It was early evening when Luci returned to her room. She'd just had a hot bath, and the time of the day she looked forward to the most, when she could forget about her obligations and duties, unwind, and do what she wanted, was at hand. Unclipping her curtains-turned-cloak, she threw it around herself and set off for the Kelp's Hole.

The cold water did little to cool her excitement as she poked her head above the surface upon reaching her destination. She’d recently discovered a back alley canal, hidden from both sun and moonlight and smelling of mildewing nets and tar, as a useful cover from drunken eyes.

Keeping to the shadows, soft notes from a lute and a muffled voice drifted after her from a nearby pub. She crossed the street, heading straight for the back door, and entered.

She breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. Greeting a few of the girls she passed in the hallway with a smile and hello, Luci dipped into a side room, the same one she’d first used and prepared herself for the night.. 

—

Time couldn't pass fast enough for Seula. She paced the end of a row of brine barrels, near to where they had agreed to meet, occasionally stopping to flick some powdered snow into the icy water.

"Seuuuuuuulaaaaa!"

A sudden weight impacted the selkie’s chest as Azalea landed between her breasts and hugged her.

"You decided to come! I'm so glad!"

"I...I did. I had to k...know."

"We'll find out together! As soon as my lifemates stop dragging their feet, that is.”

"Easy for the one with wings to say." Devin strolled up, holding Reina's hand to steady himself on the slippery ground. 

The streets were nearly deserted. Once they reached the entrance, they saw a line of people. It didn't extend out the door, but it did make the waiting room much cozier.

When it was their turn, they were greeted by the same girl from yesterday.

"Hello again, Meri!" Azalea greeted.

Meri nodded her recognition.

"You look much more alert than yesterday! Are you feeling better?"

The kelp girl flexed her arm.

"I'm glad."

Meri motioned questioningly toward the dining area.

"Not tonight. Private donation this time, please," countered Devin.

She gave a troubled look and pointed at Reina.

"Is Reina too large?"

Meri made an apologetic gesture.

"I'll wait outside."

"Are you sure?" worried Devin, not wanting her to feel left out. “And why outside?”

To keep an eye out in case you don't find or miss you-know-who," Reina replied with a wink. "Thank you for thinking of me, though, Herdmate,

"Alright. We'll be back soon."

Devin kissed her, and the Whitehorn took her leave.

Meri directed them to the right, held the curtain open, and bowed, thanking them on behalf of all the girls for their patronage.

The creaking of Seula’s wheels and the thump of Devin’s boots echoed through the dimly lit hallways, interspersed with a series of identical doors on both sides.

“H…how are we going to f…find her l…ladyship with all these rooms?" Seula verbalized the thoughts they all had.

"Azalea, perhaps you can find her like you did Ky?” Devin suggested.

"I remind you my halation doesn't quite work like that, Lifemate, but maybe I can narrow things down."

Azalea’s eyes flashed purple. Unimpeded by door or wall, dozens of detail-free silhouettes appeared all over the building, revealed to the fairy’s roving gaze.

"See her?" asked Devin, leaning against the wall.

Azalea turned this way and that. "Not yet. I'll need a moment. There are a lot of people and colors."

“Colors?” 

"Um… easier if I just show you." 

She reached out for his hand, and the moment they touched, Devin’s vision drastically shifted. Just as with the first time Azalea let him see through her eyes when they first discovered the batgirl-in-distress, Ky, all around him pulsed the hazy, indistinct outlines that marked a person's health and vitality, but there was a major addition he didn’t remember – every individual possessed a flame doused with vibrant colors. 

"What am I looking at?"

Azalea squinted as the pressure built behind her eyes. "Feelings."

"We can see their emotions?"

"More or less."

"You don't sound too sure."

"Of their feelings, yes, but what feelings the colors represent, not entirely. Or rather, it's tricky."

Mostly consisting of warm tones, nearly all the flames were paired with another, each set composing a consistent dancing pattern and exuding the same prominent colors. One of the two people was green, tinged with a little red and orange. The other was the opposite – a lot of red and orange, but no green, initially.

Devin frowned and whispered, "I'm curious what you learned."

Azalea rubbed her temples from the extra affinic load caused by sharing her vision with Devin. "These are just my own categorizations since I've never met another person with the halation to compare my conclusions with, so I've sorta had to figure it out by observation.

“Red is something like passion, excitement, or anger. Yellow is joy, surprise, amusement, or anxiety. Orange, I put under the tag of friendliness and confidence. Green is contentment or envy. And blue is sadness or trusting."

"What's purple?"

"Um… that one is hard. I've associated it with pride or ambition."

"Huh… I was going to say it's interesting that they match a rainbow's colors, but I see a little white and black here and there."

"Black, I only ever see when someone is scared, ashamed, or distrustful."

"It's hard to picture someone having negative emotions in a place like this," Devin ruminated.

"Perhaps they are ashamed they don't have more cum to give."

"Wouldn't have thought of that." Devin rubbed his chin. "And so what is white?"

"White is love."

"Love? Don't people usually associate love with red?"

"Do they? Never heard that before. I tend to see it the most in people doing loving acts, though it's always mixed with another color. The purest I've seen is when I cuddle with mom, or in an old couple who have been together for a very long time."

"Is a pure color rare?"

"I've never seen a person with a single color, but then I hadn't used my halation much before I met you."

Dazzled by the strangeness of the sights around him, Devin became distracted by another strange phenomenon. Every so often, one of the two-flame pairs would periodically flare up. Like someone tossing pitch-covered pine needles onto a fire, a sudden shimmering burst of red and orange would burst up before settling where the red would change to green, all the while the other flame, already green, would deepen in color.

"What are the sudden flashes?"

"Probably someone cumming."

Devin pondered that for a moment. "So then the other consistent green flames that have flecks of yellow are the kelpgirls?"

"Most likely. I know I feel a lot of joy and contentment after swallowing your load." Azalea giggled, but then ended up clutching her head.

"Are you alright?" Devin blurted as he reached to hold her with his other hand.

"Ya, sorry, Life-mate. I need to disconnect you."

"Don't hurt yourself. Do what you need to do."

Azalea removed her hand from Devin's, and the pounding headache had eased significantly.

