Harpy Boyfriend: Lykomedes #1 (rough draft)

A long time ago when I was little, I was swept away by a storm. I was dragged through the ocean, toppled and tossed until I was thrown onto a rocky beach. I was lost, scared and alone and still heavily dependent on my family. I stayed around the little rocky beach, hoping someone would find me. I lived off bugs that fell in the water and sometimes I was lucky enough to catch small fish, but I was growing sicker and sicker as time passed.

Then, one day, a mother harpy was making a new nest on the beach. Her nest had been swept away by the storm as well and only one of her children had survived. She found me and I thought for sure it was the end of my life. Harpies and merfolk have never gotten along and since I was so small and weak, I knew for a fact I’d be food to her. 

Instead, the mother harpy fed me. She caught fish for me to eat and fed me alongside her son. She took care of me and protected me like I was one of her own. Although, her son and I fought horribly, neither one of us liked the other, even to this day.

On the same rocky beach, Mother Theano still looks out for me along with all her new children. Lykomedes, her eldest son and the one I grew up beside, has been gone for a long while. He left not long after we both matured. I suppose he’s out taking revenge on me by pestering other mermaids.

I’ve since taken to helping Mother Theano and the new children. I go out fishing and hunting to help feed the kids. Although, my main source of hunting isn’t the fish themselves, but rather fishermen. I track down their boats and nets, sometimes stealing them once they are full, or doing a most dramatic act to catch their attention.

Lately, I have quite enjoyed ‘getting caught’ and letting the fishermen think they’ve got me. I’ve been using this to get better food, like crabs and lobsters, and a few times a swordfish or some bigger tuna, things I can’t catch on my own. 

Right now I’m waiting, clinging to a net and waiting for the fishermen to return. They’d pull me onboard and when the shock wore off, they’d be all simpering fools wanting to help the poor injured mermaid. I would simper and whine and cry big, fat, fake tears then knock them around with my tail and abscond with my booty. It was quite fun, and sometimes it even got me a little excited.

It’s so easy to turn men on. All you got to do is heave your bosom a few times, look at them with a pout and teary eyes, and then promise them anything, anything, if they help you and make you feel better. You touch their lips, you touch their thighs. They get all hot and bothered so easily. I’ll admit too, sometimes when I put myself in the nets, I get ideas. But I have yet to do anything about it.

I can see the ship returning, so I get myself ready to be poised for when they pull up the net. A large bird lands near me on a rock and they laugh.

“So, this is what you’re up to these days?”

I jump and look around, seeing Lykomedes perched behind me. He’s gotten so big! Last time I saw him, he was a skinny, pointy little thing. Now looking at him, he’s huge. He’s got thick thighs and great big taloned feet. He’s covered in the glossiest black wings I have ever seen. His wings and arms are well toned, as are most harpies’. His chest is barreled and while he has a sloped waist, there is a thickness there.

“What are you doing here?” I spit at him. “Where the hell did you even come from? Shouldn’t you be dead already?”

Lykomedes scoffs and shakes his head. “So very nice to see you too, Mariska. Ma told me to come looking for you, said you might need help hunting.” His yellow eyes scan towards the boat and he smirks. “How’s that going, by the way?”

I slice my hands through the water, sending waves of water at him. “Get out of here! I am trying to do something!” 

“Playing dirty, huh?” Lykomedes chuckles. “Let me guess, you pretend to be the fragile damsel in distress. You fake cry and you make attractive promises to the sailors.”

I splash at him more but he hops over onto a high stone. 

Lykomedes’ wicked little grin grows bigger. He licks a black tongue along his lips and laughs. “Do you fuck them too or is that for just an emergency?”

I lunge at him, trying to scrape up the rock, but he jumps higher and away from me. “I don’t need you here! I do fine on my own! You’re going to mess this up for me!”

“Does Ma know this is how you feed the family?” Lykomedes taunts.

“She doesn’t need to know! As long as the kids are happy and healthy, that’s all that matters! Who gives a shit if I rob a few fishermen?”

Lykomedes whistles. “Wow, you have changed. Ma still thinks you’re the pretty little angelfish she saved all those years ago. Look at you now.”

“At least I’ve been here!” I bark at him.

His expression goes dark and serious. “Yes, you’ve been here,” he speaks with a voice that sends chills down my spine. “You’ve been too scared to leave Ma, haven’t you?” He rolls his eyes and lets out a wicked chuckle. “You’ve been terrified ever since you were little. It wouldn’t hurt you to venture out, you know? Maybe make yourself a better person.”

I glower at him. “You left and you still seem to be the same asshole as before. Only difference with you is that you’re huge and less appealing!”

Lykomedes licks the corner of his mouth. “Ah, you noticed?”

