Sam can only nod and watch his leviathan disappear. He shakes himself out of the daze in order to grab the necklace first. It sinks into his skin, becomes white patterns like a tattoo. Sam touches it, traces the pattern on his dark skin. Feels himself leak more slick with a small groan.

He knows he's drunk on the mixture of slick and cum he greedily licked off his deep one's tongue. Knows it's only the beginning - that to be courted and mated, he will be drugged, changed and trained in order to be able to take a creature of the depths for a mate. And serpents like the leviathans are big. Sam cannot believe that after all he has lost and his increasingly gloomy prospects for a future, he is here now. Has been put in position to free a young creature of the sea and help being him back to the old ways he was kept from for too long. Cant believe he has been chosen not just as companion but as future mate.

He picks clothes that will survive the journey while putting the new markings on his skin on display, and making sure there will be easy access to all parts of him for his future mate. Hope's his leviathan will mark him further as time goes on, too.

And then he waits, head swimming with it all. Gripping the dagger tight, waiting. Prepared to do what he can to help his serpent reclaim his glory and Sam's body alike.