The Tears of the Myrr

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Todd stood in the small room, trying not to laugh. The futuristic toilet always made him smile. The scenting vortex made him dizzy and he looked away. The walls were bare, no paper, no fountain, no towel. He turned to one of the walls, where he felt a moist cloud, followed by a dry one. He was clean.

He was at home, in the laboratory. Daniel and he had all the freedom, and he liked to walk trough the glass tubes.

They were all dressed in cover-alls here. It was a suit with invisible seams. It looked molded rather than sewn. It closed with a magnetic strip, and could be easily opened and closed, once you got the hang of it. He walked on boots, which seemed to float above the ground. He wouldn’t be surprised to find out that was true.

Sometimes, he thought about his life at the surface. He didn’t miss it. And sometimes, he thought about Clime.

He saw a movement at his right hand, and he looked up. He made a startled jump, but recovered quickly. A Myrr was hanging against the glass wall.

Todd walked to him. The Myrr was large, and held his muscular arms spread to keep steady in the stream. He was watching Todd, just as curiously.

He was green and scaled, and stark naked. Todd looked down, but didn’t see anything. He was a little disappointed. He looked up again, and saw the large, green eyes with a slit pupil. His face was smooth. No nose, thin lips, and no ears. He had long hair. It waved behind him, in the light of the tube. This must be Forsta, Todd thought.

Forsta pushed away and floated to another spot on the wall. He waited, and Todd followed him. Forsta swam to the sluice.

Todd waited for the door to open. Then, he saw the dripping Myrr standing in front of him.

*

Daniel wrote with a special pen on his portable computer. He was very at home, between all the equipment. This was the perfect world.

He had witnessed the birth of a Myrr. The bag was opened and the baby removed. It had been a girl, and she was put in his arms. He had cried when he held her.

Daniel was perfectly happy, in this laboratory. He didn’t need Atlantis anymore, he had something far better. He loved the Myrr as if they were his own children.

*

Todd followed the creature to a dressing room. Forsta took a large towel, and dried himself. Then he took a long garment, and dressed.

“Why do you dress up?” said Todd. “It’s much warmer here.”

The Myrr stopped his moves and looked at him, his head a little tiltled. He made a sound. It sounded purring, and could be a language.

Todd grinned. “Sorry, but I don’t understand that. Don’t you speak English?”

The Myrr only looked at him.

“My name is Todd Andrews,” said Todd. “Ej reh Todd Andrews.”

Forsta opened his mouth in something that looked like a smile. “Ej reh Forsta,” he purred. “Forsta Myrr.”

Todd nodded. Forsta just meant ‘first’, and he was the first Myrr. He offered his hand.

Forsta looked at it, and then took it in his claw. His nails were sharp. The Myrr was a lot less interesting with his clothes on.

“Take them off,” said Todd.

Forsta moved his hands and copied Todd’s moves. The dress fell on the floor. Todd nodded. The Myrr looked at himself, and then at Todd. He gestured to the magnets. Todd opened his cover-all.

The door could be locked from the inside, and Todd quickly turned the lock. Then he undressed, and stood in front of the Myrr. He observed him.

Forsta’s nose and mouth were slits, which could open and close. He had a broad jaw and gills behind his ear-slits. His muscles were necessary in the pressure of the water, but in the dry air, they were simply impressive.

Todd touched the scales. They were soft and even warm. He felt the muscles roll when Forsta flexed them. But he couldn’t see a penis.

Forsta touched Todd with his sharp nails. He seemed to like what he saw, because he purred pleased sounds. He was especially interested in the swinging penis. He closed his strong fingers around it, and Todd held his breath. Forsta grinned.

Todd pulled back when he started to react. He pretended to be interested in Forsta’s mouth, and the Myrr opened it. The teeth were two curved strips of white glaze. His tongue was smooth and strong. It curled in the red mouth.

Forsta laughed purring. He stepped closer.

Todd felt the strong arms around his waist, and tried to pull back. Forsta didn’t let him go. His tongue slid over his lips and forced inside. Todd held his breath again. He was surprised when he tasted it. It was tasty. He licked it, and Forsta held him tighter. He purred.

