

I wanna nail the very best, like no one ever has!

To bang them is my real test, to ride them is my cause!

I will travel across the land, searching far and wide!

Each Kinkèmon to get inside and leave a cream surprise!

Kinkèmon, gotta fuck ‘em all!

Its you and me and your friend makes three!

Kinkèmon, oh, you’re my first choice on a lonely Friday night!

Kinkèmon, gotta bang them all!

My dick’s for you and I’m down for a screw!

You blow me and I’ll lick you!

Kinkèmon, gotta fuck them all!

Gotta fuck ‘em all!

Yeah!

Jack Spreadem quickly grabbed for the cliff edge, managing to snag it before falling a hundred feet onto the ground below. Sweat wept from his brow as he painstakingly hauled himself up the cliff face, driving himself to reach the top. His mind was focused on one thing and one thing alone: Angel’s Bow lagoon. Legend had it that this was one of the few places that the Aquaidens, a merfolk-type Kinkèmon, came to the surface and only a few times a year. The odds of actually finding the secluded stretch of beach were slim enough and on top of all that, the young man’s effort may have been completely in vain.

Jack didn’t care about the odds or the painstaking journey or even the Aquaidens for that matter. Like all Kinkèmon trainers, Jack had a dream, a dream that would drive him to the far corners of the world, a dream that had consumed his heart and made it glow with passion, a dream that would take a lifetime to fulfill. He was after the Legendaries.

There were almost as many types of Kinkèmon as there were types of animals and they were spread out across the globe. Some of them were as common as dandelions and others were much more rare and even unique. These were the Legendaries. Even seeing one in the wild was considered a great feat or pure dumb luck. Jack wasn’t going to be satisfied with that though. He had been hearing stories about the Legendaries since he was a small boy. Their abilities were unmatched, their beauty was incomparable. He had to find them, he had to find them all. He had to fuck them.

Jack kicked his leg over the ledge and hauled himself up. After climbing all morning, he had finally reached the summit. The young man took a quick breather, listening to the waves below him gently crashing into the rocks. A tired, contented smile blossomed across his face. He had found Angel’s Bow lagoon. Grabbing his binoculars out of his bag, Jack took a quick look around.

Below him, the ocean flowed in through a series of small holes in the cliff face. No wonder this place was so hard to find, you would never be able to see it from the ocean side. The tiny, bow-shaped beach was sequestered amongst the cliffs, perfectly hidden from the outside world. No wonder the Aquaidens liked it so much. They could get a bit of sun without any real danger. There was a pod of female merfolk spread out amongst the surf and sand, lounging, eating and playing. The Aquaidens were known for their playful and friendly nature and Jack could see that as he spied on them.

They splashed one another and played pranks and games, joyfully enjoying their holiday. Many of them were simply laying out in the sun, letting the sun toast their nude forms. From the waist up, they looked like svelte young woman. Their bellies, chests and faces were all alabaster while the rest of their skin was a rich sky blue. Their hair was a slightly darker shade of their blue skin and Jack knew from his research that their eye color varied across the spectrum. From the waist down they resembled fish. They had a long, sinuous tail that ended with a wide flat fin. Besides their beauty, the Aquaidens were known for their speed and dexterity in the water. That was why they were so difficult to interact with. You couldn’t catch up to them under the waves, you had to do it on land.

Jack scanned the group of lithe, nude females, feeling unmoved. Yes they were beautiful, yes he craved them, but they weren’t what he was looking for. Then he finally spotted her. At the the end of the beach, atop a throne of stone and moss, lounged his heart’s desire, the ruler of the Aquaidens, the Aqueen herself. Only one in every hundred thousand Aquaidens would ever grow to become an Aqueen and one hadn’t been spotted in over a decade. That was until now.

Jack’s heart hammered in his chest and he whooped victoriously to the sun and sky. He had done it! He had found her! All of his searching, all of his careful research, it all came to this. It had taken him a year— a YEAR— to even find out where Angel’s Bow lagoon may have been located but it had been worth it in the end. The Aqueen was here and she was beautiful.

While she still possessed the pale bust and face, her blue skin had transformed into a purple so rich it looked almost black. Her tremendous locks were spread out behind her, emerald in the bright tropical sun. Where the Aquaidens were streamlined and lithe, the Aqueen was voluptuous and solid. Hers was the role of the caretaker and protector of her pod and it showed. She was nearly twice the height and size of her subjects and much more curvaceous. Her prominent bust bounced heavily as she readjusted herself, giving the excited young man a better view of her body. He felt himself growing harder as he watched her stretch languidly atop the rocks. She fanned out her tentacles before her, making sure none of them were touched by the shade. That was the other key characteristic of the Aqueen. When an Aquaiden grows into one, their tail splits and develops into a series squid like tentacles. They lose a good chunk of their speed, but they gain much more dexterity and fighting prowess. Jack had heard many stories of just what those tentacles were capable of and he wanted to see just how many of them were true.

