Page 30 of The Noble's Merman

Kent raised his head from the kiss, noses still touching.

“Mo, what… what is that I feel?”

Mo’s face was deeply blushed, lips parted in an open smile.

“Oh, that… that’s my cock.”

“Your what?!”

Kent sat up immediately and scooched back further down Mo’s tail. And when he looked down…

Surrounded by blue scales was a pink, shining, phallic body part, reaching out and up from the merman’s pelvis.

“Wow, um… I suppose it is a cock, isn’t it?” Kent let out a nervous chuckle.

Mo sat up on his elbows, giving Kent a smirk. “I don’t wear clothing over my body to cover myself like you do, so… when I get excited, it comes out.”

“Yes… yes, I can see that!” he said while keeping a sheepish smile on his face.

Mo moved his hand down, wrapping his fingers gently around the base of his slithering shaft. “Am I to your liking? I know it looks somewhat… different from a human’s.”

Kent gulped. Not only was his mer-cock different, it was large. If he had to guess, one-and-a-half times bigger than his own. It was rather thick at the base, getting thinner near the top, with a small head tapering off to a rounded point. It also was more flexible than a human’s, how it writhed in Mo’s grasp. The pink flesh came out of his body from a wet slit in his blue lower half, right around the spot where a human’s would be. He’d thought he saw that slit there before, but he… decided not to think about it at the time.

But now, his mouth was watering.

I’ve been too busy staring and not answering his question.

“It is—very much to my liking,” he said, grinning. “I’m sorry, I was just surprised. I’ve never seen, um, a mer-cock before, let alone being close and intimate with a human man like this. It’s all quite a lot.”

“That’s understandable,” Mo said, giving his prick a leisurely stroke. “We can take things slow, or however you’d like.”

“All right.” Kent nodded, biting his lower lip. His own stand was pressing against his breeches aggressively, rubbing against Mo’s tail, and thinking for himself, apparently. “Well, if you’re already naked, perhaps—perhaps I should be, too.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, yes!” He chuckled. “You’ve already seen me nude, anyway. Only now, if—if you want to, uh, you can…”

Mo raised his brows.

Kent swallowed; his face burning hot. “You can touch me. My—my cock, I mean. If I can touch yours, of course.”

The merman bared his fangs in a dazzling grin, glistening in the moonlight. “Absolutely. I’d love to touch you.”

Kent stood up and got off Mo to undress. He realized he still had his eyepatch on and took that off first, along with the ribbon tying his hair back. His curls tumbled over his shoulders while he undid his cravat, and then the rest, leaving it all in a pile on top of his book.

Naked, just like before when he’d taken a swim, except—now he had a massive cockstand. Oh, Lord. That alone told himself how he felt about this whole ordeal.

He lay back down on the shingles next to his merman, resting on his side, and Mo rolled as well to face him. Nerves taking hold, Kent first placed his hand on the fin on Mo’s hip. They never did make it to the sexuality section of his merfolk book, did they? Questions buzzed around in his mind. How would two mermen bugger each other? Was it the same way two human men would? Mo leant his head forward, pecking Kent’s lips in a small kiss, shaking those nagging thoughts away.

“You’re beautiful, Kent,” he said, and he looked down, petting his hand over Kent’s lower abdomen, tickling the hairs. “I’ve never seen a human like this, this close before. You’re so fucking perfect.” His hand roamed further, trailing a finger along Kent’s stand, making him shiver.

“Have you ever laid with another merman before?” Kent’s hand moved too, touching gently against Mo’s prick as well. It was somewhat slimy, rather wet, and slithered a little in his hand, but it was honestly very pleasant.

“Yes, I have. But there’s something about you, Kent. There’s always been something about you. I don’t even know how to describe it…”

Mo changed his grip, holding onto Kent firmer. Moving his hand graciously up and down, it sent flutters all throughout his body, relishing in the pleasant friction. Each small movement made his heart thud madly, ruthlessly, endlessly.

“There’s something about you, too, Mo. You’re—you’re so incredibly handsome. So wonderful to me…”

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