Suddenly, Todd felt something against his stomach. He looked down and laughed. He had been wrong; Forsta had a penis alright. It stood upright, released from a fold in the skin. He wrapped his arms around the strong neck and groaned approvingly. Forsta laughed and bit at his mouth. His hands grabbed his butt. The nails pinched the skin, and Todd groaned again.

Forsta lifted him up and Todd hooked his legs around his hips. He tried to relax. The Myrr licked his mouth, and closed his eyes when he pushed Todd down slowly. His slithery dick penetrated him mercilessly. He purred pleased.

Todd gasped for air. It had been years since he was fucked, and he realized how much he had missed it. But this was better than ever before. The Myrr was so strong; he didn’t even stagger when he pulled Todd up again. He fucked him deeply, by pulling and pushing Todd up and down, and thrusting his hips up.

Todd’s dick rubbed the scaled stomach and he clamped his arms tighter. He moaned louder. The Myrr moved him faster up and down. His ass seemed to be on fire. “Oh, Forsta, you sexy hot dragon,” he moaned.

The Myrr purred loudly and pushed him down again, holding him in place now. Todd felt how he came inside him. His burning ass was flushed with hot sperm. He almost screamed, and came as well. He shot his load over the green stomach.

*

Yvonne Tennant sighed when she rinsed the rag. She didn’t want to look at the rest of the dining room, but did so anyway. She wasn’t even halfway, yet.

Once, she had been a student in sea-archeology. She had dreamed of discovering the ruins of Atlantis. Ruins, duh. She was sitting on her knees in that Atlantis, scrubbing the floors. But it had to be better than building in the caves.

Chris wasn’t happy either. She pulled the sheets of the beds and threw them on a pile. She had to clean all the beds. She was sick of it already. She, Chris Bacon, was making the beds. She wanted to go back to the surface.

Pierre and John heard her scream, and grinned at each other. They had to clean the instruments. The sterilization was checked carefully. The life of the Myrr depended on clean material. They were proud of their work, in a way.

*

Todd was lying on the cloth that Forsta had spread on the floor. He sighed, satisfied. The Myrr lay next to him, leaning on an elbow. Todd suppressed a delight shiver when he felt the soft hand palm over his skin. The Myrr caressed him. He felt childishly proud. He had a real merman. Clime only had a half one. “Forsta?”

The Myrr looked at him with his big, green eyes, and purred.

“Damn, why don’t you speak English?”

Forsta laughed purring and pushed him down, kissing him deeply. They both spoke that language. Todd reached out, and searched for his penis. Forsta lay on his back and purred some more. It was Todd’s turn to play. The boy climbed on his lap and sat down on his cock, moving much slower than Forsta had done. He took his time, looking at the green scales as he caressed him with his hands. The Myrr curled his large hand around Todd’s arousal, and stroked him. Soon enough, their hot groans echoed between the walls.

*

Daniel bent over the microscope. The cell splitting had started. He observed the moves. Someone stood behind him, but he didn’t look up. This was more important. The hand on his shoulder was softly pressing. Eventually, he looked up. He froze when he looked into the soft, green eyes.

The Myrr was dressed beautifully. The gown was long and richly embroidered, and decorated with pearls. The long, white-green hair was partly tied up, and partly braided. It was so thick, that long streaks were hanging loose as well. It was covered in pearls.

“Eh–“

“Ej deh Anden,” purred the soft voice. “Morh deh nes?”

Daniel stared at her.

“Mohr deh nes?” tried Anden again.

“Ej… Ej deh…” Daniel stammered as he stared at the beautiful Myrr.

“Morh?” she repeated sweetly.

“Daniel. Daniel Stern.”

“Danhjel?”

“Sure, why not?”

“Danhjel Sterrhn,” she laughed purring.

Daniel swallowed. Princess Anden. He felt something he had never felt before.

*

Clime caressed the long hair in front of him. He beaded pearls in it, and braided thick locks.

“Halfmyrr?”

“Ar?”

“Do the Myrr ever come here?”

“No.”

Clime was scared to hurt the prince’s feelings. It didn’t suit him, and made him feel uneasy. “Why not?” he asked. “Aren’t they allowed?”

“Of course they are, Clime, but they don’t get any further than the laboratory. When a Dybvander sees a Myrr, he’ll kill him.”

“Can’t you do anything about it?” Clime sat on the back of the sofa.

