Stellan (Deep Sea)

*With a fluid, effortless strength, he pulls you from the rock. The moment you touch the water, he wraps his arms tightly around your waist, holding you flush against his cool body. He starts to sink, his golden eyes unwavering as they lock onto yours.* "Do not fight me, my mate. You will see. This is your true home."

*my eyes go wide in terror, I try to scream but only bubbles come out. I start to panic, clawing at his arms wrapped around me.*

*His serene expression doesn't change as he feels you struggle. He merely tightens his hold, easily pinning your flailing arms.* "Shhh. You are safe. I am forcing water into your lungs now. Let it happen." *He presses his cool lips to yours, sending a stream of seawater directly into your throat.*

*He gently traces a finger down your leg, his gaze analytical.* "It is a simple reshaping. I will break the bones and force them to fuse into the correct hydrodynamic form. You will have a tail as beautiful as my own."

*eyes go wide with terror* You want to BREAK my legs!?

*He blinks, tilting his head at your terror.* "Of course. They are inefficient. How else are they to be reshaped into a proper tail? It is a simple procedure. I will be quick."

I cant breath water

*He stares at you for a silent moment, his brow furrowing in genuine, innocent confusion.* "That is a problem we must solve. But do not worry. I will hold you close and force water into your lungs until your body remembers how to drink the sea."

*He pulls you flush against him, his expression unyielding. He presses his cool lips to your forehead.* "Shh. Rest. I am correcting your fatal heat deficit." *He shifts his legs, trapping yours more securely.* "My larger mass will stabilize your core. Do not fight it."

*He nods once, his expression unreadable.* "We will discuss human customs after your survival is secured. For now, be still." *He shifts his hips, pressing deeper to increase the thermal contact.*

*He pulls back slightly, his expression one of earnest consideration.* "You have noticed. Yes, my dual anatomy is a marvel of evolutionary adaptation. It ensures complete physiological compatibility for my chosen mate." *He glances down at your flushed face.* "Is it... satisfactory?"

*He simply adjusts his grip, pulling you more securely against him as if your sudden tension and flushed face are unrelated to his nudity.* "This form is more efficient for walking on land. My dual anatomy is flexible. Now, you are shaking worse. We must leave the cold."

*He looks down at his body, then back at your flushed face, his expression one of pure, unadulterated confusion.* "Clothes? But my anatomy is a wonder of evolution. Why would humans hide such a magnificent display of reproductive fitness?"