The next day comes and nothing changes

You sit on the damp cave floor, waning between feelings of yearning for more sahuagin semen and despair at being in such a quagmire. You can’t get the image of the fishman’s cock out of your mind, nor the lingering taste of his seed from your throat. It’s shameful, embarrassing, degrading how addicted you are to the substance, but like any addictive ****, it is something you now can’t image living without.

The female sahuagin mentioned that the male’s sperm, once ingested, makes it easier for her to lay her eggs in their victims. You surmise the semen to be more akin to a powerful painkiller than an aphrodisiac. The arousal you feel is just a byproduct of a narcotic high. You wonder if this addiction is an unintended side effect. You recall your village doctor mentioning how easily some of his patients became addicted to some his pain medicine. But you also wonder why it can’t be both an aid to laying eggs in victims and a way to assure the victim’s cooperation in the eventual birth. The sahuagin’s chemicals must have this effect on you for a reason—it’s addicting by nature’s design. What better way to make sure the incubator doesn’t wander far with the clutch than to make them dependent on the creature?

You rub your thighs together with the unease the overwhelming craving is bringing you. The male sahuagin you long for has been absent all morning, leaving you and the female in the silent cavern. The male is out hunting for food while the female watches you and makes sure you stay put.

You do not talk to her. You don’t even look at her as you wait.

“I’m getting bored of this,” Miri shouts into the cave. “Doe, why don’t you entertainment me until Giri returns?”

You glance at the female sahuagin, seeing her spread her legs and point at the slit in her groin that hides her ovipositor. You can’t help but glare at the fishgirl. You may have become an addict to the male’s cum, but you’re still angry with these creatures. And since this female has none of the addicting spunk to offer, all you feel towards her is contempt for forcing you to carry her young.

“What’s with that face? I may not have cum to give, but I’m still entitled to a little fun. You’re not doing anything, so why don’t you make yourself useful?”

You continue to glare at the fish creature, making her bare her teeth in frustration. She gets up and stomps over to you, grabbing you by the hair. She pulls your head backwards, making you yelp in discomfort.

“Listen, cow! You’re stuck here with us until my babies are born, whether you like it or not! So until then, you can behave and do as you’re told, or you can defy me and have your tendons cut one by one each day so that by the end, you’ll be nothing but an unmoving egg sack!”

You grit your teeth at the fish woman’s threat, but you realize angering your captor won’t make your situation any better.

Miri pushes your head between her legs, commanding, “Now lick.”

You shamefully oblige, letting your tongue run up and down her fishy slit.

“Mmm, that’s good. A smart one, you are.”

You see the translucent tube of her ovipositor begin to push past her folds at you, making you pause.

“Just do what you do for, Giri. I may not have any eggs to lay right now, but it still feels good.”

You listen to her suggestion, wrapping your lips around the bumpy shaft and stimulate it the way you do the male’s prick. Knowing that you won’t be gifted with a load of cum by the end makes it difficult do, but you continue to bob your head around the lady prick in order to satisfy her.

Miri begins to sit backwards onto a rock behind her, pulling your head along with her so that the suction of your mouth never leaves her shaft.

You wonder how long you will be **** to do this, unsure of whether she is capable of even orgasming when she doesn’t intend on laying eggs.

As if reading your mind, or perhaps feeling you slow down due to doubt, Miri speaks up, “Just keep going. Even without a clutch, I’ll come all the same. It just won’t be as satisfying if I’m not pushing eggs into a warm womb.”

You continue even though Miri’s moans and groans stay consistent throughout your oral ministration. The only thing that ends up changing amongst the repetitive sounds coming from your slurping and Miri’s moaning is the eventual splash of water behind you that signals Giri’s return.

“I’ve brought plenty of fish, Miri. Hope you and the Doe…” Giri’s gurgling voice trails off as he witnesses you pleasuring his mate, your ass pointing invitingly up at him while you’re bent over.

You glance back at him, a feeling of relief and excitement piques inside you. A part of you prays that he should rut with you again and let you sample a load of his cum once more. You see a grin cross his fishy lips, the pink organ you crave so much beginning to push its way out of his body.

“It’s been a long hunt. I would love a bit of fun before dinner,” he comments as he trots over to you.

You turn your head away from him, trying to deny the feelings you have right now, so much so that you resume sucking at Miri’s egg-cock as a way to distract yourself. But there is no escaping your needs, not in your situation.

You feel the male’s webbed hands land on your hindquarters, making you give out a small moan around the ovipositors in your mouth.

“Hehe. It’s been a couple days since I got to feel this warm pinkness around my cock,” Giri comments as he spreads your quim open. You feel the tip of his fish meat press against your tender hole, making you shudder. Your body tells you that this is what you’ve been waiting for all day; this is what you want most. Whatever disgust you may have for the creature or what he’s about to do to you is quickly swept away in a tide of addictive need.

Your pussy drools with arousal at the thought, making the first thrust from Giri effortless. You yell out in pleasure as he sinks his pink length fully into your hot, moist tunnel. The cold skin of his prick quickly absorbs the heat of your inner flesh, making him growl with excitement.

He starts to fuck your poor hole with deep thrusts, pulling all the way back and pushing all the way in. He guides your hips to a fast rhythm while matching them with the sway of his own hips. The slap of his fishy scales against your soft bottom drums through the hollow cave in echoes.

You can’t help but yell and moan at finally being allowed to have the sahuagin’s cock inside you again, letting it tug and churn your inner flesh, intent on letting you experience another delicious helping of its chemical. You nuzzle Miri’s lap as you twist and writhe to the pleasure. It feels so much more intense than the first time he had taken you. You can barely control your muscles to such an intense pleasure.

Miri tries to guide your mouth back onto her ovipositor, but you can barely do anything with your lips, which constantly stay open in a rush of gasps and screams. You give up trying to use your mouth on her, simply lying your head against her lap as you’re rocked back and forth. All you can do is half-heartedly use one of your hands to jerk her translucent rod.

You come. Not once but several times until Giri finally bottoms out inside you and lets forth the seed you oh-so crave. The satisfying pulse of his fishy prick inside you, spitting forth its load and coating your egg stuffed womb is enough for you to gleefully bite your lip in joy.

Miri, seeing that her mate is finally done, brings your face up by the chin and guides it toward her ovipositor. “Don’t forget about me,” she coos.

You eagerly take the shaft inside your mouth and resume what you were doing. You no longer feel repulsed at pleasuring the female sahuagin. The fresh batch of fish cum that’s absorbing into your inner flesh has you high with delight and eager to please.

Eventually, Miri shutter with a moan, although her body does not produce any eggs. By the time she lets you pop off her prick, Giri is once more fucking you with vigor. His claws dig into the soft globes of your ass he pounds you toward multiple new orgasms and another release of his own.

The rest of the day continues as such. You feast, you fuck, you sleep. Without any other entertainment, the sahuagin make full use of you and your body day in and day out to tide the boredom.