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No!
I could not die and leave the rival to reclaim my mate.
My frustration and twitching became more substantial, grunts and growls spilling out of my too-dry throat as my fins seemed to solidify. My body knocked awkwardly against the soft floor, eyes tracking wildly around the room. I no longer felt like I was dying, I could breathe, but the air felt too light, too insubstantial. I struggled upwards, balancing on my fins somehow, which weren’t fins at all.
I clambered up, swaying, grabbing at some nearby surface for purchase as I struggled to remain upright. I didn’t understand the urge to do so, but my body was preparing for battle and I trusted it. The gills on my neck gave gentle popping sounds as they opened and closed, the ruffled edge of my head fin falling over half my face. I was more than fish, but less than…them…my mate and therivalthat still stood too close to her.
It was time to change that.
I charged at him with a roar, pushing through the hesitation that warned me off of the clear wall when I was in the water. He made some noise, a bark of a syllable that almost stopped me in its familiarity, but I ignored it. Some cheap tactic to avoid a fight, surely: he was a coward.
My face met his chest, albeit without the speed I’d hoped for, what I would have had in the water. Instead, it brought us both crashing down to the soft floor, where I raised a not-fin and slammed it awkwardly across his face and body from atop him. He caught the movement in his fins - no,hands, some faint memory recalled - and again made that familiar bark, that sound that I somehow knew meantme.
I howled with rage, pulling my head back and preparing to smash it down into his, hopefully incapacitating him. Instead, he yanked one of his hands free and caught the back of my neck, pulling our faces together and pressing his mouth to mine.
What insanity was this?
A groan sounded between us, vibrating our connection pleasantly, and I realized with a shock it had rumbled frommythroat. My hips thrust and rutted at his instinctually, a firm, unyielding violence in the movement. My rival merely rode it out, mirroring it like he’d expected it, both enraging me and filling me with a confusing hunger formore. My fin flopped wetly against his cheek as our mouths devoured one another, an ache building at my core as I thrust up against something soft and hard at the same time. All at once the softness fell away, and there was only heated skin rubbing on heated skin, a sensation that made my pulse roar in my ears.
My rival slid his fins - no,legs- out from beneath the cage of my own, pressing our groins together even more firmly and drawing a choked moan of pleasure from me. Vertigo dipped and slid into my senses as I suddenly found the soft ground pressed against my back, my rival on top of me.
No, wait, he couldn’t win!
Our mouths parted wetly from each other, our chests heaving as our eyes locked. I expected to see the same fury burning in his gaze as I knew I held in mine, but there was only…softness. Affection. Even…devotion?
His hand moved to my head, gripping the strange, soft fur alongside my fin, holding my head in place. As his mouth descended to my jaw, and the fiery pinch of pain told me I’d been a fool. He’d lulled me into a false confidence, only to strike when my guard was down. I thrashed, but faster than I thought possible, his other hand slid between us, pressing the strange, sensitive root I’d grown against his own, gripping us both in a fist. I was leaking some sort of viscous water from the tip of mine, and we slid together easily, my anger evaporating in the wake of a wave of mind-numbing pleasure.
He mouthed and licked at the pain on my jaw, moaning hotly against my ear as he thrust into his grip around us. “Ro- ung-gods, Ro. I had to, please forgive me…please…fuck you feel so good…”
“Kian.” My voice was rough gravel, full of want and need, some cherished memory obliterating my hate for the rival on top of me. This wasKian. My childhood friend, my lifelong crush, my trusted confidante, not arival.
The last of my violence surged in a flash of teeth, finding his own jaw, his faint stubble sharp and delicious on my tongue, a hint of copper, abond. Understanding and connection exploded into being as I did in his hand, his strangled, delighted cry mixing into my own shout of pleasure. We fucked his clenched fist to completion together, leaking and spurting against each other’s stomachs, desperately chasing our climaxes.
Kian laid heavily on top of me, slicking against my stomach as he eased his hand back, our heady combined scent lingering on his fingertips. He smiled lazily down at me, giving a soft, teasing thrust through the puddle of come between us, lighting up my nerves. I huffed with an answering grin, closing my eyes and letting my head droop down, my fin wet against my temple.
Kian and I were mated.It was a realization that made my chest feel warm and light. Sense was starting to flow back into my brain, and I realized with dawning horror that I’d been all but wild. Kian brought me back from the knifes’ edge of losing myself with a mating bond, but something still wasn’t right. My instincts and body awareness kept confusing themselves, darting between fish-me and human-me with dizzying loops.
My mate. No, not Kian. My fish-self recognized Kian as my mate but still pressed urgently against my skull to find theothermate. The woman. The one I could sense even now through my faint, brand-new bond with Kian. Feelings of awe and arousal, barely a trickle in my perception, but timid enough that I knew they weren’t from Kian. Bracing my palms on the soft ground, I looked over my shoulder to find her, cheeks flushed a deep pink, mouth parted.
She liked what she’d seen. My fish-self preened: it might not have been a traditional mating display, but my half-fish senses could pick up on her arousal without even trying. Kian and I had stimulated her, and I hadn’t even had to make a bubble nest.
Still, however, I could spot the healing bond bite on her shoulder, which meant things were incomplete.Mybite needed to be on her too.
Ariana
Ro hadn’t transformedas completely as Kian had, after I’d kissed him. A delicate fin flopped over his eye like an aquatic emo haircut, smooth half-moon gills marked either side of his neck, and short, translucent webs stretched between the bases of his fingers. As he and Kian rose to their knees, their stomachs glistening with one another’s climaxes, the look he gave me wasn’t entirely human, but I recognized it all the same.
Hunger.
The desire that coursed through me was organic, but some of it was definitely egged on and echoed through the bond I shared with Kian, and faintly, the onehenow shared with Ro. The unfinished feel of it all nagged at me, driving me to complete the circuit, to bite Ro the way I had Kian.
I’d initially thought that I’d get to know human-Ro gradually, maybe we’d get coffee and chat, talk about how we’d navigate sharing Kian and maybe one another. The animal instinct I’d gained with the bond told me I was overthinking everything, that the answer was so much simpler. It got even easier as I pulled my shirt off and slid my skirt down, stumbling out of my flats as I reached for both of them in only my bra and underwear, modesty evidently forgotten like my reusable shopping bags.
Having my first threesome on my newish beige berber wall-to-wall wasn’t on my sexual bucket list, but, I reasoned, I shouldn’t look a gift horse in the dick. I unabashedly snuck a peek downstairs on Ro and what I saw had my toes curling into the carpet, arresting my forward momentum.
“Uhhh. What exactly is…thatwhole situation?” I pointed, rotating my finger in a slow circle in the direction of his groin. As he moved more fully off of Kian, I clapped a hand to my mouth, realizing they were both sporting the same unique equipment. The bases of their cocks were inflated slightly outward, like a bubble stuck at the bottom of a straw, the protrusions both soft-looking and substantial.
Kian’s eyes followed mine and he reached down with still-wet fingertips, giving the strange ball-like bulge a gentle squeeze. “Oh, this? That’s our knot. When we shift, our internal organs more or less get in line with human anatomy, but our labyrinth organ, uhm, migrates.” He gestured downwards with a lopsided grin.
