Cecaelia pt.2 (Patreon)

Martin came to as the thing over his face was forcefully yanked out of his respiratory system. As he opened his eyes he could see the sea monster in front of his face again, watching him. He was somehow unable to hold is breath, water flooded his lungs as he started to thrash in panic. To his surprise his lungs didn’t start to burn, his vision didn’t flicker out. Although it took more effort, he could breathe fine.

“You survived. Good.” In her hands was whatever had been attached to his face.

Martin realized that it was the sea creature speaking inside his mind. Her mouth wasn’t moving, but it was clearly she who spoke to him, and he realized this wasn’t the first time he’d heard her. “Hello?”  he thought as loud as he could, though he had no idea if that was any use.

“Hello Martin. I am Cecaelia.”
“How do you know my name?”
“You dream.”

Despite the cold water he could feel his body burning. He still could barely move though.

“What are you? Why am I here?”
“You are here to be my mate.”

He got chills, and felt the panic slowly returning.

"With you?! This is kidnapping. I’m too young. Let me go.”

He had more opinions to express, but she cut him off. She had swum up close to him and started to unbutton his shirt.

“It’s too late. The… venom is altering you. Make you ready.”

She made a sweeping gesture over his whole body.

“You do not freeze to death. You do not suffocate to death.”

She turned back her attention to his clothes, unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down, together with his boxers.

“However, if you do not mate, you will die. Soon.”

She made a few frustrated yanks before she realized to remove the shoes. Then she pulled off his trousers, boxers, socks. He was naked, save for an unbuttoned shirt.

His mind was racing. This was fucking insane. Some of what she said was obviously true. Here he was, deep under water, not drowning and not freezing to death. If anything it was too hot, feverishly so. Perhaps she was telling the truth about him not having a choice if he wanted to live, but he was trapped in this cave with her, so he didn’t have a choice anyway. There was no need to lie.

“What do I have to do?”
“Do what I tell you to do.”

He wanted to say that he wouldn’t have any part of this hentai cosplay. That he demanded to be released at once and returned home. That she could go and whack off in a plastic bag.

“OK, I will.”, he answered.

She left and came back less than a minute later, carrying what looked like a large, raw fish fillet.

“Dinner”, she said, handing it over to him. Very, very slowly he managed to grab it. She appeared to be thinking hard and then added “Sashimi”. He caught himself flashing a brief smile.

Eating under water took a while figuring out. Eating a slab of raw fish didn’t feel as revolting if you think of it as sashimi instead. It even tasted great, he had to admit. Probably the freshest fish he’d ever had, and the salt water he struggled with not swallowing a load of, made for nice seasoning. Or perhaps it was his “altered” body showing its new self.

When he’d swallowed the last piece of fish he was exhausted. Not only was the act of eating itself more work than usual, but his body was craving energy for whatever Cecaelia’s venom was doing to him, and he was soon back to sleep.

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