Author's Note: This is a side story to my main story, where it depicts Rames, who's a demi-god, being born and his conflicts with the gods and kingdoms of men. Feel free to review however, this is my first story so there will be mistakes and things you will not understand at first. The main story is being heavily redone and first chapter of that will be done soon. Thanks and enjoy!
WARNING: This is a mature story with NON-CON, sexual themes, violence, witty humor, and other nefarious things!
Consequence: The Unique Boy
Chapter 1:
Rames meets the sea people
The sun rose slowly over the sea casting its sparkling coat that gently flowed over the shore. Songs sung by wavering voices were carried on the wind and created a beautiful melody in harmony with each of the waves. Rames, now 18, looked out solemnly to the horizon where the sea people danced on top the waves to greet the sun. He walked slowly down the beach, occasionally inspecting a shell, soft sand giving way beneath his tall, muscular frame. The last of his childhood could be seen in how wide his eyes were, framed by a face that was bronze and masculine, from the straight nose to the strong angular jaw. His brow furrowed with a look of longing for his blood sang that he should be with them but fear of the ocean held him back. Their songs reached a climax when the orb was full above the horizon and abruptly stopped; whooping, they dived back into the water twisting in the air.
He was startled by the appearance of a sea girl dragging herself out of the tide, crawling desperately to avoid the waves that would pull her back in. She was about twenty feet away and he could hear her harsh breathing over the waves, her long emerald hair obscuring her features. Once on the dry sand, she pulled herself up and sat staring at the sunrise, her long, thin, webbed, hands resting in her lap. Rames walked slowly over to her so not to startle her and whistled to gain her attention. Her head whipped about and she screeched a warning but sat still, huge ebony almond eyes staring deep into him. She gracefully stood up and circled him, feeling his body from running her hands across her shoulders to cupping his buttocks and up and down his thighs. He stood still, not sure whether this was a part of her customs or if she was seeing another species for the first time. The black claws gracing the tips of her fingers glided gently over him and forced him to raise his head so she could examine his neck.
"What is this horn crowning you? You are not human. Yes, something powerful, something beautiful, and something I want." Her voice was what female whales would sound like if they could speak; soft and crooning. "You can see it?" Rames stepped back, she frightened him and she was powerful if she could see through the enchantment. "Do you take me for a fool? Who do you think gave the humans the secrets of water? Now it's time for something in return… yes but what would be most perfect something to last, something powerful!" Her voice became shrill and hurt his ears but softened to almost a whisper at the end. Her hands stroked his horn, her claws clicking on the ridges and she leaned her forehead against his.
"You feel of the waters, son of the sea, yet seek no part in the dance of the waves?" Rames bowed his head, not wishing to reveal his fear of the ocean and her, gasped. Her legs looked human but it had ended at the ankle, from then on was huge, ribbed flippers acting as feet, the ends curled in. 'So that's how she can walk around without falling, by curling the ends of her flippers so not to lose balance,' he thought, 'if she can do that she can then and I won't be able to get away. "Is it my fins that cause you such apprehension?" His head snapped back up, stammering his apologies, "Th-th-that's not it, water daughter! I merely was fascinated by them…" Her laughter sounded like bubbles and dolphins cries melded together, tracing his jaw with a claw, she kissed him. The kiss, tasting of salt water and sweetness, made him groan as warm sensations spread throughout his body. The kiss soon became very thorough and his nicked his tongue on something sharp causing it to bleed and he pushed away. She gave him a wide smile, revealing a row of sharp teeth, flat molars as he gazed back in fear. Blood dripped down her chin and a long gray tongue swiped it up and embraced him tightly, gripping his buttocks and felling him. Her knees clasped his waist and he struggled to get away but only dug himself deeper into the sand. "Please let me go!" He shouted trying to push her off but his curse made the efforts in vain and she encircled her arms around his head. He saw that she had very small breasts with black nipples and that her skin seemed to be a mixture of scales and rough skin that shimmered in the sunlight. She held his head close and whispered in his ear, "Mate with me and give me a child then I shall let you go."
