Notte

Tide

Added 2025-07-09 08:00:08 +0000 UTC

The ocean cradled him gently, its warmth soft against his scales. Twilight was settling in, turning the sky violet at the edges, the horizon blurred with fading gold. Fera floated near the surface, his broad form half-submerged, the only sound around him the slow pulse of waves lapping at his body.

He held the camera low in one claw, pointed vaguely toward his chest, unsure if he wanted to keep filming or turn it off. The idea had come to him on a whim, one of those late-night thoughts that didn’t seem real until it was already happening. He hadn’t planned to go this far. But the water felt good. The quiet felt good. And the thought of being seen, if only a little, sent a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with the ocean.

His other hand hovered near his belly, fingers grazing along his softer underbelly, unsure, hesitant. He’d noticed it earlier, how his member had begun to peek free under the water, thick and flushed, pulsing with each heartbeat. He hadn’t expected it, but now he couldn’t stop feeling it... the pressure, the warmth, the way the water moved around it.

A nervous breath caught in his throat. He glanced at the camera again. Was it even pointed the right way? Did it matter?

This wasn’t meant to be a show. It was meant to be a memory. Something he could keep for himself, to prove he’d let go, just a little. That he’d let the moment carry him, naked in the open sea, touched by moonlight and the thrill of being exposed.

He sank a bit lower. One hand slipped down, slow and uncertain. His eyes fluttered shut.

He smiled, soft and red-faced. Maybe this time, he wouldn't delete it.