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I gripped the ropes in hand, pushing upwards with my legs to pull the nets onto the boat. The net was only half full, but that’s more than enough with the amount I caught earlier. The deluge of flopping fish slammed down into the catch basin as I poured my haul in.
The sky was overcast with a sea of clouds, each fluffy shape like a burst open pillow. They hung high in the sky, shielding me from the harsh rays of the sun. A rough estimation of its cloud-shielded position puts the time in the late afternoon, probably 3pm.
I could keep fishing… but I know Abelana is waiting back at home, with several bottles of wine she left earlier this week to retrieve, alongside many other supplies.
A smile split my face and my belly filled with butterflies at the thought of seeing her. She’s been gone only a few days, but each one felt like an eternity without her presence.
Screw it, I’m going back home!
I pulled the sails taut and reoriented them to guide my sailboat back home. It’s almost as if the Gods are just as excited to see us reunited, as the strongest headwind I’ve seen all day picked up from behind me, pushing me ever faster home to my lover.
The boat gently crept into the alcove, knocking up against the dock with a dull bonk! Jogging off towards our home, I realized that I forgot to tie the boat to the moorings! I returned to our trusty vessel and secured it; with each rope and knot triple-checked for security, I resumed my sprint back to our house.
The small wooden hut is simple, but it’s home, built by just our two hands. From collected driftwood, fallen trees, and the broken hulls of old boats dredged from the deep, it forms a strange shape that is almost alien in this coastal plain we’ve made our home.
Abelana insists that it gives it character.
I insist that my skin is far less resistant to splinters than hers.
Through a window, I could make out the flickering flame of candlelight inside.
Yes, she’s home!
I halted my sprint right as I got up to the door. The last thing I wanted to do is startle her and cause her to drop whatever goods she’s returned with. I’ve learned that lesson two– three– four times..
With three gentle raps, I pushed the door ajar. Peeking inside, I saw that she stood at the kitchen table, sealed clay urn grasped within her hands.
Her form was massive, far larger than any human could hope to attain. Her flesh was yellow like fields of wheat and her torso as well as the inside of her thighs were colored like fresh cream. Her species, dorudons, were Cetaceans, far closer to whales than dolphins. She wore her blubber like God has designed her to be able to harsh the coldest waters of the arctic.
On her head she wore her usual: a large scarlet bandana tied up to cover her smooth head.
Her snout was long and thick, and she bore a triplet series of vertical scars on the left side, exposing her large, oddly serrated teeth.
I had always thought it must’ve been from a fight, but on a stormy, cold night, we embraced and she finally regaled to me the tale of how she was injured and separated from her tribe. Years spent looking, only to finally accept that the nomadic, sea-faring people had moved on without her or, perhaps, were simply consumed in the storm.
It was in this same alcove that I found her, after waking up in this land with no recollection of how I got here.
That is wrong.
She found me…
…raiding her dried fish stores.
In my defense, I had wandered for four days. Chewing nettles and leaves was beginning to fully fray my nerves.
Her prodigious 11-foot frame had blocked the only way out. Any attempt to fight would’ve just harmlessly bounced off her blubber!
So thank the Lord she took mercy. My trespass came at a price, however. I would have to remain with her and help her fish, gather supplies, and trade with the surrounding Saruna. I suppose I could’ve snuck away at any time, she’s easily outpaced on land.
But I didn’t. Where was there to go?
Days became weeks. Weeks became months. Months became a year.
And here I still am; only now, we were madly in love.
I failed to contain my excitement, shoving the door open and making my way towards her.
“Abelana!”
She took notice of me and set the urn down. She kneeled down and opened her arms, her own smile beginning to split her long snout.
“Hello, love!”
We embraced, her thick arms encompassing me while my own struggled to do the same around her thick, fat neck.
Her flesh was clammy, as it always was. It had a texture unlike anything I had felt before. It was soft, yes, but not in the way a human’s was. It was closer in smoothness to that of a sausage casing, a comparison that filled her chest with a belly-aching laughter the first time I said it.
