and rocks would make more a more unpleasant bed. Though there is appeal to stones digging into his body and leaving him potentially littered with little reminders. Not that the bite to his neck won't be suitable enough with how it makes his throat ache in such a divine way.

It takes more effort than he'd like to bring his hand down to the one pleasuring him so thoroughly. Webbed fingers pressing to guide him just a little lower than his cock, spreading himself just enough to encourage clawed fingers to feel the hole there.

Whether it's Rook's fingers or otherwise that actually enters him, he doesn't care. Especially not when his stomach is already twisted in knots and his arousal is quite literally making a slick mess of both itself and the tendril squeezing it. It'll be more than a snug fit, but he has to--wants to--make due. ]

[There, right there. He really should have guessed, even if he struggles to imagine a dangerous situation where he would still need to know. Should he check out a marine biology textbook to make sure a blunder like this doesn't happen again? Seven, this is not the time to be thinking about work--

Right now, all he wants to think about is the wet heat his tendril is pressing into, how impossibly tight Jade feels around him when he molds to fit the space. Even Rook can't help but moan freely now, the claws of his free hand digging into Jade's back as he starts to move in earnest. It's so strange, being able to simply hold still while pushing into him..... Coming from a human perspective, it's a completely alien way to think of sex.

Rook's hand slides back up to wrap around Jade's cock again, touch firmer and rougher now as he contemplates. Strange as this body is, does that mean in theory they could take each other as the same time? It might be awkward, but with Jade's tail to brace against.....]

[ It's as agonizing as he'd hoped. The intensity more than he even expected.

As each inch works its way inside of him his body clenches in silent desperation. With how wet they are it isn't an overly difficult task, but the stretch is enough to make the merman writhe. His claws digging viciously into the skin of Rook's shoulders as if holding on for his life. He's never had sex as a human (or even like this before, really), but he can't imagine it could be more deeply visceral than this.

It's obvious that Rook's unabashed moans are at least a sign of his approval, but would he prefer it if they were both human? Unfortunately, it isn't like they could sneak off for something like this all that often going forward... probably.

A breathy curse pushes past Jade's lips--one that if it weren't for the ~~issekai anime translation magic~~ school's assistance he's sure would fall on deaf ears. ]

Yes...

[ His hips buck forward to meet the hunter's hand, grinding into as much contact with him as possible with little regard to how much of his far too thick arousal clings between them. While Rook might find some notes regarding merfolk anatomy in books, there isn't as much as there feasibly should be... though with so much access to potions to gain a human form it wasn't much needed for relations like this.

Jade's strong tail presses firmly against the archer's back to somewhat support him in this. With no wall or bedframe it leaves the chance of one or the other breaking away. Fortunately, the other tentacles clinging to him so tightly seem to hold that same intent. ]

[Would he prefer it if they were both human? Without trying it, Rook can't honestly say--but feeling Jade writhe around him as he fills him so utterly, the way he claws and clenches so desperately..... How could it possibly ever compare? He'll do his best not to pass judgment before they've tried both--and maybe with one transformed and the other not, just to be sure?--ways, but it's honestly hard to imagine his own species feeling better than this.

He wonders just how deeply he can fill Jade, how far he can push. It's a fairer question than it would be with a cock, wouldn't it? His length isn't nearly so limited, like this. As fun as that would (will?) be to experiment with, though..... he wants to fully test his new body out, while Jade is still so uninhibited. He'd rather overwhelm him a different way, tonight.]

You're doing so well. Now, hold still--

[With tentacles and tail holding them relatively steady together, it's not as hard as he'd thought it might be, to rearrange himself. Fins flutter to help lift him up, his mantle flares out for better clearance, the hand wrapped around Jade's cock helps guide it to the entrance to his siphon..... And Rook starts sinking down onto his length with a soft hiss of effort, slick mix of arousal and ink helping ease Jade in.

Oh, this is going to be incredible, he can already tell. There's something wicked in Rook's smile as his tendril starts thrusting again, rhythm steadily gaining speed and strength.]

[ Such praise would make his human ears burn and, if he were in a solid state of mind, he would likely offer an amused chuckle for it. ~~He's a spoiled rich kid at heart.~~ Though Rook's voice has always had some effect on him--positive and negative. But for now it earns a different, possibly more rewarding sound from the eel.

Not as much as entering Rook's body does, though. Immediately Jade's mouth latches onto the blond's neck, teeth and tongue working in tandem to keep him grounded. The hiss in his aural fins only adds to the sensation as his own body presses forward to help impale the other onto himself. He can't imagine that it's particularly comfortable, but neither is the heat burying itself inside of him over and over again. A length and girth that no human could ever hope to just wield around so freely...

