Sea Nymph Haven

You land on a sunny beach, half-way into warm surf. A soft wind rustles the palm tree tops. It’s just you on a tropical island. The portal closes behind you, and the quiet feels good. Logically Leonora is doing shocking, despicable things to your sisters back in the Blowjob Universe, but logic requires thinking and thinking is not your forté. You lie back and relax in the sun. Taking the Blowjob Universe back from the planar witch hellbent on vengeance can wait.

The sound of giggling wakes you up from your beach nap. A naked sea nymph with nice tits named Melly has swum up and is pretending not to stare at your big dick. Her hair is forward and covering half her face.

“Hey,” you say, startling the sea nymph. “Do you have the Choker of Mor-something or Other?”

Melly’s not wearing anything at all. There’s nothing around her neck. She shakes her head no and hides her face behind her own hair.

“Do you know where it is? Can you take me there?”

Melly nods, but points to your big dick like she wants to suck it. This makes perfect sense to you. She’s a slutty beach girl, and sluts are made for sucking your dick. You give her permission.

She brushes her hair out of the way, and wraps her hands around your huge schlong. Your cock is a rare treat for the sea nymph, but she’s a natural cocksucker. She licks the tip like an ice cream cone, swallowing the droplets of seawater and relishing the bulbous shape.

You lie back on the warm sand and let the sea slut take care of your hard cock. She massages your legs as she sucks your beefy cock, taking more and more of you in her gifted mouth. Her hands move from massaging your legs to massaging your balls. She rolls the rim of your cockhead between her tongue and her palate. The feeling of wellbeing becomes especially concentrated in your balls, and then you burst past your edge and reward the sea nymph with a meal of your cum. She swallows, gulping again and again and again until every thick glob goes down her slutty throat into her tummy.

You lay back for another nap in the sun, but she takes your big hand in hers. She looks at you with her naïve eyes and giggles, and then speaks in a slightly broken English, like she’s out of practice with language. “Thanks for the yummy cummies, mister! The Choker of Morgana Le Fay. The bitch queen of the pirates has it. I take you there, yes?”