Despite her size giving the impression she’d always been warm, or even hot, she was always cool. Her blubber kept her body at a stable temperature, no matter how cold it got. The scorching summer days would either be spent out in the water, where she’d swim alongside the sailboat, her massive tail used like a rudder in the waters, or in the shade, where we’d eat, cook, explore each other’s bodies, and most importantly, sleep.
I thought I knew comfort. No silks, cottons, downs, or any other man-made fabric could compare to the pleasure of having 900 pounds of Dorudon fat encompass your entirety while you sleep.
I pulled back and planted kisses along the length of her lips, giving her almost a dozen before finally reaching the tip of her snout. She giggled and pecked me back. Her snout is an alien experience, neither of our mouths suited for kissing the other, though it’s never been anything other than an enticing learning experience.
“Oh, I missed you!” I exclaimed.
She stood to her full height, sweeping me in her arms as she did. My head pressed against her bosom, and my whole being vibrated as she spoke.
“I missed ya too, my lil seastar. I wanted ta come home 10 steps in! But it’s worth it, I’ve traded for some wines, spices, and I– well, ya’ll see.”
“Oooooh, see what?”
She tsked down at me, craning her head down closer. “Ya’ll see plen’y tonight, honey. I’m sure ya’ll love it.”
A lascivious grin split her snout and her golden eyes peered down at me, half-lidded.
I know that look.
The ache in my hips had only just recovered after our farewell lovemaking. It seems I would find no reprieve.
Not that I’ve ever minded.
I reached up and scratched her chin, causing Abelana to sigh.
“But first, I should help you unpack, yes? And… you’ll help me unload today’s catch?”
“Oh, of course, surely not so ya can watch me squat down and bend over, hmm? Ya’ll have yer fill of my ass tonight, ya lil beast.”
“I can never have enough!”
She laughs, her whole bust bouncing up and down against me, causing my own laugh to warble in time with hers.
She sets me down and as she does, I grab the hand of the arm that had lifted me. Her hand, having lost some portions of the digits in that same accident that marred her face, found itself having each shortened finger kissed gently.
Abelana cooed and fanned herself.
“Ya lil charmer! I should just– no! We need ta focus! Come help me unload the cart, ‘fore we end up gettin’ too worked up.”
I laughed and gave her a firm pat on the belly as she walked past to lead me to the cart.
Hours later…
I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my belly, now full with satisfaction. What was once a full plate of fire roasted salmon is now just empty banana leaves; the charred, barren leaves found a hollowed companionship with halved husk of a coconut and several emptied mango skins.
Abelana had truly prepared a feast for her return.
I slid the remnants of meat and bone over the table to Abelana, whose size gives her the comfort of simply sitting on the ground to be at table height. Without a thought, she picked the banana leaves up and swallowed them whole. The room filled with a nasty cacophony of crunching, before she finally swallowed the ‘dishes’ and refuse in one single gulp.
It never got old.
Her tongue, long and flat, licked her lips; satisfied, she leaned back and rubbed her belly.
A quiet contentment overtook us for some time, but eventually, Abelana rose and walked over to the corner of our home designated as the bedroom, though it was mostly a collection of blankets, pillows, and lines we had amassed over time through trading.
She laid down amongst the mountain of fabric, then shifted onto her side. She smiled, as well as she can with her non-human mouth, and beckoned me over with a finger.
“C’mere, sweet thang, momma needs ‘er man.”
I laughed and rose, scurrying over to the whale.
Her chest and gut sagged as she laid, like great mounds of melting candle wax. Perhaps on a human, the sight would be indicative of issues, but on her, they’re as natural as the wood planks that made up our home. I settled alongside her great length, shimmying closer, only for her to stop me.
“I don’t think so, lil man, clothes off. I want some skin on skin.”
I chuckled at her brazenness then did as I was told, stripping down to my undergarments. Abelana did much the same; once her top and dress were off, her blubber spilled out and threatened to swallow me like a breaking wave. I slid up the slope of pillows, placing myself at neck level.
“Oooooooh, I missed ya so much, ma love,” she cooed, rolling over into my open arms.
