Nali floated from Zorath's cavern still slick and sensitive from his deep, sucking kiss, the itch finally eased into a warm throb that made her crave more attention. She swam straight back to the tavern, cunt bare and puffy from the earlier torment, pushing through the coral doors with her folds already parted by her own eager fingers. Spotting the bearded merman at his usual table, she thrust her hips forward, spreading herself wide right in his face. "Please, touch it again," she begged, voice breathy with hope.

The merman grinned and said, "Lie back on the table, human, and I'll lick that pretty pussy clean." He swept his arm across the surface, sending plates of half-eaten seaweed and scattered cards flying into the water as the others protested with chuckles. "Sorry about before," one called out, "we were wrong to say it was stretched and ruined—your cunt looks tight and delicious again, and we're bored of our mermaid wives' slick nothing. Let us play with it, Nali." Another added, "Yeah, we miss how wet and responsive it gets; we'll make it feel so good this time." Nali climbed onto the cleared table, heart fluttering with joy as she held her pussy open with both hands, clit exposed and glistening. "I'm so happy you like my pussy again," she said, smiling wide, "it makes me feel wanted and excited—come on, start licking it now, I need your tongue."

Instead, the merman uncorked a small vial he'd kept hidden and poured the kraken venom straight over her swollen lips and clit. Nali gasped, "It burns!" even as the heat bloomed into a deep, needy itch that made her hips buck. "But I thought you wanted to lick it... oh, it feels good too, don't stop that feeling." The mermen laughed around her, one saying, "We just think it's funny when you scratch your pussy like crazy." She began rubbing frantically, fingers working inside her folds and circling her clit with gentle, desperate strokes. "It itches so much more now," she moaned, "please, a toothbrush—someone give me one to scratch deeper." A dirty, used one was passed over; she grabbed it and worked the bristles along her inner lips and over her clit in quick, satisfying motions, the water echoing with her sighs of relief mixed with pleasure as they watched. "You really thought we'd lick it after all that begging," one teased through the uproar of laughter, "look how desperate you were." The itch eased under her careful brushing, her hand lingering protectively on her cunt, until another vial emptied over her again, sparking fresh frantic scratching amid their amused voices.

Her fingers flew over the inflamed skin once more, the fresh dose of venom igniting a fiercer burn that radiated from her swollen clit straight through her core, making her thighs tremble and her hips jerk upward in involuntary spasms. The bristles of the toothbrush rasped deliciously along her inner folds, sending sharp jolts of relief-pain that blurred into throbbing arousal, her pussy clenching around nothing as clear fluid leaked in steady pulses to mix with the venom's oily sheen. The mermen's laughter swelled like a tide, their scaled hands reaching to pinch her nipples or slap her breasts lightly while they watched her desperate display, the water thick with the scent of her need and their amusement. "Look at her work that nasty little hole," one jeered, but the words faded as a low, possessive rumble vibrated through the entire tavern, shaking coral loose from the walls.

Zorath's colossal form surged into view beyond the doors, tentacles whipping forward with impossible speed to coil around the bearded merman's throat and slam him against the far wall. The other mermen scattered in panic, their taunts dying into bubbles of terror, but Nali could only moan as one of the kraken's thick appendages slithered between her spread legs without warning. It pressed flat against her itching cunt in a deliberate, suctioning stroke that devoured the venom and her frantic rubbing alike, the textured underside grinding over her clit with rhythmic pulses that forced an orgasm to crash through her body before she could even gasp. "Mine alone," Zorath intoned, his beak grazing her ear as another tentacle invaded her mouth to silence any protest, the taste of salt and power flooding her senses. Her secret rebellions had been watched all along, and now the retribution would stretch her in ways the mermen never could, binding her pleasure and pain into an eternal, exclusive claim beneath the waves.

Kraken's Eternal Claim