#OcMarina

[wulvercazz]

🌊Young Fun💦

Previous~ Back with Open World and Thirteen, Marina and Atticus 🥰💕 This update is mosty smut btw lmao!

The sunset started to settle in the sky after a little stop by Marina’s home. Tortuga was nice and tired even after napping while they ate and the fish and seafruit Marina had caught earlier needed to be deposited in the reservoirs for fresh keeping; and her little brother would be dying to see her, if just for a few minutes, before he was put to bed. Marina walked out the front door soon after, all smiles as she met back with them and announced they were ready to fully appreciate the sunset together. It was a short walk to the shore, down the rocky sandy path straight from Marina’s to the sound of the waves. The humid air hugging them tighter the closer they got. No words spoken, only Marina smiling their way when all three came to a stop at the exact place where water licked the sand, excited for them to see the beauty they’d just described to them; as though Thirteen were about to open a gift. A little cheesy, more than a little emotive, Marina took Atticus’ hand on her right and theirs on her left. Everyone looking at each other expectant as the sun slowly started to reach the horizon, the warm yellows and pinks bleeding to violet and the light of the stars slowly blinking to life. And then the sun fully hides behind the sea, and an unnatural glow shines from the synergy of the sun and the night sky; barely the couple seconds that it takes for the sun to stop being visible altogether. Thirteen’s already gaping at the mouth, eyes wide and sparkling like the stars shine one them too; “wait, wait– here comes the best part!” Marina chippers their way, squeezing their hand as their whole attention turns back to the sea. Slowly, the water starts to earn it’s own colors; like the lights of the midnight market back in the forest, the coral and the fish slowly twinkle to life as the moon above becomes brighter. Ethereal light glowing from below the water and Thirteen feels their feet take them right in and until they get wet. Then a hand’s pulling them back and it’s Marina with that look she gets when she’s got something up her sleeve, “wanna go skinny dipping?” She asks all giddy, and Atticus’ eyes nearly jump out their sockets and his face burns up but, in his own way, he looks just as excited as she does; naturally, Thirteen says ‘yes, please’. The water’s warmer than they expect, calming the chill from the breeze and easing the ache from the day’s exercise; their clothes safe and dry on the rocky formations out the water. Marina and Atticus’ movements are as graceful as earlier, even on low water, Marina’s hair seems to never be too wet to get messy, and Atticus tail seems to follow the flow of the water so naturally it almost gets lost in it. Thirteen is almost too busy watching the lights to notice them kissing, until they get called in close. It starts as mindless playing, Marina exploring Thirteen’s body like she did the first time they met this up close; in wonder of the way the light shines in their much darker skin, unlike how it does on hers or her partner’s. Then everyone’s touching, and somehow they all gravitate towards a nearby rock to get comfortable and Thirteen ends up following Marina’s guidance in making Atticus mewl a little. Doing a little exploring for themself, on the lines and curves and light peach fuzz that seemed to cover his whole body, while Marina mouthed at his sensitive neck and scritched at his nape, her fingers drumming over his skin. Thirteen wouldn’t have done it on their own accord, not in this situation, but one look and one guiding hand atop their head has them catching on and kneeling between the cat-hybrid’s trembling knees. Shaky breaths and scaredy mewls out his lips when he realizes what’s going on, Marina’s hands and lips and words gentle and appeasing as Thirteen figures out what makes him purr.

It’s a nice length, soft yet heavy on Thirteen’s hands, and warm on the tentative tongue they settle the head on; Atticus gasping over so little. It’s encouraging. Thirteen wrapping their lips around his dick to suckle and swipe at the head while Marina traces his shaky abdomen and teases his nipples. Atticus’ thighs threaten to close on them at a particularly mean suck, so Thirteen rests on one to avoid being thoroughly crushed, and for their hand to better reach the base of his bluish cock, getting darker the more he’s teased; the harder he gets. Thirteen’s hands squeeze and pump at what’s not in their mouth, relishing in the little cries and the sudden jumps of his muscles as both of them tease and play him to their hearts’ extent. Confused when Marina leaves his side and whispers something in Thirteen’s ear; making them stop completely. Follows them with dazed eyes and a question hanging from his lip as Thirteen climbs all over him and Marina settles on his lap; nearly loses his breath when she sits on his dick. He gets the message when Marina holds on to Thirteen’s chest, balancing their weights on each other, and clamps his arms under Thirteen’s thighs and pulls them up the rest of the way to his face, drowning on their pussy while Marina tortures him with tiny thrusts and rolls of her hips; squeezing him with her warm walls and pinching at Thirteen’s nipples with her fingers. The growing waves drown out their collective cries, the pants hidden by the crashing of water against rock and splashing of their own movements, everybody’s limbs tingly and shivering with every rock of Marina’s hips jumping under Atticus’ hips rutting needy and fast, and his mouth working Thirteen’s cunt deep with a tongue raspier than they expected. Bullying their clit like they bullied his cock. Everyone blanks out one after the other, holding on for dear life to whoever’s at arms’ reach until the high of the orgasm lets them think clearly and melt into the water to chill out their overheated bodies. “I’m gonna sleep like a rock–” Marina chuckles between heavy breaths; standing on jiggly legs until Atticus helps her deeper into the water. Splashes his own face clean and smiles sheepishly, and nicely tired, at no one in particular. The chilling of the night breeze forces them out the water some time after, pulling them from quietly watching the glow beneath the waves; only breaking the peace to point at funny fish below. Everyone shivers a little on the way back, the dry clothes damping over their wet skin, less on Marina than on them – with the way her body seemed to repel water, that the growing winds were quick to cool with every hit.  It was easy to forget Atticus's family came from money, and then things like this would happen where his folks would send a servant to pick him up from Marina’s when it got too late, brought him a change of comfy clothes and a towel because they were aware of Marina’s antics. Aid Atticus begrudgingly agrees to, with some shame to his posture after a shy ‘it’s ok’ is not taken for an answer. Atticus would’ve rather walked back chittering cold, is what Marina tells them as Atticus’ fancy ride leaves, just a short walk away from Marina’s home. She knows he comes from wealth, and it doesn’t matter much to her, but Atticus would rather these little displays of it would be dialed down to nothing. Not that his parents would let that happen, they’re a bit overprotective that way; took them months to be convinced Marina wouldn’t lose him in the water.