Her cool skin blanketed and pinned me in place, keeping me safe and secure from the outside elements. I planted small kisses along the rolling folds of her thick neck, making her rumble with satisfaction.
There, in each other’s embrace, we slowly dozed off, burning the afternoon away until the dusklight of the sun crept in through the entrance of our cove and crawled through the window above us, as if to remind us of what time it is.
I gently patted her on the side of her snout, rousing her snoring form. Her golden eyes blinked open, then peered down at me.
“Alright, ya big beautiful fish, I think we need to clean up a bit before we really do go to sleep tonight.”
She hummed for a moment, then shifted.
Her massive form did not free me, only changed position so she was straddling me.
“O-oh! So no dishes then?” I said with a nervous chuckle.
Her hands shifted down to her hanging belly, drawing my attention to the strange, unfamiliar drawings that rest above where her womb would be.
A series of swirling lines, coalescing like flickering tongues of a flame, converged upon a single Y-shaped object.
I had no true idea what that symbol could possibly mean, but my well-developed mind is adept at picking up on context clues.
Some sort of marking or tattooed place above the womb could only really mean one thing.
“I-I uh– is that what I think it is, Abelana?”
“Th’ songhorns… their men are rarely in town. Usually out on long gatherin’ trips or travelin’ ta trade with other villages. So when they’re finally back ta th’ village, well, they gotta make sure th’ baby takes.”
She leaned back, pressing her weight down onto my groin and allowing me a full view of her supple, corpulent body.
“Their symbols ‘n medicines, they can make people carry babies ‘tween species. The woman I bought some spices from, well she had her child swaddled on her chest. Cute lil creature… horn like a Hadrosaur, neck like a Brontosaurus. If they can, then…”
Her fingers gently touched the paint on her belly; my own reached up and sank into her fat, eliciting a shudder from the massive cetacean.
“Did you take the medicine?” I ask quietly.
“As much as they could give me.”
That was as little warning as she would afford me.
She leaned forward, pressing the rolls of her stomach into my face. I fell backwards from the force, safely landing back against the pillows. She continued her full frontal assault, pinning me down with my arms out stretched. The folds of her gut envelope me like a cast, swallowing me into a torrent of blubber and love.
I laughed at the sudden coming-on, and began to plant soft kisses on her midriff, earning hums of approval and pleasure. My mouth made its way to her navel, where I planted several soft kisses before gently sliding my tongue inside.
A strange act of foreplay, to be certain, but the woman craved having her supple belly worshipped. My tongue prodded into the hole, tasting at the salty interior. Abelana shuddered in pleasure, sinking down lower to smother me. As my world sinks into darkness, the taste of her belly and the salty smell of her body become my only senses.
I kneaded and tasted her gut, earning myself moans that traveled from her powerful lungs and vibrated directly into me through her fat.
Eventually, she pulled herself off of me, her thick gut and breasts hanging above me like saffron clouds. A trail of saliva connected her now-slick bellybutton and my lips.
“Pull your pants off.”
I did as commanded, exposing my rigid cock to the open air, the head already slick with pre-cum.
“Ya wanna fuck this belly?” she asked, already knowing my answer.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Tell me what you want to do.”
“I want to fuck your belly, then fill it with our children.”
She hadn’t even asked me if I truly wanted to have kids with her. But our love, our connection, had become so strong that it went without saying.
Still, saying it aloud felt exhilarating.
She shuddered at my words then shimmied downwards, orienting her wet navel above my member, already twitching with anticipation to return to one of its favorite places.
She lowered herself with a much practiced precision, and my cock sank balls deep into her belly button.
I let out a sharp hiss at the tightness of her hole and Abelana moaned from the sensation of my desire for every part of her body. She tilted her hips and raised her gut from my hips then slammed her weight back down onto me. I let out a gasp at the sensation, but she only growled in satisfaction. It seemed she had no interest in gently working me up to breeding her.
She rolled her hips up and down, slamming the sweaty folds of her gut onto me with loud, wet schlops.
“Oh gods, I love your body!”
“Yes you do, I know you love it,” she hissed with deep satisfaction.
