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roguelov · 5 months ago

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HONEY YOUVE DONE IT AGAIN YOU HAVE SUCCESSFULLY KILLED ME I GOBBLED THIS SHIT UP SO FAST OH MY GOD LIKE

"It has been over ten thousand years since I last took a human instead of a corpse” - WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? I MEAN I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN BUT THIS LINE HAD ME DO A DOUBLE TAKE

AND I DO LOVE ME AN UNHINGED POSSESSIVE DREAM AND A READER THAT REALIZES THEY FUCKED UP A BIT TOO LATE

𓅨 A Song in the Depths: Chapter Two

A Song in the Depths: While staying with your grandmother in the coastal town of Dreaming, you grow curious about a summer solstice festival the town celebrates.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material, Dubious Consent, Mermaid Anatomy Shit.

To Note: Dark!Siren!Dream x NAMEDFemReader, I like giving names, bite me.

Word Count: ~3.3k

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Your grandmother tries to convince you not to go to the festival as you get ready for it in, dressed in your bikini and coverup. You tell her that you are attending with a local who has promised to show you the correct steps and isn't a tourist. Absolutely nothing to worry about! But she isn’t convinced. She expresses her concerns about the myths and rumors surrounding the festival, and the potential dangers that may await you.

"I understand your worries, Grandma," you reassure her, "but I'll be fine. I'm attending with a local who has promised to show me the correct steps and isn't a tourist."

Your grandmother frowns, her eyes filled with concern. "I don't know, Noelle. It's just... there's something about this town, these people... I can't shake the feeling that something isn't right every time this festival comes around.”

You sigh, trying to remain patient. "I appreciate your concern, but I've made up my mind. I'll be careful, I promise. And I'm not going alone – I'm meeting up with him so I won't be alone."

At the mention of you not being alone, your grandmother's expression softens slightly. "As long as you aren't alone, dear."

You smile, grateful for her grudging acceptance. "I'll be fine, Grandma. I'll see you when I get back."

With a final hug and a parting warning to stay safe, you leave the cottage and make your way to the cove. The moon hangs heavy in the sky, casting an ethereal yet ominous glow over the ocean below. You can't help but feel excitement as you approach the meeting place. You pass many tourist and villagers all heading towards the main beach, unlike you, and you note the ridiculous costumes some wear. Were they trying to dress up as mermaids?

Your mind suddenly goes back to what you had seen at the beach on your first day in Dreaming, but you quickly dismiss thoughts of concern. No doubt someone had been practicing wearing those ridiculous suits! It was a perfectly plausible explanation!

Feeling more confident in yourself, you round a bend and spot Morpheus waiting for you on the rocks. His tall, lean figure is silhouetted against the moonlight, and his wild black hair seems to shimmer in the soft glow.

"You came," he says, a glowing smile playing on his lips as he approaches.

"Of course," you reply, feeling a flutter of nerves in your stomach. "I'm excited to learn about the festival and the ritual. It’s “been really hard to get any information from the other locals.

Morpheus nods, his eyes locked on yours. "It's a great honor to share this tradition with you, Noelle. Are you ready to begin?"

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your excitement as you nod in agreement. "I'm ready."

With a warm smile, Morpheus leads you down to the water's edge, the gentle waves lapping at your feet. When his lithe fingers reach for the buttons on his, your eyes go round… that is until your brain finally registers that he's probably taking his shirt off because you are about to get into the water! So you follow suit, shyly removing your coverup by dragging it over your head.

You both slowly wade into the cool embrace of the ocean, before Morpheus takes your hand and leads you out to open waters. The water swirls around you, carrying with it an odd feeling of energy that caresses your skin.

Treading water, Morpheus turns to face you, his blue eyes now almost black. You want to question him about why his eyes now look so dark when you remember them to be so beautifully blue, when his hand reaches out and touches your cheek. In that moment, a strange sensation washes over you as Morpheus' touch sends ripples of tingling warmth through your body. His touch feels electrifying, as if awakening something deep within you. Your fluttering gaze focuses on his eyes, now dark and mysterious.

