Extension of October 2024 Drabble #1

Happy Halloween, everybody! Just like every year, you get the October Drabble 1 day early as a treat :)

Enjoy!

Soldier76/Reinhardt/Reaper – old man virgin!Reinhardt; pirate captains!Reaper and Soldier76 – Gabriel and Jack have no sense of shame and just ravish their pretty merman right there on the deck of their ship.

Part 1 (Patreon Link)

Part 2 (This Part)

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Reinhardt did not worry about that. At the time. But now that the sun has gone down and the moon is shining down on them cool and beautiful and his massive tail is being straddled by Jack with his hands braced on either side of his genital slit… He starts to, well… wonder.

The captain has the front of his shirt lifted up and clenched between his teeth to keep it out of the way as he stares with single-minded attention at the glistening slit between his thumbs.

His counterpart, Gabriel, is standing just at Reinhardt’s shoulder. His fingers are speared into the old merman’s hair, idly carding through it despite the salt from the sea having dried into a brittle little crust by now.

Reinhardt likes that touch. A lot. He’s not so sure about what is going on further down, though, watching warily as the human puts some pressure onto his tail and gently starts to part his genital slit. There’s a soft, wet sound as the plump lips part for them, strings of slick wetness clinging and stretching between the lips.

Both humans groan long and drawn out. They are not alone on the deck, but the skeleton crew that is still around is keeping their distance, giving them almost privacy as they do… whatever it is they’re doing to Reinhardt.

Maybe they are not aware of what they are doing because they are humans? It’s difficult to think through the hot rush of blood in his head and abdominal region. He reaches out and tries to gently dissuade the small hands of the small creature.

“My friend! I see you are very curious! But this is not…” he trails off, a little helpless. Jack’s gaze flicks up to Reinhardt and then to Gabriel. They seem to be communicating without words. Is that something that humans can do? Reinhardt has not yet noticed as much, but… well, Jack just gently pushes Reinhardt’s hands away and goes back to doing what he is doing, and Gabriel tilts his body toward the merman in one smooth motion, distracting him immediately.

“Does it hurt?” he asks gruffly, at a stark juxtaposition to the gentle hand he has on Reinhadt’s jaw, petting through the equally salt-stiff hair of his beard.

Reinhardt falters a little, his voice much less booming than usual as he says: “Well uh… no.”

Gabriel’s jaw is set and he nods as if they were discussing some grave news. What curious creatures…

Standing, Gabriel is as tall as Reinhardt is sitting up. It’s easy for him to lean in and kiss Reinhardt, which is a whole thing in and off itself and has the merman’s hot rush of blood suddenly plunging down throughout the rest of his body.

Oh, he is sure the color of his tail is deepening with his embarrassment. How awkward…

Gabriel pulls back after a brief suckle of Reinhardt’s bottom lip. He pauses for a second, staring at the merman, then leaning back in as if too continue the kiss – when they are both distracted by Jack’s soft, muffled hiss. They look down. Reinhardt’s vision is swimming.

He does not know where to keep his focus. On Gabriel with his warm, soft mouth or on Jack who has unselfconsciously pushed his hand into Reinhardt’s genital slit and is reaching into the retracted sheath of his cock to gently wrap around Reinhardt’s sensitive member.

Reinhardt’s eyes grow wide, breath stuttering in his lungs. He can feel his gills trembling feeble at the sides of his throat as he stares down his body at how this cheeky little human is pulling his cock out of its hiding place. The sounds accompanying it all are… filthy. Wet and squelching in a way they never ever are underneath the water’s surface.

There’s a high-pitched whistling sound and it takes Gabriel reaching for Reinhardt’s shoulder and gripping it to make him realize that he is the source of the soft keening.

“My friends!” he tries but his voice is brittle. He reaches up, pressing one fist against his mouth, eyes stuck on the way his treacherous cock wraps around Jack’s wrist and then his forearm.

“Fuck… that’s big,” Gabriel mutters. He lets go of Reinhardt’s shoulder and crouches down by his hip. Two humans are staring with rapt attention at his pulsating, wet cock and Reinhardt feels like he has to drop over the edge of the ship and hide himself away in the deepest, darkest recesses of the sea. “Think you can take it?” Gabriel asks Jack.

