A very p*rny mermaid (Patreon)

...The road to the city is both short and very pleasurable, with all parties involved partaking in all kinds of pleasures of the flesh with the prince and his enormous, tireless, magical manhood.

The prince for his part, had previously known the privileges of being born into royalty, but as it were now, even while on the road in a poorly-insulated tent and doing it on rough surfaces in awkward positions, he had to admit to himself this was up to that point at least, the best time of his life.

It might have even been worth it getting kidnapped and experimented on by a mad pervert, he thought to himself while he ripped a strip of juicy meat of a bone, a flask filled with mead in the other hand he took the occasional swig from as he stared down to his groin, Mugbel and Sharog lapping away at his monstrous shaft, both eager for a creamy white dessert.

It was evening, the city already in sight in the distance, they'd likely reach it tomorrow around mid-day, so Mugbel and Sharog would stay behind at camp as they had previously discussed, out of sight of the city's prying eyes.

He wiped the fat running down his chin with the back of his hand, groaning as skilled hands played with his heavy balls and warm, wet tongues explored every nook and cranny of his imposing shaft. He was going to miss these two for the couple of days they were to stay there, Mugbel for her enthusiasm and being so small he could manhandle and throw her around like a toy, and Sharog for the wild, aggressive sex she enjoyed, sometimes fucking so hard he feared she might break his bones.

Sophia for her part was at the moment a bit too absorbed in her own thoughts to join, she'd gotten her fill from the prince earlier already, and she felt secure (and perhaps a little bit smug) that she was the prince's favourite. She went through the plan in her mind again, smuggling dark magic into a city like this was no matter to be taken lightly.

She stared at the amulet one of the wizard's slain acolytes had worn, she had recognized it from the pile of magical artifacts the Orcs had collected. And taken it from the cart to inspect it up close, it made her think back on the day of the rescue where she had first seen it. The wizard's minions had looked misshapen and warped. Yet the Orcs in their story had described them as beautiful. The prince's condition and the state of the Orc tribe proves that the mad wizard had made advancements in his research, so why did he and his followers seemingly... regress? She looked up at the prince as he laid a hand on small Mugbell's head and began rapidly pumping her face up and down his lengthy rod in just the way she liked being used. Was illusion magic at play? Had the Orcs been tricked years before and had it simply worked out for them when the mage's research bore fruit by pure luck? Or were they the ones being had right now? She didn't know enough about magic to say, part of the reason why she wanted to go through with the plan anyway.

The next morning came after the rest of that night had been spent paying extra attention to the Orc and Goblin pair they'd leave behind for now, Mugbell and Sharog waving the three of them off as they set off in the cart, leaving some supplies and Sophia's own knightly steed behind as a sign of good faith. Though after a couple of days of traveling together and becoming VERY intimately involved with one another everyone was sure it wasn't necessary, they all wanted to see each other again, the prince especially.

As expected they rolled up to the gate of the outer wall of the capital city by mid-day, and were greeted by a line of travelers waiting to be let in by inspecting guards. The moment of truth had arrived.

When it came to their turn, the inspecting guard turned his questions to the most lordly looking of the traveling companions, Sophia.

She explained that she was sent to escort magical lore and supplies together with an apprentice mage and her squire to the local mages guild, counting on the average man's limited knowledge of the arcane to not have it be recognized for what it was. Her titles, skills in bluffing, and a bit of cleavage would hopefully bring them the rest of the way.

With some luck and a copped feel, they were let through, though they insisted they each be individually questioned by the guard's quarters before proceeding further into the city. Sophia and Bernadette where ushered into rooms with eager looking guardsmen, while the prince was left alone together with a stern looking lady who held her hair in a tight bun in her neck, who seemed about ready to castrate anyone who looked at her sizable chest the wrong way on the spot.

She was probably picked as the prince's questioner to get him in trouble, as she immediately went off on a tirade the moment his eyes moved away from her face. After some berating, a few desk slams, and the occasional slap across the cheek the prince was positively throbbing, which did nothing to alleviate her wrath.

What the guard hadn't counted on of course, was his god-like sexual prowess.

With his junk engorged and visible through his clothing, she accused him of attempting to smuggle something into the city. He tried to explain to her it was his penis, but it only earned him another smack before she began wrestling his pants and underwear down. Until the heavy slab of meat that was his cock landed with a dull and loud "thud" on top of her face...

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So Since we've talked about reproduction among the races again and since I've once again droned on and on in the periphery of the actual point I was trying to get through instead of getting to it when it comes to demons and hybrids... let's throw all that aside and talk about Mermaids for a bit.

