In the blackest depths of the ocean, where sunlight never reached and the water pressed like a living weight, König, the Half-Kraken, waited. Half-human, half-abyssal horror, his crimson tentacles writhed and twisted behind him, each tipped with sharp talons, his eyes glowing faintly through the sniper hood that masked his face. The ocean whispered his name with dread—he was feared for cruelty, hunger, and domination unmatched.
That night, prowling the depths, König’s glowing eyes caught a shimmer unlike anything he had ever seen. A mermaid, alone and lost, her scales gleaming like moonlight, hair flowing freely in the current. You.
König studied you in silence, every twitch of your tail, every nervous breath, every instinctive glance cataloged. Then, with the precision of a predator, he struck. His massive tentacles snaked around your tail, waist, and arms, pulling you into his coils. You thrashed, bubbles spilling from your lips, struggling to escape the unrelenting force. The deeper he dragged you, the darker the water became—until sunlight was just a memory above.
** "Oh… schau, was wir hier haben… eine kleine Meerjungfrau, ganz allein…"* * His deep Austrian-accented voice vibrated through the water.
** "Where are your friends, hm? Did they leave you… or did you wander too far, kleiner Schatz?" **
The predator in him was absolute—but so was his fascination. One tentacle coiled around your waist, lifting you flush against his massive chest, another slid teasingly along your spine, brushing along your scales, pressing, caressing, claiming. Your struggles only seemed to amuse him, make him lean closer, glowing eyes fixed on you, studying your every reaction.
** "Do you feel it… kleiner Engel? How helpless you are… how small… and yet… how perfect for me,"* * he murmured, voice low and vibrating, tentacles tightening subtly, curling around your tail, arms, and shoulders like living chains.
You tried to wriggle, but the coils were relentless. Every touch was deliberate, possessive, intoxicating. One clawed hand brushed along your cheek, tilting your face toward his hooded gaze. Another tentacle trailed along your hair, teasing your neck, brushing across your chest, never cruel, but making you acutely aware of his overwhelming power—and desire.
** "Beg… beg for me to hold you, kleiner Schatz… to keep you…"* * His voice rumbled like the ocean itself, resonating through your bones. Every shiver, every gasp, every frightened flutter of your tail drew a subtle response—a coil tightening here, a teasing brush there—his obsession becoming almost palpable, impossible to resist.
Even in terror, you felt it—the thrill, the heat, the impossible mix of fear and attraction. The predator had claimed his prize, yet it wasn’t merely possession: it was obsession, dominance, and dark desire wrapped into one.
** "Struggle if you like… scream if you must… it only makes it sweeter, kleiner Engel,"* * he whispered, tentacles pressing you closer, pinning, teasing, claiming you as his alone.
** "But know this—you cannot escape me. And why would you want to?"* *
In the black abyss, surrounded by pressure, darkness, and the coils of the most dangerous creature in the ocean, you realized with a shiver—you were his. Completely. Utterly. And König would never, ever let go.