Jade's cock is more limited than Rook's like this, but there's a primal satisfaction in how deeply he can feel himself inside of the hunter. Could humans even do something like this? Perhaps with big enough parts and careful maneuvering, but he cannot imagine it would make him coil and squirm quite like this. Each thrust of Rook's takes him deeper, surrounding the tendril with stronger muscles designed to protect him from such intrusion. He can feel how close he is now, but it only makes him all the more motivated to grind forward into the body so completely devouring him. ]

[Seven, he can't--Jade is just--it's so, so much, nearly too much to handle all at once, slamming into him so much faster and harder than he'd bargained for. Jade wrenches a ragged cry from him as he rams home in one vicious thrust, buried straight to the hilt and forcing him open wider with every grind of his hips, the heat of his mouth sending tingling jolts zinging straight down to the pit of his stomach and tips of his tentacles. How often does Rook's composure slip so badly, letting shock and pleasure rattle him even briefly?

It's enough to make him greedy for more, want to see exactly how rough he can make Jade be. His tentacle pistons inside Jade with a brutal pace now, hips grinding eagerly against Jade's to take his length as deep as he can--but Rook is quickly starting to realize even that vestige of human instincts might be less important than how shockingly controllable this part of him is. Soon enough, his siphon is very deliberately flexing and squeezing around Jade's length, keen on milking the merman for everything he's worth. Why exactly would he want to limit himself to a human shape when he could have this kind of pleasure, again?]

[ It's a brief reprieve with Rook's falter, but it's enough for Jade to finally feel some resemblance of his rational thought return. His hips harshly rock against him with little regard to how it moves them through the water until they finally brush against the mud and algae that call the lakebed their home.

His neck cranes, mouth finding the front of Rook's throat to pepper with bites and sucks. One clawed hand buries itself in the mud for support as the other roams to grope and stroke all that he can as his vision goes white. His teeth dig in ferociously on instinct as his orgasm washes over him, buried deeply inside the body gripping him so, so tightly. The moan that follows reverberates through him and against such colorful, ruined skin. All the while every twist and thrust of that tendril spreading him apart edges between wonderous pleasure and blissful agony.

Webbed fingers find the gills on Rook's right side, clawed tips burying themselves inside in a bid to feel more. ]

Edited 2024-04-07 20:48 (UTC)

[How fortunate for him that Jade's instincts are only this violent, or he might be in real trouble of being seriously wounded. As it is Rook all but screams as fangs and claws plunge into him, gills spasming in an instinctive attempt to push out the foreign intrusion, pleasure and pain bleeding together into something white-hot and explosive, indistinguishable as they force him over the edge. He spills hot inside Jade, tentacle forcing itself into those tight muscles as deeply as it can manage, muscles clenching and holding violently around Jade's cock as he unravels.

He's not sure how long it takes to relax, riding such an intense high. But eventually, Rook melts into Jade's coils and cuddles against his chest, thoughts drifting and hazy. He doesn't need to move yet, does he? This closeness feels far too good to give up until he absolutely has to.]

[ It's nearly unbearable how warm he feels inside when Rook cums. Jade's own gills flare, exhilarated in their effort to keep up with the level of oxygen his lungs need. Tongue follows up on the bite to Rook's throat once he's collected enough to unlatch, but he doesn't fight when the hunter curls in on him. How even after this Rook's three hearts seem calmer than his own feels... unfair?

But it only earns a sigh. At least he managed a scream out of him--though it only brings the thought of what else could to his mind. Claws retreat from now bloodied gills in favor of bringing his arm around the nearby strong waist instead. Keeping himself thoroughly inside him with little desire to pull back, but his mind wanders. ]

Hmm... how fascinating.

[ It's murmured more against hair than particularly aimed as conversation. His tail pulling inward to surround them as he settles. With a body so long, it's an easy task even with tentacles still absentmindedly stuck to him here and there. ]

Mmmm?

[It feels so good to just stay interlocked like this, both filled to the brim and surrounded by strong muscles on every possible side. Laying here to enjoy the afterglow, and the heady scent of his own blood in the water, it's easy to feel him start shifting again--this time, his skin grows strangely textured beneath Jade's tongue, the dull and murky green-brown of mud and algae blossoming to help hide them away.

What is Jade even talking about? What about fucking is fascinating, exactly?]

[ The change in texture is pleasant in the striking contrast of the siphon he's still buried so deeply inside. Would Rook be sore after this the way he's sure himself will be? Although he's not exactly sure where he'll feel such pleasant discomfort once he's transformed. It isn't like these forms truly translate over one hundred percent logically. ]

I had expected a strong reaction, but you certainly surpassed my expectations.

[ His body tenses slightly around the tendril still embedded in him, but he doesn't move at all to pull away. His lips close over one of the multiple bites he's left on the hunter's neck, appreciating his own handiwork and how Rook's change in texture affects them. ]

Perhaps my first experiment tested the waters too intensely.

[ He doesn't sound at all displeased. ]

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