She’d transformed, like any self-respecting mermaid would when prey was near and about to be fucked and killed by her. Wolfgang couldn’t help the mild curve of his mouth. This was a bizarre, macabre event.
Man, if only he could record what he intended to do next. Still supporting her body, he unzipped and pulled out his rather magnificent erection. Much harder than the night before. That had been a chore. This was far more… fun.
Revenge fucking. If she tried to bite off his dick, she’d find it impossible.
“Keep that mouth open,” he grated out. As if anything else was doable.
He could feel the rise and fall of her chest, see the puckering of her nipples, and the flush of pinkness spreading over her skin at chest and stomach – was the flush a sexual sign? He’d never seen anything that obvious on a girl. When his fingers traced up her thighs, he felt hints of where scales had been. Bluish imprints shimmered under the artificial lights.
He straightened fully, one arm around her, pulling her body up a little higher, taking the weight off the ankle hook while he grabbed his dick and searched for and found her mouth. He slid the head into the hole in the gag and found flesh, warm, yielding tongue and flesh. The saliva she’d made while sucking his finger was handy, lubricating her orifice nicely, and he wrapped his arm about her waist and hung on as he smoothly thrust in and out of her mouth.
Those teeth were locked away, though they must be human ones by now?
Nothing stopped him going deep, and he swore, grunted, and after twenty or so shoves into her, he stuck it in and remained there, fully engulfed. His eyes rolled up, as he felt her embrace the head of his dick with her pulsating throat.
That was not quite human.
God.
So immoral. So dirty. So fucking good.
Wolfgang stared down but couldn’t see where he was in her, because his body was molded to hers. His mouth was close to pussy level.
Mermaids had clit, it seemed. There it was, a blatant pink-red, swollen bump where her slit began. A nodule that gleamed with wetness. He pushed his mouth over her and began to do his own sucking, a featherlight licking, nudging, pulling gently, making her stiffen and her thighs clench.
She arched into his mouth and burbled noises past his cock, bursting into a series of groans that sounded close to climax-level in joy.
He grinned, listening to her, feeling her buck at the touch of his tongue while she sucked on him. He began to do these soul-wrenching, dick-pulling small thrusts that barely left that wet hot cave of mouth. He peered up along her legs, at that hook.
A monster wasn’t human.
A human didn’t transform.
And was a monster a man who throat-fucked a girl with her hooked and hanging? That was a very big yes.
Blood trickled from her ankle wound where the hook went through.
Should he let her down? Then something odd happened below. It was as if his cock had expanded hugely, to occupy her mouth and throat in every crevice, every fold, ready to burst with come.
Enormous. The metal hole dug into him, surrounding it, squeezing him.
Throbbing, beating with his heart-blood.
He groaned terribly, unsure if it would fit out through the hole in the gag if he yanked himself from her. He might tear it off and was so fucking ready to explode in her mouth.
She sucked on him, a vacuum he had to fill, pulling him deeper, making him bigger.
She arched then shuddered, moaned onto his dick, and her throat closed in harder, tighter.
So big. So tight a space.
He shunted his cock into her and forgot where his tongue and lips were as his balls cramped and ejected his come, rocketing it into this mermaid’s welcoming orifice. She was orgasming also, bucking at his mouth, pushing him back and forth then straining forward and shuddering into a rocking motion.
The chain tinkled.
He managed to extricate his cock, feeling as if he barely wrangled it out through the hole, scraping. Clenching his groin, he grunted, mind floating away. Climax totally worth it. Then he took her weight in his arms and unhooked her foot, let her down, before he staggered backward to collapse onto his butt.
Wolfgang leaned back onto his palms. The girl, the mermaid, the bleeding woman gasped at him, catching her breath, from where she lay on the floor with her arms tied at her back. Her mouth moved.
As he watched, she wriggled from her lips the crushed gag – then spat it far enough so it dangled from the leather strap, diagonally across her cheek.
The thing was mangled. His eyes surely bulged.
What. The. Fuck.
Poor quality metal.
His cock could’ve been in there. He glared at her.
She smiled, beatifically.
Doing anything was put on hold while he sat panting, recovering from what he had done to her and from what she had wreaked on him.
The world was no longer the same, tenets and morals were twisted, hanging off hooks about to unscrew. Sounds had ominous pretensions. The tinkles, the half-heard sighs, the repetitive taps from elsewhere might herald the arrival of a kraken, a god, a being walking in from an alternate dimension. His internal organs might have rearranged themselves for all he knew. What mysteries might he behold next?
A sonic screwdriver would be nice.
The pink flush of arousal faded from her belly.
As if an after-thought, her body shapeshifted, tail sloping, teeth popping up in a row of small knifepoints. Her tongue ran along the tops of the them, savoring the sharpness.
“Next time.”
Her way of warning him? For some reason that made him chuckle.
He should have timed the change. For research more than anything.
Wiping his nose, he
