Chapter 189: Forking Around With Dinglehoppers?
Chapter 189: Forking Around With Dinglehoppers?
I wasn't just escorted by May West; I was practically submerged in a tidal wave of nearly a dozen over-energetic mermaids. I let out a heavy sigh, trying to maintain my composure as we walked deeper into the heart of the aquatic metropolis, their human legs moving gracefully along the polished floors.
Now that I had officially arrived in Atlantis, the pieces were finally falling into place. I finally understood why Owen loved the mermaids so damn much, and simultaneously why he utterly loathed the Mermaid Curse. The poor guy had literally gotten hooked to a single fish. I didn't know who the past Neptune really was—probably some ancient Greek god whose new incarnation was named Percy or something straight out of a movie—but one thing was undeniable: being the Neptune to a sea of gorgeous mermaids sounded cool as fuck.
"King Owen, hi! My name is Reef," a bubbly mermaid chirped, her bare, sun-kissed thighs brushing against me as she pressed close. "I like slow swims on the beach. My favorite fish is Flounder, and I absolutely love human Dinglehoppers."
"King Owen, can I chum your line?" another purred, flashing a scandalous wink while sliding her smooth, slender leg against my thigh.
"I usually swim away from humans, but for you, Your Majesty, I’ll gladly make an exception."
"Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I swim by the dock again?"
"King Owen, I am so, so sorry for slapping you in the past," a blue-haired beauty pleaded, batting her long eyelashes. "Please let me make it up to you. Aren't we just mer-made for each other?"
Beside me, Frigg—still strictly pretending to be Gondul—looked ready to snap. Her knuckles whitened against the hilt of the borrowed longsword she had taken from the real Gondul. I could practically see her calculations on how swiftly she could cut down these annoying mermaids hanging all over me and flirting without shame on their perfectly formed human legs.
A prominent vein pulsed visibly on her beautiful forehead. Sensing an imminent bloodbath, I quickly sent her a telepathic message.
[Frigg, I love you. Please, just calm down and take a deep breath. I won't be shameless and tell you I'm not looking forward to this undersea buffet. But you have to know this is to repay my friend King Owen for messing up his life. Plus, I desperately need a solid reason to avoid Ariel before she tries to sleep with a total stranger. Just for the next two weeks, pretend I am Owen, and not your husband Loki.]
Frigg's striking grey eyes locked onto my single exposed blue eye. Seeing the genuine pleading in my gaze, the tension in her jaw bled away. She smiled slightly, her voice bouncing back into my consciousness with a sharp, possessive edge.
[Alright. But the moment we leave this undersea hell, I want a full night alone with you. No distractions.]
I nodded subtly at Frigg, though to the overly excited mermaids around us, it looked like I was agreeing to their chaotic advances.
"Okay, ladies," I announced, raising my hands to command their attention. "You are all absolutely perfect. I can't possibly choose just one of you and neglect the feelings of the rest. So, why don't all of you follow me to my guest room, and let me love every single one of you at once?"
May West’s smile widened with wicked approval. She immediately took charge, rounding up the dozen rowdy women to herd them toward my new temporary quarters.
Entering the main palace, I froze, stunned by its unearthly elegance. The architecture was a breathtaking fusion of Olympian grace, majestic scale, and the intricate designs of Eastern palaces. The massive structural pillars were sculpted from solid, gleaming white pearl, winding upward toward ceilings lined with glowing bioluminescent moss that cast a soft, ethereal azure light over everything. Intricate mosaics made of polished abalone shells lined the walls, depicting ancient aquatic battles and mythical sea beasts. It struck me then that the developers behind the dating sim World of Myst must have been a foreign company catering heavily to both Eastern and Western cultures for their world-building. I thoroughly appreciated the aesthetic—just like that magnificent otaku, Owen, would have.
While I was being willingly kingnapped, Ariel was pouting in her royal chambers. She mindlessly fed Sky Blue while venting her frustrations to Opal.
"I think Owen has changed," Ariel murmured, her lips turning downward as she sat on a plush ottoman woven from fine sea-silk. "I know I was furious with him back in the Balder Kingdom because of the whole Feng, Vali, and Crown Prince disaster. But Owen normally treats me like the most precious magic item in existence. Now, all of a sudden, he can touch and kiss other mermaids without a second thought. I feel like I've lost my special place in his heart."
