Dominate the Elemental

“Evan!” you hear in chorus from your party members. Blythe touches your arm, concerned over your wound, while Lia takes up a defensive stance between you and Alicia. You appreciate their concern, but have no time to show it as another water jet comes barreling towards you. Blythe pushes you hard to the left, Lia dodges to the right, and all three of you barely manage to avoid the projectile before it punches through the main deck and disappears. You land flat on your back, with Blythe tumbling down on top of you, but you don’t stay in that position for long. The two of you roll out as quickly as you can: although you don’t mind the feeling of the elf’s big, bra-less titties pressing into your chest as she lays on top of you, now is not the time to get lost in such things. No sooner are you back on your feet than another deadly bolt of water comes shooting your way.

“Roar, searing blaze! Ignition!” you shout, sending a max-sized fireball straight at the floating, cerulean woman. She makes no attempt to dodge the attack, choosing instead to raise a large wall of flowing water about two meters in front of her. Your flames collide with the wall, generating a massive cloud of steam that serves as a smokescreen for your party to move under. You make use of it by sprinting towards the captain’s quarters.

Blythe and Lia get inside ahead of you, ready to slam the doors closed as soon as you cross the threshold. Unfortunately, before you reach it, a sheet of water collects under your feet, causing you to slip and fall. Similarly, a wall of water rises up and freezes over the entrance to the captain’s quarters, blocking you off from your party members. You look up to see the hazy silhouettes of Blythe and Lia testing the strength of the ice wall from the other side, but it looks like they aren’t having much luck destroying the thing.

“You,” says a voice that sends a chill down your spine. It’s Alicia’s voice, but projected through a couple inches of water and spoken in an authoritative tone unlike anything you’ve ever heard come out of her mouth before. You flip onto your back and twist to look at the floating, blue woman. She’s looking directly at you, now, with knit eyebrows and a frown. As you attempt to stand, the water under your feet deliberately shifts to cause you to slip again. “Hmm,” says the water-clad woman as she observes your efforts. Before you can try again to get on your feet, she closes the distance between the two of you, pitches herself until she’s nearly parallel to the deck, and lowers herself until she’s floating about two feet above you.

Seeing her up close, you notice a couple of things. First, her eyes have shifted from their chocolate hue to a brilliant gold, and they have a subtle glow emanating from them. Behind those golden eyes is a presence so powerful, so confident, that not even the angel in your dreams can compare. Second, and arguably just as important as the first observation, you notice that her breasts have gotten bigger. It’s not an enormous change, but her chest has gone from all but flat to sporting two small handfuls of tit flesh. Were it not for the piercing pain in your shoulder and the overwhelming weight of her gaze, you would reach up and cop a feel of those blue boobies.

“This body is drawn to you,” she says, still wearing the same displeased look on her face. Then, as her eyes drift down your body, her expression suddenly changes when she spots your bleeding shoulder. The intensity behind her gaze that you felt before drains away completely, and is replaced by wide-eyed, genuine fear. “No… no…” mutters the cerulean Alicia as she continues to focus on the wound caused by her own attack. The water around her seems to react to her emotions, with parts of her second skin becoming unstable and starting to drip onto you. Those droplets then roll up your body, collecting around your shoulder until the entire thing is encased in her strange, magical water. As seconds tick by, the pain in your shoulder eases, and the wound closes up.

The more her water heals you, the more Alicia’s fearful expression softens. She looks like she’s actually about to smile for a second as the water spills down underneath your fully healed shoulder, but then she catches herself and reacquires her frown. Her intense presence returns, as well, though it’s not quite as heavy as it was before. “You… must have meant a great deal to this woman,” she states. “Her emotions were still strong enough to influence me. That was… unpleasant.” Her voice has a sharper edge to it for the last word, and her eyes harden to drive home her irritation.

The way she’s talking, you think, she’s not Alicia anymore.

“Who are you?” you ask, finally finding an opening in this as-of-yet one-sided conversation. If you can keep her talking, maybe you can find an opening. Or, failing that, maybe you can convince her not to feed you to the crab men.

“Neró,” she says, before clicking her tongue and looking off to the side with a scowl.

What’s with that reaction? Is she mad at herself for telling me her name?

Neró returns her gaze to you, keeping the scowl for the time being. “I am the Ocean Queen. Mortals like you, who trespass over my domain, ought to pray for my favor. It would be all too easy for me to sunder this vessel, you know.”

“Then why don’t you do it?” The words come out of your mouth before a single thought goes through your head. Why would you provoke this super-powered woman into destroying the ship? Did pretending to be unhinged in front of Captain Witterel actually pop a few screws loose in your head? Are you getting cocky enough to think you would survive something like that?

Or did part of you already pick up on what this Neró really wants?

“I…” she says, unable to summon any more words. A second of silence ticks by, then all of her intimidating presence falls away again as her eyes open wide. “I… don’t… want to hurt you,” she says, slowly, as if she’s piecing together the truth of her own emotions in real time. “Why…? Are these… her feelings?”