There are many fantastical creatures in this world, some came about naturally, while others were... manufactured.

When it comes to Mermaids, both kinds exist, or at least, we have one kind of Mermaid we know is not a product of nature, the other... we're not sure on, but at least we can agree that they could be natural.

The kind we see up there? Definitely not natural. You might be able to see it from her ears, but this mermaid is in fact an elf. And elves are not fish.

At the height of their power, after the war with the Orcs and before their unknowing meddling with their genes had its disastrous repercussions, Elves ruled supreme. Though their relation with Dwarves had once again soured, Dwarves, being Dwarves, simply kept to themselves and avoided contact. The Elves for their part, were smart enough to not push the issue this time and start another war.

Instead in a rare show of restraint, the Elves focused on themselves as well.

And so their great works began.

In this period, the great Elven empires constructed magnificent wonders of architecture and engineering. Though of course they were loath to admit hard science was involved of any kind, no it was simply the guiding hands of their gods instructing their chosen children how to build these wonders.

Among Elven interest were the vast seas and oceans of the world, and in "taming" them. Though no Elf would call it taming per se, because if there's one good thing that can be said about the Elves, they sure do love their nature, even if their understanding of nature is limited and flawed, they never quite harmed the lands they chose to settle on as much as Orcs, Humans, or Dwarves did, or ever would.

They build vast fleets of ships, sailed to every corner of the world, discovered and rediscovered new and lost continents, they dove beneath the waves to explore its vast depths. Though the period preceding it was one of bloodshed and horror, now was an unprecedented time for growth and advancement.

Eventually, as their ships and fleets grew bigger, pushing the limits to what was practical to use as a ship, the Elves thought that it was time to build land of their own. With everything else having been discovered, now was the time to create.

And create they did. The first of these mega projects was named Atlantis. And it served as a proof of concept. It was a huge floating island, held in place and aloft above the waves by their grandest of magical constructs yet. Their greatest minds went to creating this self-perpetuating magical power source that would hold the lands up, and keep itself steady. The land itself large enough to weather the largest storm.

A seeming resounding success, the city of Atlantis flourished, and many more stations of its kind were built as the elves basked in their ingenuity and power.

This project culminated in the construction of their greatest work yet, not an island, but a continent. Named Atlantica after the first nautical city Atlantis. It was built over millennia between the two major landmasses of this world. And when it was done, Elvenkind rejoiced. Many traveling to settle in their new lands, constructed by and for them, and catered to their every need.

This was of course, not to be. As it turns out, the Elves in hindsight might have wanted to take some pages out of the Orc science handbook and review their great magical engines that held the artificial islands and continent aloft. Too late was a fatal flaw in the Original Atlantis engine discovered, and the floating island-city was hastily emptied before its core gave out and the entire thing sank beneath the waves.

The other islands were quickly inspected, and where possible, fixed. Some that were beyond saving and on the verge of giving out were abandoned like Atlantis, while others still exist to this day. Their main continent though, was struck hardest. The cores were never tested for holding up such vast quantities of land, so even as the most recent construct, its cores where already overloaded and on the verge of collapse. Atlantica sank just as evacuation of the continent was picking up steam.

The Elves greatest triumph, turned into their greatest shame in the span of a few months after hundreds of years of peaceful living on their artificial continent...

...But for those stuck on the continent as it sank not all hope was lost. Elves there too had been editing their genome, and on the water-heavy islands and continent swimming was a frequent pastime. In fact their entire culture revolved around nautical lore and creatures of the deep. Much like some tribes of Wood Elves who took on features of what they believed to be their spirit animals, the Elves of Atlantica had taken up a similar practice. So as the continent sank, those remaining partook in a last-minute desperate ritual, to them merely a natural progression of what they had already been doing for centuries, to transform their bodies into being capable of surviving under the sea, indefinitely.

And that's how Mermaids were born.

Hey all,

Sure has been a while hasn't it? Well good news is that this completely unprompted break was not the result of some drastic happenings on my end keeping me from posting. But with the schedule sort of in shambles of late (read:for a while) I decided to take some more time to figure things out and do some deep, hard, introspection...

I came to the conclusion that I want to keep drawing p*rn, because it's fun, obviously. That was never actually up for questioning.

I have made no headway over what form the future upload schedule might take. I look back on my older output kind of scratching my head at how I managed to keep it up for as long as I did. Because try as I might I can't seem to get back to it, not without drastically cutting into my free time.

So consider this upload a tentative return to form. On the upside I've prewritten quite a chunk of story using the extra time, and there's some exciting stuff lined up, if you were ever interested in my smutty writings.

SoCarter out.