"So, what are you looking for, exactly?"

"A person with the most purple."

"Why that color?"

"Don't noble ladies usually have a lot of pride?"

"I suppose." Devin turned back to look at the wall even without Azalea’s vision.

Seula moved to the side as several sahagin men passed by, eyeing the mixed group of infrequently seen demi-humans with curiosity. Catching herself staring at their crotches, she blushed and looked away. 

"Maybe I shouldn't have come after all," she said after they were far enough away.

“Why?”

“I…it's kinda e…mbarrassing being in a place like t…this.”

“Don’t get cold flippers now. Just give me a moment longer."

Azalea redoubled her efforts. One reason she didn’t use her gift often was that she felt it was a little invasive of another person's privacy. It was like pulling back an intimate curtain, which is why she preferred to rely on context, vocal tone, facial expressions, and body language.

Also, deducing another's feelings through her gift was something she didn’t feel was entirely reliable. People’s experiences and circumstances were sometimes complex, producing overlapping or a blend of two or more opposing emotions.

At this moment, though, they didn’t have many other options to find the Tritonian noble.

Azalea rubbed her eyes. She had to hurry since the pounding in her head was returning, and she was running out of affinity. Amidst the orgasmic feedings happening all around her, she expected that finding a more distinct color like purple would be easy. Perhaps Lady Luci was having a bad day, or maybe she, herself, was cumming so much that it was covering up any sense of noble ego or duty.

“Oh! That might be her!” she exclaimed, pointing to one of the many indistinguishable doors ahead of them.

Behind one of several doors down from where they stood, a person who had possessed a significant amount of orange and green a moment ago fooled Azalea into thinking they might just be an overly friendly kelpgirl. However, the subsequent orgasmic explosion of color from their partner suddenly prompted an unmistakable switch to fiery purple with streaks of red, most likely proud of herself for a job well done.

"This way!" 

Devin and Seula quickly followed the fae as she blinked several times, her eyes returning to their normal color. She flew past many shabbily painted, thin doors. Turning the last corner, they nearly ran into a young human sailor man, aglow in bliss as he exited the room where they were headed.

He was more startled by the sight of a female fairy and selkie than by the near collision. Azalea flashed him a cheerful smile as he vocalized an apology and backed up to the wall to let them pass.

Pretending to loiter a moment until he was gone, Azalea patted the doorknob. “Let me go in and check for sure if it's her.”

Devin cracked the door open enough for the fairy to slip inside, only to re-emerge seconds later, "It is!"

"Really?!?" squeaked Seula.

"Mhm. Saw her through the hole. Come on!" 

—

Luci tilted her head back and swallowed the generous load from her last patron, its bitter flavor still lingering on her tongue. 

She found herself uncharacteristically alone tonight. Alara, her frequent gloryhole roommate, was well fed from earlier in the week and didn’t need to come in tonight. At least, that is what Luci concluded after some vague hand gestures from another girl, thus allowing for the enjoyment of more of the rare indulgence.

She poured herself a glass of water and listened to the sudden squeak and the sound of heavy boots, accompanied by a grinding noise she couldn’t identify, as they entered the adjoining room.

Inclining her ear, she thought, 'Three people? In one room? Unusual, but maybe it’s an especially busy night, and they are tripling up. Also, they sure are whispering a lot. Can't make out what they're saying… maybe trying to decide who goes first.'

—

Little more than a closet, the rough-sanded driftwood space was plenty big enough for one person, but two and one-tenth of a person made it snug, causing Devin to straddle Seula as she lay out on the floor.

A blue lamp hung dead center from the ceiling and made the shadows ebb and flow like the tide under a full moon. 

”Lift her up so she can see for herself, Life-mate!" 

Before Seula knew what was happening, Devin grabbed her under the arms and hoisted her up so she could look through the gloryhole. She was about to protest, but the words died in her throat. 

There she was! Lady Luciana Jalokivi Tritonia ll, daughter to the duke and duchess of Merport in all of her noble personage. She was mostly out of view, but Seula would know those demurely clasped hands anywhere, the same ones she had held and even kissed! The edge of her mantle glistened like sapphires gilded with liquid gold in the dim light. She could have drunk in her beauty for hours, but the moment of awe instantly turned to fear when Luci leaned toward her. 

‘I don’t want her to see me in a place like this!’ she thought. Too late, their eyes met. Half seconds felt like minutes. It didn’t look like Luci recognized her, but fearing to say anything lest Lady Luci figure out who she was, Seula wiggled violently to be let down.

Devin hastily complied. 

"What's wrong?" whispered Azalea.

"I think she saw me."

"Did she? Good. Now that introductions are out of the way, we can begin."

"Introductions? What introductions? And what are we beginning!?" the selkie squeaked.

"The 'help Seula become more acquainted with Lady Luci's more intimate side' plan, of course!"

"Plan? I thought we were just going to confirm if she was here."

"Yes, we were and did, but don't you want to spend this perfect opportunity to see a hidden side of her that nobody but us, and more importantly, you over aaaaaanyone else will know about?"

Seula considered Azalea's words. Lady Luci was here anonymously, which meant she may be the only citizen in all of Merport to know about her secret.

Seeing her give pause, Azalea encouraged, "Shall we?"

“Shall we what? What are you doing? Why are you removing your clothes?!?" ​She whispered loudly, becoming flustered.

"So they don't get dirty during the sexy fun time."

"Eh?” Seula put her hands to her burning cheeks. ”I don't know if I'm ready for that!"

"Of course, you are. Your stuttering is gone, which, I’ve noticed, mostly disappears when you're excited about your lady crush."

"It is? I do?!”

Azalea removed her last stocking and floated naked before the red-faced selkie.

As well-padded as the northern fairies were with their strategically placed pudginess to offset the cold, Azalea's distended belly added to her already curvy roundness, pushing her breasts up, making them appear fuller.

"Can you put my clothes in your pocket, Life-mate? Thank you. And now our cute seal girl, what would you like to do?”

“Uh, what exactly do you mean by…fun…time?”

“Good question! It's a surprise, so in the meantime, shall we get you out of, well… you aren’t really wearing anything except those mittens tied around your neck. Why do you have them anyway? You don't seem bothered at all by the cold."