When they enter Marina’s home, her parents are getting finished with dinner and about ready to put themselves to sleep; they welcome them, and ask their whereabouts. Marina lies with such surprising ease from someone so open; although it’s not like she lies completely, or that Thirteen would’ve preferred she told the truth. She tells them they showed them the sunset and the night glows, and then lost time playing with the water, it’s why Thirteen was so damp. They take it with a little grumbling from her dad, for being out so late, but he’s appeased by Marina kissing him on the cheek goodnight. Her parents have prepared a bed for them on Marina’s room, Thirteen wasn’t even sure where they’d stay the night, to be honest, but it’s clear they wouldn’t have allowed it any other way. Atticus and Marina both have something nice here, something warm and homey, it gets Thirteen thinking about family again; wondering aimlessly until sleep overtakes them.

sigghhh uwu I love lewding up my ocs and smashing them together like barbies lmao ✨ hope you enjoyed ✨

[sk3l3king]

Someone get their child

[interdimensional-chaos]

random, very bad pun I came up with.

Background: Marina, Zak, and Francis had just faced a pyrothenic inside a warehouse holding lightbulbs. The kids are cleaning up the aftermath.

Francis: who's bright idea was it to fight here again?

Marina gave him a funny look, then collapsed on the ground laughing.

Zak: did I miss something?

Francis: yes. He goes back to sweeping.

[incaruins]

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[wulvercazz]

🌊Mesmerizing Views🪸

Some more exploring of Luna-Aqua for Thirteen and friens uwu💕See the previous part here~

There’s a moment where no word is said, but all three seem to come to an agreement that tired laughter is exactly the correct response to what’s just happened. Their breathings’ evening out as Tortuga gets them closer and closer to their destination, straightening up and putting themselves together– just enough to look decent; In case of passerbys, of course. And there’s a point where Atticus seems to struggle getting something off his mind, until he stumbles into a: “need help— cleaning up?” He says rather quietly, and Thirteen is almost confused about the question until they remember; right, Atticus made a cummy mess of them, didn’t he…?

“I have a feeling we’re going to get messier later–” They answer, rather undisturbed, just as Marina’s reigning Tortuga closer to the waves, and giving him a quick command to help them off his back.

Thirteen has the pleasure of watching Atticus’s face glow somewhere near purple in the face as they get off and into the damp sand. Marina’s laughter ever-present when it came to him. “They could be right you know-” she wraps her arms around his waist as soon as he stands tall on the sand beside them, sneaking her hands down to his ass and pecking him lightly in his rather hot cheek, before she lets go. (But not before giving the base of his tail a teasing stroke, Thirteen is happy to avert their eyes at that; despite everything, that seems too private.)

“No one’s here much at all.” Marina announces finally, “It’s our favorite spot for foraging for… pretty much everything Luna-aquua’s ocean has to offer.” Thirteen’s eyes widen in curiosity as Marina and Atticus show them around; pointing out structures far into the distance, mountains and islands, and close where the rocks create small pools where life gathers.

Beyond what Thirteen’s come to very quickly learn about Atticus, the guy sure knows how to talk when it comes to marine life. Pointing out to them his finds and explaining to Thirteen the species the dead shells came from, picking them up and showing them in detail like a teacher, Marina even straying away and coming back with more to further entice her boyfriend to chat about sea snails and clams and crabs.

“And this–” and he hands Thirteen a small, spiky and striped empty snail shell, “Is from a glowing reef snail; they can grow quite big and live very long, they glow when they’re alive too- hence the name, of course, it’s rather charming. And… I’m not sure about the veracity of it, so don’t take my word for it, but I’ve heard that there’s a way for properly cooking and eating one of these that will give the user a limited time to breathe underwater like a fish. It could also just be deadly poisonous, but… that’s the legend, at least.” Atticus chuckles at his own story, and Thirteen tries to remember all his words, you never know when one might need this sort of knowledge, but ultimately; what captivates them is the way his smile grows wider the more he has to teach. And Marina clearly knows him all to well as she stands close, just as captivated despite clearly having heard these stories several times before.

“Ah! Let’s show Thirteen the reef–” she bursts out suddenly, making Atticus’s tail puff up for a second before recognition had it placating on its own. Marina has them all strip down to their underwear, lest they have to get back with sopping wet clothes, and walk into the water with Tortuga; who’s hard to get back up on with how much excitement’s oozing out of him once water is mentioned.

Marina’s removed his tack and placed it all secure on a rock along their clothes, so it gets a little harder to hold on once his slow trotting becomes excited floating and then vivacious swimming; but soon they’re far in enough that the ocean floor’s painted with reef colors and fast fish swimming by.

“Lets go~!” is all Marina bothers to say next before she’s jumping off into the water, and before Thirteen has any time to ask, Atticus has quietly disappeared too. No time to doubt.

They jump into the water right after, immediately followed by Tortuga diving in past them to join his Master in her fun. Thirteen squints their eyes and has to remember not to gasp themself out of breath; the view from above has nothing on this. There’s coral and sponge and sea anemones of every color, some glowing in an othernatural brightness when the shadows cover them just right.

