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[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. ]

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[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. ]

[Oh, he's guaranteed to be sore by the time he makes it back to the dorm, with how thoroughly Jade has ravished him. Even now, the first aches are starting to creep in; Rook's breath catches on a half-voiced whimper as Jade's lips tease at a bite, nerves still buzzing with oversensitivity.]

I suppose we'll hah-have to try a-again later to make sure then, won't we?

[Jade can be as intense and ambitious as he wants, if every experiment feels this incredible. How many tests does he want, until he's fully satisfied with his findings? He's ready to give himself over to them as many times as Jade's heart desires.]

[ That whimper makes him want to bite down, but he refrains in favor of continuing his lavish attention. His hips give a slow, steady roll down into the body below him. How would a form like this hold up to extensive stimulation? Would his color changing be effected? Would Rook be as open to experimentation to the other beasts and merfolk roaming around campus?

Well, that would certainly make him jealous in a way that would wind up with more than just a nibble or bite. Jade's hand trails down Rook's side, thumb brushing just below flared gills. ]

I had half expected you to reject my advances.

Ah--

[Such a tease. Rook's siphon quivers and clenches around Jade in thoughtless desire, tentacle twitching and curling erratically inside him as his head falls back. Even after coming only minutes ago, touching him like this..... It doesn't feel like his body is quite his own again yet, when he can't control such reactivity. Is his body really his, while it doesn't obey him?]

Wh-why would you think that?

[ Oh, how it drags a shiver through Jade's body at such pulsing inside and around him--but he's having a conversation. So the moan is hissed through his teeth against Rook's bloody, inky throat instead.

The way that tentacle moves makes it difficult, though. So shouldn't he distract it in some way? Clawed fingertips continue their trail downward until he finds where they're so seated together, thumb brushing along what small bit of Rook's sex he can find. ]

Mm... I doubt you were following me so closely lately due to personal interest, Rook-san.

[ And, truly, he ~~stalks~~ researches quite a few people. ]

I thought I might have come on too strongly. You are a human, after all.

I.....

[Rook's tendril twitches sharply under even such a gentle touch, flexing to press more firmly into Jade's hand. What were they talking about, again? Hunting?

He really needs to regain his composure. Once he's there, it's so much easier to stay in control than it is once he's dropped his guard like this.]

N-non. But even so, it was a request I was delighted to accept.

Should I congratulate you on a perfectly executed plan? It seems you really do have me right where you want me.

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