With the difference in our sizes, I lined up directly with her breasts, each mammary sagging like a bag of sand. Her arealoa, a deep earthen brown, was wider than my head. The nipple staying hidden inside, was beckoning me to bring it out.
I took the mound of chocolate flesh into my mouth and began to convince it to show itself with my tongue. I swirled the bumpy flesh, cleaning it off its sweat and debris. Abelana cooed and huffed as her nipple became erect finally.
“Good boy… good boy… nurse for mama!”
I began to suck at the flesh, woeful that no milk would come out, but just as dutiful at sucking as if it would.
Her nipple filled my entire mouth as I sucked and chewed on it, causing Abelana to increase the aggressiveness of her belly fucking. Cum and sweat lubricated her belly more, my cock now sliding in and out as freely as if it was her pussy.
I was reaching my limit however. The sodden tightness of sweaty folds blanketing me were too much, beyond anything a mortal man could endure.
But she was much the same. The mental stimulation of me freely using her belly like a pussy, on top of my aggressive nursing, was pushing her towards the edge.
“Ohhhh, by the Seas, it’s so good, you’re amazin’!” she moaned.
“Fuck! Fuck! My love, I’m gonna–”
‘No! Yer only cumming inside me! But–”
She pulled her wet belly off of me, pre-cum and sweat splattered across its surface, leaving my cock throbbing and woefully exposed to the cool, salty air.
She turned around and spread her ass, thick lines of sweat and built-up arousal crossing her parted cheeks like great spans. The thick, pungent musk of her sweaty ass hit me with the force of a falling oak, and the throbbing of my cock doubled in intensity as my mind began to swim.
“Ya can have as much of this as you want!”
She pushed her slimy cheeks onto my face, pressing the wrinkled folds of her asshole directly onto my nose. The intense, earthen smell of her ass filled my lungs and lit my soul up with fireworks.
My upper thoughts ceased, now irrelevant, and I greedily huffed her scent. I was cast in darkness again, the salty, coppery smell and taste of her body my only companion. I took in lungfuls of her stink, then began to slurp at her hole like a dehydrated man licking moisture off a cave wall.
Abelana shook with pleasure as I rimmed her raw, musky asshole clean. Every drop of sweat it produced, every essence of pleasure that her womanhood leaked down onto my chin, I took into my body in devotion to her beauty.
My rabid slurping brought her to the edge and she almost howled in ecstasy as she pressed her asshole down onto me with her weight, causing my nose and part of my face to fully penetrate.
“Oh that’s it, my love! Enjoy that ass, e-e-enjoy m-my– oh! Oh, I can’t– I’m–”
Her asshole tightened around my nose and locked me into place, ensuring my only source of air was now the wet fumes of her ass.
A torrent of fluid squirted from her pussy, drenching my sweaty torso in fluid so hot, it almost felt burning. She thrust her asshole down onto me again and again, pushing my face deeper into her behind.
“Ah! Ah! Aaahh!”
Each thrust was accompanied with another squirt of her femcum, each smaller than the last.
But my mind was beginning to fizzle out like a candle covered. The raw smell of her ass could only give so much oxygen, as much as I wish I could live off of it. My mind darkening, with the last vestiges of consciousness, I slapped her thrice on the rear.
She shuddered, then pulled her ass off of me. The grip of her sphincter was so great, it tugged and pulled me along with it, but eventually gave way with a loud, wet pop!
I fell back to the floor, and as my vision and mind returned, I was greeted with her spread ass above me. The sea of red scales of her asscheeks and vulva, similar to a human’s pubic hair, highlighted her dripping pussy and gaped, winking asshole like the corona of the sun during an eclipse.
As I laid there panting, Abelana laid down amongst the blankets and pillows opposite of me. She spread her legs and opens her arms. Her snout splits into a smile and her eyes, half-lidded, beckoned me to my one true love.
“Come breed me, my love.”
I crawled across the blankets and slithered up her legs, lining myself up with the fat, wet folds of her vulva. With 0 effort, I fell forward and my cock sank deep within her. Her tree-trunk thick legs, riddled with cellulite and stretch marks, curled around me like a great pair of gates, sealing me within her embrace. I settled within the valley of her breasts, reaching my arms around her vast belly and sinking my arms into the rolling hills of the fat folds of her sides.
