Ceratioid Anglerfish

Miles under the ocean live the Angler Fish.

Inflated to the size of a balloon, the female gropes across the dark of the sea floor. Desperate daily to feed herself and her eggs - she lives her whole life searching, groping, grabbing; desperate her whole life amid that empty, perpetual night.

A tenth the size, barely the size of your little finger, the male is born dumb, blind, weak and indifferent. But, he is blessed with one wish.

To find a female. Then, he bites into her flesh - and his mouth dissolves into her veins. And when he is fully fused, feeding automatically from her blood, he atrophies all of his parts.

Except, one.

And so: embedded in her, tighter than a thin ring around a fat finger, he spends his life doing nothing. Nothing, but ejaculate.

He needs no pornography, nor innuendo of invititation, nor carress. No seductive subtle undress. That moment when you shut your eyes, and oh - that is his life, all of the time. So very happy, there in the freezing black. He does not even care when her body, attached to his, is being eaten alive by other fish.

Admist those abyssal depths of dark, he is nothing but a creature of perfect, pure pleasure. So much so, he does not even know the word hedonist.