“Hold your breath,” He tells you before sipping beneath the surface, pulling you with him. You squeeze your eyes closed when your head goes under, not wanting to feel the vicious sting of salt. Your world goes quiet and you cling to Morpheus’ hand tightly, trusting him to lead you. Floating beneath the waves, you feel a peculiar serenity washing over you. Something wraps around your right ankle, brushing against your skin. It feels like fish skin and yet, you don’t panic. Morpheus still holds your hand firmly so what could be wrong?

Ignoring the odd feeling of something winding its way around your leg and caressing your bare flesh, you focus back on the feeling of serenity. It only lasts for a few moments until a haunting melody echoes through the water. You can’t tell what words are being sung, but you recognize language.

Your eyes fly open, stinging as the saline ocean water glosses over your vision. Morpheus is still in front of you and holding onto your hand dutifully, but his lips move in sync with the enchanting melody that fills the underwater world. Then your eyes take in his whole body. Gone was the pale skinned, handsome man you had met at the ruins. In his place was an otherworldly being.

His skin had taken on a luminous quality, shimmering with iridescence like mother-of-pearl. His eyes, black as night, glow with flecks of stars. You realize that its his tail that has wrapped itself around your leg, keeping you close. The very same tail you thought you had imagined that first day! Finally you gasp, what little oxygen you have slipping from your lips in a flurry of bubbles. Your lungs burn as you panic, holding your breath. In less than a second, Morpheus is pressing webbed fingers against your neck in gaze intense as he continues to sing.

You can't take it anymore and inhale, expecting to take in a mouthful of water that would rush to your lungs. Instead, you take a deep breath, causing tingles to erupt along your neck. Your hand slaps against your neck, your smaller fingers covering Morpheus' webbed ones, but you can still feel the slivers of skin against your flesh. You have gills!

What did you do!? What did he do?

Morpheus' song ends, and you are still gaping at him, your mind reeling from the revelation. The gills on your neck pulse gently with each breath you take, a strange yet wondrous sensation. You glance down at your body, worried that something else might have changed, but are relieved to see that you still have legs.

"Oh," You sigh out in relief. Then your mind catches up that you had just spoken, underwater. You have gills now, Noelle, what were you expecting? You blink, and realize the salt water no longer stings. Your fingers still in his hand, his webbed hand, tighten their grasp as you look at him and ask, "why?"

"Because I wanted you," Morpheus responds simply. His eyes remain locked on yours, filled with a sense of longing that makes your heart race. "Would you have preferred me to do as I have done with the countless others before you?"

Your heart skips a beat and a knot forms in the pit of your stomach. They weren't just stories, were they…

"I—" You stutter, not knowing what to think. His black eyes glimmer with stars and you lose focus of what you were trying to say.

"It has been over ten thousand years since I last took a human instead of a corpse," Morpheus' words hang heavy in the water, swirling around you like a school of curious fish. The weight of his confession press down on you, mingling with the strange new sensation of breathing through gills. The missing tourists… It dawns on your that with each summer solstice, Morpheus has claimed a human life, and you were his next chosen.

But he didn’t kill you.

"You... you didn't kill me," you whisper, the words barely audible as they escape your lips and float upwards in tiny bubbles. Morpheus' grip on your hand tightens slightly, his expression a mix of emotions you can't quite decipher.

“No, Noelle. I chose you to be mine in a different way," Morpheus murmurs, his voice resonating through the water and vibrating against your skin. You can feel his power swirling around you like a gentle current. Barely contained. Then his tail curls around your leg tighter, pulling you closer to him until your bodies are nearly touching. "I am bound to this place, Noelle," Morpheus explains, his voice both hypnotic and sorrowful. “Cursed by familial duty to remain in these waters, gifted only with seven days to walk among your kind.”

“But… why?” You question, the straps of your bikini floating around your neck and knocking against your chin.

“That is my destiny,” he says, his voice heavy with centuries of unspoken sorrows. As you gaze into his black eyes, you see a flicker of vulnerability beneath the ancient facade he wears. Morpheus reaches out a hand to touch your cheek, his touch gliding ever so softly over your skin. "I have watched kingdoms rise and fall, civilizations crumble into dust," he continues, his words echoing in the watery depths around you. "But I will not remain alone in my solitude any longer. Not when I have you.”

