A Bone in His Teeth

by Kellen Graves

the netting on that boat was woven with silvery threads. Like the hair of an elderly woman, or rather—Eridanys’ own moon-kissed strands.

Oh please don’t tell me they killed the merrow

“I’ll take my time learning what drives you mad.”

eyes crossing and rolling back into his head as he swore the cock penetrated up the whole length of his spine.

“You—were made to be fucked on your knees, sailor,” Eridanys told him, gripping the headboard with the hand not pinning Alba into the bed. “Keep your ass up, just like that—mmh—A shame no other man ever knew you like this—your crew mates would have passed you around until every last one got a chance.”

“Not your c-cocks, damnit!” Alba shouted,

All while being in someone else’s house and sleeping in someone else’s bed

The swollen knot was enough that Alba learned how it felt to be filled, held in place as every inch of Eridanys’ body clenched and squeezed against him.

TWO COCKS AND A KNOT???? Hell yeah brother we eatin’ good tonight

Whose arm draping over him soon twitched and shifted as the siren himself drifted off, eventually traveling up to cup around the front of Alba’s throat in a possessive, protective sort of way, like even fast asleep in that bed far from the sea, he still worried the tide might sweep in and take him.

We crave kinship, but it’s easy to drift apart again in a place so endless.”

I wonder if you ever heard me sing without knowing it.”

The pale siren spent more time hunched on the balls of his feet mumbling and scouring the mud with his claws than he did upright. Intent on proving a point, on proving himself a fine mate that could provide treasures to his chosen person.

Alba. Alba, here. Alba, look. Alba. Alba. What do you think? Always followed by an extended hand dribbling a few pearls, pretty shells, even sometimes what looked like lost merrow jewelry.

A silver tool like a potter’s rib was inserted beneath their scales, scraping thick curls of shimmering white fat out from between the skin and muscle.

They absolutely use this in the lighthouse

“Don’t you dare drown me,” he threatened into Eridanys’ ear. “I’ll haunt you for every day you’re still alive.” “Promise?”

And such a beautiful, breathtaking thing—was looking right back at him, as if there was a chance in the world Eridanys could ever think the same of someone like Albatross Marsh.

Eventually the compliments ensured Eridanys’ ego got the better of him, taking Alba to kiss him. To open his shirt, then his pants, to pull him over the moss and spread his legs and devour him in exchange for all the musing over how beautiful and perfect and handsome he was.

The state he sank into was hardly sleep, passing through the floor while his body clung to the bed, dangling by hooks as he tried to flee the taste of rusty, metallic blood in his mouth.

Edythe Marsh was all Albatross Marsh had in his entire life; she was his reason for living, and in many ways, he was hers. In many other ways, against both of their wills.

“I would have still put my eyes on you and failed to ever look away again. I would have still made you mine any time I spotted you. From any shore.”

“I think I like being used by needy sailors like you, after all.”

“God—Neptune save me, I will gut any man who ever lays a hand on what’s mine.”

“Alba… ” Eridanys whispered, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to. Like he only did it because Alba said his name, first—but then the sound came again, and again. Alba, Alba, like the taste of it on his tongue complemented the pleasure sparking in his blood.

“Cum for me,” he whispered, making Alba shiver. “I want you to cum for me, Albatross, my prince of the sea.”

“You feel so good, Alba—” he said between gasps, words spilling out like he never expected them. “I want to be the only one—who ever says your name, inside of you, knowing you, Alba, Alba. My caller of the shore—Mine, only mine⁠—”

“I told you once before—If you hadn’t chosen me, first, I would have simply stolen you away to keep for myself. To use whenever, however I like.”

Hardly more than a silhouette on the misty black shore, Josiah Warren watched as Alba was carried away by the last merrow of Moon Harbor.

I never wished them peace, or happiness, but—I never wished them pain, either.

“With you I’ll always stay, Albatross. Prince of the sea.”