“Um, sentimental, I guess, and, isn't it embarrassing when your nipples get hard in the cold and stick out?”

"That's a good reason."

Seeing the hopeful and expectant fairy watching her, Seula shyly removed them. She didn’t like the idea of disappointing her new friend, especially after how much effort she was going to put in to help her, and even if it meant doing whatever was going to happen in a few minutes. 

“There they are! Perfectly-shaped boobies with very suckable-looking pink nipples!”

“Are they?”

“They are! Isn’t that right, Life-mate?”

“They are as adorable as she is.”

Seula covered her face and looked away, unsure how to take the compliment.

“Alright, Life-mate, you first, to get things started.” Azalea flew up and pulled at the cords that tied Devin's waistband and tugged them down.

Azalea sighed. "There's my favorite cock." Azalea nuzzled the organ lovingly. "But you're still soft, and it's rude to keep a lady waiting, especially one of such prestige! Looks like it's up to me!"

"I figured you'd say that, so I'll leave it in your capable hands," Devin retorted with a smirk.

"Maybe I won't be only using my hands." She giggled. Tugging his foreskin back, she paused. She was not normally at a loss for ideas, but her belly was limiting her options.

"Can you hold yourself upright, Life-mate?"

Devin grabbed his limp member in his fist and pointed himself toward the ceiling.

Landing on his wrist, she stepped over, placing one foot on the side of his pointer finger and the other on his thumb. Giving him a mischievous smile, she held her swollen belly and lowered herself over his manhood. Slit to slit, she swayed her body, provocatively rolling her hips, mashing their most intimate of intimates together.

With all the erect males Seula saw at the cannery yesterday, one more cock shouldn't have been any more shocking, but the difference here was that it was from a person she knew, and it was closer than from where she'd been on the walkways.

Certainly unintended by the builders of the Kelp's Hole, the cramped quarters ensured the selkie was close enough for the best viewing of her first human penis growing to full erection. She was transfixed by the strange sight and didn’t even register Devin catching her staring while slowly opening his hand to give her a better view, while still maintaining a platform for Azalea.

Azalea's lewd 'kissing' had progressed to making precum bubble up, turning their unchaste smooching into a sloppy make-out session.

​"How's it do that?" Seula asked.

Azalea's lower mouth, salivating hungrily as she ground on Devin's glans. "Hmm?. How's what do what, Seula?"

"Get hard like that?"

“I don’t know the specifics, but it fills with blood. Isn’t it amazing how it can start small and get so big!"

--

'Whoever's in there sure is taking a long time. Maybe it's their first time, and they need a little hint of encouragement.’ Luci opened her mouth wide in front of the gloryhole. 'No need to be shy, just put your manhood right here, good sir.'

--

"All ready, Life-mate, and it seems you're not the only one!. Look at that invitation. She's drooling and even stuck out her tongue.” Dragging Devin by his penis, she spun him around and pulled him toward the panting mouth. "In you go!"

---

'Oh! A human. How delightful!' Humans were Luci's favorite. They didn't give her a sore throat as much as the more texturally challenging sahagin cocks.

—

As Devin threaded himself through the hole, expecting a wet mouth, Luci instead backed up just enough for him to still feel her breath but not go in, sending the tantalizing message, 'I know you want it, but not quite yet.'

Before learning the basics from her now-absent kelpgirl partner, Alara, Luci’s earliest patrons received a generic, cookie-cutter experience. It was good enough for a first timer, but since then, she had gradually provided a personalized, unique experience all her own.

From what she had gleaned, most of the kelpgirls were ravenous and borderline aggressive, so to stand out, she’d do the opposite. Luci acted out an indifferent, sometimes haughty attitude; something she was already proficient at and exhibited in public.

It’d taken many weeks to find the right balance, but once she did, her regulars couldn’t seem to get or give enough.

Since no talking was expected, and she didn’t want to give herself away, she often played up a running dialogue in her mind to put herself in the mood. Her favorite and most thrilling fantasy, being caught but accepted for the slutty noblewoman she’d become, never failed to set the mood.

The needy member before her jerked, begging for attention.

'Such a gentleman, standing erect and proper in the presence of a lady. You wouldn’t believe how many poor-mannered men come to me, their manhood slouching and disheveled. Though, aren't you being a little caddish presuming that I should acquiesce to such an aggressive request as you've presented to me? That I, a proud noble, should demean myself for this?' Luci slid a finger, slick with her own juices, up the length of Devin's cock, flicking it sharply upward, almost disdainfully,  as if to say, ‘she wasn’t entirely impressed.’

​A drop of pre-cum rolled down the throbbing shaft.

Luci let out an exaggerated sigh, 'Very well. What am I to do with such an urgent and pitiful request? Your plight has awoken my sympathies. I bequeath you the privilege of using my mouth.'

---

The coldness of Luci's mouth was a brief shock, compared to the warm one he was expecting. Thankfully, she wasn’t as tight nor as intense a sensation as the kelpgirl Meri had been. Devin wasn't quite ready for another one of those.

If anyone had told him before tonight that he'd be doing such things as this with someone far elevated above a simple merchant like himself, he'd have said he couldn’t imagine it, nor would it have entered his mind… but here he was.

The way she was going about it strongly conveyed the rift between their social standing. The timing brought on by her coyness and the seemingly flippant way she was going about the blowjob made him feel as if he was under the scrutinizing eye of a pompous aristocratic lady, as if she was leading him on. It slightly frustrated him, but at the same time, left him wanting more.

Closing his eyes, he followed her actions by feeling. A test nibble here, a single lap from her tongue there. She slid her lips up and down his shaft, occasionally spitting on the pre-fairy-flavored cock.

---

Seula wasn't the jealous type, but at this moment, she was having a strong bout of penis envy. She wanted to be the one Lady Luci was sucking off. If only she could have those full lips wrapped around her, making obscenely unladylike noises while she slurped and sucked her fullness.

She mentally slapped herself. 'Such arrogance, Seula! Even if you possessed such a thing, YOU should be the one giving her ladyship pleasure, not receiving it.'