Oh no, you did not like the sound of that!

“Morpheus I can’t—” With a quick swipe of his tail, the straps holding your bikini bottoms snug against your hips break and you gasp. The moment the fabric floated away, carried by the currents surrounding you, a surge of panic washed over you.

As you reach for the remnants of your bikini, his forearms strike with precision and incredible speed, slicing through the fabric of your top without any effort. This time you struggle to cover yourself, every part of your body now exposed to the water and him.

With a swift movement, Morpheus pulls you back against his chest and tail, his webbed fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin as he whispered, "Noelle, you cannot deny the pull between us. The ocean itself sings of our connection, a bond forged by fate and sealed by desire." His words wrapped around you like a silk ribbon, tugging at the corners of your mind that still resisted him. Your mind panics once more and you wriggle around, trying to escape an inescapable situation.

“How is this even suppose to work!” You cry out in once last attempt. “I’ve still got legs, remember!”

His warm lips find their place at the sensitive spot on your neck, just above the new gills that have sprouted there. A tingling sensation spreads through your body as he traces his mouth along the curve of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You struggle to contain a moan as his gentle touch ignites a fire within you.

“That won’t be a problem, beloved,” his dark purr isn’t what makes you freeze in his arms and tail, it’s the distinct feeling of a cock pressing between your legs. Squished against his chest and with your legs trapped by his tail, all you manage to achieve is a glance between the sliver of space between your bodies. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. Where there should have been a smooth tail, in your incredibly limited idea of what the anatomy of a merman? should be, was a notch in his tail and a very erect cock.

You gape at the sight of Morpheus' erection, fully erect. The cock fitting ever so nicely between your legs is both terrifying and exciting, confusing your mind and body in equal measure. Exactly why was your body reacting so greedily? Morpheus brings his face close to yours, his webbed fingers turning your chin so your lips are but millimeters apart, "I have been waiting for this moment for centuries, Noelle. Our bodies were made for each other, the waves themselves forge our connection."

Your breath hitches and your fingers tense against his chest. Morpheus brings his lips to hover over yours. His webbed fingers slide up your back, stroking you as they gently trace the outline of your shoulders. With a gentle pressure, he guides your lips to meet his, and you feel his warmth enveloping you as your bodies meld together. You gasp at the contact of your breasts pressing against his chest, and your lips part. He immediately takes advantage, his tongue sliding against yours, coaxing you to respond in kind. Your hand moves from his chest to his shoulder, and you feel the strength in his muscles as he holds you close. His tail curls further around your leg, rubbing against your inner thigh as his erection presses more insistently against you.

You hate the moan that escapes from your throat as Morpheus deepens the kiss, his fingers abandoning your hand and now tangled in your hair. Your now free hand sinks into the pearlescent skin of his shoulder, nails scraping across intermittent scales. The sensations coursing through your body are overwhelming, and you can’t stop your body from going limp in his arms. The ocean around you seems to approve, its currents swirling gently around you as if urging you on.

You feel the tip of his cock nudging against the lips of your cunt and you whimper softly against his lips so determined to draw only the most delicious and pleasure filled sounds from your mouth. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Your traitorous body begins to betray you, responding to Morpheus' touch with a desire that defies your self control. Morpheus’ lips break away from your lips and his teeth graze your collarbone before moving to your breasts.

When his mouth closes over one of your nipples you let out a whine as his tongue swirls around the sensitive bud. The ocean tide presses on your body, making Morpheus' cock slide further and further against your body until it finally breaches the entrance of your tight, warm cunt.

A guttural moan escapes your lips as his thick, pulsating cock glides into your slick and rippling walls. You can feel every ridge and vein as he fills you, the pressure and intensity overwhelming. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, clinging to him as your back arches in response to the intrusion. His tail squeezes around your calf and thigh, adding to the sense of being completely enveloped by him.

Slowly, he eases deeper into you, his movements careful and deliberate. When he begins to thrust, each movement creates a symphony of pleasure that ramps up with each passing second. You clench your teeth, squeezing your eyes shut and burying your face into his shoulder, trying to contain the rampant and uncontrollable sensations rushing through your body like wildfire. With every thrust of his hips, it feels as if you are being swept away on a tidal wave of pleasure.

