Reaching new depths

      When Jeremy fell from the ship and plunged into the sea, he didn’t expect to survive the ordeal. During a storm it’s basically a death sentence.       But here he is, alive and well, shivering in a cave that seems to have no way out beside a huge hole above that provides some light. There’s a pond in the middle, the water dark and ominous-looking, so Jeremy stays away from it for now. He has other problems now, like trying not to turn into an icicle.       He hugs his knees to his chest, trying to preserve as much of body heat as he can, but it’s kind of pointless with his clothes soaked through from his brief dive into the sea.       How did he even get here? He doesn’t remember much, only the moment he hit the water surface, the surrounding darkness, the painful squeezing of his lungs, the panic — and then nothing.       So someone must have saved him and taken him here, for whatever reason.       Bubbles appear on the pond’s surface, then a humanoid face appears above the water’s level, short dark hair dripping and green eyes staring right at Jeremy. He observes as the torso reveals itself gradually, black scales covering parts of the skin, the most on the shoulders and near the gills on the neck.       It’s the first time Jeremy sees a creature like this one.       “Hi?” he says, like a total dumbass.       The creature tilts its head. “Hi,” it says, but it comes out strained. Is it mimicking him or consciously talking?       Only one way to find out.       “So,” Jeremy starts, rather awkwardly, “what’s your name?”       Does the creature even have a name?       “Kevin.” The strange accent makes the syllabes elongated, almost musical. Jeremy wonders who taught it English.       Calling the creature ‘it’ feels wrong, Jeremy thinks to himself. But does Kevin even care about pronouns?       “Ah, you’re awake.” He jumps at the sudden voice echoing in the cave. Kevin doesn’t react, still floating in the pond, his eyes locked on Jeremy.       A man walks in from who-knows-where, his hands clasped behind his back. A strange tattoo marks his face, but Jeremy can’t really see the shape. He’s wearing a black cloak that makes him blend into the shadows, the dark material a stark contrast to his pale skin.       “Kevin got you just in time,” the man says, petting Kevin’s head lovingly. The creature leans into the touch.       Jeremy really doesn’t know what to make of the situation. The man seems friendly enough but it still doesn’t mean that he’s not dangerous.       “And I have to say he has a good taste.” The man grins at him mischievously.       What the fuck.       “Um, thanks.” He winces when it comes out more like a question. “For rescuing me, I mean.”       “You’re welcome, darling.” The man winksat him.       Jeremy would lie if he said it didn’t make him blush furiously, warming his cheeks. Nobody’s ever flirted with him so openly — normally, people are more subtle towards him.       “How can I repay you?” Jeremy asks, shivering from the cold that has settled deep into his skin.       “Where are my manners!” The man kneels down next to Jeremy, his hand touching Jeremy’s shoulder. Warmth spreads out from there, soothing Jeremy’s skin and drying his clothes. The relief is so great that Jeremy doesn’t have it in him to question how is it possible       “Name’s Riko, by the way,” the man — Riko — says. “And as of repayment, I’d appreciate it if you spent some time with Kevin.”       A strange request, but something that Jeremy can definitely do. “Sure.”       Riko basically beams at him. “Great!” He turns back towards the pond. “Come here.”       Kevin rises from the water, and Jeremy’s breath stutters when he sees the rest of the creature’s body.       Instead of legs, Kevin has multiple tentacles that now are helping him move across the cave’s ground. The appendages are writhing as if they have a mind of their own. Jeremy wonders what they feel like to the touch.       As Kevin gets closer, Jeremy grows apprehensive. What does exactly ‘spending time with Kevin’ entail? Maybe he should have asked that before agreeing.       As if sensing Jeremy’s distress, Riko assures him, “Don’t worry, he won’t hurt you.” More warmth spreads from Riko’s hand, loosening Jeremy’s muscles. “You can stop him anytime.”       In what feels like a second, Jeremy ends up lying on the ground, completely naked and staring up at Kevin hovering above him. The tentacles are caressing him, raising goosebumps along his body. They are surprisingly warm to the touch, their softness feeling almost like human skin.       One of the tendrils wraps around his engorged clit, and Jeremy moans at the contact. Kevin coos and smiles down at him, his sharp teeth showing. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Riko says, sitting near them.       Another tentacle circles Jeremy’s asshole, putting light pressure against the rim. He gasps, and that’s when his mouth gets stuffed with something thick. It touches the back of his throat, and Jeremy gags, but the tendril doesn’t retract fully. Instead, it rests on his tongue, effectively muffling his voice.       His limbs are caught in tentacles, too, then spread apart so that every inch of Jeremy’s skin is on display. The tendril massaging his asshole finally breaches it, the slight pain turning into pleasure when his clit is sucked on. His pussy soon shares the fate, getting stuffed to the brim and stretched near its limits.       Jeremy is totally helpless now, and he fucking loves every second of it.       “Now the real fun begins,” Riko says.       Jeremy nearly screams as the tentacles start fucking him, touching all the sensitive places that nobody has reached before.       “Do you know that Kevin can lay eggs?” Riko reaches out and tweaks Jeremy’s nipple. “They get quite big.” Jeremy whines at the image Riko paints in his mind.       He hopes they’ll get to do this.