“Now it's your turn, Seula.”

“My turn?”

Azalea dropped down to about human knee height, directing Seula’s attention to a wooden cover. “I noticed it when I peeked in earlier.” Rotating the cover revealed a concave, wider, and more oval hole than the one above.

“A female glory hole!” Azalea declared. "But, one with a twist. You’d think it would and should be indented away from you, right? Not this one. It appears to be meant for the kelpgirl’s pleasure. Or, in this case…”

A flicker of lamp light briefly illuminated the darkened recess. Dripping just beyond was something resembling a splayed mussel.

Seula frowned, trying to figure out what she was looking at. Looking up at Devin, lightly humping the wall, 'If Lady Luci’s head is up there, then that means this is…!' 

Her heart began to race. The phrase “shame of a Tritonian woman” flashed through her mind. During her collecting forays in the market for every kind of paraphernalia she could find relating to Lady Luci, some of the more… indecent merchandise she had stumbled upon used that term a few times, but she hadn't known what it referred to until now.

“Is that Lady Luci’s pussy?!” 

The selkie had never seen such a blatantly loud display of aroused womanhood. It was as flashy and brightly colored as the rest of her, drenched like a soaked mitten of incredible gushy softness. A lurid rivulet flowed from the bottom over which a budded clit proudly protruded.

Far from repulsed at the rebellious display of dubiously beautiful anatomy her ladyship had been born with, Seula wanted nothing more than to reach through and… 'No. What are you thinking, you salt-brained seal!?’ She mentally chastised herself. ‘That is unquestionably, most assuredly, and definitely off limits. Isn't it?'

She bit her lip. She was so close. Could she? Should she?  What if… what if Lady Luci wanted it? She was almost pressed up against the hole. With how much was leaking out… she was most certainly aroused.

Her eyes were riveted at the gaping, drippy orifice clearly outlined by a blue edge as dark as the sea at night. That edge was framed within a border of gold as yellow as the beacon atop her lighthouse that drew in weary sailors. Only this beacon was meant to guide in cocks. She didn't have one of those, but she did have fingers, and this might be her only chance to touch her obsession. She'd regret it if she didn't.

‘Just a quick feel.’ Readying herself to pull back at even the slightest recoil, the longing selkie reached out with trembling fingers. 'Remember, Seula, this is the gateway for future heirs of the kingdom. It must be treated with the utmost respect and adoration.'

Lightly brushing against the aristocratic lady's nethers was rewarded with a twitch of surprise, and an immediate pull back from Seula's hand. ‘I knew she wouldn't like that! Seula, you stupid girl, why did you even think…'

Seula’s self-derision came to an abrupt stop when, to her shock and utter delight, Luci scooted forward and pushed herself against the hole.

Emboldened, the ecstatic selkie dove in to explore where maybe no other person had before! Pressing into the squishy folds, she watched a copious amount of juice ooze down her hand, further inspiring her to probe through the many tucks and creases.

'No, this was wrong. Seula, you clown! You're not pawing at some exotic fruit at the market. You shouldn't be putting your grubby mitts on her at all. You should be using your tongue! Yet, even that is probably more than you deserve!'

​Leaning forward as if prostrating herself, Seula decisively licked a trail of slime from the bottom of the most noble of pussies all the way to the top, where she paused to kiss the throbbing clit. The heady juices strongly tasted of cold, spiced cinnamon and had the thickness of salted, caramelized sugar. 'Exquisite!'

With her inner monologue firmly taking the reins, the selkie shoved her tongue deeper inside and greedily lapped at the endless torrent, losing herself in her fantasy come true.

—

The unexpected contact with her most private of places was certainly a surprise. With a vulva like hers, Luci was mystified why whoever it was wasn’t revolted. The fingers had started out as more exploratory than pleasure-seeking. 'Curiosity is better than disgust, I suppose.' But now they were actually using their tongue, and aggressively at that!

It wasn’t hard to hold back her voice at first, but the greedy onslaught had her fighting a continuous urge to moan. However, she still believed in a certain level of decorum. ‘Get it together, Luci! Just because you're volunteering to do things far below your station doesn’t mean you have to act in such a way as well.’ 

—

Seula was thoroughly committed to spending as long as possible with her face buried in her ladyship's pussy, stamping the smell and taste into her mind. That desire was short-lived, though, when something poked her in the shoulder.

Leaning back to see what it was, she witnessed a strange tentacle of purest gold, with a hint of sky blue, and resembling jellified glass extending out from under Lady Luci’s mantle and into the room.

"What is that?” exclaimed Azalea, seeing it at the same time. “It vaguely resembles a penis."

"It is.” Was all Seula returned, as if she herself couldn’t believe it.

"Oh. Wait, she has one of those?!?"

Seula whispered, "Lance."

"Huh?"

"Both."

"Hmm? Oh yeah! You mentioned something about a joust when we were looking at the picture at your lighthouse. So her penis is called a lance?  I was imagining an actual weapon."

The selkie stared dumbfounded, thinking about the implications of revealing such a thing. Of all the enigmas she knew about Tritonians, this was the most mysterious. Cock. Her ladyship's cock, the thing used to establish social dominance amongst their family, was waving in front of her like a worm on a fishing line. 

The bait was set, and she was the fish. ‘Does this mean she wants me to…’ Her eyes met Azalea’s. The fairy gave no indication of whether she should or should not, merely waiting to see what she was going to do. The lance extended further into the room. 

She would! Nay, she must! This was a penis like no other, belonging to a person remarkable to her like no other! If the princess was showing her the most secretive of secret parts of herself, there were sure to be expectations to go with it, and she would meet them!

Where and how to start? Eating pussy was a subservient act she was fine with, but this… this was altogether, in simple terms, something she had no experience in pleasuring.

"How… where do I begin?" she begged quietly.

Azalea scratched her chin. "Never seen a penis like that, and I’ve seen a lot. I… I'm actually stumped on this one, but from my experience, making love to a penis is the same as getting to know someone. Start slow, see how it responds to different things.

“And I have yet to meet a cock that didn't enjoy being licked and sucked. The more erect, er, distended, in this case, it gets, is most likely a sign you're doing something right, and if all else fails, explore and learn!"