Marina and Atticus look even more at home right in that moment; moving naturally through the sea foliage and blending right in with the fauna that’s decided they’re okay to swim carelessly around. Thirteen still can’t decide what to do with themself, as they turn in every direction.

Then Marina points at something else for them to look, and Thirteen is ripped away by their own sick need to breathe. Rushing up for a gasp of air before diving back in. Marina’s quick to hide her concern, but struggles not to look a little guilty– like she forgot how Thirteen’s different from them.

It’s fine– Thirteen wishes that magical dish was real right then, hopes it comes a time that they can do something like that as they try not to pout every time they need an oxygen break. About eight of them for every one of Atticus, twenty for one of Marina’s.

They are jealous, alright?

Despite any obstacles, Marina and Atticus show them around just like they did above; pointing at beautiful color-changing fish, at pointy creatures hidden between rocks and at the seafruit Marina liked best. Picking a few for them to eat together during breaks only to dive back to the fun.

And almost as impressive as the scenery was, was Marina pulling of her thick arm bracelet to unfold into a makeshift bag made of thin mesh. Gesturing with excitement at them and showing them they could now carry their finds… Thirteen makes a note to ask her about this secret pouch later, they simply ought to get something like it for their next travels.

Slowly, Marina’s net is filled with seafruit, edible crabs for tomorrow that Atticus is kind enough to give a quick end to, and a few more curious finds; more empty seashells and shiny rocks that Marina promises she’ll turn into jewelry for all of them and what Thirteen believes to be some sort of sharp spearhead– made of a hard iridescent material that has all three perplexed and fascinated.

Marina also takes some time to hunt fish for the bearsharks along Tortuga, holding onto his fin to flow along his movements and work together to herd the fish while she traps them. Truly mesmerizing.

Atticus shows them a few more neat finds while Marina busies herself, guides them to catch the delicate grace of the long horse eel, and excitedly points at what looks like the dead glowing reef snail he showed them on the shore; but very much alive. Thirteen is as enchanted by it’s lively colors, it’s large size- like Atticus promised- as the cat seems to be about his girlfriend’s prowess.

They’re perhaps poking a bit too much, but when Atticus and them reach back up to the surface to rest on one of the higher rocks among the reef Thirteen has to ask further about him. Not surprisingly, he’s got advanced studies thanks to his adoptive parents, has a strong interest on marine biology and feels “, perhaps, a bit isolated from the rest of the town.”

“They adopted me somewhere far from here, unsure of what I am… and their obvious wealth doesn’t help the situation along either…” Atticus mutters quietly as they wait, but Thirteen has no time to feel sorry when his eyes are so softened by the sight of Marina still working hard.

“You really love her,” Thirteen muses out loud, and Atticus’s face goes through all five stages of embarrassed grief before settling on bashful acceptance.

“Yeah…” he finally agrees, softly. Thirteen tries not to smile too much, to avoid spooking him out of this mellow happiness. “She’s always liked who I was, even before we started dating, never made me feel different.” He reasons, and Thirteen has to heavily agree on his last statement.

“... Can I tell you something?” He asks into the air, and doesn’t wait for an answer. “I want to ask Marina to marry me…”

Thirteen is not sure why this keeps happening, keeps meeting people willing to open their hearts in ways they’re not sure how to react to– but they wouldn’t have it any other way, honestly. Their eyes widening as they listen in on their secret, sure of the emotional weight it holds despite words evading them.

“I don’t have anything prepared at all… but… I think about it often.” And then the look sours and Thirteen’s worried their lackluster appeasing skills won’t be enough to get Marina’s boyfriend back to good shape before she comes back. “I don’t believe her father likes me though.”

… Yikes. Thirteen’s really not sure what to say to that.

“I don’t think I’m the type he’d approve of to inherit his legacy… even if only as Marina’s support.” He laughs to himself, wincing when it’s clear he’s shared much more than he ever intended to.

“... As much as she loves her family, Marina really doesn’t seem the type to care about who approves,” Thirteen improvises. Relief washing over them when it cracks Atticus up into a barely held-back grin.

“You’re correct,” and the smile’s back in full force, glancing at Thirteen gratefully before he gets lost on Marina and her trusty companion making their way back up from the depths.

“I’m starving~!” Marina exclaims as soon as Tortuga breaks the water, their loot secure in her hands like a trophy. “Mom packed leftovers for us.” She sing-songs, the evening resuming to the carefree fun from before as everyone hangs back on Tortuga to take them to the shore.

“- the sun sets and the sky takes these bright colors that you don’t see anywhere else,” Marina explains between bites.

“The name of the town comes exactly from that instance that the sun hides behind the horizon– the sky gradually gives it’s glow, and in a way, it appears to bleed into the water,” Atticus joins in, eating along like they’re telling the story in the same breath.

“But it’s really that without sunlight, all the light form the coral and the fish shine through, so it looks like the moon is really shining from below.” Marina finishes with a proud little smile, both enjoying the way Thirteen listens intently with ever widening eyes and gaping mouth.

“We’ll have to walk back into the beach later– so you can see it,” Marina joins in on the excitement. “Words can’t truly hold to the actual view.”

“Mmh,” Atticus attempts to agree through a mouthful, “there’s really nothing like it.”

Thirteen eats a little faster, as if that could bring the end of the day a little sooner.

[wulvercazz]

🌊Pleased To Meet You🦈

Previous~ Here's a kinda long continuation,, with a bunch of smut in it too uwu💕

The first look that Thirteen gets of Luna-aqua is a bustling town, colorful buildings that seemed to meld into the sand and roof tops of bright coral. People carrying groceries and selling goods, yelling out price deals and offering their wares to whoever passed near, strong people carrying materials all over the place, an ever-growing village.