I look to see the ship getting closer and glare back at him. “Go away! I’m busy!”

“Maybe I could help,” he laughs. “Come on? Surely two fakers are better than one?”

“No! No, go away!” I hiss at him. I hunker down in the water and hide myself in the net. I look up through the water, seeing the rowboat is coming towards me. I’m pulled up into the small boat and it’s the same as usual. There is shock and awe as the sailors try to get the net off me. I cry and whine, begging for help and then clinging to the first sailor I meet.

“Oh, thank goodness! You saved me!” I cry.

“That’s the one.” I’m grabbed from behind and shoved down into the rowboat. A big hand presses around my throat and I try to claw at his arm. I take a few good scratches before my hands are yanked back and tied above me.

“We got her!” One of the fishermen yells towards the boat. “We got the thief!”

“Let me go! What are you doing?” I struggle and trash but the two men hold me down. My hands are placed above my head and tied with very rough rope. They sit on my tail and keep me from moving even the slightest bit. 

One brandishes a knife and places it to my jaw. “Shut up! You’ve robbed us for the last time.”

I shiver and go still. “Please. Please!” I struggle to see what range I have, but I have none. “I’ll do anything. Please! Just let me go, please!”

The sailor cups his hand around my mouth. “Your fake tears won’t work on us this time. You’ll cry, all right. Once you’re on that ship, you’re going to pay for every catch you’ve stolen.” He laughs and grins in my face. His breath smells horrible and I want to gag. Fear is coursing through my body and panic is starting to take hold of my mind. 

Real tears start to roll down my cheeks and I thrash and fight violently. The men laugh and taunt me, calling me names and spitting on me. Then all of a sudden, one of them is picked up and thrown into the ocean. There’s a scream for help before the sound of choking and thrashing. 

The second sailor snarls, keeping himself on me to make sure I don’t escape. I thrash and buck, finally hitting him so he moves. I flip around, hitting him with my tail and knocking him against the rocks. I then lay there in the boat, sobbing and screaming to get the fear out of me.

Lykomedes lands in the rowboat and removes the ropes from around my wrists. “Are you ok? Mariska!”

I leap up and wrap my arms around him and cry. I’ve never been so scared in my life. There’s no telling what those men would have done to me. I cling to him, holding him tight. Even though it’s him, I don’t want to let him go.

“It’s ok, Mariska, it’s ok.” Lykomedes’ feathers cover me and shroud me.

We go back to our beach where I sob to Mother Theano and the kids, but they all hug and surround me. That evening, I rest on a rock near the beach, watching as Mother Theano tucks the kids into the nest. They were fed well, Lykomedes went out and caught something that fed everyone. I sigh and feel how horribly my body aches. It is amazing what fear will do to a person.

“You doing ok over there?”

I close my eyes and pout. “I want to hate you but I can’t.”

He chuckles and hops down closer to me. “You owe me big time, little Miss Fish.”

My brow crinkles and I flop my tail in the water. “Yeah, well, whatever,” I grumble under my breath.

“You can’t tell me that is the first time that happened,” Lykomedes scoffs. “Surely you’ve been in danger before doing that to yourself.”

My lip curls up and I have to face away from him. “I’ve been able to get out of it before,” I snarl under my breath. “But that was a planned attack. They wanted to capture me. How the hell was I supposed to know that?” I rest my cheek on my arm as I gaze up at him. “I can always fight my way out of it.”

“Oh, you can fight, can you?” He laughs. 

I stick my tongue out at him. “I grew up with you, didn’t I?”

“What do you plan to do now? What if they come back? They probably are, considering you killed two of their men today!” He snaps at me.

“Hey!” I whip around to glare at him. “You killed one of them first!”

“Gladly too!” Lykomedes snarls.

I back down and rest my head on my arms again. “You didn’t have to.”

“The way they kept-” he stops himself. “Never mind. It’s done with. Just consider yourself lucky I was there.”

“I do,” I grumble in a low voice.

Lykomedes’ smile is soft and gentle. His eyes are all black save for the golden yellow disks in the center. They glow in the dim light of the night and light up his face like a shining beacon. In a way, he is lovely, but I’ll never admit that. 

“Why do you do that, Mariska?” He scoffs. “It’s reckless and stupid. Ma taught you better than that.”

I rise up from the rock and huff. “Not that I have to owe you any explanation,” I sneer. “But I do it because it’s fun.”

Lykomedes scowls at me hard, looking at me like I’m stupid. “Because it’s fun?” He howls in disbelief. “How can you think that’s fun?”

I grin at him and lean closer. “I like getting them excited. I like getting myself tied up,” I whisper to him, popping my lips as I spoke. “I like the thrill of fooling them and getting my way. I like knowing I can wrap them around my finger so easily.”

