A very tentacled Mermaid (Patreon)

...The cute little witch looks over her shoulder back at the prince and his enormous shaft towering over her, waving her cute little bum for him despite the obvious worry on her face. Grabbing the soft cheeks and pulling them apart, he saws his giant cock back and forth between them as the young witch mewls.

"D-don't worry too much about hurting me mister, I know some spells on how to fit big things in small spaces~"

The prince grins at the obvious invite, and pulls his hips back, his massive shlong dragging over her back, leaving a trail of pre behind on her thin frame. Having to pull a full two feet back, he extends his arm out to the tip to align it with the small woman's gushing wet little slit, as she excitedly mumbles some indistinct words, no doubt the spell she just mentioned, and pressing his cockhead against her tender sex, he pushes forward.

Besides the pair sit Sophia and Bernadette, each surrounded by their own group of hopeful future partners as the remaining female witches that haven't partnered up already surround our prince, pressing their impressive, creamy chests against him from all sides while he sinks away in the next hot, wet little hole, each pair larger than the next. No crowd however is as big as the one surrounding Casandra, who's holding her immense tits up for a semi-circle of cocks surrounding her to beat off on them, the occasional spurt of seed landing over them as she chuckles and giggles each time one of her male colleagues goes over the edge and adds to the mess, other eager future suitors poking her in the cheeks with their erect rods.

"How about some engorgement charms boys~ These gals are used to things a bit bigger than normal~"

Casandra opts with a wink, before turning her head and taking the tip of one lucky wizard into her mouth, slurping away on it as the men excitedly nod and begin casting their spells. And the ring of fat throbbing cocks around her grows as shafts extend, engorged glanses poking her in the face as her jaw gets forced open wider with the growing member in her mouth.

Bernadette, now on her side with one leg raised, an excited mage thrusting into her backside from behind while another humps away at her hot box while hugging her shapely leg, lets out an excited squeal when a freshly grown mega-cock swings down in her field of view, and she looks up at its owner with an excited, toothy grin before eagerly gobbling it up, her great big tits swinging along as she begins to bob her head along its imposing length while the owner starts to thrust, groaning down at the ever-eager blonde.

Sophia besides her with a total of three horny lads all trying to help themselves to her massive weighty breasts is laying a bit awkwardly on her back, as they've come up with an inventive way to share just two massive breasts among three penises. One is squatting over her face, shoving his erect member in between her soft cushiony tits from above, his balls dragging over her face as he thrusts and moans, while on either side the two left have laid their cocks out over her torso just under her bust, letting the weight of her juicy udders hang the round globes over them, so each gets their own private fleshy tunnel to thrust in between. Sophia would complain about a man's behind so close to her face, but her attention is drawn away from it with the approach of a fourth massive dong from above. So craning her head back, she accepts the beefy rod upside-down, letting her tongue swirl around the tip like she knows all men love while he too begins to pump his hips.

Sucking on a pair of fat hangers from an older witch, holding them up to his face with one hand as the mature lady gyrates her body against him, the prince's other hand is clasped firmly around the backside of another as she wraps his arm in her own impressive chest. The tiny witch, now impaled on his massive unyielding cock, is bouncing back and forth against him as he thrusts hands-free into the hot, wet little hole, his small partner held up by a friend making out with her as her huge tits jiggle forward between her skinny arms hard with every fierce thrust into her tight, hot box, even with the spell in place a gigantic, obscene bulge hammers its way into and through her skinny body while her cloying hot depths massage the prince's veiny tool, stroking and stroking as he feels another high building.

"Hnmmm fuck, get ready girls, you're about to get your first cumbath"

*He groans as he pops his mouth off the stiffened nipple of the older witch, and he gives the other one's behind a firm smack before burying his fingers between her ass cheeks and stuffing her slit with fingers from behind, making the slutty witch jump and gasp against his arm...

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We're nearly done exploring the intelligent denizens of this world's watery depths, for now at least.

Sometimes, the Elven "Mermaids" don't style themselves after fish to survive and move around beneath the waves indefinitely, but have taken influence from other ocean critters. Such as this plump octopus lady up there.

As mentioned before, this practice goes back in Elvendom all the way to the primitive wood Elf tribes, and who some of which later returned to living that way sensing the repercussions of the high Elves' folly approach.

They were wrong of course, and were hit by the same "curse" as all the others, they thought they were being punished by their gods. While actually it was just a mixture of pride and blind hubris in their own abilities, as well as the complete dismissal of other ways of thinking because they don't like deforestation or industry of the Orcs (which I mean, can be pretty damn bad on large enough scales amiright?) So it's not like they're wrong on that per se but the complete renouncement of the scientific method or anything like it?

Seems like their current fate is less caused by someone or something that did this to them, as it is merely the results of their own actions. Though of course from a certain point of view, they couldn't have known at the time, so it is tragic still. (even though they were major dicks for a time)

Back to those tribes. A lot, but not all of them, have a notion of a spirit animal of sorts, as an expression of their soul. Elves grow up thinking they all have one such entity chosen by fate, and it is part of their life's journey to discover it. At which point they will modify their body to come closer to that spiritual side of them.  How far they choose to express this differs from time tribe to tribe across time periods, and for the Mermaids, it meant the birth of a bunch of different "families" of Mer-dom, each with their own specialties and philosophies. Sometimes this bred rivalries between them, and sometimes these rivalries spun out of control into strife and even war. In short, the tentacle-maids at large do not like the fish-maids very much.

At that time, they were still genetically altering their bodies, which for the Mermaids was necessary for survival so it's not like they had options. But while up top it caused severe fertility issues, down below the various mer-doms had solidified into pretty stable and self-contained strains who, while they largely lost the ability to interbreed with the other Mer, could still create offspring among themselves pretty steadily, leading to some flourishing underwater empires for the more ancient sea dwellers to compete against or collaborate with.

Of course, the surface dwellers couldn't profit from this advantage either, so they remain doomed, unless someone comes up with a solution. Modern Elves have mellowed out severely from their past selves, with a notable exception being the Dark Elves breaking away to establish their own empires, but while times might seem rough for the rest of the Elves, future breakthroughs might save them.

Hey look isn't that a fun segue into crawling back on land like those darn fish did hundreds of millions of years ago for the next installment? I think it is.

Hey all,

Why yes, I am uploading again so soon, thank you for noticing ;)

Of course, the continual effing-up of my upload schedule might leave one a tad hopeless and despondent; "Of course Socarter's late again. Let me guess, your bike exploded randomly right under you and you needed ass-surgery to put everything back together and make sure the right tubes lead to the right exits right?"

But I have not given up, so here's a "second" upload of the day, not really being second in that for me the day has passed and it's past 12 technically, but it is pretty solidly within 24 hours of each other so I'd say it counts.

SoCarter out.