#interations ── 「 🔪 」 ── w/ ariel

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"You sure you're not? You don't seem all that certain there, pal." Mark gives another teasing look to the red haired man in front of him. He could help to be engrossed by the way the water adorning his body, traveling down the man's anatomy. Each droplet leading Mark's gaze down, all lines of muscle and flesh diverting to a singular area that couldn't help make the huntsman lick his lips in hunger.

"Need help getting around to the next village? I can give you a ride there on my horse." Perhaps a ride on something else as well, His thoughts continued on as Mark motions to the nearby horse secured to a tree. "It'll cost us some daylight, of course. Villages like to place themselves a half day's length in between each other."

"S'how they keep their taverns full and their coffers fuller." Mark chuckles in a low gruff manner, his eyes still following the paths that the water droplets traveled across the red headed man's body. He cleared his throat, straightening himself out in posture as he once again acknowledged his horse. "Shall we be off, then?"

This man was handsome Not quite as handsome as Eric, of course, but Ariel quickly learned just how many attractive men there were above the surface the moment he moved into the palace to be with his beloved. So much... temptation. Luckily, Eric knew how Ariel's curiosity could get the better of him, and such, they made certain arrangements for him to explore the breadth of men available in the world. Not that this any of the stranger's concern, of course.

"Thank you," says Ariel, blushing through soaked hair, fastening the fabric around his waist to cover just enough of his modesty until he could find some actual clothes to replace them with. "My name is Ariel, and I am certainly not driftwood—"

Then he blushes again.

"Of course I am not driftwood. I... I am still getting used to how humans speak on the surface world, all these years later... you are not from here, I presume?"

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Mark grunts as he continued a steady pace, each thrust meeting against his new friend's hips. His large hand, taking Ariel's smaller and softer hands in his, placing and pinning the merman's hands above his head as the huntsman as Mark's hips continued to piston fuck Ariel's cunt.

"You're taking me just fine." A proud grin spreads across the huntsman's face as he watches how his artificial cock affected the younger man under him. Mark's hold on Ariel's thighs tightens, wanting the younger man to take him deeper. He leans closer to Ariel, his heated pants grazing the merlad's ear with a rough whisper of, "All twelve inches of me."

Ariel had never been with someone whose lower parts resembled his own, much less someone who looked as masculine a this one. He never would have guessed; perhaps he had some internal biases to re-evaluate. In any event, this man was sexy, as was his rugged, predatory libido.

"It feels so good inside me–!" Ariel cries, clinging to the man's broad shoulders as they rocked together like two animals mating. "How big is it...?! I feel as though I might break in half...!"

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"No need to stop on my account." Mark smirks at the bare naked man in front of him. His eyes hungrily trailed across the other's lean form. Mark hadn't seen anyone take to the water quite like the red haired gentleman before him. He had almost assumed they must have been taken by the waves or even Triton himself with how the man took stride in the water.

"No need to apologize either." Mark bows his head lightly in the other man's direction. Mark brings his fingers around his own neck to untie his cowl, thick and fur-lined, before offering it to the man in front of him. Even though he'd delight in seeing a man's body without close, it would hold less allure if Mark were to see the man succumb to the cold winds that came after dark.

"Here. For the cold." He begins in a low gruff voice. It didn't exactly match his pleasant smile from before. "Name's Mark... I was hunting nearby, thought you were a bit of driftwood that had swam back to shore. Nice to see you're only a man... nice to see indeed." Mark couldn't help a smirk as he brings the cowl closer to the other man once more.

open to: anyone! location: a beach not far from atlantica @talednewsletter

Above all else, Ariel could be described as a free spirit. So uninhibited, so unafraid to live in the moment regardless of potential consequences...

Naturally, this meant Ariel loved to swim in the nude. And why wouldn't he? With such a gorgeous body, rippled with toned muscle and sun-kissed skin, catching Ariel in his natural environment would have been a sight for any lucky man to gaze upon him...

Such as the one Ariel just caught in the corner of his eye, watching. How long had this person been there?

"Oh, I am so sorry," Ariel chuckles, blushing through his effervescent facade. So carefree, in fact, that he nearly forgot all of him was on display for the other, leaving no ambiguity as to what laid beneath his clothes — or, sometimes, his fins.

Reaching for a towel that was not there, all he could do was cover his modesty with his hands. As free as he could be with his body, he didn't go out of his way to expose himself like this to a perfect stranger. What kind of prince would he have been in that case? Certainly not one his father would have been proud of it.

"I—" he begins, smiling sweetly. "I didn't know I was not alone. I would have brought my clothes down to the water if I did..."

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Being a thrall to his brother the Evil King, Mark had laundry lists of complaints. The complaints seemed to only grow when it came to traveling the realms. Being a brother to a powerful sorcerer did have its perks on occasion, but traveling in bad weather was more of a bane to the huntsman than his heart being ripped from his chest. Bedding men in these travels, however, were never a bother to him. Sometimes it felt like a conquest to lead men different to himself into whatever room Mark found himself in that night.

Men that were very similar to himself, however, felt incredible. He'd pursue them like a wolf in the woods, eyes tracking them from across the tavern bars. Other times, tracking them as they swam expertly at the beach. Even in pleasing men like himself, he was wolf-like, his teeth baring themselves as his tongue plunge to taste parts they both share. His growls low and loud as he devoured a meal between Ariel's legs, Mark would wonder if he'd be mistaken as a wolf from standersby.

"You look so delicious like this." Mark smirks down at the merman. His knees lightly push against Ariel's thighs, spreading the merman wider for him to push his artificial cock deeper into his pussy. Mark's thumb softly brushes itself across Ariel's clit as he sinks himself deeper inside, his eyes still on the merman, as if he were still hunting for something that Ariel had. "There we go, down to the hilt."

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Ariel had to admit that, upon meeting Mark on the beach a few moons ago, he felt a little uneasy around him. As though he were a predator seeking prey, or something of that sort. He just had a very intimidating vibe was all. But the more he got to know him, the less he feared the man. Learning that Mark had a very special thing in common with him definitely helped.

And yet, Ariel was not prepared for just how forceful of a lover Mark clearly liked to be, fingering his pussy over a mossy tree trunk in the other's home kingdom. "Barnacle, your fingers—!" he exclaims, feeling himself clench around Mark's digits, spreading the merlad open for what was to come.

And come it did, when Mark pulled out a strange, phallic tool that strapped into a mechanism around his waist, allowing him to penetrate Ariel as though it were a fully-sized penis of his own.

"Oh—!" was all he could muster, as Ariel looked up at Mark's ruggedly handsome face, artificial cock deep inside his pussy. "That feels—!"