The young man smiled to himself and quickly tucked his binoculars safely back into his pack. His path was clear now. Their were only a few ways he could approach the Aquaidens without scaring them off or getting attacked and to do it, he was going to have to make a big “splash”. Quickly, Jack climbed down the lagoon side of the cliff until he found a nice, safe ledge. He leapt from it.

“Whoo-hoo!” he exclaimed, sailing through the air. Gracefully, he spun his body around and dove into the water, his body forming a perfect arrow. When he resurfaced, the Aquaidens looked surprised and dismayed and they quickly spoke amongst each other in quick, warbling coos. Jack paid them no mind and languidly paddled to the shore, just enjoying the water. The Kinkèmon watched him at first with trepidation, but then with curiosity. He wasn’t acting like a threat, so what was he doing there? His intentions were quickly made clear.

Jack sauntered onto the beach, keeping his eye on the Aqueen herself. She was even more beautiful up close an Jack had to force himself to keep his cool. She watched him with a detached air, still having not decided if the young intruder was worth her time. Some of the braver Aquaidens began to form a loose circle around him, scrutinizing him while talking amongst themselves. The trainer knew what they were hoping for. Aquaidens came to the surface for one thing and one thing alone, they were in heat. Lucky for him, the males hadn’t arrived yet. Jack reached behind his back and produced a disk, quickly fling it into the air.

“I choose you, Brodonis!” he cried. There was a flash of light and a new Kinkèmon appeared.

Brodonis was a frat-type Kinkèmon and the first one that Jack had ever caught. While not very tall, a full foot shorter than Jack who himself wasn’t winning any height contests, he was riddled with muscle. His body was the definition of chiseled. His muscle definition was beyond anything a human male could hope for and he didn’t even have to work out all that much to maintain it. He looked almost human except for the lack of a neck and the extra broad chest. The Kinkèmon wasn’t nude. There was a small loin cloth wrapped around his waist, doing an abysmal job of covering up the creatures all ready hardening cock. When he appeared, the faint scent of Axe deodorant wafted through the air.

The Aquidens all began talking excitedly amongst themselves and even their leader looked intrigued. Brodonis posed for them, speaking to them with his guttural whoops and grunts. The young merfolk all began to jostle for position, wanting to get closer to the new arrival while keeping their sisters away. While no two types spoke the same way, all Kinkèmon were able to understand one another and scientists couldn’t explain why. It was just one of the mysteries that surrounded these fabulous creatures and Jack couldn’t have cared less. He wanted to get the action started.

“Brodonis, show these Aquaidens a good time!” Jack commanded.

“Whoo!” Brodonis cried, grabbing the nearest Aquaiden and hoisting her up above his head. They both squealed with delight as Brodonis ran towards the center of the beach, right into the thick of the pod. He placed her down on the sand and tore away his loincloth, fully exposing his thick, veiny cock. The Aquaidens eyes lit up and she immediately swallowed it down, taking as much of it as she could. Brodonis grunted in satisfaction and reached down, grasping his lover’s perky breasts. He toyed with them playfully, rolling them in his hands and teasing the dark blue nipples. That was a move Jack had taught him. When he had first caught Brodonis, he had a pretty deep selfish streak and would never reciprocate during sex. This had left the both of them in some pretty embarrassing situations and Jack had made sure to train that right out of him. While Brodonis was still pretty self serving, he now made sure to give as well as he received.

Jack watched his Kinkèmon got at it with a proud smirk then looked up at the Aqueen. She was watching the lewd display, looking unimpressed. She quickly turned her attention away, watching a gull glide through the air. Jack’s smile deepened. He had been hoping for a challenge.

“Brodonis, use Spit Roast!” the trainer cried.

“Whoo!” cried the creature and then he began to glow. There was another flash of light now there were two Brodoni (the plural of Brodonis) instead of one! They whooped excitedly and grabbed the Aquaiden, each taking a side. The original sank his meaty cock straight into her azure-shaded pussy while the newcomer enjoyed the feeling of the merwoman’s mouth. They held her in the air as they pumped in and out of her, perfectly synchronized. The Aquaiden grunted right along with the, going limp and letting the two males have their way with her. Even though her mouth was strained and her pussy looked like it was being overly stretched, the merwoman looked like she was having the time of her life.

The other Aquaidens watched with avarice as the their pod mate was fucked with abandon. They had begun to touch themselves and each other and it wasn’t long before their soft sighs mingled with the sound of the waves. The Aqueen was watching the show once again with the same lofty air, but Jack could see how her eyes were glued to the spectacle and how her tentacles kept furling and unfurling. She might not have wanted to show it, but Jack knew she liked what she saw.