Opal, who usually relished any opportunity to one-up her snobbish cousin, felt a rare pang of pity. She knew the absolute truth: this "Owen" was actually her chaotic husband, Loki, in deep disguise. Even Opal had been taken aback by the sheer, amusing drama Loki had entangled himself in, but mischief and chaos always seemed to follow the man wherever he went.
In a rare moment of genuine sympathy, Opal offered a comforting spin. "I know Owen truly loves you. But I think King Owen is just trying to redirect his deep, overwhelming love for you onto the mermaids here. He knows you were deeply hurt on your last trip. Perhaps if you just let him burn off some pent-up stress on the others, he'll be back to the same old Owen you like by the time we reach the Human Kingdom."
Ariel looked down at her daughter, letting out a soft sigh. "I can tell he still loves me. The way he tenderly looks at Sky, his passionate kisses... even the way he held me just to look out at the sea. To be honest, even though I'm angry, I think I'm falling in love with him all over again. He seems different now. New, and far more assertive. Owen always walked on eggshells just to make me happy. But when he boldly took Lady West as a lover and didn't shy away from it—when he flaunted it—my heart skipped a beat. Am I strange, Opal?"
Opal glanced at the magical clock on the wall—a beautiful contraption forged from coral and brass that used floating pearls to track the hours—and her eyes widened. "Huh? It’s almost time for the welcoming banquet, and Owen hasn't come to your room yet. What happened to him?"
Ariel stiffened. She had abandoned Owen during the arrival parade to throw a tantrum, and only now realized hours had passed without him coming to pamper her. Panic set in.
"Quick, Opal! Help me find my husband!"
Meanwhile, a blatant sign had been posted directly on the door of my vast new residence in the palace. The door itself was a massive slab of dark, polished driftwood inlaid with glowing purple sea crystals.
[If you wish to mate with King Owen, follow these simple instructions before entering.]
[First, clasp your hands, close your eyes, and wish with all your heart to be accepted by him, to get pregnant by him, and to be blessed by him. He will reward you with all you prayed for. Finally, knock on the door and say... "King Owen, I love you!"]
The muffled sounds of giggles, breathless moans, and a full-blown royal orgy echoed clearly through the cracked door. It didn't take long for the two members of The Seven Sea Songs to trace the noise and locate exactly where Owen had been taken.
When Opal read the note, a knowing smirk crossed her face. She knew exactly what her damn husband was doing. Loki was engineering a Divine Ascension ritual for either himself or King Owen, utilizing the power of worship and prayer. Frigg—disguised as Gondul—had whispered the mechanics of the praying-method to her during the journey down to the kingdom.
Ariel, on the other hand, felt her eyebrow twitch violently. She assumed this was just another one of her husband's perverted, degenerate games. The unmistakable sounds of wet, rhythmic friction and high-pitched squeals from inside indicated the bastard had skipped checking on her entirely to dive straight into a sexathon.
"That absolute bastard!" Ariel hissed, her face flushing crimson. "I am banning him from my bed! No game nights for a month!"
Opal reached out to push the door open, but paused. Before stepping inside, she clasped her hands together, closing her eyes with a pious, mocking smirk. She directed her prayer not to King Owen, but to her actual husband, Loki Sky.
"Wait! You aren't actually praying to that stupid sign, are you?" Ariel gasped, swatting at her arm. "You aren't planning to sleep with my husband, right?"
Opal finished her silent prayer, giving her cousin a teasing, mischievous look. "Maybe. Who knows? Perhaps the man in there really wants to sleep with a pregnant mermaid princess, haha. Come on, let’s go see what kind of chaos King Owen is up to."
The moment they stepped through, the humid, sensory-heavy air hit them. The guest quarters were vast, featuring a sunken floor filled with a massive, shared bed constructed entirely from a dense, plush sponge matrix that conformed perfectly to the body. Floating water spheres containing small, glowing jellyfish hovered in the corners of the room, casting an intimate, pulsing violet light over the tangled limbs. Every single mermaid in the room was entirely scale and fishtail free, lounging completely in their human forms with long, gorgeous legs tangled together. The air was thick with the natural moisture of the sea, the radiating heat of over a dozen writhing bodies, and the heavy, unmistakable scent of raw sex and unchecked lust.