Emboldened by her moment of emotional confusion, you reach both hands up to her slightly fuller chest. Giving her no time to react to your movement, you immediately dip your fingers straight through her watery second skin and pinch her nipples, hard. Alicia’s trained body turns the pain into dizzying pleasure, causing the Ocean Queen’s scream to be charged with sexual ecstasy. As the pain and pleasure surges through her body, her second skin once again destabilizes: this time, the whole thing comes crashing down on top of you, as does the woman it no longer supports. You move quickly, wrapping your arms around Neró and flipping over to put yourself on top. The cerulean-skinned woman is slowly coming out of her sexual daze as you sit atop her; more and more water begins to collect around her as she regains her composure. Not wanting that to happen, you press forward with the only line of attack you’ve got: Alicia’s masochistic body and her lingering feelings of submissiveness towards you.

With one hand busy tweaking her nipple, you bring the other down on her throat. She grabs the arm aimed at her throat with both hands, but doesn’t put any strength into the gesture. Neró simply holds your arm as you **** her, her face becoming more and more red as the seconds tick by. When she looks like she’s about to pass out, you lean down and whisper into her ear, “The woman whose body you stole was my fuck ****.” Then, rising up just enough to look her in the eyes, you say, “Now you’re going to be mine, too, right?” You punctuate the last word by twisting her nipple. The Ocean Queen squeals, but that high pitched cry is cut off by a guttural intake of breath as you release her esophagus.

While she tries to level her breathing, you decide that it’s time for one more push. You rise up onto your knees, reach down, and pull out your dick. It’s been growing harder and harder ever since you turned the tables on this woman, and is now a few pumps shy of rock solid. The golden eyes, which were so intimidating before, zero in on your rod almost immediately, the blue woman’s expression growing hungrier by the second. Likely an **** decision on her part, Neró lifts her head up closer to your hard-on. Only once a line of drool escapes her mouth does the Ocean Queen remember herself, and she uses that moment of clarity to scream, reapply her water cloak, and slip out from underneath you with the power of magical water propulsion.

With her attention elsewhere, you take the opportunity to stand up. Neró is also rising to her feet, about four meters away. Oddly, she isn’t using her water cloak to float anymore.

“I will… spare this ship,” says Neró, looking off to the starboard railing in an obvious effort to not look in your direction. “You… won’t see me… ever again…”

She’s looking for an out, you think. Would that count as a defeat? I mean, she’s definitely not winning in that ca — wait. You feel your erection twitch in response to your train of thought. There’s no way I can be satisfied with that ending, anyway. She’s so close to falling, just like Alicia did, I can feel it. I just need an opening.

“They aren’t just Alicia’s feelings,” you say, remembering how she justified not wanting to hurt you. That gets her to seize up, and you spot her eyes as they flick towards you for an instant. Bingo. Time to push. “It’s too much, isn’t it? The responsibility of ruling over the entire ocean.”

“W-what are you talking about?” she says, still fighting hard against her urge to look at you. “O-of course it’s not. Don’t be absurd.”

You take a step forward. “The weight of an ocean’s problems has to be pretty heavy.” You take another step. “I bet, sometimes you wish you could just let it all go.”

“You’re wrong,” she says in an unsteady voice. Now that you’re closer, you can see that her legs are shaking.

One step closer.

“You wish someone would take control, just for a little while, and turn you into their plaything.”

Another step.

“N-no… That’s…”

One more step.

“You belong to me, Neró. Say it.”

“I… I w-won’t,” she says, really struggling to keep her eyes pointed elsewhere now that you’re standing only inches away.

“My dick is all ready for you, Neró. Wouldn’t you like to kiss it?”

The cerulean-skinned woman steals a glance at your full erection. She quickly looks away again, but the damage is already done: one look at your dick was all it took to send her spiraling down the path of insurmountable sexual arousal. She bites her lip, desperately fighting off the fire growing inside her body. Her arm goes up to press against her chest, but the friction on her hard nipples only makes it worse for her. Neró closes her eyes and squirms under your watch. Looking at her now, you almost feel bad for her; if she’d possessed any other woman, taming her wouldn’t have been nearly this easy. With Alicia’s body, Neró never stood a chance against you. When you’ve seen her struggle enough, you lean over and once again whisper into her ear.

“Tell me what you are.”

Like a dam bursting, the Ocean Queen’s legs finally give out. Her water cloak falls away once again, and she opens her eyes to find your proud rod placed directly in front of her lips. Neró looks up to your face, and you see the same delicious conflict that you saw in Alicia before she fell. For the second time, you watch Alicia’s face go blank for a second, as all of that conflict turns to relief. Then, the eyes soften, and the corners of her mouth curl into a smile.

“Neró is… Master’s fuck ****.”

The cerulean-skinned woman presses her soft lips to the head of your cock. The act is so hot that you feel a rush of energy, and have to fight off the urge to cum right away. Then again, painting this blue woman with your seed would be a novel experience.

But you don’t have time for that. The instant she kissed your cock, a ring of white flames appeared at your feet. Before you know it, the nauseous feeling you’d almost forgotten returns, and the flames rise up over your head. Within seconds, the merchant ship Ishelle is gone, along with all of the crew, all of the crab men, and Neró.