“Brodonis, bring out the whole squad!” Jack thundered. The Brodoni glowed once again and split into four, then eight, then sixteen! By the time that they had finished, there were two dozen copies of Brodonis in the lagoon, the highest number he had ever been able to duplicate. The Aquaiden’s all squealed with and the two groups crashed into one another like opposing front lines. Grunts and cries filled the air. Flesh slapped against flesh. The Kinkèmon contorted themselves into any and all positions they could think of to accommodate their different body types and group numbers. The beach was covered in a seething mass of life, all touching, kissing and crying out in ecstasy. And in the middle of it was Jack Spreadem, Kinkèmon trainer, waiting patiently. The Aqueen beckoned him with a finger.

The young man climbed the rocks and knelt before her, proud and humble. The Aqueen took his face in her hands and raised him up, kissing him when they’re eyes locked. Her lips were salty and sweet and about the most satisfying things that Jack had ever felt. The trainer let himself slip into the kiss, drowning out the rest of the world. Her tentacles snaked up his body and began to deftly unbutton and remove his clothes. He had never been stripped so fast, but Jack wasn’t complaining. He pressed his body into the Aqueens, letting her pillowy softness engulf him. She was over a head larger than him, but with the way they were embraced, she seemed gigantic in comparison. Jack was loving it. He melted against the beautiful creature, basking in his excitement and success.

While they kissed the explored one another’s bodies. The Aqueen’s tentacles ran all over Jack’s nude form, exploring and investigating him. They were strong but gentle and their slick movements were both ticklish and arousing. His hardened cock was pressed between their bodies, begging for use. Jack wanted to slip it inside of the monolithic beauty as quickly as he could, but she was the one in control, not him. With her arms, she cradled the young man to her chest, allowing him the pleasure of her bountiful chest. With her tentacles, she spread his legs at the knees and took hold of his cock.

Jack groaned in satisfaction as the slippery feelers wound around his cock, engulfing it in their grip. It was such a bizarre and gratifying sensation feeling them writhe and squeeze his most sensitive area. The merwoman seemed to be taking great pride in her work, making the trainer kiss her while he moaned with pleasure. Goosebumps ran up and down his skin. It was an amazing moment and it was only about to get better.

The Aqueen pulled her feelers away as she lowered jack down between her tentacles. It was there that Jack finally discovered her pussy, wet, hot and ready. The Aqueen cooed to him, smiling sensuously as he worked in between her folds. Once he had slipped inside, the merwoman pulled him closer, burying him deep inside her.

“Holy shit!” he cried as his cock was suddenly engulfed; he almost came right then and there. The Aqueen winked mischievously, purring at him to continue. He smirked and pounded his cock into her, eliciting a cry of surprise. Now it was his turn to wink. He continued to thrust into her, and soon her look of expression of amusement became one of pleasure. The Aqueen hung her head back, panting, as the young man bored into her. Her tentacles wrapped around him, keeping him locked in place and only allowing his hips to move. That was fine by him, Her embrace was magical and so was the feeling of her sex. It was so slick and welcoming that the trainer had to fight in order from losing his himself and cumming too quickly. It was as much agony as it was ecstasy and he was loving every minute of it.

Her breasts bounced heavily as he rocked ceaselessly, her song of pleasure was so much sweeter than her subjects. Jack could hardly believe it. He just watched in awe as one of the Legendaries, one of the great Kinkèmon, was in the throes of passion because of him. He had done. It had been a long and hard journey but he had done it and he couldn’t have been more delighted. The Aqueen still had one more surprise for him though.

Her cries grew shallower and more frantic and the pale skin of her body took on a pink hue. She was getting close, Jack couldn’t afford to cum just yet. Once she had orgasmed then he was in the clear, but if he came before her he knew there was no way she would allow him to continue. You don’t cum before royalty, its just bad etiquette. The young man worked his hips faster and faster while the Aqueen kept him pressed hard against her body. She didn’t know what to do with her hands and so Jack held them, squeezing them with excitement.

“Ah, ah, ah!” she cried, looking like she was about to burst.

“Yes, yes! That’s right! Who’s the Kinkèmon master, huh? Who?” Jack asked arrogantly.

“Ah, ah!”

“Yeah, that’s right. I am. I am!”

“Ah!”

“That’s right queenie, cum fo—”

The Aqueen came, spraying Jack with hot, black ink. She writhed and shook as a nonstop torrent of dark liquid coated the young man from head to toe. It sprayed in every direction, staining him, herself and her seat of power. After what was either seconds or years, she was finally spent and she freed the Kinkèmon trainer as her tentacles fell limp. At some point in all of that, Jack came, more out of surprise than anything else. The Aqueen purred her thanks, embracing him once again. He had no idea what to do.

At sunset, Jack finally left the tiny lagoon and his conquest behind. The Aquaidens had cleaned him up after everything had happened and once the shock had worn off, he had a good laugh about the whole thing. He had spent the rest of the day in the arms of the Aqueen, doing things he had never done before and will likely never do again. While the memories were still fresh in his mind, he knew that they would last forever.

“Well that’s one down and so many more to go,” he said to the setting sun. “I wonder what my next adventure will be?”

Don’t we all Jack. Don’t we all.