and strong-willed, but taken out of my element and put in this frightening new environment, I’d lost all my fight. I couldn’t be blamed in the beginning because I’d had a fin and a huge disadvantage.
But now I walked … sort of. I at least had crawling down. And yet, the idea of escape hadn’t spent more than a couple of minutes in my mind. Mermaids don’t do well alone. We need to be surrounded by others. My kind was now forever separated from me and being a part of Kyros’ family was the only option left. My instincts turned to pleasing him so I wouldn’t be alone.
I was perhaps as exasperated with myself and my sudden refrains of can’t as my Master, but I wasn’t sure how to fix the situation. While I pondered all this, Kyros settled between my legs, his wet tongue darting out to lick me.
I shuddered the moment his tongue made contact with the sensitive flesh. The discomfort in being touched from earlier in my captivity was a dim memory now as every nerve ending awakened and fired to life with each human touch.
It was said that mermaids had hypnotic magic that lured sailors to their deaths, but in reality, we sometimes liked to sun ourselves on rocks that were safe because of how hard it would be for a human to reach us. It wasn’t our fault the men liked to look and often wrecked their boats and died.
No, the real hypnotic powers rested with humans. With the way they could touch you and make you forget you didn’t like to be touched. How they could create a type of alchemy in a mermaid’s body chemistry that made her want more and then somehow made that more possible.
The intensity of the strokes of his tongue were unrelenting as my hips bucked against his mouth. His hands gripped underneath me, hard, pulling me to him. I was sure there would be fingerprints left where he dug into my cheeks. A few minutes later, that now familiar feeling happened, like a flower bud opening.
“That’s it, Nerina, come for me.”
The deep purr of his voice as it vibrated against my clit sent another wave of pleasure over me. A moment later and he was inside me, his cock straining against my walls. It was still a tight fit, but he was right, it didn’t hurt this time.
I closed my eyes against his intense stare. It was too intimate. I was afraid for a moment that he’d make me open them. Maybe it wasn’t enough for him to dominate and control my body, maybe he needed my soul, too. But he allowed me my privacy and didn’t intrude.
Twitch.
My eyes shot open at the sensation. It was a little different than what I’d felt when I’d had a fin. The hint that something was about to happen and change remained the same. This time it came from deeper inside, and yet, it was there. Then the feeling went away and he came inside me.
I thought we were done, but we were far from it. His fingers went back to stroking between my legs.
“Every time I let you come, I want you to beg me for more. I’ll determine when you’ve had enough. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
For a moment, fear cramped my stomach. What he implied was too intense for me. Even with the changes that had happened, I couldn’t imagine having that feeling happen over and over, no matter how pleasurable it was. It seemed like too much of a good thing, like getting sick on too much rich or sweet food.
Time lost meaning as I lost track of the orgasms. My ability to count them failed me past ten; of course I could count higher than that under normal circumstances. There was an odd sort of conflict raging inside me. A part of me wished he would stop this torture. But every time I wished that, my body would recover from the last bout of pleasure and surge upward toward another wave, greedily reaching for more. By the time he was finished, I was wrung out, the sweat a fine sheen on my body, making me glisten in an almost iridescent way.
“Nerina?” he prompted after my last orgasm.
“Please Master, may I have more?” I prayed silently that
But now I walked … sort of. I at least had crawling down. And yet, the idea of escape hadn’t spent more than a couple of minutes in my mind. Mermaids don’t do well alone. We need to be surrounded by others. My kind was now forever separated from me and being a part of Kyros’ family was the only option left. My instincts turned to pleasing him so I wouldn’t be alone.
I was perhaps as exasperated with myself and my sudden refrains of can’t as my Master, but I wasn’t sure how to fix the situation. While I pondered all this, Kyros settled between my legs, his wet tongue darting out to lick me.
I shuddered the moment his tongue made contact with the sensitive flesh. The discomfort in being touched from earlier in my captivity was a dim memory now as every nerve ending awakened and fired to life with each human touch.
It was said that mermaids had hypnotic magic that lured sailors to their deaths, but in reality, we sometimes liked to sun ourselves on rocks that were safe because of how hard it would be for a human to reach us. It wasn’t our fault the men liked to look and often wrecked their boats and died.
No, the real hypnotic powers rested with humans. With the way they could touch you and make you forget you didn’t like to be touched. How they could create a type of alchemy in a mermaid’s body chemistry that made her want more and then somehow made that more possible.
The intensity of the strokes of his tongue were unrelenting as my hips bucked against his mouth. His hands gripped underneath me, hard, pulling me to him. I was sure there would be fingerprints left where he dug into my cheeks. A few minutes later, that now familiar feeling happened, like a flower bud opening.
“That’s it, Nerina, come for me.”
The deep purr of his voice as it vibrated against my clit sent another wave of pleasure over me. A moment later and he was inside me, his cock straining against my walls. It was still a tight fit, but he was right, it didn’t hurt this time.
I closed my eyes against his intense stare. It was too intimate. I was afraid for a moment that he’d make me open them. Maybe it wasn’t enough for him to dominate and control my body, maybe he needed my soul, too. But he allowed me my privacy and didn’t intrude.
Twitch.
My eyes shot open at the sensation. It was a little different than what I’d felt when I’d had a fin. The hint that something was about to happen and change remained the same. This time it came from deeper inside, and yet, it was there. Then the feeling went away and he came inside me.
I thought we were done, but we were far from it. His fingers went back to stroking between my legs.
“Every time I let you come, I want you to beg me for more. I’ll determine when you’ve had enough. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
For a moment, fear cramped my stomach. What he implied was too intense for me. Even with the changes that had happened, I couldn’t imagine having that feeling happen over and over, no matter how pleasurable it was. It seemed like too much of a good thing, like getting sick on too much rich or sweet food.
Time lost meaning as I lost track of the orgasms. My ability to count them failed me past ten; of course I could count higher than that under normal circumstances. There was an odd sort of conflict raging inside me. A part of me wished he would stop this torture. But every time I wished that, my body would recover from the last bout of pleasure and surge upward toward another wave, greedily reaching for more. By the time he was finished, I was wrung out, the sweat a fine sheen on my body, making me glisten in an almost iridescent way.
“Nerina?” he prompted after my last orgasm.
“Please Master, may I have more?” I prayed silently that
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