Reinhardt makes a strangled little sound, only half-muffled in the fist still pressed against his mouth. Two pairs of eyes flick up to look at him. They are wet and dark looking; even Jack’s, whose pupils seem to have swallowed up the pale gray-blue of his irises.

Reinhardt opens his mouth, closes it, then swallows thickly and says loud yet somehow with a pathetic whine: “I don’t think you know what you are doing to me, my friends! This is… inappropriate!”

They briefly glance at each other before Gabriel twists around in his squat to look at Reinhardt again, his body language loose and relaxed. “Do you know what we’re doing to you?”

Reinhardt falters. He swallows thickly, gaze flicking back to Jack and watching him finally drag his shirt up over his head, then fumble with his pants. His cock looks vastly different to Reinhardt’s, but it is standing at attention and the tip is glistening with a wetness that Reinhardt would love to feel smeared against his fingertips.

“W-Well!”

Gabriel moves, straddling Reinhardt’s hips and leaning against his broad chest. His eyes are heavy lidded, dark face painfully handsome. “You’re going to let us play with you, aren’t you? Look at you… all flustered and nervous. Acting like a pretty virgin.”

Reinhardt falls quiet, just staring down into Gabriel’s face, his whole body hot and his tail flushed so dark that his scales have taken on the midnight blue hue of the darker parts of the sea.

He’s distracted by the wet glint of Gabriel’s mouth when he feels something thick nudging into his spread, genital slit. The sensation jolts through him; a crackle like a jellyfish’s touch racing up his spine and settling at the base of his skull. Gabriel’s mouth stretches into a smile and instead of kissing Reinhardt again – which he would have liked very much – he moves to the side so he can watch what his partner is doing to their captive merman.

Reinhardt, helplessly, looks as well.

Jack has shuffled forward, Reinhardt’s slimy cock still wrapped around his forearm and licking up toward his bicep, his brow furrowed with focus as he gently nudges the tip of his own human dick against the sensitive, red hot insides of Reinhardt’s gash.

There is a cloacal opening just above his cock whish the human seems completely fixated with; rubbing his cock against over and over and occasionally even playing with dipping it inside the barest way. Reinhardt whimpers at the resulting mild burn. No, not even a burn, just… a prickle that has him squirm and his knuckles press harder against his mouth.

It’s not… unheard of for it to get used among mermen, but… ah.

“Damn, he’s so slimy everywhere. It’s gonna be such a breeze… look at this-” Jack is growling under his breath. His voice creeps beneath Reinhardt’s skin for some reason. His eyes are wild and determined, only staring down at Reinhardt’s genital opening as he presses and rubs a bit more aggressively. When the swollen tip of his cock finally pops inside, Reinhardt can’t help the whimper ripping from him or the way his massive tail twitches. It’s involuntary and he doesn’t mean to dislodge Jack but he almost makes him fall off, his cock once more popping out of his cloaca.

“Easy,” Gabriel murmurs. His hand clasps the back of Reinhardt’s neck. It feels good for some reason. Grounding. Reinhardt just keeps staring at Jack shuffling back into position with a very determined expression.

“You not going to try and fit that in after all?” Gabriel asks his partner in a drawl, nodding toward Reinhardt’s cock hugging Jack’s arm still. It is mostly immobile and placid other than the obvious throbbing of arousal pulsing just beneath the thin, slippery skin.

Jack shakes his head, his brows furrowed, carefully popping his cock back into Reinhardt’s tight cloacal opening. “Another time maybe. Not in the mood to get my guts rearranged by a big virgin.”

He sounds so dismissive. Reinhardt squirms, his mouth dropped open, his flush finally also rising to his shoulders and face. He has trouble wrapping his head around what is happening but fact is that they aren’t hurting him.

Yes, it burns and it is an alien feeling but he can feel his body being so eager and hungry for it, clear pre-cum freely squirting up against Jack’s shoulder.

Gabriel’s grip on the back of Reinhardt’s neck grows tighter, holding him nice and firm.

“Good boy. Relax into it. Jack’ll show you a good time now.”

Reinhardt exhales shakily and after another moment of hesitation, reaches down and takes over the duty of holding his genital slit open for them.

He’d never thought that after all these years he’d lose his virginity to two humans; but he can’t say that he minds all that much. Their cocks are much smaller than their kind, unable to do any damage but still making him feel warm and full.

He’s more than happy to oblige them as long as they want to play.