Page 42 of Magic Potions and the Merman's Lure

He looks up at me as his head dips lower, his pale eyes blazing with threads of light. He pierces me with that look, and I immediately know his intention as his mouth trails lower still. I experience a moment of panic, wondering if I even want his mouth on my pussy but am not given the time to make up my mind when his lips slide lower between my thighs to place an open-mouthed kiss over my sex. His tongue parts my folds with a rush of energy to tap on my clit. My hips jerk up and I gasp at the sudden burst of power snapping through me. I instinctively reach for it with my power and fold myself around it, drawing the sensation deeper as pleasure rocks wildly through me.

A look of satisfaction fills his eyes, and he grips my thighs in his hands, keeping my legs locked in place. His tongue swipes repeatedly, firmly stroking with a rhythm that has my hands tangling in his hair and my head falling back as my eyes close with the pleasure washing over me in rosy tides of lust. His mouth rocks over my sex as his tongue dances and thrusts deep, exploring the core of my heat, his electric energy pouring into me with every upward flick of his tongue toward the roof of his mouth. Ecstasy rushes upward from the center of my belly, clenching, fluttering and pulsing within both my body and magic, seeking to draw him in deeper and keep him within me. Waves crash over me, tugging me into a sea of unending pleasure. I am tossed around in this storm of sensation without anchorage. I shriek as the pleasure rushes higher and higher, lost in it, until I feel the bite of firm fingers and the slight sting of claws holding tightly to me.

Ro moans against my pussy and a spurt of the hot essence of his magic floods deeply into me like hot silver threads as my own magic flows out into him where he feasts on my sex and power. I lift my head my blink down at him, awed by the sounds of intense pleasure coming from him. His eyes are closed blissfully though his eyelids twitch with every shudder that quakes through him. I continue to rock subtly against his mouth where he has me firmly pinned, riding the storm as magic lashes in a circuit between us. I am still staring at him in shock as the final crest of my orgasm subsides. His tongue strokes one final time but this time without the energetic current—a good thing too because I’m not sure if I could have handled it as over-sensitized as I am feeling at the moment. I still shiver in reaction, however, and my eyes follow him as he rises.

He looks like a mythical god, his white hair spilling everywhere, his lips pinkened from his love play, and his eyes heavy-lidded with his desire. His shoulders, chest, and torso are powerfully sculpted in elegant lines. Between my spread legs I can see the strength of his thighs. His cock rises from the dark petals of its sheath, the tip curling upward and from side to side in an instinctive searching motion as his hot gaze slides leisurely over my body spread out in front of him. I can see a difference now between his body’s natural readiness to mate versus what I tried to document in the lab. Even the throat of his petals appears darker and almost angry red. His lips part like he wants to say something but after a moment his tongue slips out to wet them instead.

He seems to be waiting for something. Every line in his body is taut with a tension running through him so that he looks like he is marble rather than a hot-blooded living male. I slowly push myself up to a seated position, my eyes searching his expression, looking for some clue as to what he might be thinking. My eyes drop to his cock in front of me and a thick pearlescent bead of precum forms at its tip. Curious, I swipe it off with a fingertip, drawing a startled gasp from him before bringing it to my lips. His eyes widen as he watches me touch it to my tongue and lick it off.

A sweet and slightly salty flavor floods my mouth. I can’t think of anything in the world that it is similar to. Despite its thickness, his precum dissolves quickly in my mouth and the flavor is gone before I feel like I’ve gotten a real taste of it.

I need just one more taste—for science.

Ro startles when I lean forward and brush my cheek and lips against the slick heat of his phallus. I curl a hand around its thick length, enjoying the sensation of its movement as I hold it in place. Experimentally, I turn my head and run my tongue along his cock, noting that the thickness of his lubrication again seems to break down quickly in my mouth leaving only traces of salty-sweet flavor behind. His hand tangles in my hair and grips, holding me in place so that I’m unable to continue my exploration. I peek up at him and meet the burning heat of his molten-silver gaze.

“Keri,” he rasps. “What are you doing?”

“Enjoying myself,” I reply.

His throat works, the muscles of it standing out as he swallows. He is really, really tense. His eyelashes flutter and I am worried that he is about to pass out or something until he pins me with an intense look that I can feel straight down to my core, igniting my lust once again.

“I am not certain.... I am in need.” He admits it quietly and I can more feel than hear the soft hum rising from him, instantly slickening my pussy once more.

This is definitely another aspect of things that we weren’t able to create in the lab. He is not full out singing in a way to draw me in, but it is a subtler version that appears to be mostly instinctual as it works to heighten my own arousal so that my sex is prepared to be speared by the thing twitching even more aggressively in my hand. I still want a taste, however. I’m not quite ready to give up on that just yet.

“Just one tiny taste,” I whisper to myself and am surprised when I see his head nod sharply in response.

“Just one.”