Rames knew he could not get away otherwise and yielded to her request. It was his first time and with a water daughter of all things, it seemed like a great injustice to him. She tore open his tunic with claws making him and licked him from neck to navel. He cried out in pain, her tongue was rough like a cats and she licked his cuts, lapping up the blood. Shivering in fear, he wanted to curl up in a ball and pray she would leave him alone. She laughed and ripped her claws down his arms, he screamed and tried to resist but she was so heavy. She scooted off him and pulled down his britches, "I leave you with some clothes now eh? I know how prudish you humans are! Ha-ha, why so weak boy? There is great power within you! I see it, I smell it, I taste it, and I want it!" She crawled back over him on all fours and two flaps unfolded themselves from her groin to her thighs making Rames try to struggle even more. She whispered into his ear, "Inside is much softer than the outside; you will grow hard and large for me!" "Please stop!" Rames screamed and she slapped him, clawing his face. One webbed hand covered his mouth and the other stimulated his manhood, poising it at her entrance. Sensations shot through making him groan and his body lax, soon he was hard enough for him to enter her. He cried out as she pushed herself on him and began to move back and forth slowly, throwing her head back and moaning. "Ah you grow even bigger! You are very big! Good! Good!" She cried out moving faster. Rames closed his eyes and moaned, feeling his body spasm from the pain and pleasure mixing together. A few minutes later they climaxed together and she rolled off of lifting her arms to the sun, "You were good but I had to do everything for you, shame. I know why, I know, somebody hates you! It binds like a black eel, sapping your strength. Ha-ha, good for me, bad for you!" She laughed manically.
She made clucking noises that sounded like knocking seashells afterwards and stroked her belly, gazing lovingly at it while Rames lay on the sand, gasping, with his tunic in bloody shreds. A horn sounded in the distance; 'It's Taga! I've been gone too long," he thought, "thank the gods!" The water daughter spun in alarm at the sound of men shouting followed it and hissed in vexation before diving back into the sea. He tried to pull his britches back up and nearly fainted, staring at the horizon cursing that sea-witch.
Taga came on top a beach soon afterward to find Rames lying numb with pain, covered in bloody cuts and sand. He ran down the dune, shouting, and cradled Rames's head in his hands who looked back up in tears. "Boy, who did this to you?" Taga's voice was rough from anger and pain that his foster son was in such a state. "T-taga," a sob breaking his voice, "a sea-girl, she wanted, she wanted…" "Shhhh boy, don't speak of it if it pains you so." He said gently and looked down at Rames britches and saw that he had tried to redress himself but was still visible. Rage welled up, some crazy sea-bitch raped him, with his weakness, how in the hell was he supposed to escape! Guilt followed soon after as he didn't think to send somebody to keep an eye on Rames. The boy had insisted on being left alone, he wanted to respect that, every man needed his own space to grow. The rest of the caravan guard gathered around him and Taga ordered men get blankets and a stretcher and to get the healer ready.
Taga kneeled and scooped up bloody sand in his hand. Tossing it in the wind he noticed that small clumps remained stuck to his hand which he rubbed off with some seaweed. The sea people were greedy, coveting jewels and power above all else; they were responsible for the extinction of the fish folk. They were one of the gods' first experiments, an abomination with gaping mouths, huge milky eyes, and scaled bodies. Though ugly, they were peaceful creatures and herbivores that always lent a helping hand to sailors in need. Legends say that the sea people were humans once who lived on a barren island where storms raged constantly. The people prayed to the sea for protection from the winds and the god of waters turned them into fish like beings.
"Blimey, Taga! How are we supposed to get the one who did this to him? Bet she's half way home to the abyss by now," asked a short, thick-shouldered guard with a blond beard. "Magic!," Taga growled turning to the horizon, the sun now sat high in the sky, and shouted at the ocean, "Mer-folk, mer-folk; people of the sea! Come now and answer me! Blood soaks the grains of sand, tell me who, the blame, I hand!" From his voice, a gigantic ripple spread outward, sucking up the water from the shore. The tide waters came to form a ring in the sky and rain issued forth, from it an image formed. "Long has it been since my people were called upon by the landers. I'm curious, state your purpose! If deemed worthless, the jewel will swallow you." The image became that of an elderly sea-person, scaled skin hanging off his thin body and voice like gargling rocks. "One of your kind trespassed on the shores of men and harmed one of our youths. The blood that soaks the sand is evidence as is the boy's witness. I demand the execution of the one who did this by my hand!"
The image narrowed his eyes and waved his hand nonchalantly, "The jewel shall show the truth of your words, human. " A thin tendril of water scooped up the sand and filtered it leaving only the blood behind, dancing in the water. The blood traveled to the floating ring and beside the elder, a red image formed. Two figures stood together the smaller one pushing the taller one down with it trying to struggle away. High pitch screeching could be heard faintly from the image as the smaller figure, now on top of the taller one, began moving its limbs up and down its body. "I've seen enough, unlike most of my kin, I do not enjoy pain." His hand shot out breaking the image into a spray of red mist which then swirled, condensing into a small red pearl. The red pearl shot up into the stream and flowed back into the ocean, surprising Taga. "That blood, what are you going to do with it?"
"The offendress has partaken of his life water and it is very powerful at that. The pearl shall be used as guide for locating her." He sneered, "Worry not human, unlike our reputation, we care for justice. You have my word as seer of high waters, she shall be found!" The image exploded with a crack of thunder, soaking Taga and his men.
