Page 50 of Magic Potions and the Merman's Lure

Almost my mate—but soon. I am eager to show her that her worries are unfounded. That we are perfect together. The issue of the sea calling me back is an inconvenience, but every moment of the day from sunrise to sunset, I am hers and she is all that has power over me. And even that can be mitigated with the supplement. I am a hunter—pain means little. It is a fact of life for a male who must often hunt alone with the other predators of the deep as I have done since reaching maturity. Pain is worth it. Worth this.

All that matters to me is having my mate in my arms and the taste of her upon my lips.

And I am ravenous for her! My tongue sweeps repeatedly into her mouth, luring her tongue between my lips with every lick until I can suck it into my mouth to tease it for a moment. My cock aches, and I press her closer against me, squeezing it between us as I restlessly thrash my tail between her thighs while we drop deeper into the pool.

My greedy mate pushes into me as she arches her back and my arms tighten around her instinctively, flattening her breasts upon my chest. I can feel her nipples through the wet fabric against my sensitive scales and I moan into her mouth. Little bubbles escape from between our lips. Keri wiggles, and I drop a hand to support her bottom just as her legs curl up around me, exposing her intoxicating pheromones fully to my pelvic fins. This! This was something that I have missed with all of the time I spent in my human form. Her pheromones are sweet regardless but being able to mate with her in my natural form means that I am free to experience the full pleasure of them. I flutter the fins quicker, and my tail curls up simultaneously to rub against her heat.

I groan in dismay. She is still riding too high for my cock to pierce her. As my tail pumps in frustration, I gradually work up higher until the bottom ridge of my phallus strokes against the top of her slit and the little nub hidden there. Everything within me freezes as Keri jerks within my arms. An excited growl escapes me as I twist my tail against her again, allowing the underside of my cock to tease her sex. My pelvic fins caress the outer petals framing her slit while I work the swelling head of my sex down into place. It strokes her, and the touch of it paired with my pelvic fins makes my sweet mate’s pheromones stronger, and she shivers and moans in her throat.

There is no better sound than her pleasure, no better scent than the water laden with her pheromones, and no better taste than her mouth. I wonder if her slit tastes just as sweet within the water. This is a discovery I wish to make—but later. As much as I want to play with her more and explore her, I also don’t want to allow even an inch of distance between us, so I work a hand between us to palm her breast. My claws teasingly stroke over the soft skin as I explore it, seeking the most sensitive spots. She jumps when I nudge her nipple with the side of my claw, and my excitement heightens in response. Using the pad of my thumb, I rub around the perimeter of the stiff bud. It would be so easy to hurt her with my claws where they are, but I am incapable of it, my every touch instinctively turning gentle as I circle it again and again before brushing over the peak and pinching it sharply so that she whimpers and wiggles against me.

My mate is too eagerly riding against my cock for me to be able to sheathe my length within her. She is as impatient as I am, so I vow that after we are done, I will stretch her out along the side of the pool and demonstrate my commitment to properly adoring her. I cannot wait to taste her upon my tongue beneath the water. I would drag her up now if the urgency in the pre-tide between us had not already begun to spin its whirlpool of magic, spurring our mutual fever as our mouths mate with a desperation that is mimicked by the way our sexes bump and grind together in preparation for the first deep slide.

The copious amount of lubrication coating my cock makes the head and shaft of my sex slicker with every brush between her thighs. It pumps out from the small lubrication sacs, and my pelvic fins work it along my length even as they gather her pheromones and drive her to new heights of pleasure.

My tail pumps faster, and I shiver with the electric pulses from the magic within the current. My cock is painfully swollen with need as it surges with frustration seeking her entrance, and one of Keri’s hands finds its way into my hair to tangle in the strands and grip it hard with her own demand. Another excited growl escapes me at the tug of her hand and my tail rocks hard between her thighs. I jerk as the tip of my cock’s head kisses her entrance, but I do not waste the moment. As the flexible tip eagerly works into her, I fan my fins and thrust forward, stretching her tight heat around my length.