Urged on by the adventurous fairy, Seula cupped the tip in her hands as if she were holding the chin of her dear lady. Puckering her lips, she tilted her head, leaned in, and planted a timid kiss right in the center, leaving a most unchaste and sticky strand connecting them. Then she did it again, and again, each time letting her lips linger a little longer. 

With each kiss, the amorphous head bulged outward, elongating, forming into something resembling a crude club, a paddle, or an aquatic flower, each shape seeking more of those gentle lips.

Azalea was beyond fascinated by what must be the most exotic penis ever. It was unlike anything she'd ever seen, heard of, or even imagined, and she could imagine a lot.

It was definitely not as monstrous as the orcarii phallus from yesterday, yet it was longer and girthier (at the tip) than a delphin or merman, and certainly bigger than her lifemate’s, though not as symmetrical or handsome in her most biased opinion.

She would, though, have liked nothing more than to experience it alongside her oceanic friend, but this was Seula's special moment, and she'd stay at a respectful distance and remain on standby to render assistance if needed.

As more was divulged through the hole, it began to bow under its own weight. Sliding her hands under it for support, Seula was concerned her rough palms might hurt such a delicate thing. Its texture reminded her of a sea anemone tentacle; overwhelmingly spongy, but heavier and covered in a sticky mucous.

Merely kissing and holding it wasn't going to be enough for either of them. Cocks craved holes, and she had one ready for it.

---

Luci felt like a fountain down there. It wasn't her first time having someone lick her. She and her sisters used to do it on occasion, experimentally, but that had been a long time ago. There was certainly a difference between someone she knew and a perfect stranger going at it fervently.

She’d also never been so aroused as for her lance to involuntarily unsheathe itself. She hadn't even been aware of it until she felt it bump against whoever was on the other side. In a brief moment of panic at the serious breach of not just etiquette but the code of conduct of never showing her lance to anyone, Luci was about to yank it back inside her body, but the strange familiarity of the hands that cradled it gave her pause.

There was a low risk that her unique anatomy might expose who she was. As one of the better-kept secrets of her kind, there was virtually no one who knew what a tritonian lance looked like. At least she hoped! 

The warmth of the stranger’s hands and their hot breath was egging her on, making her want more.

Torn between stopping this before it went any further and wanting something more to happen, she gasped, 'Did, did they just kiss me… there?!? T...that's definitely a line t…too… f…far…’

The kisses continued. Each momentary contact with those soft lips melted, little by little, any resisting resolve. 'Surely this isn't leading to...' She groaned around the human cock, partially stuffed down her throat, as a hot little mouth closed around the tip of her lance, making her buck into the wall and making her forget entirely about her gloryhole duties.

---

Seula wasn’t quite prepared as Luci's lance ballooned outward, filling her cheeks. She probed the amorphous organ with her tongue. That action made it probe her mouth in return as they tentatively made each other's acquaintance.

For a while, there was only the sucks, glucks, and throaty-voiced pleasure from the orally focused selkie, accompanied by the tiny schlicks of a fairy satisfied with the results of the evening.

Azalea reclined midair as she idly played with herself. She wasn’t trying to cum; she could do that later. This was Seula's moment, and she didn’t want to miss a thing. She glanced over her shoulder at Devin, who was also watching, since Luci had taken a break with his member to experience more immediate matters. 

The selkie's closed eyes and serene expression made it plain how much she was enjoying the experience of servicing her infatuation. Eventually, though, her jaw needed a rest. Pulling out the glistening appendage, she watched it contract a little at the sudden exposure to the cool air. 

She had a thought... perhaps a dangerous one she shouldn't be having. There were things she wanted to do, but the price was too high. It might even be considered treasonous, for all she knew. 'But maybe, maybe just a little outside rubbing wouldn't hurt.'

As she looked up at Azalea, the fairy smiled and waved, nonverbally saying, 'I'm here, enjoying watching you be happy.' Seula smiled shyly. What she wanted to do required a change of position.

"Sorry! Mr. I… need to turn around."

Devin lifted his foot, trying to give her room to do whatever she was trying to do as she shifted, twisted around, and rolled onto her back so she was looking up at him. 

Tucking in her tail as much as possible, she lay it vertically against the wall.

Thinking blowjobs were going to be the extent of tonight's activities, Azalea was taken aback by Seula's change of position. 'By the way, she’s bending her body, her pussy will be closer to that thing! Is she wanting to do what I think she’s going to do!?’ 

Righting herself, eager to see if Seula was going to go all the way, Azalea held her breath and watched as Seula raised her hips and laid Luci's lance atop her sopping slit and sponge her genitals with the pliable cock, misunderstanding her mewlings as frustration at trying to put it in.

One of Azalea's earliest learned life lessons was that no matter how in the moment she was, she needed to be mindful of the repercussions of her, or in this case, Seula’s actions. Even though the selkie was a grown woman, the fairy still felt responsible for anything that might happen tonight, especially if Seula was so awash in the moment that she might have forgotten any and all possible consequences.

However, with the possibility that this very special moment might be the only opportunity Seula would have to do this, Azalea felt determined to do her best to make it happen in such a way that the selkie could have her pie and get it creamed too. Thinking hard about how to prevent unwanted complications, was there anything in her lifemate's pockets that might help, or maybe her bag, or perhaps inside… her?

Azalea looked down at her own belly. A perfect solution, one that never loses a drop! A complicated, high-risk, and high-reward idea took shape in the enabling fairy's head.

She couldn't think of any alternative options, but if this worked, it'd solve a bunch of problems, including her own.

Yet there would be a few complications, the key one being how to get Oozi out of her quickly. The other was, even if she somehow did manage to get it out, would Seula agree, and most importantly, what if Oozi didn't want to come out of the new host?

'This plan might be too crazy, but let's see if Seula is open to the idea first.' Fluttering close to Seula's ear, she whispered, "If that's what you really, really want, I might have a way to make it possible without you becoming a mom."

Seula's eyes widened, and she felt herself flush at the suggestion. That was the thing she wanted to avoid. She looked up at her fairy tempter. If there was a way, she ached for it. With some trepidation, she asked, "H...how?"