His grip eases and, though he maintains his hold on my hair, I find that I can move my head easily once again. As his body is trembling with strain, I don’t dally around with this but go straight from the prize, my mouth sealing around the slightly swollen tip of his cock. I find it interesting how this part alone is swollen and bulging compared to the rest of his phallus, but I am more captivated by the steady flow of precum now trickling from it which I suck eagerly into my mouth, reveling in the brutal sound of his gasp as his hips jolt against me, pressing his cock deeper. Thankfully, my hand on his length keeps him from gagging me with his enthusiasm. I firm my grip, squeezing slightly so that his cock jumps with excitement within my mouth. It is the strangest sensation but not a bad one.

Pressing my tongue against the underside of his phallus, I bob my head to work him in and out of the tight ring of my mouth, my hand squeezing and stroking the remaining length with the motion. He moans over me in response, his song rising and stroking through me like a lover’s caress as his precum pumps steadily into my mouth. The tip of his cock lashes against the roof of my mouth and my tongue as it releases, and my pussy clenches as I imagine what that might feel like releasing hard with his orgasm inside of me. The hard muscles of his thighs shiver and that is my only warning before my mouth is pulled of him and his song flows from between his lips as he bends down and abruptly gathers me into his arms. Not too long ago this might have terrified me based on my reading, but excitement fills me instead as he lowers us onto the bed. His song isn’t terrifying, even if my own desire feels almost painful from the intensity of my need. He isn’t trying to trick me or harm me. It’s merely an instinctual response, and perhaps even a protective measure before copulation, given his reaction. Regardless, it is designed to give me pleasure and it’s definitely doing that!

His body covers mine, his hips pressing in against the inside of my thighs, pushing them wider. I reach for him and draw him down until his chest grazes mine and our mouths meet with a mingling of flavors. The electric pulse of his energy against my lips just makes me even hungrier as I open my mouth to draw in his tongue as his cock nudges and slides against the folds of my sex. It is thicker and less tapered now with the slight bulge at its head, but it takes little prodding before it finds my entrance and notches itself with a twisting, writhing motion. It works itself in only maybe an inch or two before Ro presses his hips forward with a growl, pushing the rest of its thickening length within me. I gasp against his lips and arch against him as my channel clamps around the incredible width at the base of his cock. His growl, however, shifts to a satisfying hum as his song rises again, sending a new flood of arousal through me to such a degree that I can feel it slip out of me around his cock.

He holds me to him for only a moment as his cock moves and continues to swell within me. I’m not entirely sure what it’s doing but whatever it is, it sends pleasure bursting and scattering through me with its every movement. I roll my hips, needing and wanting to feel even more. Even though his tongue is thrusting and stroking into my mouth and along my tongue in ways that make me breathless, I want more action from his bottom half. I seize the moment when his mouth briefly parts from mine to nip his bottom lip with just enough to sting to get him to pay attention as I tighten my legs around him and lift my hips in a faint roll with my demand. He hisses softly in recrimination but when he lifts his head, his eyes dance with amusement beneath the heat of his desire.

His hips draw back until something firm lodges with me and sprays out a hot stream as it writhes. I writhe as well in turn, a moan ripping from me at the incredible sensation of the bulge stuck firmly in my channel, rubbing enticingly. Oh gods, that was why the head was thickening... and why he hadn’t been moving. I’ve heard of some species knotting but who ever heard of the tip being the part of the phallus that forms the knot? I moan again as he presses deep and that bulge pressing against the sensitive flesh around the mouth of my womb where it releases yet another hot spray that makes me pussy clench tightly around his length with the orgasm that suddenly rips through me out of nowhere. Ro’s cock immediately jerks back to the knot, and another spray of his release fills me seconds before he slams forward and releases again.

I cry out in reaction as pleasure rises in a cresting wave that crashes over me, overwhelming me repeatedly with my release. I am both floating and being dragged down in the deepest depths by the ecstasy that rushes over and through me. There is nothing but a sea of pleasure and Ro’s touch. I cling to him, my fingers scraping over his back and arms as he rocks back and forth, his cock shuttling within me in a hard, steady rhythm as I rise to meet every thrust. With every thrust, his cum seeps out of me and spreads over my sex, adding further lubrication as he draws back and thrusts again. He holds me to him, breathy words of love falling from his lips between kisses as he claims my mouth over and over again with a frantic need only matched by the dance of our bodies writhing together.

Beneath it all, I can feel a rising pressure, and his knot is getting larger and harder even as his thrusts become more frenzied as he jerks back against the knot and presses it deep. This doesn’t feel like just sex. This feels like breeding. It is raw and primal as the magic circuits through us, rising higher and higher until it bursts upward like a fount through me and I scream with the intensity of the orgasm that rips from my belly and floods through me. Ro’s growl follows as he thrusts as deep as possible and holds me tightly to him. His body trembles against mine as his muscles strain, holding us both tightly in places as his cock lashes repeatedly with spray after spray of his seed deep within me.

It is magic that sings between us then as we cling to each other, rippling and echoing like the waves and boundless depths of the sea.

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