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“Foolish creature, hear my words. From this moment forth, your undersea life shall be stripped away. No longer shall you swim freely beneath the waves. Only when another hand forces you and your life belongs to the waves, shall you regain what you have lost. The land shall be your prison, and the sea your unattainable desire. Let this curse bind you until the end of your days!” She extended her hand, holding him firmly in her invisible grasp while crushing his throat. His gills were obstructed, causing him to let out a piercing scream.
"No! Please, I beg you, undo this magic! I cannot bear to lose my home. The water is my very essence!" Steve begged desperately, clawing at his throat in a desperate attempt to make his pleas heard in the dark depths of the cave.
The sea witch's menacing laughter caused a sob to tear from his chest, his arms growing weary under her hold, his magic slipping away as his life trembled under her piercing gaze. "Your pleas fall on deaf ears, merman. The curse has been cast, and its grip is unbreakable. Experience the pain of longing, the ache of separation, as you wander the land, forever yearning for the sea that is now out of your reach.”
“Watch what you wish for, little fin.”
Steve jolted awake, his heart racing and his breaths coming in gasps. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as the memory of his banishment flooded his mind again. The witch's cruel laughter echoed in his ears, taunting him even in his sleep.
Rubbing his temples, Steve tried to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. But the pain of longing and separation lingered in his heart, an ever-present ache. He couldn't bear the weight of those memories.
Taking a deep breath, Steve forced himself out of bed and approached the window. He gazed out at the moonlit ocean in the distance, its shimmering waves a constant reminder of what he had lost.
Leaning against the cold glass, Steve made a silent vow. He would find a way to break the curse, to once again feel the embrace of the sea after years of exile. Determination surged through his veins as he whispered to himself, "I will return to where I belong. No matter what."
Some days, the pulsating magic beneath Steve's skin served as a painful reminder of the life he had lost. He looked down at his hands, now adorned with long, agile fingers instead of the webbed and scaled ones he once had. Unable to reclaim his former self, he turned to drawing as a way to preserve the memories of his past life—the vibrant hues of his scales, and the graceful movement of his tail as it danced under the sun's warm embrace.
During the first year of his confinement, Steve had descended into madness.
His attempts to resurrect his old life were pitiful, and he had been left to adapt to a new existence without any guidance. Alone in this unfamiliar world, Steve wondered if his friends and family knew his fate. He questioned whether his reckless nature and lack of self-preservation growing up with the privilege of invisibility the crown provided had led people to believe that the flaky prince had met an untimely end.
That first summer, he planned to escape his torment by walking into the dark waters, hoping to be swallowed by the depths. But as the night passed, he found himself washed ashore with the morning tides, his desperate attempt unsuccessful.
Despite his efforts, nothing brought him any closer to the sea. Each time he tried to swim, float, or even dive beneath the waves, he was forced to resurface once his lungs ran out of oxygen.
It took him months to gather the courage to attempt it again.
Steve stood at the edge of the cliff, gazing out at the crashing waves and inhaling the salty scent of the sea. His heart ached with a potent mix of longing and desperation. Every fiber of his being yearned to plunge into the depths, to once again be enveloped by the embrace of the water.
However, the curse imprisoned him on land, and the memories of his underwater life haunted him. He had become a solitary figure, living in isolation on a remote island, mistrustful of others. The only solace he found was in the distant sounds of passing ships during the lonely nights.
Trembling, Steve whispered into the wind, "I yearn for freedom. Freedom from the affliction that shackles me to this land. But please, let this wish be different. May it grant me the liberation I seek without further loss or sacrifice."
Fear tightened its grip on his heart as he uttered his wish, uncertain of the potential consequences. Yet deep down, he knew he must take the risk. The thought of eternal captivity on land, forever severed from the life he once cherished, was unbearable.
As his words dispersed on the ocean breeze, carried away by its gentle caress, Steve closed his eyes and held his breath, waiting for a sign of hope that his plea had been heard.
The air was warm, and the sun shone brightly when Steve ventured through the forest, exploring an unfamiliar area of the island. The dense foliage formed a natural canopy above, casting beautiful patterns of light and shadow on the ground. As he followed a narrow path, the gentle sound of running water caught his attention, drawing him closer.
Intrigued, Steve followed the melodic sound until he arrived at the edge of a crystal-clear stream. The sunlight danced upon the water, creating a mesmerizing display of shimmering ripples. And there, seated at the stream's bank, was a figure that took Steve's breath away.
