A Fleeting Moment in the Abyss

The statue of the Daughter of the Abyss had somehow become the Daughter of the Abyss herself. Where there should have been cold, hard stone, soft, plush breasts now filled my vision. I looked up at her face in confusion, still trying to process what had happened while I was sucking on her nipple. She gazed down at me with a gentle, maternal smile.

I startled at the sudden change and took a step back.

“Yeah, but it’s still good to see you.”

We stared into each other’s eyes for a long time. Then a question popped into my head.

“How did I get here?”

This was definitely not the bathroom where I’d been worshipping the statue. It was the same ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠luminous deep-sea space I’d visited before, filled with glowing jellyfish drifting through the water. The biggest difference was that the Daughter of the Abyss, who had been seated on a throne-like structure last time, now stood to greet me, clearly delighted by my presence.

Hmm. I didn’t really understand. The Daughter of the Abyss gave a soft chuckle at my puzzled expression.

“You’re still incredibly beautiful.”

With an expression as warm and nurturing as the sea that gives birth to all life, the Daughter of the Abyss opened her arms to me. Almost hypnotized, I stepped forward, wrapped her in an embrace, and kissed her at the same time.

I felt her perfect breasts compress softly against my chest as our tongues tangled together.

The kiss was passionate, obscene, and impossibly clinging. It had been a while since our last meeting, so I returned it with equal fervor, my hands greedily exploring the supple curves of her ass.

The moment I touched it, my fingers sank in only to be pushed back by its perfect elasticity. My cock swelled until it felt like it couldn’t get any harder.

“It’s not a tentacle. It’s my cock.”

She obviously knew the word, but she was teasing me on purpose. Then again, since it usually went all soft and squirmy trying to slip inside holes, maybe “tentacle” wasn’t entirely inaccurate.

“...Yes.”

The moment I answered honestly, she chuckled again, released the embrace, lifted me effortlessly, and took my cock into her mouth. Only then did I realize that only my body had been transported; I was completely naked. Well, not entirely. The bracelet that doubled as armor—the Abyss Lord’s Combat Gear she had given me—still encircled my wrist.

“Khhuu!”

Her mouth was pure narcotic bliss. The inside felt like hundreds of suction cups pulling me in at once. The pleasure was so intense my hips nearly gave out.

But she held my ass in an iron grip. I couldn’t escape even if I wanted to. Like prey caught by a predator, I could only surrender my cock to her.

It felt like she was sucking the cum straight from my balls. Semen surged out like piss, the ecstasy so overwhelming my vision went white.

“Hah… hah… If you practice any more, I might actually lose my mind from how good it feels.”

After experiencing that overwhelming pleasure, I burned with the need to repay her. I spread her legs and buried my face between them. Just as she had said, her pussy was overflowing with thick, sticky nectar.

Like a butterfly drawn to honey, I pressed my tongue to her folds and licked and sucked with wild abandon. The deepest nectar that flowed from her was impossibly sweet, addictive like real honey. I forgot all about technique and simply devoured her.

She moaned sweetly even though I was only licking. The sound brought me back to my senses. I mobilized every erotic technique I knew, assaulting her pussy with both tongue and fingers.

Her thighs trembled and began to squeeze my head. Being trapped between those soft, perfect thighs was an incredible feeling in itself.

I kept using the advanced caressing techniques from the Black Labyrinth Art until her toes spread wide and shook violently. The reaction told me she had reached orgasm. When her thighs went limp, I pulled my head free and slid my tentacle—no, my cock—into her thoroughly prepared pussy.

“Kuh!”

The pleasure was so intense I moaned without thinking. Her inner walls writhed and sucked me in, sending brain-melting ecstasy through every nerve.

“Your pussy feels just as incredible. It’s unbelievably good.”

“It feels so good I’m not sure I can hold back enough to truly enjoy it.”

Even though her blowjob had drained me so thoroughly I thought every drop of fluid in my body was gone, the urge to cum came surging back almost immediately. She must have felt just as good, because she was already climbing toward climax despite my relatively few thrusts.

“Kuh…! Kh!”

With her loving confession, I erupted violently inside her. Semen surged like lava, flooding her completely. Her pussy clamped down greedily, refusing to let even a single drop escape despite being underwater.

Even after I pulled out, not a trace of cloudy semen leaked. She was clearly keeping it all inside through some mysterious power. Noticing my stare, she smiled softly.

“I can give you as much as you want.”

“Then… can I give you more of that precious thing?”

In answer, she spread her legs wide and used both hands to part her glistening folds.

Her irresistible pheromones had already made me hard again. I pressed my glans against her spread entrance and drove deep inside.

Chasing pleasure and boundless love, we merged again and again as though time had no meaning. How long had it been? Eventually she stroked my cheek and whispered.

She was probably referring to slowing down real-world time, just like when we first became one on that island. Even after ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠all that, I still hungered for her body, but I could feel the strain. I wasn’t immortal. My body was starting to reach its limit.

“I’ll see you again, right?”

Most people would find “you can never escape me” terrifying. But I wasn’t most people, so it only filled me with warmth.

“I was going to offer it as tribute anyway.”

From her tone, even the existence of the statue seemed slightly mortifying to her.

Honestly, what kind of father commissions a nude statue of his own daughter the moment she’s born? And one that lactates once every hundred years… Even by the incomprehensible standards of the Abyss, it was pretty weird.

The Daughter of the Abyss produced the brooch Aris had bought for me at the New York antique shop.

When had she taken it and upgraded it? Incredible. I hadn’t even brought it with me today…

The normal options hadn’t changed much, but “greatly increases luck” was a significant upgrade, and the new set effect was even better. Treating every place as sea probably meant the luck bonus would be active at all times.

“Thank you. I’ll use it well.”

Wait, we’re parting with a request for snacks instead of something more dramatic? At my thanks, she simply smiled as if it were nothing and asked for sweets.

Maybe from her perspective our separation lasted only an instant, so this was her way of staying connected. Her figure and the sea of jellyfish gradually blurred, overlapping with the bathroom I had been sitting in.

Before I knew it, I was back in my own world. The statue I had been holding was gone. Instead, the Deep Sea’s Grace brooch I had left in my carrier was now in my hand.

I pinned the brooch to the collar of my Hawaiian shirt and stood up. That was when a translucent window appeared before my eyes.