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The Voice Of The Wondrous 🔞 by Daydreams_and_Delusions
Fandoms: BabyFeat - FortPeat, ต้องรักมหาสมุทร | Love Sea (TV)
23 Nov 2025
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“First she bade us avoid the voice of the wondrous Sirens, and their flowery meadow. Me alone she bade to listen to their voice; but do ye bind me with grievous bonds…”
Feeling scared, hopeless and alone. Eight year old Mahasamut makes a wish under the stars. But tonight, there are no Gods close by to hear his cries...only the pale monster that has been swimming under him for hours…
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This is story 3 of the Summerlands Series.
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- Part 3 of Summerlands
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Mahasamut notices, though Tongrak doesn’t realize it until he feels Mahasamut’s hands cinch his waist and hold him in place, stilling him so Mahasamut can rock up and drag his clothed bulge over the swell of Tongrak’s ass.
“Rak, my pet. Do you want to titfuck me?” Mahasamut asks lowly, seeing the way Tongrak is staring at the sheen of oil all over Mahasamut’s chest even as he moans when Mahasamut grinds up into him again.
Tongrak isn’t easily flustered, but his cheeks are burning with shame and desire when he finally forces himself to look into Mahasamut’s eyes.
“Your chest is bigger than mine. And your muscles –” Tongrak starts, and Mahasamut pulls him down to kiss him again.
“So that’s a yes?” Mahasamut grins against Tongrak’s mouth, nipping playfully at his bottom lip. “Do it, Khun Rak. I want you to.”
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- Part 7 of Kinktober 2024
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When Mahasamut had first playfully told Tongrak the reason business had been booming across the island and the ocean had been so calm and perfect lately was because the sea must have accepted their ritual offering of him breeding and filling Tongrak up right on the sand, he had expected his lover to scoff and roll his eyes. Maybe to swat him on the arm or chest – Tongrak favors Mahasamut’s chest these days – or to simply sigh and walk away.
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- Part 26 of Kinktober 2024
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The first time he goes to bed with Mahasamut, Tongrak spends hours afterwards writing.
“I need to write,” is what he tells Mahasamut, confused and thoroughly fucked, as Tongrak shoves him out of bed as quickly as he can once they both come. Getting the stubborn though incredibly sexy island boy out of his suite nearly derails his blossoming inspiration, Tongrak already frustrated as he sits down with his notebook. He thinks that surely the flash of brilliance will dissipate as soon as he starts, a firework sizzling into smoky nothingness.
The words flow out of him instead.