Long, dark hair cascaded down their back, contrasting beautifully against their pale, flawless skin. The stranger sat with an air of tranquility, their presence exuding an ethereal grace. Steve couldn't tear his gaze away from the captivating sight before him.
As he approached, his footsteps muffled by the soft carpet of moss, the stranger turned to meet his gaze. Their eyes met, and time seemed to stand still for a moment. Steve felt a magnetic pull as if an invisible thread connected them.
"Hello," Steve greeted, his voice barely a whisper, unsure if this encounter was a mere figment of his imagination.
The beautiful man smiled, a mischievous curve of their lips that held an air of seduction. "Greetings," he replied, his voice as smooth as silk. "You seem lost, wanderer."
Steve nodded, captivated by the stranger's alluring presence. "Indeed, I am. This island holds many secrets, and I find myself discovering new parts of it every day."
The man's eyes, stormy blue like the sea, sparkled with a playful glint. "And what brings you to this part of the forest? Is it the irresistible allure of the babbling brook or the enchantment of the surroundings?”
Steve's gaze was drawn back to the stream, where the water flowed with an enticing grace. "Maybe a bit of both," he confessed, a hint of desire playing at the corners of his lips. "Something is captivating about the sound of water and the enchanting tranquility it brings.”
The beautiful man nodded, a tantalizing smirk forming on his lips. "Water has a way of calling to our souls, doesn't it? It casts an irresistible web, drawing in those who dare to embrace its power," Steve couldn't tear his gaze away as he watched long fingers run through the dark mane. "It can ignite a fire within us, a passion that cannot be quenched.”
A sensual connection was forming between Steve and the mysterious stranger, a bond that went beyond an initial meeting between strangers. "Yes, it does," Steve replied, sensing something was amiss, a long-forgotten alarm rang in his mind. "Water has always been an integral part of me, even though I can no longer immerse myself in its embrace.”
The stranger's gaze grew more intense, a subtle hint of seduction shining through. "Sometimes, the things we desire the most are the ones that seem just out of our reach. But perhaps, in the most thrilling of ways, our deepest desires have a way of finding us again.”
SSteve's heart races as a surge of passion ignites within him. The stranger's gaze meets Steve's, their connection growing stronger, an unseen tether anchoring in his chest.
With a smile, the man asks, "Tell me, wanderer, what is your name?" Their voice holds both curiosity and intrigue.
Captivated by the stranger's charm, Steve's heart skips a beat. After a brief hesitation, he answers, "I am Steve. And you, my beautiful stranger, what shall I call you?"
The stranger's smile widens, their eyes shimmering with mystery. "You may call me Bucky," they reply, their voice filled with fervor and temptation.
Steve's heart raced as a powerful connection forged between them, transcending the boundaries of mere chance. The mystical forest seemed to fade into insignificance, consumed by the intensity of his focus on Bucky. A palpable sense of anticipation hung in the air, as if their meeting held the promise of something extraordinary. Steve couldn't shake the feeling that their encounter was not a coincidence but rather the deliberate workings of a higher power, intertwining their fates in a tapestry of desire and destiny.
Bucky's hungry gaze swept over Steve's body, his eyes reflecting a deep understanding of the longing and ache that consumed him. "I can feel your yearning, the void left by what you've lost," he whispered, his voice laced with irresistible temptation. "But fret not, lovely. Perhaps I could be of assistance.”
“Oh?” Steve felt heat bloom across his cheeks. “How so?”
“Come closer," Bucky curled a finger, beckoning Steve nearer as the octave of his voice dropped. “For I can offer you a taste of what you desire.”
Steve's breath caught in his throat, a blend of fascination and trepidation coursing through his veins. Those simple words stirred something deep within him, awakening a dormant fire that burned with increasing intensity. He felt simultaneously captivated and apprehensive, his mind filled with uncertainty about what potential consequences could await him.
Steve couldn't help but feel an overwhelming surge of curiosity as he found himself bewitched by Bucky's mesmerizing eyes. Their connection felt inexplicably intense, something beyond Bucky's stunning ethereal appearance. He glanced down at his feet, uncertainty weighing heavily on his mind. Unaware, Steve had unconsciously closed the distance between them, but a sense of caution held him back.
Memories of the last deal he made, the one that had cost him everything soured the agreement on his lips.
"Tell me, Bucky," Steve began, his voice filled with a mix of wonder, "do you possess... magic?”