Marina took them farther down into the town, where the sand got smoother and looser and the air smelled so much of salt they could taste it, there were less homes here, larger constructions built into the rock that seemed to work as warehouses occupied the place. And there imbedded on one of the rocky walls was Marina’s home. Impressive in comparison if they were honest. There was a sandy construction before the rock, like the homes at the centre of the town, and an intricate carving in the rock behind that curved along it’s natural flow.

But it wasn’t what you’d expect from it’s facade, the inside home was modest; enough to live in comfortably and happily. Just enough rooms to satisfy the family. Family that Marina greeted with warm enthusiasm and glee, jump-hugging the large man Thirteen assumed was her father, and chatting away with her mom and a little youngling who most likely was the girl’s brother. Thirteen only stood by the entrance awkwardly for long enough for her to introduce them soon after, chit-chatting away about her trip and her meeting with them– and healthily omitting a good few parts of it, Thirteen notices.

Her parents feed them and Thirteen finds that, as weird as the local food may look– it’s damn tasty, seafood-y and tart at times; but all in the best possible way. Or maybe Mrs Alline is simply gifted in the kitchen. They don’t even make a fool of themselves when they insist they stay for food after such a long trip… right until they ask about them. They’re curious about their daughter’s friends, naturally, even more so if they’re sitting at their table– but Thirteen can’t help but feel shame at the lack of answers they can provide such a well rounded family.

“Where are you from?” I don’t remember. “What about your family?” I don’t remember. It gets a little repetitive, even after Marina’s tried to explain their situation; the amnesia and all. They’re just curious, but it gets Thirteen wondering; what was of their family? Is there even one? Are they like this? Nice and nosy and caring? Are they looking for them, perhaps?... should they be looking for them too? Instead of running around, having fun?

They ask some more, stuff they can answer, like the kind of stuff they’ve been up to since the memory loss. They’re shocked and amazed at times, laughing at some of the sticky situations they’ve got themselves into, but clearly horrified by the lack of self-preservation in most of their stories.

“I’m sorry about the interrogation.” Marina whispers as soon as her parents are out of earshot, putting away plates and cleaning with Thirteen what was used for the meal. It’s not a big deal, Thirteen supposes parents are usually like that, anyway; but Marina insists on doing something more fun next.

She was taking them ‘to see the stables’, is all she says. And that alone has Thirteen completely intrigued, overtaken with anticipation.

Turns, out, the large space behind the home aren’t rooms to live in luxury in, but the family’s livelihood expertly carved in the stone. Stables large enough to house creatures bigger than a horse; Marina calls them Ur’Xoc, or Bear Sharks. Thirteen sees the large, furred backs over the stalls’ doors as they walk by, gets a peek at a few more through an archway halfway through; trotting about on a large fenced space that reaches the sea.

Marina finds the gawk with which thirteen looks around them amusing, and points at more and more things for them to look. Lets them help while she brings buckets of raw feed to some of the occupied stalls and tells them more about the animals. Their species, their names, how Xoc breeding has been her father’s business since before she can remember; heavy duty animals such as these are helpful in construction, in large game fishing and even for smaller trading businesses for their sturdiness and stamina. They’re the most renowned breeders in all Luna-aqua.

They do some more extra work, cleaning up empty stalls and freshening up the beddings and salt water, and then Marina just makes a perfect time better by calling them to feed the pups.

Chubby, stubby-legged little things that bit at everything playfully, and wagged their tails and pushed at each other when Marina brought in the large milk bottles. They arranged them on a trusty hand-made contraption and helped the struggling babies fit in together; all lined up and suckling away with tiny grunts and growls. Their fur incredibly thick and fluffy under Thirteen’s hands as they helped them find their place.

“This one over here will make a nice stud once he’s old enough, we think, we need one for this generation still. But these two we’ll be selling out for sure– I used to hate seeing them go, as a kid, but they’ll go to nice homes when they’re ready.” Marina explained further, clearly in love with the job.

“How would you like to ride?” She asked suddenly, putting the pups’ stuff away, and Thirteen didn’t think the day could get any better.

Marina strutted down to a stall with a decorated gate, “Tortuga, my darling~!” she cooed as she opened the gate; the large animal’s flat head bumping against her in greeting, a rumbling hum on it’s chest when Marina scratched him under his chin and up to his ears. She brought over her decorated tack and got the large creature ready; effortless work despite the size difference, like the expert she is.

It’s a slow trip, but Thirteen can lean back on their hands and feel the powerful muscles move under them as Marina guides them to her boyfriend’s; take a walk on one of the lonelier beaches of Luna-aqua and have some fun while they’re around to enjoy the sea.

Now, the home high on the cliff is undoubtedly affluent; built high in rock and sand and unnecessary adornments; trailed down to the beach by a just as elegantly crafted path and staircase. And there at the very bottom is a lanky looking blue boy.

Tortuga rests to allow them a smoother dismount and Marina practically runs into his arms, the guy picking her up in the air in giggles; it’s sickeningly lovey. Thirteen stays behind to give them privacy, trying to avert their eyes until they’re ready for introductions and the like; but then Marina’s turning their way, making hand gestures and reaching in to whisper in her boyfriend’s ear, no matter how little they can hear their words as is.

Thirteen gets the feeling that she’s talking about them, and is only proven right when the guy accidentally locks eyes with them and averts his eyes right away; Marina giggling to herself before she goes right back to whispers. When they both agree to something she sturts right back, excited as a little kid.

But her boyfriend retreats away, “Atticus is gonna change before he comes with us,” she explains, suddenly throwing her arms over Thirteen’s shoulders; flirty and touchy again all of a sudden. “I know I haven’t properly introduced you two, but what do you think of him so far~?” She hangs on to them, body pressed close in a way that has Thirteen a little distracted.