"I'll tell you after, if I can overcome a slight hang-up first. One moment."

'Ok, Azalea, think. You sometimes do your best work under limited time and pressure, so maybe that'll apply to solving this puzzle.'

During her trip into town with her lifemates, she'd done her best to be present but also kept up a running emotional 'conversation' with Oozi. As far as she could tell, there didn't seem to be much evidence that it was doing anything.

'Emotions don't just occur from nothing. Something has to trigger them, so maybe I need to associate them with something tangible Oozi can relate them to, but how to go about that?’ Azalea folded her arms and thought. Oozi was motivated by food, but what was more tasty than her? The fairy looked over at Devin’s balls.

“Excuse me, Life-mate, I need to borrow these a moment.” 

Flying up to her prized treat producers, she hefted the heavy orbs, trying to gauge if one was fuller than the other. Hopefully, the little bit of precum she managed to sneak earlier, when she was getting him hard, had given her enough affinity to do this. 

Closing her eyes, she put her fingers together into a spade shape and placed them against Devin’s left ball. What she had learned at the start of their little side trip to Muddy Springs, sharing her combined halation and deep-focus crest with someone else, could hopefully work with Oozi, just like she’d done with Jeni.

She wasn't sure how mental images would be perceived on a creature that didn't seem to have eyes or a brain, but Oozi was alive somehow, so it was worth a shot.

A light flashed behind her eyelids. “Alright, Oozi, see that? I don't know if you've ever had cum before, but it's deliciously creamy. You can have a lot of it if you're willing to come out for a little while. You might even like it more than my juices!”

She impressed happy feelings toward the little liquidy life inside her and felt it stir. It might be a little mean, but Azalea was planning a little bait and switch with the reward since it wasn’t her lifemate’s cum Oozi was going to be eating.

Seula didn’t know what her fairy friend was doing to her human, or how it would let her become one with Lady Luci, but she was intrigued. This was the first time she’d really looked at that part of a human male before. The milt-making organs were all internal in pelagians, and maybe for good reason. If they were the same as humans, they would be too small and delicate to be hanging so vulnerably out in the open.

Azalea finished whatever she was doing, flew down to Seula, and placed her hands on Seula's belly where the deepest part of her vagina would be. “Alright, Oozi, you should recognize this. It's not mine, but you'll have much more room to stretch out in there.”

Azalea was trying her best to spark positive emotions and appeal to Oozi’s curiosity and hunger, hoping it could, in some form or fashion, see what she was showing. 

No longer able to maintain the connection, her eyes went back to normal. 

"Are you ok?" Asked Seula.

"Ya, that took the last of my affinity for the day, and it gives me a headache if I do it too long. Hopefully, that worked."

A few seconds passed with nothing happening. Just when she thought maybe the idea was a bust, Azalea suddenly clutched her belly as the oozling came alive. 

"Oof, what are you doing in… gah!"

Azalea dropped to her knees as the weight inside her shifted, causing a sudden urge to push. Bearing down, she sucked in her breath as a strong pressure pushed through her cervix.

"I think… it worked!" Azalea groaned.

"What did? I still don’t know what's happening!" Seula's eyes widened. From her fairy friend's pussy, a liquid, denser and far stickier than anything a body could produce, flowed out and congealed between her feet. Remembering what Azalea had told her that morning about what was inside her, she stared at the strange event with unsettled fascination.

Azalea’s need to push faded as the bulk of Oozi’s body surged through her tiny cervix, unaccustomed to such energetic guests. Painless, it nonetheless felt weird, and she wasn’t sure if she’d call it pleasurable or not. 

Rolling onto her side, a wave of empty loneliness ran through her as Oozi finished exiting her body. The almost constant mental connection with her little friend she’d grown used to was gone.

"I feel so light now, and my tummy is flat again! And best of all, it's out! I missed hugging you, Oozi!" She scooped up the schlicum and gave the soggier-than-usual puddle several seconds of affection.

"That was certainly an experience! How was it for you, Ooz...i..., what happened to you?!?"

Aside from a mild increase in volume, the previously almost clear water droplet was now light pink. 

"Well, you're a prettier color now, but why? Whatever. We'll worry about that later. I have to make good on several promises."

"Seula, meet Oozi, the solution to having a fun time!"

"H...hello, Oozi." The selkie held out a finger for the schlicum to inspect. "So you want me to put Lady Luci and that… thing inside me?"

"I want you to do what you want to do, so if you want to enjoy your noble lady to the fullest, Oozi will be your little cum guardian. There is a risk, though, that it might try to go inside you as it did to me, but if it likes your fancy ladies' cum, hopefully, she can do that, and if you pull it out soon enough, it might not."

Seula looked skeptically between the deflated fairy and the liquid creature tugging on her finger. What a terrifying temptation this fairy was offering. She wasn't repulsed by the idea, or Oozi, since the ocean was full of slimy things, but she didn't usually put them inside her body. It was probably safe since she just watched it climb out of Azalea, and given that she was much larger than a fairy, she'd probably barely even feel it.  

Prudence said this was too risky, but overwhelming horniness and trust in Azalea fueled a reckless high at the thought of doing something beyond anything she would have dared fantasize.

"I'll do it."

"You heard her, Oozi! Ok, maybe you didn’t, but let's help her make a memory! Just stretch yourself over the tip of this incredible-looking penis and do what you do best!"

She dribbled the schlicum onto Luci’s penile weapon slowly so it had time to coalesce and flatten its body over the many ruffled grooves and uneven folds. While Oozi formed itself into a liquid sock over Luci’s tip, Azalea leisurely flitted over to Seula’s arousal-smeared pussy and used her feet to spread the slippery lips. Then she grabbed the head of Luci's lance and guided it to Seula's entrance.

As a cold-blood, Luci's body was at best room temperature, making any source of warmth irresistible. Thrusting toward the source, she burrowed into the heated hole, thinking it was the stranger's mouth again. 

Oozi’s nerve-confusing, sensation-reducing slime, along with an almost desperate horniness, brushed away any suspicion about what she was penetrating, which was a lot more roomier than before.

"That's quite the outline," crooned Azalea, standing on the bulge pushing her up and down, as it flailed around Seula's love canal like a sea lamia trying to stuff itself in a sea cave.