An enigmatic smile played on Bucky's lips as he reached up, deliberately exposing a glimpse of his chiseled physique as he tucked a stray lock of his dark hair behind his ear. Steve's breath hitched in his throat, his heart pounding with desire and trepidation. The raw power that emanated from Bucky's very being was palpable, hinting at a depth of mysticism and mystery that sent shivers down Steve's spine.
With a flicker of mischief dancing in his piercing eyes, Bucky responded, "Magic, you say? Hmm. How about you let me show you just how enchanting my tricks can be.”
“What do you require in return?” Steve asked, his lungs squeezing.
As Bucky inched closer, a magnetic pull drawing them together, Steve felt an electric charge fill the air. The world around them seemed to fade into insignificance as Steve found himself uncontrollably drawn to the water's edge, his gaze locked onto Bucky's captivating presence. “You.”
“Me….you want me?” His voice barely above a whisper, Steve's lips trembled with anticipation as he asked, "May I—?"
With a hunger that mirrored Steve's own, Bucky's dark gaze bore an unspoken promise of pleasure and danger into Steve’s soul.
But just as Steve was about to voice his next question, Bucky cunningly deflected, redirecting the conversation to a more intimate proximity. His voice dripped with a seductive undertone as he whispered, "But enough about me. Let's delve into the depths of your desires, Steven. Allow me to reveal the forbidden wonders that lie within your grasp."
With trepidation in his voice, Steve breathed, "Show me what lies beyond the surface. Grant me the desires you see that consume me." He whined. “Please.”
Steve took a cautious step closer to Bucky, drawn in by an irresistible force tugging at his soul. In an instant, Bucky's strong arms coiled around Steve's waist, pulling him into a sinister embrace. With an unnerving grace, Bucky hoisted Steve up and placed him on a jagged rock, the sharp edges digging into his flesh. As Bucky's fingers skated along Steve's arm, leaving a trail of electric sensations mingled with pain, Steve made a choice. He opted to surrender to the seductive allure of the unknown, to embrace the intoxicating pull of fascination, even if it meant risking his sanity and everything he had left.
Bucky straddled Steve's lap, their bodies entwining in a macabre dance of desire. Their eyes locked, an amalgamation of burning lust and agonizing longing reflected in their gaze. Without a shred of hesitation, Bucky descended upon Steve, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, his teeth sharp and biting his lips in a way that bordered on cruel.
Steve willingly succumbed to the sinister blend of pleasure and torment, fully aware that this encounter would irrevocably alter the course of his fate—a descent into a realm of twisted liberation that could only be attained at the cost of his very essence.
In a frenzied rush, Bucky unfastened Steve's trousers and stripped him, sending a wave of excitement coursing through Steve's veins. Bucky's hands slid down Steve's body, tracing every dip of his skin with a feather-light touch that sent shivers racing across Steve's flesh.
As Bucky's fingers danced over Steve's skin, he felt the familiar tingle of electricity tingle his limbs. His heart thundered in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Steve could feel Bucky's heat radiating against his own, the two of them melding together like a pair of magnets, each desperate for the other's touch.
With a low growl, Bucky broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Steve's neck, nipping at the sensitive skin with a gentle bite. Steve moaned, his head falling back against the rock as Bucky's mouth continued its descent, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
As Bucky's tongue traced the curve of Steve's ear, he whispered, "I want to see what lies beneath your armor, beneath your skin, beneath your soul, and it is ambrosia, sweet Prince. I want to explore every inch, every blemish and imperfection of you.”
He paused, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I want to devour you."
Bucky's words sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through Steve's body, arousal surging through his veins. He could feel his pulse quickening, his heart beating faster than ever before. Bucky's lips moved lower, tracing the line of Steve's jaw, his fingers sliding down his chest, tracing the outline of his muscles. Steve's breath caught in his throat as Bucky's tongue flicked out, teasing the tip of his nipple, sending a wave of pleasure crashing through him like the water lapping at the rockbed.
He could feel Bucky's breath against his skin, his lips brushing against his chest, his fingers tracing the lines of his body. Steve's eyes fluttered closed as he let himself sink into the moment, letting go of all his inhibitions and giving himself completely to Bucky.
Bucky's lips moved lower, his tongue tracing the line of Steve's stomach, his fingers sliding down his hips, his fingertips tracing the curve of his ass. Steve's breath caught as he felt Bucky's tongue slide lower, his lips brushing against the curls at the base of his cock.
