Alright alright I couldn't just end Into the Deep without a final 🍋 chapter, now could I?

So here you go ;)

Warning: mature sexual themes ahead!

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Y/N watches as a pair of mottled jellyfish drift past the window. The dark ocean beyond glistens, the moonlight far above casting fractals of light down the water column.

Her fins swish in the gentle current, reminding her of her new form.

A question forms in her mind.

Now that she doesn't have legs, does that mean she and Lysanthir can't....?

Heat rises in her cheeks, painting them a bright red.

Well logically, murdukann have to be able to do it somehow, right?

"What are you thinking about so deeply?"

A silken voice breaks her out of her reverie.

Y/N spins to look at Lysanthir. She hadn't noticed him enter their private chambers.

With one swift movement of his tail, her mate is before her. He tilts his head expectantly, waiting for her response.

"Oh, I—uhh," Y/N stammers, knowing her cheeks are still ablaze in a fiery blush, "I was just wondering about being a murdukann."

With a slender finger, Lysanthir slowly caresses her cheek.

"Oh?"

A twinkle dances behind his dark eyes as a smirk plays on his lips.

Lysanthir continues slyly, "and what exactly has piqued your interest?"

He closes the distance between them, his tail loosely wrapping around hers. She's trapped in his serpentine clasp.

Y/N stays silent, too embarrassed to tell Lysanthir about her lustful thoughts.

"Why so shy all of a sudden?"

Her murdukann's hand now trails down her neck, hitting every sensitive spot. It does nothing to help the flames trickling down to her core.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

A truly feeble lie. Lysanthir chuckles in response, his other hand now finding the small of her back. It circles teasingly, sending shivers down her spine.

Y/N tilts her head back, basking in her murdukann's affections.

"Now, now, you know better than to lie to me" he whispers, cool fingers wrapping around her throat.

She pants, her lungs expanding to force a breath down her restricted airway. He releases his grip, his hand descending below her waist.

"Something tells me you were thinking about this."

Y/N gasps.

Lysanthir strokes a slit hidden below her waist. It sends electricity coursing through her. She arches her back, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Why don't I show you how pleasurable life as a murdukann can be?"

Before she has the chance to process his words, Lysanthir kneels before her and presses his mouth to that narrow slit.

His tongue flicks softly, making her squirm. But with Lysanthir's hand at her back and his tail wrapped around hers, she has nowhere to go. She's entirely at his mercy.

Y/N quakes as the murdukann presses further into her heat, tongue now circling every sensitive nerve. Her moans grow louder as white-hot pressure steadily builds within her.

All her senses are alive with desire, focused intently on the movements of Lysanthir's tongue. He lets out a low growl, casting a thrum through her gills. Her body is on fire.

She whimpers, trying to no avail to wriggle out of Lysanthir's hold.

The pressure within her mounts. It's too much. She feels like she'll explode from the unbearable tension.

Y/N's hands find Lysanthir's hair. She runs her fingers through his long locks, pulling him closer.

One more flick of his tongue sends her over the edge. Her climax crashes through her body, a tidal wave of unbelievable pleasure that makes her come undone.

She moans his name over and over like a prayer, nearly inarticulate in her rapture. He is her saviour, her anchor in this storm of uncontrollable gratification.

Once the final ripples of her orgasm have left her body, Lysanthir grips her waist, pulling her down to the ground. Her back hits the floor with a thud.

Lysanthir's black eyes fill her vision. Eyes of an ancient love and desire. Yet glimmers of pain are still visible within their depths. Pain from weeks of torment. Pain from thinking his mate would never return to him.

Propping herself up on an elbow, Y/N leans forwards. Her lips meet Lysanthir's in a raw, hungry kiss. She works her mouth against his, claiming him as her own. As much as she belongs to him, he belongs to her too.

Sharp nails tear at her bodice, leaving her bare. She shivers at the sensation of the cool water against her naked skin.

Lysanthir reaches down to unsheathe himself, positioning his length against her wetness. Y/N tenses.

With one hard thrust, Lysanthir pushes deep inside of her. Y/N lets out a cry. He feels too big for her to take. Her new body has never been penetrated before, never taken anything within its tight folds. And after her orgasm, she feels so sensitive, so sore.

Lysanthir drives further, deeper. Far deeper than Y/N had thought ever possible. She feels as though she's going to split in half.

A guttural snarl resonates from Lysanthir's chiselled chest. He buries himself to the hilt before withdrawing until only the tip remains. Before Y/N can steel herself, he plunges forwards.

His pace is as punishing as it is unrelenting. Long, hard thrusts impale her. Her mind goes blank. Y/N's nails rake down his back, leaving lengthy red streaks in their wake.

Their fins weave tightly around each other. An intricate, carnal dance made of flashes of spines and scales. A pair of sea serpents consuming one another entirely.

Nothing matters beyond this moment. Nothing exists apart from their bodies melding into one.

The water around them begins to hum, swirling with powerful magic. Magic that radiates off the Kyren and his mate. The very ground beneath them begins to rumble.

Lysanthir's hands roam over her body, exploring every dip, every curve. He pinches the soft skin of her nipples, making her whimper in delight.

That familiar pressure takes over once more. Y/N throws her head back in unabashed ecstasy.

A second orgasm racks her body. She cries out, the intense sensation so pleasurable it borders on painful. But her mate doesn't give her a moment of reprieve.

Y/N can feel Lysanthir's thrusts grow faster, more desperate. He groans, rhythm faltering as his own climax nears. He claws at her hips, shoving her tight against him.

Lysanthir lets out a strangled moan as he comes. Hot liquid pulsates inside of her, filling her up. Her belly bulges from the sheer volume. The feeling of such fullness is almost too much to handle.

When he finally pulls out, both murdukann collapse onto the floor, panting hard.

Y/N's chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath. Stars swim before her eyes, her senses exhausted and overstimulated.

She rests her head on Lysanthir's chest, intertwining her fingers with his. A gentle hand cups her cheek. She looks up at Lysanthir through her lashes.

The cool water is now a welcome relief on her flushed skin. She lets her eyes flutter closed, a little purr resonating from her chest.

She knows she belongs here. In her mate's arms, in Athtar, in the sea. Born with the mark of the ocean, her fate is finally fulfilled.

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Don't worry...this also isn't quite the end ;)

Epilogue coming soon!