Still unsatisfied, Seula gasped as Luci’s lance roiled and penetrated deeper and deeper, stretching its narrow confines to fit as much of itself beyond anything the selkie had ever experienced. Technically a virgin, it was her first time being penetrated by something other than her fingers or a toy, and it was rougher than she had imagined, but that didn’t matter. Lady Luci could be as rough with her as she wanted.

—

Luci was completely lost in her own haze. Drunk on pleasure, she’d stopped giving Devin a blowjob long ago, but still held him in her mouth to keep from crying out like the wanton sea slug she was. ‘Just… a… little… more...’ 

—

“I’m going to cum, Azalea, but I don’t want to before Lady Luci does,” whimpered Seula.

“Is she close?”

“I don’t know.”

“Life-mate, did you cum? What's going on on your end?”

“She’s just holding me in her mouth.”

“Must be too distracted. She’s probably close.”

Azalea had an idea, but she felt a little faint. It’d been a while since they’d eaten actual food, and she needed a little pick-me-up to do what she wanted to do. “Did you want to cum in her mouth, Life-mate, or can I finish you off?”

“You always get priority, my loveable fairy!”

”Mmmm, thank you!”

Devin slipped out of Luci’s mouth without protest and turned himself toward his hungry fairy to have her take over. She, instead, flew up and whispered something into his ear. “Sure, I’m fine with it, if she wants to.”

Sliding down his arm, Azalea dropped to his balls and hugged them, lightly tugging and kissing them, waiting for him to release. “Seula, grab Life-mate’s cock?”

“What? Why?”

“Life-mate is going to cum on your chest,” the fae explained.

“Wha..Why?”

“I’m hungry and thought you might like a taste. Is that ok? He has plenty to share!”

“I’ve never done something like that before.”

“It's easy. Move your hand up and down, quickly like.” She gestured with her fist.

“O..ok…” Seula tightened her grip on her second cock of the night, (or ever) and began to pump it. Firm and hot, unlike Luci’s, she was wondering if she was doing it right, when the answer came literally and sooner than expected. 

Blinking in surprise, she held the pulsing organ as four wet spurts splattered on her breasts.

Azalea, letting go of Devin’s sack and dove toward Seula. “Quickly, before it gets cold!” 

“Huh?”

“Taste it! It’s best warm," Azalea encouraged, getting on her hands and knees to slurp up the creamy seed between the selkie’s cleavage.

Seula dabbed at the pearlescent white stuff and sniffed it. Seeing how eagerly her fairy friend was lapping and savoring every drop, she stuck her finger in her mouth. 'So this is what a human milt tastes like.'

“It’s almost sweet, but how is this…” 

She sharply inhaled when Azalea concluded her cleanup by firmly latching onto her nipple.

 "Azalea… if you do that, I'm going t...to..."

Pulling off with a pop, “Good! I’m hoping it’ll make you clench around Luci and make her cum, too.”

—

Finding itself in a familiar space but an unfamiliar situation, Oozi was unaffected by the aggressive pounding. It was used to being jostled around by Azalea’s fingers, but the force of a penile ejaculation was new, almost dislodging the schlicum’s grip. Recoiling from the abrupt shock and taste of a new food, Oozi squeezed and rippled its body, following its instincts to stimulate more release of the feast in which it found itself marinating.

Pushing back against Seula's cervix to better cushion against the release of the next one, Oozi sealed itself tightly around the throbbing tip and suctioned up the preceding loads, its body ballooning, making the already tight space even more so.

​—

Luci had never come this hard before. Her forehead was pressed into the wood as she ground against the wall. Whoever was sucking her off was not going to be denied anything; every pent-up drop she tried to withhold was forfeit.

—

Devin, tired of standing, lifted the completely worn-out selkie, slid under her, and rested her head on his lap.

“T…thank y…you.”

“Enjoy yourself?”

“M…more than y…you know.”

“Glad to hear it.”

Azalea carefully helped Luci withdraw her lance from Seula’s ravished hole. “I wonder how Oozi fared. Don’t see any cum yet, so I think our little oozling fulfilled its mission, but where is… ah! There you… are…!” 

As the last of Luci pulled free, so, too, did the stretched-out schlicum. Like an overly inflated water skin, the oozling had ballooned to nearly three times its normal size, shadowing even Azalea. Bloated and without the support of Seula’s vaginal walls, it was no longer able to maintain its grip on the tip of Luci’s rapidly retreating lance and fell. 

“I got you!” She shouted while diving under the oozling. "Littlehelph lifephmay."

With only her feet and hands showing, Devin lifted the engorged schlicum off his smothered fairy. Desperately trying to hold onto its liquid treasure, its strangely pinkish hue was now nearly solid white as it happily wobbled in Devin's hand.

"Thank you. Goodness, Oozi, you swallowed it all, just like I knew you would! It'll probably be a few hours before Oozi can absorb all that, so maybe…” Azalea wiped the drool from her mouth. “I should help out.”

Scrambling to her feet, she pulled Devin’s hands to her level and jabbed a finger into the schlicum side. Quickly closing her lips over the breach, she kept her tongue in the gap, guzzling down the fresh Tritonian seed.

Devin brushed Seula’s sweaty bangs from her eyes. “You look like the happiest selkie in the world."

Too tired to be embarrassed at Devin’s closeness, she sighed, “Do I?” She put her hands to her face and felt her smile stretching from ear to ear. “I guess because of you two! Thank you."

"It was mostly Azalea, but I’m glad we could help you. Shall we get dressed and intercept your lady friend before she can get away from Reina?"

Seula's eyes widened. "But… but I couldn't, not after..."

With Oozi deflated by about half, Azalea put a finger to the stammering selkie's lips, gulped down one more large mouthful, and let go, watching the puncture seal back up. "This was all to get you two to form a special connection no one else would have."

"As far as you know."

"Well, yes. Life-mate. But now they at least have a shared experience.“ Turning to Seula, “You want to be friends with her, right?"

Seula nodded.

"Ok, then. Let's go see if she wants to as well!"