“He– he seems pretty nice, a little shy maybe? But in a nice way.”

“He is, it’s really cute isn’t it? He could be another pompous rich boy, but mostly, he’s really quiet and gentle.” And there’s a pause, and the flirty tone is back in full, “and– he’s up for all of us playing a bit, if you you’re in…” she trails off with a couple fingers messing with their hair.

Marina’s a little enchantress, is what she is; of course they say yes. And then Atticus comes back and all Thirteen can think of is what kind of guy he is in the sack, all while Marina does the introductions. Poor boy hasn’t even lost the flush yet.

They settle back on Tortuga, Marina insisting Thirteen go in the middle, and the Bear Shark begins his lazy walk down to the beach. The gentle rocking of his footsteps has them all touching each other in some way or other, but Atticus has his arms stuck to his sides all stiff; a nervous expression to his brow when Thirteen peeks at him. A noticeable bump in his slacks when they look down, poor, poor guy, Thirteen understands now why Marina’s so into him.

If he weren’t so shy they wouldn’t have gotten so bold, probably, but Thirteen finds themself shifting back a bit; until they ass presses flush to the guy’s groin and he practically chokes on a little gasp. Marina giggling at the noise and shifting back herself.

With every movement, the guy’s cock rubs against them, poking at the layers of cloth and making the guy tense up all over. Definitely the type that needs a little help. Thirteen leans back again, resting their hand on one of his thighs – and feeling amused at the way the skin jumps under their touch - and with the other they fish behind them, finding the buttons to Atticus’s pants and undoing them as fast as possible; feeling the urgent little rocking against their fingers.

He feels nice and thick in their hand, a smooth, hot weight that jerks at the touch; Thirteen wraps their fingers around and immediately feels him rut like a little puppy; tiny trapped moans under his breath. Fuck, he really is cute. Thirteen can feel their pussy growing hot and wet, and the firm saddle only bullies them into growing bolder and bolder.

“My, you’re making such pretty sounds already, honey.” Marina says suddenly, in tune with how hot and heavy things are getting behind her. Thirteen feels even more encouraged to please her now, give her guy more reasons to be loud like she clearly likes. When Thirteen pulls their hands away, Atticus makes a dying noise in his throat, pride filling their chest at how bad the boy’s affected by their touch.

They hook their fingers on the edge of their pants and underwear and pull down just enough to expose their butt; the hot air sending shivers up their spine. Leaning forward, where they’re almost resting on Marina (and she too takes the cue to lean back and support their weight), they reach back again to guide Atticus’s dick.

And finally, he’s heated enough that his hands fly to hold onto their waist, shuddering as Thirteen rubs the head on their slick lips, dragging it and rocking back to slick up his length. Moaning when the head drags just nice across their cunt and they consider just pushing back until it pops in there– but that might get more uncomfortable down the road. So they hump back over it, cunt pulsing over the glans and making Atticus’s hands grip tight on their sides.

Then they align the well-slicked head up to their asshole and push back, until Atticus takes the hint and pushes forward, shakily letting go of Thirteen’s body to lean his body back and push their hips forward more effectively. Both shuddering out a heavy breath when the head pops in.

“Having fun~?” Marina teases, not even turning back, and Thirteen feels compelled to hug her close, suprising her into a gleeful little yelp.

Without a noice, Marina helps Thirteen pull her top down and her shorts undone, and leans back into the feeling of Atticus slowly thrusting into Thirteen; hot at the sounds of him struggling not to moan. Thirteen’s hands are appreciative of her breasts, have been since that first time they groped each other messily and desperately, massaging both with their hands and pinching her nipples to make her squeak. But that’s not enough, and they’ve got full access to her wet cunt from here. One hand sneaks away, while the other continues to bully her fat nipples, teasing her through the wet underwear and pressing their fingers to her hardened clit.

“Hmmm~” she melts into the touch, rocking her hips gently the harder Thirteen strokes, shivering when their fingers pull the fabric aside and dip inside her. “Can’t feel you, Attie– I want to feel you fuck Thirteen against me, baby.”

Atticus’s whine has both of them pulsing with need, Marina squeezing their fingers as slick pours anew, and Thirteen only thrusts in faster and pushes their ass back further. But the boy can be obedient, shifting close and pushing his cock in further, pressed flush to Thirteen until they’re gasping at the fullness. His hands reach in between their thighs to hold his weight between them on the saddle, and before Thirteen can comprehend what the plan is, they’re gasping at the sudden onslaught; Atticus rabbit-humping inside them until they’re rocking against Marina. Their hands uncoordinated while he stretches their ass to his cock and fuck them like he might die if he doesn’t cum soon.

Marina gets loud after that, a lazy smile in her lips as she feels Thirteen be squished between her shoulder blades and her boyfriends cock; legs jumping with every messy flick and pull and thrust of their fingers and the sounds of the both behind her. Needy and fucked out and pleasured. Then her whole body jerks and she cums on their fingers with a high pitched moan that probably should have scared poor Tortuga, but something in their far of mind tells them this is a recurrence for Marina.

As she comes down, she slumps back and takes Thirteen’s hands on hers, holds them both against her breasts for support and makes them stand up straighter and practically on Atticus’s lap. They’re both devils.

Atticus leans back to accommodate and his skinny hands pull Thirteen up by their inner thighs, squishing their pussy lips in the process, making them squeal as Atticus continues to fuck them ruthlessly. Then there are prodding digits at their labia and Thirteen is done for, messily rubbing at their clit and lips until two fingers of one hand push inside their cunt, followed by the other hand to really give them a stretch.

