Page 107 of The Noble's Merman

Kent moaned again, stirring his hips before he spoke, “Yes, please.”

Mo sat up on his knees to reach over for the bottle on the nightstand. He pulled out the cork, pouring a generous amount into his palm, then quickly set the bottle back down so he could lay atop Kent once more. With his slicked hand, he reached between themselves, grabbing both their cocks and stroking them together. Oh, did it ever feel marvelous. Each stroke he made pulsed the magic—all feelings of oddness due to his new human body were swept aside as pleasure swirled in his belly.

It was familiar, yet different. The first time he’d been sexual with Kent, they did it just like this. Only now, he could move better out of the water with his legs, he could adjust his position more precisely, with his knees spread, hips aligned. It was still a bit strange—such an odd feeling of their balls brushing against each other—but any strangeness was only overpowered by pleasure. Delightfully intense, flowing through him, Mo leant down and captured Kent’s lips in a kiss, swallowing down his moans.

But as thrilling as this was, he wanted more—he needed to be inside Kent. He needed the connection, the feeling of being one, together, with him.

He sat up so he could scooch back slightly, mourning the loss of contact, but more excited for what was to come. With his hand still slicked from the oil, he trailed his fingers down Kent’s prick, over his balls, and touched his entrance. Kent shifted his hips for better access, and Mo’s heart raced, rubbing gentle circles, prodding carefully around his hole. This was the same—Kent’s familiar warmth welcomed him all the same. Mo relished in the feeling, flutters increasing in his chest, as he slid a finger inside.

“Yes, Mo, ah…”

Kent reached for Mo, groping his chest. Mo smiled, sliding a second finger in. “Your voice is so beautiful, Kent. It’s as if you have your own siren’s song to lure me in.”

Kent let out a pleasing moan with his open-mouthed smile. “And with it, I caught the best fish in the whole sea, didn’t I?”

He let out a hearty chuckle, curling his fingers and enjoying the way Kent sang. “You reeled in the most loyal fish of all.”

After a third finger, Kent nodded, letting Mo know he was prepared enough. Mo then removed his fingers, reaching for the bottle again to slick himself a bit more. Even if he couldn’t produce oil like this with his own body anymore, he was glad that humans still had other ways to accommodate that worked just as well. His heart raced as he kept eye contact with Kent, gazing at his beautiful, wanton face as he lathered his cock. He couldn’t wait any longer.

“Please, Mo…” Kent panted.

“Kent…”

They’d never made love in this position before: Kent on his back with Mo on top of him. It wasn’t quite practical to do it as such back when he still had his tail, but now with legs, Mo had much easier mobility. He relished in the feeling of Kent underneath him, able to see his expression as he finally pressed inside him, a tantalizing gasp leaving Kent’s lips.

Damn, was this feeling ever so elating. Slowly, Mo pushed further, careful not to hurt his lover since he knew it’d been quite some time. But Kent clutched onto Mo’s shoulders and wrapped his legs around Mo’s lower back, showing him with his actions how eager he was. It excited Mo further, if that was even possible, and he thrust again until he was fully enveloped inside.

“Oh, oh…” Mo couldn’t help but moan, followed also by a fuck in mer-tongue.

“Say that again, Mo.” Kent groped at Mo’s arms, digging his nails into his skin slightly. “I love hearing you speak in your mother tongue.”

Mo smirked. “Of course, darling.” He rasped fuck again, and Kent howled, crossing his feet over Mo’s back and keeping him close. Even though he knew Kent wouldn’t understand him, it delighted him so, and he trilled something else in mer-tongue that he wanted to say anyway. Something profound and true, and would always be, forevermore.

Kent reached up to caress Mo’s cheek. “Your voice is phenomenal. What does it mean?”

“It means: ‘I love you’.”

Kent pulled Mo’s face closer so their lips met. The magic pulsed again, so great, so wonderful, Mo thrust his hips, chasing the astounding feeling.

“I love you too,” Kent said as their lips parted, followed by another sensual moan.

Mo picked up the pace, fucking Kent harder, heart pounding madly. It made Kent gasp, his lips forming a beautiful ‘O’. Mo was truly grateful that his new human body could please Kent just as well as his merman form could before. Pleasure was surging through his veins, in his lower abdomen, between his thighs.

“So wonderful, Mo…” Kent said between moans. “I can’t believe we’re really here, like this…”

Mo smiled, leaning down to peck Kent’s lips. “I’ll be here with you in your bed every night, if you’ll let me.”

“Yes, please. I demand it.”

The magic grew with each and every thrust. Pressure building, heat rising, oh, it was radiant. He never wanted to stop, wanted to stay inside Kent and connected to him just like this. More and more and more, he thrust his hips, Kent caressed his face, and Mo’s body surged with wonderful bolts of pleasure. How he loved Kent, how he loved this feeling, a feeling so sublime, as a human himself, experiencing the warmth inside his beloved. His heart raced, his skin hot, it just felt right?—

“Mo—”

“Ah—Kent?—”

Mo growled fuck as he spent, spilling inside. The pleasure was overwhelming, the magic all-encompassing, filling his bones and shocking his body. Waves of pleasure crashed throughout him as he moaned, and Kent moaned as well; Mo’s smile widened, breath heavy as he panted against Kent’s lips. But he wasn’t done, oh no. His heart banged in his chest as he reached between them, taking hold of Kent’s cock.

“Spend for me, darling,” Mo rasped.

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