Too scarred to be a pleasure slave, Connor expects to be sold to the mines. When he's purchased by a rich man he thinks it's a reprieve. It's anything but. The man has another slave, something exotic and dangerous and half-human, and Connor has to make it behave... Or else. Can he tame the creature, or is there a way out- for both of them?
Warning: this 17400 word story contains explicit gay sex, xenophilia, breath play, whipping, slavery, mermen, and violence.
Excerpt for adults only:
Cold seems to radiate from Harun's skin like he's made of ice. It feels wonderful against his damaged skin, and Connor leans into it before he realizes what he's doing. Harun's hand stays in place on his lower back, and it's only after a minute that Connor realizes they might as well be cuddling. Harun is looking down at him with curiosity. His lips part to speak, and then Harun's mouth is on his.
Connor's eyes go wide. He's too stunned to react; Harun's mouth is as cool as the rest of him. He tastes like salt. When his tongue-tip presses against Connor's lip Connor groans, and Harun laughs low in response. It's only then that Connor has the presence of mind to push back, breaking the kiss. "You- what? What are you-?"
"You said it yourself," Harun says, low and husky, "time is limited. Take advantage of what you have."
"I don't think Sayyid Zaman would want-"
"Do you see him here? No?" He catches Connor's bottom lip in a sucking kiss, and tugs at it delicately with his jagged shark's teeth. Connor can feel every point of pressure, but they don't break the skin. "I don't care what he wants."
Harun's hand slides under Connor's waistband to cup his ass and drag him closer. Harun is strong; Connor's practically in the other man's lap before he realizes what's happening, and this time he's close enough to see it when Harun looks down at him with predatory intent. He's straddling that muscular fish-tail, and it seems so much more substantial now that he's touching it. He puts his hands on it, feels the delicate network of scales.