Thirteen’s body trembles all over, and their legs jump to hold on tight onto Marina’s thighs and hips and their body tenses up so good they can really feel Atticus’s fingers and cock all inside them. The guy screaming as he’s milked out to a blinding orgasm that fills Thirteen up hot and full.

The gentle rocking of Tortuga still walking, unbothered, brings a little clarity back to their eyes. Marina’s laughing like a drunk, and Atticus is breathing so hard he might have passed out a bit.

“I knew you’d be fun, Thirteen~” she murmurs as she looks up at their face, nestled on their shoulder as she is.

It’s weird, chatting so calmly while her boyfriend’s dick softens inside them. And yet, Thirteen doesn’t feel weird about it at all. Everyone’s arms are melted around each other, and the warm breeze is peaceful in their cheeks.

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🐠Beckoning Songs🐠

Previous~ Here's the final part to this particular trip of Thirteen's 🥰 and it's written update to~

// dubcon / mind control , multiple , strap-ons , toys

Thirteen spends their little ‘vacation’ following around Marina and Atticus some more, eating and sleeping with Marina’s family and paying back in work at the stables; things they’d be pleased to do anyway, so they’ve got a good deal, they think. Feeding the bearsharks and cleaning their stalls is tiring work, but they get to look at them all the while; at the pretty patterns and soft fur. And during the times that Thirteen and Marina aren’t working, because despite her chores being done much faster than their’s she insists on keeping them company… and helping out; they show them the town and all its people. No matter how much they insist they should do their fair share for her and her parents hospitality, it’s not like Thirteen would have as much time to play then, would they? Is how Marina rationalizes it, smiling cheeky when Thirteen is left without excuses to politely refuse her help. Taking them with to see the fishermen work, Atticus giggling to himself when Marina’s flirty antics have a young man losing his footing and splashing in the water with the day’s catch. “He deserves it,” Marina explains, for being rude to Atticus. Laughing about like kids as one of the older fishermen throw them an amused roll of his eyes, ‘young’uns’  he mutters shaking his head with a smirk hidden by a bushy mustache; pulling the guy out the jittering fishing net with a single strong hand. And after the docks there’s the market. Thirteen has seen it plenty of times now, and still it amazes them all they can find. Marina brings them both by themselves and accompanied by Atticus; to buy groceries mostly. But there was too that time she dragged them to the side where the pretty clothes and the jewelery were, had them help Marina choose something pretty to wear on Atticus’ birthday next month and jewelry for her mom and herself. Helped them too to pick something out with the money they still held onto from work back in Ferhvya, at the inn. A romper of sorts made of a local fabric that couldn’t get wet; clearly an item useful for exploring bodies of water and not come out like a drenched rat right after, they think. When they’re not in town, they’re out by the beach. Thirteen’s learning to identify a lot of the local fauna and flora and Atticus is happy to answer questions while Marina guides them to the hard to reach caves in Luna-aqua; where the fluorescent lights shine longer into the day and more tiny curious creatures hide from the direct sun. Thirteen’s going to miss this town, it’s the last day they get to see this beach and walk down its soft sand, just Marina with them this time. Walking along the beaches as they reminisce over the last week’s events like it’s been years, laughing at things they’ve laughed at several times already. Really, it’s mostly Marina talking, excited as ever, even to simply relive the fun in word; Thirteen’s happy to laugh along, throwing comments here and there that slow down to none as the air around them starts to lull them into calm contentedness. Marina pauses suddenly, looking conspiratorily towards the rocky beach, “ah! Wait here–” she’s all smiles as she sprints for the beach, and all Thriteen can do is watch her go curiously, lulled still by the warm air and the sound of the waves and the melodious chant of the wind. Wind that calls them beyond where Marina left them, past some larger rocks where no sand was left and deeper pools of water that usually crash loudly, now stand mostly still, except for the dancing under the surface that has Thirteen leaning closer and closer.

In another moment, Thirteen might have been startled by the sudden eyes appearing before them, and another set and another set. The skin color of them blending harmoniously with the water as they beckoned them closer, curious hands reach out for them and guide them into the water, Thirteen would be all talk, all questions and curiosity right back at these sentient  creatures that clearly held as much curiosity for them as they usually do. But this time, it’s like water fills their ears and all they can hear is the melodious waves, the singing of the air; and Thirteen only wants to get closer. Before they know it, their legs take them to the center of the pool, where another rock peeks at the surface, sits and looks around at all the pretty faces with intent eyes. The wet looking skin and algae covered hair, the gills and thick fin-like arms; admires their beauty as hands tug at them and rid them of their shirt. Doesn’t question the hands toying with their hair, pawing at their skin, wondering in the back of their mind if they should be worried about these many surrounding them, shifting closer and closer until they can fill their slimy skin on theirs. Thirteen finds they can’t muster any concern, much less when gentle claws start tracing their body and tickling them hot under their skin; along their collar bone, up their jaw, along the curve of their ear. Leaning close to look at their eyes and their lashes, feeling their warmth with their water-temperature bodies, claws finding the hem of their pants and pulling until that too is discarded. Someone’s rutting against their back, another’s hands keep feeling up their ribs, up to their breasts and pinching at the nipples curiously, a wet sort of giggle leaving them when that pulls a gasp from their mouth. And their body jumps when the one before them, more authoritative than the rest, gets bolder and more curious, claws tracing their exposed slit, fingers dipping between their labia and claw teasing their clit. Then someone else’s fingers reach for their face and dip inside their mouth, and obediently they suck, despite the strong salty taste; moaning around them when the fingers leave their pussy and instead the dick once rutting at their ass cheeks pokes between their thighs, and the one from before comes to sit beside them, keeping their attention close while the others only touch and touch and touch. Panting softly while they’re kept lulled by the dark eyes before them and the ridges of the thick cock fucking their thighs press and rub and poke at their cunt, flicking their clit and getting wetter and sliding past easier the more desperate Thirteen grows; not sure of how many hands pull at them any longer. It feels large enough to hurt, but fuck do they wish they’d just go and press that whole thing right in, let them sit on it for a bit and maybe fuck them against the rock while the others kept on playing with their body. They barely hear the sudden loud splashing, if only because the face that held them afloat suddenly loses their grip on them to turn to the commotion. And then there’s more hands on them, but warm this time, pulling them up by the underarms and having them sit back on the rock, the cool surface against their butt making them jolt and groan. “GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY FRIEND, LOSAR’YA!” It’s Marina’s voice, ringing with a tone of anger they’ve never heard on her before. Hissing echoes all around them, the water splashing as tails jump and flip and limbs leave their body all at once, clarity slowly itching back into their senses. “Marina–,” a voice says viciously, ��you nosy land bitch–” Thirteen’s happy to be clear-headed enough to see Marina’s punch connect with the voice’s face; the one who’d been holding Thirteen’s attention the closest. “SHOO! Shoo already, you eels!” The creature holds her face, horrified; gasping in offence before she dives into the water and the rest follow quickly, slithering away lest they get suckerpunched in the face too.