Lykomedes tilts his head to the side and stares at me. “You like getting tied up?” He inches closer to me. “That’s what this is all about?”

Had I said that out loud? I rear back and touch my fingers to my lips, carefully deciding where to go from there. “Yeah, well,” I shrug and look away from him. “Sometimes it has its few little perks. But like I said, I don’t have to explain myself to you. So mind your business! I do this to take care of Mother and the kids.”

Lykomedes hops closer to where he’s standing on my rock. “Don’t tell me you get turned on by all that.”

I glare up at him and scoff. “Why are you even saying that?” I slip into the water and start to swim away, but he follows after me. He flies above me, looking like a black cloud. I swim off into a cave where I have my own personal space. Lykomedes flies inside and lands on the sandy shore within the cave. I have the walls painted with glowing krill, so there is always light inside. 

“Get out of here!” I huff at him.

“Awe, and after I’ve been gone so long. I’d figured you’d want to see me.” Lykomedes sits down on the beach and stretches out his long legs. 

“Not particularly,” I sniff. “It’s been nice with just Mother and me.”

“Tell me more about how you like to get tied up,” Lykomedes chuckles. “I had no idea you would turn out to be such a pervert, Mariska.”

I throw a rock at him but he dodges it. “Did you come here just to mock me?”

“No, I actually wanted to make sure you’re ok. After what happened today, I figure you still might be a bit rattled.”

I glare at him and throw another rock. “Stop reminding me!”

“Will you keep doing that act?” Lykomedes asks. “Now that you know there are fishermen out there pissed at you? I’m not always going to be around to help you. Think about that next time you want to get your kicks.”

I throw myself on the shore, tackling him and pinning him to the ground. We struggle and fight. I bite his arm as he pushes me down. I hit him with my tail and we roll into the water. I have him on his back and I splash water in his face. He smashes his hand on my cheek and I bite his sharp fingers. 

We stall for a moment, breathing heavy and glaring at each other in the pale blue glow. I pet my palm down his chest and stomach, gliding along the feathers of his thigh. His cock is out and very hard.

“Who is the pervert now?” I growl as I start to stroke him.

“Mm,” he moans and stretches his neck. “You’re the one touching me.”

“You’re the one enjoying it,” I pant. I lay on his chest and kiss him along his collarbone and neck. I listen to his moans growl and rumble in his throat. I drag my hand along his skin and his sharp fingers dig into my scalp.

“Mariska,” he breathes into the air. “Oh, Mariska.”

I kiss down his chest and stomach, unsure of what I’m doing but knowing that I want it. I lick up his shaft. The strange shape of it is oblong with a very thick base that tapers into a thin shaft with a flat, pointed head. It’s purple like an amethyst fading into pitch black at the very tip. 

I swirl my tongue around the tip, tasting the nectar already dripping from the little opening. Lykomedes pants and moans, grabbing his hands around his face. I slowly take him into my mouth, sucking him slowly as I press my tongue against him.

“Mariska,” he whimpers my name, “Mariska!”

I look up at him and stroke my hand up his stomach. I moan for him, letting the vibrations travel through him. He sits up, looking down at me and running his fingers through my hair. I feel him trembling on my tongue and his nails drag down my scalp.

“Mariska, I’m cumming,” he wails.

I move my head faster, squeezing my hand around the base. His pulse flutters on my tongue and then his warm seed spills there. I drink him in, taking every last drop until he’s soft again. I lick my lips and raise up, glaring into his eyes which have become glazed and dreamy.

We kiss and I wrap my arms around his neck. “You pervert,” I growl into his ear. “Can you taste yourself?”

His claws trail down my spine and make me shiver. “Did you enjoy having me?” He whispers back. “Haven’t you wanted that for a long time?”

I kiss him again just to shut him up, he pushes me down and bites me, trailing hard kisses down my chest before he nips and bites at my breasts.

“They’re so soft,” he moans. His long tongue laps at my nipples. “I thought they’d be rocks attached to your chest.”

I wriggle under him. “Gross. Why would you think that?”

Lykomedes nuzzles his face between my breasts and he squeezes them. “I’m so glad I’m wrong. No wonder you can trick those idiot sailors so easily.”

“Hey! Now just a second-” I groan.

His long, black tongue licks down my center and stops just before my scales. His fingers rub, finding the slit that’s become open. It squishes and oozes as he presses, thick fluid seeps out and coats his fingers. Lykomedes’ tongue sinks in and I cry out so loud, my voice reverberates off all the walls of the cave.

“Mm,” Lykomedes looks up at me. “Does that feel good? Or are you not ready yet?”

I glare down at him, feeling so exposed and raw at this moment. “You’re not doing it right,” I snarl at him.