Your body cooperates all too eagerly, your hips begin to thrust to meet each stroke of Morpheus' cock. Traitor. His mouth departs your breast with a flick of his tongue and his lips find yours again. He wraps your lips and tongue up in a spiral, pushing you towards the brink until his thrusts are so deep and fast that you can barely form a single thought.

Your next moan that brews deep within your throat almost doesn't make it past your lips, partially consumed by Morpheus’ hungry mouth. A searing bolt of pleasure ricochets up your spine and your eyes fly open as your mouth rips from his. At that point star filled eyes locked with yours, his starry gaze filled with a mixture of lust and...something else. It's as if he's searching for something within you, some hidden truth that only the depths of this union can reveal.

"Morpheus," You gasp when trickles of lightning flicker all the way from your throbbing cunt to your new fluttering gills. His eyes glow in possessive satisfaction, seeing you crumble within his arms as your body perfectly reacts to the ecstasy he gives. When you feel the cusp of an orgasm begin to over power your senses, your eyes flutter close and your back arcs.

Your orgasm feels like a torrent ocean within your body, crashing against every nerve in your body until you were clinging to Morpheus' body and pressing your pelvis against his. With a final, powerful thrust that steals the breath from your gills, Morpheus growls as he finds his release, his cock pulsing inside you and emptying his seed into you.

The intensity of the moment is almost too much to bear, and you feel your own orgasm heighten, ripping through you until you are convulsing within his hold. Your cries are lost to the roar of the ocean and the songs of Morpheus' people deep within the trenches of the sea, a harmonic crescendo as the moon reaches it's speak high above.

As the last shudders of your orgasm subside, you feel Morpheus' arms tighten around you in an almost painful hold. Yet as you cling to him, each breath you take is labored, your gills pulsating with every inhale. Your senses are heightened, and you can feel the invisible currents of the ocean now. There are whispers and echoes of life beneath the waves, ones you hadn't heard before.

When your lips part, the salty taste of the ocean lingers on your lips. You press your fingers against them, wondering how much of you has changed. Too much, how could you possibly return after this? Would you even be able to? A current presses your body further into Morpheus' embrace and your already flushed cheeks become painful. His seed clings to your flesh, unswayed by the lull of the sea water to depart. You fear the consequences.

"What have you done to me?" you whisper, your voice barely audible. He doesn't respond, at least not at first. Morpheus' fingers trace a soothing pattern along your spine, he basks in the way you fit against his true form just perfectly.

Morpheus finally speaks, his lips drawing up your neck and brushing against your jaw, "I made you one with my realm so that we may never be apart. You wanted to participate in the festival, to be offered the chance to accept the ocean," Your heart races, and you pull back slightly to look into his eyes, the stars within them shimmering with a darkened light you hadn't noticed before. ""I gave you that chance," Morpheus continues, his voice a soft murmur against your skin. "To be accepted by my realm. I made you one with the ocean, with me. You are no longer just a visitor here, Noelle. You belong to this world now, as much as it belongs to you."

"That wasn't your decision to make," you say, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear. The weight of what has happened crashes over you like a tidal wave, and you begin to struggle in his hold. You want to get away, return to the beach. Go home. Your forearms press against his chest, trying to push yourself backward, away from him. You don't budge, remaining trapped within his embrace and not even able to dislodge yourself from his cock.

"You took my choice away," You cry, your struggles intensifying, frustration and desperation fueling your movements. "I didn't ask for this!" you shout, your voice echoing through the water. "I didn't want this life! How could you decide for me?"

He let's you trash within his arms, slam your fists against your chest, and rake your nails along his shoulder, but never loosens his grip. Even went you unleash your anger and scream, and cry, and fight against him, but his grip remains firm, his gaze unwavering. When you finally exhaust yourself and your limbs float in defeat, you feel your eyes burn. You cry but the water carries your tears away. Morpheus can smell them, but steels his resolve.

"In time, you will forgive me," Morpheus whispers in your ear as his arms encircle your quivering form and his cock withdraws from your cunt. A whimper escapes your lips, the sensation of emptiness mingling with the lingering pleasure, leaving you uncertain if it's from longing or pain. "That is all that matters."