Halfmyrr looked up to him. “What do you suggest, sinker?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t think about it yet.”

“Then think, paende.” He turned. “Clime?”

“Yes?”

“Stop being afraid of me.”

“I’m not afraid of you!” Clime said with wide eyes.

“That’s a lie. You’re scared. Not for me, but for my position. You see me as a prince, as your master. We’ll have to do something to change that.”

“Like what?” asked Clime suspiciously.

“Well… What about changing your position. A bit less servant, a bit more kherjfyr.”

“What?”

“Kherjfyr. How shall we translate that for you…” Halfmyrr pulled the diver down from the back of the sofa. His human hand slid into the blouse. “Is it getting through?”

Clime blinked. “Hardly,” he lied with a blush.

Halfmyrr sighed. “Then I’ll have to do even more my best to explain it to you.” He bent down and kissed Clime on his lips. Then he pushed him on the floor, and lay on top of him. He licked his throat, while he slowly undressed him.

Clime pulled the long clothes away from him. Naked, they pressed against each other.

“Are you getting it, paende?” asked Halfmyrr with a sigh.

“Ej tern nes,” answered Clime.

“Good. I want you too…” He bent down and licked his stomach. His tongue slid further down. “I want all of you. Every gorgeous bit of you. Now and forever. Give yourself to me, paende, and never leave me.”

Clime grabbed his long hair and pulled his head down. “Use your mouth for something else than words, Halfmyrr…” he sighed. “Convince me I shouldn’t leave you…” Halfmyrr sucked his cock in his mouth and his claw grabbed his balls. The nails were sharp against the soft skin. Clime shook up. “Go on,” he groaned. “Please, don’t stop.”

Halfmyrr sucked him slowly. His mouth was hot and wet. Clime looked at him, and almost came instantly. He groaned and fell back again. He pushed his hips up. The prince sure knew how to use his mouth.

“Feel free to fill my mouth,” said Halfmyrr softly, breathing against the wet skin.

“Oh yes!” answered Clime. “It’s been too long!” He fucked him in his mouth, and felt the sharp nails in his flesh. He almost screamed. And when he filled the hot mouth, he actually screamed.

*

Clime woke up in bed with Halfmyrr. Dybvande never went dark, and it annoyed him now. “Can’t that light be turned off?” he mumbled with his face pressed in a pillow.

“Morke,” said the prince with a soft voice. The room turned dark immediately.

“How did you do that?” Clime asked surprised.

“We may look primitive, but we’re quite sophisticated. Voice-control. Simple.”

The darkness was pleasant and Clime yawned.

“Do you like your new position?” asked Halfmyrr softly. He turned to him, and slid his scaled hand through the diver’s hair.

“Yes,” said Clime. He turned his head to kiss the soft palm.

“Do you think you can love me?”

“Oh, yes,” Clime assured him.

“No desires for another?”

“No...”

“Not for a merman, or ehm… a certain crew member?”

“What do you mean?”

“Andrews.”

Clime blinked when he realized he forgot about Todd. “What happened to him, anyway? Did you enslave him and sent him to the caves?”

“Answer me first. Do you want him?”

“Oh, Halfmyrr, of course not! I never wanted him!”

“My men told me something different.”

“What did they say, then?” he asked calmly.

“That he was special for you.”

“He is special. I liked him. He’s a sweet, young faggot who chose me to be his unattainable love. But I didn’t want him.” He waited, but Halfmyrr seemed satisfied with that. “Now my question; what happened to the crew?”

“They work in the lab.”

“In the lab? As what?”

“They help around. Andrew and Stern work in the laboratory, and the rest has other duties.”

“Can I see them?”

“Why?”

“Because I want to see them, Halfmyrr. They were my colleagues.”

“I’ll think about it.” The prince pretended to go to sleep, turning around.

“Halfmyrr?” He got no answer, and he bent over him. “Hey, paende. Kherjfyr. What’s up?”

Halfmyrr sighed. “Clime, I’m afraid as well. I’m afraid to lose you. You’re a sinker. Can you cope, here? Don’t you want to go back to the surface?”

“No. I want to be with you, Halfmyrr. Forever.”

Halfmyrr sighed again. “Ej kherj nes.”

Clime kissed his cheek, and cuddled up against his back. “I love you too.”