Just like it had been with my wife Opal Blue, the intense, body-shaking "seizure-climaxes" from these new mermaids were followed by an icy, addictive chill. It was the physical manifestation of the Mermaid's Curse, a marking that occurred strictly during the very first climax with a partner, turning into normal pleasure during subsequent rounds.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The heavy, wet sound of my hips invading the first blue-haired mermaid I had met that morning echoed through the room. I was driving into her deep from behind in a lewd, primal doggy-style, her smooth thighs lifting high and her slender human legs pressing down against the soft sponge mattress to meet every thrust. Simultaneously, a gorgeous maid who had joined the fun after showing us the room was leaning over me, her flawless skin shimmering in the violet light as she eagerly fed me her bare nipple to suck on.
Around the massive bed lay a total of thirteen women with an assortment of vibrant hair colors, all of them completely human from the waist down.
Some were napping naked in post-coital bliss, while others lounged around on giant, velvet sea-anemone cushions, stretching their long, bare legs and animatedly sharing exactly how incredible it felt to mate with me.
"July, I’m about to cum inside you! Be ready!" I growled, my hands gripping the woman's hips tightly as I drove myself to the root. "With you having blue hair, I can finally say I tasted the rainbow! Here it comes!"
The mermaids had specifically warned me that for the first encounter, it was vital to vocalize exactly when I was going to release. If the male didn't warn them, the sudden, shocking intensity of the Mermaid’s Curse marking them could cause them to accidentally bite through their own tongues.
Experiencing it firsthand, I fully understood why.
July, the beautiful woman currently taking my length, looked back over her shoulder with a breathless, ecstatic smile, her emerald-blue eyes cloudy with pleasure. "King Owen, I’m ready! Mark me... and I will mark you! Hehe... Ahhh! Ah!"
I buried myself deep, pulling her soft hips utterly flush against me as I erupted, filling her belly with a massive, hot torrent of seed. The moment my fluid burst into her, that fiercely addictive, freezing chill raced violently up the entire length of my shaft, shooting straight into my core. As I absorbed the sheer volume of the Mermaid's Mark, I could feel something fundamental shifting deep within my soul. Whether it was for good or bad, I couldn't yet tell.
"Neptuuuuuuuune~!" July screamed, her voice cracking into a melodic, worshipful wail as her entire body seized on the sponge matrices beneath us, her long human legs twitching with pleasure. Her mind flooded with the prompt of the sign, her magic entwining with mine as the curse bound us, her womb drinking heavily of my seed.
I had made a dangerous mistake earlier when I inseminated May West; I had accidentally used my Death Magic core. If babies born of mixed Death and Ice magic suddenly sprang from the Inner Sea, the Emperor would immediately deduce that Hao Hun was actually Loki Sky, or even King Balder.
To correct this, I was strictly using my Life core to inseminate every single mermaid now, desperately hoping that my initial slip-up with May wouldn't expose my entire operation.
While July continued to tremble and twitch beneath me, riding out the aftershocks of her climax, May West slithered over to my side, her fair skin and long legs looking radiant under the bioluminescent lights. Using her water magic, she deftly cleansed the sweat and fluids from my skin before pulling me into a passionate, wet kiss as a reward. I had ended up cumming inside May again during the chaos—this time safely using my Life core—so I would have to keep a very close eye on her over the coming days to see if she conceived. If she did, watching that unique childbirth would be fascinating.
Suddenly, right as I was about to slickly withdraw from July’s tight, pulsing depths, a resonant, telepathic prayer echoed directly in my mind.
[I pray to my Loki Sky to please grant me my dream of taking the Throne of Atlantis. Use your new fame as Neptune to grant my true wish, my husband Loki!]
Cold sweat instantly broke out across my back. I snapped my single exposed eye toward the opening double doors, knowing with absolute certainty that Opal was walking through.
When the heavy driftwood doors swung wide, Ariel was left completely slack-jawed. Her eyes glued themselves instantly to my lower half, watching in stunned silence as my abnormally massive, thick dick slowly slipped out of July's soaking wet entrance, glistening with a mixture of juices in the blue-violet light.
Looking at Ariel's wide, trembling blue eyes, a sudden wave of panic hit me. I needed to come up with a highly believable, ironclad excuse for why King Owen's dick was suddenly three sizes larger than she remembered, and I needed it right fucking now.