Without any more words, I began to thrust into her. Each movement was easy, the wet folds of her groin dripping wet with her cum. I knew there was no need to pace myself, no need to ride the edge, I wouldn’t slow down until my one purpose was fulfilled: breeding my wife until she was heavy with my calves.
My speed picked up, the sloppy clapping of my body impacting hers as loud as our synchronized moans. Her whole body shook, each fold and pound of fat barely getting through one jiggle before the next came.
I was like an animal, pouring my whole being into pumping her full of my progeny. Despite her being thrice my size, her pussy gripped like it was built for this one moment. The folds and bumps of her pussy undulated and tightened, desperately milking my cock, refusing to give up without being given a child.
I could feel it: the mounting warmth in my loins. My cock throbbed and pulsed, preparing itself for its God-given purpose. Abelana could sense my orgasm drawing here and tightened her grip on me. Her thighs and arms kept me firmly in place, restraining me down as nothing more than her breeding machine. She bucked me up and rolled her hips forward so I was entirely off the ground.
Now mating pressing her, I was past the point of no return, and with what little space Abelana’s massive thighs gave me, I rolled my hips back and plunged my cock as deep as it could go. Abelana roared in delight and began to roll her hips against my groin, milking my orgasm out of me.
My head felt like it was exploding with pleasure, my darkened, breast-smothered vision filling with stars as the warmth in my groin exploded. Rope after rope of my seed pumped inside of her. Abelana shuddered, her moans cutting out as her own orgasm overtook her, the sensation of being fertilized and bred being too much for her.
My cock pulsed, pumping her pussy full until it breached and filled her womb.
Abelana twitched again, shuddering from another orgasm as her hyperfertile womb greedily sucked up my seed. I did much the same, writhing and twitching from pleasure, riding the high of my completion.
We sat in a wordless, panting silence, basking in the presence and embrace of each other. It must’ve been minutes, but felt like hours, until I finally peeled myself from her body with a grotesque rip. The mixture was seemingly a better glue than anything else I’ve encountered in this land.
I settled back on my behind, my whole body far too shaky from the physical exertion to stand just yet. Abelana laid there panting for some time, but eventually rolled forward to sit cross legged in front of me.
She smiled down at me, her skin seemingly glowing.
What does someone say in a situation like this? Perhaps the easiest answers are the best ones.
“I love you, Abelana.”
She giggled in delight, then leaned down to kiss me.
She tilts her head to the side then opens her snout, taking my head into her mouth. She gently laps at my face with her large, flat tongue, while I nibble and lick the organ with my own. As our tongues dance with one another, we each let out soft, muted moans. Her hot breath runs out over my face, filling my lungs with the smells of her body.
With my face coated in her saliva, she pulls back, but not before taking several sniffs of my face and neck.
“I love when ya reek of me,” she whimpers with a satisfied groan.
I reach up and place my hand on her snout. “Because I am yours.”
Her hand slid down over her belly, fingers gently squeezing the folds painted with the symbol of fertility.
“And I’m yers.”
She stood with some effort, and gently scooped me up into her arms.
“Let’s go git washed up, my lil seastar.”
She walked us off towards the gently lapping waters of the alcove. I snuggled into the blubber of her thick neck, content to just pass out in her arms. But I found myself curious.
“Will that medicine really work?”
“It better. And if it don’t, then we’ll keep goin’ back ‘til it does. I want at least 8 calves ‘fore my body retires.”
My mouth suddenly felt very dry.
“Uh… e-e-eight?”
“Maybe nine or ten. And next time I’m gonna be top. Gotta try it all ta make sure the baby takes.”
I already felt the twinges of pain and soreness in my body.
O’ God, who I thought abandoned me in this land, only to guide me with ye hand to the arms of my love.
Give me and my hips the strength to survive this marriage.
A painting made by Abelana, Inde, and their kids, celebrating the next batch of children arriving soon.