Marina holds Thirteen’s melted body closer, standing still until the movement under the water ceases and the natural ripples and waves start anew. Then she turns to them and checks them all over reaching for the wet clothes thrown about the rock and squeezing as much water off them as she can before she fiddles with the human’s messy hair. “Oh, I shouldn’t have left you alone here, I didn’t even hear the siren’s stupid singing– c’mon, Thirteen,” she smacks their cheek a few times, trying to keep them as upright as she could with the other, “shake it off.” “I– I’m horny,” is the slur of words that escapes them, followed by a silly chuckle before slowly they’re lucid enough to start holding their own weight. Blinking a couple times over to see Marina more clearly, and catch her sigh of relief, the amused roll of her eyes. “You will be for a while, those whores use their singing to get the most unsuspecting turned on beyond control… then drown them for their troubles,” She huffs, her breathing still heavy from the exertion. Clearer now, Thirteen looks around one more time, really taking in the place for the first time– “they– they were dragging me underwater–,” they swallow a lump of worry, their heart catching up to what could’ve been an awful, awful end. “Thank you.” They turn to Marina with full earnest, eyes wide. Marina lets out another heavy breath, looking more and more at ease the more Thirteen speaks, “I couldn’t have forgiven myself if those assholes ate you.” Helping Thirteen back into their clothes, both a damp mess and– wouldn’t now have been a good time for that romper? The walk back is strange and jittery, it’s as if near-death experiences can’t escape Thirteen. Then Marina pulls out something from her bag sheepishly, “this is what I ran off for,” she hands them out a single soft blue pearl, “they grow inside clams in this area, it glows when it’s close to water… I thought it might come in handy…” Then she jumps to hug them again, standing almost outside their home by now, “I’m just glad I made it in time, Thirteen. We’ve loved having you here.” “I’m very glad too–” Thirteen chuckles, then Marina lets them go and makes them promise not to tell her parents; with all her father’s worries, this might just be the last time she ever leaves home alone, or is ever allowed to invite someone over, if he was to know. Thirteen knows how to keep a secret, they do owe her, afterall. “You’re probably ready to go now, huh?” Marina jokes once they can finally flop back on their beds and relax for real, worry tinging her voice.

“Can’t say today was as much fun as the rest of the week,” Thirteen agrees, but then they add immediately after, “but I can’t say it’s the worse that’s happened to me yet.” They both burst with relieved laughter, but even that’s not enough to keep Thirteen to stop shifting uncomfortably for the thousandth time that evening. “... Are you still feeling restless?” Marina asks suddenly, and Thirteen can only give a short nod, their body still hot on the inside. When Marina stands next, only to lock her bedroom door, Thirteen’s body heat starts to pool back between their legs, nervous about what Marina’s got up her sleeve now and almost trembling with all the unreleased energy still pent up from the siren attack. “I did intend on a giving you a proper goodbye– and then my little gift idea got foiled–,” she trails off, “I guess I could help you out with that instead.” She chirps, and Thirteen’s quick to jump on the idea. And then they worry Marina might have too much insight into other people’s kinks because what she gets out of a neatly hidden box from under her bed is a strap on and a bumpy, ridged, monster-looking dildo; not unlike what had been bullying their pussy hours earlier. Perhaps in a less uncomfortably large size. “Atticus will not let me near him with this, but something tells me you’re more the type.” She grins like a cat, and she’s not wrong, but it has Thirteen shivering anyway. So she takes it slow. Getting them undressed again, letting their bodies press together, her nice plush tits against theirs a nice grounding weight and the hot warmth of her pussy rubbing against theirs pushing them to a needy pant faster than it usually would; the siren’s effect still working its magic. Marina mouths at their jaw then kisses the corner of their mouth and stare curiously at Thirteen’s face when they pull away from a kiss right on their mouth, “don’t worry, Atticus is okay with me kissing other people,” she mumbles tentatively, and Thirteen’s not sure why but that’s something they don’t really feel like doing anyway. “I don’t…” they try explaining, and thanks Marina’s true gift at reading people, because she gives them a little smile, whispering a quick, “it’s okay,” and moves towards the other side of their face, nipping at their jaw and pushing more breathy moans as she continues to rub her clit on theirs. Curious fingers drumming their way down their trembling skin and to join in on bullying thier pussy, pinching their clit and reaching down to thrust three fingers inside before Thriteen can even register what she’s doing next. Body jumping and thighs tight around hers as she finger fucks them to a wet mess, panting hard while Marina adjusts on her strap on and moves to poke at their entrance with the tapered tip of it instead. “Ready?” Marina huffs out, just as out of breath as they feel. And as soon as Thirteen’s nodding, quick and pleasure-drunk; Marina pushes with the tip of the toy until their body gives and takes in the tip of it, both panting under the pressure.

