Night Swimming (Patreon)

It was a beautiful balmy night out on the bay. The air was still and the party was just getting started on the Silver Whisper, million dollar yacht of Mikal Bondarenkovich. Euro techno blasted out across the waves and the drinks were flowing as the sun cast its final pink and purple light up into the dark sky. 

Suddenly the yacht bumped and lurched violently upwards, the guests were at first confused and shouted angrily. Who could have made such a stupid mistake to have run them aground? Their drinks were ruined. The cabin lights lit up a towering mass that loomed over the ship. It didn’t look like any normal rock, having a smooth surface but reflecting the light softly and warmly. Almost like… skin. Huge strands of vegetation seemed to rise and coil around the hull like vines or… hair. Towards the surface of the water a heavy and huge wrinkled rocky outcrop almost seemed to shift and pucker in the night air. Shouts turned to screams as one of the hostesses pointed up, further than the bow of the yacht. It was an enormous body. A male torso, muscular and glistening with water, and further, a handsome youthful face smiling back at them. The vessel lurched again as he shifted. They were run around on his groin, the towering mass his enormous cock that was slowly rising above them like a sea stack growing ever thicker and higher. A ballsack as big as a pontoon at its base, and a forest of pubes ensnaring them. Panic gripped the party goers and they fled, but where could they run? They heard and felt the giant chuckle, and then a second voice, feminine but just as deep, loud, and resonant as his.

“What do you have here my darling? Have you found a bath toy?”