Page 55 of The Noble's Merman

“You like that?” He looked up and smiled.

“Yes, very much so. Do the other as well.”

So Kent obliged, moving to his other nipple and giving it a gentle lick, sucking on it, making it pucker out. Mo’s hands clutched the back of Kent’s head again, holding him there as Kent played and kissed. Those moans excited Kent so deliciously, his prick took notice, pressing almost uncomfortably in his tight breeches. If he was getting excited like this, surely Mo was feeling it tenfold.

But Mo’s chest was only the beginning—Kent had other places he wanted to be. He let go of his nipple and he kissed lower. Over his navel, his lower abdomen, over the soft hairs, and then past the line where skin met scales. His lips found exactly what they were looking for: the slick, wet slit that pulsed at Kent’s touch.

“I’m so curious as to how you taste…”

He licked the length of the slit, up and down, and dug his tongue inside. Mo’s moans only got more intense and he held Kent’s head tighter, tugging on his hair harder, pulling out strands still held back in its queue. It was strange—like this, such an opening on his flesh was not unlike a woman’s. But what was inside was entirely different, not to mention the taste. Saltwater and mint. It was so delectable, so delicious, he kept lapping every drop of juice up. The flesh quivered as he explored, until something pushed against him, forcing his tongue to retreat as the merman’s cock finally poked its way out.

The way it grew right in front of him out of the slit was mesmerizing. In a few short moments, it was already at its full size, thick at the base and twirling at its thin tip. Kent couldn’t resist—he dove right for it, kissing the pink head, licking the drops of spend that were already forming.

“Mo…” He gave another gentle lick, causing his mer-cock to squirm.

“Kent… oh, fuck,” he said in English, yet was followed by a low growl of the same word in mer-tongue. Oh, any time he said it like that stirred something wonderful inside Kent. His own cockstand strained almost painfully in his clothes, begging to be released, begging for friction. He put one hand on Mo and his other hand on himself, cupping over the fabric, trying to hold himself together.

“How is that?” he asked before licking down his shaft. While he’d never done this to another man before, especially not a merman, he had the experience of being on the receiving end of such an action. Using what he knew, he swirled his tongue around its length, basking in the intense girth.

Mo moaned again in response before he spoke. “It’s amazing. You are amazing, darling.”

“Darling?” He smiled as he gave Mo’s cock another kiss.

“Yes, my dear Kent. My darling. That’s you. I want you.”

Mo clutched the back of Kent’s head tighter, messing up his hair, encouraging him to go further. So Kent did—wrapping his lips around the small head. He adjusted himself accordingly: one hand holding it steady at the base and the other moved to caress the fin on Mo’s hip. Each lick and suck made Mo writhe in his hold, his mer-cock pulsed against his tongue, releasing pre-spend in surprisingly copious amounts. It was almost overwhelming how much filled his mouth, but he gulped it down anyway. To know he was pleasuring Mo from what he was doing made his own heart beat faster, taking in more of the delicious salty treat.

Yet Mo was so large, he could only take so much in his throat. He pulled back before he gagged, chest heaving breath after breath, and he made up for lost time connected by stroking him with his hand. “I can’t fit it all in…” he said as he panted, looking up at Mo’s handsome, flushed face.

The merman licked his lips, moving a hand to cup Kent’s cheek. “You don’t have to. Whatever you’re doing is amazing. Just keep doing what you can.”

“All right.” Kent smiled, then picked up the pace with his hand, and placed his lips again on Mo’s cock.

Despite Kent only being able to lower himself not even halfway down, Mo moaned so wonderfully, pushing Kent’s hair away from his eyes. He looked up then to see the merman’s lascivious, wanton expression as he circled his tongue—Mo’s mouth was agape in pleasure, forming an ‘O’. Every time Kent thought about a certain sentiment, it sent more flutters through his body: Mo is a merman, a mystical being, and it’s clear he’s loving what I’m doing to him. It gave him a sense of power—a mere human influencing the emotions of someone magical.

He smiled against his cock, enjoying every moment. But he had an idea to make it even better for Mo. Keeping one hand steady on Mo’s stand, Kent moved his other one slightly lower, down and in the midst of the ocean-blue scales. There it was, right below his mer-cock: the puckered flesh that throbbed as he touched it. Mo’s hole.

Kent closed his eyes as he focused, sucking greedily the drops that leaked, moving his hands, rubbing and stroking in time with his head bobbing. He even dared to probe one finger inside the merman’s wet hole, wet from pre-spend and Kent’s own dripping saliva. Mo’s cries were so delectable, cursing in mer-tongue, digging his fingertips in the back of Kent’s scalp. More and more and more. He wouldn’t stop until Mo was satiated. His mer-cock squirmed in his mouth; it pulsed, growing more stiff at the base as Kent kept pumping his hand, then swirling his tongue around the head, over the small slit at the tip.

“Kent, I—I’m going to?—”

He couldn’t finish his warning before he flooded Kent’s mouth, shooting his warm spend down his throat. It was like a bucket was poured in, how much there was. He gulped and swallowed as much as he could of the delicious thick, salty fluid, but it was overflowing, dripping from his lips and down his chin, even feeling it spill onto the cravat he was unfortunately still wearing. But he was glad. Glee filled his heart that he pleased his merman so fruitfully, he couldn’t help but smile as he pulled away, spend slipping from his tongue.

“Oh, fuck… Kent…” Mo panted between his words. “I’m sorry, I just…”

Kent laughed, wiping off the excess from his mouth with his sleeve. “No need for sorries. I’m happy to please you.”

“That definitely was pleasant, yes,” Mo returned the laugh, breathy and raspy. “What about your clothes? I’m afraid I’ve ruined them.”

“Nothing that can’t be washed out,” he said as he untied his cravat. “Good thing we’re in here, and I can just slip on something else.”

“No, just take them off for me. Don’t put anything else on yet. I need to please you, too.”

Kent paused his hands as he was pulling his shirt up, his prick throbbing in his breeches. “Oh, yes, I’d very much like that indeed. I’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t I?” He lifted his shirt over his head and threw it into the clothing pile, leaving his chest bare. “What are you suggesting?”

“I want to know how you taste, also.”

Kent’s heart stuttered, his face felt incredibly hot, and he looked at Mo’s stunning, white-toothed grin. “B-but… what of your fangs? Wouldn’t that…?”

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