The fairy, selkie, and human all got dressed and left the small room, taking a moment to bid Meri farewell and expounding on what a good time they had. Then they hurried away, outside, to the rear of the building.

They thought they had plenty of time before Luci left the premises, but they were wrong. Fortunately, Reina had shown herself and was engaging the duke's daughter in conversation.

"Herd-mate, Azalea, Seula! Welcome back! I was just telling her ladyship about who we were and where we were from, and that we would keep her… relaxation time a secret.”

Devin made an apologetic gesture. "Sorry to surprise you like that."

"What do you mean?" Luci asked, stunned.

"That last group of people you serviced was us," revealed Azalea.

Luci looked at Devin's crotch, puzzled. "Then where did I stick my..."

Seula spoke up while partly cowering. "I...inside me."

Devin stepped out of the way and let Seula roll forward. Luci’s eyes dropped to the selkie's still-wet slit. Her blood ran cold, and it seemed as if time slowed.

Azalea quickly interpreted the look and replied. "Don't worry about what you're worrying about; we made sure that wouldn't happen. Show her, Life-mate."

Devin proffered the swollen schlicum. Azalea landed next to it and patted the wobbly ball. "We have a little friend here who made sure such a thing wouldn't happen."

Luci knitted her brow, baffled. “So… this strange creature is full of… my seed?”

“Yep. Every tasty drop.” Azalea licked her lips.

“Oh.” She breathed a sigh of relief. "Then it seems I owe you a great debt.”

“Not at all, your ladyship! It was all my fault for even daring to do something so risky and improper… and without permission! I… because it's you, I couldn’t resist!”

“What Seula means is, she really likes you and wanted to get to know you so badly  because she wants to be your friend.”

Seula bowed her head on the verge of tears, thinking there’d be no way that was going to happen now. What she'd done was unforgivable.

Or so she thought. Luci quickly took the selkie in her arms. "We both were neglectful in deference toward one another tonight, but nothing bad came of it. Quite the contrary. I’ve been wanting to see you since this afternoon."

"You… you have?!"

“You have also been on my mind a lot lately, and I, too, have been desiring a friendship with you.”

“You hear that, Suela!? You did it! Your feelings reached her! I knew you could do it!” Azalea danced and darted in the air around her friend. 

It hadn’t fully sunk in yet for Seula, but as she leaned more into Luci’s hug, she’d have ample time to appreciate it.

—

"I'm going to miss you so much, Seula!" Azalea latched onto the selkie's neck and hugged her for all she was worth.

"As will Herd-mate and I. It was a delight getting to know you. Thank you for making our stay so enjoyable." Reina gathered the selkie, lifting her completely off the ground as she embraced her.

Sandwiched between the fae and whitehorn, "I really didn't do much. I should be the one thanking you!"

Reina put her back down. “Don’t be modest!  You have been a wonderful host and friend for us.”

“Take care of yourself." Devin didn't put her through the embarrassment of picking her up again and instead knelt down and shook her hand.

“I will, sir.”

Azalea flew to her perch on Devin’s shoulder. "And I’ll be sure to write when we get back to Iceford!”

"I'll write to you, too!" 

"I look forward to it! You'll have to tell me all about how you and Luci's friendship blossoms! I want every detail."

"I'm sure I'll have much to say. I'll be seeing her almost every day at the Kelp's Hole."

"Are you joining her?"

"No, no, no, nothing like that! It'll be after she's done for the night. We'll have something to eat and spend time talking before she goes home. She also asked if I wanted to be one of her Ladies in Waiting.”

Azalea grinned. "That's wonderful! You're going to say yes, of course, right?"

"I want to, but I don't know what they do."

"Typically, in the quiet moments a high lady has time to herself, she'll enjoy the company of her attendants, sewing with them, playing simple games, and just talking," informed Reina.

"That sounds fun." Seula sniffled and wiped her eyes. "I can never thank you enough for what you've done."

"Aww, of course! Seeing friends happy is one of our favorite things!"

Devin handed her a handkerchief.

"Thank you."

"Oh, almost forgot! I drew you something. Several things, actually. When we went shopping, I bought some full-size paper. I've never drawn anything that big before, and I'm satisfied with how it turned out. If you would, please, Life-mate!"

Devin produced three portrait sketches.

"This one is all of us with Life-mate holding you in that cute way he did when you rode the sleigh with us, so you can remember what we look like."

"I could never forget that. I'll treasure it always, but did you have to draw my… down there? With so much detail?"

"Of course! Aside from the face, that's the second most important part," Azalea giggled. "I'm just joking. It's actually the most important part."

This time, Devin laughed. "It's one of Azalea's hobbies."

"Drawing those types of things?"

"Wanna see?" Azalea pulled out her anatomical sketchbook. "I have sketches from almost everyone I've ever met, or who I thought looked interesting."

Seula's cheeks turned red as Azalea flipped through her outrageously detailed drawings of male and female demi-human and human genitalia, both in unaroused and aroused states.

"I...I had no idea there were so many different kinds."

"Right?!? Isn't it fascinating how everyone is unique in their own special way?

 And here are you and Luci on the latest page."

"You picked my first time being p...penetrated?"

"Of course! Luci's, or rather the Tritonian, penis is definitely at the top of the most unique I've ever seen, and the face you were making when she was fully buried in you… look how happy you were!"

"Don't forget the last two pictures, Azalea," Devin encouraged.

"Yes, yes! Here they are. For you, this one is when you kissed Luci's hand, and for her, I drew you two side by side. As a special addition, I added this."

To Seula's astonishment, Azalea tilted the image back and forth, causing it to shift. The picture seemed to move, as if she were actually leaning forward to kiss Lady Luci's hand.

"H...how…?"

Azalea winked and put a finger to her lips, "Artist's secret."

Seula was trying to hold back tears. "I'll give it to Lady Luci tonight, and I’ll put mine in my hobby room. " 

"Ready, you two?" Devin broke in.

"I am, Herd-mate."

"Me too, Life-mate. Till we meet again, Seula. I love you lots!"

"I love you all, too, my friends."

"Give our regards to Lady Luci," Azalea requested.

"I will!"

With a jolt and the sound of metal crunching ice, Reina swung them around and turned toward home.