Lykomedes kisses me again, pressing it hard before it turns soft. His tongue licks at my lips and he breathes into me. I cup my hand around his face, stroking it down his neck and shoulder. I take his arm and then hold his hand, guiding it over me. I push his fingers, letting them sink into me. I moan into his mouth and press close to him. I swirl his fingers, letting him feel all around inside. He traces the lines and then bites my lip. His fingers sink deeper and disappear inside. I hold his wrist tight and watch him. I then watch as he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean.

“Well?” I grumble.

“Tastes like a freaky degenerate who gets aroused by tricking me out of their hard labor.” He breathes against my neck. “I like it.”

I grab the nape of his neck. “Then get your fill.” I smash his head down, smearing it against my slit. His face rubs to it before his tongue slithers back inside. I moan and sigh, bucking my tail and slapping it into the water as he slurps and chokes. 

My lashes flicker and my eyes begin to roll back. I bend my neck into an arch and the swirling of his tongue brings me over the edge. I gush into his mouth, coat his tongue and the fluid slick down my tail. As I lay back against the sand, Lykomedes pulls up, my cum stringing from his chin and tongue. He’s breathing hard and his tongue lands from his mouth, limp and dead. He slurps it back in, licking his chops before rubbing his wings to clean himself. 

Lykomedes and I remain silent as he lays beside me on the beach. We breathe and cool, not saying a word because we’re afraid of what will come out. 

“What just happened?” Lykomedes whispers.

I sputter and cough as I start to laugh. “I’m not sure.”

He lets out a loud puff and I watch his chest sink. “Yeah, uhm-” His throat ripples as he swallows. “Sort of came from nowhere, didn’t it?”

“Yeah,” I reply wearily.

Lykomedes sits up, propping himself on his elbows as he looks down at me. “Did you like it?” 

“Like it?” I scoff. “What’s there to like?” I roll over onto my belly and rest my cheek on my arms.

Lykomedes rubs his hand up and down my back. “I mean, did you like what we did?” He laughs nervously. “Would it be something you’d enjoy often?”

I close my eyes, trying to ignore the part of me that is feeling so good and elated. “I don’t know,” I grumble. “Maybe.”

“You came,” he whispers into my ear. “I came.”

“What, did you like it?” I ask him. I open my eyes to look at him, seeing the same bleary and lusty expression as before.

“Yeah,” he huffs. “I did like it. I liked it a lot.” He swallows. “I liked when we were fighting too.”

“And you call me the pervert?” I chuckle. 

“You could have called me out when you found I was hard.” Lykomedes lays down beside me and puts his wings around me. “But what did you do? You gobbled me up like you were starving for me.”

I kiss him to shut him up, tasting myself on his tongue still. “You’re disgusting,” I pant into his ear. 

“Admit it,” he growls. “Tell me I was delicious.”

“Is that what you learned out there?” I gasp as he kisses down my neck and chest. 

“Mariska,” he moans against my cheek.

“Lykomedes,” I claw down his back. “We have to stop this.”

“I can’t, I won’t.” He looks me in the eyes and I slap him. A grin spreads across his face and I slap him again. He dips down, kissing me as I claw my fingers down his back.

“You vicious girl,” he snarls at me.

“Come back here.” I pull him down, kissing him more, biting his lip and tongue as our bodies press and meld together. I then pull away, cupping my hand over my mouth as I catch my breath. 

“We’re doing it again!” I whine.

Lykomedes chuckles as his tongue circles his lips. “I can do it all night.”

I sit up and frown at him. “Why are we doing this?” I snap at him. “I thought you hated me! I thought I hated you.” I cup my hands around my face. “Why are we doing this and why do we want it?”

“Maybe we’ve been wrong this whole time,” Lykomedes murmurs. “Maybe it isn’t hate we have for one another.”

I glare at him. “Then what?” I snarl. 

He kisses me. “Something much worse.”

I push him away and slip back into the water. It feels cold against me, unlike how hot and sweaty Lykomedes is. I rub my hands down my arms and touch myself under the water. I’m still open and swollen for him.

Lykomedes sits at the edge of the water. “While I was gone, all I ever dreamed of was you. I thought I hated you. I wanted to hate you. I called you names in my mind that I knew weren’t true. Anytime I saw someone, I compared them to you.”

I leer over my shoulder at him and see his expression is grumpy yet sad. “How would you compare?”

Lykomedes’ lips tug into a smile. “Because they weren’t you.”

I shift in the water to face him as he comes towards me. His wings wrap around me and I place my palms on his chest. “I came back because I couldn’t stand it any longer. I wanted to see you and remind myself how much you annoyed me.” 

“Did it work?” I coo.

“Yes.” His lips brush against my temple. “In the worst possible way.”