Steve's eyes flew open as he felt lips wrap around his cock, the wet heat of a tongue sliding over the tip, bucking into the sensation. He could feel Bucky's hands on his hips, fingers digging into Steve’s flesh, Bucky’s tongue sliding up and down his length, kiss swollen lips suckling gently.
His body trembled as he felt Bucky's tongue start to explore his most private intimate area, Bucky’s lips wrapping around his balls, fingers sliding between Steve’s legs, the brunt pressure of a thumb rubbing against his perineum.
“Yes, that’s it, show me your secrets.” Bucky coaxed, looking up at Steve with dark eyes. “Warm my belly with your seed, your highness.”
Steve groaned, his hips bucking against Bucky's face, cock throbbing in Bucky's wet heat. "Yes, yes, yes," he panted, his body trembling.
Steve came, his body tightening before his muscles relaxed.
The world around them dissolved into a haze of darkness as their connection deepened, igniting an inferno within their souls.
Steve was brought out of the haze of his orgasm when he felt himself moving. His eyes widened in awe as he watched Bucky's ethereal transformation unfold before him as cool water lapped at his feet.
The beautiful man's features shifted, his body elongating and morphing into a majestic creature that was only whispers of the sea. Black and emerald shimmering scales replaced pale smooth skin, and a long, flowing mane of dark seaweed-like hair cascaded down his back and over his shoulders. Bucky's eyes, once stormy blue, now glowed almost white with an otherworldly luminescence.
“Bucky….you’re magnificent.” Entranced by the mesmerizing sight, Steve reached out, his fingers trembling as they made contact with Bucky's now sleek and powerful form.
The connection between them remained unbroken as Bucky, in his kelpie form, slowly backed into the water, his eyes never leaving Steve's. His voice whispers from the waves, directly into Steve’s ear. “I will be your last.”
Steve felt a profound sense of powerlessness, his limbs heavy and immobile. Yet, he couldn't help but wrap his arms tightly around Bucky's broad shoulders, his heart pounding. Steve’s grip on Bucky tightened as the water embraced them, drawing them deeper into its depths, silently expressing his trust and surrender.
Together, they delved into the unknown, the weight of the curse and the ache of longing momentarily forgotten. Steve marveled at the muted colors that danced around them in the growing darkness, the gentle caress of the currents, and the elegant beauty of the waves.
They spiraled deeper into the depths, the water seemed to hold them in a tender embrace, whispering secrets and promises of freedom. Steve marveled at the way Bucky effortlessly moved through the water, his body undulating in perfect harmony with the currents. It was a dance of elegance and grace, a testament to his kelpie’s innate connection with the water.
In Bucky's arms, surrounded by the vastness of the waves, he felt a sense of belonging that he had thought long lost. The water, once a painful reminder of his separation, now cradled him with a feeling of homecoming.
In seconds, they ventured deeper into the unknown, Steve let go of his fears and embraced the unfamiliar. He surrendered himself to the currents, allowing the water to carry him and guide him toward a destiny intertwined with Bucky's.
The world above faded into the distance as they continued their descent, their bodies merging with the ever-changing currents. Steve closed his eyes. As the water completely enveloped them, they sank deeper in sight of the water's bottom, their connection growing stronger. Steve tightly held onto Bucky's shoulders, silently promising to never let go.
Taking his final breath, Steve felt his heart slow, and his lungs grow heavy. The world around him grew darker, preparing for what lay ahead.
In that moment of coldness, he released his human form, his body transforming and merging with the water surrounding him. His life force gone with no regrets.
Steve's eyes fluttered open as if emerging from a dream.
The darkness faded away, revealing a vibrant aquatic panorama. It was a kaleidoscope of blue and green sea glass, a breathtaking sight that captivated the senses. Steve felt the sway and power of his glorious tail, the water gliding against his shimmering scales with a gentle swoosh. It was a sensation he had longed for. Steve beamed at the beautiful creature swaying in front of him, Bucky’s eyes glowing.
Steve had finally found his way back to where he truly belonged, embracing his essence. The sea witch's words, no longer brought him agony.
"Only when another hand forces you and your life belongs to the waves, shall you regain what you have lost."
In the darkness of the depths, he discovered solace, freedom, and a devotion that surpassed the boundaries of land and sea, life and death, and magic and fantasy.
At long last, Steve was free.