The salty breeze of the moonlit cove kissed my skin as I descended the rocky path, the whispers of the waves below beckoning me closer. My heart thumped against my ribs in a cacophony of excitement and nerves. It had been a year since I’d last felt the embrace of the sea, and tonight, it whispered secrets of a creature that could quench my deepest desires. As the silver light danced across the water’s surface, I caught a glimpse of a figure emerging from the frothy embrace of the ocean. A merman, with a body sculpted from the very essence of the sea itself, stood before me—his scales shimmering like a thousand diamonds cast into the night.

He was a silent sentinel of the deep, his eyes the color of the abyss, yet they sparkled with an unspoken invitation. His finned tail swept through the water with a grace that seemed otherworldly. He did not possess the typical attributes of a male from the land, his midsection smooth and unmarred by the presence of a cock. Instead, a fin-like protrusion grew from where one might expect to find his genitals, a curious and fascinating detail that only served to pique my interest further.

Our gazes locked and a silent understanding passed between us. He knew what I craved, what I needed, and he was more than willing to provide it. My legs grew weak at the mere thought of his touch, and I waded into the water, feeling the cool liquid caress my ankles, then my thighs, until I was standing before him in waist-deep water. The merman’s gaze never left mine as he approached, his movements fluid and mesmerizing.

His skin, slick with seawater, felt like velvet under my trembling fingertips as I reached out to touch his face. He leaned into my hand, his eyes closing briefly in what seemed like a silent sigh of pleasure. His features were sharp and defined, yet softened by the tender curve of his lips and the way his hair flowed like seaweed with the tide.

The moment was electric, and the air grew thick with anticipation. Without a word, the merman wrapped his powerful arms around me, pulling me closer until my breasts were pressed against his firm chest. His tongue, a marvel of the deep, began to trace the shell of my ear, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. I gasped, my knees buckling slightly, as he moved his attentions to my neck, his kisses leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and as his mouth made its way down to my collarbone, I found myself craving more. The ache between my legs grew more insistent with each gentle caress, and I knew that this creature of the sea had the power to give me what I sought.

He lifted me effortlessly, and the water supported us as he carried me further out to sea. The gentle rocking of the waves became a rhythmic pulse that matched the throb of my need. With a grace that belied his strength, he laid me upon a submerged rock shelf, the water lapping at my hips. His eyes never left mine as he slid his tongue down the valley between my breasts and continued his descent.

The merman’s touch was feather-light as he parted my thighs, revealing my most intimate of secrets to the moonlit night. I watched, breath held, as he took in the sight of my arousal with an appreciative gaze. His fin-tail fluttered slightly, and I wondered what other hidden talents this enigmatic creature had.

With a gentle nudge, he urged my legs apart, and his tongue—his glorious, magical tongue—slipped between my folds. It was unlike any human touch, a sensation that was alien and perfect all at once. He tasted me like a man who had been lost at sea, savoring the first drops of rain after a lifetime of thirst.

My eyes rolled back in my head and a moan escaped my lips as he explored my depths. The merman’s tongue was not only devoid of the usual male protrusion but also prehensile, allowing him to coil and twirl it in ways that brought me to the brink of ecstasy. He teased and taunted my clit with a skill

Wanna go for a swim sailor?

Lucy

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