Yeah, what a crock.
This story is the second installment of my original setting, Darkness Prevails.
I suggest reading the first one, Eyes in the Dark, first, as there are spoilers here for that story.
The kraken paused while licking his nipples and looked up at him, pouting. ‘I’m not cruel! Don’t be mean! I have tentacles, but I would never be cruel with them by putting them up a guy’s —’
The cancer shushed her. ‘It’s just a name, darling. Work on his chest while I clean him up to mess him more, and you can milk his cock again.’
The kraken sighed as she reached two tentacles to Mark’s cock and rubbed it slowly, using the other to tease his balls right in the middle.
‘I choose Bubblebeam,’ teased the cancer as she washed Mark’s head and face with bubbles, turning the stream on his chest and then spraying his pubic area with it, making a foamy coating on it as well as the kraken’s tentacles. Their combined laughter filled the quiet area of the beach, echoing in the distance.
The mermaid took a coconut shell of water on the deck, one among the spare you kept. She raised it to her lips, and dipped her mouth in it. Bubbles rose to the surface, and a sweet, musical note rose from each one as it pops.
‘Our main method of communication is actually singing,’ she explained. ‘So even for short conversations, we compose a song and let it fly.’
You chuckled. Sounded like a strange way of communicating.
‘Oh, come on,’ the mermaid said as she saw you grinning. ‘It’s not like we do it for every little thing, even a one-line request, but it’s as normal to us as a humans tendency to chatter.’
‘Fair enough,’ you responded, perhaps a bit disbelievingly.