When Thirteen relaxes around the strangely-shaped tip, Marina nudges in closer, leaning over on her hands to press in deeper and watch as Thirteen’s face flushes and scrunches and gasps at the feeling. The thick ridged shaft pushing in all the way and filling them exactly how they’d imagined that odd cock would; except Marina pushed in gently and moaned so pretty when Thirteen played with the squish of her hips and up to her heavy boobs. Marina gives them a look before slowly pulling back out and thrusting back in again, Thirteen biting down on their lip not to let everyone in the house know exactly what they were up to as her rhythm picked up pace, wet smacks of the toy with every sharp thrust inside them filling the space instead. Marina’s not so good at keeping quiet, though, the insertable part of the strap-on pressing nice and hard inside her with every of her thrusts and making her weak in the knees, until Thirteen’s hands on her nipples are too much and she almost moans loud into the room. Almost. Until Thirteen’s got their hand over her mouth, muffling her just enough that it’s not so much of a wake-up call to everyone else. So they pull her in, and she’s quick to follow, hands snaking around Thirteen’s waist to hold them tight against her and hide her face on the crook of their neck, her thrusts reduced to little humps that have the toy pushing that much deeper inside Thirteen and pushing and pushing without relenting. Their clit throbbing under the constant nudge of the edge of the strap on and making them see stars, all of it so much, they have to hold on to Marina just as tight, legs around her waist and arms holding for dear life around her arms, still pinned around their own body. It takes everything in them not to scream when finally the white pleasure bursts, making a mess around Marina’s toy and even more so when she chases her own orgasm with a few more hard thrusts, pressing her hips impossibly tight while she trembles over them. Thirteen swears just their panting alone was going to wake her parents, Marina’s trembling arms pulling her off them enough to pull back and making Thirteen shiver as the toy pulled out, their limbs like jelly but finally free of that awkward heat that nudged at the back of their brain. It has to take them a full hour to get up on their feet and do a bit of necessary clean up, no words except for the occasional tired breath and helping hand. Marina drops in bed next to them, a bit clingy over tomorrow’s goodbye, and Thirteen finds the weight of her next to them comforting enough to fall asleep as soon as their head hits the pillow, tangled limbs and bodies nice and tired.

When Marina and Atticus take them to the traveling merchant that’ll take Thirteen most of the way back home, there’s more hugging and more promises of seeing each other again, of letters to keep in touch and reassurances that they’d all keep safe. And when Thirteen’s sitting in the back of the cart, waving back at them, they see Marina burst into chatter like she couldn’t wait any longer and Atticus go through worry and relief and surprise and poorly-covered shameful interest all written in that flushed face of his as Marina no wonder recounts yesterday’s events. All so fast there’s definitely not much detail being included, and still enough to make the poor guy’s face burst pink; Marina’s laughter ringing at her boyfriend’s expense. Fuck, Thirteen misses those two already.

I love Marina so much ;w; .. hope u enjoyed this li ladventure💕

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Beach Days🏖️

Another chapter for Open World~! 💕

// smut

It was truly a thing of fate that Thirteen would meet Marina at the time they did, she'd strolled into town about a week earlier; bubbly and happy to chit-chat with the town's people who remembered her warmly. "You're new around here, aren't you~?" She'd startled them one time at the local pub behind the inn where Thirteen was staying in exchange for work. "I'm good with faces." She explained. She was easy to talk to, open to share about a small-town life and small trips that her Father had slowly allowed her to envoyage on more and more often. And she listened with curious wide eyes to all of Thirteen's recent travels, how they'd woken up without memories, how much trouble they'd gotten into, how Chromo at the post office keeps them entertained with long tasks in hopes they won't stray away and get lost again. That was five days before the trip. Then the innkeeper suggested Thirteen do more things their own age; travel places not filled with dangers and mystery, but somewhere safe and fun. The beach of Luna-aqua was her honest reccomendation, full of wonders for a curious soul as theirs, but surrounded by friendly townspeople they shouldn't find themselves in trouble with so easily. Even provided them with a map and time to finish their chores before the trip. But Thirteen's yet to learn how to follow a map. It was fate that they met Marina, hit it on so effortlessly and even found themself with her back at the inn. Frotting over their clothes after a couple warming drinks at the pub, handsy on her soft breasts and with hers tangling all over their hair. Cut short when Thirteen gave her answers about their plans in panted messy words; straightening back in surprise. Her hair messed up and top down at her waist where it made it hard to not concentrate on her pretty green-blue nipples; puffy after a round of playful pinching. "That's my town!" She'd exclaimed, "if you really want to go, I can take you when I get back home in a couple days~!" Thirteen remembers agreeing with much enthusiasm, before Marina threw herself back on them with an excited giggle. Remembers getting to know each other even closer, getting sweaty and loud until the innkeeper knocked a few times on their door with a flustered cough. Two days later, and they're on their way, Marina chatty with stories about her hometown, her family, her boyfriend (who she made a point to clear out was informed and ok with her having fun with other people, after Thirteen's eyes widened in comical panic) and her friends. "Ah! You can see it there~! She pointed suddenly, after seven or so hours of a rocky firebull-pulled wagon that had Thirteen green in the face for a good half hour after parting ways with the kind merchant and a long walk between mountains and cliffs that slowly grew sand and salty in the air. Colorful foliage and palm trees welcoming them and a view that has Thirteen almost forgetting how bad their feet hurt.

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