Keri’s inner muscles tighten around me, and my mate jerks in my arms with the shock of my penetration. She is pinned upon me, and my grip tightens, holding her in place as my tailfins spread so that we drift in place as the head my cock continues to swell into a thick breeding bulge. I can feel her desire to move and to rut with me until we peak, and being beneath the water, I am tempted to give in to her silent demands and signals. What prevents me from doing so is the knowledge that if the bulge forms outside of her cunt, it will hurt us both if I mount her with the full power of the lure working on us. I can accept pain for myself, but never for my mate. It is difficult to restrain myself when I feel her sex pulse around me, tempting me, but I keep us adrift as I twine my tongue with hers in little strokes. She softens in my embrace, melting into my arms once again as she tentatively rocks in tiny movements against my girth, the soft texture of her inner walls stroking over the bulges and veins that line my cock.

I wait until she begins to press eagerly against my bulge, giving herself over to her pleasure, before I begin to move. My spread fins draw together just enough to give me control, and I shuttle my tail back and forth between her thighs so that my cock is dragging out to the bulge and thrusting back into her in strong, fluid motions that send streams of seed spilling into her. I know that the movement of my tail is stronger than those of my human hips and legs, but her cries are those of pleasure as they bubble from her while her body arches to meet me stroke for stroke. And as for me, I am greedy for her every gasp and the way her hand tightens once more in my mane as she rakes the opposite hand along the thicker scales that edge the sailfin on my back.

I shake with pleasure, my tail thrashing more eagerly, driving my cock and thick bulge through her grasping heat. Her sex convulses around me, her cries muted by our ceaseless kiss as I continue to rut through her orgasm and bring her to another. The tight drag of her cunt sucking deep upon my length brings up a low growl to vibrate in my chest. Her pheromones and magic, and the mating tide, have drawn up my seed like nothing else ever could. My cock swells with the continuous sprays of release as my thrashing intensifies, and my hand tightens on her ass to hold her anchored in place so that she may fearlessly ride her mount through the water.

I roll us through the water as she trembles with a silent scream and her channel clamps down viciously around my shaft with exquisite pleasure over and over. Instinct takes over and, although I keep my barbs from her, my petaled sheath grinds against her, my curled pelvic fins vibrating to further stimulate her sex to receive more of me as my seed pouches fill with my true, fertile seed within my shaft. They swell with far more pronounced bulges along its length, spurring yet another orgasm so that she is clutching around me while I drive into her repeatedly. The electric jolts of my release fire through me as my cock jerks within her clutch as my fertile seed sprays in thick streams within her.

I growl against her mouth as I cling to her, trying desperately to not finalize our bond without her permission. I will prove myself no matter how long it takes. Even if I must haunt this harbor for years on end and take to the sea every night, mourning the loss of her during the night until she is satisfied and agrees to be mine. Now that I have tasted what mating could be like with her in truth, I cannot lose her now.

We drift together in the water, my tailfins spread just enough so that we do no more than slowly spin in place. My mouth caresses hers lovingly, and when my cock finally slips free and disappears once more into my sheath, I take us to the surface. Her fast gasp when her mouth parts from mine tears at my heart. That small sound is a reminder that until she joins with me, this is only a brief moment interrupting her very human life that is sustained by the surface air.

Keri is limp with pleasure in my arms, brushing tiny kisses along my jaw as I swim back to the edge of the pool. Her lips tease the corner of my mouth, and it hitches in a smile in response as contentment spreads languidly through me. As painful as it is to leave the bond incomplete, I am happy all the same for this moment with her as her body drifts against mine with every stroke of my tail through the cool water.

Upon arriving at the pool’s wall, I lift my mate easily onto the ledge though I groan weakly when she chooses that moment to capture my mouth with hers and draws me into a kiss. I shiver against her, and heat flushes through my body as the mating tide calls again. This time, I have control. I break our kiss and regard her from beneath lowered eyes as I drop back into the water. My mate watches with me with wide, curious, lustful eyes as I slowly spread her thighs in front of me.

“Ro, you don’t have to—” she begins nervously.

I growl deeply, desiring to possess every inch of my mate and experience every flavor she offers. I drag her bottom to the very edge, making my mate stutter on her words as she gasps with surprise at the very moment that I surge forward, fastening my mouth over her sex. I suck upon her little bud there until she tilts her hips toward me, inviting me within as I release that tender flesh and drive my tongue deep as water and the essence of her sex flood over my tongue.

Ah, yes. This is my favorite flavor indeed.

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